very angry when he saw, close to Wirrinyata, what region ( 109 ) we were in, and ordered the natives to lead us straight to Tolilye. When we had walked about 3 or 4 miles over hilly and bushy country, we came to a narrow valley where Munta noticed several fresh footsteps and immediately saw the murder gang sitting in the distance. The natives were all under strict orders to remain very quiet at the sight of the murderers, to whom Munta immediately put his hand on his head and backed away when he saw the camp. A short halt was made to let the party ride together and then they set off at full gallop down the valley in the area of the camp site. As soon as the rest of us got over the small hill that had previously made us invisible, the whole camp broke up and fled in different directions. Only four men and a pair of women were visible when we arrived at the camp; The man closest to us was shot by Stewart on Driver's orders, who repeatedly shouted: "Knock him over!" He had no weapon in his hand when he was shot. I asked ( 110 ) Driver why he was ordering firing when the people could be captured? He then replied that he didn't want any prisoners; there was nothing they could do with them. Three other natives who were halfway up the mountain were fired upon without any of them falling, but our companions said that two of them, Multa* and Mulya, were wounded. At the top of the mountain we found a very pregnant woman trying to hide in a hollow tree, and when she saw her the sergeant asked if he should shoot her? When we came back down to the campsite, we saw four strange natives standing with our companions, three of whom immediately ran away, but the fourth, Ngulga, remained standing, surrounded by our natives and pretending that he was not a murderer. Although no one believed this, no one wanted to shoot at him, but they only threatened him and told him to lay down his spears. We chased after the three who had run away, but they had disappeared. When we returned there was no sign of a native, ( 111 ) the fallen man had picked himself up again and Ngulga and our companions had fled. We now collected the stolen things and packed them in bundles, but what had belonged to the natives as weapons, skins and the like were burned. Towards morning, after the moon had risen, we put the bundles on the horses and set off for Biddle's Station, hoping to find our companions there, but finding ourselves deceived.

April 3rd, 1842. Sunday.
Since further pursuit of the murder gang was impossible without native companions, we set off for home again at 8 a.m.

April 5th, 1842.
Yutalta returned with the news that he and our other companions had spent the night not far from us in Mallei, out of fear of us, which seemed to have arisen from a misunderstanding; that the fallen native, named Ngurpa*, was the same man who some time ago took the hat from the head of a boy in Happy Valley, had already been wounded in the loin by Stubbs in Tolilye ( 112 ), and would soon die as a result of the new wound, although he had still had enough strength to pick himself up and run away; further that Multa, the man in the white shirt and hat, had also been wounded, and that Munyalta*, who had been shot in the abdomen by Stubbs,