At Streaky Bay the stores in the drays on land were sent on board the Water-Witch, except the provisions necessary to reach Fowler's Bay with, and the cutter was ordered to await the party there. On the 6th of November the party set forward on this most formidable journey. Their way lay immediately through a dense mallee scrub, in which they had to clear a way with axes; and they arrived at Smoky Bay on the 8th, with their horses greatly jaded, and the men not less so. The Water-Witch, however, on her way had landed them water there. They could not move on again till the 10th, when an old native, named Wilguldy, accompanied them. On the way they came to the nest of a mound-bird, and Wilguldy, and some of his fellows who had followed, soon dived into its heap of sand and produced four fine eggs, as large as goose eggs, which, when cooked, were of a delicious flavour. They reached Fowler's Bay on the 17th, through the same sort of sandy, sterile country, where, as at Berinyana Graippe, and Mobeela Graippe, they could only procure water by digging to a depth of ten or fourteen feet in loose sand, that was continually falling in again. The men and horses were all knocked up on arriving here. The only refreshment that they had found on the way was in the fruit of the Mesembryanthemum, which delights in hot sandy deserts.