I therefore turned on a course of 12 degrees to the north of east for the muddy water we had passed two days before, and halted there about an hour after sunset, having journeyed 42 miles.

We fell into our tracks going out about four miles before we halted, and were surprised to observe that a solitary native had been running them down.

On riding a little further however, we noticed several tracks of different sizes, as if a family of natives had been crossing the country to the north-west.

It is more than probable that their water having failed in the hills, they were on their way to some other place where they had a well.
Although we had ourselves been without water for two days, the mud in the creek was so thick that I could not swallow it, and was really astonished how Mr.Browne managed to drink a pint of it made into tea.

It absolutely fell over the cup of the panakin like thick cream, and stuck to the horses' noses like pipe-clay.