From the Box-tree Forest we pushed on down the polygonum flat, where we had seen the native woman who had secreted herself in the bush.

A whole family was now in the same place, but an old man only approached us.

We were, indeed, passing, when he called to us, expressly for the purpose of telling us that the horse (Flood's) had gone away to the eastward.

This native came out of his way, and evidently under considerable alarm, to tell us this, and to point out the direction in which he had gone, Our stock of presents being pretty nearly exhausted, Mr.Browne, with his characteristic good nature, gave him a striped handkerchief, with which he was much pleased.

As it was evident the poor horse had kept along the edge of the Desert, and as he was a wandering brute, not caring for companions, it was uncertain to what distance he had rambled, I did not, therefore, lose time by attempting to recover him.