The creek seemed to trend to the S.W., and in that direction I determined to follow it, but Topar earnestly entreated us not to do so.

He was in great consternation; said here was no water, and promised that if we would follow him he would shew us water in which we could swim.

On this condition I turned as he desired, and keeping along the western base of the main or front range, took up a course somewhat obtuse to that by which I had crossed the plains of Cawndilla.

The productions on the ground were of a salsolaceous kind, although it was so much elevated above the plains, but amongst them there was not any mesembryanthemum.

At about three miles we passed a very remarkable and perfectly isolated hill, of about 150 feet in height.