CHAPTER 1.4.  FROM 17TH SEPTEMBER TO 1ST OCTOBER, 1872.

Search for the missing horses. 
Find one. 
Hot wind and flying sand. 
Last horse recovered. 
Annoyed by flies. 
Mountains to the west. 
Fine timber. 
Gardiner’s Range. 
Mount Solitary. 
Follow the creek. 
Dig a tank. 
Character of the country. 
Thunderstorms. 
Mount Peculiar. 
A desolate region. 
Sandhills. 
Useless rain. 
A bare granite hill. 
No water. 
Equinoctial gales. 
Search for water. 
Find a rock reservoir. 
Native fig-trees. 
Gloomy and desolate view. 
The old chain. 
Hills surrounded by scrubs. 
More hills to the west. 
Difficult watering-place. 
Immortelles. 
Cold weather. 
View from a hill. 
Renewed search for water. 
Find a small supply. 
Almost unapproachable. 
Effects of the spinifex on the horses. 
Pack-horses in scrubs. 
The Mus conditor. 
Glistening micaceous hills. 
Unsuccessful search. 
Waterless hill nine hundred feet high. 
Oceans of scrub. 
Retreat to last reservoir. 
Natives’ smokes. 
Night without water. 
Unlucky day. 
Two horses lost. 
Recover them. 
Take a wrong turn. 
Difficulty in watering the horses. 
An uncomfortable camp. 
Unsuccessful searches. 
Mount Udor. 
Mark a tree. 
Tender-footed horses. 
Poor feed. 
Sprinkling rain. 
Flies again troublesome. 
Start for the western ranges. 
No water. 
Difficult scrubs. 
Lonely camp. 
Horses away. 
Reach the range. 
No water. 
Retreat to Mount Udor. 
Slight rain. 
Determine to abandon this region. 
Corkwood trees. 
Ants’ nests. 
Glow-worms. 
Native poplar trees. 
Peculiar climate. 
Red gum-trees. 
A mare foals. 
Depart for the south. 
Remarks on the country.

Having fixed our camp at a new place, in the afternoon of the 17th September, Robinson and I again went to look after the horses.  At three miles above the camp we found some water; soon after we got the tracks of one horse and saw that he had been about there for a day or two, as the tracks were that age.  We made a sweep out round some hills, found the tracks again, much fresher, and came upon the horse about seven miles from the camp.  The other horse was left for to-morrow.  Thermometer 96 degrees, sky overcast, rain imminent.

During the night of the 18th of September a few heat-drops of rain fell.  I sent Robinson away to the plain camp, feeling sure he would find the rover there.  A hot wind blew all day, the sand was flying about in all directions.  Robinson got the horse at last at the plain, and I took special care to find a pair of hobbles for him for this night at all events.  The flies were an intolerable nuisance, not that they were extraordinarily numerous, but so insufferably