at once into the gully, and followed it in all its
windings; knowing well from experience that it is
easier to find a passage up a mountain range than
down it. The gully had all the characters of those
of the Boyd; the same sandstone rock, the same abruptness,
and the same vegetation; excepting, perhaps, a new
Grevillea, with pinnatifid leaves and yellowish-white
woolly flowers, which we found here. There was
no water, except in some small holes full of gum leaves,
which had rendered it unfit for use. After proceeding
with great difficulty about three miles, we found
that the gullies opened into a broad flat valley; in
which fields of fat-hen, the Croton shrub, the native
Tobacco, Erythrina, fine specimens of flooded-gum,
Tristania, and the Moreton Bay ash, were growing in
great abundance. Farther down, however, the Bricklow
scrub covered the whole valley; the water-course disappeared
almost entirely; and we were completely disappointed
in our hopes of finding a fine country. Small
plains opened on both sides of the valley, surrounded
by Bricklow scrub, and with patches of Bricklow scattered
over them, in which the Bottle-tree frequently made
its portly appearance. A large flight of Wonga
Wonga pigeons were feeding on the seeds of various
species of Acacia; we shot two of them. No water
was to be found in an extent of fifteen miles.
The noisy call of the laughing Jackass (Dacclo gigantea)
made me frequently ride back and examine more minutely
those spots marked by a darker foliage; but the presence
of this bird is no certain indication of water, though
he likes the neighbourhood of shady creeks. I
could not help thinking that a considerable creek must
come from the north-west side of Mount Nicholson;
and, seeing an isolated range to the south-west, I
rode towards it, sure of finding water near it, if
there was any to be found. We approached the range
just before sunset, much tired, with two Wonga-Wongas
and three iguanas at our saddles. I had just
informed my Blackfellow, that I wished to encamp,
even without water, when some old broken sheets of
bark, remains of the frail habitations of the natives,
caught my eye; a dry water-hole, though surrounded
with green grass and sedges, showed that they had formerly
encamped there, with water. This water-hole was
found to be one of a chain of ponds extending along
the edge of the scrub which covered the hill; and,
on following it farther down, we came to a fine pool
of water, which enabled us to encamp comfortably.
Next morning, after having enjoyed an iguana, and
finding several other ponds well supplied with water,
we returned. In crossing several of the scrub
plains before mentioned, it was agreeable to observe
that the dense vegetation which covered them was not
the miserable Burr and the wiry Vervain, but Senecios
and Sonchus (Sowthistle), which our horses greedily
snatched as they waded through them. The soil
is of a dark colour, very rich, but mild; and the
rock below is basaltic. Kangaroos were feeding