could discover, also to visit the Circus so as to report upon it.  Jimmy and I remained and erected some more woodwork—­that is to say, rails and uprights—­for the fort.  We walked over to re-inspect—­Jimmy had not seen them—­two glens and springs lying within a couple of miles to the east of us, the first being about three-quarters of a mile off.  I now named it Tyndall’s Springs.  Here a fine stream of running water descends much further down the channel than at any other spring in the range, though it spreads into no open sheets of water as at the depot; there was over a mile of running water.  The channel is thickly set with fine tall bulrushes.  There is a very fine shady clump of gum-trees here, close to the base of the range.  The next spring, about a mile farther east, I called Groener’s Springs; it had not such a strong flow of water, but the trees in the clump at the head of it were much larger and more numerous than at the last.  Some of the trees, as was the case at Fort McKellar, were of very considerable size.  Late at night Mr. Tietkens and Gibson returned, and reported that, although they had discovered a new rock-hole with seven or eight feet of water in it, it was utterly useless; for no horses could get within three-quarters of a mile of it, and they had been unable to water their horses, having had to do so at the Circus.  They said the water there was holding out well; but Gibson said it had diminished a good deal since he and I were there a week ago.  On the 19th April I told the party it was useless to delay longer, and that I had made up my mind to try what impression a hundred miles would make on the country to the west.  I had waited and waited for a change, not to say rain, and it seemed as far off as though the month were November, instead of April.  I might still keep on waiting, until every ounce of our now very limited supply of rations was gone.  We were now, and had been since Billy was killed, living entirely on smoked horse; we only had a few pounds of flour left, which I kept in case of sickness; the sugar was gone; only a few sticks of tobacco for Mr. Tietkens and Gibson—­Jimmy and I not smoking—­remained.  I had been disappointed at the Charlotte Waters at starting, by not being able to get my old horse, and had started from the Alberga, lacking him and the 200 pounds of flour he would have carried—­a deficiency which considerably shortened my intended supply.  A comparatively enormous quantity of flour had been lost by the continual rippings of bags in the scrubs farther south, and also a general loss in weight of nearly ten per cent., from continual handling of the bags, and evaporation.  We had supplemented our supplies in a measure at Fort Mueller and the Pass, with pigeons and wallabies, as long as our ammunition lasted, and now it was done.  When I made known my intention, Gibson immediately volunteered to accompany me, and complained of having previously been left so often and so long in the camp.  I much preferred Mr. Tietkens, as I felt sure the task we were about to undertake was no ordinary one, and I knew Mr. Tietkens was to be depended upon to the last under any circumstances, but, to please Gibson, he waived his right, and, though I said nothing, I was not at all pleased.