In the morning the heavens were clear towards the south, but to the north dense nimbus clouds covered the hills and darkened the sky.
Not removing the camp, I took another ramble into the hills to the east of the camp, and from the first rise I saw what I was most anxious to see, that is to say, the end, or rather the beginning of the glen, which occurred at about two miles beyond our camp.

Beyond that the Finke came winding from the north-west, but clouds obscured a distant view.

It appeared that rain must still be falling north of us, and we had to seek the shelter of our canvas home.

At midday the whole sky became overclouded, rain came slowly down, and when the night again descended heavier still was then the fall.

At an hour after daylight on the morrow the greatest volume fell, and continued for several hours.