forty-eight miles from Glen Ferdinand, Alec Ross found a large native well, which bore 12 degrees east of south from Mount Ferdinand, a conspicuous point overlooking the glen.  We did not require to use this well, but there was plenty of water in it.  Arriving at the first hills of the Everard, I found they were all very peculiar, bare, red, granite mounds, being the most extraordinary ranges one could possibly imagine, if indeed any one could imagine such a scene.  They have thousands of acres of bare rock, piled up into mountainous shapes and lay in isolated masses, forming something like a broken circle, all round a central and higher mass.  They have valleys filled with scrubs between each section.  Numerous rocky glens and gorges were seen, having various kinds of shrubs and low trees growing in the interstices of the rocks.  Every thing and every place was parched, bare, and dry.  We searched in many places for water without success.

At length some natives made their appearance, and showed us where water could be had by digging.  This was a most disagreeable and awkward spot to get the camels to, but after a great deal of labour in making a tank, and rolling boulders of rock out of the way, we were enabled to give them a drink.  There was but a very poor supply.

The water we got here was in a small gum-creek under the highest hill in the centre of the group upon its northern face.  The summit of the hill above it bore 21 degrees east of south, from Mount Ferdinand, in the Musgrave Ranges, and it is sixty-four miles from my camp at Glen Ferdinand water.  Alec and Tommy searched for, and found, some other water in rock-holes at the back or south side of this central hill, nearly three miles round.  Several more natives came to the camp, and some of them worked a little at watering the camels, but were greatly scandalised at seeing them drink such enormous quantities, and no doubt, in their heart of hearts, they were grieved that they had shown us the place.  And in order to recoup themselves in some measure for their romantic generosity, they quietly walked away with several unconsidered trifles out of the camp, such as ration bags, towels, socks, etc.  These thefts always occur when I am away.  I made one old gentleman who took some things disgorge his loot, and he and his friend who had dined with us went away, in the last stage of displeasure.  There are apparently but few natives about here just now; had there been more of them we might have had some trouble, as indeed I subsequently had at the rock-holes at the back of this hill.