On the opposite side of the creek, and somewhat above us, there were two huts, and the claws of crayfish were scattered about near them.

There were also a few wild fowl and Haemantopus sitting on the water, either unconscious of or indifferent to our presence.

This fine sheet of water was more than 60 yards broad by about 120 long, but, as far as we could judge, it was shallow.
Mr.Browne returned to me in about three hours, having traced the creek upwards until he lost its channel, as Flood had done on a large plain, that extended northwards to the horizon.

He observed the country was very open in that direction, and had passed another pond of water, deeper but not so large as that at which we had stopped, and surprised an old native in his hut with two of his wives, from whom he learnt that there were both hills and fish to the north.
Whilst Mr.Browne was away, I debated within myself whether or not to turn from the course on which I had been running to trace this creek up.
The surface water was so very scarce, that I doubted the possibility of our getting on; but was reluctant to deviate from the line on which I had determined to penetrate, and I think that, generally, one seldom gains anything in so doing.

From Mr.Browne's account of the creek, its character appeared to be doubtful, so that I no longer hesitated on my onward course; but we remained stationary for the remainder of the day.
The evening of this day was beautifully fine, and during it many flights of parrots and pigeons came to the water.