CHAPTER IV

WE ENTER THE DESERT

Our position was in lat. 28 degrees 35 minutes, long. 120 degrees

57 minutes, and from this point I started to map the country as we went.

We left here on July 23rd steering a general N.E. by E. course, my

intention being to strike Mount Allott and Mount Worsnop, on Forrest's

route of 1874--two very noticeable hills, 280 miles distant. I chose these

for the double reason that by hitting them off correctly, as I hoped to

do, I should not only give confidence to my companions, but have the

opportunity of comparing my amateur work with that of a trained surveyor.

Our course would clear the southern end of Lake Wells with which I had no

desire to become entangled; and by so avoiding it I should cross a piece

of country hitherto untraversed.

Our way lay across a rough range of bare diorite hills, whose stony slopes

and steep gullies were not appreciated by the camels. Beyond the hills

flat mulga-clad country extended for several days' march, only broken by

the occurrence of low cliffs or terraces of sandstone. These are of

peculiar formation, running sometimes for five or six miles without a

break; abrupt, on one side, and perhaps fifty feet high, with broken

boulders strewn about the foot of the cliff from which jut out occasional

buttresses. It takes some time to find a break in the cliffs, or a gully,

up which one can pass. Once on the top, trouble is over, for the summit is

flat though often covered with dense scrub; from it a gradual slope takes

one presently down to the same level as the foot of the cliffs. Occasional

pines find a footing on the face of the rocks--how they manage to grow or

get moisture is hard to tell--showing up fresh and green against the dull

grey background of rock. Round the foot of the cliffs a small plain of

saltbush is usually found, through which numerous small creeks and

watercourses wind their way into the scrub beyond. In any one of these,

as we saw them, water could be obtained by sinking in the gravelly bed.

From the summit of the cliffs, which is often perforated by caves and

holes opening on to the sheer face, square bluffs and walls can be seen,

standing up above the sea of scrub, each exactly like its neighbour, and

itself when again seen from another point. Doubtless the numberless creeks

join and form one larger creek probably running South, as the general

trend of the country is in that direction.

We were getting well into the swing of things now, for at first there is

always some trouble in the distribution of the loads and in loading up and

unloading. On camping at night the camels were always put down in a

circle, as near as might be. All top-loading was taken off and placed near

the centre; the side loads placed one on either side of the camel, and the

saddle by his tail. Thus everything, instead of being scattered about in a

long line, was handy, and easily reloaded the next morning. At this time,

when the packs were heavy, it took us thirty minutes from the time Breaden

and Warri brought the camels in to the time we were ready to start;

Breaden, Charlie, Warri, and I loading, whilst Godfrey, who acted as cook,

got his pots and pans together and packed the "tucker-bags." There is

little of interest in this scrub; an occasional plant perhaps attracts

one's attention. Here and there a vine-like creeper (an Asclepiad) trails

upon the ground. With the fruits of this, commonly called cotton-pods,

the black-fellows vary their diet of grubs and the very rare emu or

kangaroo. The skin, the edible part, is soft, thick, and juicy, and has

quite a nice sweet taste. The blacks eat them raw or roasted in

wood-ashes. The seeds are of a golden yellow, and are joined on to a silky

fibrous core. When bruised the pod exudes a white, milky juice.

Numerous large spiders inhabit the scrubs and build their webs from tree

to tree; wonderfully strong they are too, and so frequent as to become a

nuisance to whoever is walking first. It is quite unpleasant when one's

eyes are fixed on the compass, to find, on looking up, that one's hat has

swept off a great web, whose owner runs over one, furious at unprovoked

assault. Though I got the full benefit of these insects, I was never

bitten; they may or may not be poisonous, but look deadly enough, being

from one to four inches from toe to toe. The scrubs for the most part are

thick and without a break for many miles. Sometimes open country is met

with--not always a welcome change.

July 26th the thickets became more and more open until we came across a

narrow salt-lake; by leading each camel separately we reached the other

side without mishap, and congratulated ourselves on our good fortune,

until the next morning when we found that our camp had been on an island;

and the lake stretched North and South as far as the eye could reach,

until lake and sky became one in a shimmering mirage. I think it probable

that this lake joins the Eastern portion of Lake Darlot, which lies to the

N.N.W., and connects with the narrow lake seen by Luck and myself in 1894,

to the S.S.E. Whatever its extent there was no doubt about its nature;

from 8.30 until 1.30 we were occupied in hauling, digging out, and

dragging our camels, and in humping on our backs some 5,000 lbs. weight of

packs, across a channel not half a mile wide. Camels vary very much in

their ability to cross bogs. Those which take small steps succeed best;

the majority take steps of ordinary length and, in consequence, their hind

feet slide into the hole left by the fore, and in an instant they are

pinned by the hind leg up to the haunch. Kruger was splendid, and simply

went through by main force, though he eventually sank close to the shore.

