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Martha walked to Daisy cooking near the fire asked her. ‘You haven’t got another goanna? Have you?’ Martha wanted more goanna. Didn’t have enough at Christmas Dinner.
After giving Martha a warm hug, Daisy told her porcupine on the menu. Not goanna. Martha asked about the flavour. Daisy explained difference between goanna and porcupine one a wild animal eating ants and grubs. They chatted while Daisy tended to her cooking. This time Daisy cooked yams being one of their favourite aboriginal dishes together with berries she picked from bush trees earlier. ‘You’ll love these Martha. Yummy.’ Martha couldn't wait for her next wild animal. ‘Porcupine different to goanna. Mixed with yam, berries better.’ Daisy explained to her new friend.
‘Keith, how’re you liking your new job?’ Asked Joe standing with Nat and Todd.
‘Good working in sun hitting dogs into railway track.’ Keith tried to explain what he did.
‘You’re doing great Keith. The men who work with you enjoy your company especially work ethics.’ Todd explained.
‘What about you Todd. What big project have you in 1898?’ Nat asked sipping a beer.
‘Bloody huge. Building the new Cunnamulla Railway Station. Got to be finished by October for the opening. Should bring many new citizens to Cunnamulla.’ Todd didn’t want to explain too much about his project because honestly, he didn’t understand about this latest building. His knowledge of the project so far to build the plan sent to him which he wasn’t happy with.
‘What about your projects Nat? More bores on your properties.’ Todd asked.
‘Thanks to young Ryan and Desi, we’re going like one of your puffin billy trains. Honestly, I have no idea where we’d be without young Ryan finding water with the forky stick he carries with him. Todd, your son has a gift which has saved this country from the worst drought in history.’ Nat explained proud of Ryan’s achievements.

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‘Foods ready.’ Melinda called to everyone.
Everyone agreed after eating Daisy’s porcupine, yams and berries they didn’t require anything else except pudding. When the clock struck twelve everyone greeted 1898 New Year with laughter and cheers.
‘Happy New Year Darling.’ Joe wrapped his arms around Hannah kissed her on the lips. ‘Welcome to 1898.’ Joe smiled thought back to the same period previous year.
After everyone departed, Todd said to Melinda. ‘We have great friends. Don’t we.’ He kissed her. ‘Happy New Year. Welcome to 1898.’ Todd’s thoughts weren’t of building the railway station but enjoying a good night’s sleep to start 1898 with positive thoughts. This would become a turning point in his life and career.
1898 started great for Todd planning on building Cunnamulla Railway Station. His work with plans he couldn’t understand, sufficient material plus his imagination to create the best railway station. Todd’s determination to make this project work took up his every thought until completing the project.
Before February 1898 completed the brand, new railway station. Exactly to the plan required by Queensland Railway Department. Smaller compared to Charleville Railway Station. Todd not completely satisfied with the final building wanted changes made from the plans sent to him. His requests denied.
Ryan discovered more bores on Nat’s properties during the same period. Todd’s position in supervising the building of the railway station plus being Chairman of ‘The Great Artesian Water Basin Committee’ started to take effect on his health. His anger showed through frustration after the building completed of the railway station. Todd was not satisfied with the final project at times vented his anger on people around him.

