‘February’ 4.—­The river being too high to cross, the start for the Settlement was postponed, the fagged horses getting the benefit of the delay.  A beast was killed in the evening.  The weather clearing, Mr. Richardson was enabled to get correct observations for the latitude, having succeeded in putting his sextant into tolerable adjustment.  The readings gave the latitude of camp 82 to be 11 degrees 11 minutes 39 seconds, or about 33 miles south from Cape York.  Part of the day was employed in constructing a raft to float over the saddles, rations, etc.  This was done by stretching a hide over a frame of wood, but not without some trouble, as it was found that the only wood light enough for the purpose, was dead nonda, and this being scarce, had to be searched for.  Before evening, however, a raft was finished sufficiently light for the purpose.

‘February’ 5.—­The river having sunk considerably during the night, the crossing was commenced this morning, despite the downpour of rain, which lasted all day without a break.  The stream was one hundred and thirty yards wide, the banks fringed with scrub and vines, and the current still running rapidly.  It required therefore strong and expert swimmers to get the horses across, the method being as follows:—­One of the party went in first with a line made fast to the bit of the horse’s bridle, and another followed, holding on to his tail by way of rudder.  Now as a horse can swim faster than a man, and is of course heavier in the water, the leader has no easy task even if the horse swim honestly for the opposite bank, but should he turn back or boggle at all, man and line are alike powerless; the use of the rudder therefore will be seen.  When the leader reaches the opposite bank, he has to scramble up nimbly, or he may have the horse on him, and arrived there, be in readiness with the line to assist him should he get entangled in the saplings and vines which fringe the banks.  It will be remembered that in crossing the Batavia on the 11th January, two horses were drowned, in spite of every care and precaution.  Here, however, they were fortunate enough to cross their four horses without accident, Mr. Scrutton, old Eulah, and the black-boys doing good service, being all excellent swimmers.  The saddles and rations were then floated over in the raft, also without accident, and the advanced party (the Brothers and Eulah) camped on the north side, leaving the remainder of the party and cattle in charge of Mr. Scrutton.  Even now, Frank Jardine was uncertain as to what stream they were on, and still leaned to the belief that it was the Escape, his faith in the result of the observations, having been shaken by the accident to the sextant.  They failed to assist him in his opinion, which was sorely puzzled by the river running westward.  He considered it, therefore, absolutely necessary to find the Settlement before moving the cattle forward, his horses being so weak, as to make it useless to travel on in uncertainty.  The necessity for reaching their journey’s end was becoming urgent, for their tea and sugar were exhausted, their flour nearly so, and some of the party were complaining of being unwell, and getting very weak.