Thinking that
this creek must join Scratchley's, near our old camp, we followed
it a long way, until finding it trend altogether too much eastward,
we tried to shape across for the other creek, but were unable to do
so, from the boggy nature of the intervening plain.
Friday, 15th March, 1861.--Camp 27R.
Saturday, 16th March, 1861.--Camp 28R. Scratchley's Creek.
Sunday, 17th March, 1861.--Camp 29R.
Monday, 18th March, 1861.--Camp 30R.
Tuesday, 19th March, 1861.--Camp 31R.
Wednesday, 20th March, 1861.--Camp 32R. Feasting Camp. Last evening
the sky was clouded about nine P.M., and a shower came down from
the north. At ten o'clock it became so dark that we camped on the
bank of the creek, in which was a nice current of clear water.
To-day we halted, intending to try a night journey. The packs we
overhauled and left nearly 60 pounds weight of things behind. They
were all suspended in a pack from the branches of a shrub close to
the creek. We started at a quarter to six, but were continually
pulled up by billibongs and branch creeks, and soon had to camp for
the night. At the junction of the two creeks just above are the
three cones, which are three remarkably small hills to the
eastward.
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