The water ran in two distinct beds through the fissures, hollows, and caves of the rock.

As our horses could not travel over the sharp edges of the rock without injuring their feet, we ascended the table land, and rode to the northward about four miles, and then came on plains, in which we distinguished a meandering band of green verdure, which proved to be the same brook we had left, or one of its head waters.
We followed it through a series of plains, from one of which a blue mountain was visible to the north-west.

I called it "Mount Lang," after Dr.Lang, the distinguished historiographer of New South Wales.

Smoke was seen to the westward.

At the right side of the brook, a stream of lava bounded the plains, and was, as usual, covered with dense scrub.