The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mysteryPotter, Robert
Science
The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mystery
Potter, Robert
Science fiction, Australian
Mr. Berry, with the horses and waggons, left Adelaide within a week of
our arrival there. Mr. Fetherston, Jack, and I, remained a week or ten
days longer. It was arranged that we should join them at Port Augusta,
whence the real start would be made. Most of the time thus gained Jack
and I spent in trying to make ourselves as well acquainted as
possible with the route we were to travel by, and its position with
reference to the other parts of Australia. In the Government office
there were several charts and plans which we were permitted to study
and to copy. The route was in the main identical with Stuart’s track,
but of much of the northern extremity it seemed to us doubtful if it
had ever been surveyed at all. Of the other parts, however, a good
deal was known, and the creeks and ranges were laid down with much
apparent precision. Parts of the route might prove to be almost
impracticable after a dry season, but as far as our information went,
the worst country would be met with, not in the far interior but
somewhere between Port Augusta and a point a little north of Lake
Eyre.
Mr. Fetherston, Jack, and I, left Port Adelaide for Port Augusta the
first week in November in a slow little steamer that took near a week
on the passage; and we had to stay nearly another week at Port Augusta
before the overland party arrived. I remember nothing of Port Augusta
except a very miserable public-house, at which we lodged, and the sand
hills, long, low, and white.
On the 20th of November we were well on the road, and we hoped to
reach Daly Waters in about three months, and Mr. Fetherston expected
that the line would be open to Port Darwin in about three months more.
I may as well say here that it was in fact opened in the month of
August, just nine months after we left Port Augusta.
We travelled over a very miserable country for some weeks. Not a
really green thing was to be seen, and water was very scarce and bad.
And the heat was excessive, far worse than we found it on any other
part of the route; far worse, indeed, than any heat that I have ever
endured either in Australia or elsewhere.
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