It looked very much as if stray camels
had been about during the last four months. The tracks seemed to me
to be going up the creek, but the ground was too strong to be able
to make sure.
September 15th.--Camp 32.--Latitude, 27 degrees 44 minuts;
longitude, 140 degrees 40 minutes.--On leaving this morning I went
ahead with Sandy, to try and pick up Mr. Burke's track. At the
lower end of a large waterhole, from which one or two horses had
been feeding for some months, the tracks ran in all directions to
and from the water, and even as recent as a week. At the same place
I found the handle of a clasp-knife. From here struck out south for
a short distance from the creek, and found a distinct camel's track
and droppings on a native path: the footprint was about four months
old and going east. I then sent the black boy to follow the creek,
and struck across some sandy country in a bend on the north side.
No tracks here; and coming on a native path leading my way, I
followed it, as the most likely place to see any signs. In about
four miles this led me to the lower end of a very large reach of
water, and on the opposite side were numbers of native wurleys.
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