the current ran in never-failing streams.  This spot was another of those charming gems which exist in such numbers in this chain.  This was another of those “secret nooks in a pleasant land, by the frolic fairies planned.”  I called the place Glen Watson*.  From a hill near I discovered that this chain had now become broken, and though it continues to run on still farther west, it seemed as though it would shortly end.  The Mount Olga of my former expedition was now in view, and bore north 17 degrees west, a considerable distance away.  I was most anxious to visit it.  On my former journey I had made many endeavours to reach it, but was prevented; now, however, I hoped no obstacle would occur, and I shall travel towards it to-morrow.  There was more than a mile of running water here, the horses were up to their eyes in the most luxuriant vegetation, and our encampment was again in a most romantic spot.  Ah! why should regions so lovely be traversed so soon?  This chain of mountains is called the Musgrave Range.  A heavy dew fell last night, produced, I imagine, by the moisture in the glen, and not by extraneous atmospheric causes, as we have had none for some nights previously.

CHAPTER 2.3.  FROM 10TH SEPTEMBER TO 30TH SEPTEMBER, 1873.

Leave for Mount Olga. 
Change of scene. 
Desert oak-trees. 
The Mann range. 
Fraser’s Wells. 
Mount Olga’s foot. 
Gosse’s expedition. 
Marvellous mountain. 
Running water. 
Black and gold butterflies. 
Rocky bath. 
Ayers’ Rock. 
Appearance of Mount Olga. 
Irritans camp. 
Sugar-loaf Hill. 
Collect plants. 
Peaches. 
A patch of better country. 
A new creek and glen. 
Heat and cold. 
A pellucid pond. 
Zoe’s Glen. 
Christy Bagot’s Creek. 
Stewed ducks. 
A lake. 
Hector’s Springs and Pass. 
Lake Wilson. 
Stevenson’s Creek. 
Milk thistles. 
Beautiful amphitheatre. 
A carpet of verdure. 
Green swamp. 
Smell of camels. 
How I found Livingstone. 
Gabriel Daniel Fahrenheit. 
Cotton and salt bush flats. 
The Champ de Mars. 
Sheets of water. 
Peculiar tree. 
Pleasing scene. 
Harriet’s Springs. 
Water in grass. 
Ants and burrs. 
Mount Aloysius. 
Across the border. 
The Bell Rock.

We left this pretty glen with its purling stream and reedy bed, and entered very shortly upon an entirely different country, covered with porcupine grass.  We went north-west to some ridges at seventeen miles, where there was excellent vegetation, but no water.  I noticed to-day for the first time upon this expedition some of the desert oak trees (Casuarina Decaisneana).  Nine miles farther we reached a round hill, from which Mount Olga bore north.  We were still a considerable distance away, and as I did not know of any water existing at Mount Olga, I was anxious to find some, for the horses had none where we encamped last night.