Prior to doing so, however, I rode to the junction of the Castlereagh with the Darling, accompanied by Mr.Hume, a distance of about half a mile.
Upon the point formed by the two streams, there were a number of huts, and on the opposite bank of the Darling, about twenty natives had collected.

We called out to them, but they would not join us.
At the junction, the Castlereagh, with whatever impetuosity it rushes from its confinement, makes not apparently the least impression on the Darling River.

The latter seemed to loll on, totally heedless of such a tributary..