September 11th, 1839.
The hunt did not go into the plain, as I had thought, but sideways towards the last foothills of the mountains; At 11 o'clock we already had a kangaroo, which the dogs had driven into the water, or rather which had jumped into the water in its fright and was subsequently beaten to death with their clubs by the natives who had rushed after the dog's barking. While it was being prepared, two young men nearby hunted a second one, which was brought over and roasted in the same hole. There were only a few of us, as the larger half of the already smaller crowd left us this morning; That's why we each had to carry as much as we could carry. When we arrived at our campsite, we found the whole group complete again, some of which were carrying a third kangaroo, which our dogs had chased down and which had been caught by them. Although it was already dark, they were immediately slaughtered and stewed; When the first catch was made, I asked for a tail that I wanted to give to my Bertha as proof of how close she was to me in the bush, but they always put me off until the next time; I now believed that I would definitely get the tail from this third one, and most of them demanded it for me, but one old miser didn't want to. Now I acted like I was offended, ( 130 ) reproaching them for breaking their word, and when they again referred me to tomorrow, I said that tomorrow and the day after that they would say that tomorrow would never come to us; to which they laughed. My brother Tuitpurro, however, who always spoke up for me, said that if I didn't have a cock tomorrow he would get angry.

September 12th, 1839.
Sated and still well stocked, most of the natives remained in comfortable laziness by their fires today; only me, Tuitpurro, Kudna Ipiti and one other went hunting. Meanwhile our best dog had been so injured by the last kangaroo that he could not walk, and so we had to return soon and empty. Tuitpurro had gotten lost with our three other best dogs, and when he came home in the evening he brought the news that he had killed a kangaroo here and there in the water, but because he couldn't swim, he had to leave it behind. I was now running out of time and wanted to go home tomorrow all the more as it started to rain this evening and looked as if it would continue to rain. The natives therefore set about building huts out of tree bark against the rain, ( 131 ) but I thought of my hut made of leafy branches, in which I had already slept alone yesterday with Brother Tuitpurro, choosing the spot so that there was only room for two, just against the opposite wind, and improved it with even more branches. This was done when my brother returned from hunting, and we both slept together quite comfortably again. Now my rusks, of which I had already had little left yesterday, were almost completely gone, as others had diligently helped me eat, but Tuitpurro did not let me suffer any lack, but gave me as much meat as I wanted to eat, and on top of that told me that if I was hungry, I should demand more. He told the others who were still begging for biscuits because I didn't have any more myself. Many of the older natives felt very sorry for me because I had no more food and was homesick so far from home (it might have been 25 English miles). Tidlaitpinna*, the most respected among them and to a certain extent the leader, told me about the little rice he had left. I made it