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& the poor fellow, who was bleeding profusely, kept
muttering about shooting & niggers, intermingled with some
instructions to Bubs about the dinghy. He was laid
under the shade of a tree, (almost in front of our house)
while Goodman harnessed a horse & put him in the spring
dray. The Dr. telephoned to the Hospital, at Fannie Bay,
(with which he is connected direct) & told them to make
preparations. Strange to say, the nurse who answered
the telephone, was the one to whom Mr. Williamson was
engaged to be married & she had wondered why he had
not called since he came back to Port Darwin. The
Dr. also told us when he came back about noon, that
the poor chap had died soon after reaching the Hospital.
It is another instance of what a drinking bout will do
for a man. He was as genial & good natured a fellow as one
could wish to meet & was well connected in Liverpool,
where his father was an ex-Mayor & a Director of the
celebrated Cunard Line of Steamers. He used the revolver
I always carried in my belt when we went ashore. It was
lent to me by Mr. Gee. We were all wishing to attend
his funeral, but strange to say, he was buried without any
delay, & there was no opportunity. We hear they never
have funerals up here. Spent the evening at Worgans.