12 difficulties in the way of my interests, and not knowing what might he the result, I determined on resigning office, and on leaving a Colony where my services were so little known and so badly appreciated by the principal authorities.” The truth of it was, that he was seen to be thoroughly useless. When we had first the honor ofhis acquaintance, in 1841, he was a sort of con stable at the Female Factory in Liverpool Street, Hobart Town. He had just before married the widow of an emigrant. It was amusing to see the two walking together ; the lady could just reach up her fingers to lay hold of his arm, and seldom was a word exchanged between them. He had a pension of £12 from the Tasmanian Government, and £40 from ours. While being driven out in a gig in January, 1856, he was forcibly thrown out, and severely injured. After every attention to his case, he departed this life ; he was buried on February 2nd, 1856. There is diversity of opinions about this history. Mr. Fawkner and others charge the man with connivance with the natives in stealing sheep, and killing shepherds. It is certain that he took no steps to conciliate either party ; but we believe this arose more from his indifference and sullen apathy, than from active sympathy with his black friends. The man who could live with a wild tribe for thirty two years, without an attempt to elevate that people in the smallest degree, was not one to act as a Protector of the Aborigines. An old colonist assured us that he heard him say, that he wished the whites had never come. Poor Simon, the son of Jagga Jagga, gave us the other day his people’s version of the Buckley story. He never had connection with the other tribe, and Simon’s account was a traditionary one. The strange man was found sleeping under a tree. For some time lie would not eat. He could speak the Blacks’ language. The tribe gathered round, knew him to be their returned brother, and cried much over him. Simon furthermore states that he knew a son of Buckley’s, with “plenty one big beard, all the same me.” The Wild White Man always said that he never had a child of his own. Several living parties attest to the knowledge of his children. We close our description of this incomprehensible but highly
