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Account of the country between 
Harbour, in the Breeze schooner of 29 tons. Having arrived there 
I started over land, and after three days hard travelling, from the 
point where the Franklin River unites with the Gordon, (the 
whole distance being through a vile scrub) 1 joined my men, and 
in a short time cut a track to a navigable point of the Gordon, 
about 10 miles above its confluence with Macquarie Harbour. 
The Breeze was moored at the termination of the path, and on 
the 21st April following. Sir John and Lady Franklin, and party, 
reached her, after a tedious and most fatiguing journey, made on 
foot, during a succession of storms, very adverse to bush travelling. 
To return to my description of the country beyond Lachlan 
Plain. A wide tract, occupied by high, clear, and barren hills, 
immediately succeeds. I was desirous of continuing my route to 
Macquarie Harbour, by taking a W.S.W. direction across these 
eminences; but this idea I was constrained to abandon, by the 
peculiar difficulties of this abrupt country. I tried to lead the 
road across at several points, but was thwarted by the intervention 
of a tremendous ravine. I called these hills collectively Deception 
Range, from the frequency with which I was foiled, or deceived 
in my attempts to lead the path across them. This locality pre¬ 
sents no other view but that of a sterile wilderness, and scenes of 
frightful desolation. The great ravine, which bounds Deception 
Range to the westward, is very deep; I dare say 2000 feet; is far 
too steep for travelling, and not to be crossed without excessive 
fatigue and risk In a fit of desperation to reach Macquarie 
Harbour, instead of the Gordon, at a navigable part, I twice got 
to the bottom of this hideous defile, but was at last forced to re¬ 
linquish the idea of a direct course, and to retrace my steps to 
Lachlan Plain ; utterly disgusted with the adventure. A large 
and furious torrent flows through it, which, collecting all the 
water that falls on a wide extent of mountainous country, emerges 
from the glen a large and beautiful river. I called it the Franklin. 
Finding no point at which Deception Range could be crossed 
without extraordinary difficulty, I was obliged to content myself 
with terminating my labours at some navigable point of the 
Gordon. With this intention I turned to the southward from 
