At about seven miles from Mosquito Brush we struck upon a creek of excellent water, upon which the wild fowl were numerous.

Some natives was seen, but they were only women, and seemed so alarmed that I purposely avoided them.

As the creek was leading northerly, we traced it down on that course for about seven miles, and then halted upon its banks, which were composed of a light tenacious earth.

Brushes of casuarina existed near it, but a tortuous box was the prevailing tree, which, excepting for the knees of small vessels, could not have been applied to any use, while the flooded-gum had entirely disappeared.

Some ducks were shot in the afternoon, which proved a great treat, as we had been living for some time on salt provisions.