22 KXPLORATION I\ WKSTKRN AUSTRALIA 



gorge, and eight miles below it I found a large creek coming in 

 from the north-east, which I have called the Urquhart, after Mr. 

 Ui'quhart, of Lagrange ]>ay. 



I took a ninnber of bearings from the top of a pretty little 

 mountain situated two miles below the gorge. This I named 

 ]\It. Caroline, after my late sister. Here a most s;plendid creek 

 comes in from the west at the south side of the Phillips Range, 

 with clear, permanent, running water. The country on its south 

 sidti is by far the best I have yet seen in Western Australia. 



Below Mt. Caroline a creek, which, it will be remembered, 

 I called the Edkins on my last trip, rises in the Phillips Range, 

 and flows into the Adcock above Mt. Clifton, a mo-t remarkable 

 circumstance in such high country as this. 



I camped on the west branch of the Kdkin>, eight miles 

 west of the Phillips Gorge, about north-east by east from Mt. 

 Broome. A fine running stream Hoavs out of the Phillips 

 Range, with stony basalt hills all round, which, however, are 

 well-grassed. There nmst be a great number of blacks about 

 here, for wo could see their tracks and camps in every direction, 

 and they were then camped a short way from us up the gorge. 

 A few hundred yards below us was a blacks' graveyard, in which 

 I then counted eight graves, each covered with stones. On two of 

 them there must have been some tons of stones. Wood is placed on 

 top of the stone, I have, in all my travels in unexplored 

 Australia, never seen anything like this before. I must say I 

 think the wild blacks of this; country are a far better class than 

 those we have in Queensland. 



On the following morning I went down to the graves, and 

 counted thirteen of them. Saddling up, we travelled west along 

 the foot of the Phillips Range, skirting the banks of a tine 

 running creek, bordered by stony, basalt hills, splendidly grassed. 

 I thing I saw here struck me as very strange. In a certain 

 locality on the side of the Phillips Range, there are some 

 thousands of tons of basalt overlying the sandstone, looking, 

 exactly as if it had been violently thrown there. No other basalt 

 is nearer to it than 100 yards, on the other side of the creek. 



That day one of my boys picked up a black's skull in the 

 grass, a strange object to find in such a position. On my return 

 to camp I found they had stuck it on a tree and made a target 

 of it. At night I campel on the Isdell, a splendid running creek 

 which I named on my last trip, when I crossed it thirty miles 

 lower down. It comes out of a gorge two miles above this camp. 

 Mt. Broome from this camp bears 250deg. 50 miles. Of course. 