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‘Sorry for being so cranky Mel.’ Todd tried explaining to his wife frustrations of being unhappy with the completion of the railway station. ‘This is not what I wanted. Not the railway station in my vision. Some idiot in Brisbane probably doesn’t have a bloody clue where Cunnamulla is, so decided to plan a railway station without thinking about what the town needed.’ Todd explained pushing his fingers through his hair in frustration.
‘I’ll support you in everything you do Todd. Can’t you have the changes done to how you want them to be?’ Melinda didn’t want to interfere in her husband’s business.
‘I’ll work something else out.’ Todd told his wife.
Later in the night after going to bed Melinda awoke smelling smoke. ‘Wake up Todd. A fire.’ Melinda shouted to Todd late into the night. ‘I think the fire is at the railway station.’
Todd jumped from bed, ran to the rear door, ‘the railway station.’ Todd pulled on his trousers, shirt, boots, ran from the bedroom out of the house toward the railway station. Flames engulfed the whole building. People gathered trying to bucket water onto the flames to no avail.
‘Sergeant Gray.’ Todd called. The sergeant helped other citizens of the town bucket water onto the flames.
Sergeant Gray turned. Todd ran toward the fire. ‘Hold back Todd. I don’t think anything more can be done.’ His reply raspy. He coughed. ‘Must’ve gotten smoke into my lungs. Sorry Todd.’ Todd often met the sergeant when visited the railway station to speak about the progress of the building.
The building totally destroyed by fire. Whether to laugh or cry. Shock of the fire started to work on his mind. What should I do now? He pondered. ‘Nothing we can do here Sergeant Gray. Would you like to come to my home for refreshments?’ Todd asked. Sergeant Gray nodded followed Todd to his home.

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‘You want something to drink Todd?’ Melinda shouted when the two men approached the house.
‘Yes dear. Something strong for Sergeant Gray and myself. Nothing more we can do tonight.’ Todd shouted back.
Todd suffered enough with the powers-to-be in Brisbane so decided to write a letter to The Honourable Joseph Ryan Esquire, MLA, to seek his help in building a new railway station of the modern era, not some eye-sore. After venting his anger in writing he sealed the letter addressed to his Member of Parliament. Todd went over the heads of his department but didn’t care because in his mind’s eye the railway station which should make Cunnamulla proud with all passengers pleased to be at the end of their journey. Todd’s new plans he enclosed in the envelope.
Within two months Todd received from The Honourable Joseph Ryan Esquire, MLA, a letter written by his own hand explaining he received his request. After a meeting with Railway Department Management agreed to Todd’s plans of the new railway station with approval to proceed immediately. The deadline of October 1898 would still be the date required for the opening.
Todd’s enthusiasm reached heights he never thought possible. His mind focused. Material plus working gangs arrived, work immediately began. His plan to construct a huge steel cover across the double railway lines so when the train engine stopped each passenger decamped from their carriage undercover to step onto the platform.

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Second stage to build a modern type railway station housing the staff, baggage area for passengers to collect their baggage after leaving the train, all undercover for the comfort of the passenger. Cunnamulla’s temperature at times reached one hundred and twenty degrees in the shade, compared with winter weather at times close to zero degrees. Front of the railway station to be constructed similar to homes built in the town with a large front open veranda, centre opening, columns spaced evenly along the front of the building to show a homestead type building. A separate goods shed built nearby along the track for the business people to easily access delivery of their goods.
Todd understood completely what he needed to do in the shortest time possible. His skills to organise, work with others to complete the project upper most in his mind. Perhaps the burning of the recently built railway station may have been a blessing in disguise to prove his worth as Chief Engineer. He would do the best job possible in the time required.
With October 1898 closing in only painting needed for the completion of the railway station. Todd’s job of completing this huge task completed on time.
‘Mel. I’m done.’ He expressed to his wife after showing her the results of his work in building the most modern railway station in the State.
‘I’m proud of what you’ve done Todd. Congratulations’.
On 10th October 1898, a huge gathering of Cunnamulla’s townsfolk stood in front of the railway station. Seated were distinguished guests, one in particular, The Right Honourable Joseph Ryan, Esquire, MLA who would officially open the railway station in honour of the citizens of Cunnamulla.
When time came to official open The Right Honourable Joseph Ryan Esquire, MLA stood in front of the crowd.

