We broke up our camp there on the 28th of October 1844, but, however easily Mr.Browne and I had crossed the plains to the north-west, it was a journey that I felt assured would try the bullocks exceedingly.

The weather had again changed, and become oppressively hot, so that it behoved me to use every precaution, in thus abandoning the Darling river.
At early dawn Mr.Browne started with Flood, Cowley, and Kirby, in the light cart, to enlarge the wells at Curnapaga, to enable the cattle to drink out of them.

Naturally humane and partial to the natives, he had been particularly kind to Toonda, who in his way was I believe really attached to Mr.Browne.This singular man had made up his mind to remain with his tribe, but when he saw the cart, and Mr.Browne's horse brought up, his feelings evidently overpowered him, and he stood with the most dejected aspect close to the animal, nor could he repress his emotion when Mr.Browne issued from the tents; if our route had been up the Darling, I have no doubt Toonda would still have accompanied us, but all the natives dreaded the country into which we were going, and fully expected that we should perish.

It was not therefore surprising that he wavered, more especially as he had been a long time absent from his people, and there might be objections to his leaving them a second time.
The real cause, however, was, I think, the overflowing of the Darling, and the usual harvest of fish, and incessant feasting the natives would have in consequence.

Their god certainly is their belly, we must not therefore be surprised that Toonda wished to partake of the general abundance that would soon be at the command of his tribe, and probably that his assistance was required.