Nor[d]man and not our compatriot. In addition, we immediately spoke to Ityamaiitpinna about him, often looking at him and he at us with fearful looks. Ityamaiitpinna actually told us something very damaging about him, namely that he had also killed a white man before. What is the missionary to do in such cases?

December 21st, 1839.
Those Wirrameyunna who had not returned yesterday usually all returned this morning, but not "Captain Mitchel", who seems to have been driven away by his guilt-tainted conscience. One of the strangers who had been hit like this by his friends yesterday spent the greater part of the day with me. The pain of the wound in his head, almost an inch deep, not allowing him to go into town with the others. With such new arrivals you can see most clearly how detrimental contact with white people has on the minds of the natives, as they are always much more willing and modest than those who have been in contact with Europeans ( 198 ) for a long time.

This evening there was war again, as Idla Waritya wanted to try for the third time to satisfy his feeling of revenge. But the immediate cause seemed to come from our people themselves. Idla Waritya himself and his brother came up to ours and the argument began with the latter first throwing and hitting his opponent over the plate without his resistance, but then it rained so many and such harsh blows on the top of his head that he sank on his backside. As soon as his friends who had stayed behind saw [this], they came running and in an instant the fight was common. Wirraitpinna, otherwise one of our best people, grabbed his sharpened European ax and was about to hit his enemies with it when Br. Teichelmann and Julius Fiedler, who were present, stopped him and took it away from him. The latter thought he could prevent the argument by intervening, but he soon saw what I [had] already told him beforehand, that he wouldn't be able to do that without a fire rifle, apart from the fact that it wasn't even wise.

( 199 ) Never have I seen women take such an active part in their fights as this time; Not only did they make a terrible scream as usual and hit the ground with their staffs, but they also beat their heads until they bloodied themselves, the latter particularly being done by the Wirraanki. Itya mai itpinna, whom I spoke to after the argument had ended, which was accelerated by two police officers approaching, told me that before the whites came, the blacks immediately threw spears, two on each side, and that many had fallen on such occasions. The enemy party, he also said, would now bring in more reinforcements and then they wanted to move south from the city and give a good fight. I replied that I and others would also follow them there, which he told me again, adding that he would not fall, that he was very strong, and so on. But when I told him that the war was very bad and that those who were addicted to arguments would go to hell; ( 200 ) he said straight into [my] face: they didn't believe that, it wasn't true.