AURIVAL AT MOUNT HARRIS. 25 
On the 20th we travelled on a N. W. course, and in the 
early part of the day passed over tolerably good soil. It 
was succeeded by a barren scrub, through which we pe- 
netrated in the direction of Welcome Rock, a point we had 
seen from one of the plains and had mistaken for Mount 
Harris. 
On a nearer approach, however, we observed our error, 
and corrected it by turning more to the left; and we ulti- 
mately encamped about a mile to the W. S. W. of the 
latter eminence. On issuing from the scrub we found our- 
selves among reeds and coarse water-grass ; and, from the 
appearance of the country, we were led to conclude that we 
had arrived at a part of the interior more than ordinarily 
subject to overflow. 
As soon as the camp was fixed, Mr. Hume and I rode to 
Mount Harris, over ground subject to flood and covered for 
the most part by the polygonum, being too anxious to defer 
our examination of its neighbourhood even for a few hours. 
Nearly ten years had elapsed since Mr. Oxley pitched his 
tents under the smallest of the two hills into which Mount 
Harris is broken. There was no difficulty in hitting upon 
his position. The trenches that had been cut round the 
tents were still perfect, and the marks of the fire-places dis- 
tinguishable ; while the trees in the neighbourhood had 
been felled, and round about them the staves of some casks 
and a few tent-pegs were scattered. Mr. Oxley had se- 
lected a place at some distance from the river, in conse- 
quence of its then swollen state. I looked upon it from 