I had carried over some of the loading, amongst it my camera, and was

just in time to take a snapshot as he was sinking. Shiddi, the cunning old

rogue, could not be persuaded across; he would try the ground with one

foot and then draw back like a timid bather. We left him roaring to his

mates and yet afraid to join them, until we were ready to start again. As

soon as he saw the caravan disappear over the sandhill which abutted on

the lake, he took a desperate plunge and came through with ease.

The shores of the lake, as usual, were covered with samphire, having

something the appearance of heather. At this season the plant is soft and

juicy, and, though salt, makes capital feed for camels. In the summer it

withers up to dry sticks and has no moisture. Once out of sight of the

lake we were disgusted at coming into a belt of flat spinifex country,

and were afraid that already we had reached the confines of the desert,

more especially since in 1894 I had placed its edge in that longitude.

However, we were agreeably disappointed, for after a few miles the

spinifex ceased, and on penetrating a dense thicket we debouched on a fine

grassy flat. In the centre ran a line of large white gums (Creek gums,

EUCALYPTUS ROSTRATA), the sure sign of a creek. We were not mistaken, for

down the avenue a watercourse wound its way. The gravelly bed was quite

dry. Climbing a tree, from which to follow with my glasses the course of

the creek, I could see some hills to the northward; in them the creek

evidently rose. Whilst I was climbing, Breaden amused himself by breaking

off pieces of the small roots of the gums which the creek had washed here.

By breaking these quite an appreciable amount of moisture could be got,

enough to save a man's life. But I fancy that these roots only hold water

after rain, and that when they are water-bearing, pools also are to be

found in the creeks. Numerous emu and turkey tracks led up the

watercourse, but, though seeing several emu, we were unable to get a shot.

Following the creek upwards, for near the head one is likely to find rocky

pools, we soon came on a nice waterhole and made camp. I traced the creek

to its source in the evening and found the hills to be granite, and

discovered one deep pool in the solid rock under a steep step in the creek

bed. Along the banks herbage and green stuff were growing in profusion.

Our beasts were content to feed amicably together, and with the exception

of a sly bite no longer showed signs of ill-feeling. We were thankful

indeed to see them "off season." Here we gave them a good drink and filled

our casks and neckbags, carrying in all sixty-two gallons. We had been so

well off for water up to this point, that we had hopes that the rain had

penetrated inland.

Leaving the creek on July 29th we again entered the scrub, finding it

lower and more open, the ground covered with occasional patches of grass

and a little squashy plant straggling along the ground--"Pigweed" is the

local name; it belongs, I believe, to the "portulacaceae." It is eaten by

the blacks, and would make excellent feed for stock were it higher from

the ground.

This day we saw the last auriferous country we were to meet with until

Kimberley was reached. These hills, of diorite, with occasional blows of

ironstone, I take to be a continuation the Neckersgat Range (Wells, 1892).

Many traces of prospectors were visible here--the last to be seen for

many a day--shallow dry-blowing holes and little heaps of sieved dirt,

and the tracks of camels and horses. This was a piece of country worth

trying, had we not had other objects in view.

Two rather curious ironstone dykes, standing square and wall-like above

the ground, occur in these hills, some seven miles apart, running nearly

North and South and parallel; between them a deep but narrow creek, a

saltbush flat, and a ridge of diorite. Standing out prominently to the

south of the first dyke are two sugar-loaf hills, and, beyond them,

distant ranges are visible. Leaving the range the country to the East

underwent a distinct change for the worse; and midday of July 31st found

us on the borders of an unmistakable desert, the North-West corner of the

Great Victoria Desert. We had so far travelled 110 miles from Cutmore's

Well, only some 250 in a direct line from Coolgardie and were already in

the desert! Wilderness perhaps would be a better name for this part; for

the sand now flat, now blown into dunes, is not bare, but overgrown by the

hateful spinifex and timbered pretty thickly with desert gums (EUCALYPTUS

EUDESMOIDES) and low acacia bushes.

