Byline: George Ernest Morrison; 1883-05-19; The Age; pages 2
I was tracing up this river, cutting from one point of timber to another, and wondering whether the hut was above or below me, when I saw a man on horseback driving cattle. I drew nearer and nearer to him, and long before I could see his face I recognised the wild war song which had so often inspirited me in my voyage to the islands. This was a young Kanaka, a kindly nice lad, from Motualva, beguiled from his home - one of the most beautiful islands of Polynesia - to tend cattle, to do fencing, to mix with gins, amid all the sultry dreariness and cheerlessness of the most utterly wretched district of the Never Never.
Description:Morrison's account of his trip on foot across the Australian continent, including New Guinea. During his trip he encountered Pacific Islanders at work on plantations.
Rights: Public domain.
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