| Journal | 0591 |
I set off to the south, on foot |
| Journal | 0592 |
I walked until midnight |
| Journal |
0593 |
All I saw was a large dark snake |
| Journal |
0594 |
another mug of tea with the remains of the echidna |
| Journal |
0595 |
a desolate flat plain with scattered claypans |
| Journal |
0596 |
I thought I could smell honey |
| Journal |
0597 |
The perfume and luxuriance was incredible |
| Journal |
0598 |
recite poetry aloud like a lunatic |
| Journal |
0599 |
the cliffs were about 12-1500ft high |
| Journal |
0600 |
a pool of quite fresh water |
| Journal |
0601 |
the Olgas on the far distant horizon |
| Journal |
0602 |
one day I would reach the Olgas |
| Journal |
0603 |
the need for prudence and care |
| Journal |
0604 |
As I stood up I saw a party of natives |
| Journal |
0605 |
What they thought I have no idea |
| Journal |
0606 |
I kicked myself for not collecting |
| Journal |
0607 |
almost hypnotized by the rhythm of movement |
| Journal |
0608 |
I dragged over the last four miles |
