t turn out very successful. The hot, scorching sun so scalded the
backs of the lambs, that the growth of wool was greatly retarded.

After a month's hard work, I found myself so weak and depressed from the
fever that I decided to return to England. In the meantime, Carruthers
had left for his station on the Auburn River.

I was relieved in mind, by a letter from my uncle, who informed me that
my request for a salary of L300 a year was exorbitant, and that he was
sending a Mr. Hawkes to take the station over from me.

Soon after I was pleased to welcome this gentleman, and left for inside
with a young fellow named Carolan, who had been working on Canobie. My
uncle visited Clifton late in 1867, and decided to have the sheep boiled
down at the works owned by Mr. Harry Edkins, on the Albert River.

During his stay at Burketown he became the guest of Mr. Surveyor Sharkey
on Sweers Island, and met Miss Huey, sister of Mrs. Edkins, late of
Mount Cornish Station, who became the second Mrs. Corfield. His first
wife was a Miss Murray, sister of the highly-respected Police
Magistrate, who died in Brisbane a few years ago, and also of the late
Inspector Fred Murray. Her death on Teebar, in 1853, so affected my
uncle that he sold the property for a nominal sum to his head stockman,
John Eaton. He then took up and formed Gigoomgan, which he soon after
sold to Anderson and Leslie. He afterwards bought Stanton Harcourt from
W. H. Walsh, of Degilbo Station. There I joined him in 1862.

CHAPTER IV.

After handing the station over to Mr. Hawkes, I went to Canobie to
muster my horses, which were running on the Williams River, and thence
travelled eastward in company with Carolan.

On arrival at the Punch Bowl, on the Flinders River, we heard that there
was a hundred mile dry stage ahead, so decided to camp.

One afternoon, Mr. Roland Edkins, later so long manager of Mount
Cornish, and his wife, travelling on their honeymoon, drove up and asked
if we had any meat we could spare. I informed him we had none, but that
if he had a gun, and lent it to me, I would get some. A mob of cattle
had been to the water-hole earlier in the day. Armed with his gun I
followed the cattle and shot a clean-skin, which we dressed, and jerked
in the sun, not having salt. The supply of meat was sufficient for all
our needs. Mr. Edkins informed us that thunderstorms had fallen up the
river, so we made a start. While camping in the bed of the river o