We left the creek, therefore on the 23rd, and once more took up a westerly course.

Passing through a generally open country, we stopped at noon to rest the animals; and afterwards got on an excellent grazing forest track, which continued to the brush, through another part of which I had penetrated to the marsh more to the south.

While making our way through it, we came upon a small pond of water, and must have alarmed some natives, as there was a fresh made fire close to it.

Our journey had been unusually long, and the cattle had felt the heat so much, that the moment they saw water they rushed into it; and, as this created some confusion, I thought it best to stop where we were for the night.
In the morning, Mr.Hume walked with me to the hill, a distance of about a mile.

It is not high enough to deserve the name of a mountain, although a beautiful feature in the country, and showing well from any point of view.
We ascended it with an anxiety that may well be imagined, but were wholly disappointed in our most sanguine expectations.