“It was in the drear month of October,
    The leaves were all crisped and sere,
    Adown by the Tarn of Auber,
    In the misty mid regions of Weir.”

If these are not the misty mid regions of Weir, I don’t know where they are.  There are two heaps of broken sandstone rocks, with cypress pines growing about them, which will always be a landmark for any future traveller who may seek the wild seclusion of these sequestered caves.  The bearing of the water from them is south 51 degrees west, and it is about a mile on that bearing from the northern heap; that with a glance at my map would enable any ordinary bushman to find it.  I sowed a quantity of vegetable seeds here, also seeds of the Tasmanian blue gum-tree, some wattles and clover, rye and prairie-grass.  In the bright gleams of the morning, in this Austral land of dawning, it was beautiful to survey this little spot; everything seemed in miniature here—­little hills, little glen, little trees, little tarn, and little water.  Though the early mornings were cool and pleasant, the days usually turned out just the opposite.  On the 11th Mr. Carmichael and I got fresh horses, and I determined to try the country more to the south, and leaving Alec Robinson and the little dog Monkey again in charge of glen, and camp, and tarn, away we went in that direction.  At first we travelled over sandhills, timbered with the fine Casuarina decaisneana, or desert oak; we then met some eucalyptus-trees growing promiscuously on the tops of the sandhills, as well as in the hollows.  At twelve miles we rode over a low ridge; the country in advance appeared no more inviting than that already travelled.  Descending to the lower ground, however, we entered upon a bit of better country, covered with green grass, there was also some thick mulga scrub upon it.  Here we saw a few kangaroos and emus, but could not get a shot at them.  Beyond this we entered timbered country again, the desert oak being quite a desert sign.  In a few miles farther another ridge fronted us, and a trifle on our left lay a hollow, or valley, which seemed to offer the best road, but we had to ride through some very scrubby gullies, stony, and covered with spinifex.  It eventually formed the valley of a small creek, which soon had a few gum-trees on it.  After following this about four miles, we saw a place where the sand was damp, and got some water by scratching with our hands.  The supply was insufficient, and we went farther down and found a small hole with just enough for our three horses, and now, having found a little, we immediately wanted to find a great deal more.  At twenty-six miles from the tarn we found a place where the natives had dug, and there seemed a good supply, so we camped there for the night.  The grass along this creek was magnificent, being about eight inches high and beautifully green, the old grass having been burnt some time ago.  It was a most refreshing sight to our triodia-accustomed eyes; at