The one figured is a male, which I obtained from one of the natives who followed us to the camp.
At this period of our journey the weather was exceedingly cold, and the winds high.

We were about 45 miles from Laidley's Ponds; but could not, from the most elevated point, catch a glimpse of the ranges in its neighbourhood.

It appeared to me that the river flats were getting smaller on both sides of it, the river still continuing to rise.

It was now pouring down a vast body of water into the Murray.

There was, however, an abundance of luxuriant pasture along its banks.