On the following morning Mr.Carmichael and I loaded a pack-horse with water and started back into the scrub to where we left the little mare the day before yesterday.

With protractor and paper I found the spot we left her at bore from this place south 70 degrees west, and that she was now no more than thirteen or fourteen miles away, though we had travelled double the distance since we left her.
We therefore travelled upon that bearing, and at thirteen and a half miles we cut our former track at about a quarter of a mile from where we left the mare.

We soon picked up her track and found she had wandered about a mile, although hobbled, from where we left her.

We saw her standing, with her head down, under an oak tree truly distressed.

The poor little creature was the picture of misery, her milk was entirely gone--she was alive, and that was all that could be said of her.