Both Mr.Poole and Mr.Browne were better, and the men generally complained less than they had done.

On Sunday, the 12th, we had thunder with oppressive heat, but no rain.

On Monday the wind, which had kept with the regularity of a monsoon to the E.S.E., flew round to the N.W., the thermometer at noon standing at 108 degrees in the shade.
From the period at which we left Flood's Creek we had not seen any hills to the eastward, the ranges having terminated on that side.

The hills we had passed were detached from each other, and to the westward of our course.

The fall of the creek on which we were at this time encamped was consequently to the eastward, but there was a small hill about five miles to the E.N.E., under which it ran; that hill was the southern extremity of the ranges Mr.Poole and Mr.Browne had lately visited.
I left the camp on the 14th of the month, in the anxious hope that I should succeed in finding some place of more permanent safety than the one we then occupied, for we could almost see the water decrease, so powerful was the evaporation that was going on.