| Narandera being on the high road from Sydney to the
      Mount Brown diggings via Hay, I took the precaution to give
      in my name for a seat in the coach two or three days
      beforehand, as every train to Narandera brings in numbers of
      eager travelers, whose first words on stepping on to the
      platform are, "Where is Cobb and Co.'s booking office?" and
      although the coach leaves for Hay three times a week, the
      proprietors have had occasion once or twice to put on an
      extra vehicle.1 At 1.30 p.m. we were being slowly dragged through the
      Narandera sand by four fine greys.  With the exception
      of myself, the passengers were diggers, off for Mount Brown,
      regardless of warning, most of them having come away from
      Temora in disgust, and having left tons weight of unwashed
      dirt behind, which, however, they did not leave without
      registering.  By-the-bye, going from Temora to Mount
      Brown, seems to me very like the proverbial jumping from the
      fryingpan into the fire, as reports from the latter are, up
      to the present, anything but cheerful, the water being
      exhausted, and not much prospect of any more just yet; but
      the Australian digger is, and always will be, a roving kind
      of investigator, who would rather do anything than sit still
      and wait. On leaving Narandera the coach track takes a parallel
      course midway between the river and the railway, until we get
      to a place known as "The Murdering Sandhill," where the
      terrible tragedy of the Pohlmann Brothers' murder took place
      some 12 or 13 years back; it will be remembered that after
      the murder the bodies were burnt, and only a few ashes were
      recovered; the spot is marked by an enclosure.  Here the
      coach road diverges from the railway line. A few miles further brings us to the head station (15
      miles from Narandera) of J.H. Douglas, Esq., M.P. for the
      district.  This station (N. Yanko) has about 14 miles
      frontage to the river by an average of 25 miles in depth, and
      contains some 95,000 acres of purchased land.  At
      present it depastures about 105,000 sheep; the quality of the
      wool being well known in the market, needs no comment from
      me.  The homestead is one of the most perfect in this
      part of the district, the garden itself containing several
      acres closely stocked with every variety of fruit,
      vegetables, and flowers, is kept in perfect order and watered
      by means of a wind-power water lifter, which also amply
      supplies all the needs of homestead as well as the
      garden.  Mr. Douglas is, I believe, a general favourite
      all over the district, and from all accounts is just the man
      to represent it. A further journey of eight miles and we arrive at the
      Gogelderie head station, the property of Messrs. Hebden
      Bros.  This, in common with most pastoral properties
      about here, was originally a cattle station, and Gogelderie
      was then looked upon as the ne plus ultra of fattening
      ground, but the present proprietors have changed the stock to
      sheep, which appears to succeed quite as well as the former
      denizens.  One of the brothers, Mr. Charles Hebden, has
      lately purchased an extensive property on the Paroo River,
      and as he believes in personal supervision, will shortly be
      leaving the district for that part. 
| A few days previous to this, the Rev. A.B. West, the
      clergyman at Narandera, than whom a more kindly fellow never
      lived, had driven me out to this station via Yanko, where I
      had partaken of the hospitality of the
      proprietors. Gogelderie, which contains about 220 square miles, is
      at present stocked with 65,000 sheep or thereabouts, and a
      small but select herd of cattle, and could, I am told, carry
      many more.  The proprietors have gone to an enormous
      expense in selecting and improving, the number of tanks and
      dams being almost incredible.  About a mile from
      Gogelderie is placed the primitive letter box shown in our
      illustration. After passing Gogelderie, the country opens out more
      into plains than previously, one being able to see even a
      dead level country for miles, the only high ground being the
      Merool ranges, which trend away in a north-westerly direction
      until fairly out of sight. |  "Bush Letter Box, near Gogelderie
      Station"
 (image adapted from illustration in the Town
 and Country Journal article).
 |  A journey of ten miles brings us to Cuba head
      station, the property of Mr. McGaw.  This one of the
      largest runs on the north bank of the Murrumbidgee,
      including, as it does, several extensive stations
      amalgamated.  It contains about 4000 square miles, and
      is, like all these Murrumbidgee stations, under sheep. 
