The spear-heads were of a different kind of flint from anything I had previously seen, being dark green in colour; and they were extremely sharp.

The individuality of the different tribes is strongly and decidedly marked in the make of their spears.

Our treacherous hosts had evidently determined to obtain the coveted tomahawk by force, and when they reached the spot where they supposed we lay (they could not see into the interior from the front), they hurled their spears in the hope of killing us, but did not investigate the result, they being such arrant cowards at night.

Remember, they had actually ventured at night into the bush in spite of their inveterate fear of "the spirits." The precaution adopted on this occasion was always followed by us when we had any real doubt about the natives; that is to say, we built a "dummy" gunyah of boughs, which we were supposed to sleep in; and we covered in the front so as our possible assailants could not easily detect our absence.

We would then creep away into the bush or hide behind a tree, and, of course, would light no fire.
Many times was that same tomahawk coveted.