They informed us that a native had come from the eastward with intelligence relating to the encounter we had with the large tribe on May 31, adding that we had all been killed, and that all the natives in this vicinity had cried very much on hearing the news.
This is another specimen of the narrations of natives, with whom a tale never loses anything by being carried.
27th.
Steering a little to the north of west for eighteen miles, we reached Damparwar Springs, a clear grassy spot of about 300 acres, on west side of a low granite hill.

The spring was dry, but by digging a few feet obtained abundant supply.

From the appearance of the country there has hardly been any rain in this neighbourhood for many months.

Took a round of angles from a trap hill about two miles distant, Mount Singleton and many other points being visible.

Met a party of friendly natives here.