We fixed up our tent and retired for the night, the wind blowing furiously, as might reasonably be expected, for it was the eve of the vernal equinox, and this I supposed was our share of the equinoctial gales.

We were compelled in the morning to remove the camp, as we had not a drop of water, and unless it descended in sheets the country could not hold it, being all pure red sand.

The hill near us had no rocky ledges to catch water, so we made off for the higher mountains for which we were steering yesterday.

Their nearest or most eastern point was not more than four miles away, and we went first to it.

I walked on ahead of the horses with the shovel, to a small gully I saw with the glasses, having some few eucalypts growing in it.