GOOD-BYE TO DINAWA 
they would return and carry me to Ekeikei. They 
gave me their word, and I took the risk of their 
keeping it. They received their tobacco, but were 
in no apparent hurry to depart. In fact, they stayed 
two whole days, got over their first shyness, and 
cheered us up wonderfully—indeed, it was ‘“‘roaring 
camp!” Growing bolder, they pried into everything, 
and the house was always full. There was great 
coming and going with the Dinawa people, with whom 
the Ibala people were related by marriage, and the 
nights were musical with unceasing mountain choruses. 
Nothing would content them but they must see 
everything that the white men possessed, and it was 
very amusing to watch the men calling the women’s 
attention to anything that particularly attracted them. 
They felt our clothes and looked with curiosity at 
our photographs. In their power of appreciating and 
understanding a picture, one could realise how much 
higher in the social scale they were than their neigh- 
bours, the Australian aborigines, to whom drawing was 
unintelligible. They would pick out the portraits of 
Dinawa characters, and exclaim with great delight, ‘‘Ow- 
bow—Doboi—Martu,” as the case might be. I gave 
some additional tobacco to each man who would con- 
sent to stand for his photograph, but they never quite 
got over their shyness of the camera. Sometimes, 
when I had got everything fixed and ready, my sitter 
would get up and walk slowly away; some of the 
women faced the lens, but even when doing so, they 
would often cover their faces. Our visitors did not 
understand guns, so we took care not to frighten 
them with firearms. 
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