      The shed employs over 70 shearers.  The pontoon bridge
      shown in our illustration is used for crossing sheep. It is a
      portable arrangement, and is "laid" only when wanted for
      use. The township of Darlington proper was formerly part
      of this run, and is situated about two miles to the westward
      of the homestead.  The soil from Yanko to this place
      appears to have changed its character altogether, as also the
      grasses, the former being of a richer nature, and more
      approaching the black volcanic soil, and the latter also
      proportionately richer.Having made arrangements with Mr. Bradley, Cobb and
      Co's agent, to break my journey here for two days, as I
      wished to see the Aboriginal Mission School, I stepped out of
      the coach into the darkness, for it was now 8 p.m., leaving
      my mining fellow travellers arguing over a bottle of whiskey,
      about some technicalities in the digging line, of which I was
      altogether at sea.  I was soon, however, seated before a
      cheerful fire, for it was a terribly cold night, smoking the
      pipe (or rather cigarette) of peace, at the Coach and Horses
      Hotel. The township on the north side of the river was
      formed and named by Mr. Geo. Rogers in 1864.  He,
      however, sold out the following year, having taken a dislike
      to the site, which, I may remark, is a complete network of
      crab-holes, and, after a shower, of a consistency only to be
      compared to bird-lime.  I am told that at such a time it
      is truly astonishing the rate at which a pedestrian can here
      rise in the world; he can increase his height about half an
      inch every step he takes, until, sad to say, he must suffer a
      downcome, and actually stoop to free his boots from layers of
      clay.  The site was chosen here, it is said, because
      there was no other ground available in the
      neighbourhood.  Half a mile from here is the Darlington
      punt, crossing by which I came to the southern township,
      which the Government have recently laid out and called by the
      native name "Wadai;" and in the immediate neighbourhood (some
      two miles) is the Aboriginal Mission at Warrangesda (Camp of
      Mercy), under the pilotage of the Rev. Mr. Gribble.  I
      walked out here in order to be able to write a full account
      of the establishment, and also to take sketches of the
      principal points of interest connected with it, but,
      unfortunately, had my walk for nothing, as Mr. Gribble, who
      had just returned from Sydney, had left a full account, as
      well as several views of the place, at the office of the
      TOWN AND COUNTRY JOURNAL.  The Government
      have granted a reserve of 600 acres of very good land for the
      benevolent purpose. Of the ultimate success of this experiment, I, of
      course, cannot form any idea worth quoting, but the rescue of
      these waifs from their present humble state of degradation
      should certainly be worth a trial.  Darlington and Wadai
      collectively contain a population of about 120.  There
      are three pubs, three stores, and the usual concomitants of a
      bush town. On resuming my coach journey at 8 p.m., on the
      appointed day, I found the inmates all on the same errand as
      my former fellow passengers; and, the night being bitterly
      cold, I was glad to find that there was room inside, as it is
      really no joke sitting perched up on the box all night,
      travelling over plains over which a cutting wind blows
      everlastingly in one's face.  We were not due in Hay
      until next morning at 10.30, the distance being exactly 80
      miles.  Ten miles from Darlington is Benerembah station,
      the property of Thomas Beard, Esq., and, eight miles further
      on, Bringagee (out station of Grongal).  Four miles
      below this station is an extensive depot for the reception of
      railway material for the Hay line, which here approaches the
      river within about two miles.  Ten miles more bring us
      to Grongal, the property of Messrs. Learmonth Brothers. 
      This station is under the management of G. Mair, J.P. 
      Eight miles further and we arrive at Mr. J. Rudd's station,
      Howlong; 10 miles more, to Wardry, Messrs. Mills, Neilson,
      and Smith the owners; and after that to Illawarra
      [Illilawa], 10 miles from Hay, the property of Messrs.
      McCulloch, Sellers, and Co. We arrived in Hay at 10.10 a.m., 20 minutes before
      the time, and almost frozen. 
 [The article contains detailed line-drawings of
      (1) Darlington Punt; (2) Pontoon Bridge, Darlington; (3) Bush
      Letter Box, near Gogelderie Station; (4) Township of Wadai;
      (5) North Yanko Head Station.] 
 
   
| [Town &
Country Journal, 30 April 1881, page 848] HAY. 
 By "THE
RAVEN". As stated in my last, the coach from
Narandera arrived in Hay a little after 10 a.m., having traveled
all through the night.  I must, however, here observe that I
decidedly prefer the day for coach travelling.  After
delivering the mail at the post office, we drove up to Cobb's, in
front of whose premises a great number of people were waiting for
the coach in order to start for Wilcannia, and a quarter of an hour
after all my fellow-passengers of the previous night, along with a
dozen or so more, were seated (?) in (or on, as the case might be)
the coach, being driven through the main street of Hay, en route to
that supposed El Dorado, Mount Poole.  I sincerely hope they
will be able to return in the same fashion, but doubt it.  Did
I say all my fellow passengers were occupants of that
coach?  If so I was in error.  I missed the face of the
most enthusiastic of the lot, a stout, middle-aged, jovial kind of
fellow, who had got in at one of the stations on the road, and whom
I remember hearing make the remark, referring to the diggings, that
when he had made up his mind to do a thing, the devil himself could
not stop him.  I saw this individual two or three days after
rolling in the gutter.  This solved the mystery.  It
seems it had taken a less august personage than his satanic majesty
to stop him.  The inference is obvious.  Requiescat in
pace - not in the gutter though. 
| One of the main advantages which
Hay possesses over almost any other inland town of New South Wales
is the fact of there being an abundant water supply, the water
being pumped up from the river into a tank at a fair elevation, and
from thence distributed through the town by means of pipes. 
