After We Started I Sent Gibson Back To Await The Poor Pup's Return, But At Night Gibson Came Without Toby; I Told Him He Could Have Any Horses He Liked To Go Back For Him To-Morrow, And I Would Have Gone Myself Only I Was Still Too Ill.

During the night Gibson was taken ill just as I had been; therefore poor Toby was never recovered.

We have still one little dog of mine which I bought in Adelaide, of the same kind as Toby, that is to say, the small black-and-tan English terrier, though I regret to say he is decidedly not, of the breed of that Billy indeed, who used to kill rats for a bet; I forget how many one morning he ate, but you'll find it in sporting books yet. It was very late when we reached our old bough gunyah camp; there was no water. I intended going up farther, but, being behind, Mr. Tietkens and Jimmy had began to unload, and some of the horses were hobbled out when I arrived; Gibson was still behind. For the second time I have been compelled to retreat to this range; shall I ever get away from it? When we left the rock, the thermometer indicated 110 degrees in the shade.

Next morning I was a little better, but Gibson was very ill - indeed I thought he was going to die, and would he had died quietly there. Mr. Tietkens and I walked up the creek to look for the horses.

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