Journals Of Two Expeditions Of Discovery In North West And Western Australia Volume 1 (Of 2), George Grey [robert munsch read aloud txt] 📗

Waterholes Were Nearly All

Dried Up,  And In The Bottom Of These The Natives Had Scooped Their Little

Wells.

 

The River Channel Ran Up In A Due North-East Direction For About Four

Miles Without In The Least Altering Its Character. It Was In Vain That We

Walked Over The Intervening Slips Of Land Into The Side Channels; These

In All Respects Except In Being Narrower Exactly Resembled The Main One;

And,  After Ranging Across From Bank To Bank In This Way,  The Only General

Conclusion I Could Arrive At Was That The Country Upon The Northern Bank

Of The River Appeared Scrubby And Covered With Samphire Swamps,  Whilst

That Upon Its Southern Bank Seemed Rich And Promising.

 

Explore The Country Inland To The North Of The River.

 

The River Now Made A Sudden Turn To The East By North,  And We Followed It

In This Direction For Three Miles And A Half Without Finding The

Slightest Change In Its Character Or Appearance. No High Land Whatever

Was In Sight,  And From A Low Rounded Hill,  Which Was The Highest Point We

Could See,  The Rise Of The Country Towards The Interior Was Scarcely

Perceptible; Indeed It Presented The Appearance Of Being A Vast Delta;

And Such I Then And Subsequently Conjectured It To Be.

 

During Our Walk Up The Bed Of The River We Had Seen Many Cockatoos,  Some

Wildfowl,  And Numerous Tracks Of Natives; These All Appeared To Me To Be

Indications Of A Well Watered And Fertile Tract Of Country.

 

I Now Turned Off West By South,  Quitting The Bed Of The River,  Which I

Named The Gascoyne In Compliment To My Friend,  Captain Gascoyne,  And

Found That We Were In A Very Fertile District,  Being One Of Those

Splendid Exceptions To The General Sterility Of Australia Which Are Only

Occasionally Met With: It Apparently Was One Immense Delta Of Alluvial

Soil Covered With Gently Sloping Grassy Rises,  For They Could Scarcely Be

Called Hills; And In The Valleys Between These Lay Many Freshwater

Lagoons Which Rested Upon A Red Clay Soil That Tinged The Water Of Its

Own Colour And Gave It An Earthy Taste.

 

The Country Here Was But Very Lightly Timbered And Well Adapted For

Either Agricultural Or Pastoral Purposes,  But Especially For The Growth

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Of Cotton And Sugar,  Should The Climate Be Sufficiently Warm; And Of This

I Think There Can Be No Doubt Whatever. I Was So Won By The Discovery Of

This Rich District That I Wandered On Unconscious Of The Fatigue Of The

Party,  Roaming From Rising Ground To Rising Ground,  And Hoping From Each

Eminence To Gain A View Of High Land To The Eastward,  But On All Sides I

Could See Nothing But The Same Low Fertile Country. I However Felt

Conscious That Within A Few Years Of The Moment At Which I Stood There A

British Population,  Rich In Civilization And The Means Of Transforming An

Unoccupied Country To One Teeming With Inhabitants And Produce,  Would

Have Followed My Steps And Be Eagerly And Anxiously Examining My Charts;

And This Reflection Imparted A High Degree Of Interest And Importance To

Our Present Position And Operations.

 

Return To The River.

 

The Darkness Of Night Was Now Closing Round Us And Kaiber The Native,

With His Long Thin Legs,  Put Himself At The Head Of The Party And,  Taking

A Star For His Guide,  Led Us With Rapid And Lengthy Paces Across The

Plains To The Encampment,  Where We Found The Party Anxiously Waiting To

Hear What Success We Had Met With. Poor Mr. Smith Was Very Unwell Tonight

With A Feverish Attack. Mr. Walker Had Prescribed For Him And Ordered Him

To Be Kept Quiet. I Got A Meridian Altitude Of Procyon Which Put Us In 24

Degrees 56 Minutes 57 Seconds South Latitude.

 

March 6.

 

Mr. Smith Was If Anything Worse This Morning,  And I Learned From Some Of

The Men That He Had Been Wandering About All Night,  And Had Bathed

Several Times In The River. I Remonstrated With Him About Having Done So,

But He Excused Himself,  And I Determined To Remain Stationary At This

Point For A Day Or Two To Give Him Plenty Of Rest Before We Again Started

On Our Cruise Along The Coast.

 

Plan Of Future Proceedings.

 

After The Discovery Of The Gascoyne The Plan I Made Up My Mind To Follow

Was To Examine Rapidly The Coast As Far As Cape Cuvier,  To Return From

That Point To Bernier Island And Refit; Then Once More To Visit The

Gascoyne Properly Equipped,  And Thoroughly Explore The Adjacent District

To The Distance Of Fifty Or Sixty Miles Inland; And Lastly To Examine The

Unknown Portion Of Shark Bay Which Lay To The Southward Of Us.

 

At 6 A.M. The Thermometer Stood At 76 Degrees Fahrenheit In The Shade,

And This And The Temperature During Our Stay In Shark Bay Proves That The

Climate There Is Very Warm. Before Breakfast I Had Wells Sunk In Several

Places At Some Little Distance Inland In Order To Ascertain The Nature Of

The Subsoil,  For We Were Abundantly Supplied With Water From The Lagoons.

