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tell their husbands. A similar ceremony of beating the breasts took place. Subsequently the tribe made an important discovery, that he was the risen body of their deceased friend Murrangurk. They expressed their joy or grief, or both by “ beating their breasts and heads with their clubs, the women tearing off their own hair by handsfull.” His inability to talk with them was not surprising, “my having been made white after death, in their opinion, having made me foolish.” He lived many years with those worthy people, until his supposed brothers and other relations were killed and eaten by their enemies. Then, disgusted with the race, he retired with his two adopted children, a blind boy and his sister ; the former, however, was soon murdered and devoured, as an expiation for the supposed crime of a native dying in Buckley’s hut. After the marriage and departure of his adopted daughter, he was again a solitary man until joined by a young woman, who preferred his society to that of her tribe. His previous legal marriage is thus described by Buckley’s editor :— “ And now, reader, I come to a very important period of my life, which was a decision arrived at by my friends that I should take unto myself a wife. I was not in any way consulted, being considered a sort of instrument in their hands to do with as they might think proper. My wife was a young widow about twenty years of age, tolerably good looking after a fashion, and apparently very mild tempered. The marriage feast, the ring, the fees for the ceremony, the bride’s dress, my own, and all the rest of it, did not cost much. I was not obliged to run in debt, or fork out every shilling, or pay fifty per cent, for discounting a bill to pay the piper, nothing of the kind; so I took her to myself, to my turf and bark hunting and fishing hut, on the banks of the Karaaf Biver. I should here mention, that although previously married, my wife did not present me on the day of our union, with any tender little remembrances of her first husband, my prede cessor in her affections ! we shall see more about that presently ; but, perhaps I may as well say at once, that my dearly beloved played me most abominably false, for at the end of our honeymoon, (perhaps it might have been a few months after that moon had gone down,) one evening when we were alone in our hut,
