It appeared firm, but unfortunately one of the horses got frightfully bogged, and it was only by the most frantic exertions that we at length got him out.

The bottom of this dreadful feature, if it has a bottom, seems composed entirely of hot, blue, briny mud.

Our exertions in extricating the horse made us extremely thirsty; the hill looked more inviting the nearer we got to it, so, still hoping to reach it, I followed up the arm for about seven miles in a north west direction.

It proved, however, quite impassable, and it seemed utterly useless to attempt to reach the range, as we could not tell how far we might have to travel before we could get round the arm.

I believe it continues in a semicircle and joins the lake again, thus isolating the hill I wished to visit.