The height was considerable, as mountains in this part of the world go, as it towered above the hill I was upon, and was 500 or 600 feet higher.

These mountains appear to be composed of a kind of conglomerate granite; very little timber existed upon them, but they were splendidly supplied with high, strong, coarse spinifex.

I slipped down a gully, fell into a hideous bunch of this horrid stuff, and got pricked from head to foot; the spiny points breaking off in my clothes and flesh caused me great annoyance and pain for many days after.

Many beautiful flowers grew on the hillsides, in gullies and ravines; of these I collected several.

We secured what horses we had, for the night, which was warm and sultry.
In the morning Robinson and I rode after the still missing ones; at the plain camp we found all except one, and by the time we returned it was night.
Not hobbling the horses in general, we had some difficulty in finding a pair of hobbles for each, and not being able to do so, I left one in the mob without.