appeared everywhere, but the main tier of ranges for which I had been steering was still several miles farther away to the west.  Thinking that water, the scarcest here of Nature’s gifts, must surely exist in such a lovely region as this, it was more with the keen and critical eye of the explorer in search of that element, than of the admirer of Nature in her wildest grace, that I surveyed the scene.  A small gum creek lay to the south, to which Mr. Tietkens went.  I sent Gibson to a spot about two miles off to the west, as straight before us in that direction lay a huge mass of rocks and bare slabs of stone, which might have rock reservoirs amongst them.  To the north lay a longer jumble of hills, with overhanging ledges and bare precipices, which I undertook to search, leaving Jimmy to mind the horses until some of us returned.  Neither Mr. Tietkens nor Gibson could find any water, and I was returning quite disappointed, after wandering over hills and rocks, through gullies and under ledges, when at length I espied a small and very fertile little glen whose brighter green attracted my notice.  Here a small gully came down between two hills, and in the bed of the little channel I saw a patch of blacker soil, and on reaching it I found a small but deep native well with a little water at the bottom.  It was an extraordinary little spot, and being funnel shaped, I doubted whether any animal but a bird or a black man could get down to it, and I also expected it would prove a hideous bog; but my little friend (W.A.) seemed so determined to test its nature, and though it was nearly four feet to the water, he quietly let his forefeet slip down into it, and though his hindquarters were high and dry above his head he got a good drink, which he told me in his language he was very thankful for.  I brought the whole party to the spot, and we had immediately to set to work to enlarge the well.  We found the water supply by no means abundant, as, though we all worked hard at it in turns with the shovel, it did not drain in as fast as one horse could drink; but by making a large hole, we expected sufficient would drain in during the night for the remainder of the horses.  We did not cease from our work until it was quite dark, when we retired to our encampment, quite sufficiently tired to make us sleep without the aid of any lullaby.

CHAPTER 2.2.  FROM 22ND AUGUST TO 10TH SEPTEMBER, 1873.

A poor water supply. 
Seeds planted. 
Beautiful country. 
Ride westward. 
A chopped log. 
Magnetic hill. 
Singular scenery. 
Snail-shells. 
Cheering prospect westward. 
A new chain of hills. 
A nearer mountain. 
Vistas of green. 
Gibson finds water. 
Turtle backs. 
Ornamented Troglodytes’ caves. 
Water and emus. 
Beef-wood-trees. 
Grassy lawns. 
Gum creek. 
Purple vetch. 
Cold dewy night. 
Jumbled turtle backs. 
Tietkens returns.