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huddled up round a fire in the middle of the hut, or lie rolled 

 up into balls on the ground. They will not willingly come 

 under roofs, and have a holy horror of soap and water. Their 

 favourite cosmetic is a red ochrey earth, with which, when 

 mixed with grease, they smear their heads and faces. They 

 are diminishing here as elsewhere, and seem to die the faster, 

 the more care that is taken of them, and the more it is attempted 

 to civilize them. Several persons have brought in boys to train 

 in their houses, when they readily acquire our language and 

 adopt our habits ; but when they come to fourteen or sixteen 

 years, they mostly die. Some who survive will go back to bush 

 life again, the charms of red ochre and grease being superior to 

 cleanliness. Archdeacon Wollaston had reared a boy from child- 

 hood who was an intelligent and useful servant, had adopted all 

 our manners, attended church and family prayers regularly, and 

 could answer any question usually put to Sunday-school children. 

 When he was about sixteen, Mr. Wollaston was moving from 

 Bunbury, where he lived, to this place, two hundred miles 

 distant. The boy came with him half way, then said he 

 would go no farther, but must go back to his old father, who 

 was a wild bushman ; and so he threw away his clothes, and 

 went off to take to blanket, paint, and grease again. Yet he had 

 lived with Europeans for many years, and, to all appearance, 

 had been a good Christian. 



January 12th. My collecting has not been at all prosperous. 

 Dredging is uncertain, by reason of wind and storm. I have 

 been out only one day, and then had poor success. A few 

 mornings ago I was on the rocks gathering chitons, when a 

 native woman came up, saw what I was doing, pointed to some 

 other rocks, and said, " Plenty that kind there : shall I bring ?" 

 " Yes." « You pay me ?" " Yes." " What I bring in ?" " In 

 white water." " You give me bottle ?" " No ; you get bottle 

 yourself." "I bring in pannikin?" "Very well." So in half 

 an hour she came back with her apron half full of the shells, 

 and was thankful for sixpence. 



Dr. Harvey found a kind and very efficient friend in Arch- 

 deacon Wollaston, with whom and his family he spent many 

 cheerful evenings. He says of the occupation of his time, " The 

 days pass over very regularly. I rise at five, and ' change 



