im he ran away, and finding it impossible to
get him to come to me, I turned back to follow a camel track, and
to look after my party. The track was visible in sandy places, and
was evidently the same I had seen for the last two days. I also
found horse traces in places, but very old. Crossing the creek, I
cut our track, and rode after the party. In doing so I came upon
three pounds of tobacco, which had lain where I saw it for some
time. This, together with a knife-handle, fresh horse tracks, and
the camel track going eastward, puzzled me extremely, and led me
into a hundred conjectures. At the lower end of the large reach of
water before mentioned, I met Sandy and Frank looking for me, with
the intelligence that King, the only survivor of Mr. Burke's party,
had been found. A little further on I found the party halted, and
immediately went across to the blacks' wurleys, where I found King
sitting in a hut which the natives had made for him. He presented a
melancholy appearance--wasted to a shadow, and hardly to be
distinguished as a civilized being but by the remnants of clothes
upon him. He seemed exceedingly weak, and I found it occasionally
difficult to follow what he said. The natives were all gathered
round, seated on the ground, looking with a most gratified and
delighted expression.

September 18th.--Left camp this morning with Messrs. Brahe, Welsh,
Wheeler, and King, to perform a melancholy duty, which has weighed
on my mind ever since we have encamped here, and which I have only
put off until King should be well enough to accompany us. We
proceeded down the creek for seven miles, crossing a branch running
to the southward, and followed a native track leading to that part
of the creek where Mr. Burke, Mr. Wills, and King encamped after
their unsuccessful attempt to reach Mount Hopeless and the northern
settlements of South Australia, and where poor Wills died. We found
the two gunyahs situated on a sand-bank between two waterholes and
about a mile from the flat where they procured nardoo seed, on
which they managed to exist so long. Poor Wills's remains we found
lying in the wurley in which he died, and where King, after his
return from seeking for the natives, had buried him with sand and
rushes. We carefully collected the remains and interred them where
they lay; and, not having a prayer-book, I read chapter 15 of 1
Corinthians, that we might at least feel a melancholy satisfaction
in having shown the last