At the White Hut, Mr.Browne, who had left me at Gawler Town, to see his sister at Lyndoch Valley, rejoined me; and at a short distance beyond it, we overtook the party in its slow but certain progress towards the river.

At the Dust Hole, another deserted sheep station on the eastern slope of the mountains, I learnt that Flood, an old and faithful follower of mine, whom I had added to the strength of the expedition at the eleventh hour, was at the station.

He was one of the most experienced stockmen in the colonies, and intimately acquainted with the country.

I had sent him to receive over 200 sheep I had purchased from Mr.Dutton, which I proposed taking with me instead of salt meat.

He had got to the Dust Hole in safety with his flock, and was feeding them on the hills when I passed.
The experiment I was about to make with these animals was one of some risk; but I felt assured, that under good management, they would be of great advantage.