I am told that the term "spinifex," though generally employed by those

who have the pleasure of the acquaintance of the plant, is wrongly used.

I do not know its right name, and have seen it described as "Spinifex,"

"Porcupine Grass," "TRIODIA," "TRIODIA PUNGENS," and "FESTUCA IRRITANS."

Why such a wretched, useless plant should have so many names I

cannot say. So often am I bound to refer to it that I might vary the

monotony by using each in turn. However, I will stick to the term I have

always heard used. "Spinifex" grows in round, isolated hummocks, one to

three feet high; these hummocks are a dense mass of needle-like prickles,

and from them grow tall blades of very coarse grass to a height of

sometimes six feet. Occasionally the hummocks are not round or isolated,

but grow in crescent form or almost complete rings, sometimes there is no

top growth--however it grows it is most accursed vegetation to walk

through, both for men and camels. Whatever form it takes it seems to be

so arranged that it cannot be stepped over or circumvented--one must in

consequence walk through it and be pricked, unpleasantly. Camels and

horses suffer rather severely sometimes, the constant pricking causing

sores on their legs. So long, however, as a camel does not drag his hind

legs he will be no worse treated than by having all the hair worn off his

shins. The side of the foot is an easily affected spot, and a raw there,

gives them great pain and is hard to cure.

There are two varieties of spinifex known to bushmen--"spinifex" and

"buck" (or "old man") spinifex. The latter is stronger in the prickle

and practically impossible to get through, though it may be avoided by

twists and turns. There are a few uses for this horrible plant; for

example, it forms a shelter and its roots make food for the kangaroo, or

spinifex, rat, from its spikes the natives (in the northern districts)

make a very serviceable gum, it burns freely, serves in a measure to bind

the sand and protect it from being moved by the wind, and makes a good

mattress when dug up and turned over. I should advise no one to try and

sleep on the plant as it grows, for "He who sitteth on a thistle riseth

up quickly." But the thistle has one advantage, viz., that it does not

leave its points in its victim's flesh. In Northern Australia spinifex is

in seed for three weeks, and when in this state, forms most excellent

feed for horses, and fattens almost as quickly as oats; for the rest of

the year it is useless.

I can imagine any one, on being suddenly placed on rising ground with a

vast plain of waving spinifex spreading before him--a plain relieved

occasionally by the stately desert oak, solemn, white, and

mysterious--saying, "Ah! what a charming view--how beautiful that rolling

plain of grass! its level surface broken by that bold sandhill, fiery-red

in the blaze of sun!" But when day after day, week after week, and month

after month must be passed always surrounded by the hateful plant, one's

sense of the picturesque becomes sadly blunted.

This was our first introduction to the desert and, though a little

monotonous, it seemed quite pleasant, and indeed was so, when compared

to the heartrending country met with later in our journey.

The sand has been formed (blown, I suppose) into irregular ridges,

running more or less parallel, but in no one fixed direction. From the

edge of the desert to Mount Worsnop, a distance of nearly two hundred

miles in a straight line, the country presented the same appearance.

First a belt, eight to ten miles wide, of sand-ridges from thirty to

fifty feet high, with a general direction of E. by S. and W. by N.; then

a broad sand-flat of equal breadth, either timbered with desert gums, or

open and covered with spinifex breast-high, looking in the distance like

a field of ripe corn; next another series of ridges with a S.E. and N.W.

direction; then, with startling suddenness, a small oasis, enclosed or

nearly surrounded by sheer broken cliffs of desert sandstone, from which

little creeks run out into the sand, winding their way for a mile or two

between the ridges. Dry watercourses these, except immediately after

rain; in their beds are found native wells five to ten feet in depth,

sometimes holding water; on their banks, round the foot of the cliffs,

and on the flat where the creeks merge into the sand, grows long

grass--kangaroo-grass--and, in the winter magnificent herbage. Next we

find a dense thicket, and, this passed, we come again to open plains. And

thus sand-ridges now E. and W., now S.E. and N.W., now S.W. and N.E. (as

in the vicinity of Empress Spring), and now sandhills heaped up without

regularity, alternate with mulga thickets, open plains of spinifex, and

flat, timbered country. The most noticeable vegetation is of course

spinifex; as well as that, however, are several shrubs which form good

camel feed, such as ACACIA SALICINA, with its pretty, scented flower like

a little golden powder-puff; the quondong (FUSANUS ACUMINATUS), or

"native peach tree," a graceful little black-stemmed tree, against whose

fresh, green leaves the fruit, about the size of a cherry and of a

brilliant red, shows out with appetising clearness. Alas! it is a fraud

and delusion, for the stone forms more than three-quarters of the fruit,

leaving only a rather tasteless thick skin, which is invariably perforated

by small worms.

