If it is with a thought of pity, if it is with a sigh of lament, that we ponder over the fate of the lost, over the deaths in the long catalogue of the victims to the Australian bush, from Cunningham (lost with Mitchell) and Leichhardt, Kennedy and Gilbert, Burke, Wills, Gray, Poole, Curlewis and Conn, down to Coulthard, Panter, and Gibson, it must be remembered that they died in a noble cause, and they sleep in honourable graves.  Nor must it be forgotten that they who return from confronting the dangers by which these others fell, have suffered enough to make them often wish that they, too, could escape through the grave from the horrors surrounding them.  I have often been in such predicaments that I have longed for death, but having as yet returned alive, from deserts and their thirst, from hostile native tribes and deadly spears, and feeling still “the wild pulsation which in manhood’s dawn I knew, when my days were all before me, and my years were twenty-two,”—­as long as there are new regions to explore, the burning charm of seeking something new, will still possess me; and I am also actuated to aspire and endeavour if I cannot make my life sublime, at least to leave behind me some “everlasting footprints on the sands of time.”

At the Finniss Springs I met young Alec Ross, the son of another explorer, who was going to join my party for the new expedition to Perth.  My destination was now Beltana, 140 miles from hence.  I got a couple of horses for Nicholls and myself from Mr. Coulthard, Jimmy being stuck up on the top of the old riding cow camel, who could travel splendidly on a road.  When I arrived at Beltana I had travelled 700 miles from Fowler’s Bay.

BOOK 4.

CHAPTER 4.1.  FROM 6TH MAY TO 27TH JULY, 1875.

Fourth expedition. 
The members. 
Departure. 
Squabbles. 
Port Augusta. 
Coogee Mahomet. 
Mr. Roberts and Tommy. 
Westward ho!. 
The equipment. 
Dinner and a sheep. 
The country. 
A cattle ranch. 
Stony plateau. 
The Elizabeth. 
Mr. Moseley. 
Salt lakes. 
Coondambo. 
Curdling tea. 
An indented hill. 
A black boy’s argument. 
Pale-green-foliaged tree. 
A lost officer. 
Camels poisoned. 
Mount Finke in the winter. 
Wynbring. 
A new route. 
A good Mussulman. 
Depart from Wynbring. 
New places. 
Antediluvian cisterns. 
Still westwards. 
Lake Bring. 
Rain and a bath. 
A line cut in the scrubs. 
High sandhills. 
Return to Youldeh. 
Waking dreams. 
In depot. 
Fowler’s Bay once more. 
The officers explore to the north. 
Jimmy and Tommy. 
Jimmy’s bereavement. 
At the bay. 
Richard Dorey. 
Return to Youldeh. 
Tommy’s father. 
The officer’s report Northwards. 
Remarks.