Having made what arrangements he could to carry water, he left the last water on the 5th of April.

About a week afterwards he reached the break in the cliffs, where water could be obtained by digging in the sandhills.

Luckily they had found many small rock-holes filled with water, which had enabled them to push steadily on.

Forrest says that the cliffs, which fell perpendicularly to the sea, although grand in the extreme, were terrible to gaze from:-- "After looking very cautiously over the precipice, we all ran back, quite terrified by the dreadful view." While resting and recruiting at the sandhills, he made an excursion to the north, and after passing through a fringe of scrub twelve miles deep, he came upon most beautifully-grassed downs.

At fifty miles from the sea there was nothing visible as far as the eye could reach but gentle undulating plains of grass and saltbush.