I could get no rest last night on account of the ants, the wretches almost ate me alive, and the horses tried so often to pass by the camp that I was delighted at the reappearance of the morn.  Mr. Tietkens also had to shift his camp, and drove the horses back, but ants as big as elephants, or an earthquake that would destroy the world, would never wake Gibson and Jimmy.  It was difficult to get the horses to the place where the water was, and we could only manage three at a time.  There was fortunately just enough water, though none to spare.  One old fool of a horse must needs jump into an empty rock basin; it was deep and funnel shaped, so that he could not stand when he got there, so he fell, and had knocked himself about terribly before we could get him out.  Indeed, I never thought he could come out whole, and I was preparing to get him out in pieces when he made one last super-equine exertion, and fell up and out at the same time.

The delay in watering the horses, and extracting Terrible Billy from the basin, made it twelve o’clock before we could turn our backs upon this hideous place, hoping to find no more like it.  We travelled along the stony slope of the range nearly west, and in less than two miles we crossed a small creek-channel with a thick clump of gum-trees right under the range.  The tops of a second clump were also visible about half a mile off.  Mr. Tietkens went to search down Desolation Creek.  I directed Gibson to go on with the horses to the foot of a hill which I pointed out to him, and to remain there until I overtook him.  Up the creek close to the clump of timber the whole glen was choked with a rank vegetation, beneath which the water ran in a strong and rapid stream that issued to the upper air from the bottom of the range.  In trying to cross this channel, my horse became entangled in the dense vegetation, whose roots, planted in rich and oozy soil, induced the tops of this remarkable plant to grow ten, twelve, and fifteen feet high.  It had a nasty gummy, sticky feel when touched, and emitted a strong, coarse odour of peppermint.  The botanical name of this plant is Stemodia viscosa.  This vegetation was not substantial enough to sustain my horse, and he plunged so violently that he precipitated me head-first into the oozy, black, boggy mass, and it appeared as though he must be swallowed up alive.  I had in such a place great difficulty in getting my saddle, rifle, revolver, and other gear off the animal’s back.  I gave up all hopes of recovering the horse, for he had ceased struggling, and was settling down bodily in the morass.

I left him and ran shouting after Gibson and Jimmy, but they were too far away; Mr. Tietkens, however, on his way after them, heard me and rode up.  His astonishment was great indeed when I showed him the horse, now deeply imbedded in the bog.  The vegetation could hold us up above the running stream, and at last, but how I never could make out, by dint of flogging, helping to lift, and yelling at him, the