The Alice Falls. 
Separated hills. 
Splendid-looking creek. 
Excellent country. 
The Pass of the Abencerrages. 
Sladen Water. 
An alarm. 
Jimmy’s anxiety for a date. 
Mount Barlee. 
Mount Buttfield. 
“Stagning” water. 
Ranges continue to the west. 
A notch. 
Dry rocky basins. 
Horses impounded. 
Desolation Glen. 
Wretched night. 
Terrible Billy. 
A thick clump of gums. 
A strong and rapid stream. 
The Stemodia viscosa. 
Head-first in a bog. 
Leuhman’s Spring. 
Groener’s and Tyndall’s Springs. 
The Great Gorge. 
Fort McKellar. 
The Gorge of Tarns. 
Ants again. 
Swim in the tarn. 
View from summit of range. 
Altitude. 
Tatterdemalions. 
An explorer’s accomplishments. 
Cool and shady caves. 
Large rocky tarn. 
The Circus. 
High red sandhills to the west. 
Ancient lake bed. 
Burrowing wallabies. 
The North-west Mountain. 
Jimmy and the grog bottle. 
The Rawlinson Range. 
Moth- and fly-catching plant. 
An inviting mountain. 
Inviting valley. 
Fruitless search for water. 
Ascend the mountain. 
Mount Robert. 
Dead and dying horses. 
Description of the mob. 
Mount Destruction. 
Reflections. 
Life for water. 
Hot winds. 
Retreat to Sladen Water. 
Wild ducks. 
An ornithological lecture. 
Shift the camp. 
Cockatoo parrots. 
Clouds of pigeons. 
Dragged by Diaway. 
Attacked by the natives.

It was late on the 16th of January when we left Fort Mueller.  We reached our first or Kangaroo Tanks in eleven miles, so called as we saw several kangaroos there on our first visit; but only having revolvers, we could not get near enough to shoot any of them.  The water had remained in them quite as well as I could expect, but we did not use it that night.  The horses were evidently inclined to ramble back, so we short-hobbled them; but as soon as it became dusk, they all went off at a gallop.  Mr. Tietkens and I went after them, but the wretches would not allow us to get up with them.  The moment they heard us breaking any sticks in the scrubs behind them, off they started again; we had to go five or six miles before we could get hold of any of them, and it being cloudy and dark, we hardly knew which way to drive them back; at length we saw the reflection of a fire, and it proved we were taking them right; it was midnight when we got back.  We tied one up and waited for morning, when we found they were all gone again, but having one to ride we thought to get them pretty soon.  It now appeared that in the scrubs and darkness last night we had missed three.  Now we had to use our tank water, the three missing horses not being found by night.  The missing horses were found the next day, the 18th, and we continued our journey from these now empty tanks at twelve o’clock, and reached the native clay-pan tanks by night.  The second one we had dug, though