We no longer heard the discordant shriek of the parrots, or the hoarse croaking note of the bittern.

They all passed away simultaneously in a single day; the line of migration being directly to the N.W., from which quarter we had small flights of ducks and pelicans.
On the 5th of March I sent Mr.Browne to the S.W., to a small creek similar to that in the Rocky Glen and in the same range, in the hope that as we had seen fires in that direction he might fall in with the natives, but he was unsuccessful.
On the 6th I sent Flood to the eastward to see if he could recover the channel of the main creek on the other side of the plain on which Mr.
Poole had lost it; he returned the following day, with information that at 25 miles from the Depot he had recovered it, and found more water than he could have supposed.

The day of Flood's return was exceedingly hot and close, and in the evening we had distant thunder, but no rain.
In consequence of his report, I now determined on a journey to the eastward to ascertain the character of the country between us and the Darling, and left the camp with this intention on the 12th instant.

I should have started earlier than that day had not Mr.Poole's illness prevented me, but as he rallied, I proceeded on my excursion, accompanied by Mr.Browne, Flood, and another of the men.

We observed several puddles near our old camp on the main creek as we rode away, so that rain must have fallen there though not at the Depot.