I fancy she said she was glad of this for his own sake, for it would no doubt mean much to him.

She wished him all kinds of glory and prosperity, and wound up by assuring him that none would be better pleased on his return than she.
The country through which these tracks led us was for the most part a mere dry, sandy waste, covered with the formidable spinifex or porcupine grass.

Yamba walked in front peering at the tracks.
Presently she gave a little cry, and when she turned to me I saw that she had in her hand the sombrero hat of an Australian pioneer.

A little farther on we found a shirt, and then a pair of trousers.

We next came upon a belt and a pair of dilapidated boots.
At length, on reaching the crest of a sandy hillock, we suddenly beheld the form of a naked white man lying face downwards in the sand below us.
As you may suppose, we simply swooped down upon him; but on reaching him my first impression was that _he was dead_! His face was slightly turned to the right, his arms outstretched, and his fingers dug convulsively in the sand.