alf a mile below the tree marked by
Mr. Kennedy K XXI.

We rested ourselves and the horses. This morning I gave the manager of
stock here twenty rounds of cartridges, a few bullets, and a few caps for
a breach-loading rifle that I had sold him. The rifle is one I had
borrowed from Mr. Bourne for my last expedition, but as it was injured in
the service I promised to replace it. Its original cost was 15 pounds 10
shillings, but I sold it for a lower price, namely, 10 pounds. We
followed the road which came down the eastern bank of the river over
well-grassed rich level country and sandy ridges for about twelve miles.

May 26. Cunnamulla, Warrego River.

We followed the road down the river for about thirty-five miles from the
cattle stations, near Mr. Kennedy's 21st camp.

Tuesday May 27. Wooroorooka, Warrego River.

We continued following the road down the river till we reached
Wooroorooka. This run is occupied by a herd of horses belonging to T.
Danger, Esquire. Yesterday and today we travelled each day about seven
and a half hours. The distance is called seventy miles. The country we
saw between Cunnamulla and Wooroorooka was wet thinly-wooded plains
intersected by ana-branches of the river and by sandhills. At Wooroorooka
I met a gentleman called Mr. Birch who at one time very ably assisted Mr.
Stutchburgh in making a geological survey of a great part of Australia.
To him Mr. Bourne and I are greatly indebted for giving us much
intelligence of events that have taken place since we left Brisbane last
August. I learn from him that he had travelled the distance from the
boundary line of New South Wales to Wooroorooka, and found it was five
and three-quarter miles.

Wednesday May 28. Bananka, Warrego River, New South Wales.

From Wooroorooka we followed the road down the river for about twelve
miles and reached a station occupied by the sheep of the Bogan River
Company. Our path was over slightly wooded plains, the soil rich and
covered with the best grasses. The grass, from the dry season, was so
parched that it looked in its present state almost worthless, but the
fine condition of the sheep showed it to be still first-rate pasturage.

May 29. Eringa, Warrego River, New South Wales, Con's Old Station.

Our path today took us down the left bank of the river, a distance said
to be twenty-eight miles, which we travelled in six and a half hours. The
country we saw is similar to all the country on the river. From the