Accordingly, leaving Carmichael and Robinson to go on with the horses, I rode over, and found there was the channel of a small creek, which narrowed into a kind of glen the farther I penetrated.

The grass was burning on all the hillsides, and as I went still farther up, I could hear the voices of the natives, and I felt pretty sure of finding water.

I was, however, slightly anxious as to what reception I should get.

I soon saw a single native leisurely walking along in front of me with an iguana in his hand, taking it home for supper.

He carried several spears, a wommerah, and a shield, and had long curled locks hanging down his shoulders.