A Beautiful Sun Dried And Warmed Us In The Morning, And Crossing
A Narrow Salt-Lake (Probably A Continuation Of Lake Breaden), We Reached
Our Old Friend Woodhouse Lagoon On June 17th, Nearly A Year Having
Elapsed Since Our First Visit, August 19th, In 1896.
We were disappointed, but not surprised, to find the lagoon nearly dry,
holding no more than six inches of water in the deepest place.
But
curiously enough Alexander Spring, found dry before, was now brimful,
evidently filled by the recent rain, which had not been heavy enough to
fill the lagoon. Here we camped for two days, which we could ill afford,
as already we had to cut down our rations, and before long our meals
would dwindle to one instead of two a day. Godfrey's sickness
necessitated a delay - he suffered from such fearful pains in his head,
poor fellow! Often after a day's march he would collapse, and lie prone
with his head nearly bursting from pain. A drink of strong tea would
relieve him, but when water was scarce he had just to suffer.
I had a splendid chance of replenishing our larder, and, fool that I was,
I missed it. I was riding The Warden to the spring, when a kangaroo
popped up on his hind legs, and sat looking at me. The Warden would not
keep still; the surprised kangaroo actually waited for me to dismount and
aim my rifle, but just as I fired The Warden jerked my arm and I missed,
and away bounded many a good meal - and with it the pony!
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