From this hill I could also see that the Musgrave chain still ran on to the west; though broken and parted in masses, it rose again into high mounts and points.  This continuation is called the Mann Range.  Near the foot of the round hill I saw a small flat piece of rock, barely perceptible among the grass; on it was an old native fireplace and a few dead sticks.  On inspection there proved to be two fine little holes or basins in the solid rock, with ample water for all my horses.  Scrub and triodia existed in the neighbourhood, and the feed was very poor.  These were called Fraser’s Wells.  Mount Olga was still fifty miles away.  We now pushed on for it over some stony and some scrubby country, and had to camp without water and with wretched feed for the horses.  Casuarina trees were often passed.  We generally managed to get away early from a bad camp, and by the middle of the next day we arrived at the foot of Mount Olga.  Here I perceived the marks of a wagon and horses, and camel tracks; these I knew at once to be those of Gosse’s expedition.  Gosse had come down south through the regions, and to the watering places which I discovered in my former journey.  He had evidently gone south to the Mann range, and I expected soon to overtake him.  I had now travelled four hundred miles to reach this mount, which, when I first saw it, was only seventy-five or eighty miles distant.

The appearance of this mountain is marvellous in the extreme, and baffles an accurate description.  I shall refer to it again, and may remark here that it is formed of several vast and solid, huge, and rounded blocks of bare red conglomerate stones, being composed of untold masses of rounded stones of all kinds and sizes, mixed like plums in a pudding, and set in vast and rounded shapes upon the ground.  Water was running from the base, down a stony channel, filling several rocky basins.  The water disappeared in the sandy bed of the creek, where the solid rock ended.  We saw several quandongs, or native peach-trees, and some native poplars on our march to-day.  I made an attempt to climb a portion of this singular mound, but the sides were too perpendicular; I could only get up about 800 or 900 feet, on the front or lesser mound; but without kites and ropes, or projectiles, or wings, or balloons, the main summit is unscaleable.  The quandong fruit here was splendid—­we dried a quantity in the sun.  Some very beautiful black and gold, butterflies, with very large wings, were seen here and collected.  The thermometer to-day was 95 degrees in the shade.  We enjoyed a most luxurious bath in the rocky basins.  We moved the camp to softer ground, where there was a well-grassed flat a mile and a half away.  To the east was a high and solitary mound, mentioned in my first journal as ranges to the east of Mount Olga, and apparently lying north and south; this is called Ayers’ Rock; I shall have to speak of it farther on.  To the west-south-west were some pointed ridges, with the long extent of the Mann Ranges lying east and west, far beyond them to the south.