The tomahawk I declared was a direct gift to me from the Sun itself, so how could I part with it?
I had thought of offering it, curses and all, but the risk of prompt acceptance was too great.
That night Yamba warned me that trouble was impending.

For myself I never knew, and I suppose she read the signs among the men and got certain definite information from the women.

We therefore slept some miles away from the encampment in a makeshift gunyah built of boughs, in front of which the usual fire was made.

After we had retired to rest, Yamba woke me and said that she detected strange noises.

I immediately sprang to my feet and looked all round our little shelter.