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Title: A Stroll Around Australia Author: Aidan de Brune * A Project Gutenberg of Australia eBook * eBook No.: 1700801h.html Language: English Date first posted: Aug 2017 Most recent update: Dec 2017 This eBook was produced by Roy Glashan. Project Gutenberg of Australia eBooks are created from printed editions which are in the public domain in Australia, unless a copyright notice is included. We do NOT keep any eBooks in compliance with a particular paper edition. Copyright laws are changing all over the world. Be sure to check the copyright laws for your country before downloading or redistributing this file. This eBook is made available at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg of Australia License which may be viewed online at http://gutenberg.net.au/licence.html To contact Project Gutenberg of Australia go to http://gutenberg.net.au
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TO leave Sydney on foot, to walk ten thousand miles (more or less) around Australia, calling at all the ports en route on the four coasts, and to return to Sydney, was the task set me on 20th September, 1921.
It was summer time when I left Sydney, and summer stayed with me until I reached the Queensland border, over 2,000 miles away My route lay up the east coast through Tamworth, Armidale, Glen Innes and Tenterfield to the Queensland border, some 492 miles. This country is some of the most fertile in New South Wales and carries a large population.
Around the Queensland border the orchardist owns sway. Here are large and magnificent orchards surrounding the go-ahead towns where, on market days, one meets prosperous farmers and merchants, everyone intent on the progress and prosperity of the district and town.
The country changed after a while, and I climbed up on the Darling Downs. Here I entered a new but still prosperous, district? Wheat and sheep hold this country, and still fine towns were passed.
Passing through Toowoomba and Maryborough, both big towns, with fine streets and shops, I came to a land new and full of interest—the land of the sugar cane.
Here, huge fields of cane in various stages of growth, met the eye. Tramways were everywhere and led to fine mills. Cane-cutters' camps dotted the fields, and everywhere was activity. About the mills, towns had grown up with clubs for the workers and well-equipped stores.
Brisbane, the capital city of Queensland, is not a large town for the size of the state it rules over. But this is the policy of Queensland. Decentralisation is the rule in the Northern State, and, in consequence, the country is covered with a network of railways running from one large town to another.
Through Rockhampton, Mackay and Townsville I walked, ever north, until I came to Cairns, the end of my first long lead.
At Cairns I turned westward and started my second coast. My route lay along the famous Barron Valley, with its magnificent waterfall, to Mareeba. There I turned towards Almaden and again to Forsayth.
Over the ridge to Georgetown was the next stretch of country. Here were no railways, but the roads were good. As a mining town, Georgetown is almost dead. Houses have been pulled down and abandoned. One queer thing I noted. Georgetown at one time had a local newspaper, but with the downfall of mining the paper lapsed and, when I visited Georgetown, the printing press was standing out in the street.
On to Croydon, another mining town, with, alas, the few mines operating in the hands of tributers and half the town dismantled.
Here I again found a railway and followed it to Normanton, a small port on the Gulf of Carpentaria. Normanton was once a big town exporting an immense quantity of gold, won at the Croydon gold mines.
My next port of call was Burketown, a small agricultural port on the Gulf, and noteworthy to me as the last Queensland town I was to visit.
Two hundreds of miles westward from Burketown I began to climb on to the Barclay Tableland. Lawn Hill Station was the last place I passed in Queensland, and then I came to Herbertvale Station on the Queensland-Northern Territory border.
I entered the territory ten miles southwards of Herbertvale through the gate on the rabbit-proof fence. Twelve miles on I saluted my first Territorian at Gallipoli, a sub-station of the huge Alexandra Station, containing some 14,000 square miles of country.
Then on to Brunette Downs Station, a still larger cattle run, across large plains of fine grass.
The Barclay Tablelands I consider some of the finest grazing lands in Australia. On them I have travelled plains 20 to 30 miles across and never anything but grass. Miles and miles of it, some of the finest grazing in Australia. One wonders if these plains have an ending.
Then a dark line appears on the horizon. Later it resolves into a belt of gidyea trees, with coolibar trees standing before it. These belts of trees are never more than a few hundred yards across. And then out on to another plain, appearing almost illimitable in extent.
Overhead, a fierce tropical sun beats down on this shadeless plain and, throughout the day, dances the mirage.
Scenes of water, vast lakes, with villages, stations and people, the mirage dances the whole day long. How many men have seen these beautiful illusions and taken them for realities? How many men have wandered from the track and finally laid down under some tree to face the inevitable end? One has to set one's face sternly to the one path and disregarded the tempting vision.
Seventy miles past Brunette Downs Station I reached my first territory township. It consisted of but three houses: a store, a police station (the first I had passed in the territory) and an outstation of Brunette Downs.
