Having tried without success to reach it from the north, I now intended to try from a more southerly line.

Ross's Water-hole is called ninety miles from the Peake, and we arrived there without any difficulty.

The nights now were exceedingly cold, as it was near the end of July.

When we arrived I left the others in camp and rode myself to the Charlotte Waters, expecting to get my old horse Cocky, and load him with 200 pounds of flour; but when I arrived there, the creek water-hole was dry, and all the horses running loose on the Finke.

I got two black boys to go out and try to get the horse, but on foot in the first place they could never have done it, and in the second place, when they returned, they said they could not find him at all.