This spot Topar called Wancookaroo; it was unfortunately in a hollow from whence we could take no bearings to fix its precise position.
We halted at sunset on the top of a small eminence, from which the hills Mr.Poole had ascended bore E.N.E., and the hill at the pass N.W.We were suddenly roused from our slumbers a little before daylight by a squall of wind that carried away every light thing about us, hats, caps, etc.

all went together, and bushes of atriplex also went bounding along like so many foot-balls.

The wind became piercing cold, and all comfort was gone.
As morning dawned the wind increased, and as the sun rose it settled into a steady gale.

We were here about forty miles from Cawndilla, nor do I remember having ever suffered so severely from cold even in Canada.

The wind fairly blew through and through us, and Topar shivered so under it that Morgan gave him a coat to put on.