Although the river line was lost in the distance, it was as truly pointed out by the fires of the natives, which rose in upright columns into the sky, as if it had been marked by the trees upon its banks.
To the eastward, Arbuthnot's range rose high above the line of the horizon, bearing nearly due East, distant seventy miles.

The following sketch of its outlines will convey a better idea of its appearance from Mount Foster than any written description.
[small sketch here--not shown in etext] I stayed on the mount until after sunset, but I could not make out any space that at all resembled the formidable barrier I knew we were so rapidly approaching.

I saw nothing to check our advance, and I therefore returned to the camp, to advise with Mr.Hume upon the subject.

Not having been with me on Mount Foster, he took the opportunity to ascend it on the following morning; and on his return concurred with me in opinion, that there was no apparent obstacle to our moving onwards.

As the men were considerably better, I had the less hesitation in closing with the marshes.