She also prophesied a rather bad time for us, as we should not be able to go ashore at night and replenish our stock of provisions.

Fortunately we had a sufficient supply with us on the catamaran to last at least two or three days longer.

The last time we landed Yamba had stocked an additional quantity of edible roots and smoked meats, and although we lost a considerable portion of these in shooting the rapids, there still remained enough for a few days' supply.
In consequence of the ever-increasing width of the river, I found it a difficult matter to keep in the channel where the current was, so I gave up the steering paddle to Yamba, who seemed instinctively to know what course to take.
On and on we went, until at length the whole country as far as the eye could reach was one vast sea, extending virtually to the horizon; its sluggish surface only broken by the tops of the submerged trees.

One day we sighted a number of little islets some distance ahead, and then we felt we must be nearing the mouth of the river.

The last day or two had been full of anxiety and inconvenience for us, for we had been simply drifting aimlessly on, without being able to land and stretch our cramped limbs or indulge in a comfortable sleep.