The grass was good here, as a little flat, on which grew some yellow immortelles, had recently been burnt.

I allowed the horses to remain and drink up the balance of the water, while I went away to inspect some other gorges or gullies in the hills to the west of us, and see whether any more water could be found.

The day was cool and fine.
I climbed to the summit of a hill about 800 feet from its base.

The view was similar to yesterday's, except that I could now see these hills ran on west for twelve or fifteen miles, where the country was entirely covered with scrubs.

Little gullies, with an odd, and stunted, gum-tree here and there, were seen.