of the quandong or native peach-tree, and the dreaded Gyrostemon growing among them.  The region is so desolate that it is horrifying even to describe.  The eye of God looking down on the solitary caravan, as with its slow, and snake-like motion, it presents the only living object around, must have contemplated its appearance on such a scene with pitying admiration, as it forced its way continually on; onwards without pausing, over this vast sandy region, avoiding death only by motion and distance, until some oasis can be found.  Slow as eternity it seems to move, but certain we trust as death; and truly the wanderer in its wilds may snatch a fearful joy at having once beheld the scenes, that human eyes ought never again to see.  On the 15th of June we found a hollow in which were two or three small salt-lake beds, but these were perfectly dry; on the 16th also another solitary one was seen, and here a few low rises lay across a part of the eastern horizon.  On the 17th a little water left in the bottom of a bucket overnight was frozen into a thick cake in the morning, the thermometer indicating 18 degrees.  The nights I pass in these fearful regions are more dreadful than the days, for “night is the time for care, brooding o’er days misspent, when the pale spectre of despair comes to our lonely tent;” and often when I lay me down I fall into a dim and death-like trance, wakeful, yet “dreaming dreams no mortals had ever dared to dream before.”

The few native inhabitants of these regions occasionally burn every portion of their territories, and on a favourably windy day a spinifex fire might run on for scores of miles.  We occasionally cross such desolated spaces, where every species of vegetation has been by flames devoured.  Devoured they are, but not demolished, as out of the roots and ashes of their former natures, phoenix-like, they rise again.  A few Australian eagles are occasionally seen far up in the azure sky, hovering with astonished gaze, over the unwonted forms below; and as the leading camels of the caravan frighten some wretched little wallaby from its lair under a spinifex bunch, instantly the eagle swoops from its height, and before the astonished creature has had time to find another refuge he is caught in the talons of his foe.  We also are on the watch, and during the momentary struggle, before the eagle can so quiet his victim as to be able to fly away with it, up gallops Reechy, Alec and Tommy, and very often we secure the prize.  Round this spot at Buzoe’s Grave, just while the water lasts I suppose, there were crows, small hawks, a few birds like cockatoos, and many bronze-winged pigeons.  Some natives also were hovering near, attracted probably by the sight of strange smoke.  The natives of these regions signal with different kinds of smoke by burning different woods or bark, and know a strange smoke in an instant.  Some smokes which they make, go up like a thin white column, others are dark and tower-like, while others again are broad and scattered.