After ?other unsuccessful search in the bight, to the eastward of Careening Bay, in which we fruMessly examined a gully that .Mr. Cunning. ham informed me had last year produced a con- ?iderable stream, we gave up all hopes of success here, and directed our attention to the cascade of Prince Regent's River; which we entered the next af?xnoon, with the. wind and tide in our fayour, and at sunset reached an anchorage at the bottom of St. George's Basin, a mile and half to the northward .of the .islet that lies the inner entrance of the river, in seven fathoms muddy sand. The following morning, at half-past four o'clock, Mr. Montgomery accompanied me in the whale- boat to visit the cascade; we reached it at nine o'clock, and found the water, to our inexpressible ?atisfaction, falling abundantly. While the boat's crew rested and filled their baricas, I ascended the rocks over which the water was falling, and was surprised to find its height had been so underrated when-we passed by it last year: it was then thought to be about forty feet, but I now found it could not be less than one hundred mud fifty. The rock, a fine- grained siliceous sand-stone, is disposed in hori- zontal strata, from ?ix to .twelve feet thick, each of which .proje? about three feet from-that
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