We started off and saw more emu tracks going and coming, also natives' tracks.

Windich shot a wurrung, which he said had lately drunk water.

When we reached the gully, many tracks were seen ascending it, and we felt sure we should find water, and surely enough we soon reached a most splendid spring, running down the gully half a mile.

We were elated and very thankful.

Windich got a shot at an emu, but missed it.