Spring Creek, Ovens Diggings, Dec. 18. 1852.

Here we are at The Broken River, thirty miles farther on our way. We left Euroa on Thursday, and we are now resting on the Sunday. We felt that so long as we continued in inaction, notwithstanding the kindness of our hosts, we should never get entirely rid of our indisposition. Alfred and Edward, as well as myself, were affected by it. We therefore resolved to set out and try what change of place would do; and on Thursday afternoon, we made a short stage. The moment that we moved on, we left our tiresome enemy behind. Every symptom disappeared, and I was as well as ever, except for debility. But I can already comfortably walk about five miles a day, and the rest I ride in a snug corner of the load, which these good boys have made for me. We have camped for the day on the banks of The Broken River, so called because it is broken into many channels. There is a village here and two inns. We had a letter to Mr. Smythe, the Commissioner of Crown Lands here; but he is at the Ovens Diggings. His overseer, however, offered us anything that he had in the garden; so that we have a good supply of vegetables; and he would have baked us some loaves, had it not been Sunday.