Lake Buchanan after Mr. Buchanan of Anlaby, from whom the whole party experienced the utmost kindness) Lake Bulpaner, now all but dry (and what was mistaken by me the other day, when in search of a good depot, for this lake—­very dissimilar indeed) bears 158 degrees, distant about two miles along almost a valley.  Saw some of the natives on the way here, and sent Mr. Hodgkinson and Bulingani back for one of them to forward a letter to Camp Depot to desire them to move on to this place—­so much more desirable for a depot than where they now are.  Turned out the animals to await their return.  In the meantime three lubras arrived on the opposite side of the lake and we called them over.  Shortly after, Mr. Hodgkinson and the black came back; we had some luncheon, started the lubras back to the cart at the depot with a note requesting them to advance to this lake and, at 1.25 p.m., started on a bearing of 345 degrees, along the side of the lake and at 2.45 left the north-east sweep of the lake; then on a bearing of 32 degrees over sand ridges and saltbush flats.  Very open country till within one mile of camp at Gunany, a large creek about sixty to eighty yards wide and from twenty to thirty deep, on which we found a number of natives just finishing their day’s fishing.  They had been successful and had three or four different sorts of fish, namely the catfish of the Murray, the nombre of the Darling, and the brown perch, and I think I observed a small cod.  They offered, and I took several, which were very good—­they promised to bring more in the morning.  We came upon and crossed a large flooded wooded polygonum flat which continued close to the camp.  Distance travelled twenty-five and three-quarters miles.

Saturday, October 19.

Early this morning about eighty natives of all sorts, healthy and strong, visited the camp and could not be coaxed or driven away.  I think they would have tried to help themselves were it not from fear of the arms—­how they came to know their deadliness I cannot say.  Altering one of the camel saddles that has hurt one of their backs and caused us to be late in starting.  Started twenty minutes to 9 a.m.  Immediately crossed creek to Toorabinganee, a succession of reaches of water in a broad creek, some apparently deep, spelled half an hour, crossed creek and went over very high sandhills, pretty well grassed, with a little saltbush of various kinds, with some flooded and saltbush flats, and arrived at Luncheon Place, an island often, now partly, dry, on south-eastern side in an extensive irregular lake of about eight and a half to nine miles long by an average of one and three-quarters to two miles—­very hot—­name of Lake Canna Cantajandide.  Thought I might be able to cross it at the narrowest place with the horses and camels instead of going all round, as it put me out of my course.  Sent Mr. Hodgkinson to ascertain its depth, and found it too deep, so had to go round.  Arrived at Luncheon Place at ten minutes past 12, and started again twenty