After travelling about twenty miles Padbury and Butcher began to show signs of giving in.

We still pushed on, in hope of finding water in Lungley's Gully; the sun shone out very hot in the afternoon.

Passed a remarkable high peak, which I named Mount Mary.

My brother, Sweeney, and Pierre were behind with the knocked-up horses, trying to get them along.

Windich went on Hosken, the only horse that was strong enough, to the north to scour some valleys.