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Many days passed away before I would admit to myself that this unhappy creature was a hopeless imbecile.I was never absent from his side day or night, hoping and waiting for the first sane remark.Soon, however, the bitter truth was borne in upon us that, instead of having found salvation and comfort in the society of a white man, we were merely saddled with a ghastly encumbrance, and were far worse off than before.

We now set off in the direction of our old tracks, but were not able to travel very fast on account of the still feeble condition of the white stranger.Poor creature! I pitied him from the bottom of my heart.It seemed so terrible for a man to lapse into a state of imbecility after having survived the dreadful hardships and adventures that had befallen him.I tried over and over again to elicit sensible replies to my questions as to where he came from; but he simply gibbered and babbled like a happy baby.Icoaxed; I threatened; I persuaded; but it was all in vain.I soon found he was a regular millstone round my neck--particularly when we were on the "walk-about." He would suddenly take it into his head to sit down for hours at a stretch, and nothing would induce him to move until he did so of his own accord.

Curiously enough, Bruno became very greatly attached to him, and was his constant companion.Of this I was extremely glad, because it relieved me of much anxiety.You will understand what I mean when I tell you that, in spite of all our endeavours, our mysterious companion would go off by himself away from our track;and at such times were it not for Bruno--whom he would follow anywhere--we would often have had much trouble in bringing him back again.Or he might have been speared before a strange tribe could have discovered his "sacred" (idiotic) condition.

At length we reached a large lagoon, on the shores of which we stayed for about two years.This lagoon formed part of a big river at flood-time, but the connecting stretches of water had long since dried up for many miles both above and below it.The question may be asked, Why did I settle down here? The answer is, that our white companion had become simply an intolerable burden.He suffered from the most exhausting attacks of dysentery, and was quite helpless.It was, of course, my intention to have continued my march northward to my old home in the Cambridge Gulf district, because by this time I had quite made up my mind that, by living there quietly, I stood a better chance of escape to civilisation by means of some vessel than I did by attempting to traverse the entire continent.This latter idea was now rendered impossible, on account of the poor, helpless creature I had with me.Indeed, so great an anxiety was he to me and Yamba, that we decided we could go nowhere, either north or south, until he had become more robust in health.Needless to say, I never intrusted him with a weapon.

I had found a sheath-knife belonging to him, but I afterwards gave it away to a friendly chief, who was immensely proud of it.

In making for the shores of the big lagoon we had to traverse some extremely difficult country.In the first place, we encountered a series of very broken ridges, which in parts proved so hard to travel over that I almost gave up in despair.At times there was nothing for it but to carry on my back the poor, feeble creature who, I felt, was now intrusted to my charge and keeping.Iremember that native chiefs frequently suggested that I should leave him, but I never listened to this advice for a moment.

Perhaps I was not altogether disinterested, because already my demented companion was looked upon as a kind of minor deity by the natives.I may here remark that I only knew two idiots during the whole of my sojourn.One of these had fallen from a tree through a branch breaking, and he was actually maintained at the expense of the tribe, revered by all, if not actually worshipped.

But the journey I was just describing was a fearful trial.

Sometimes we had to traverse a wilderness of rocks which stood straight up and projected at sharp angles, presenting at a distance the appearance of a series of stony terraces which were all but impassable.For a long time our charge wore both shirt and trousers, but eventually we had to discard the latter--or perhaps it would be more correct to say, that the garment was literally torn to shreds by the spinifex.At one time I had it in my mind to make him go naked like myself, but on consideration I thought it advisable to allow him to retain his shirt, at any rate for a time, as his skin was not so inured to the burning sun as my own.

We had to provide him with food, which he accepted, of course, without gratitude.Then Yamba had always to build him a shelter wherever we camped, so that far from being an invaluable assistance and a companion he was a burden--so great that, in moments of depression, I regretted not having left him to die.As it was, he would often have gone to his death in the great deserts were it not for the ever-vigilant Bruno.Still, I always thought that some day I would be able to take the man back to civilisation, and there find out who he was and whence he had come.And I hoped that people would think I had been kind to him.At first I thought the unfortunate man was suffering from sunstroke, and that in course of time he would regain his reason.I knew I could do very little towards his recovery except by feeding him well.Fortunately the natives never called upon him to demonstrate before them the extraordinary powers which I attributed to him.Indeed his strange gestures, antics, and babblings were sufficient in themselves to convince the blacks that he was a creature to be reverenced.The remarkable thing about him was that he never seemed to take notice of any one, whether it were myself, Yamba, or a native chief.As a rule, his glance would "go past me," so to speak, and he was for ever wandering aimlessly about, chattering and gesticulating.