At earliest dawn Mr. Tietkens and I took the shovel and walked to where we heard the horsebells.  Twelve of the poor animals were lying in the bed of the creek, with limbs stretched out as if dead, but we were truly glad to find they were still alive, though some of them could not get up.  Some that were standing up were working away with their hobbled feet the best way they could, stamping out the sand trying to dig out little tanks, and one old stager had actually reached the water in his tank, so we drove him away and dug out a proper place.  We got all the horses watered by nine o’clock.  It was four a.m. when we began to dig, and our exercise gave us an excellent appetite for our breakfast.  Gibson built a small bough gunyah, under which we sat, with the thermometer at 102 degrees.

In the afternoon the sky became overcast, and at six p.m. rain actually began to fall heavily, but only for a quarter of an hour, though it continued to drip for two or three hours.  During and after that we had heavy thunder and most vivid lightnings.  The thermometer at nine fell to 48 degrees; in the sun to-day it had been 176 degrees, the difference being 128 degrees in a few hours, and we thought we should be frozen stiff where we stood.  A slight trickle of surface water came down the creek channel.  The rain seemed to have come from the west, and I resolved to push out there again and see.  This was Friday; a day’s rest was actually required by the horses, and the following day being Sunday, we yet remained.

Monday, 24th November.

We had thunder, lightnings, and sprinklings of rain again during last night.  We made another departure for the Shoeing Camp and Elder’s Creek.  At the bare rock previously mentioned, which was sixteen miles en route 30 degrees north of west, we found the rain had left sufficient water for us, and we camped.  The native well was full, and water also lay upon the rock.  The place now seemed exceedingly pretty, totally different from its original appearance, when we could get no water at it.  How wonderful is the difference the all-important element creates!  While we were here another thunderstorm came up from the west and refilled all the basins, which the horses had considerably reduced.  I called this the Lightning Rock, as on both our visits the lightning played so vividly around us.  Just as we were starting, more thunder and lightnings and five minutes’ rain came.

From here I steered to the one-bucket tank, and at one place actually saw water lying upon the ground, which was a most extraordinary circumstance.  I was in great hopes the country to the west had been well visited by the rains.  The country to-day was all dense scrubs, in which we saw a Mus conditor’s nest.  When in these scrubs I always ride in advance with a horse’s bell fixed on my stirrup, so that those behind, although they cannot see, may yet hear which way to come.  Continually working this bell