In Every Instance,  After Digging Down To The Depth Of From Six To Seven

Feet Through A Rich Loam,  We Reached A Regular Sandy Sea Beach And Salt

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Water (It Must However Be Recollected That We Dug In The Deepest Hollows)

So That It Appeared As If The Whole Of This Flat Country Was A Formation

Left Upon The Shoals With Which The Coast Is Bounded; And It Almost

Seemed As If The Sea Still Flowed In Upon Its Old Bed And Under This

Recent Freshwater Deposit.

 

Directly After Breakfast I Got Ferried Across The River To The Island

Lying Between Its Two Mouths,  Which I Called Babbage Island After C.

Babbage,  Esquire. This Island Is Low And Sandy In All Parts Except Where

It Fronts The Sea; But On That Side A Row Of High Sandy Dunes Have Been

Thrown Up. There Is No Very Good Land On It,  It Being Almost Covered With

Samphire Swamps And Intersected By Deep Channels Into Which The Sea Runs;

These Are Nearly Concealed In Some Places By The Vegetation,  Which

Rendered It Impossible To Avoid Sundry Falls And Wettings In Crossing It.

It Bears A Few Mangroves But I Saw No Other Trees.

 

The Men Throughout The Day Were Occupied In Watering And In Making Canvas

Cloths For My Boats To Prevent The Water From Pouring In Over The

Gunwales,  Which Were Very Low; And My Own Time Was Sufficiently Occupied

In Surveying. On My Return In The Evening I Found Mr. Smith So Much Wore

Cheerful And So Much Better That I Determined To Start About Noon The

Next Day For The Northward.

 

Excursion To The North Of The River.

 

March 7.

 

I Went Off With A Party Before Dawn To Explore The Country To The

Northward Of The Gascoyne. We Crossed The River Just Above The Point

Where It Separates Into Two Mouths,  And Then Struck Off In A North By

East Direction. Travelling About A Mile After We Had Crossed The River We

Came To Seven Native Huts,  Built Of Large-Sized Logs,  Much Higher And

Altogether Of A Very Superior Description To Those Made By The Natives On

The South-Western Coast. Kaiber Examined Them Very Carefully And Then

Proposed That We Should Go No Farther,  As He Thought That The Natives

Must Be Very Large Men From Their Having Such Large Huts. We However

Pushed Forward And,  As I Had None But Good Walkers With Me,  We Made About

Nine Miles In Two Hours And A Half: Throughout The Whole Of This Distance

We Saw Nothing That Could Be Called A Hill,  The Whole Country Being

Evidently At Times Flooded Up To The Foot Of A Gently-Rising Land Which

We Distinguished To The Eastward. We Did Not Notice A Single Tree But

Plenty Of Low Prickly Bushes,  Samphire,  And A Small Plant Somewhat

Resembling The English Heath. The Weather Was Very Hot,  And At The End Of

The Nine Miles We Reached A Saltwater Inlet So Broad And Deep That We

Could Not Cross It. We Here Halted And Rested A Little And Then Made Our

Way Back To The Boats.

 

Approach Of Natives.

 

I Found Mr. Smith Much Better And,  There Being Now Nothing To Delay Us,

We Started. When We Had Got About Half A Mile Down The River We Saw Two

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Natives Following Us Along The Shore,  Jumping About In The Most

Extraordinary Way,  And,  From Their Gesticulations And Manner,  Evidently

Ordering Us To Quit The Coast. From The Mountebank Actions Of These

Fellows I Guessed That They Were Two Of The Native Sorcerers,  Who Were

Charming Us Away But,  As I Was Not Disposed To Be So Easily Got Rid Of,

We Pulled Near The Shore And Lay Upon Our Oars To Give Them An

Opportunity Of Coming Up To Us.

 

Attempt At A Conference. Interview With Natives.

 

Upon This They Mounted A Little Eminence,  Blew Most Furiously At Us,  And

Performed Other Equally Efficacious Ceremonies. I However Felt Just As

Well After We Had Been Subjected To This Dire Sorcery As I Did Before;

And We Continued To Pull Gently Along The Shore,  Still Trying To Induce

Them To Approach,  Which They At Last Did,  Having Nothing But A

Fishing-Spear In Their Hands. To Entice Them Towards Us I Had Made Kaiber

Strip Himself And Stand Up In The Boat; And Now That They Were Near

Enough To Us I Told Him To Call Out To Them And Say That We Were Friends.

He Hereupon Shouted Out,  "Come In,  Come In; Mr. Grey Sulky Yu-A-Da;" By

Which He Intended To Say,  "Come Here,  Come Here; Mr. Grey Is Not Angry

With You." The Two Sorcerers,  Utterly Confused By This Mode Of Address,

Committed More Overt Acts Of Witchcraft Towards Us Than They Had Even

Hitherto Done; And Kaiber,  Turning Round To Me,  Said,  "Weak Ears Have

They And Wooden Foreheads; They Do Not Understand The Southern Language."

But As I Was Dissatisfied With His Proof Of Their Knowledge Of The

Southern Language I Desired Him To Wade Ashore And Speak To Them.

 

Kaiber's Dread Of Them.

 

This Order Of Mine Was A Perfect Thunderbolt To Kaiber. He,  In Common

With All The Aboriginal Inhabitants Of