I named it Christopher's Pinnacle, after a namesake of mine.

The range behind it I named Chandler's Range.

For some miles we had seen very little porcupine grass, but here we came into it again, to the manifest disgust of our horses.

We had now a line of hills on our right, with the river on our left hand, and in six or seven miles came to the west end of Chandler's Range, and could see to the north and north-west another, and much higher the line running parallel to Chandler's Range, but extending to the west as far as I could see.

The country hereabouts has been nearly all burnt by the natives, and the horses endeavour to pick roads where the dreaded triodia has been destroyed.
We passed a few clumps of casuarinas and a few stunted trees with broad, poplar-like leaves.