Susan McConnel – Goanna
We traveled by easy stages towards home, our ration being finished.  Stuart went on ahead, promising to bring us some, but never returned, and we had nothing to eat for three days, all the stations being off the track.  We were both staving, and while the cattle were camping at midday, we killed three iguanas and roasted their tails on the ashes.  They proved superior in flavour to any chicken I had ever tasted.