It was exceedingly boggy, and we had to pass up along it for over two miles before we could find a place to cross to enable us to reach the main stream, now to the north of us.

I called this McMinn's Creek.
On reaching the Finke we encamped.

In the evening I ascended a mountain to the north-westward of us.

It was very rough, stony, and precipitous, and composed of red sandstone; its summit was some 800 feet above our camp.

It had little other vegetation upon it than huge plots of triodia, of the most beautiful and vivid green, and set with the most formidable spines.