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168.
This morning George and Van left to spend the weekend at
Seagreen's farm, about 14 miles out of town on the Endeavour River.
This time their main object is the whiptail wallaby.
Cocktown is celebrating the Kennedy Centenary today. A sports
meeting in the main street, and the unveiling of a monument to
Kennedy and his party. In 1848, Kennedy, leading a party of 13 men,
made the first land exploration of the Cape York Peninsula. Kennedy
was speared by the blacks, and all but two of his followers perished.
Dan O'Brien, secretary of the Royal Geographical Soc. of Queensland,
was here for the occasion. Mrs. Boyd, 83-year old pioneer
of the Peninsula (wakka went to Merluna with her husband in 1888)
did the unveiling. Hodges, chairman of the Cook Shire Council,
was leader of the piece. I was roped in to take a seat of honor and
make a speech.
Sunday Sept.26: It was about 4 PM, and subsequent to several false rumors of
her starting time, that the Wandana sailed for Portland Roads
and Thursday Island. Aboard were our three blackboys and Joe the cook. I was
not at the wharf to see them off. There had been too many tearful farewells
from Joe in the bars of the town for me to feel like facing another. Today,
however, Joe was in reasonably good shape; shaved, bathed, and dressed in good
new brown shoes, gaberdine pants, white shirt and panama hat. He even appeared
for lunch on the ship, I'm told. Like most hard-drinking men, Joe eats nothing
when really on the booze.
Joe has plans to go prospecting in the remote and little known Escape River
country. With him, if things work out, will be a white partner (Dard McDowall,
I believe) and a blackboy. Gold seems to be the main attraction. There are
vague stories of gold in that area, although by whom found I can not learn.
Jack Gordon has no doubt been through the Escape River country on one or other
of his long trips into the bush. Just before World War II, or it may have been
World War I, two prospectors were lost in the general area which includes the
heads of the Escape and Jardine Rivers. Dick Holland was one who searched for
them. The bones of one [illegible] of the lost men were found. Nothing has been
seen or heard of his mate. At the outset of their trip they landed on the
cost from a boat, and they travelled on foot. A present day attraction in the
Escape River country, and one which is not spoken of out loud, is the reported
presence there of wrecked American aircraft which came down during the war and
might contain some good loot. Adventurers up Thursday Island way talk of making
an effort to find these aircraft, but I doubt if anyone has actually made an
attempt. It was whispered to me that if I took our expedition into the Escape
country we might find something "worth while." Dolf Perkins, a very good
bushman and prospector of Portland Roads, is building a boat with the expressed
intention of taking a crack at the Escape River country.
Joe will have some of our discarded camp gear in his outfit. A tent of U.S.
Army green duck, the lamp he used, some cooking utensils, etc. He bought a
stock of groceries in Cooktown. And amongst his stores were 6 bottles of OP rum
which he swore he would land intact for the entertainment of the friends who
were sure to be gathered on the wharf to meet the Wandana at Portland Roads.
Toward the end of his job with us, Joe saved pumpkin, papaya, granadilla and
citrus seeds to plant at his camps in the bush. I wish him luck. He did a good
job for us, except when the booze had hold of him, and that was whenever he
could get enough to drink.