whilst others did not feel themselves justified in assisting a man who they considered was setting out with an intention of committing suicide.  I was not, however, blind as to the difficulties of the journey which I was determined to undertake; on the contrary, and I hope my readers will believe me to be sincere, I thought they would be many and great—­greater indeed than they eventually proved to be; but, during my recent excursions through the Squatting districts, I had so accustomed myself to a comparatively wild life, and had so closely observed the habits of the aborigines, that I felt assured that the only real difficulties which I could meet with would be of a local character.  And I was satisfied that, by cautiously proceeding, and always reconnoitring in advance or on either side of our course, I should be able to conduct my party through a grassy and well watered route; and, if I were so fortunate as to effect this, I felt assured that the journey, once commenced, would be finished only by our arrival at Port Essington.  Buoyed up by this feeling, and by confidence in myself, I prevailed against the solicitations and arguments of my friends, and commenced my preparations, which, so far as my own slender means and the contributions of kind friends allowed, were rather hurriedly completed by the 13th August, 1844.

As our movements were to be comparatively in light marching order, our preparations were confined more to such provisions and stores as were actually necessary, than to anything else.  But I had frequently reason to regret that I was not better furnished with instruments, particularly Barometers, or a boiling water apparatus, to ascertain the elevation of the country and ranges we had to travel over.  The only instruments which I carried, were a Sextant and Artificial Horizon, a Chronometer, a hand Kater’s Compass, a small Thermometer, and Arrowsmith’s Map of the Continent of New Holland.

In arranging the plan of my journey I had limited my party to six individuals; and although many young men volunteered their services, I was obliged to decline their offers, and confine myself to the stated number, as it was intimately connected with the principles and the means on which I started.

On leaving Sydney, my companions consisted of Mr. James Calvert; Mr. John Roper; John Murphy, a lad of about 16 years old:  of William Phillips, a prisoner of the Crown; and of “Harry Brown,” an aboriginal of the Newcastle tribe:  making with myself six individuals.

We left Sydney, on the night of the 13th August, for Moreton Bay, in the steamer “Sovereign,” Captain Cape; and I have much pleasure in recording and thankfully acknowledging the liberality and disinterested kindness of the Hunter’s River Steam Navigation Company, in allowing me a free passage for my party with our luggage and thirteen horses.  The passage was unusually long, and, instead of arriving at Brisbane in three days, we were at sea a week, so that my horses