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all we could to raise him. We got him on his forelegs twice, but 

 he seemed incapable of standing on his hind legs. We had to 

 leave him and put his packs on another horse. 



In 2 miles more to the north, over scrubby and heathy " cement" 

 country, we again touched the left bank of CANOE CREEK. Here 

 coarse white, gritty sandstone was seen, resting horizontally on 

 vertical conglomeratic slates, which have a north-east and south- 

 west strike. On the right bank was a cliff, 50 or 60 feet high, of 

 thin-bedded reddish horizontal sandstones. 



We followed the course of the creek for 2 miles to the north-west 

 till we found it falling into a broad, deep, rapid, flooded river coming 

 from the west. This must be the same river which had already 

 puzzled us so much. There can be now no doubt that it is the 

 river, falling into Weymouth Bay, named the PASCOE by the 

 unfortunate Kennedy. [This was my mistake. The river was 

 named in honour of Lieutenant Pascoe, who was in command 

 of the detachment of marines which arrived at Somerset on 25th 

 March, 1863. R. L. J.] 



We camped on the point between the Pascoe and Canoe 

 Creek. (CAMP 36. Latitude, by observation of Canopus, 12 41' S.) 

 [The present " BOWDEN MINERAL FIELD" (wolfram, molybdenite 

 and tin) occupies the peninsula between Canoe Creek and the 

 Pascoe River. R. L. J.J 



February 8. Macdonald, Charlie and I went back with a 

 draught horse to do what we could for " Jimmy." We found him 

 alive and groaning. He had struggled about his own length up 

 the gully. We laboured with levers and the draught horse for an 

 hour or more, but could not get him to his feet. We then SHOT 

 HIM. He was an old friend, and " I could have better spared a 

 better horse." We cut off his shoes and took away about 80 Ib. 

 of meat, the last of our beef having been boiled in the morning 

 and game having become very scarce. All hands were busy till 

 nightfall cutting up and curing the meat mostly with pepper, for 

 we had not much salt. We enjoyed the luxury of fresh meat. 

 The " steaks " tasted well, but were dreadfully tough. 



The prospectors had found a hollow tree, and were busy making 

 a BOAT of it, splitting rails for the ends, etc. Crosbie had been 

 looking out for a crossing for the horses up the river, but found 

 none practicable. 



February 9. In the morning I pasted and touched up the maps 

 damaged by water on the 6th. The day was very warm, with only 

 one shower in the afternoon. In the afternoon I measured the 

 river (trigonometrically), and found it 70 yards wide. The horse- 

 flesh was drying in the sun. Crosbie and Charlie crossed Canoe 

 Creek, and went down the Pascoe for some miles to the north-east. 



The BOAT was launched in the afternoon, but was found to 

 leak a good deal. 



