I climbed for several hours over masses of hills, but always found one just a little farther on to shut out the view.

At length I reached the summit of a high round mountain in the middle tier, and a most varied and splendid panorama was spread before me, or I was spread before it.
To the north was the main chain, composed for the most part of individual high mounts, there being a valley between them and the hill I was on, and meandering along through this valley from the west I could trace the course of the Finke by its timber for some miles.

To the east a mass of high and jumbled hills appeared, and one bluff-faced mount was more conspicuous than the rest.

Nearer to me, and almost under my feet, was the gorge through which the river passes, and it appears to be the only pass through this chain.

I approached the precipice overlooking the gorge, and found the channel so flooded by the late rains, that it was impossible to get the horses up through it.