The river took us to the foot of the big mountains, and we camped about a mile below a gorge through which it issues.

As we neared the new hills, we became aware that the late rains were raising the waters of the river.

At six miles before camping we crossed a tributary joining the Finke at right angles from the west, where there are some ranges in that direction; a slight stream was running down the bed.

My next anxiety is to discover where this river comes from, or whether its sources are to be found in this chain.

The day was delightfully fine and cool, the breezes seemed to vibrate the echo of an air which Music, sleeping at her instrument, had ceased to play.