On a sudden my companion asked me if I had brought a small hook with me, as he had taken it into his head that there were fish in the pond.

Being unable to supply his wants, he got a pin, and soon had a rough kind of apparatus prepared, with which he went to the water; and, having cast in his bait, almost immediately pulled out a white and glittering fish, and held it up to me in triumph.

I must confess that I was exceedingly astonished, for the first idea that occurred to my mind was--How could fish get into so isolated a spot?
In the water-holes above us no animals of the kind could have lived.

How then were we to account for their being where we found them, and for the no less singular phenomenon of brackish waters in the bed of a fresh water creek?
These were exceedingly puzzling questions to me at the time, but, as the reader will find, were afterwards explained.

Mr.Browne succeeded in taking no less than thirteen fish, and seemed to think that they were identical with the silver perch of the Murray, but they appeared to me to be a deeper and a thinner fish.