In camp.

In camp these people, to all appearance, are most social. They talk, laugh, sing, and tell stories. Nothing escapes their observation; every incident is recounted, and many a good joke is enjoyed at the expense of some white person. In the day-time many of the men, who are too lazy to go out, may be often seen giving a lesson to the small boys in throwing the boomerang or spear, &c.; this is a very amusing sight to witness. Theft amongst the members of a tribe is wholly unknown. A black can leave his spear or boomerang, in fact his worldly goods, anywhere in the bush—they remain untouched by his own or a friendly tribe; of course they are prizes if found by an enemy. The women and children keep much to themselves, a short distance from the men. The children do much as they like, and exhibit the most violent temper at times. I saw a little fellow, about four years of age, in a fit of anger after throwing a fire-stick at his mother, run to another fire and deliberately knock over three pots of tea which were standing there; it is difficult to say what other mischief he would have done had not a black hurled a stick at him, barely missing him. The young savage ran back to his mother and hid in her opossum cloak. She took no notice whatever of the occurrence.