Early on the morning of the 5th, I sent Flood with Lewis and Sullivan, having the cart full of water, to preserve a certain course until I should overtake them, being myself detained in camp with Mr.
Browne, in consequence of the arrival of several natives from whom we hoped to glean some information; but in this we were disappointed.

Toonda had continued with us as far as "Parnari;" but on our moving up higher into the hills, his heart failed him, and he returned to Cawndilla.
At eleven, Mr.Browne and I took leave of Mr.Poole, and pursuing a course of 140 degrees to the west of south, rode on to overtake the cart.
At about four miles from the camp we crossed a small ironstone range, from which we saw Flood and his party nearly at the foot of the hill on which I had directed him to move, and at which I intended to cross the ranges if the place was favourable.

In this, however, we were disappointed, for the hills were too rugged, although of no great breadth or height.

We were consequently obliged to turn to the south, and in going over the rough uneven ground, had the misfortune to burst our tank.
I therefore desired Lewis to stop, and gave the horses as much water as they would drink, still leaving a considerable quantity in the tank, of which I hoped we might yet avail ourselves.

Although we had found it impracticable to cross the ranges at the proposed point, Mr.Browne and I had managed to scramble up the most elevated part of them.