Native encampment. 
Fires alight. 
Hogarth’s Wells. 
Mount Marie and Mount Jeanie. 
Pointed ranges to the west. 
Chop a passage. 
Traces of volcanic action. 
Highly magnetic hills. 
The Leipoa ocellata. 
Tapping pits. 
Glen Osborne. 
Cotton-bush flats. 
Frowning bastion walls. 
Fort Mueller. 
A strong running stream. 
Natives’ smokes. 
Gosse returning. 
Limestone formation. 
Native pheasants’ nests. 
Egg-carrying. 
Mount Squires. 
The Mus conditor’s nest. 
Difficulty with the horses. 
A small creek and native well. 
Steer for the west. 
Night work. 
Very desolate places. 
A circular storm. 
The Shoeing Camp. 
A bare hill. 
The Cups. 
Fresh looking creek. 
Brine and bitter water. 
The desert pea. 
Jimmy and the natives. 
Natives prowling at night. 
Searching for water. 
Horses suffering from thirst. 
Horseflesh. 
The Cob. 
The camp on fire. 
Men and horses choking for water. 
Abandon the place. 
Displeasing view. 
Native signs. 
Another cup. 
Thermometer 106 degrees. 
Return to the Cob. 
Old dry well. 
A junction from the east. 
Green rushes. 
Another waterless camp. 
Return to the Shoeing Camp. 
Intense cold. 
Biting dogs’ noses. 
A nasal organ. 
Boiling an egg. 
Tietkens and Gibson return unsuccessful. 
Another attempt west. 
Country burnt by natives.

We had now been travelling along the northern foot of the more southerly of the two lines of hills which separated, at the west end of the Champ de Mars; and on reaching the Bell Rock, this southern line ceased, while the northern one still ran on, though at diminished elevation, and we now travelled towards two hills standing together about west-north-west.  On reaching them, in thirteen miles, I found a native encampment; there were several old and new bough gunyahs, and the fires were alight at the doors? of many of them.  We could not see the people because they hid themselves, but I knew quite well they were watching us close by.  There was a large bare slab of rock, in which existed two fine cisterns several feet in depth, one much longer than the other, the small one containing quite a sufficient supply for all my horses.  I called these Hogarth’s Wells, and the two hills Mount Marie and Mount Jeanie.  I was compelled to leave one of these receptacles empty, which for ages the simple inhabitants of these regions had probably never seen dry before.  Some hills lay south-westerly, and we reached them in nine miles; they were waterless.  Southward the country appeared all scrub.  The western horizon was broken by ranges with some high points amongst them; they were a long way off.  To the west-north-west some bald ranges also ran on.  I made across to them, steering for a fall or broken gap to the north-north-west.  This was a kind of glen, and I found a watercourse in it, with a great