My bow and arrows were slung over my shoulder.Day after day we marched steadily on, precisely as though we were on a walk-about.
The conditions of the country were constantly changing, and I came across many evidences of its natural richness in minerals--more particularly gold.
One day as we were all resting near the base of a rock, which was a kind of huge outcrop from the plain, I began idly to chip the stone with my tomahawk.Suddenly the edge glanced aside, revealing a bright, shining, yellow metal.I sprang to my feet in astonishment, and realised in a moment that this great mass of rock was auriferous to an enormous degree, and there was one gigantic nugget, spread out tentacle-wise in it, which if removed would, Iam sure, be as much as a couple of men could carry.
Week after week passed by, and still we continued our southward march.In time, of course, my companions returned to their own country; but so leisurely had our progress been that I had ample time thoroughly to ingratiate myself with other tribes,--so that, as usual, I went from tribe to tribe practically armed only with my own knowledge of the savages and my invaluable repertoire of tricks.In the course of months I came upon the blazed or marked trees, and then struck due west.
Very few incidents worth recording befell me, and I kept steadily on my way for eight or nine months.At last--at last--I came upon unmistakable signs of the proximity of "civilisation"; for strewn along the track we were now following were such things as rusty meat-tins; old papers; discarded and very much ant-eaten clothing;tent-pegs; and numerous other evidences of pioneer life.One day, about noon, I espied an encampment of tents 500 or 600 yards ahead of me, and I promptly brought my men to a halt whilst I went forward a little to reconnoitre.Curiously enough, the sight of these tents did not cause me any great emotion.You see, I had met prospectors before in the Kimberley region, and besides, I had been looking for these tents so long from the time I first came across the evidences of civilisation aforesaid, that my only surprise was I had not reached them before.Walking about were Europeans in the usual dress of the Australian prospector.Suddenly a strange feeling of shyness and hesitancy came over me.Almost stark naked and darkened as I was--a veritable savage, in fact--I realised Icould not go and introduce myself to these men without proper clothing.I knew the value of caution in approaching so-called civilised men, having had bitter experience with the Giles expedition.Returning to my blacks, I told them that at last I had come up with my own people, but did not want to join them for some little time yet.Then I selected a couple of my companions, and explained to them that I wanted some white man's clothing.
I instructed them to creep quietly into the camp, take a pair of trousers and shirt that were hanging outside one of the tents, and bring back these articles to me.They undertook the commission with evident delight, but when they returned in the course of a few minutes they brought only the shirt with them; the trousers, it seemed having been removed no doubt by the owner, a few minutes before they arrived.My blacks were intensely amused when I donned the shirt; and considering that this was practically the only article of wearing apparel I possessed, I have no doubt I did cut a very ludicrous figure.Then came another difficulty.I reflected I could not possibly go and show myself among these white men wearing one of their own shirts.Finally I decided to bid farewell then and there to my escort, and continue my march alone until Ireached another encampment.
