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At length I chose two stalwart fellows, named respectively Warriga and Bommera, and every day for a week they conducted some trial manoeuvres with their friends.There would be a kind of ambush prepared, and flights of spears would be hurled at me, only to be warded off with astonishing dexterity by my alert attendants.All I was provided with was my steel tomahawk and bow and arrows.Inever really became expert with the spear and shield, and I knew only too well that if I handled these clumsily I should immediately lose prestige among the blacks.

After a week or two of practice and sham combats, I felt myself pretty safe with my two protectors, and I then began organising an army to lead against the enemy.Altogether I collected about 100fighting men, each armed with a bundle of throwing spears, a shield made of light wood, and a short, heavy waddy or club for use at close quarters.When everything was in readiness, I marched off at the head of my "army" and invaded the enemy's country.We were followed by the usual crowd of women-folk, who saw to the commissariat department and did the transport themselves.On the first day out, we had to ford a large stream--a branch of the Victoria River, I think --and at length reached a suitable place in which to engage the enemy.It is difficult for me to fix the exact locality, but I should judge it to be between Murchison and Newcastle ranges.The country in which the operations took place was a fine open grassy plain, thinly skirted with trees and with mountains almost encircling it in the distance.

I ought here to describe my personal appearance on this important day, when, for the first time, I posed as a great chief, and led my people into battle, filled with the same enthusiasm that animated them.My hair was built up on strips of whalebone to a height of nearly two feet from my head, and was decorated with black and white cockatoo feathers.My face, which had now become very dark from exposure to the sun, was decorated in four colours--yellow, white, black, and red.

There were two black-and-white arched stripes across the forehead, and a yellow curving line across each cheek under the eye.I also wore a fairly long beard, moustache, and side-whiskers.There were four different-coloured stripes on each arm, whilst on the body were four vari-coloured stripes, two on each side; and a long, yellow, curving stripe extended across the stomach, belt-wise.

Around my middle I wore a kind of double apron of emu skin, with feathers.There were other stripes of different-coloured ochres on my legs, so that altogether you may imagine I presented a terrifying appearance.Of this, however, I soon grew quite oblivious--a fact which I afterwards had occasion bitterly to regret.It were, indeed, well for me that I had on subsequent occasions realised better the bizarre nature of my appearance, for had I done so I would probably have reached civilisation years before I did.

At this period, then, you find me a fully equipped war chief of the cannibal blacks, leading them on to battle attired as one of their own chiefs in every respect, and with nearly all their tribal marks on my body.When we reached the battle-ground, my men sent up smoke-signals of defiance, announcing the fact of our invasion, and challenging the enemy to come down from the mountains and fight us.

This challenge was promptly responded to by other smoke-signals, but as at least a day must elapse before our antagonists could arrive I spent the interval in devising a plan of battle--oddly enough, on the lines of a famous historic Swiss encounter at Grandson five or six centuries ago.

I arranged that fifty or sixty men, under the leadership of a chief, should occupy some high ground in our rear, to form a kind of ambush.