It had a yellow blossom, and the seed was very small and difficult to collect, as it appeared to be immediately attacked by insects.
The fact of the natives having crossed the plain confirmed my impression that the creek picked up beyond it, and I determined on the first favourable opportunity to ascertain that fact.

It now, however, only remained for me to place the camp in a more convenient position.

To do this we moved on the 27th, and whilst Mr.Browne led the party across the plains, I rode on ahead with Mr.Poole to select the ground on which to pitch our tents.

At the distance of seven miles we arrived at the entrance of the little rocky glen through which the creek passes, and at once found ourselves on the brink of a fine pond of water, shaded by trees and cliffs.

The scenery was so different from any we had hitherto seen, that I was quite delighted, but the ground being sandy was unfit for us, we therefore turned down the creek towards the long sheet of water Mr.Poole had mentioned, and waited there until the drays arrived, when we pitched our tents close to it, little imagining that we were destined to remain at that lonely spot for six weary months.