The total records captured up to 31 July 2025 is 78,987. During the past month, the communities of Black Range, Burbridge, Cork Tree Flat, Culham, Dattening, Garden Gully, Gum Creek, Hawk’s Nest, Kintore, Kudardup, Linden, Paynesville, Red Lake School, Spargoville, Warriedar, Wyening, and Zanthus have found their way into our captured list.
Our project team are working hard to capture as many records as possible of the people in WA’s ghost communities. Once our website and search engine is fully operational you will be able to access some of these records. Here are the latest figures followed by a simple line graph showing the growth in total numbers:
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The total records captured up to 30 June 2025 is 74,222. During the past month, the communities of Barton, Bummers Creek, Cuddingwarra, Davyhurst, East Kirup Timber Mill, Fly Flat, Galena Bridge, Kathleen, Kathleen Valley, Mount Ida, Mulgabbie, Naretha Railway Siding, Niagara North, Pingin, Pinjin, Sandstone, Sir Samuel, Surprise South, Webb’s Patch, and Yundamindera have found their way into our captured list.
Our project team are working hard to capture as many records as possible of the people in WA’s ghost communities. Once our website and search engine is fully operational you will be able to access some of these records. But for now, here are the latest figures along with a graph showing the growth in total numbers:
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In May 2011, The Weekend West‘s Rod Moran published an article under the banner “The Way We Were”.1 The short article reads:
August 4, 1898
In three decades Goongarrie grew from a camp to a thriving town and finally a ghost town.
This lighthearted snap shows a picnic gathering at Goongarrie, a flourishing gold-mining site in the back-blocks between Menzies and Kalgoorlie. The first gold discoveries in the area were mde in 1893. The hamlet was also called the Roaring Gimlet, due to the thundering noise of icy desert winds through the gimlet trees. More prosaically, early on it was simply called the 90 Mile camp, its approximate distance from Coolgardie.
Despite its isolation, Goongarrie developed into a thriving little town. By the 1890s it boasted two pubs, as well a other essential services such as a post and telegraph office. In 1898 the Cobb and Co coach from Coolgardie was boosted from a bi-weekly to a daily run. The government rail line opened in the same year. The town also boasted a blacksmith, a carpenter, two butchers, a baker two restaurants and a cool drink manufacturer. But the citizens depicted here at play also had some weighty concerns on their minds in its August 4, 1889 [sic] edition The West Australian reported “Considerable dissatisfaction is expressed in this district at the failure of the Education Department to establish a school at Goongarrie. From 15 to 30 children are now resident here, and…not having any educational facilities whatever, are to a great extent running wild about the country…growing up in almost total ignorance.”
In 1904 the district’s electoral roll listed 109 names. But by 1921 the postal directory had only 21 people on it. even if a school had been built, Goongarrie’s fortunes would have waned as alluvial gold petered out.
The information and accompanying image were said to be taken from the archives of The West Australian. However, a search of Trove for the period in question has not located the original photo. The quoted comment about the lack of a school in Goongarrie can be found in the Kalgoorlie Western Argus2 along with further details on the issue.
In September 1898, Cyril Jackson, the Inspector General of Schools, responded to a letter from the local Board of Health in which an offer of a suitable building (the Miners’ Institute) was made to house a school free of charge. He said “…the Minister is very anxious indeed to extend education to as many children as possible. It seems impossible, however, in the present state of the funds to establish a school at Goongarrie.”3
Some things, it seems, never change.
Source
Rod Moran, 2011. The Weekend West : The Way We Were. Published 28-29 May, 2011 by The West Australian Newspapers. ↩︎
The following is a detailed report of a cricket match that took place on this day in 1897 at Cossack between the Cossack and Roebourne teams. It was published in Northern Public Opinion and Mining and Pastoral News on Saturday, 19 June 1897.1
CATCHES. By “SHORT SLIP.”
The Boebourne Rovers “trammed” to Cossack on Saturday. The first association match played at the port this season took place.
The game was well contested, and good feeling made for a close and exciting finish. A good number watched the game, but the fair sex had only one representative present. ‘Tis true for the poet when he describes the petticoat sporting fraternity as a “sit-me-on-the-bicycle sort of push.”
The Rovers proved the victors by eleven runs.
