My object, therefore, was to keep at such a distance from my last course, as should leave no doubt of that fact upon my mind; it appeared to me that a due northerly course would about meet my views, and that if the Stony Desert was what I supposed it to have been, I should come upon it about two degrees to the eastward of where I had already crossed it.

In pushing up to the north I also hoped that I might find a termination to the sandy ridges, although I could not expect to get into any very good country, for from what we saw to the north it was evidently much lower than that over which we had passed, and I therefore looked for a cessation of the sandy ridges we had before been so severely distressed on passing.
I shook hands with Mr.Browne about half-past eight on the morning of the 9th of October, and left the depot camp at Fort Grey, with Mr.Stuart, Morgan and Mack, taking with me a ten-weeks' supply of flour and tea.

I once more struck into the track I had already twice traversed, with the intention of turning to the north as soon as I should gain Strzelecki's Creek.

As we rode over the sand-hills, they appeared as nothing to me, after the immense accumulations of sand we had crossed when Mr.Browne and I were out together.

We stopped short of the flat in which we had sunk the largest well on that occasion, to give the horses time to feed a little before sunset, and not to hurry them too much at starting.