After our hunger had been satisfied I took a more extended survey of our surroundings, and found that we had dropped into a really very pretty little spot.
Low sandstone hills, broken and split into most extraordinary shapes, forming huge caves and caverns, that once no doubt had been some of the cavernous depths of the ocean, were to be seen in every direction; little runnels, with a few gum-trees upon them, constituted the creeks.

Callitris or cypress pines, ornamented the landscape, and a few blood-wood or red gum-trees also enlivened the scene.

No porcupine, but real green grass made up a really pretty picture, to the explorer at least.

This little spot is indeed an oasis.

I had climbed high hills, traversed untold miles of scrub, and gone in all directions to try and pick up the channel of a wretched dry creek, when all of a sudden I stumbled upon a perfect little paradise.