GOOD-BYE TO DINAWA 
river, so perhaps if it was not fortune of war it may 
have been misfortune of love, for the eternal feminine 
is as potent in Papua for evil as she has been in other 
lands since Eden or Troy was lost. Be that as it may, 
the lad, a carrier from the village of Kowaka, about a 
day’s journey from Dinawa, went out from camp at 
Ta-poo-a one night into the forest, and there the 
adversary overtook him. It is probable that he was 
laid wait for, or he may merely have fallen to the 
spear of some wandering marauders. ‘The natives in 
camp heard his cry and were speedily on the spot, but 
it was too late. He had been speared through the 
cheek, and his jugular vein had been severed. Ina 
very few minutes he died. ‘The victim’s own kindred 
came in to take charge of the body, arriving even 
before Gaberio’s messenger could reach their village, 
so swift and mysterious is the communication of news 
in New Guinea. 
Now that Gaberio was back we were more than 
ever anxious to leave, for our provisions were running 
very low, and we were living principally on cockatoo 
soup. ‘To make matters worse we had almost run out 
of ammunition, and for some time not even a pigeon 
broke the monotony of our poor fare. Occasionally 
we procured one or two sweet potatoes, but the natives 
were naturally very unwilling to sell them. A further 
difficulty stared us in the face, for the exhaustion of 
the natives through famine was now so great that I 
did not know how we were to get our baggage down 
to the coast, but relief dropped, if not from the clouds, 
at least from the hills. 
One day we heard that the people of Ibala, who 
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