Sunday November 24. Camp Number 8.

We rested ourselves and the horses. Mr. Alison made a traverse table of
our course and found that we had made 55 miles south and 25 miles west
from Post Office Camp, near the junction of the Barkly with the Albert
River, and the latitude 18 degrees 45 minutes. The sun is too vertical
for taking it with my sextant and artificial horizon. We were rather late
in making observations of the sun, and we only got one sight of it, which
was made by myself. I brought it to a point within 180 yards of me on the
level bank of the river, which altitude made our latitude 18 degrees 57
minutes. Thermometer showed 90 degrees at 7 a.m. and 103 degrees at noon.
We got a fine potful of cabbage-tree sprouts, which eat like asparagus.

Monday November 25. Camp Number 8. Situated on the Gregory River.

From this camp we started at 8 a.m., but had almost immediately to halt
for ten minutes to adjust a pack on a riding-saddle. The other
packsaddles were constructed on Gregory's principle, and required less
adjusting. At 8.45 made one mile and a quarter south by west along the
bank of the river. At 9 made one mile and a half south-west by south. At
9.16 made half a mile further along the river in the same direction to
outlet of creek, which is probably what I have been calling Macadam Creek
(or River). At 9.23 made a quarter of a mile still further along the bank
of the river in the same direction, at which place hills were in sight a
short distance from our course. Fisherman and I started for the hills,
bearing 231 1/2 degrees, and in two miles we reached the hill, and from
the top of it we saw ranges from 67 to 328 degrees; but none of them were
remarkable. The hill we ascended was rocky and barren. Having taken
observations of these hills, Fisherman and I started to rejoin our