I see some man in the East has a fad for breaking the ice in the river and going swimming.
The West and the East were met in conflict,—the old and the new, the stale and the fresh.
Camped on east side of the sand-hills, with first-rate feed for the horses.
To the North, South, and East nothing but spinifex sand-hills in sight.
To the east, plains for at least thirty miles, when broken ranges were visible.
Ascended the Frere Ranges and got a fine view to the north and east.
A salt lake was visible a few miles to the east, towards which we proceeded.
Barlee Spring is in longitude about 127 degrees 22 minutes East.
In the afternoon continued on a little south of east for about seven miles.
No sooner was the first light streaking the horizon to the east than Andrew wakened.