of spinifex, the Festuca irritans, and some native poplar trees.  These have a straight stem, and are in outline somewhat like a pine-tree, but the foliage is of a fainter green, and different-shaped leaf.  They are very pretty to the eye, but generally inhabit the very poorest regions; the botanical name of this tree is Codonocarpus cotinifolius.  At five miles farther we dug in the bed of the creek, but only our riding-horses could be watered by night.  White pipeclay existed on the bed.  The weather was oppressive to-day.  Here my latitude was 26 degrees 27’, longitude 134 degrees.  It took all next day to water the horses.  Thermometer 92 degrees in shade, hot wind blowing.  The dead limb of a tree, to which we fixed our tarpaulin as an awning for shade, slipped down while we were at dinner; it first fell on the head of Jimmy Andrews, which broke it in half; it also fell across my back, tearing my waistcoat, shirt, and skin; but as it only fell on Jimmy’s head of course it couldn’t hurt him.  The country still scrubby on both sides:  we now travelled about north-north-west, and reached a low stony rise in the scrubs, and from it saw the creek stretching away towards some other ridges nearly on the line we were travelling.  We skirted the creek, and in eleven miles we saw other hills of greater elevation than any we had yet seen.

Reaching the first ridge, we got water by digging a few inches into the pipeclay bed of the creek; a more extended view was here obtained, and ranges appeared from west, round by north-west, to north; there were many flat-topped hills and several singular cones, and the country appeared more open.  I was much pleased to think I had distanced the scrubs.  One cone in the new range bore north 52 degrees west, and for some distance the creek trended that way.  On reaching the foot of the new hills, I found the creek had greatly altered its appearance, if indeed it was the same.  It is possible the main creek may have turned more to the west, and that this is only a tributary, but as we found some surface water in a clay-hole, we liked it better than having to dig in a larger channel.  Here for the first time for many weeks we came upon some green grass, which the horses greedily devoured.  The country here is much better and more open.  On mustering the horses this morning, one was found to be dead lame, with a mulga stake in his coronet, and as he could not travel we were forced to remain at the camp; at least the camp was not shifted.  This horse was called Trew; he was one of the best in the mob, though then I had not found out all his good qualities—­he now simply carried a pack.  Mr. Tietkens and I mounted our horses and rode farther up the creek.  The channel had partly recovered its appearance, and it may be our old one after all.  Above the camp its course was nearly north, and a line of low bluff-faced hills formed its eastern bank.  The country towards the new ranges looked open and inviting, and we rode to a prominent cone in it, to the west-north-west.  The country was excellent, being open and grassy, and having fine cotton and salt bush flats all over it:  there was surface water in clay-pans lying about.  I called this the Anthony Range.  We returned much pleased with our day’s ride.