his course, but was unsuccessful in finding the slightest trace of the unfortunate man.  What thoughts must pass in his mind.  Not a probability of ever again seeing anyone of his own colour.  Possibly destroyed by the natives whose fires are to be seen daily, although they don’t make their appearance—­never again to see his home nor his friends; it must be awful for the poor man.  Dusk now setting in I have better hopes of his recovery as neither of the three horsemen have made their appearance.  Just at dark up rides Middleton with the joyous intelligence that man and sheep are found, Palmer staying behind to push on and overtake Bell and Kirby with the sheep on our track here, and Middleton took a more direct route here to give information of the good news, at which all of us were glad and thankful.  About 11 p.m. horsemen, Kirby, and sheep arrived safe, and I was truly grateful for the deliverance.  The poor man says he never expected to see us again.  Bell fortunately picked him up within three miles of our last camp; he was then, after having been considerably south, and now completely bewildered and thinking he had missed the camp while travelling in the dark, steering a north-west course, and in ten minutes longer would have been on our track for this place.  Middleton and Palmer had traced him throughout; and as they found they were drawing near our track Palmer went to the track to see if anything was to be seen of him there, and called out to Middleton that they were found, and gone towards home on the tracks, when Middleton immediately started with the information, leaving Palmer to follow and overtake and assist them to camp with the sheep.  The man Kirby on arrival was completely worn out, not for want of food but with a troubled mind and want of sleep.  He had killed a sheep the second night after leaving last camp and had with him a small portion for his use.  How thankful he must have been to see Bell!

Sunday, April 20.

Very cold morning.  Kirby sleeping and recruiting himself.  The meat drying; in consequence of the last detention it has put us far back from where we otherwise would have been, and the course appears pretty open to us now.

Monday, April 21.

No dew last night, still the meat is unfit to pack, will have to give it today still, and then will make a start in the morning.  A splendid large creek flows west of south over the fall of water, and at fifteen to sixteen miles from this there is abundance of water in it, and must increase wonderfully as it goes southward and receives its various tributaries.  I have called it the Hamilton after G. Hamilton, Esquire, Inspector of Police, Adelaide.  The one flowing south from our last camp (39) I have called the Warburton, after the Commissioner of Police, P.E.  Warburton, Esquire, of Adelaide.  The range between the two going south I have called Crozier’s Range after John Crozier, Esquire, Murray River.  The ranges west side of the Hamilton going southward I have called