I sent Mr. Calvert and Charley to fetch the game, whilst we loaded the bullocks, and by the time they returned, we were ready to start.  The emus were fine large birds, but not fat; this season seemed to be unfavourable for them.  When we came out into the plain, we saw the smoke of the natives to the southward, and I steered for it, supposing that they were either near the river, or at all events not far from fresh water.  After two miles travelling, we crossed another creek with fine Polygonum water-holes, and, emerging from it into a second plain, we saw a flock of emus in the distance.  Chase was given to them, and with the assistance of Spring, one was caught.  Loaded with three emus, we travelled over a succession of plains, separated by narrow belts of timber, mostly of-box, bloodwood, and tea-tree.  The plains were broken by irregular melon-holes, which rendered our progress slow and fatiguing.  We came to Ironbark ridges, and to the very spot where the natives had been burning the grass, but no watercourse, nor lagoon was seen.  Brown rode farther to the southward, and observed the tracks of the natives in that direction, but found nothing but box-tree flats.  I sent Charley forward to the westward, and followed slowly in the same direction; night overtook us, when we were crossing a large plain, but Charley had lighted a large fire, which guided us, and made us believe that he had found water.  He was indeed at the steep banks of the river Albert, but it was still salt.  We hobbled and tethered all the horses, and watched the bullocks.  Fortunately we had provided ourselves with some water, which allowed half a pint to every man, so that we felt the inconvenience of a waterless camp less than formerly.  Besides, we had fresh meat, which made a great difference in our desire for water.  It was a beautiful night, and even the dew was wanting, which had been such a hindrance to drying our meat during the previous nights.  During my watch, I seated myself on one of the prominences of the steep banks, and watched the loud splashings of numerous large fish which momentarily disturbed the tranquillity of the mirror-like surface of the water.  Brown had found a bar across the river, and, on examination it proved perfectly dry during low water, and allowed us to cross, after having brought our bullocks and horses down the steep banks, which, however, was not effected without great difficulty.  We had most fortunately hit the very spot where such a crossing was possible.  Brown saw a great number of fine fish in the river, which he called “Taylors.”  The natives had been here frequently:  the grass had been recently burnt, and fish bones indicated this as one of their habitual camping places.  We could not, however, discover where they quenched their thirst.  I sent Charley forward in a north-west direction to look for water.  When we came out into the plains which stretched along both sides of the river as far as the eye could reach, we saw smoke