to be at his wits end as to how they were to get along.  Every superfluity and been abandoned, and, with the exception of a few light things, such as clothes and blankets, of too trifling weight to make it worth while to leave, and only what was absolutely necessary, retained; yet there were barely sufficient horses left to carry that.  He had therefore good cause for anxiety.  The day kept tolerably fair until the party came into camp, when the rain came down in torrents.  Whilst in the hurry and confusion of putting up the tents to protect the stores from the deluge that was pouring, the alarm of “blacks” was again given.  They were fortunately unarmed, and the party easily chased them away.  This was fortunate, and was caused by the native custom of making the gins carry their spears and shields on the march, themselves only carrying a nulla or two.  They were soon back again however, with large bundles of spears, but not before the party had had time to prepare for them.  The rifles were dry and loaded.  Frank Jardine here owns to a feeling of savage delight at the prospect of having a “shine” with these wretched savages, who, without provocation, hung on their footsteps dogging them like hawks all through the thickest of their troubles, watching with cowardly patience, for a favourable moment to attack them at a disadvantage.  Even then, however, he would not be the agressor, but allowed them to come within sixty yards, and ship their spears in the woomerahs, before they were fired upon.  The two foremost men fell to the only two shots that were discharged, and their companions at once broke and fled; nor was the advantage followed up, as the travellers were careful to husband their ammunition, and their caps were running short.  This, however, was the last occasion on which the party was molested, their sable adversaries having, probably, at length learned that “they were worth letting alone,” and never again shewing themselves.  The distance travelled was 8 miles.  N.E. by N.

‘January’ 15.—­This being Sunday and horses, cattle, and men, being in want of rest after the work of the last two days, it was determined to make a rest day.  The party employed part of the time in spreading out the contents of the pack bags to dry, everything having become mouldy with the constant wetting.  The day was marked too, by a grant feast of “stodge,” doughboys, and jam, stodge being a delicacy extemporised for the occasion, consisting of “flour boiled with water to the consistency of paste, with some small pieces of raw meat thrown into it"!!  The Brothers spent part of the afternoon in the mutual good offices of picking the pandanus thorns out of each others feet and legs, the blackboys following their example.  These thorns were a constant source of small torture to the party.  The necessity of trying the ground in advance of the cattle prevented them wearing boots, and thus feet and legs were left without any protection, and exposed them day after day to the same annoyance.