In this forest the temperature was quite different from that on the plains, and as we advanced it became perfectly oppressive.

At about 15 miles we ascended a small clear sandy knoll, from whence we had a full view of Mount Lyell.

I had expected that we should have found some creek near it, but the moment my eye fell on that naked and desolate mountain my hopes vanished.

We had now approached it within five miles, and could discover its barren character.

Although of great height (2000 feet), there did not appear to be a blade of vegetation, excepting on the summit, where there were a few casuarinae, but the pines grew high up in its rugged ravines, and the brush continued even to its base.