The bed of the Finke is the most boggy creek-channel I have ever met.

As we had travelled several miles in the morning to the pillar, and camped eighteen beyond it, it was late in the afternoon when we encamped.

The country we passed over was mostly scrubby sandhills, covered with porcupine grass.

Where we struck the channel there was a long hole of brine.

There was plenty of good grass on the river flat; and we got some tolerably good water where we fixed our camp.