I could not help, as I gazed on this remarkable scene, calling to mind the marvellous elephant cemetery described by Sinbad the Sailor.

It is possible that the observation of some similar phenomenon may have suggested to the imagination of the authors of the Thousand and One Nights their romantic fiction.

At any rate an air of mystery will always hang round Turtle Point until the facts I have mentioned shall have been explained.
(*Footnote.

A specimen of one of them was brought away and deposited in the Museum at Sydney.) The nature of this part of the country I have before described on my visit to Indian Hill.

A ridge of breakers ran off north a couple of miles from our station; a low point, bearing West 16 degrees South about eight or nine miles, with an opening trending in south intervening, with some slightly elevated land bearing South 34 degrees West about four or five leagues, terminated our view to the westward.