Dotted over the open plains the native poplar (CODONOCARPUS) stands

sentry, its head, top-heavy from the mass of seeds, drooping gracefully

to the setting sun; the prevalent wind at the present day would seem to

be from the E.N.E. Here, too, an occasional grass tree or "black-boy"

may be seen, and at intervals little clumps of what is locally termed

"mustard bush," so named from the strong flavour of the leaf; camels eat

this with voracity, of which fact one becomes very sensible when they

chew their cuds.

This description hardly suits a "desert"; yet, in spite of the trees and

shrubs, it is one to all intent. All is sand, and throughout the region

no water is to be found, unless immediately after rain in the little

creeks, or in some hidden rock-hole. Even a heavy storm of rain would

leave no signs in such country; half an hour after the fall no water

would be seen, except on the rocky ground, which only occurs at very

long intervals. The greedy sand soaks up every drop of water, and from

the sand the trees derive their moisture. The winter rain causes such a

growth of herbage around the cliffs and on the sandhills--to die, alas!

in a few weeks' time--that one is inclined to wonder if by means of bores

this wilderness will be made of use to man. What artesian bores have done

for parts of Queensland and Algeria they may in the distant future do for

this, at present useless, interior, where all is still, and the desert

silence unbroken by any animal life, excepting always the ubiquitous

spinifex rat. A pretty little fellow this, as he hops along on his long

hind legs, bounding over the prickly stools like an animated football

with a tail. As he jumps, he hangs one forepaw by his side, while the

other is stretched out with the little hand dangling as if the wrist were

broken. Everything must be spoken of comparatively in this country; thus

the ubiquitous rat may be seen, at the most, a dozen times in a day's

march; an oasis may measure no more than thirty yards across; a creek is

dry, and may be only half a mile long and a few feet broad; a high range

may stand three to four hundred feet above the surrounding country, seldom

more; and "good feed" may mean that the camels find something to eat

instead of being tied down without a bite.

For instance, to continue our journey, on August 1st we have "...the

same miserable country until the evening, when a sudden change brings us

into a little oasis enclosed by cliffs, a small creek running through it.

Here we made camp, the camels enjoying a great patch of feed--could find

no water--saw several small quails--a number of grasshoppers and little

bees--flies of course in abundance. Lat. 27 degrees 40 minutes, long. 122

degrees 54 minutes. Cloudy night."

The next day we sighted a big range to the East across a deep valley, and

a broken table-top range to the North. Following down the little creek we

came on a shallow native well, quite dry; crossing the grassy flat in

which it was dug, winding through a thicket, we again reached open sand.

Here we saw for the first time since leaving Coolgardie the tracks of

wild aboriginals, and the first tracks of blacks, either wild or tame,

since leaving Cutmore's Well. Evidently this part of the world is not

overpopulated. Since everything pointed to the rain having been general,

since the tracks were leading in a direction nearly opposite to our own,

and since at the time we had water enough, we did not waste time in

following them up.

That night we were forced to camp on a barren spot, and tied the camels

down foodless; one night without feed does them no harm--less harm than if

they wandered miles in their hobbles looking for it. The weather was now

distinctly hot, unpleasant and stuffy, as if about to thunder; but the

nights were still cold. At midday we saw two fine quondong trees; how the

camels devoured them, leaves, fruit, stones and all! Emus swallow the

stones without inconvenience; apparently a camel has an equally convenient

interior, but he brings them up again in his cud and drops them out of his

mouth as his jaws move from side to side.

Amongst some broken rocks this day, Breaden found a dingo camped in a

cave with a litter of pups. Had we been returning instead of only just

starting on our travels, I should certainly have secured one--not, I

expect, without some trouble, for the mother showed signs of fierce

hostility when Breaden looked into her lair. There were no traces of

water anywhere near, and I have no doubt that the mother, having found a

suitable spot for her expected family, would think nothing of travelling

many miles for her daily drink. Near the rocks I noticed a little

blue-flowered plant with the leaf and scent of the geranium.

