At about five o'clock the little mare that had foaled yesterday gave in, and would travel no farther.

We were obliged to leave her amongst the sandhills.
We continued until we had travelled forty miles from Mount Udor, but no signs of a creek or any place likely to produce or hold water had been found.

The only difference in the country was that it was now more open, though the spinifex was as lively as ever.
We passed several quandong trees in full fruit, of which we ate a great quantity; they were the most palatable, and sweetest I have ever eaten.

We also passed a few Currajong-trees (Brachychiton).

At this point we turned nearly east.