The 16th being Sunday, was a day of rest to us all, but one of excessive heat.

Mr.
Stuart had stationed himself in the bed of the creek, which sloped down on either side, and was partially shaded by gum-trees.

The remains of what must have been a fine pond of water occupied the centre, and although it was thick and muddy it was as nectar to myself and Joseph.

I was surprised and delighted to see that the creek had here so large a channel, and Flood, who had ridden down it a few miles, assured me that it promised very well.

During my absence he had shot at and wounded one of the new pigeons, which afterwards reached my house alive.
I had intended proceeding to the eastward on my return from the north, but was prevented by the total failure of water.