be seen, was more easily planned than executed.  Following up the course of the river the way lay over a country which Alexander Jardine mentions in his notes as “too bad to describe,” pandanus swamps, vine scrubs, and small creeks swollen by the rains to a swimmable depth, succeeding one another along the whole stage.  At the latter the horses had always to be unpacked and their saddles taken over on the heads of the party.  Three hours were consumed in cutting their way through the last of the vine scrubs, when they camped on the outside, three of the horses being completely knocked up.  The Brothers then walked to the river in hopes of finding a crossing place.  This however, proved hopeless.  A thick matted fringe of mangroves nearly three miles wide intervened between them and its bank, through which it was next to impossible to make any headway.  Their supper to-night was augmented by a lucky “find” during the day of thirteen scrub turkeys’ eggs, which, though they would scarcely have been appreciated at an ordinary breakfast table, were very acceptable to tired and hungry travellers existing principally on jerked beef.  Eating what yolk or white they contained, they plucked and roasted the chicks as a “bonne-bouche.”  Fires had to be kept going day and night to drive away, and protect the poor miserable horses from the march and sand-flies by day, and mosquitoes by night.  These were, in fact, the principal cause of the poverty and debility of the poor brutes, who could never get a moment’s rest to feed or sleep.  Twenty-two miles were accomplished to-day, despite their difficulties.

‘February’ 8.—­The journey was continued to-day up the Escape, the course of which was very crooked, but generally N.W. by N. The horses knocked up a few miles after starting.  The party were therefore obliged to walk and drive them before them.  The country traversed was similar to that of yesterday, so that they could not get more than a-mile-and-a-half an hour out of the poor jaded beasts.  Three times they tried to make into the river bank, but without success, from the great width and the density of the belt of mangroves, and the soft mud.  An old black’s camp was passed in which they found heaps of shells, turtle, and shark bones.  In the evening they caught a quantity of whelks and cockles, which, with an iguana, and three turkeys’ eggs, made a good supper.

‘February’ 9.—­The course of the river to-day was even more crooked than yesterday, the nature of the country continuing the same, save that the swampy ground was occasionally broken by ridges of bloodwood, and stringy-bark.  From a tree on one of these they had a fine view of Newcastle Bay, and what was supposed to be Mount Adolphus Island, the latter about 25 miles away, and could trace the course of the river to where it debouched, by the stretch of mangroves.  Here, therefore, they were within 20 miles of their destination, which they were tantalised by seeing, without being able to reach.  With