It flowed out into a large flat, and finally runs into a salt lake.

I named this brook Sweeney Creek, after my companion and farrier, James Sweeney.

Leaving the flat, we struck North-North-East for four miles, and came to a salt marsh about half a mile wide, which we crossed.

Following along, came into some high ranges, which I named the Frere Ranges, after Sir Bartle Frere, the distinguished President of the Royal Geographical Society.

Found a small rock water-hole in a gully and camped.