SEQ History

South East Queensland History

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Our provisions having run very short, Paddy Hogan and Billy were sent off with the bullock-team to Brisbane, to bring up a load of supplies which had been sent up by our Sydney agents, W. Walker & Co., in the cutter John, of seventy or eighty tons, then the only craft trading between Brisbane and Sydney. Two days after the team had started, I again mounted Ploughboy, and set off on their tracks, with the intention of overtaking them and going on to Brisbane to take delivery of the supplies from the Government storekeeper, Mr. Cunnan, who, by the permission of the Sydney Government, took charge of the squatters' goods and chattels coming from Sydney, and stored them in the Government store until taken away by the owners. So hard up were we for provisions (except mutton) on the station, that the only food I took with me was a few pounds of that article and a piece of damper about twice the size of my fist. On this meagre fare and lots of water, I had to subsist for nearly three days, camping at night without any fire lest the blacks should see it, and, making a raid on me, nearly unarmed as I was, put a sudden and violent end to my career. This lack of fire and smoke fave the mosquitoes a grand opportunity for exacting their usual tribute, and between their attentions, and perhaps a small degree of nervousness, my sleep was by no means either long or sound during these two night. About noon on the third day I overtook the dray, but, supposing we were then within ten or twelve miles of Limestone (since named Ipswich), I did not think it worth while to stop the dray and ask Paddy for some food, though my own stock had been exhausted for more than twelve hours, in spite of the utmost economy in its consumption; nor did I then feel very hungry - that stage was past. I pushed on, therefore, without stopping the team; but Limestone, instead of being about a dozen miles off, was nearer twenty, and by the time I dismounted at the cottage occupied by the Government storekeeper, where travellers were entertained (then the only dwelling-house in the place), I was pretty well used up with hunger and want of sleep, and staggered along the verandah like a tipsy, and, I fear, altogether disreputable-looking vagrant. I was met however by the storekeeper's wife with smiles of welcome, all the more appreciated us, with one exception (Mrs. Goodwin on the Severn road), this was first white woman...[continue Page 63]

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