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‘Citizens of Cunnamulla. Thank you all for inviting me to officially open Cunnamulla Railway Station. Before I commit this honour would Ryan Carlson pleased join me.’
Ryan sat with his parents on the large front open veranda. His mother squeezed his hand looked Ryan in the eyes nodded. Ryan stood erect, his legs barely carrying him almost turning to jelly. His nerves on edge. He had no idea why he was being invited to stand beside such a distinguished gentleman. Approaching this person Joe put his hand out to shake Ryan’s hand guided him to stand beside him.
‘Citizens of Cunnamulla. This is indeed a great moment for the township of Cunnamulla in more ways than one. On my left is a young gentleman, eleven years of age, who without his skills in finding water in this area, this town would not become anything if not for this young man. I introduce Ryan Carlson, the Water Diviner.’ Everyone in the audience cheered clapped. Joe Gibson stood clapping loudly with a smile wide across his face.
‘Good on ya Ryan.’ Joe shouted above the crowd.
When the crowd quietened The Right Honourable Joseph Ryan, Esquire, MLA continued, ‘I’m proud to announce Ryan Carlson is awarded The Certificate of Cunnamulla Youth of the Year for discovering water in this area. Ryan, I congratulate you on your efforts.’ Ryan handed a framed certificate showing his reward for finding water in this dry portion of Australia. Tears of pride sprung into Ryan’s eyes. He nodded returned to sit beside his parents.
‘Next my duty here is to call upon Todd Carlson, Chief Engineer.’
Todd stood walked to the same place his son had stood. He shook hands with his Member of Parliament. ‘Citizens of Cunnamulla, you all would agree when I say how glorious this Cunnamulla Railway Station is. How proud you all should be in the completion of this huge project. If not for this man, this grand railway station wouldn’t be possible. Todd, I congratulate you on completing this huge project.’ He shook Todd’s hand.

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Todd stood walked to the same place his son had stood. He shook hands with his Member of Parliament. ‘Citizens of Cunnamulla, you all would agree when I say how glorious this Cunnamulla Railway Station is. How proud you all should be in the completion of this huge project. If not for this man, this grand railway station wouldn’t be possible. Todd, I congratulate you on completing this huge project.’ He shook Todd’s hand.
‘Before I officially open Cunnamulla Railway Station, I would like to say a few words to show how this man standing beside me has commenced another project in his life. Todd Carlson is not only a Chief Engineer, also Chairman of ‘The Great Artisan Water Basin’ Committee for this area.’ Silence fell across the crowd.
‘A couple of years ago I wrote to Todd asking him to form a committee to oversee the development of finding water in this region. With the assistance of his two committee members, Joseph Gibson and Nat Young, plus young Ryan Carlson these four citizens have discovered water in this region to help this country survive through one of the worst droughts in this country’s short history. I present to you the first Commissioner of Water and Resources appointed in Queensland, Mr Todd Carlson.’ Todd looked at his member of parliament shocked. Everyone cheered.
Voices in the crowd called out ‘Good on ya Todd.’
After the gathering quietened The Right Honourable Joseph Ryan, Esquire, MLA continued. ‘This is indeed a proud moment in the history of Cunnamulla. I now have the honour to proclaim the Cunnamulla Railway Station officially open.’ He drew back a curtain showing the official plaque of the opening.
1898 certainly became a great year for the Carlson family. Everyone celebrated throughout the night. By the end of festivities Todd still couldn’t believe the position bestowed upon him as Commissioner of Water and Resources in Queensland plus Ryan receiving a government certificate for work he discovered. Everything was good in the Carlson family. What next.

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Chapter 1

Claire woke in the night startled by the storm and lightning strike. She sprung from her swag, dressed and threw a saddle on her horse, fastened the surcingle all in one movement.
Her instincts took over to saddle her horse and help ring the cattle before they stampeded. Excitement of the chase exploded inside her mind and body, not giving time to think what a nine year old child was about to do.
Rain soaked her clothes through to her skin. Her hat stuck to her head fastened only by a thin rawhide strap across her forehead to stop it from blowing off.
Swinging into the saddle she rode like demons possessed her small body, to help her father. The thrill of the chase ran through her veins, each muscle in her nine year old arms and legs strained to their limits, the mental toughness to help her father not being able to sight him caused her to wonder where he was. She needed to find him. Riding her horse at full gallop, lightning striking around them, cattle running in all directions out of control.
Through the faint vision of rain and wind, she saw a silhouette of a horse and rider, riding like the wind to get in front of the leading bunch of cattle to ring them round so they slowed and stopped. The moment she saw the horse and rider she knew it was her father. She felt a deep love. She would do anything to make him proud of her.
With lightning flashing above her head and near to trees, thunder exploded, wind and rain lashed her face, her hair streamed from beneath her hat; she rode on urging her horse into the chase. Without fear she jumped her horse across a log in the pathway and stretched her small body along its neck. She urged him forward to the front of the herd and came abreast with her father, his right arm out-stretched; she heard the familiar sound of a whip crack.
There was calm, the cattle stopped. With the final sound of a whip crack competing against the lightning and thunder, she rode up beside him. Claire thought her father was God, better than God; he could do anything just like God. She held him on top of a pedestal which reached for the sky and loved everything there was to love and would do anything to please him to earn his love and respect.

