we were not a little surprised when we approached and a large number of blacks ran away in all directions until old Matalata could convince them that we meant no harm. Several of these natives were already known to me by name, e.g. B. Tubult and others, just as they seem to have heard of me. They invited us to go to their campsite, but I thought this was all the less advisable as several of them seemed frightened and Yurbalta in particular spoke to the others in a violent tone.

May 21st, 1841.
The ship "Royal Mail" arrived this morning, bringing the new magistrate, Mr. McDonald(103), to Port Lincoln.

May 22nd, 1841.
Mr. C. Harvey insulted me in a rather rude manner. The subject of the house rent which I, or the government for me, owed to Mr. Matthew Smith came up, whereupon he took the opportunity to mention the affair of the house which I had formerly occupied, and to accuse me of ungentlemanly and shabby conduct towards him. --

I wrote to Mr. Moorhouse, proposing to him that the Government would build me a house on the land reserved for the natives, with a servant or laborer, and provide provisions for the blacks, so as to establish a useful settlement for the natives.

( 077 ) May 30th, 1841. Sunday,
Letters written to my brother Adam, and the Brothers Teichelmann and Klose. Firstly, I mainly answered Adam's inquiries as to whether and when I intended to get married, and whether the climate of Port Lincoln was healthy? --

In the latter I asked Br. Teichelmann to inquire for me about the money that Mr. Fiedler owes me and, if it was paid, to deliver the same to Mr. B. Pratt Winter in return for a promissory note that he had from me. He would also like to send me my book locker and, if the Dresden bill of exchange promised for last October arrived, send me my share.

May 31st,
Mr. Smith and the remaining passengers embarked on board the ship "Governor Gawler."

June 1st, 1841.
Tuesday I moved into my new apartment in Winter's, now Mc Ellister's, home.

June 4th, 1841.
Yutalta told me this evening that his mother, named Ngarraltinni, was kidnapped by a white man named Jack, who was here last summer. I asked him whether the other natives had not tried to hinder him, whereupon he repeated that there were several of them and that they were armed with guns. This happened in Walbakurra, the tip of Boston Bay.