I would on no account allow this songster to be disturbed, and the consequence was that his rich note was the first thing heard at dawn of day, during the greater part of our residence in that neighbourhood.
We passed several native huts shortly after leaving the creek that were differently constructed from any we had seen.

They were all arched elliptically by bending the bough of a tree at a certain height from the ground, and resting the other end on a forked stick at the opposite side of the arch.

A thick layer of boughs was then put over the roof and back, on which there was also a thick coating of red clay, so that the hut was impervious to wind or heat.

These huts were of considerable size, and close to each there was a smaller one equally well made as the larger.
Both were left in perfect repair, and had apparently been swept prior to the departure of their inmates.
On the 8th we started at 5 a.m., and reached our destination (a place to which Mr.Poole had already been) at 11.

We crossed barren stony plains, having some undulating ground to our left, and the magnetic hill as well as another to the south of it shewed as thunder clouds above the horizon.
On our arrival at the creek we found about 30 fires of natives still burning, whom we must have frightened away.