Produced by Nick Wall, Meredith Bach and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) [Illustration: THE AUTHOR. 1890.] Reminiscences of Queensland 1862-1899. BY W. H. CORFIELD. BRISBANE: A. H. FRATER, INNS OF COURT, ADELAIDE STREET. 1921 Printed by H. Pole & Co. Limited, Elizabeth Street, Brisbane. To the Men and Women of the North and West. To those who Blazed the Trail, and to those who Followed. FOREWORD The reasons for this book are as follow:--Whilst talking over early days with Mr. Courtenay-Luck, the popular Secretary of the Commercial Travellers' Club, that gentleman suggested that I should write a paper, to be read at a meeting of the Historical Society of Queensland. In writing that paper, so many long-forgotten men, places and incidents came back to memory that I thought my reminiscences might prove interesting to others. I may be occasionally incorrect in dates, or in the sequence of events, but I relate facts and personal experiences. As they are, I leave them to the kind consideration of readers. W. H. CORFIELD. _Sandgate, October, 1920._ Reminiscences of Queensland 1862-1899. CHAPTER I. As it is in the blood of most Englishmen from the "West Country" to seek adventure abroad, it is little wonder that the visit of an uncle from Australia strengthened a desire I felt to seek my fortune in that country. This uncle--H. C. Corfield--was the owner of some pastoral country in the Burnett district, and described in glowing terms life in the Australian bush. I might say here this was not all it had been painted, but that by the way. And so it happened that on a cold, foggy morning in February, 1862, I found myself with an old schoolmate--George Custard--on board of, as it was then customary to advertise, "the good ship, 'City of Brisbane,' 1,100 tons burthen, 'Neville,' Master," which lay in Plymouth Sound, waiting her final complement of passengers for Queensland. Mr. Henry Jordan, who was representing the Colony, came on board to address the passengers, who, he said, were going to a land of promise, where in the evening of his life, a man--as the reward of his labour--would sit in the shade of his own fig tree and enjoy the rest he had earned. Soon the capstan was manned, and the anchor lifted to the old chantey: For tinkers, and tailors, and lawyers, and all, Way! Aye! Blow the men down! They ship for real sailors, aboard the Black Ball, Give me some time to blow the men down. Blow, boys, blow, to Californeo-o-! There's plenty of gold, so we've been told, On the banks of Sacremento!