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Harry took a moment and thought about the time his daughter Claire helped him stop the cattle from stampeding. She was brave, very brave; and at such a tender age. He felt so lucky to have a family he loved and cherished.

Harold Clarence Williams was born in the country town of Dirranbandi in 1930; his dream began when he was 10 years old after hearing the poem Ballad of a Drover recited around the camp fire. At an early age his father nicknamed him ‘Harry’ for short; he was known by that name for the remainder of his life.

‘Ballad of the Drover’
Henry Lawson

Across the stony ridges, across the rolling plain,
Young Harry Dale, the drover, comes riding home again.
And well his stock-horse bears him, and light of heart is he,
And stoutly his old packhorse is trotting by his knee.
Up Queensland way with cattle he’s travelled regions vast,
And many months have vanished since home-folks saw him last.
He hums a song of someone he hopes to marry soon,
And hobble-chains and camp-ware keep jingling to the tune.
Beyond the hazy dado against the lower skies
And yon blue line of ranges the station homestead lies.
And thitherward the drover jogs through the lazy noon,
While hobble-chains and camp-ware are jingling to a tune.
An hour has filled the heavens with storm-clouds inky black;
At times the lightning trickles around the drover’s track;
But Harry pushes onward, his horses’ strength he tries,
In hope to reach the river before the flood shall rise.

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Was he Harry Dale from the poem? They had the same nickname. At the moment he heard the poem, he saw in his mind’s eye, his life, to learn the craft of droving.
Harry was born the 5th child of 11 children; 3 boys and 8 girls. His family were drovers from the top of their broad brim hats down to their R M William boots and loved what they did.
Harry’s father worked as a drover in the Dirranbandi, St George and Bollon areas in southwest Queensland where he lived a simple life.
As soon as Harry discovered what he wanted to do, his world changed in one day.
It happened when the Principal at Dirranbandi State School, which Harry attended, contacted Harry’s father to speak with him about Harry.
At their meeting in his office, the Principal said to Harry’s father, ‘Mr Williams, Harry isn’t doing well at school and I think for the boy’s future he should go with you.’ His father agreed.
Harry hated school and couldn’t see the sense in going each day when he could be out working with his horses and dogs. His father survived through life without an education and he would do the same. I’ll learn by listening to older men who’d been there and done it, it’ll be better than going to school, he always joked.
It was difficult at times when he needed to read, because he didn’t learn how to read or write only to sign his name in a scribble fashion he could only understand. Apart from having little or no education he possessed an immeasurable sixth sense to understand what he needed to do and to do the task to the best of his ability. He prided himself for being as honest as the day is long and abided to this honesty for the remainder of his life.

