A salt lake was visible a few miles to the east, towards which we proceeded.

Passing along samphire flats and over red sand-hills, we got within a mile of the lake.

The country close to it not looking promising, I determined to turn our faces westward towards the party.

Steering a little south of west for three miles, we struck a large brook trending North-East into the lake, and, following it up a mile, found a fine pool of fresh water, with splendid feed.

This is very fortunate, as it is a good place to bring the party to.