Journals Of Two Expeditions Of Discovery In North West And Western Australia Volume 1 (Of 2) by George Grey (read book txt) π
Took Their Origin From A Proposition Made To Government By Myself, In
Conjunction With Lieutenant Lushington,* In The Latter Part Of The Year
1836.
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The Largest And Best I Had Yet Seen, Containing Trees And Birds Such As
We Had Not Before Met With; Kangaroos Were More Plentiful, And, For The
First Time, We Saw The Opossum. The Valley Was More Than A Mile In Width
At The Point Where We First Made It, And We Had But Just Time To Cross It
And To Gain The Partial Shelter Of Some Rocks When Heavy Rain Again Set
In. We Could Keep No Fire And, Being Soon Wet Through, Passed A Wretched
Night.
December 21.
We All Today Began To Feel The Want Of Food; Since Sunday Night We Had
Subsisted On Nothing But Rice And Tea, And Only In Very Small Quantities
At A Time, As The Heavy Rain Had Materially Interrupted Our Cooking. As
There Was Plenty Of Game In This Valley I Determined To Halt For A Day
Previously To My Return To The Party, For The Double Purpose Of Exploring
The Valley And Of Shooting Game.
Cuckoo-Pheasant.
The Large Bird Which Was The Most Abundant Here Was The Cuculus Phasianus
Or Pheasant Cuckoo. This Bird In Colour, In Length Of Tail, In Its Size,
And General Appearance So Closely Resembles The Hen Pheasant Of England
That, When It Is On The Wing, It Is Almost Impossible To Tell The
Difference; Its Habits And Food Are Also Identical With That Of The
English Pheasant. The Chief Point Of Distinction Is That Its Toes Point
Two Before And Two Behind, In The Same Manner As Those Of A Parrot; But
What Is Very Remarkable About This Bird Is That, Although, Like The Other
Scansores, It Delights In Climbing And Running Up Trees, It Is Equally
Fond Of Running Along The Ground In The Manner A Pheasant Does.
Sporting.
This Day I Found Plenty Of These Birds In A Cover Of Long Dry Grass And
Bushes About Half My Height. From This Kind Of Ground I Descended To Deep
Volume 1 Chapter 6 (Hanover Bay And Its Vicinity) Pg 65Lagoons In The Bottoms, With Rushes, Reeds, And Dense Tropical Vegetation
Around Them, Amongst Which The Bamboo And Pandanus Bore A Conspicuous
Figure; As I Beat This Cover The Pheasants, With Their Whirring Noise,
Rose On All Sides Of Me, And My Westley Richards Was Kept In Constant
Operation. I Never Enjoyed A Better Day's Pheasant Shooting In Any
Preserve In England; And I May Here Remark That North-Western Australia
Is As Good A Country For Sport In The Shooting Way As I Am Acquainted
With; Whilst For Every Kind Of Sport Except Wild-Fowl Shooting The
Southern Part Of Australia Is The Worst Country In The World. My Bag
Being Full, And My Companions Very Hungry, I Had No Excuse For Staying
Longer Away From Them, And Therefore Returned, Although Very Loth To
Leave Such Beautiful Scenery And Such Excellent Sport.
Fertile Country Descried.
In The Interval Between The Showers, And Whilst The Men Were Trying To
Kindle A Fire, I Ascended A Sandstone Range Under The Shelter Of Some
Rocks Near The Summit Of Which We Were Encamped; From This Elevated
Position I Saw A Far Better Country To The South Of Us Than Any We Had
Yet Traversed; And The Prospect Was So Cheering In This Direction That I
Felt Assured, When It Was Once Gained With The Horses, We Should Be Able
To Travel On With Comparative Rapidity And Facility.
Native Haunts.
Having Emptied My Bag I Started Again To Commence The Exploration Of The
Valley We Were In. It Sloped First In A North-Easterly And Then In A
Nearly Easterly Direction; The River That Ran Through It Was In Some
Places Almost Dry, Or Was Rather A Chain Of Large Ponds Than A River,
Several Of These Ponds Being More Than A Hundred Yards Across. I Followed
The Valley Down For About Five Miles In The Direction Of Prince Regent's
River And Found To My Surprise That This Part Was By No Means Thinly
Inhabited By Natives; Still, As None Of The Traces I Had Yet Seen Were
Very Recent, I Trusted That We Should Not Fall In With Any Considerable
Body.
Traces Of Natives.
At Length However I Came Upon A Spot Which A Number Of Them Appeared To
Have Quitted Only An Hour Or Two Before, And Where They Had Been Sitting
Under A Large Tree At The Edge Of One Of These Ponds; Their Recent Fire
Had Been First Slaked With Water And Sand Then Thrown Over It. I Knew
Therefore That They Had Been Disturbed, And Most Probably By My Gun; But
Not Before They Had Made A Hearty Meal Of Roasted Fresh-Water Mussels
(Unios) And Nuts Of A Kind Which Grew On A Large Shady Tree In Pods, Like
A Tamarind Pod, The Kernel Being Contained In A Shell, Of Which Each Pod
Held Several, And The Fruit Tasting Exactly Like Filberts. The Spot Was
Admirably Suited For Their Purpose; Their Bark Beds Were Placed Under The
Shelter Of This Tree And Only A Few Yards Distant From The Pond, Which
Contained Abundance Of Large Unios.
Volume 1 Chapter 6 (Hanover Bay And Its Vicinity) Pg 66
Attack Of Natives.
