August 30.—Leaving the overseer to bring on the cart, I rode on a–head down the watercourse to trace the continuance of the water. The road I found to be very bad, and at twenty–three miles, upon tasting the water I found it as salt as the sea, and the bed of the creek quite impracticable for a cart; I therefore hurried back for seven miles, and halted the party at the last good water–hole, which was about sixteen miles from our yesterday’s camp.
We had seen many ducks during the day, two of which I shot, and the black boy found a nest with fresh eggs in it, so that we fared more luxuriously than usual. The night set in very dark and windy, but no rain fell.
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