At last the scrub ceased, and, over an open rise on the right side of Comet Creek, a range of blue mountains was discovered by my companion, promising a continuation of good country.

At this time a fine water-hole was at hand, and invited us to stop and make our luncheon on dried beef and a pot of tea.

Whilst I was preparing the tea, Brown went to shoot pigeons; and, whilst thus employed, he was surprised by the cooee of a Blackfellow; and, on looking round, he saw one on the opposite bank of the creek making signs to him, as if to ask in what direction we were going.

Brown pointed down the creek; the black then gave him to understand that he was going upward to join his wife.

We started about half-an-hour afterwards, and met with him, about two miles up the creek, with his wife, his daughter, and his son.