On looking back towards the plains we now saw them flashing in the light of waters, and I regretted that we had been forced to retreat before the rains set in.
However, seeing that the country was now in a fitter state to travel over, I determined on returning with all speed, to give Mr.Poole an opportunity to pass to the point where I had been, whilst I should move the party over the hills.

We struck across the ranges, direct for the rocky gully, from the last hill we ascended, and rode past some very romantic scenery, but I had not time to make any sketch of it.

Flood and Morgan had already arrived in the glen, and tethered out the horses in some long grass.

At this place we were about 38 miles distant from the camp; but, as the cart could not travel so far in one day, I directed the men to bring it up, and on the morning of the 18th left them for the camp, with Mr.Browne, where we arrived at sunset.

But little rain had fallen during the day, still it was easy to foretell that it had not ceased.