John H. W. Pettit letters to his family in England, illustrated with sketches by the writer, 1852-1868 - Page 198
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It up ½ past 11 & a windy night.
It was a whole tribe of blacks for neighbour just now - And there are about Fifty of 'em having what they call a Corrobberee suppose we should call it an apology for a dance - the Devils are all naked, pipe clayed over in different patterns, jumping in all sorts
of queer attitudes before [?] I occasionally form one of an admiring audience - have a trifling flirtation with some of the dark beauties. At the same time
Ablett you never saw such an ugly stinking lot of
[?][witches?] in your life - I believe my sense of smell is good to detect a Black 400 or 500 yrds off.
Its not the [?]