Mr.Browne too was unwell and Lewis complaining, so that it was advisable to indulge ourselves if possible.

I therefore determined to trace the creek downwards, in the hope of finding water, and at a mile came upon a shallow pond where I gladly halted, for by this time several of the horses had swollen to a great size, and were evidently in much pain.
After arranging the little bivouac our attention was turned to the horses, and Mr.Browne found it necessary to bleed Flood's horse, to allay the inflammatory symptoms that were upon him.

Still however he got worse, and no remedy we had in our power to apply seemed to do him good.
The poor animal threw himself down violently on the ground, and bruised himself all over, so that we were obliged to fasten him up, but as there appeared to be no fear of his wandering, at sunset he was allowed to be loose.

He remained near me for the greater part of the night, and was last seen close to where I was lying, but in the morning was no where to be found, and although we searched for a whole day, and made extensive sweeps to get on his track we never saw him more, and concluded he had died under some bush.

This was the horse we recovered on the Murray, the same that had escaped from the government paddock in Adelaide.