The appearance of the country now soon began to get less fresh, and

drier, and all the next two days we were crossing sandhills, the only

variety being afforded by Valerie. She had lately made it evident that

she would soon follow the example of the lady dingo. Though I had

frequently tried to make her ride on one of the packs, she preferred to

trot along at the heels of Czar, receiving from him occasional kicks if

by chance she touched him, which did not tend to improve the pups so soon

to see the light. Tying her on was no better; she only struggled and

nearly hanged herself. She had therefore to walk as she desired. Having

made camp, and unrolled our blankets ready to turn into them when the

time came, Breaden and I experimented on numerous mallee-roots which we

dug up, but in every case failed to find any appreciable moisture, On

returning to camp we found our party had been increased by one--a large

pup which Val had deposited in her master's blankets. It was dead, which

was fortunate, as we could hardly have kept it, and would not have liked

to destroy the little animal, born in such unusual surroundings.

No change occurred in the country the next day, but the march was saved

from its usual monotony by Warri finding two mallee-hens' nests.

Unluckily they had no eggs, though the birds' tracks were fresh and

numerous. These nests are hollowed out in the sand, to a depth of perhaps

two and a half feet, conical shaped, with a mouth some three feet in

diameter; the sand from the centre is scraped up into a ring round the

mouth. Several birds help in this operation, and when finished lay their

eggs on a layer of leaves at the bottom; they then fill in the hole to

the surface with small twigs and more leaves. Presumably the eggs are

hatched by spontaneous heat, the green twigs and leaves producing a

slightly moist warmth, similar to that of the bird's feathers. I have

seen numbers of these nests, never with eggs in, but often with the

shells from recently hatched birds lying about. How the little ones force

their way through the sticks I do not understand, but Warri and many

others who have found the eggs assure me that they do so.

Towards evening we neared a prominent bluff that we had sighted the day

before, and got a further insight into the habits of the wild dog. A

dingo--a female, and possibly our friend with the pups--had followed us

persistently all day. Godfrey, who was walking behind the camels, opened

the acquaintance by practising his revolver-shooting upon her. His poor

aim seemed to give her confidence, and before long she started to play

with Val. By nightfall we had petted and fed her out of our hands, and

given her a small drop of water from our fast diminishing supply--this at

the earnest request of Godfrey, who offered to give her some of his

share; and indeed it seemed rather cruel to refuse a poor famished beast

that had come to us in her distress. We all agreed how nice it was to have

won the affections of a real wild dog. By daybreak our feelings of love

had somewhat abated, as our friend prowled about all night, poking her

nose into pots and pans, chewing saddles, pack-bags, straps, and even our

blankets as we lay in them, and cared no more for blows than for the

violent oaths that were wasted upon her. This strange creature accompanied

us for two more days, trotting along ahead of the camels, with an

occasional look behind to see if she was on the right course, and then

falling at full length in the shade of some bush with her head on her

paws, waiting for us to pass. Eventually my irritability got the better

of my indulgence, and a shrewd whack over the nose put an end to our

acquaintanceship.

Near the bluff were many low, stony hills, with the usual small

watercourses; in them we hunted high and low for water until darkness

overtook us. To the North other similar hills could be seen, by my

reckoning a part of the Ernest Giles Range (Wells, 1892). No doubt from

the distance these hills would look more imposing. Our camp was in lat.

27 degrees 9 minutes, long. 123 degrees 59 minutes. August 6th.

On August 7th we continued to search the hills, but had to leave them

without finding water. We had now been since July 29th without seeing

any, and in consequence of the ease with which we had, up to that date,

found water had not husbanded our supply as carefully as we might have

done, and now had to put ourselves on a very short allowance indeed. The

further we advanced the worse the country became, and the greater the

increase in temperature. Shortly after leaving the hills we came again on

to sandhills. About midday my hopes were high, as I cut the fresh tracks

of two black-fellows.

Warri, after a short examination, said, "Yesterday track water that way,"

pointing in the direction in which they were travelling; not that he could

possibly tell which way the water lay, and for all we knew they might have

just left it. However, we decided that better success would probably

attend us if we followed them forward. Soon several equally fresh tracks

joined the first ones, and not one of us doubted but that our present

discomforts would shortly be over.

