If the cow had got loose, we could not have prevented the camels clearing off.  I was never more gratified than at the appearance of the next morning’s dawn, as it enabled us to move away from this dreadful place.  It was impossible to travel through this region at night, even by moonlight; we should have lost our eyes upon the sticks and branches of the direful scrubs if we had attempted it, besides tearing our skin and clothes to pieces also.  Starting at earliest dawn, and traversing formidably steep and rolling waves of sand, we at length reached the foot of the mountain we had been striving for, in twenty-three miles, forty-five from Wynbring.  I could not help thinking it was the most desolate heap on the face of the earth, having no water or places that could hold it.  The elevation of this eminence was over 1000 feet above the surrounding country, and over 2000 feet above the sea.  The country visible from its summit was still enveloped in dense scrubs in every direction, except on a bearing a few degrees north of east, where some low ridges appeared.  I rode my horse Chester many miles over the wretched stony slopes at the foot of this mountain, and tied him up to trees while I walked to its summit, and into gullies and crevices innumerable, but no water rewarded my efforts, and it was very evident that what the old black fellow Wynbring Tommy, had said, about its being waterless was only too true.  After wasting several hours in a fruitless search for water, we left the wretched mount, and steered away for the ridges I had seen from its summit.  They appeared to be about forty-five miles away.  As it was so late in the day when we left the mountain, we got only seven miles from it when darkness again overtook us, and we had to encamp.

On the following day, the old horse Jimmy was riding completely gave in from the heat and thirst and fearful nature of the country we were traversing, having come only sixty-five miles from Wynbring.  We could neither lead, ride, nor drive him any farther.  We had given each horse some water from the supply the camels carried, when we reached the mountain, and likewise some on the previous night, as the heavy sandhills had so exhausted them, this horse having received more than the others.  Now he lay down and stretched out his limbs in the agony of thirst and exhaustion.  I was loth to shoot the poor old creature, and I also did not like the idea of leaving him to die slowly of thirst; but I thought perhaps if I left him, he might recover sufficiently to travel at night at his own pace, and thus return to Wynbring, although I also knew from former sad experience in Gibson’s Desert, that, like Badger and Darkie, it was more than probable he could never escape.  His saddle was hung in the fork of a sandal-wood-tree, not the sandal-wood of commerce, and leaving him stretched upon the burning sand, we moved away.  Of course he was never seen or heard of after.