nder examination, can never be
forgotten by those who were present. They, too, left no indications
of their useless visit. It will be remembered that twenty-two days
after, on the 30th of May, my son returned to Cooper's Creek for
the last time, and deposited his journals and letters in the cache.

The following extracts from Mr. Howitt's diary relate the discovery
of King, with the finding and interment of the remains of Mr. Burke
and my son.

September 14th, 1861.--Latitude, 27 degrees 4 minutes; longitude
140 degrees 4 minutes.--Camped on a large waterhole, about a
quarter of a mile below Mr. Burke's first camp, after leaving the
depot at Cooper's Creek. We could see where the camels had been
tied up, but found no marked tree. To-day I noticed in two or three
places old camel-droppings and tracks, where Mr. Brahe informed me
he was certain their camels had never been, as they were watched
every day near the depot and tied up at night. Mr. Burke's camels
were led on the way down. It looked very much as if stray camels
had been about during the last four months. The tracks seemed to me
to be going up the creek, but the ground was too strong to be able
to make sure.

September 15th.--Camp 32.--Latitude, 27 degrees 44 minuts;
longitude, 140 degrees 40 minutes.--On leaving this morning I went
ahead with Sandy, to try and pick up Mr. Burke's track. At the
lower end of a large waterhole, from which one or two horses had
been feeding for some months, the tracks ran in all directions to
and from the water, and even as recent as a week. At the same place
I found the handle of a clasp-knife. From here struck out south for
a short distance from the creek, and found a distinct camel's track
and droppings on a native path: the footprint was about four months
old and going east. I then sent the black boy to follow the creek,
and struck across some sandy country in a bend on the north side.
No tracks here; and coming on a native path leading my way, I
followed it, as the most likely place to see any signs. In about
four miles this led me to the lower end of a very large reach of
water, and on the opposite side were numbers of native wurleys. I
crossed at a neck of sand, and at a little distance again came on
the track of a camel going up the creek; at the same time I found a
native, who began to gesticulate in a very excited manner, and to
point down the creek, bawling out, "Gow, gow!" as loud as he could.
When I went towards h