The natives were busy on the hills, cutting out opossums and honey.

We heard their calls and the cries of their children.

As we descended into another valley, the whole slope was on fire; we passed through it, however, with little difficulty.

We crossed ridges after ridges, passed from one little creek and watercourse to another, all of which turned to the northward.
At last, heartily tired, and almost despairing of attaining the object of our search, viz., a western water, we came into a valley which went down to the south-west; and, following it down, found that it joined a larger one which went to the westward.

A broad creek, with the drooping tea tree and a sandy bed, gave us the promise of soon finding water; and, following the tracks of numerous kangaroos and native dogs, we came to a small pool.