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Mervyn Barrington, his uncle, cleared bore drains for a living, using draft horses to tow a delver. A delver is steel constructed ‘A’ frame appliance with wooden wings on either side. Up to 14 draft horses towed the delver through the bore drains to clear silt or rubbish and allow the water to flow from the bore head along miles of drain to water stock.
From an early age Harry possessed an ‘eye’ for a horse. Shape, conformation, colour, head shape, distance between the eyes, sensibility and most important the horse’s personality.
There were rogues and also well behaved horses, much like humans. He reckoned when he harnessed his uncle’s draft horses and hitched them behind the delver he spoke in their language; he knew each by name and had them eat from the palm of his hand to do what he wanted them to do.
His hands guided the draft horses through miles of bore drain, clearing roly-poly bur which blocked the water flow. If the roly-poly was not cleared from the bore drain, the drain became blocked and water overflowed from the drain out across the land, thereby stopping the water flow to the end of the bore drain.
He learned young in life, hard work never killed anyone.
In between working for his uncle, he helped his father in droving cattle or sheep, mainly as the horse tailer. His job as a horse tailer, to ensure all of the horses were shod regularly; feed and watered and to load and unload the pack saddles from the packhorses. Pack saddles were used to carry most of their equipment and food. Another chore he did was feed and take care of the dogs; at times he attended to ten dogs.
His father taught him how to work from dawn until dusk without complaint and to do the job right in the first place so that way there were no mistakes and the job need not be done again.
After Harry worked for his father and uncle for a couple of years he was earnest to go out on his own as a drover to prove he could do it. By this time he’d acquired three horses, one to ride and two to carry gear in the pack saddles. With his three dogs and horses; he had his first droving plant.
His first droving contract actually came by accident or opportunity.
One day while he was helping his father move one thousand sheep from a property west of St George to Dirranbandi, a truck overturned on the side of the roadway not far from where they were droving. The cattle crate on the overturned truck held six bulls that escaped from the crate. Instinctively, Harry whistled his dogs and in no time stopped the bulls from escape.
‘Who are you?’ The truck driver called to Harry.
‘Harry Williams.’ The shy 13 year old lad replied.
‘Obviously you know a thing or two about cattle – how about taking these bulls to Bollon for me. I’ll pay you.’
‘Oh yeah alright,’ his face had a grin from ear to ear, ‘I’d better ask me Dad first though’. His father agreed.

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Harry felt on top of the world, not only being given his first paid job to drive cattle but to receive permission from his father.
This was the start of his career as a drover. Single handed he drove the six bulls to Bollon, a distance of thirty miles and received his first wage. This was a great accomplishment for a 13 year old lad.
It was at this point after he completed the trip to Bollon, the owner of the property, who owned the bulls, asked Harry if he wanted to take 1000 sheep across to Cunnamulla. His father joined him as the camp cook with Harry as Boss Drover.
The role of camp cook was to prepare all meals on the trip. Sheep normally travel about 6 miles per day. The camp cook after finishing breakfast cleared the camp area and moved the camp 6 miles onward. He then prepared the camp area, as well as constructs an enclosed area, called a brake to house the sheep for the night. Each section had five strands of rope and thin wooden poles called droppers to hold the strands together.
Harry learned hard work was the road to success. His work ethics and honesty drove him from contract to contract.
His reputation spread among cockies, stock agents and meat producers.
Droving in the late forties and early fifties boomed. It wasn’t uncommon to see at least six droving camps along the stock route between Cunnamulla and Bourke taking either cattle or sheep to Tancred meatworks in Bourke New South Wales for slaughter.
Cunnamulla was the railhead where sale of sheep and cattle were sold up to three times a week through local stock and station agents. Drovers were needed to shift the stock from Cunnamulla to the meatworks in New South Wales.
Cunnamulla region was in the golden era of sheep production. Australian wool growers received one pound in sterling for one pound of wool. Australia was living off the sheep’s back.

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Wealth grew in the far south west of the state making many a property owner wealthy beyond their wildest dreams.
Cunnamulla in the late forties and early fifties was a hustle and bustle of activity where stockmen, shearers and town folk worked to enjoy the height of wool prices.
Droving was at a premium with the movement of sheep and cattle in all directions. Businesses in the town did a roaring trade providing supplies to the town people as well as outlaying properties.
Everyone had money.

