Round
Bowning Hill 16
September 1943 Catholic Weekly (Sydney) |
This
story of the pioneers in our south-western districts is taken from an
address to the “Catholic Historical Society” by the Very Rev. Father P. J. Hartigan, Parish Priest of Narrandera, N.S.W., and known
to every Catholic in Australia by his pen-name, John O'Brien, author of
"Around the Boree Log.'' |
The tale I am going to tell
is about Bowning Hill, where the pioneers went 120 years ago, and
missionary priests followed them and worked for nearly a century, a tale gleaned
from written articles they left behind them, from old newspaper
files, a few diaries and albums, and from the fireside tales of old
timers. What is Bowning Hill? Where is Bowning
Hill? In the good days, when petrol was
plentiful, a traveller between Sydney and Melbourne could not fail
to notice, between the little, old-world town of Yass and the village
of Bowning, a bald hill, 2400 feet above sea level, standing out prominently
from the lesser eminences around it. This is Bowning Hill. Geologically,
an old formation in a district famous in that respect, pushed up
through the sea by earthquakes when all that part of Australia
was lapped by the waves, it abounds in very old marine specimens. Ethnologically, it is worthy of note,
because around its hoary shoulders abound a few traditions. The aborigines believed that a spirit
or demon lived and kept watch on the hill, and that every black fellow
buried under its shade would rise to the top as a white man. The old timers were the first Historical
Society. Their History House was the kitchen fire. Bowning comes into our history when
the Home Government was sceptical about the alienation of Crown
lands. The British Government worked on the
principle that savages had no right to the country except that of
mere occupation, that the disposal of the land
was in the hands of the Government that had taken possession. British subjects, either
individually or in bodies had no right to form colonies without the
consent of the Crown. Because of Crown grants the eyes
were picked out of all tho land near Sydney, so land settlers
followed the tracks of the explorers. The scheme governing land
settlement in this country has been a bungle. The problem was handled by men in
England who knew nothing whatever about conditions in Australia and
could not understand why so small a population should cover such a wide area.
The Government had notice to
prevent the spread of the colony. Bowning Hill was the location of
the boundary of the colony south of Sydney. A notice in the Government Gazette
warned land seekers that if they went beyond the marks of boundary
location they would be regarded as trespassers. But the settlers went beyond the
boundary. Governor Darling was, unable to discipline
the order, and Governor Bourke turned a blind eye, and later on
legalised the trespassing by a scheme of easy purchase and leasehold. Hume, in 1821, discovered the Yass
Plains. On his [1824-5] expedition to Victoria he did not pass Bowning Hill.
He went south, came back again
and joined [what became known as]
the Port Phillip track (later known as the Great Southern-road, and then
the Hume Highway), between Goulburn, and Yass, where Father Therry took up his, station 14 years later. Henry O'Brien, of Douro was the
first to go round Bowning Hill in 1823. After the reports of the explorers the
other settlers followed him. The Faithfulls
and the Reids were the first [settler] men to cross the Murray. After the explorers went the adventurers,
and after the adventurers went the missionaries. The first priest to go round Bowning
Hill was Bishop Polding. He went as far as Redbank, Jugiong,
and saw the Murrumbidgee for the first time, describing it as like an English
river. But the Murrumbidgee was not always
as an English river. When the snows came down it was often eight
miles wide in parts, and the Gundagai flood of 1852 drowned 72 of a
total of 240 inhabitants. The Sunday before the waters came
down Father P. J. Magennis had rounded up all his congregation for Mass and brought them to the
Sacraments. Some may call it coincidence,
some may call it chance, but we have heard of Him who had
compassion on the multitude. There was some concern that
Father Magennis might have been caught by the
flood, but he and a stockman got out just in time. Round that neighbourhood Banjo
Paterson got the inspiration for those ballads that afterwards were
published under the title of "The Man from Snowy River." He was the first poet to see the Australian
scene with Australian eyes, and he captured its atmosphere. His verses have given permanence to
the old settlers and stations. Without them Kiley's
Run and Conroy's Gap would be merely places. The pioneer priests of the Goulburn-Yass
district were Fathers Brennan, Lovat, Fitzpatrlck and Magennis. They worked among the settlers,
riding from hut to hut, humpy to humpy, and
left a tradition of which we are so proud. Father Magennis
came to Australia as a student in 1838. He worked for a few years in Maitland,
and then was sent to Yass. His work brought him through the
rough stuff, but a change was beginning to come over the face of
Australia. Little town were coming up, most
of them raised round a shanty along the path the bullock drays went. But always they were raised around the
Pound. The Pound was an Australian invention.
