November 26th
{more botanical samples & observations, the notes becoming shorter and more distracted through the day}
Can't get down. From the level of last night's camp a passable route down to the creek seems obvious, yet each time an attempt was made some drop or obstacle would force us to ascend but slightly and thence lose our way. Horses increasingly nervous. C. gives me to understand B. had mentioned the possibility of "woolly men" in the mountains - these appearing to be a kind of woodwose native to the area. If I thought it were they who had amazed us I might have made some offering, but if such creatures exist I can only imagine them to be a kind of animal - some ape, not equipped with sorcerous powers. I laugh at myself for setting down the possibility here, yet our compasses seem to avail us naught and there are definitely strange things amongst the sparse wildlife to be seen in this area. We have not quite observed any, but there have been sounds as of large movement, and glimpses...a thing that moved like a bird, yet seemed posses
sd of many legs, & some lurching mass with a tail like a giant cat...many-headed and many-tailed serpents. We may be hallucinating from the heat or miasma of the fire-loving timbers.
Later. We are back in last night's camp after B
wn managed to determine where our path was looping by means of devising figures of sticks as waypoints that might not be mistaken for any natural arrangement. Although we could not progress downward with the daylight, either to the stream or on the dread path we had come, we very quickly found ourselves back in this familiar spot once the markers were arranged, and I am hopeful for the morrow. Everyone v.tired from poor sleep these nights past - gen. mood somewhat fractious.
November 27th
Attacked. Something drove the horses to a frenzy in the night - fire scuffed and scattered, Lt.M. thankfully having the wit to put out the embers before the whole mountainside was ablaze. Myself knocked down by a bolting beast, B
wn and Sgt.L. trying to halt the animals or determine the threat.
Illusion of two moons. Several hours and much shouting before we were regrouped - v. easy to get lost here, as though it happens within steps. Cadlow heard several times early on, much distres
sd, but no sign of him come morning despite our searching. We must assume the horses will make their own way back.
Scant food from what was not kicked about or soiled; moreover, little water. Two and a half bottles of ration rum and my own whisky remain to taunt us, much as the polluted water in the hollow above. After this noon rest we will try once more to reach the burn below - surely an easier task without the horses. Lt.M. is doing his best to hold all together, and I can only admire his efforts. The others are distant and withdrawn, Sgt.L more resistant to inquiry than B
wn, though the latter has a kind of fey calmness to him I dislike in terms of his health, even if I cannot see any other evidence of sunstroke. Alas that I will be forced to abandon those samples I cannot carry...I must set to sorting out the most necessary.
I entreat anyone who takes this book from my corpse to deliver them to the Royal Society they were hard won. {text is scratched out hard}
Later. Mazed again. It seems we will have to climb down directly ledge to ledge to keep our way, not quite a comfortable prospect but a hearty adventure to tell Lachlan, I hope, when we win clear of this. Some irritable squabbling earlier, from which I do not except myself...all calm now, but we are greatly wearied by the heat and trying circumstances. B
wn making ever more complicated figures of sticks to amuse himself - might ask him to sing one of the hymns he is humming later, as he has the typical Welsh talent for it. Camping a little way from the usual spot for the sake of morale. Lt.M. already trying to sleep, anticipating more nocturnal disturbance (still unclear what set the horses off). Rum and hardtack for supper. Still no sign of Cadlow - God willing he has made it to the water.
Evening. Sgt. Lewry has shot himself.
November 28th
I am alone now. It happened whilst we were at last making good progress, having climbed down directly to a broad and wooded ledge with prospects of a relatively safe path downward at its futher end. Being in need of relief - possibly slightly poisoned by traces of the local flora on my hands & certainly in some sweat and suffering from the rum before - I had betaken myself to a private spot among the foliage whilst the others remained in the clearer space nearer the edge. Despite recording this perhaps two hours after the event (forgot to wind my watch - I am a ledge further down and resting among tantalising new species, trying not to sweat or weep more moisture. Swollen tongue. So many flies) I fear that my vagueness on what happened will be taken as a sign of madness, perhaps a mind unhinged enough to
push...but I did not. It is hard to be sure of anything in this place: I feel the groves, the ridge, the rock
itself to be insane, yet I must believe in my own sanity. I
must, or be lost.
The convict Bowen and Lieutenant Mollingsbrooke were in fair spirits, calm and hale when I left them. I heard alarmed shouting and then screams whilst indisposed and as soon as I could reach the spot both were gone. A boot of B
wn's lay on the bare rock, a little bloody at the ankle, and I believed I could see something pale and the scarlet of Lt.M's uniform coat, tied about his pack at that point, through the fronds of a tree-fern far below.
I hope that is what that red was. The body seemed to lie far out, as though he had leapt or been hurled there, though the former made no sense and I had heard no sound of wings to account for attack from above. I do not think either could have survived such a fall and it is a mercy I saw no movement there. Still, they were gone.
I knelt and lost my senses at the sight - I feel I slept, and had the fatigue to do so, but also that I cried for my companions' loss and the ache of my own lonliness, though I had no tears.
I felt as though the mad land moved as if to speak, but only opened its mouth the mouth in the land mouth below {illegible} I cannot truly say what I did, but eventually I found I had come to clarity whilst climbing away from that dreadful place. I know where I need to go next, and feel safer now, nearer the running water. I will be there soon.