bad way, for we had travelled nearly one hundred miles
from the last water, and if this was dry we knew no
other that we could reach. However, we were not
going to cry before we were hurt and set to work to
dig out the soak, and in a short time were rewarded
by the sight of water trickling in on all sides, and,
by roughly timbering the sides, soon had a most serviceable
well—a state of affairs greatly appreciated
by Tommy and the camels. This spring or soakage,
whichever it may be, is in black sand, though the sand
outside the little basin is yellowish white.
From what I have heard and read of them it must be
something of the nature of what are called “black
soil springs.” Giles was right in his description
of its remarkable surroundings—unless we
had marched right into the oasis, we should perhaps
have missed it altogether, for it was unlikely that
Lindsay’s camel tracks would be visible except
where sheltered from the wind by the trees; and our
only instruments for navigation were a prismatic and
pocket compass, and a watch for rating our travel.
I was greatly pleased at such successful steering
for a first attempt of any distance, and Luck was as
pleased as I was, for to him I owed many useful hints.
Yet I was not blind to the fact that it was a wonderful
piece of luck to strike exactly a small spot of no
more than fifty acres in extent, hidden in the valleys
of the sandhills, from whose summits nothing could
be seen but similar mounds of white sand. Amongst
the white gum trees we found one marked with Lindsay’s
initials with date. Under this I nailed on a piece
of tin, on which I had stamped our names and date.
Probably the blacks have long since taken this down
and used it as an ornament. Another tree, a pine,
was marked W. Blake; who he was I do not know, unless
one of Lindsay’s party. Not far off was
a grave, more like that of a white man than of a native;
about its history, too, I am ignorant.
Numerous old native camps surrounded the water, and
many weapons, spears, waddies, and coolimans were
lying about. The camps had not been occupied
for some long time. In the scrub we came on a
cleared space, some eighty yards long and ten to twelve
feet wide. At each end were heaps of ashes, and
down the middle ran a well-beaten path, and a similar
one on either side not unlike an old dray track.
Evidently a corroboree ground of some kind. From
Luck I learnt that north of Eucla, where he had been
with a survey party, the natives used such grounds
in their initiation ceremonies. A youth on arriving
at a certain age may become a warrior, and is then
allowed to carry a shield and spear. Before he
can attain this honour he must submit to some very
horrible rites—which are best left undescribed.
Seizing each an arm of the victim, two stalwart “bucks”
(as the men are called) run him up and down the cleared
space until they are out of breath; then two more
take places, and up and down they go until at last
the boy is exhausted. This is the aboriginal method