I was glad then when Lieutenant Yule, who was about to revisit Port Essington, generously offered to take him there--while in the Bramble he made himself useful in assisting the steward, and, under the tuition of Dr.MacClatchie, made some proficiency in acquiring the rudiments of reading and writing.

At Port Essington, the older members of his family evinced much jealousy on account of the attention shown him, and his determination to remain with Mr.Tilston, the assistant-surgeon, then in charge, and endeavoured to dissuade him from his purpose.

While upon a visit to his tribe he met his death in the manner already recorded.

His natural courage and presence of mind did not desert him even at the last extremity, when he was roused from sleep to find himself surrounded by a host of savages thirsting for his blood.

They told him to rise, but he merely raised himself upon his elbow, and said: "If you want to kill me do so where I am, I won't get up--give me a spear and club, and I'll fight you all one by one!" He had scarcely spoken when a man named Alerk speared him from behind, spear after spear followed, and as he lay writhing on the ground his savage murderers literally dashed him to pieces with their clubs.