This photo shows the Roebourne & Cossack cricket teams three years later in 1900.2
“Watty,” the Cossack barracker, was all there in his usual bass voice and sung himself hoarse. “Snap-shot” Renold, with his camera, took a “shot” at both teams, and “never smiled again.” He should have thrown the “X-rays” on them.
Like the “Arizona Kicker,” good old “Sol.” blessed the players with a beautiful day, and the Cossackites prepared a good wicket for the Boebourne boys.
Through the instrumentality of a few members of the home team, led by indefatigable “Donny,” a shed was erected on the ground, and the scorers were accommodated with a “cose” and a few “ax.l.” boxes to squat down on.
The Union Jack—or perhaps the Cossack coat-of-arms-out-of-pocket—was flying on top of the shed, whilst the decorations at the bottom comprised two fine jars of water (not of Babel, but of Nature).
There is no denying the fact that the pitch at Cossack, and also the fielding ground, is far superior to that of Boebourne, and if it always remained in the condition it was on Saturday, all matches could be played on the marsh.
The Rovers played a really well-combined game and deserved to win, whilst the Cossack lads defended splendidly and did everything in their power to avert defeat.
“Luck was agin’ them,” said Watty, after a whiskey and soda.
Whilst travelling with the cricketers on Saturday (not a Parliamentary team), our worthy and much-respected member, Mr. H. W. Sholl, M.L.A., opened his many-a-time generous heart and proved to those who travelled by the tram that he was a sportsman as well as a “Member of Parliament,” and a gentleman as well as a public “sarvint.” He informed the members of the B.C.C. that he was that day presenting a bat to the individual, of either team, who made the highest score in the match, for the sake of evincing some interest among the batsmen.
This goes to show that Mr. Sholl’s heart and soul were with them in their recreation, and he deserves the thanks of all true and honest sportsmen in both Boebourne and Cossack.
I may state that the genial skipper of the Rovers, “Sam” Hemingway, won the bat to which I refer, his score being 81, made by sterling cricket. I offer him my heartiest congratulations.
One of the most pleasing sights that I have yet seen on a North-West cricket ground appeared before me on Saturday. It was simply the Cossack “willow wielders” turning out in their true colours—wearing scalp-caps of yellow and black hue, and with a green kerchief (ould Oirish, begorra) round their waists.
It reminded me of an old English cricketer (Dr. Grace), who, when in Australia, had, on entering the Melbourne ground, decked himself with blue dungaree pants, and what he termed an “old physician’s waistband” (green). When the spectators eyed him, they shouted out, “We bar the Irish navvy!” But the good old medico held his peace, and the crowd silenced down.
The query is asked—”Why don’t the Boebourne teams play in their colours?” Echo answers—”They have none!”
At two o’clock, both captains met, and the coin was tossed, turning in favour of George Snook, who elected to bat. “Sam” Hemingway then led his men into the field, and at twenty minutes past two, a start was made.
“Uncle” Harding and “Bob” Selway were the first men to pad up and take strike for Cossack, while “Jim” Hubbard and “Jack” Keogh took the cudgels for the Rovers.
“Bob” did not celebrate a record reign at the crease. Taking strike to Hubbard, he received the dreaded “duck,” which he has for so long been unaccustomed to. This was rather unlucky for Cossack, to lose their best man by the first bell of the day, and there was “weeping and gnashing of teeth” when Bob returned to the shed.
“It was a splendidly pitched ball, and broke to the off, beating me all the way.” – Selway
“Donny” took the vacancy and, after making a dozen, was clean bowled by “Tommy” Molster, who was brought in from long-field to do the trundling. “Uncle” soon followed, being caught and bowled by “Sam” Hemingway. He had made nine by good cricket.
“Georgy” Fry and “Georgy” Brown, the two pavilion cricketers, made four and eight respectively. They were off duty (cricket, I mean) and did not take much advantage of their “staff.”
“Snoofie,” the skipper, played a free bat and made some very pretty strokes, notching fourteen before he drove one very hard to Jack Keogh, who accepted it. It was a splendid catch, and Jack received an ovation.
“Jum” Louden fell a victim to Tommy Molster, after breaking the shell of the “duck.”
“Watty” Moore surprised everyone by his fine exhibition, his leg hits being marvellous, and he received a cheer when he had carried out his bat for thirteen.
“Slurry” Wilson and “Carbine” Moore both succumbed to Hubbard before they had scored and joined the ranks of “Short-slip’s” spoon competition.
