I remain with the Bush Rangers, and despair of effecting my escape – We make an attempt at robbery, but are foiled – I believe myself to be an object of suspicion with my companions – We pass Hunter’s River, and enter the woods.

Towards the close of the day, the horses with their owner, commenced their homeward journey, and every hope of getting away from the Bush Rangers, by their means, was at an end. I witnessed their departure with feelings of melancholy, truly excruciating. On all former occasions, whatever the affliction which I had to deplore, whatever the errors past, with which I had to reproach myself, I had not experienced the dread which now came over me, of being shortly involved in scenes of real guilt, which in all human probability, would terminate in bringing me to a disgraceful end, in that country, and thus make it appear to those in England who remembered me with kindness, and for whose good opinion I was still solicitous, that the fate I had once so narrowly escaped, was one which I was resolute to deserve.