Then on. Another long spell and I came to the edge of the Tableland and Newcastle Waters and, crossing late at night, reached the station, content to have passed over one of the most perilous zones of my journey.
Again I turned northwards, following the telegraph line to the Katherine River, passing on the way Mataranka Station—a Federal Government enterprise—and Maranboy, my second township in the Territory. Four miles past Katherine township I came to the most northern railway in Australia—the section of the future north-south railway from Emungalen to Darwin.
Ten days' rest in Darwin prepared me for my long trek to Derby. First, I had to come back to Emungalen—a distance of about 190 miles. Then I branched westwards along the Katherine River to King's River.
Here I passed through some of the finest agricultural land in Australia. Let my readers look at a map and draw a line south from Darwin along the railway from Emungalen and then to Wave Hill Station. Turn your pencil westwards to Hall's Creek and then along the Margaret and Fitzroy rivers to Derby. The country enclosed will be some of the finest plantation land in the world and will one day furnish our country with all the rubber, indigo, tobacco, tea, coffee and cocoa it needs.
My route lay through Vestey Bros. series of stations—Manmbaldo, Willeroo and Delemere. Then I passed on to Bovril Estates Ltd and came to Wickham Downs Station on the Victoria River.
Turning at an angle I came up through Jasper Gorge—one of the wonders of Australia—to Timber Creek Police Station, and three miles on to Victoria River Depot, a lonely store on the banks of the lordly river. Here I met Mr. Matt. Wilson, one of the best known identities of the northlands, and found him a kindly host.
Again on an angle I passed through the country owned by Messrs. Connor, Doherty and Durack, by Auvergne, Newry and Argyle stations to the Ord River in Western Australia.
It was at Old Newry, some miles past the present Newry Station, that I passed out of the Northern Territory into Western Australia.
I had then walked 4,229 miles, made up of 492 miles in New South Wales, 2,218 miles in Queensland and 1,519 miles in the Northern Territory. I had still to walk three-quarters of the way around Western Australia, through South Australia and Victoria and half way through New South Wales to Sydney, my final destination.
From Argyll Station I went along the banks of the Ord River to Ivanhoe Station, commonly known as "The Stud," and then branching slightly away to Wyndham. To show how well-watered and difficult this country is, I may add I covered 627 miles between Darwin and Wyndham, whereas the journey by sea is about 300 miles.
From Wyndham to Turkey Creek, where I met Mr. Jim Cunningham, reputed to be the heaviest postmaster in the State. Thence to Hall's Creek, one of the most northern and oldest mining centres in W A., and down the banks of the Margaret and Fitzroy rivers to their junction at Fitzroy Crossing.
Fitzroy Crossing is an unique township. It consists of three houses. First, one comes to the police station, a mile and a half on to the hotel, turn at an angle and travel two miles to the post office. From there it is about a mile and a half back to the police station.
Following the north banks of the Fitzroy River, through stations only a couple of days apart, I came eventually to Derby and there ended my second coast of Australia.
Southwards was the next point of the compass. The route lay along the dreaded Madman's Track to Broome, where I enjoyed my second Christmas of the journey.
Then down to La Grange Telegraph Station, a few miles north of the famous Ninety-mile Beach.
Frazier Downs was the next point of call, and a long stage led to Colangatie outstation, and then to Anna Plains Station. Leaving that station, I turned on to the stock route that lay along the beach, and one day turned on to the seashore to enjoy a swim, from off the centre of this wonderful stretch of sand.
The next house I arrived at was Pardon Station, and then on to the lonely telegraph station at Condon, once the shipping point for Marble Bar, but deserted when the Marble Bar-Port Hedland railway was opened.
DeGray Station was now only 18 miles away. From there I went to Shelley Station and then on to Poondino, on the railway.
I had now travelled 1700 miles since I had seen a railway. Twenty miles on I reached Port Hedland.
My next objective was Roebourne, which I reached after an easy walk. From there I travelled down to Onslow, a town soon to be moved to Beedon, a few miles up the coast.
From Onslow I touched trouble. The season above Carnarvon had been abnormal, and for miles I waded through water.
Carnarvon to Geraldton was my last stretch of the wildlands. From Carnarvon to the Murchison River was bad for sand, and for a few miles past the river.
Twenty-four miles from Murchison House Station I struck the railway at Ajana—and civilisation.
At Geraldton I met with a warm reception. Then down the railway to Mingenew and Three Springs to Moora, where I was welcomed as one from a far, far, perilous journey.
From Moora I am travelling to Perth and Fremantle. Then to Albany along the south coast to Esperance, Eucla, Port Augusta to Adelaide, Melbourne and back to Sydney, my starting point.
Everywhere I have been received cordially and every assistance has been given me on my wearisome way. When I arrive home I shall have very pleasant memories of the many friends I have made on this ten thousand miles trip on foot.
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