appeared open and good travelling ground.  The ranges beyond this have a brownish tinge, and are all entirely different from those at Fort Mueller.  The rock formation here is a white and pinkish conglomerate granite.  All the ranges visible are entirely timberless, and are all more or less rounded and corrugated, some having conical summits, and some looking like enormous eggs standing up on end; this for the first view.  We descended, caught our horses, and departed for Fort Mueller, much gratified at the discoveries already made at this new geographical feature.  On the road back I recovered my glasses.  The day was most deliciously cool, there was a sweet perfume in the air, the morning was like one of those, so enjoyable in the spring, in the far-off agricultural districts of the fertile portions of the southern and eastern Colonies.  When we reached the red bare hill, fifty miles from home, we found the water had ceased to flow.

At our Emu Tank all the outside surface water was gone, the tank only holding some.  Our three horses greatly reduced its volume, and, fearing it would all evaporate before we could return, we cut a quantity of bushes and sticks to protect it from the sun.  Remounting, we now made for the native clay-hole that we had avoided in going out.  The outside water was now all but gone, but the hole still contained some, though not sufficient for all the horses; we set to work and chopped out another hole with a tomahawk, and drained all the thick water off the clay-pan into it.  Then we cut boughs, bushes, and sticks to cover them, and proceeded homewards.  On reaching the ten-mile or kangaroo tank, we found to our disgust that the water was nearly all gone, and our original tank not large enough, so we chopped out another and drained all the surplus water into it.  Then the boughs and bushes and sticks for a roof must be got, and by the time this was finished we were pretty well sick of tank making.  Our hands were blistered, our arms were stiff, and our whole bodies bathed in streams of perspiration, though it was a comparatively cool day.  We reached home very late on the 13th, having left the range on the 10th.  I was glad to hear that the natives had not troubled the camp in my absence.  Another circumstance gratified us also, and that was, Gibson had shot a large wallaby; we had not tasted meat since we left on the 7th.

(Illustration:  Attack at fort Mueller.)

To-day, 14th, we were getting all our packs and things ready for a start into the new and northern regions, when at eleven a.m.  Mr. Tietkens gave the alarm that all the rocks overhead were lined with natives, who began to utter the most direful yells so soon as they found themselves discovered.  Their numbers were much larger than before, and they were in communication with others in the tea-tree on the opposite side of the creek, whose loud and inharmonious cries made even the heavens to echo with their sounds.  They