Now, too, he found himself attacked with what he then thought to be rheumatism, but which proved to be scurvy.

Poole and Browne were afflicted in the same manner.
Sturt made one desperate attempt to the north during his imprisonment in the Depot Glen, and succeeded in reaching a point one mile beyond the 28th parallel, but further north he could not advance, nor did he find any inducement to risk the safety of his party.
There passed weeks of awesome monotony, relieved by one strange episode.
From the apparently lifeless wilderness around them there strayed an old aboriginal into their camp.

He was hungry and athirst, and in complete keeping with the gaunt waste from which he had emerged.

The dogs attacked him when he approached, but he stood his ground and fought them valiantly until they were called off.

His whole demeanour was calm and courageous, and he showed neither surprise nor timidity.