We lived mainly on shell-fish and sea-birds' eggs at this time, and altogether life became terribly wearisome and monotonous.

This, however, was mainly owing to my anxiety.
About a fortnight after leaving the mouth of the Roper River we came to a place which I now know to be Point Dale.

We then steered south into a beautiful landlocked passage which lies between the mainland and Elcho Island, and which at the time I took to be the little strait running between Albany Island and Cape York.

I steered south-west in consequence; and after a time, as I did not sight the points I was on the look-out for, I felt completely nonplused.

We landed on Elcho Island and spent a day or two there.