There was an universal sameness in the vegetation, if I except the angophora, growing on the sand hills and superseding the acacia.
On the 18th the morning was very cold, with the wind at cast, and a cloudy sky.

We started at eight; and after crossing three very high sand ridges, descended into a plain of about three miles in breadth, extending on either hand to the north and south for many miles.

At the further extremity of this plain we observed a line of box-trees, lying, or rather stretching, right across our course; but as they were thicker to the S.W.
than at the point towards which we were riding, I sent Flood to examine the plain in that direction.

In the mean time Mr.Browne and I rode quietly on; and on arriving at the trees, found that they were growing in the broad bed of a creek, and were overhanging a beautiful sheet of water, such as we had not seen for many a day.

It was altogether too important a feature to pass without further examination; I therefore crossed, and halted on its west bank, and as soon as Flood returned, (who had not seen any water,) but had ascertained that just below the trees, the creek spreads over the plain, I sent him with Mr.Browne to trace it up northward, the fall of the country apparently being from that point.
In the meantime we unloaded the horses, and put them out on better grass than they had had for some time.