Our blackfellows are animated by no sentiment, and, instead of posing in an attitude, surveying with poetical eye the truly grand scene, search for a bivalve called, in the aboriginal tongue, Yugarie, a delicate member of the mussel family, in much esteem by fishermen as bait, and by the natives as a bonne bouche which makes the sea-side tolerable. To us this trudge across the dismal swamps and sandy ridge signifies a final spectacle of great, if melancholy, grandeur; to Kings Brown and Brady it meant a heavy feed on Yugarie.