And knowing they were doomed, I think I loved them all the more.
Yet so incomprehensible is human nature that I often found myself speculating on what I should do after they--and Yamba--were gone; because by this time my faithful helpmate was growing ominously feeble.

You must remember that when I first met her on the desert island she was an oldish woman, judged by the native standard; that is to say, she was about thirty.
The death-bed of my boy is a scene I can never forget.

He called me to him, and said he was very glad he was dying, because he felt he would never have been strong enough to fight his way through life, and endure daily what the other black boys endured.

Therefore, he argued wistfully, and half inquiringly, he would only be a burden to me.

He was a very affectionate and considerate little fellow, with an intelligence far beyond that of the ordinary aboriginal child.