Mr.Smith and myself found that stopping in this way and getting cold rendered our limbs so stiff and painful when we walked on again that we could scarcely move; and I suspect that such was the case with the other men, for when we started again I could hardly get them along.

One man of the name of Stiles, who was a stout supporter of the new theory, made us stop for him nearly every five minutes.
THE BOWES RIVER.
After walking one mile we fortunately came to a very deep valley, having such steep limestone cliffs on each side that it assumed quite the character of a ravine: it was about a mile wide and in it was a watercourse winding through deep flats.

We however only found water in pools; the course of the stream was very tortuous and its mouth was almost blocked up by sandhills.

The valley itself was both picturesque and fertile, and the appearance of the country to the east and north-east was highly promising.

The stream I called the Bowes.
NATIVE RESTING-PLACE.