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stone grit, and was broken a good deal into steep- 
faced ridges and deep hollows, as if formed so by 
the action of water. The formation of these pre- 
cipitous banks appeared to be an ochre of various 
colours — red and yellow, and of a soft friable 
description. At ten miles we crossed a watercourse 
with many pools of brackish water in it, trending to 
a lake visible under the coast ridge. There was 
good grass near this, and many kangaroos were seen, 
but as no fresh water could be obtained, w r e passed 
on, and at three miles further came to a hole of rain- 
water in a rocky gorge, but here there was not a 
blade of grass. Hoping to meet with more success 
further on, we still advanced for twelve miles, until 
night compelled us at last to encamp without either 
grass or water, both ourselves and our horses being 
greatly fatigued. 
In the evening we obtained a view of some high 
rugged and distant ranges, which I at once recog- 
nised as being the mountains immediately behind 
King George’s Sound. At last we could almost say 
we were in sight of the termination of our long, 
harassing, and disastrous journey. Early in the 
morning I had told Wylie that I thought we should 
see the King George’s Sound hills before night, but 
he at the time appeared rather sceptical ; when, how- 
ever, they did break upon our view, in picturesque 
though distant outline, his joy knew no bounds. 
For the first time on our journey he believed we 
should really reach the Sound at last. The cheer- 
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