We did not get on it till we had travelled along the line about fifteen miles.
It crosses the Alberga east of the line.
29th.
When we were nearly ready to start, police-horse Butcher lay down and died in a few seconds; he appeared all right when we brought him in, and was saddled as usual.

Old age, very severe hard work, and continual travelling, is no doubt the cause of death: we took off his shoes, and left him where he died.

I was sorry for the poor old horse; he had been rather weak for a good while, but had borne up well to the very last.

We only had four horses to ride to-day, and Sweeney being still lame really made but three horses between five of us.

We travelled down the road for about thirty-three miles over stony plains; many clay-pans with water, but no feed.