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day. This was the last tribe we saw on the Murray; and 
the following afternoon, to our great joy, we quitted it and 
turned our boat into the gloomy and narrow channel of its 
tributary. Our feelings were almost as strong when we 
re-entered it, as they had been when we were launched 
from it into that river, on whose waters we had continued 
for upwards of fifty-five days; during which period, including 
the sweeps and bends it made, we could not have travelled 
less than 1500 miles. 
Our provisions were now running very short; we had, 
however, “ broken the neck of our journey,” as the men 
said, and we looked anxiously to gaining the depot ; for we 
were not without hopes that Robert Harris would have 
pushed forward to it with his supplies. We were quite 
puzzled on entering the Morumbidgee, how to navigate 
its diminutive bends and its encumbered channel. I 
thought poles would have been more convenient than 
oars; we therefore stopped at an earlier hour than usual 
to cut some. Calling to mind the robbery practised 
on us shortly after we left the depot, my mind became 
uneasy as to Robert Harris’s safety, since I thought it 
probable, from the sulky disposition of the natives who 
had visited us there, that he might have been attacked. 
Thus, when my apprehensions on our own account had 
partly ceased, my fears became excited with regard to him 
and his party. 
The country, to a considerable distance from the junction 
on either side the Morumbidgee, is not subject to inunda- 
