The range trended a little south of east, and we decided to follow along its southern face, which was open, grassy, and beautifully green; it was by far the most agreeable and pleasant country we had met.
(ILLUSTRATION: PENNY'S CREEK.) At about five miles we crossed another creek coming immediately out of the range, where it issued from under a high and precipitous wall of rock, underneath which was a splendid deep and pellucid basin of the purest water, which came rushing into and out of it through fissures in the mountain: it then formed a small swamp thickly set with reeds, which covered an area of several acres, having plenty of water among them.

I called this Penny's Creek.

Half a mile beyond it was a similar one and reed bed, but no such splendid rock reservoir.

Farther along the range other channels issued too, with fine rock water-holes.

At eighteen miles we reached a much larger one than we had yet seen: I hoped this might reach the Finke.