has almost deprived me of the faculty of hearing; the constant passage of the horses through these direful scrubs has worn out more canvas bags than ever entered into my calculations.  Every night after travelling, some, if not all the bags, are sure to be ripped, causing the frequent loss of flour and various small articles that get jerked out.  This has gone on to such an extent that every ounce of twine has been used up; the only supply we can now get is by unravelling some canvas.  Ourselves and our clothes, as well as our pack-bags, get continually torn also.  Any one in future traversing these regions must be equipped entirely in leather; there must be leather shirts and leather trousers, leather hats, leather heads, and leather hearts, for nothing else can stand in a region such as this.

We continued on our course for the one-bucket place; but searching some others of better appearance, I was surprised to find that not a drop of rain had fallen, and I began to feel alarmed that the Shoeing Camp should also have been unvisited.  One of the horses was unwell, and concealed himself in the scrubs; some time was lost in recovering him.  As it was dark and too late to go on farther, we had to encamp without water, nor was there any grass.

The following day we arrived at the old camp, at which there had been some little rain.  The horses were choking, and rushed up the gully like mad; we had to drive them into a little yard we had made when here previously, as a whole lot of them treading into the tank at once might ruin it for ever.  The horse that hid himself yesterday knocked up to-day, and Gibson remained to bring him on; he came four hours after us, though we only left him three miles away.  There was not sufficient water in the tank for all the horses; I was greatly grieved to find that so little could be got.

The camp ground had now become simply a moving mass of ants; they were bad enough when we left, but now they were frightful; they swarmed over everything, and bit us to the verge of madness.  It is eleven days since we left this place, and now having returned, it seems highly probable that I shall soon be compelled to retreat again.  Last night the ants were unbearable to Mr. Tietkens and myself, but Gibson and Jimmy do not appear to lose any sleep on their account.  With the aid of a quart pot and a tin dish I managed to get some sort of a bath; but this is a luxury the traveller in these regions must in a great measure learn to do without.  My garments and person were so perfumed with smashed ants, that I could almost believe I had been bathing in a vinegar cask.  It was useless to start away from here with all the horses, without knowing how, or if any, rains had fallen out west.  I therefore despatched Mr. Tietkens and Jimmy to take a tour round to all our former places.  At twenty-five miles was the almost bare rocky hill which I called par excellence the Cups, from the number of those little stone indentures upon its surface, which I first saw on the 19th of October, this being the 29th of November.  If no water was there, I directed Mr. Tietkens then only to visit Elder’s Creek and return; for if there was none at the Cups, there would be but little likelihood of any in other places.