We followed it into the range, where it came down through a glen: here we found three fine rock-holes with good supplies of water in them.

The glen and rock is all red sandstone: the place reminded me somewhat of Captain Sturt's Depot Glen in the Grey ranges of his Central Australian Expedition, only the rock formation is different, though a cliff overhangs both places, and there are other points of resemblance.

I named this Stokes's Creek.
We rested here an hour and had a swim in one of the rocky basins.

How different to regions westward, where we could not get enough water to drink, let alone to swim in! The water ran down through the glen as far as the rock-holes, where it sank into the ground.

Thermometer 102 degrees to-day.