Travelling for twelve miles on this bearing, we struck the Finke again, running nearly north and south.
Here the river had a stony bed with a fine reach of water in it; so to-night at least our anxiety as regards the horses bogging is at an end.

The stream purling over its stony floor produces a most agreeable sound, such as I have not heard for many a day.

Here I might say, "Brightly the brook through the green leaflets, giddy with joyousness, dances along." Soon after we had unpacked and let go our horses, we were accosted by a native on the opposite side of the creek.

Our little dog became furious; then two natives appeared.

We made an attempt at a long conversation, but signally failed, for neither of us knew many of the words the other was saying.