Booraby walked along the beach with his feet and eyes straight ahead and now he was chanting his tptem songs. “Murra Murra Murra, Labilla Labilla, Murra Murra, Labilla Labilla.” The hoarse guttural chanting of the palm totem man was heard by the dingoes who watched from the vales of the sand dunes and the emus who stalked through the marram grass, but to the sea eagle circling overhead, the black man walk­ing along the beach was nothing.