As they had informed us, the absent native made his appearance at sunset, but his bag was very light, so we once more gave them all our mutton; he proved to be the man Mr.Browne chased on the sand hills, the strongest native we had seen; he wanted the front tooth, but was not circumcised.
In the evening we had a thunder storm, but could have counted the drops of rain that fell, notwithstanding the thunder was loud and the lightning vivid.

We returned to the Depot on the 13th, and on crossing the plain Mr.Browne had well nigh captured a jerboa, which sprang from under my horse's legs, but managed to elude him, and popped into a little hole before he could approach sufficiently near to strike at it.

On reaching the tents we had the mortification to find Mr.Poole still worse, but I attributed his relapse in some measure to a depression of spirits.

The old man who had come to the camp the day before we left it, was still there, and had apparently taken up his quarters between the cart and my tent.

During our absence the men had shewn him all the wonders of the camp, and he in his turn had strongly excited their anticipations, by what he had told them.
He appeared to be quite aware of the use of the boat, intimating that it was turned upside down, and pointed to the N.W.as the quarter in which we should use her.