The works were erected by the municipality at a considerable cost
in 1876.  It was not long before I benefited by this
institution, as, upon going from the coach into the hotel, I was
asked if a hot bath would be acceptable, a luxury I never expected
to find out here.  I gladly accepted, and by this means
managed to get rid of a pound or two of Narandera sand and
Darlington patent bird-lime composition. |  Hay Water Works (image adapted from
      illustration
 in the Town and Country Journal
article).
 |  It would be useless naming the many
advantages, sanitary and otherwise, accruing from this water
supply; only those who have lived for any length of time without it
can appreciate the boon to the full.  The lowering rates of
fire insurance is not the least of these advantages, and speaks for
itself.  Take, for instance, the fire in Smith's store that
took place here a week or two back, and of which I was a
witness.  Without this supply the whole of that block must
have inevitably gone; in fact, it would be hard to say where it
might have ended.  The hospital is a fine building,
well-conducted, and liberally supported by the surrounding
stations.  When I visited the institution, it was unusually
full; some few of the inmates, however, I should be inclined to
think, were subjects for a benevolent asylum rather than for an
hospital. The post-office is far too small for the
requirements of so large a postal centre.  Mr. Burnett, the
postmaster, has represented this to the Government, and the
consequence is, that a contract for a new building, to cost
£4000, is already let.  I visited the public school the
other day during hours, and was struck by the order and discipline
of the young Murrumbidgeeites.  The school is conducted by Mr.
Murray, assisted by Miss Dickson, and has an average attendance of
180 [possibly "130"], 214 being on the roll. Hay has four places of worship, viz., Church
of England, Roman Catholic, Presbyterian, and Wesleyan, but as far
as I can make out, two of them would amply supply all the spiritual
wants of the town, as far as sitting room is concerned. The gaol is a really fine building and
deserves mention; it faces one in a most ominous manner on coming
into the town from Narandera.  As yet they have not got the
hanging apparatus up.  In addition to these public buildings
there are the Athenæum, built at a cost of £800, in
which there is a library and news room, Masonic Hall, and
courthouse, J.E. Pearce, Esq., being the P.M. Amongst many large stores, that of Messrs.
Meakes and Fay stands out prominently, the last named member of the
firm being the well-known Professor Fay, who was so well-known in
connection with the Davenport Brothers.  Hay is happy in the
possession of two newspapers, the RIVERINE GRAZIER and the
      HAY STANDARD.  There
      is a libel action pending between the former and Mr. Allen
      Lakeman, the mayor, arising out of the last election.  I
      should not omit the fact of there being the inevitable
      Chinese camp in Hay; this "den of thieves" is a social
      scourge, and should be wiped out, as, unfortunately, it is
      not visited by celestials alone, but is the resort of the
      lowest characters, who ply their vocation openly. 