An amusing thing occurred while “Carbine” was batting. He played the first ball of Hubbard’s onto his cranium, and with a cricketer’s oath, the next one gave him a clip in the ear, but the third one hit the—w-i-c-k-e-t.
“Herb.” Birch, who was put in last wicket down (who should have followed the seventh man), just reached double figures when he was snapped up by Jim Hubbard.
Tommy Molster, in the long field, made a “bolster,” fell down, and got stuck in a mud-hole. Here’s to him, with “Short-slip’s” sympathy!
The ball went off the cricket bat, And travelled far away! “Tom” Molster in his big white hat Fell on it in the clay.
The clay was soft, the ball was round, Poor “Tom” he couldn’t stir, So all the boys they stood around And left him in despair.
He with the ball at last did rise With language that was wicked, And told them that he’d cause surprise When he got at the wicket.
Covered with mud, he took the ball And bowled a maiden over, And in the next surprised them all By scattering bails in clover.
For fielding, Church, Naish, and Hemingway were excellent, and it speaks well for Cossack’s wicket-keeper that a bye was not recorded in the innings.
The bowling honours for the Rovers were carried off by Jim Hubbard, who came out of the cupboard (his shell, I mean), and got the splendid average of 5 wickets for 11 runs. A word of praise is also due to Tommy Molster, his 2 wickets only costing him 7 runs.
After a blow, the Rovers commenced their innings, having to make 72 to win. “Bannerman” Raymond and “Sam” Hemingway were the first representatives, and the bowlers were Brown and Louden.
“Banner,” after his usual careful play, had the misfortune to snick one of Louden’s into the hands of Brown and retired with four to his credit.
The skipper played a very useful innings. It was really a treat to watch his well-timed strokes and neat cuts, and when he had reached 81, he was captured by Selway. “Sam” was received with three times three when he reached the shed.
“Jim” Hubbard, after making seven, was foolishly run out. “Bert” Naish trebled his misfortune on Saturday, falling a victim to Brown for a duck.
“Herb.” Church, who had received a nasty blow on the left cheek through coming into contact with the ball, played a good innings and was bowled by Fry for a well-made 18.
“Jack” Keogh fell a victim to Fry for five, and “Burly” bowed to the same bowler for a unit. “Dawesie,” who must be credited with making the winning hit, cried ‘nough to Fry for 11. A.E.D. hit a fiver, which was the biggest hit of the day.
“Willie” Fuller threw his bat at Donny (unintentionally), and after making a single was bowled by Walter Moore. “Jack” Wotherspoon “spooned” the ball into the “dukes” of Fry.
Pass along the banjo! “Oh Jack, why did you hit that ball?” Cried Boebourne Rovers one and all. “I went to place it to the leg,” Said poor old “Wother,” with his egg. The game was o’er, the match was won— So it didn’t matter what he done. But on this man there was a doom, Because his name was Wotherspoon.
“Tom” Molster carried his bat to the wicket, but had no chance to use it.
George Fry did the trundling for the home team, bagging 6 wickets for 22 runs. Selway and Walter Moore also bowled well. Little “Donny” was the best man in the field, ably assisted by Brown and Harding, while “Snookie” performed well behind the sticks.
Owing to the bogey condition of the Cossack cricket ground, caused by the high tide at the port, the Civil Service–Cossack match has been postponed till today week.
Some of our local cricketers, I learn, are striving to arrange an all-day match (one end of the town against the other), for Wednesday next. It is to be hoped that “both ends will meet.”
“Short-slip” was met by an indignant cricketer the other day, and was thus warned:
“Look here you blonky (hic) quill-driver, if you (hic) say a word about me in the (hic) paper, I’ll punch your blinky nose (hic)… take it from me.”
I don’t think he was—d-r-u-n-k.
Source
CATCHES. (1897, June 19). Northern Public Opinion and Mining and Pastoral News (Roebourne, WA : 1894 – 1902), p. 3. Retrieved June 11, 2025, from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article255736548↩︎
State Library of Western Australia, 2025. Cossack and Roebourne Cricket Teams. Photograph taken 1900 in the North West Australian series. Retrieved June 11, 2025 from North West Australia ; BA338/1/36↩︎
Our project team are working hard to capture as many records as possible of the people in WA’s ghost communities. Once our website and search engine is fully operational you will be able to access some of these records. But for now, here are the latest figures along with a graph showing the growth in total numbers:
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For a small place, a lot went on in Bowgada (aka Chubble or Koolanooka), from the day-to-day activities of the CWA, football or cricket games and fancy dress parties to a very publicised murder in April of 1927.
