I sent Robinson away to the plain camp, feeling sure he would find the rover there.

A hot wind blew all day, the sand was flying about in all directions.

Robinson got the horse at last at the plain, and I took special care to find a pair of hobbles for him for this night at all events.

The flies were an intolerable nuisance, not that they were extraordinarily numerous, but so insufferably pertinacious.
I think the tropic fly of Australia the most abominable insect of its kind.

From the summit of the hill I ascended on Sunday, I found the line of mountains still ran on to the west, the furthest hills appeared fifty miles away.