December 29th, 1839. Sunday.
Today I wanted to go with Br. Teichelmann to Messrs. Bot[h]e(190) and Aldenhoven(191), but since Teichelmann was annoying me with his activities, I let him go alone and went to Klemzig. Bertha hadn't expected me, so she was very happy that I had come; She complained to me that she was so worried and anxious that she would have written to me if only she had had someone to send.

The reason for mentioning my name came from Fiedler himself; impossible [inappropriate] Pastor Kavel would have given an example like mine, whereupon he would have said that he should only always say when he thinks what it helps to keep quiet.

December 30th, 1839.
Mr. Moorhouse told me that the Governor had sent the Raminyere Tamurewe to Taltarrnar* and had not permitted him to come to Adelaide. Mr. Stevenson, as Moorhouse also told me, wants to see the native children's school and report on it. Quod non [Why not].

Today I had ( 210 ) the opportunity to see how the natives bled themselves. Everyone does this to themselves by tying a string around their upper arm, just like the Europeans do, and then taking a piece of sharp glass with which they drill the vein repeatedly and for so long that a chill runs down your spine when you look at it. Today there were two of them; The first let his blood flow onto the ground, while the second held a stake or wooden nail about 5 - 6 inches long and allowed the blood to be applied to his head, which had already been covered with blood. After he had bled out, he stuck the above-mentioned mysterious stake, [called] Puingurru* in their language, to the fire so that the blood would dry on it, to prevent headaches and death that would otherwise strike the person who had been bled. The women are not allowed to see this act at any cost. The purpose of their bloodletting is the same as that of Europeans, namely, to relieve the headache when suffering from congestion of blood.

I hear that four natives have been captured today who are said to have stolen potatoes from the governor's garden. Muleanibarka, whom I jokingly teased with a spear, was very angry.

December 31st, 1839.

Once again, with your help, my God, this year has ended;

If I look over it even briefly, I find traces ( 211 ) of your patience and loyalty towards me everywhere. You have assigned me a certain sphere of activity for the future and have given me a lovely companion in it, which is why I am saying goodbye to this year with the consolation and the hope that you will be no less gracious to me in the years ahead of me and