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fearful enchanters as they doubtless suspected us 
to be. 
Our party being once more all together, it became 
necessary to decide upon our future movements, the 
water in the hole at the depot being nearly all used, 
and what was left being very muddy and unpalat- 
able. Before I abandoned our present position, 
however, I was anxious to make a journey to the 
shores of Lake Torrens to the westward ; I had 
already visited its basin at points fully 150 miles 
apart, viz. in about 29° 10' S. latitude, and in 31° 30' 
S. I had also traced its course from various heights 
in Flinders range, from which it was distinctly 
visible, and in my mind, had not the slightest doubt 
that it was one continuous and connected basin. Still, 
from the hills of our present depot, it was not visible to 
the north of west, and I should not have felt myself 
justified in going away to the eastward, without posi- 
tively ascertaining its connection with the basin 
I was at to the north-west ; accordingly, as soon as 
the overseer returned I got ready for another harass- 
ing and uninteresting journey to the westward. 
August 22.— Setting off early this morning, 
accompanied by a native boy, I steered W.N.W. 
For the first four miles, I took my overseer along 
with me, to shew him the direction I intended to take, 
so that if I did not return in two days, he might 
send a pack-horse with water to meet me along the 
tracks. 
After he had left I pushed steadily on for thirty- 