The details given by witnesses, including the deceased’s son, add complex issues to the case. For those interested in criminal matters and family relationships, this sad occurrence out at Bowgada may prove an interesting study. The prison record of the accused (and the psychology of his behaviour) is also remarkable.
Arthur Albert Martin stood trial for the wilful murder of Bowgada farmer, Terbert (or Turbest and other variations) Horace Currell. 2 After two trials, Mr Martin was acquitted of murder. 3 However, he was back in Court the next year for horse stealing, and sentenced to three years hard labour, then to be detained at the Governors’ pleasure. It appears he was already in prison on other matters, when the horse stealing was revealed. Interestingly, Mr Martin asked for the trial to be adjourned, in order to obtain council, but this was refused, and so was his subsequent appeal to the High Court.
The Parole Board let him out – but took him back over a stolen car. In 1938 he made headlines again when he broke out of Fremantle Gaol’s reformatory section by scaling a wall and using smuggled hacksaw blade to cut through a bar in his cell. Not only that, but he was at large for at least two weeks, and fronted up to the ‘Daily News’ office with his story 4 – and at his request, the paper appears to have given him an hours’ start before informing the Police – this caused considerable comment. 5
Given parole again, he was returned for theft in Brookton 1941 (he asked to be able to join the Army). Then in 1942, Mr Martin was on the run again along with 16 others: this time escaping from Prison Camp Bartons Mill, apparently while drunk. He was found at Government Gardens sleeping and sentenced to six months extra on top of his indefinite sentence. In 1949 he escaped again and was returned.
And it was not the only death by shooting in the Bowgada either. Also in 1928, John Hyland was shot by Edward Patrick Minorgan over a dispute about a dog – and Mr Hyland died from gangrene as a result. 6 Mr Minorgan was convicted of manslaughter and sentenced to three years imprisonment with hard labour.
Sources
HUNTED MAN BREAKS HIS SILENCE (1938, February 4). The Daily News (Perth, WA : 1882 – 1955), p. 1 (CITY FINAL). Retrieved January 27, 2025, from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article83425027↩︎
It is always fascinating to read about one of our Ghost Communities in a publication that was originally written as it was all happening. The article that follows was written in 1870 and published on 26 May in The Sydney Morning Herald1. You can find it on Trove and I encourage you to seek out the original (using the link below) and view it online in its original format. However I do understand that it is difficult to read and so I have recreated it here verbatim without any claim to the content which is entirely the intellectual property of the publishers.
Tien-Tsin was the original name of Cossack after the barque that carried Walter Padbury and his party. In May 1863, Padbury landed his stock at the mouth of the Harding River near the present site of Cossack. The ship that brought the state’s governor, Frederick Weld, in December 1871 was named HMS Cossack, and the town adopted this name in 1872 (officially 1873). Cossack was the first port in the North West, and was critical to the development of the pastoral industry in the region2.
CONTENT WARNING: Before proceeding, please be aware that this is a transcript of the original text and contains concepts that may be offensive to some readers. It is not our intention to offend, but we believe it is important to understand that this was the language and content of the time and needs to be read in that context. It does not in any way reflect the opinions of the project team.
“An account of a new settlement is always interesting, but when Australian colonists venture into an entirely new country, and in addition to settling and stocking the land, discover a new industry that employs hundreds of men—both black and white—it becomes even more fascinating. Just two years ago, many parts of the district to be described here were only accessible by armed bands. Enterprising settlers are now sending down pearl shells and wool from the very spot where Panter, Harding, and Goldwire, the surveyors, were murdered by the aboriginals without provocation.
“The settlement of the Nicol Bay district, as it is known, has been quicker than any other part of Australia. It is heartening to note that the relationship between the aboriginals and the white settlers is now more friendly and satisfactory than can be seen elsewhere on the island. The prosperity of the largest part of the community relies entirely on the preservation and assistance of the natives; without their help, the settlers might explore the reefs but would not collect enough shells to repay their investment. The natives’ sharp eyesight and the large numbers in which they can be employed make their cooperation invaluable. Their usefulness serves as the best guarantee for their proper treatment. In fact, any injustice is often more likely to be borne by the whites than the blacks. Many natives gather food for themselves and their families during neap tides and walk away just when their services are needed.
