well shaded, was quite dry, and the native hole contained only sufficient for about half the horses.  Some drank it all up, the rest going without, but we consoled them with the assurance that they should have some when we reached the top or Emu Tank.  We wanted to fill up our own water-bags, as our supply was exhausted.  On reaching it, however, to our disgust we found it perfectly dry, and as we couldn’t get any water, the only thing to do was to keep pushing on, as far and as fast as we could, towards the Alice Falls.  We got some water by digging in a small Grevillea (beef-wood-tree), water-channel, about three miles this side of it.  The horses were exceedingly thirsty, and some of them when they got water were afflicted with staggers.  The grass was beautifully green.  The last few days have been comparatively cool.  As the horses had two heavy days’ stages, I did not move the camp, but Mr. Tietkens and I rode off to the main range to explore the gorges we had formerly seen to the east.  The country at the foot of the range was very stony, rough, and scrubby.  We reached the mouth of the most easterly gorge, tied up our horses, and walked up.  We very soon came upon a fine deep long rock-reservoir with water running into and out of it.  I could not touch the bottom with over twenty feet of string.  The rocky sides of this gorge rose almost perpendicularly above us, and the farther we went up, the more water we saw, until our passage was completely stopped by the abruptness of the walls and the depth of the water at their feet; I called this Glen Cumming*.  The particular part or hill of the range on which this reservoir exists I named Mount Russell*; this was the most eastern mount of the range.  We then turned westerly towards the Alice Falls, and in a mile and a half we came to another gorge, where there was a cascade falling into a very clear round basin over twenty feet deep, washed out of solid white stone.  There were numerous other basins, above and below the large one.  I called this place Glen Gerald.  Proceeding on our way, we came to another cascade and basin; the fall of water was from a lesser height.  I called this Glen Fielder.  From here we went to the Alice Falls, rested the horses, and had a swim and delicious shower bath.  A warm wind from the south-east prevailed all day.

I wished to find a road through or over this range, but will evidently have to go farther to the west, where at seven or eight miles there are apparently two separate hummocks.  We returned to camp quite charmed with our day’s ramble, although the country was very rough and stony.  The vegetation about here is in no way different from any which exists between this range and Mount Olga.  Making a move now in the direction of the two apparently separated hills, we passed through some scrub of course, and then came to grassy gum-tree or eucalyptus flats, with water-channels.  At twelve miles we came fairly on to the banks of a splendid-looking creek, with