I walked to the top of the tent hill, and saw the creek went through another pass to the north-east.
In the afternoon I rode over to this pass and found some ponds of water on this side of it.

A bullock whose tracks I had seen further up the creek had got bogged here.

We next travelled through the pass, which I called Briscoe's Pass, the creek now turning up nearly north-east; in six miles further it ran under a hill, which I well remembered in going out; at thirteen miles from the camp it ended in the broader bosom of the Finke, where there was a fine water-hole at the junction, in the bed of the smaller creek, which was called the Palmer.

The Finke now appeared very different to when we passed up.

It then had a stream of water running along its channel, but was now almost dry, except that water appeared at intervals upon the surface of the white and sandy bed, which, however, was generally either salty or bitter; others, again, were drinkable enough.