I looked about, keeping a sharp look-out, expecting to be attacked, but could not find Windich.

Sat down a short time and finally made my way back to the horses, and, after finding them, saddled one and started back to look for Windich.

Found him coming along with a kangaroo on his back, having shot three, but had not seen any natives; he had been waiting for me a good while.

After dinner I went back to get my coat and a compass left at the foot of the hill, and then again ascended the hill and got a fine round of angles.

The rock is very magnetic, and the compass is quite useless.