I had a short time previously cleared all woods and
trees, and was now in the midst of reeds of great height.
After proceeding onwards for about eight miles from
the place whence I started, my course was suddenly
and unexpectedly checked; I saw reeds before me, and
expected I was about to turn an angle of the river,
but I found that I had got to the end of the channel,
and that the river itself had ceased to exist.
Confounded at such a termination to a stream, whose
appearance justified the expectation that it would
have led me through the heart of the marsh to join
Mr. Hume, I commenced a most minute examination of
the place, and discovered two creeks, if they deserve
the name, branching, the one to the north-west, and
the other to the north-east; after tracing the former
a short distance, I reached its termination, and in
order to assure myself that such was the case, I walked
round the head of it by pushing through the reeds;
it being then too dark to continue where I was, I returned
to a place on the river, at which I had rested during
a shower, and slept there. In the morning I again
went to the spot to examine the north-eastern branch,
when I was equally disappointed. I then examined
the space between the two creeks, opposite to the
main channel of the river, and where the bank receives
the force of the current. Here I saw water in
the reeds, but it was scarcely ankle deep, and was
running off to the north-west quicker than the waters
of the river, which had almost an imperceptible motion,
I was therefore at once convinced that it was not
permanent, but had lodged there in the night, during
which much rain had fallen. I next pushed my
way through the reeds into the marsh, and at length
clearly perceived that the waters which were perfectly
sweet, after running several courses, flowed off to
the north, towards which point there was an apparent
declination or dip. Finding it impossible to
proceed further, I regained the boat, and thence returned
to the camp, under a conviction that I had reached
the very spot, at which Mr. Oxley lost the channel
of the river in 1818.
The next day I moved to the place where Mr. Hume had
struck upon the channel of the river, but was again
doubtful in what direction to proceed.
The marsh, at the commencement of which we now found
ourselves, being the third from Mount Foster, but
the second great one, seemed to extend beyond us to
the north for many miles, but varying in breadth.
In the evening I went in the boat up the channel,
and found it at first, deep and sullen, as that of
the river above. It soon however, narrowed, and
the weeds formed over its surface, so that I abandoned
the boat and walked along a path up it. I had
not gone far when the channel divided; two smaller
channels came, the one from the southern, and the other
from the western parts of the marsh into it.
There was an evident declination where they were,
and it was at their junction the river again rallied
and formed. On my return to the camp, Mr. Hume
and I went down the river, but found that about a
mile it lost itself, and spread its waters ever the
extensive marsh before it.