Harry’s father decided to move his family from Dirranbandi and look for work at Cunnamulla.
With two wagonettes; a wagonette is a flat top wooden tray with wooden spoked wheels and steel rims. Each wagonette is pulled by five horses. On the flat top tray sat the driver and passengers plus gear; food and tarpaulin.
At night they camped by a waterhole and rigged up a tarpaulin to cover both wagonettes. Two forked branches tied at either end of the wagonette and a ridge pole placed on top of the forks; the tarpaulin covered the ridge pole formed a tent shape. They cooked their meals on the open fire.
Finally the Williams family arrived in Cunnamulla and camped on the bank of the Warrego River north of the town.
Harry celebrated his 17th birthday.
On the evening of his birthday and after finishing their meal his father addressed the family, ‘we’ve left our home at Dirranbandi and hope to start a new life here at Cunnamulla. Mother and I have something to tell you. You are no longer children and we expect you to go your own way.’ They were tossing their siblings out of the nest.
Harry felt bewildered and understood from his father’s comments he would soon need to leave the family camp and make his own way in life.

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His father continued, ‘before any of you lot decide to go anywhere I want Harry to come forward.’
Harry stood and walked to his father’s side.
‘Mother and I have a family present to give you on your 17th birthday. Hold out your right hand,’ his father instructed.
Harry did as his father asked and saw his father place a gold signet ring on his right ring finger.
‘Harry, this is a signet ring from your mother and me to show you how much we love you. You are the eldest of our three boys; you are the first male child to receive it. Wear it with our love.’
Emotion filled his mind with joy of receiving such a beautiful ring from his parents. He thanked them and showed the ring to his siblings. He would always treasure it and feel proud to be their son. The letters HCW were inscribed on the face of the ring.
‘You’re not getting away so easy,’ his father said, ‘we have 12,000 head of sheep to take from Dyvenor Downs to Wakes Lagoon starting daylight tomorrow, and I want you to help me.’
‘Yeah, I’ll be there.’ He told his father, how he could refuse.
The distance from Cunnamulla to Dyvenor Downs was eighty miles west, as the crow flies. Along the stock route was a little further. With ten horses; a wagonette; five dogs and camp gear, it would take about ten days to reach the sheep station and begin the drive.
Before daybreak the following morning Harry readied the horses and dogs for the trip to Dyvenor Downs.
‘I’ve got an idea.’ Harry’s father told him.
‘Yeah – what’s that?’ Harry replied.
‘You want to get into droving – don’t you?’
‘Yeah – of course, I love droving.’ He replied with an air of excitement in his voice.
‘Instead of me being the Boss Drover of 12,000 head, why don’t we halve them? You be the Boss Drover of 6000 and I’ll take the rest. We use the same camp but keep the two mobs apart. What’d think?’

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Harry could have hugged his father for offering him this opportunity; this was his chance to prove to his father he could do the job. With him along to share the drove, what could be better?
‘Thanks Dad…I don’t know what to say.’ Tears filled his eyes as he looked at his father.
‘Okay then that’s the deal.’ Both men shook hands.
Harry couldn’t believe he was the Boss Drover of 6000 head whilst his father was the Boss Drover of the other half of the mob. Each night they’d join together in camp but keep the mobs apart.
Harry drove the wagonette whilst his father took care of the horses. The dogs travelled with Harry. First they crossed the Warrego River and followed the stock route travelling about ten miles per day. When they reached water, they rested and made camp for the night.
Half-way point of their journey was the town of Eulo. Eulo is likened to an oasis in the desert; this small but thriving township of little more than forty citizens included a post office; police station; hotel and churches.
Everything had gone to plan so far, they were into day five. They made camp on the banks of the Paroo River on the western side of the town.
‘I’ll go and throw a line in to see if I can catch a feed for our supper.’ Harry told his father. He left the camp and walked to the bank of the creek. His only bait was a dried piece of meat he fastened to the hook and threw the line into the water.
Positioned in a squat, he rolled a cigarette, lit it and watched the cork on his line, hoping it would move to indicate he had a bite.
Without a noise, he looked beside him and saw a lady dressed in a beautiful evening frock. Where did she come from? He thought. He didn’t hear anyone come; he must be seeing things.