Here Topar coolly cooked his dogs, and wholly demolished one of them and part of the other.

In wandering about the gorge of the glen, Mr.Browne found a native well, but there was no water in it.
Our camp at Cawndilla now bore S.S.E.from us, distant 70 odd miles, and having determined on moving the party, I resolved to make the best of my way back to it.

On the following morning, therefore, we again entered the pass, but as it trended too much to the eastward, I crossed a small range and descended at once upon the plains leading to the camp.

At about 17 miles from the hills, Topar led us to a broad sheet of water that must have been left by the recent rains.

It was still tolerably full, and water may perhaps be found here when there is none in more likely places in the hills.