After crossing the King Leopold Ranges we struck a level country, covered with rich, tall grass, and well though not thickly wooded.

The rough granite ranges, by the way, we found rich in alluvial and reef tin.

Gradually the girls grew stronger and brighter.

At this time they were, as you know, clad in their strange "sack" garments of bird-skins; but even before we reached the Ord River these began to shrink to such an extent that the wearers were eventually wrapped as in a vice, and were scarcely able to walk.

Yamba then made some make-shift garments out of opossum skins.
As the girls' spirits rose higher and higher I was assailed by other misgivings.