      Lachlan-street, the main street of Hay, is an unusually fine
      thoroughfare for an inland town, and at first sight has quite
      a metropolitan appearance.  Its beauty is enhanced by
      the planting of trees, at short intervals, which (thanks to
      the water supply) seem to thrive luxuriantly, contributing to
      a great extent both to the health and comfort of the
      town.  In this street, which, by-the-way, is about
      half-a-mile in length, are to be found most of the chief
      places of business - the banks - three in number, and a great
      proportion of the hotels.  The two buildings which I
      consider remarkable in a town like this are the A.J.S. Bank
      and "Tattersall's Hotel;" the former, which cost, I think,
      £7000, is of a size and convenience, which, in my
      opinion, will not be required here for years to come, the
      latter both externally and internally being, without doubt,
      unsurpassed for appearance, style, and comfort in Sydney
      itself.  Mrs. Esplin, the widow of the late proprietor,
      deserves great credit for the way in which she has managed
      this business for the last three or four years, no easy
      occupation I should think, s eeing she gives the whole
      concern - from the beds to the stables, of which there are
      not a few - her personal supervision; and this along with the
      fact that she employs over 20 servants.  The population
      of Hay is variously estimated at from 1500 to 2000, and, like
      a great many small communities is divided into some dozen or
      more class distinctions, and I can assure you that no pious
      and orthodox Hindoo ever preserved his caste more rigidly
      than do some of the inhabitants of this township.  Their
      "exclusiveness," if I may use the word, although I for my
      part - of course, I am only an unsophisticated Englishman,
      and a new chum to boot, therefore my opinion is not of much
      consequence - I say I, for my part, fail to see, especially
      in a country like Australia, the boundless gulf which is
      supposed to exist between even the "highest" and the lowest
      circles of society in any inland
      township. Hay is recovering from a week's excitement,
the annual races just being over.  There is a good deal of
disappointment expressed at the smallness of the attendance, which
was not nearly up to the average.  The races (two days),
however, passed off well, and everything went along
satisfactorily.  A certain "big" book-maker came up purposely
to attend, but, upon hearing that he would have to pay £3
admittance to the saddling paddock, returned by the following
coach.  The course is nearly three miles from the town, and is
all that could be desired, being as flat as a billiard table, and
possessing a very convenient grand stand and all the necessary
adjuncts of a racecourse.  I willingly accepted an invitation
to join a picnic party to the racecourse the first day.  Mr.
McGowan, of Cobb and Co.'s, who, amongst others, organized the
affair, drove us out in good style, using a new coach with four
splendid greys, the only thing wanting to remind me of "going to
the derby" being the "toot-toot-toot" of the horn.  I need not
add that, there being a goodly sprinkling of the fair sex, the day
was a most enjoyable one.  During the race week two circus
companies, each one possessing a band, helped to enliven the
town. The Government have reserved 90 acres of
land, centrally located, for the purpose of a public park; the boon
that a well kept park must be to inhabitants of a town like Hay and
neighbourhood, situated as they are, in a district so subject to
long droughts, is simply invaluable; to anyone, after traveling 50
or 60 miles over the scorching plains, without the least particle
of verdure to relieve the eyes, this park, with its green sward and
shady trees, cannot fail, whilst imparting a soothing effect to the
aching eyeballs, to bring to one's mind the veritable elysian
fields.  The reserve for the railway terminus is about
three-quarters of a mile from the town, which however, is gradually
spreading out in that direction, many buildings having sprung up of
late.  From the terminus there is to be a line of rails to the
river, where a Government wharf is in contemplation, a reserve for
that purpose having been selected.  An agitation is at present
on foot to get the railway station built on the east instead of the
west end of the town, as in the latter case, it would necessitate
an extra crossing, and would be a great inconvenience to carriers
and the general public.  The municipal council have taken the
matter in hand, and intend to petition the Government to do
this. Hay is not without its industries, there
being two breweries, one of which (Lindsay's Red Lion) took the
first order of merit at the Melbourne International Exhibition for
bottled beer and porter.  Cobb and Co. have also a large
carriage factory here, superintended by Mr. McGowan and employing
27 hands.  Besides these, there is a steam soapery, which has
been recently started, having all the latest improvements. 
This establishment supplies the principal towns of southern
Riverina with soap.  The proprietor, Mr. T.S. Williams,
intends shortly adding the manufacturing of stearine candles
2 and ice to his
   present line.  A wool-scouring establishment is also one of
   the industries of Hay.  Mr. J.L. Corrigan, the owner, got
   through over 2000 bales of wool last season. Messrs. Permewan, Wright and Co., the large
Melbourne carrying firm, have a warehouse here, under the
management of Mr. Henry Bossence.  This firm has lately opened
an office in King-street [Sydney] and in many of the chief
towns on the line, in anticipation of the probable diversion of the
Riverina trade; although the general opinion here seems to be that
it will require exceptionally low rates to induce the sending of
wool to Sydney instead of Melbourne; the only drawback by this
latter route being the high rate of insurance.  This firm
alone forwarded over 20,000 bales of wool last season from here to
Melbourne by river via Echuca, besides receiving from Victoria by
the same route 3000 tons of produce and general merchandise. 
