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were satisfied ; other sites were in turn rejected, and the 

 advance continued till we came to the valley that splits the 

 Milne-Edwards bluff in two. We were on the point of 

 halting. " Why not cross the river while we are wet ? " 

 was Garwood's wise question. So we limbered up again, 

 plunged down the old raised beach's bluff, bumped over 

 the stone-fan and through the rivers, and so reached the 

 raised beach beyond. It was dry and flat, the conditions 

 were satisfied, and Bergen agreed. The ponies were turned 

 loose, camp (164 feet) was pitched, and supper followed. 

 "Tired?" we asked one another. "Of course not; we are 

 ready to make Bucking-horse Camp to-day if you like." 

 But it was a curious thing, that though every one retired to 

 his sleeping-bag with an elaborate apparatus of note-books 

 and writing materials, not a note was written at that time. 

 Slumber came unsought, and by general consent it was suc- 

 ceeded (July 19) by a Europe morning. I don't know 

 whether some African germ revived in Gregory ; however it 

 came about, he was a little unwell, and thought he would 

 try one of the admirable Pioneer Pills, which are the 

 last kindness I confer on my best friends. " How are 

 you this morning ? " I asked him next day. " Oh, all 

 right ! those are famous pills of yours." " Did you take 

 them ? " " No ! I didn't exactly take them, but I looked 

 at them the last moment. It was enough. They are most 

 rare pills." 



We quitted Milne-Edwards Camp at the apparently reason- 

 able hour of 10.40 A.M. (July 19). As a matter of fact this 

 was very late, and marked the final loss of a whole twenty- 

 four hours' day, for we had been gradually starting later and 

 later, first about noon, then in the afternoon, then towards 

 midnight, then early the following morning, and now we 

 had come round to a normal hour. I encouraged this pro- 

 cess because it saved provisions, involving only twenty 



