Many delays by visiting places caused it to be very late when we sat down amongst stones and triodia to devour our frugal supper.  A solitary eagle was the monarch of this scene; it was perched upon the highest peak of a bare ridge, and formed a feathery sky-line when looking up the gorge—­always there sat the solemn, solitary, and silent bird, like the Lorelei on her rock—­ above—­beautifully, there, as though he had a mission to watch the course of passing events, and to record them in the books of time and fate.  There was a larger and semicircular basin still farther up the gorge; this I called the Circus, but this creek and our rock-hole ever after went by the name of the Circus.  In a few miles the next day I could see the termination of the range.  In nine miles we crossed three creeks, then ascended a hill north of us, and obtained at last a western view.  It consisted entirely of high, red sandhills with casuarinas and low mallee, which formed the horizon at about ten miles.  The long range that had brought us so far to the west was at an end; it had fallen off slightly in altitude towards its western extremity, and a deep bed of rolling sandhill country, covered with desert vegetation, surrounded it on all sides.  Nearer to us, north-westerly, and stretching nearly to west, lay the dry, irregular, and broken expanse of an ancient lake bed.  On riding over to it we found it very undefined, as patches of sandhills occurred amongst low ridges of limestone, with bushes and a few low trees all over the expanse.  There were patches of dry, soda-like particles, and the soil generally was a loose dust coloured earth.  Samphire bushes also grew in patches upon it, and some patches of our arch-enemy, triodia.  Great numbers of wallaby, a different kind from the rock, were seen amongst the limestone rises; they had completely honeycombed all we inspected.  Water there was none, and if Noah’s deluge visited this place it could be conveniently stowed away, and put out of sight in a quarter of an hour.

Returning to the horses, we turned southerly to the most westerly creek that issues from the range.  I found some water up at the head of it in rock-holes; but it was so far up easterly, that we could not have been more than five or six miles across the hills from our last night’s encampment at the Circus.  There was only a poor supply of water in two small holes, which could not last longer than three days at the most.  The thermometer ranged up to 104 degrees to-day.  Some of the horses are now terribly footsore.  I would shoe them, only that we are likely to be in the sandhills again immediately.  I did not exactly know which way to go.  Mr. Tietkens and I ascended the highest hill in this part of the range.  I had yesterday seen something like the top of a ridge south-westerly; I now found it was part of a low distant range, and not of a very promising nature.  There was a conspicuous mountain, which now bore north-east about fifty miles away, and I