Then they pointed to some young lads in the boat and asked were they women.

No; I said they were "golambiddy" (boys) which they seemed to understand.

I saw them eating the fruit of the mesembryanthemum (the Hottentot fig) but they did not understand either of the names used for it at Swan River, golboys, or mejaruk.

They called it by a different name.

After a little they volunteered to take us to water, and we walked along the beach with them, clustering about us with a show of friendship that was even more familiar than agreeable.