The Murrumbidgee is navigable for eight months in the year, viz.,
from April to December. Hay is the centre of the largest sheep
district in Australia, which district carries the enormous number
of four millions.  It is also the main route for traveling
stock, being the shortest from the Lachlan, Darling, and, in fact,
from the Gulf of Carpentaria, to Melbourne.  Its position is
unsurpassed, as there is easy communication with Adelaide by water,
with Melbourne by water or rail from Deniliquin, and with Sydney by
rail.  With facilities of this kind, I don't see what is to
hinder Hay from becoming one of the most important and prosperous
towns of Australia. In conclusion, for I have
already exceeded my space, I will give a slight sketch of Hay, from
its earliest infancy to its present state of maturity.  The
information has been kindly given me by one of the oldest residents
of the town and district, therefore I can vouch for its
reliability. The first sale of land in Hay, which was then
known as Lang's Crossing, was in 1859.  At that time a
township was surveyed out on the plain, about half a mile from the
present site.  This was, in reality, the first formation of
the township; but at the present time it remains almost unbuilt
upon, the suburban portion, nearer the crossing place, in spite of
the liability to floods, being preferred.  This is where the
town of Hay now stands.  Started then in 1859, it gradually
increased in size until 1867, when the stocking of the back blocks
of the Lachlan gave the place a great impetus, but it was not of
long duration, as the drought of 1868-9 caused a severe
depression.  The glorious season of 1870, however, gave Hay a
lift, and in 1872 it was proclaimed a municipality.  About
this time the swing bridge, a magnificent iron structure, was
commenced and opened by Sir Henry Parkes in 1874; several private
streets, most of them dedicated to the council, run through the
suburban blocks between the surveyed township and the bridge. 
In 1873 a large sale of land fronting the main street -
Lachlan-street - was sub-divided and sold, the blocks realizing
from £5 to £6 per foot; next year, land in the same
street brought £6 10s per foot, and shortly after this
£12 10s; these prices continued to advance until £20 to
£25 for allotments in Lachlan-street were obtained, and in
one instance even £32 10s.  Several sales of large
suburban blocks were arranged, realizing good prices, as sites for
local industries and villas; this was in 1875, the time of Hay's
greatest affluence.  The export of wool for that year from Hay
reached nearly 25,000 bales, while the cargoes from the upper
river, passing through the town, were about 20,000 more; the goods
rushed in during this year amounted to fully 10,000 tons, and a
fearful amount of over-trading was the result.  On Christmas
Day in that year no less than 30 steamers and barges were loading
and dis charging cargoes within 10 miles of the town.  This
rush was caused by the anticipated stoppage of navigation. 
The big drought of 1876-7 followed, shaking both squatters and
traders; the loss in this district alone amounting to 1,000,000
sheep.  Stock could not travel to market, squatters reducing
their establishments to a minimum, and everything sunk in
value.  But Hay has been steadily and surely emerging from
depression, with past experience to guide her. [The article contains detailed line-drawings of
      (1) Hay Bridge; (2) Hay Post & Telegraph Office; (3) Hay
      Public School; (4) Hay Soap Works; (5) View of Lachlan
      Street; (6) Hay Water Works; (6) Hay Gaol; (7) Hay
      Hospital.]
 
 
 
 Footnotes:
 1.  In October 1880
   gold was discovered by John Thompson and another man at Depot
   Glen near Mount Poole, in the extreme north-west corner of New
   South Wales.   About five months later James Evans found
   about 14 ounces of alluvial gold at nearby Mount Browne to the
   south-west .  News of this find caused a rush to the remote
   location.  There was no surface water at Mount Browne so
   campsites were initially established along Evelyn Creek (where
   the township Milparinka became established).  As more
   diggers arrived gold was found at other localities in the
   area.  Conditions on the goldfields were harsh.  There
   was a drastic shortage of food and water, with exorbitant prices
   charged for basic commodities such as flour.  The situation
   worsened as the population grew, and diseases such as cholera
   and typhoid became rife.  The area became known as the
   Albert goldfield, with Milparinka as the main settlement. 
   Other townships were later proclaimed at Mount Browne, Albert
   and Tibooburra.  Milparinka was the administrative centre
   of the area, with a peak population of about 500.  The town
   had a police office and a school, four stores, a chemist shop,
   photographer, two butchers, four hotels and three boarding
   houses.  A courthouse was built there in 1886 and a
   hospital in 1889.  Local sandstone was used to build the
   more substantial buildings of the town.  The local
   newspaper The Sturt Recorder, Tibooburra and Mount Browne
   Advertiser, was published by Thomas Wakefield
   Chambers.  The diggings were largely abandoned by
   1893.  Today Milparinka is a ghost town, apart from the
   Albert Hotel (first licensed in 1882) which still
   operates.   [return to
   article] 2.  If natural
   fats (from plants or animals) are mixed with strong alkalis they
   will separate into liquid and solid components.  After
   further distillation, this process will produce a harder white
   fat called stearine.  Candles made of stearine burned
   brightly, with little smoke or smell.  
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