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crossed at a neck of sand, and at a little distance again came on
the track of a camel going up the creek; at the same time I found a
native, who began to gesticulate in a very excited manner, and to
point down the creek, bawling out, "Gow, gow!" as loud as he could.
When I went towards him he ran away, and finding it impossible to
get him to come to me, I turned back to follow a camel track, and
to look after my party. The track was visible in sandy places, and
was evidently the same I had seen for the last two days. I also
found horse traces in places, but very old. Crossing the creek, I
cut our track, and rode after the party. In doing so I came upon
three pounds of tobacco, which had lain where I saw it for some
time. This, together with a knife-handle, fresh horse tracks, and
the camel track going eastward, puzzled me extremely, and led me
into a hundred conjectures. At the lower end of the large reach of
water before mentioned, I met Sandy and Frank looking for me, with
the intelligence that King, the only survivor of Mr. Burke's party,
had been found. A little further on I found the party halted, and
immediately went across to the blacks' wurleys, where I found King
sitting in a hut which the natives had made for him.
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