"There must be water at the end of them," was the general opinion, and so

on we went gaily; Warri leading, and Charlie, who was an almost equally

good tracker, backing him up. After much twisting and turning, crossing

and recrossing of our own tracks, the footprints at last took a definite

direction, and a pad, beaten by perhaps a dozen feet, led away North-West

for two miles and never deviated. Any doubts as to Warri's correct

interpretation were now dispelled, and on we hurried, looking forward to

at least water for ourselves, and perhaps a drink for the camels. At full

speed through mulga scrub, over sand and stones, on which the tracks were

hardly visible, we came suddenly to an open patch of rock on the side of

a low ridge, and there in the centre of the flat rock lay before us a

fair-sized rock-hole--dry as a bone!--and all our visions of luxury for

our beasts and ourselves were ended.

Not only were we baulked of our water, but nothing but dead scrub

surrounded the rock, affording no feed for the camels, who had therefore

to be tied down. Leaving the rest to dig out the hole on the chance of

getting a drop, though it was evident that the natives had cleaned it out

nearly to the bottom, Warri and I started off to follow the tracks yet

further. Taking a handful of dried peaches to chew, which give a little

moisture, for we were very dry, we walked until darkness overtook us. The

tracks (a man, two women, and a child) led us back towards the West;

we could see their camps, one close to the namma-hole, another four miles

away, with crushed seed lying about, and a few roots pulled up. Warri

said they were "tired fella" from the way they walked. All this made

us doubtful if they knew where the next water was. In any case we could

make no further search that night, and made our best way back through

the scrub, to the camp.

Godfrey had unsuccessfully explored the neighbouring hills, while Breaden

and Charlie cleaned out the rockhole with like result. A very hot, cloudy

night did not make things any more pleasant; we were all a bit done, and

poor Charlie was seized with a violent and painful vomiting--a not unusual

accompaniment to want of food and water. It seemed useless to follow the

tracks any more, since they led us in exactly the wrong direction; and as

we loaded the camels in the morning two turkeys (bustards) flew over us

to the North-East. We would have given something to have their knowledge!

We started, therefore, in this direction, and soon came on other tracks,

which after some time we concluded were only those of natives who had

been hunting from the rock-hole before the water was finished.

I called a halt, and, sitting on the sand, expounded my views as to the

situation. "We had determined on getting through this country--that was

the main point. Turning back, even if wise, was not to be considered. The

tracks had fooled us once, and though doubtless by following them we

would eventually get some water, where would we be at the end of it? No

further forward. Therefore, since we had still a drop or two to go on

with, let us continue on our course. None of us have any idea where water

is, and by travelling North, East, South, or West, we stood an equally

good chance of getting it. We would therefore go on in our proper

direction, and trust to God, Providence, Fate, or Chance, as each might

think. I should feel more satisfied if I knew their opinions agreed with

mine, for, whatever the outcome, the responsibility rested on me."

Breaden answered quietly, "It's a matter of indifference to me; go where

you think best." Godfrey's reply was characteristic, "Don't care a d--n;

if we are going to peg out we will, whichever way we turn." Charlie was

inclined at first to question the wisdom of going on, but soon cheerfully

agreed to do as the rest. So on I went, much relieved in mind that I was

leading no one against his will. Possibly I could not--so far as I know,

no occasion arose.

The day was sweltering, the night worse; in any other country one could

with safety have backed heavily the fall of a thunderstorm. We had to be

content, where we were, with about three drops of rain; and even this,

in spite of tents, flys, and mackintosh-sheets spread for the purpose, we

were unable to collect! Towards dawn the thermometer went down to 40

degrees F. This sudden change was greatly to our advantage, though the sun

soon after rising showed his power. The ridges were now running almost

parallel to our course, about North-East, and gave us in consequence

little trouble. Up to this point I had walked all day, partly because one

can steer better on foot and I wished to do all the steering, until we

picked up the point on Forrest's route, and so give my companions

confidence; and partly because I looked upon it as the leader's duty to

set an example. To-day I took my turn with the rest, each riding for an

hour--a great relief. Sand is weary walking and spinifex unpleasant until

one's legs get callous to its spines.

We had not gone far before our hopes were again raised, and again dashed,

by coming on rocky ground and presently on another rockhole--quite dry!

We began to think that there could be no water anywhere; this hole was

well protected and should hold water for months. Thinking did little

good, nor served to decrease the horrid sticky feeling of lips and mouth.

"Better luck next time," we said, with rather forced cheerfulness, and

once more turned our faces to the North-East.

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