thigh transfixed by an arrow, thickly coated with so-called poison, did not die, though the only remedy I used was a drink of ammonia and water, with a couple of drops of ammonia poured into each of the wounds.

This pained him so much, and stung his nose, throat, and eyes to such an extent that he concluded the white man's medicine must be more powerful than native poison, and so made up his mind to live. Almost every “Waujabillio that I saw carried a curious razor with a triangular blade fixed on a handle, and stuck in a sheath suspended from the waist-belt or neck. These razors were, for some unaccountable reason, always carried handle down, the blade being jammed so tightly in the sheath that it did not drop out. Their carving in wood and ivory is really beautiful, and I was fortunate in being able to get to