The first Impounding Act was passed in
1829. The pound keeper became a very important
person. Stockowners and travellers gathered
around his business. He was followed by the blacksmith's
shop, where horses and bullocks were shod and drays repaired. The blacksmith brought quite a lot of
people around in his own right. That gave rise to an accommodation
house, a shanty which bore a licence for the sale of spirituous and
fermented liquors. The licence was very often a
myth, but not so the liquor. It was usually brewed in an illicit
still somewhere in the scrub. Father Magennis
worked around and in these country towns. He partly built the first church
at Boorowa - the first church beyond the "Boundary of
location.'' He collected for the Tumut
church, and was the first priest to say Mass at Wagga. Father Magennis
stayed at Father Therry's station. There was a lot of heart -
burning about the money Father Therry was supposed
to have made out of his station. The station was 120,000 acres. At that time there was an unwritten
law that if a property was not used to its best advantage anybody could
take any part of it not so used by merely paying the rent. Certain squatters jumped Father Therry's land. It was not dishonest. All you could
say is that it was unsportsmanlike. Even in spite of that, Father Therry could have made a lot of money. He had, a man named Sullivan managing
for him. The station was near Ten-Mile
Creek, where the town of Germanton sprang up in the 1840's. [This is either a second station or one of
them is misplaced in this story.] He sold part of his land to Purtell and Carmody. Purtell was the
owner in 1845. Father Therry
never went up there until later. If the station had been properly
managed, he should have made enough money to build St. Mary's Cathedral.
The present owner of the station is R.
McLaurin, a fine type of old Australian settler. The greatest development in church
buildings in that vast area from Yass to the border took place after
1857. In that year were sent two priests
closely associated for years among the names of those who have labored in the South, Father McAlroy
and Father Bermingham. They were a perfect team. McAlroy was builder, architect, man of affairs and
administrator. Bermingham was the orator, brilliant scholar,
organiser, and always the support of his chief. The priests before them had been very
busy going from hut to hut, and the names of Brennan, Lovat, and Magennis should
never be forgotten; but they had no opportunity to build a church. Within two years Bishop Polding had laid foundation stones at Jugiong, Tumut,
Albury, Gunning, Binalong; Boorowa and Wagga. Two hundred horseman
riding two abreast, brought him round Bowning Hill. These churches were all in the one
parish. The priests used to go there once
a month. That entailed the greatest amount of
travelling. They covered between them 12,000
miles a year. These days a country priest, with
a motor ear would do well to do 10,000 miles a year. But, when a man does it on
horseback, after a long day's travel, he won't do more than he has
to. In 1861 Bermingham
went to Ireland to recuperate. He broke his journey to Rome to
lend a hand to Father McEncroe's scheme to establish
a new dioceses. While in Rome he studied for, and
secured his Doctorate of Divinity. McAlroy carried on
alone. In 1859 he started a convent in Goulburn.
The walls had been built; but the
work could not go on for lack of funds. Bishop Polding
brought McAlroy down, and the nuns were in the
convent in six months. When Father Lanigan
came in 1867, of 25 brick churches, 10 had: been built and paid
for by McAlroy. This is his work. He had built
the convent for the Sisters of Mercy at Goulburn, and the Bishop's
House, Goulburn (both those buildings have been extended); he built St. Mary's
at Grabben Gullen; the churches at Breadalbane,
Gunning, Yass (costing £2400), Boorowa, Binalong, Jugiong,
Gundagai, Tumut, Wagga, St. Patrick's Albury (which is still large enough to
accommodate the Catholics of Albury), Howlong, Corowa, Thurguna, Bona
and Wynona. He lit the sanctuary lamps from Goulburn to the Murray, burning still
where he first placed the Holy of Holies. He raised £50,000, the equivalent of
£100,000 to-day. His whole Catholic population numbered
5000. But he did not confine his appeals to
the Catholics. He brought the nuns to Albury in
1868, and selected the nuns for Yass in 1875. In 1874 he got Bermlngham,
who was Vice-Rector of Carlow College, to bring the Presentation Nuns to
Wagga. He was the first to move for
St. Patrick's College, Goulburn. All the education that is carried on
in the South goes back in a long descent to McAlroy. Not for nothing was lie
called "The Apostle of the South." His last effort was to begin the
building of Mt. Erin Convent at Wagga; but Dr. Lanigan
thought he was planning it on too large a scale. That is my story. The face of the country has changed
since those men beheld it. To-day the harvesters' tractors, drawn
by power, are humming and droning in the wheat, where was only
virgin timber when they were there. The new brick house, with the roses
clustering round tho porch, tolls of better times and gladder times
than when the old people dwelt there. |