Camped on a gully with some old feed in the flat, in latitude 27 degrees 49 minutes.

Miserable country for grass all day, but plenty of water from recent rains everywhere.

Hope to reach the Peake by mid-day to-morrow.

Damper and water as usual.
30th.
Got off early as usual, all in high glee at the prospect of meeting civilized habitations again.

Travelled along the road and saw cattle, and shortly afterwards reached the Peake, and rather surprised the people.
Mr.Bagot, the owner of the cattle station, was the first I met; and after telling him who we were, he said he had surmised it was so.