Yackandanda Creek, March 12th, 1854.

We were delighted to get back again to our old creek, to cool shades, quiet, and delicious water. We have remained here ever since awaiting the approach of the cooler weather, at the same time that we have been profitably employed. We have had only about half-a-dozen neighbours; the great bulk of the diggers from these diggings have gone down to Byrant's Ranges, or as they are now called, Tarrangower, so named by some Highlander. We hear that great disappointments have occurred there, but that the people, utterly exhausted by their rushes over such immense distances, cannot get back, and are obliged to do as well as they can. The drought and want of water are said to be unheard of, and that water for culinary purposes is 2s. 6d. a bucket, having to be brought several miles. But as we propose to leave here the day after tomorrow, and shall take all these diggings in our way, we shall be better able on the spot to learn the truth,—a very difficult thing to get at here; meantime, before quitting this pleasant and long abode of ours, we will give a few further notices of our life here, though of a very quiet kind.

To our great satisfaction, on our return from the Buckland, we found Captain Murray located here, as the Commissioner.