Wandering about, pick in hand, one day I put up several turkeys from the grass surrounding some granite rocks, and shortly after found their watering-place, a nice little pool.  The next day whilst Luck prospected I returned to the pool with a gun, and, building a hide of bushes, waited all day.  Towards evening two fine emus came stalking along, and I shot one.  By the time I had him skinned and the legs cut off it was dark.  A most deceptive bird is an emu, for in reality he has but little meat on his body.  The legs, that is the thighs, are the only parts worth taking, so shouldering these I started for camp a couple of miles off.  It was pretty late when I got back, and found Luck ringing a camel-bell violently and frequently.  He had been a bit anxious at my long absence, and had taken a bell off one of the camels to guide me in case I was “bushed.”  A party of two is too small for a journey that takes them far from settlements for if anything happens to one, the other has little chance by himself.  The man left in camp does not know what to do—­if he goes far from home, there is the danger of the camp being robbed by natives, therefore he hesitates to go in search of his mate, who possibly is in sore need of help from an accident, or bushed, or speared—­so many things might happen.  If one broke a limb, as he easily might, what could his mate do?  Nothing.  If in waterless country he would have to leave him, or kill him, or die with him.

Though Luck and I were spared any catastrophes, we often thought of such things, and therefore felt anxious when either was away for long.

On the 22nd we were surprised at cutting a freshly made dray-track, along which it was clear that many had passed—­and the next day arrived at the Red Flag, an alluvial rush that had “set in” during our sojourn in the sand.  This came as a great surprise, as we had no idea that gold had been found so far afield.  This camp, some twelve miles North-East of Mount Margaret, consisted then of only forty or fifty men, though others were daily arriving.  These were the first white men we had seen for seven weeks, and they were greatly astonished to see us, when they learnt what direction we had come from.

Here were gathered together men from Coolgardie and Murchison, attracted by the tales of wealth brought by the first prospectors of the new rush.  Some of them had been longer away from civilisation than we had, and many arguments were held as to the correct date.  Of course I knew, because I kept a diary; but the Queen’s Birthday was celebrated by us on the wrong day after all, for I had given April thirty-one days!  We heard that hundreds had started for the rush, but this camp represented all who had persevered, the rest being scared at the distance.