Thursday, 14th March, 1861.—­Camp 26R; Sandstone cave.  The water in the creek having fallen sufficiently low, we crossed over from the cave and proceeded down the creek.  Our progress was slow, as it was necessary to keep on the stony ridge instead of following the flats, the latter being very boggy after the rain.  Thinking that this creek must join Scratchley’s, near our old camp, we followed it a long way, until finding it trend altogether too much eastward, we tried to shape across for the other creek, but were unable to do so, from the boggy nature of the intervening plain.

Friday, 15th March, 1861.—­Camp 27R.

Saturday, 16th March, 1861.—­Camp 28R.  Scratchley’s Creek.

Sunday, 17th March, 1861.—­Camp 29R.

Monday, 18th March, 1861.—­Camp 30R.

Tuesday, 19th March, 1861.—­Camp 31R.

Wednesday, 20th March, 1861.—­Camp 32R.  Feasting Camp.  Last evening the sky was clouded about nine P.M., and a shower came down from the north.  At ten o’clock it became so dark that we camped on the bank of the creek, in which was a nice current of clear water.  To-day we halted, intending to try a night journey.  The packs we overhauled and left nearly 60 pounds weight of things behind.  They were all suspended in a pack from the branches of a shrub close to the creek.  We started at a quarter to six, but were continually pulled up by billibongs and branch creeks, and soon had to camp for the night.  At the junction of the two creeks just above are the three cones, which are three remarkably small hills to the eastward.

Thursday, 21st March, 1861.—­Humid Camp, 33R.—­Unable to proceed on account of the slippery and boggy state of the ground.  The rain has fallen very heavily here to-day, and every little depression in the ground is either full of water or covered with slimy mud.  Another heavy storm passed over during the night, almost extinguishing the miserable fire we were able to get up with our very limited quantity of waterlogged and green wood.  Having been so unfortunate last night, we took an early breakfast this morning at Camp 33, which I had named the Humid Camp, from the state of dampness in which we found everything there; and crossing to the east bank of the main creek, proceeded in a southerly direction nearly parallel with the creek.  Some of the flats near the creek contain the richest alluvial soil, and are clothed with luxuriant vegetation.  There is an immense extent of plain, back, of the finest character for pastoral purposes, and the country bears every appearance of being permanently well watered.  We halted on a large billibong at noon, and were favoured during dinner by a thunderstorm, the heavier portion of which missed us, some passing north and some south, which was fortunate, as it would otherwise have spoiled our baking process, a matter of some importance just now.  We started again at seven o’clock, but the effects of the heavy rain prevented our making a good journey.