but on his arrival he rejoiced me with the intelligence that, having fallen in with a lot of fresh native tracks, all trending round to the spot that looked so well from this side, he had followed them, and they led him to a small native clay-dam on a clay-pan containing a supply of yellow water.  This information was, however, qualified by the remark that there was not enough water there for the whole of our mob of camels, although there was plenty for our present number.  We immediately packed up and went over to our new-found treasure.

This spot is 156 miles straight from our last watering-place at Ooldabinna.  I was very much pleased with our discovery, though the quantity of water was very small, but having found some, we thought we might find more in the neighbourhood.  At that moment I believe if we had had all our camels here they could all have had a good drink, but the evaporation being so terribly rapid in this country, by the time I could return to Ooldabinna and then get back here, the water would be gone and the dam dry.  “Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof” is, however, a maxim that explorers must very often be contented to abide by.  Our camels got as much water as they chose to drink; they were not very big animals, but I am sure 150 gallons was consumed amongst the four.  They were hobbled out in the excellent herbage, which was better here than where we first outspanned them.  There was splendid grass as well as herbage, but camels seldom, if ever, touch it.  The clianthus pea and the vetch pea they ate ravenously, and when they can get those they require very little water.

No natives appeared to be now in the immediate neighbourhood.  This was a very pretty and charming little oasis-camp.  We got a few bronze-winged pigeons that came by mistake to water that night.  The following morning we found the camels had decamped, in consequence of their having had long hobbles allowed them, as we did not suppose they would ramble away from such splendid herbage and water.  Alec went after them very early, but had not returned by midday.  During his absence I was extremely anxious, for, if he should be unable to track, and should return without them, our case would be almost hopeless.  If camels are determined to stampede and can get a good start, there is frequently no overtaking them on foot.  They are not like horses, which will return of their own accord to water.  Camels know their own powers and their own independence of man, and I believe that a camel, if not in subjection, might live for months without water, provided it could get succulent food.  How anxiously I listened as hour after hour I maundered about this spot for the tinkling sound of the camels’ bells!  How often fancy will deceive even the strongest minds!  Twenty times during that morning I could have sworn I heard the bells, and yet they were miles out of earshot.  When Alec and I and the camels were all here together I thought this a