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It
would
be
three
days
before
he
could
reach
Delegete
,
and
five
the
shore
--
that
is
to
say
,
the
26th
of
January
.
Now
,
as
the
Duncan
had
left
Melbourne
on
the
16th
,
what
difference
would
a
few
days
'
delay
make
?
"
No
,
my
friend
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
will
not
leave
anyone
behind
.
We
will
make
a
litter
and
carry
you
in
turn
.
"
The
litter
was
made
of
boughs
of
eucalyptus
covered
with
branches
;
and
,
whether
he
would
or
not
,
Mulrady
was
obliged
to
take
his
place
on
it
.
Glenarvan
would
be
the
first
to
carry
his
sailor
.
He
took
hold
of
one
end
and
Wilson
of
the
other
,
and
all
set
off
.
What
a
sad
spectacle
,
and
how
lamentably
was
this
expedition
to
end
which
had
commenced
so
well
.
They
were
no
longer
in
search
of
Harry
Grant
.
This
continent
,
where
he
was
not
,
and
never
had
been
,
threatened
to
prove
fatal
to
those
who
sought
him
.
And
when
these
intrepid
countrymen
of
his
should
reach
the
shore
,
they
would
find
the
Duncan
waiting
to
take
them
home
again
.
The
first
day
passed
silently
and
painfully
.
Every
ten
minutes
the
litter
changed
bearers
.
All
the
sailor
's
comrades
took
their
share
in
this
task
without
murmuring
,
though
the
fatigue
was
augmented
by
the
great
heat
.
In
the
evening
,
after
a
journey
of
only
five
miles
,
they
camped
under
the
gum-trees
.
The
small
store
of
provisions
saved
from
the
raft
composed
the
evening
meal
.
But
all
they
had
to
depend
upon
now
was
the
Major
's
carbine
.
It
was
a
dark
,
rainy
night
,
and
morning
seemed
as
if
it
would
never
dawn
.
They
set
off
again
,
but
the
Major
could
not
find
a
chance
of
firing
a
shot
.
This
fatal
region
was
only
a
desert
,
unfrequented
even
by
animals
.
Fortunately
,
Robert
discovered
a
bustard
's
nest
with
a
dozen
of
large
eggs
in
it
,
which
Olbinett
cooked
on
hot
cinders
.
These
,
with
a
few
roots
of
purslain
which
were
growing
at
the
bottom
of
a
ravine
,
were
all
the
breakfast
of
the
22d
.
The
route
now
became
extremely
difficult
.
The
sandy
plains
were
bristling
with
SPINIFEX
,
a
prickly
plant
,
which
is
called
in
Melbourne
the
porcupine
.
It
tears
the
clothing
to
rags
,
and
makes
the
legs
bleed
.
The
courageous
ladies
never
complained
,
but
footed
it
bravely
,
setting
an
example
,
and
encouraging
one
and
another
by
word
or
look
.
They
stopped
in
the
evening
at
Mount
Bulla
Bulla
,
on
the
edge
of
the
Jungalla
Creek
.
The
supper
would
have
been
very
scant
,
if
McNabbs
had
not
killed
a
large
rat
,
the
mus
conditor
,
which
is
highly
spoken
of
as
an
article
of
diet
.
Olbinett
roasted
it
,
and
it
would
have
been
pronounced
even
superior
to
its
reputation
had
it
equaled
the
sheep
in
size
.
They
were
obliged
to
be
content
with
it
,
however
,
and
it
was
devoured
to
the
bones
.
On
the
23d
the
weary
but
still
energetic
travelers
started
off
again
.
After
having
gone
round
the
foot
of
the
mountain
,
they
crossed
the
long
prairies
where
the
grass
seemed
made
of
whalebone
.
It
was
a
tangle
of
darts
,
a
medley
of
sharp
little
sticks
,
and
a
path
had
to
be
cut
through
either
with
the
hatchet
or
fire
.
