very pretty place, but oh, how hideous did it appear while I was here alone, with the harrowing thought of the camels being lost and Alec returning without them.  Death itself in any terrors clad would have been a more welcome sight to me then and there, than Alec Ross without the camels.  But Alec Ross was a right smart chance of a young bushman, and I knew that nothing would prevent him from getting the animals so long as their hobbles held.  If, however, they succeeded in breaking them, it would be good-bye for ever.  As they can go in their hobbles, unless short, if they have a mind to stampede, as fast as a man can walk in this region, and with a whole night’s start with loose legs, pursuit would be hopeless.  But surely at last I hear the bells!  Yes; but, strange to say, I did not hear them until Alec and the camels actually appeared through the edge of scrub.  Alec said they had gone miles, and were still pushing on in single file when he got up to them.

Now that I had found this water I was undecided what to do.  It would be gone before I could return to it, and where I should find any more to the west it was impossible to say; it might be 100, it might be 200, it might even be 300 miles.  God only knows where the waters are in such a region as this.  I hesitated for the rest of the day—­whether to go still farther west in search of water, or to return at once and risk the bringing of the whole party here.  Tietkens and Young, I reflected, have found a new depot, and perhaps removed the whole party to it.  Then, again, they might not, but have had to retreat to Youldeh.  Eventually I decided to go on a few miles more to the west, in order to see whether the character of the country was in any way altered before I returned to the depot.

We went about forty miles beyond the dam; the only alteration in the country consisted of a return to the salt-lake system that had ceased for so many miles prior to our reaching our little dam.  At the furthest point we reached, 195 miles from the depot; it was upon the shore of another salt lake, no water of any kind was to be procured.  The only horizon to be seen was about fifteen miles away, and was simply the rim of an undulation in the dreary scrubs covered with the usual timber—­that is to say, a mixture of the Eucalyptus dumosa or mallee, casuarinas or black oaks, a few Grevilleas, hakea bushes, with leguminous trees and shrubs, such as mulga, and a kind of harsh-, silver wattle, looking bush.  On the latter order of these trees and plants the camels find their sustenance.  Two stunted specimens of the native orange-tree or capparis were seen where I had left the two casks.  From my furthest point west, in latitude 29 degrees 15’ and longitude 128 degrees 3’ 30”, I returned to the dam and found that even during my short absence of only three and a half days the diminution of the volume of water in it was amazing, and I was perfectly staggered at the decrease, which was at the rate of more than