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- , THE TOP OF THt HILL.
i Signposts of the-Outback.
Dear "Non-Corn."-Most city folk, when travelling bent, have their way plainly marked. Sign-posts or mile pegs mark the way.
The bushmen, especially the drovers with sheep and cattle from up north, have their road equally well marked. Although perhaps those "mile-pegs" may bear little significance to the average person, they are quite evident to the drover, telling him of a further stage of his journey over.
With the Roebourne Plains falling be-hind after Yarraloola station is passed, it is not many miles before Chullyong Pool is reached. Situated in the Robe River, with one bank a line of cliff-like rocks, this is truly an imposing stretch of water, an ideal watering place for Stock, though quicksand is encountered here occasionally. Prom here the spinifex country stands out in contrast to the rolling Roebourne Plains.
From here passing Red Hill a table top hill is seen. It was here that two drovers were caught in a "willy." Jack Mallet, one of the drovers, pushed his sheep on to the table top hill, whilst Bill Clarkson, the other, was unfortunately caught in a water-course between the hills, with the result that Mallet got through with practically no loss, while Clarkson had a considerable number drowned.
The stock route winds from here, through portion of Nanutarra, and comes out on the Ashburton, near its, junction with Duck Creek. The Ashburton ls followed for a period, Bullaloo station is passed; and the route leaves the river again, travelling south till the Henry River is reached. It was near here that two well-known drovers had their smash.
Several years.ago, Joe Waldeck and Jack Lyons were coming down, only a day or so apart, and struck poison. Out of a mob of 4,000 old Joe lost approximately 1,600 sheep. Jack lost a proportionately large number from his big mob.
Not many miles from here, further up the Henry, is where old "Rusty" Fleming got into a fix with one of his native stockmen. Rusty was travelling south With stock at the time, and on one night camp the native "stripped for war," caught Rusty at a disadvantage, belaboured him with his nulla nulla, and ran vanished Into the night.
Leaving the Henry, Maroonah is passed, the Lyons River ls reached, crossed and followed, through Minnie Creek, across the Arthur River, past Lyons River station, till finally a few miles below Lyons River wool shed the route leaves the river and crosses a series of small plains. These have proved a death trap to numerous travelling sheep. Poison grows here at certain periods.
Crossing the Gascoyne near the 10 mile well, the Dalry Creek is soon reached and followed. Past a small low hill, said to be the site of a native battle in the long ago, past the remains of old Jack Jordan's "Boundary Btore" (haven of many a drover in days gone by), past plant's Well with Its poison patches, till eventually, reaching old Dick Fox's grave (at that time crudely marked with a peg but from a gum-sucker} the stock route leaves the "Dairy" once more, and strikes across the hills and "wanyu" scrub till Belang Pool is reached.
Walled in on three sides by high cliffs with the pool itself at the foot of a waterfall and only approachable up the creek bed itself this water.is a boon to the thirsty stock after their dry stage from Plant's Well.
It was here that a drover Jack Mallet, I believe) camped one night with a "jumpy" mob from the north. The mob "galloped" during the night, and the night watchman, with the fear crazed cattle tearing through the night, on one side of him, the steep bank of the creek on the other, and rough, broken ground ahead, raced the night horse through the darkness, until he finally blocked the mob only a few short yards from the cliffs, with their drop to the creek bed, some 50ft. below.
With Belang behind, the Worramel is crossed at Walarie, and Byro Station is soon reached. There the weary drover curses the fence that keeps his foot-sore stock from the softer ground of the creek bed, and forces them to travel for miles over low stoney hills.
Here also is where Atkinson had his smash. With his cattle stringing in the daylight gloom, he was greeted with the sight of about 40 of his beasts lying dead on camp. This was not his total loss either.
These are the drovers' "mile-pegs." As they battle down from the far north, past stock-route wells, with their long lengths of troughing, and upthrust whip-ping gear, across dry rivers, with their banks lined with gum trees, over erratic-ally meandering cattle pads ("sign-posts" of the water nearby) they are spread over hundreds of miles of country, slowly changing as the mobs string by, until eventually, they fade away where the last tired bullock, or last ragged sheep ls finally prodded up some trucking race, or counted over to an agent or buyer. .
They are always there, grim reminders bf the trials ahead, as they bridge the miles and mark the way on the stock routes outback.
SHORTHORN, Meekatharra. [11]
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