I Sat Down Under The Nut Tree To Consider What Was My Best Plan To Adopt.
From The Signs Around Us The Natives Were Evidently Much More Numerous
Than I Had Expected: In The Event Of Anything Happening To One Of The
Three Our Return To The Main Party Might Be Considerably Impeded, If Not
Altogether Prevented; And Although, From The Superiority Of Our Weapons
Over Theirs, I Entertained But Little Doubt As To The Issue Of Any
Contest We Might Be Forced Into, The Calls Of Humanity As Well Is Of
Personal Interest Warned Me To Do My Utmost To Avoid An Affray.
Return Towards Hanover Bay.
I Returned Therefore To The Party And, Having Made Our Dinner From
Pheasant Soup And Birds Which Had Been First Split In Two And Then Nicely
Roasted On The Ashes, We Commenced Our Journey Homewards, Cautiously And
Circumspectly, That We Might Run No Risk Of Being Surprised. Until The
Evening Began To Close Upon Us We Pursued Our Route Through Scenery
Similar To That We Had Passed The Day Before, Our Course Laying Several
Miles To The Northward Of Our Former Track; And When We Halted For The
Night I Carefully Chose A Good Position And, Mentioning My Apprehensions
Concerning The Natives To The Men In Such A Way As To Put Them On Their
Guard Without Exciting Their Alarm, We Bivouacked For The Night. Soon
After Sunset The Thunderstorms Of The Previous Evening Were Renewed,
Accompanied By Tremendous Rain. This Was Unfortunate As It Rendered It
Nearly Impossible For Us To Keep Our Arms In An Efficient State.
December 22.
After Passing A Wretched And Uncomfortable Night We Started Before Dawn,
Pursuing A Direction About West By North, And Passed One Of The Openings
From Prince Regent's River Laid Down In Captain King's Chart, And There
Left Without A Termination, Which I Had Thus An Opportunity Of Fixing.
Having Completed About Six Miles I Halted For Breakfast. No Signs
Whatever Of The Natives Had Been Again Seen; This Restored My Confidence
And, As The Sun Was Intensely Hot And We Were Much Fatigued, We Lay About
In Rather A Careless And Imprudent Way. Fortunately The Gathering Clouds
Prognosticated That We Should Soon Have Rain; And, As We Could Get No
Good Shelter Where We Were, I Ordered The Men To Move On: We Had Just
Gained The Top Of The Range When A Violent Storm Of Rain Overtook Us, I
Therefore Doubled Back About A Hundred Yards To The Left Of Our Former
Track To Gain Some Rocks Forming A Portion Of A Detached Group Upon A
Tableland, And Which I Had Observed As We Passed Them.
Attacked By Natives.
Scarcely Had We Reached These Rocks, And Sheltered Ourselves Under The
Overhanging Projections, When I Saw A Savage Advancing With A Spear In
His Right Hand, And A Bundle Of Similar Weapons In His Left; He Was
Followed By A Party Of Thirteen Others, And With Them Was A Small Dog Not
Volume 1 Chapter 6 (Hanover Bay And Its Vicinity) Pg 67Of The Kind Common To This Country. The Men Were Curiously Painted For
War, Red Being The Predominant Colour, And Each Man Carried Several
Spears, A Rowing Stick, And A Club. Their Chief Was In Front, And
Distinguished By His Hair Being Of A Dark Red Colour From Some
Composition With Which It Was Smeared; The Others Followed Him Close,
Noiselessly, And With Stealthy Pace, One By One, Whilst He, Crouching
Almost To The Earth, Pricked Off Our Trail.
We Remained Concealed And Motionless Until They Had All Passed, But The
Moment They Came To Where We Had Turned Off They Discovered Our Retreat,
And Raised Loud Shouts Of Triumph, As, Forming Themselves Into A
Semicircle, They Advanced Upon Us, Brandishing Their Spears And Bounding
From Rock To Rock. It Was In Vain That I Made Friendly Signs And
Gestures, They Still Closed Upon Us, And To My Surprise I Heard Their
War-Cry Answered By A Party Who Were Coming Over The High Rocks In Our
Rear, Which I Had Flattered Myself Protected Us In That Direction.
Our Situation Was Now So Critical That I Was Compelled To Assume A
Hostile Attitude. I Therefore Shouted In Answer To Their Cries And,
Desiring The Men To Fire One At A Time If I Gave The Word, I Advanced
Rapidly, At The Same Time Firing One Barrel Over Their Heads. This Had
The Desired Effect. With The Exception Of One More Resolute Than The Rest
They Fled On All Sides, And He, Finding His Efforts Unavailing, Soon
Followed Their Example.
Return To The Encampment. Hanover Bay.
Feeling However That The Neighbourhood We Were In Was A Dangerous One,
And Being Anxious To Know Whether The Party I Had Left At The
Encampment--Only Six In Number--Had Seen These Natives, I Hurried Our
March, Although The Rain Fell In Torrents All Day; And We That Night Made
The Camp.
Proceedings There During My Absence.
I Found The Party All In Good Health And Spirits: They Had Seen Nothing
Whatever Of The Natives During My Absence. The Sailing Of The Lynher Had
Been Unfortunately Delayed Until The 21st Of December. On The 18th And
19th The Tides Had Been So Low That, Although Mr. Lushington Had Done His
Utmost, The Schooner Made Little Or No Progress In Her Watering. On The
20th The Crew And Whole Party Were
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