“Port Walcott, the headquarters of the small boats engaged in pearl fishing and the port of entry for vessels from Fremantle that supply the settlement with stores, is located about a mile inside Butcher’s Inlet, or Tien-Tsin Creek, named after the first significant vessel that ever anchored in the bay outside. It is situated at latitude 20°40’ south and longitude 115° east, about 180 miles east of the North-West Cape. Despite bearing the high-sounding name of Port Walcott, the settlement has no better claim to the title than a single house and the hull of the New Perseverance, with several smaller dwellings that resemble mia-mias. However, as a government township has been surveyed and partly sold, it is likely that the town will soon have at least an orthodox hotel, a store, and a doctor’s shop. For now, Messrs. Knight and Shenton’s place of business onshore, and the cabin of the hulk, serve all purposes. Butcher’s Inlet has enough water on the bar to admit vessels of a hundred tons at high tide. During low water spring tides, the inlet can almost be crossed on foot. The tide along the northwest coast ranges from 17 to over 30 feet, a stark contrast to the west coast, where there is barely any rise or fall.
“During the fishing season, which begins around the first week in September and ends in April, the port is rather dull and unremarkable. However, at the close of the season, or during the neap tides, if any festivities are expected in Roebourne, the area comes alive with bustle and activity. The scene is a perfect representation of tropical Australian life. A wide mangrove creek is lined with a dozen boats, ranging from 3 to 10 tons, moored along the bank, or lying helplessly in the muddy sand at low tide. Perhaps a larger Swan River trader will be docked with clean-scraped spars and an awning spread. White settlers, dressed as minimally as decency permits, walk about, wearing fly-veils to protect their faces from the swarming flies. Aborigines from all parts of the coast are present, some cleaning and sorting pearl shells, chipping off sharp, colorless edges and tossing them as though they were worth little—when in fact, they are worth at least £150 per ton. Others are practicing spear throwing with small reeds or giges. The failure of any party to deflect a spear with their shield leads to uproarious yells of derision from one side and joy from the other. But the majority are lying on the hot sand, singing monotonous chants, accompanied by the scraping of a shell against a piece of stick held against their shoulder like a fiddle.
“Roebourne, the capital of the new country as Western Australians term the district, is located 11 miles southward, inland of Port Walcott. For some distance, the road crosses a marsh covered by the tide at high springs, making for difficult travel. All goods for the stations are brought up the creek to a jetty. From there, it is just five miles to Roebourne, and with the exception of one small marsh, the road is not too bad. The township of Roebourne consists of about twenty houses built at the base of Mount Welcome. The resident magistrate’s house and the government offices are the most prominent buildings, sitting higher up the mount and away from the threat of malaria or floods from the Harding River, whose waters sometimes get too close for comfort during heavy tropical rains. There are two rough but comfortable hotels, three stores, a butcher’s shop, a blacksmith’s forge, a large stockyard, and, of all things in such a place, a hairdressing salon. This is the current capital of North-West Australia.
“Roebourne is not without its charm, especially when the desert pea—native to the area—blooms in full flower. It has two key scenic features: mountains and a river. The Harding River is a permanent freshwater source. Races are held on the plain near the township every June, during which time nearly all the settlers and pearl fishers, numbering about a hundred, gather. The races may not be of great significance in such a small district, but for joviality and good cheer, a Roebourne race meeting could serve as an example for larger communities. Indeed, there is a noticeable absence of the ruffianism often found in new Australian settlements.
“The nearest station to Roebourne is Mr. Leake Burges’s, located 24 miles away, and carrying some 7,000 sheep. The main station is the “Mill Stream” on the Upper Fortescue, owned by Messrs. McRae, Howlitt, and Mackenzie, formerly from Victoria. Mr. Hooly had squatted on the Ashburton River, 200 miles westward and 80 miles from any neighbor, but constant attacks by the blacks, who are perhaps the most savage and untamable in Australia, forced him to move his flock to the Fortescue. The murder of the third shepherd last year led Mr. Sholl, the magistrate, to swear in a party of special constables to apprehend the murderers or, failing that, teach them a lesson. A party of six men set out to the scene of the murder and “dispersed” some of the hostile natives, who were caught spearing horses and cattle, though not without determined resistance.
