Dick said, "What for,--white fellow always walk about--walk about in town--when he always rides in the bush ?" I said, "Oh, to do their business." "Business," he asked, "what's that ?" I said, "Why, to get money, to be sure." "Money," he said; "white fellow can't pick up money in the street." From the Peake we had only pack-horses and one little Scotch terrier dog.

Dick left us at Hann's Creek, thirty miles from the Peake.

On our road up, about halfway between the Peake and the Charlotte, we crossed and camped at a large creek which runs into the Finke, called the Alberga.

Here we met a few natives, who were friendly enough, but who were known to be great thieves, having stolen things from several bullock drays, and committed other robberies; so we had to keep a sharp look out upon them and their actions.

One of their number, a young man, could speak English pretty well, and could actually sing some songs.