Some emu steaks would come in very handy now.

Near our pool of slime a so-called native orange tree (Capparis), of a very poor and stunted habit, grew; and we allowed it to keep on growing.
The stars informed me, in the night, that I was almost under the tropic line, my latitude being 23 degrees 29'.

The horses fed well on the purple vetch, their bells melodiously tinkling in the air the whole night long.

The sound of the animals' bells, in the night, is really musical to the explorer's ear.

I called the creek after Mr.
Carmichael; and hoping it would contain good water lower down, decided to follow it, as it trended to the west.