“It is still uncertain whether station properties in this part of Australia will repay the investment. It has yet to do so, despite the encouragement of leases at nominal rents and other privileges given by the West Australian Government. This is partly due to the difficulty in preparing wool, the high cost of shipment to Fremantle, and the need for transshipment to England. The region also lacks mechanical means of wool preparation. Communication with Swan River is possible by land. During one food shortage in the settlement, a party rode to Perth to dispatch a vessel, and Mr. Hooly, alone and unaccompanied, completed a remarkable feat considering that the country for over 500 miles is uninhabited except by wild and potentially hostile blacks.
“There is a great scarcity of fresh water on the west coast, though the Nicol Bay country does not suffer as much in this regard. The primary drawback is that the best grazing areas are also the driest. Approximately twenty boats, mostly under eight tons, are engaged in pearl fishing. With the wind from the southward and south-east for most of the year, any vessel with a deck, no matter how small, can easily run before it until the North-West Cape is rounded, where the water remains calm due to the continuous reefs and islands. These boats generally carry two white men, who, before setting out to gather the shells, pick up as many aboriginals as possible along the coast. However, the number of boats involved in the trade, combined with losses from smallpox and other factors, has made it difficult to find enough aboriginals to properly search for the pearl oysters. As a result, the trade is no longer as profitable as it once was. Even for the most experienced fishermen, under the most favorable conditions, it is only a fair return on their investment.
“This season, two vessels from Sydney went to the fisheries but have since returned and are now in quarantine due to smallpox. Even if they had returned in good health, the expense of a trip to the South Sea Islands, where natives must be returned, as well as the cost of provisions, boats, wear and tear, and wages, makes the return on the investment not comparable. The “Kate Kearney” returned with eight tons, worth £150 per ton, and the Melanie, a large vessel, only brought back ten tons. New ground may still be found, as the fisheries currently range from Exmouth Gulf to the Annapanam Shoals, and it is known that Malay proas have visited the north coast of Australia for many years. A schooner named the Argo was outfitted from Swan River last season and ventured as far east as Camden Harbour. However, the aboriginals they had brought along ran away just as they had found valuable shell. These unfortunate men would likely never return home, as they would be speared by the first strong camp they encountered.
“Aboriginals, though well-treated, often long to return to their native lands. When taken to Fremantle, they are shown the pleasures of civilization, and, after a week, they are eager to return north. Their language is easy to learn, though dialects differ from river to river. The Eastern dialect is considered the standard, and both whites and blacks accommodate themselves to it. This means that a good understanding of the language used between Butcher’s Inlet and the De Grey River allows communication with natives from any part of the fishing coast.
“The natives primarily eat nalgo, a bulb from a species of grass. It is very palatable and resembles chestnuts when roasted. Women gather it from sandy spots along river beds or marshes. The men use two types of spear: a lighter hunting spear, thrown from a rest, and a fighting spear, thrown by hand. They also use boomerangs, clubs, and a short stick, which they throw with great dexterity. Their marriage customs are quite curious, and any breach of the intermarriage rules is punishable by death. They are divided into four great tribes or families, and in the event of a death in a camp, they may kill a fighting man from a neighboring tribe to balance their strength. They also kill those afflicted with contagious diseases, such as smallpox, which recently struck the South Sea Islanders aboard a Sydney vessel. Their dietary laws are strictly observed, and nothing will induce a native to eat tabooed food. Superstition plays a large role in their lives; they are in constant fear of a demon named Juna, responsible for all death and disease. It is believed that Juna chokes his victims.
“In their own way, the natives are great astronomers, with names for all the major constellations, such as the Large and Lesser Kangaroo and the Emu. They can distinguish fixed stars from planets. When answering questions, they tend to exaggerate, and they have legends of extraordinary men from far inland. This brief description of this fascinating race only scratches the surface, but more detailed accounts will intrigue those interested in ethnology.
“The pearl shell is not an oyster but an “avicula,” composed of nacreous laminae. It can be cut and polished in any part and is in high demand in England and on the Continent for inlaying and ornamental purposes. The shell is typically half embedded in the sandy mud and can only be harvested at low water during spring tides. Several large pearls have been found, one of which was sold in England for £260 last year.”
Christine Harris
Source
THE PEARL FISHERIES AT TIEN-TSIN, NORTH-WEST AUSTRALIA. (1870, May 26). The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), p. 5. Retrieved December 29, 2024, from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article13205905↩︎