We travelled for about six miles through a miserable undulating country of sand and scrub.

At noon we were abreast of a little sandy peak that was visible from our camp, and is a prominent feature hereabouts.

This peak Mr.Browne and I ascended, though very little to our gratification, for the view from it was as usual over a sea of scrub to whatever quarter we turned.

The peak itself was nothing more than a sandy eminence on which neither tree or shrub was growing, and the whole locality was so much in unison with it, that we called it "Mount Misery." After passing this hill, and forcing through some stunted brush, we debouched on open plains and got once more on the overland road, which was distinctly marked by a line of bright green grass, that was springing up in the furrows the drays had left.

This road took us to the edge of a precipitous embankment, from which we overlooked the river flowing beneath it.