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James was born 8th July 1817[1]. He passed away 7th February 1906.[2] He was a historian of some note, and a Fellow of the Royal Geographic Society, so some of his books had "FRGS" after his name.
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James Bonwick
James Bonwick |
James Bonwick, by Edward Cecil Porter, 1885-1890
Born 6 July 1817
Lingfield, Surrey, England
Died 6 February 1906 (aged 88)
Southwick, Sussex, England
Occupation(s) teacher, author, historian and archivist
Known for Bonwick Transcripts
Spouse Esther Anne Beddow (m 17 April 1840)
Children 7 children (2 dying in infancy)
Parent(s) James Bonwick and Mary Preston
James Bonwick (8 July 1817 – 6 February 1906) was an English-born Australian historical and educational writer.
Early life
Bonwick was born Lingfield, Surrey, England, the eldest son of James Bonwick, carpenter, and his second wife Mary Ann née Preston. James Bonwick, the elder, was a man of some mechanical ability, but he suffered from ill health, and his children were brought up in poor circumstances. His eldest son was educated at the Borough Road school, Southwark, and at 17 years of age began teaching at a school at Hemel Hempstead and similar positions followed at Bexley and Liverpool. In April 1840 he married Esther Ann Beddow, the daughter of a Baptist clergyman, and in the following year obtained a position at the Normal School, Hobart, Tasmania.
Career in Australia
Teacher
Bonwick and his wife arrived at Hobart on 10 October 1841. He was a successful teacher in Hobart for eight years and published the first of his many school books Geography for the Use of Australian Youth in 1845. He went to Adelaide in 1850, and opened a private school. In 1852 made his way to the Victorian gold diggings after finding himself in debt. He did not find much gold, but his health benefited. He then went to Melbourne where he published The Australian Gold-Diggers' Monthly Magazine from October 1852 until its final edition in May 1853. In 1852 he also published "Notes of a gold digger: and gold digger's guide". He then established a successful boarding school at Kew now a suburb of Melbourne. He had already published several school books and pamphlets, when in 1856 he published his Discovery and Settlement of Port Phillip, the first of his historical works. About this time he joined the Victorian government service as an inspector of denominational schools, and in 1857 made a tour of inspection through the western district of Victoria. He then made Ballarat his centre and worked there for about four years. During his journeys he suffered from sunstroke and a coaching accident, and became so ill that he had to retire from the service. He was given 18 months' leave of absence, but was unable to continue this work. His head had been injured in the accident. He was never able to ride a horse again, and he was always liable to have an attack of giddiness. He visited England in 1860 and then returned to Melbourne in July 1862 and opened a school in the suburb of St Kilda, which became very prosperous. He paid another visit to England with his wife, leaving the school in the hands of a son and a friend of his. They, however, mismanaged the school, and Bonwick was compelled to return and put things in order again. He was doing much writing, and in the ensuing years travelled in various parts of Australia, New Zealand and
Europe.
Author
Bonwick's initial works drew on his experience as a teacher and later of the Victorian gold diggings. He extended his repertoire, focusing on the history of Colonial Australia and religious subjects. Some of Bonwick's more important volumes were John Batman (1867); The Last of the Tasmanians, Daily Life and Origin of the Tasmanians, and Curious Facts of Old Colonial Days, all of which were published in 1870; Egyptian Belief and Modern Thought (1878), First Twenty Years of Australia (1882), Port Phillip Settlement (1883), Romance of the Wool Trade (1887) and Irish Druids and Old Irish Religions (1894).
Archivist
James Bonwick began examining historical records of Australian interest in London in 1884 and in 1887 he was authorised by the New South Wales Colonial Secretary, Sir Henry Parkes to transcribe Governors’ despatches from the Public Record Office as part of a drive to collect records for an official centenary history of New South Wales.
Bonwick was appointed archivist for the New South Wales government in 1888 and continued until 1902. He compiled what became known as the Bonwick Transcripts. These handwritten transcripts of records held in the Public Record Office, London (now The National Archives) were published in the series Historical Records of New South Wales (1892-1901). Later life
In 1900 he had celebrated with his wife the sixtieth anniversary of their wedding. She died in 1901 and he felt her loss keenly. He completed and published in 1902 his final volume, an autobiography, An Octogenarian's Reminiscences, and died on 6 February 1906. He was survived by five children.
Legacy
Bonwick was a religious man, full of nervous energy and passion for his work. History, religion, astronomy, geography, anthropology and trade were among the subjects of his books. Some of the more important have been mentioned, some fifty others are listed in "A Bibliography of James Bonwick" by Dr G. Mackaness (Journal and Proceedings, Royal Australian Historical Society, 1937). An even longer list of his writings is appended to James Bonwick by E. E. Pescott. His school books were of great value at a time when it was difficult to obtain suitable books in Australia, and his historical work was always conscientious.
Bonwick is best remembered for his transcripts of British Government records that formed the basis of the reference work: Historical Records of New South Wales. These records were his principal work until in 1902, at the age of 85, he resigned his position.
It is true that Bonwick's transcripts and the resulting 7 volumes of Historical Records of New South Wales received later criticism. His selections were arbitrary and he was accused of censorship and excluding material that reflected poorly on individuals whether government officials, the military and free settlers, or drew attention to convict origins.
However, these transcripts and publications had great utilitarian value for researchers, students and general readers who had no chance of seeing the original documents in Britain. Eventually the National Library of Australia and the State Library of New South Wales were to approach the Public Record Office with requests to microfilm these records comprehensively. This ultimately led to the two libraries signing an agreement with the PRO to establish the Australian Joint Copying Project (AJCP).
The Bonwick Transcripts were transferred to the Mitchell Library when it was founded in 1910 as the "Australiana" Wing of the Library.
In 1856, the Victorian government botanist Ferdinand von Mueller, named Euodia bonwickii (now Melicope bonwickii) in his honour.
Take care checking BDM, his wife was Esther Ann Beddow, he may have had a Brother or relative Named William Priess Bonwick, who also married a Beddow (Sarah). Strangley his daughter called herself Mrs. Beddow.
Daily Telegraph (Launceston, Tas.) Sat 10 Feb 1906 Page 5[8]
OUR HOBART LETTER
[BY OUR SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT.]
HOBART, Friday. — James Bonwick,
the well-known Tasmanian historian, is
dead. He wrote many books dealing
with early Tasmanian history, which
are valuable because they have long
gone out of print. "William Buckley,
the Wild White Man, and His Port
Phillip Black Friends," was published
in 1856, and "The Discovery and Settlement
of Port Phillip" in the same year.
"The last of the Tasmanians, or the
Black War," was issued in 1870. In
the year 1841 he published a geography
in pocket edition, to meet the wants
of young colonials, who were not at
all certain in what part of the world
England lay, or whether Tasmania was
an island or not. The first part of this
book (a copy of which is in one's possession)
treated with New South Wales
and Van Diemen's Land, and contained
an account of the then rising settlements
of South Australia and New Zealand.
Bonwick arrived in Hobart in
1841, in a brig of two hundred tons
called the William Wallace. He acted
for many years as a sort of inspector
of schools, and carried out his work
conscientiously.
The voyage out from the old country
lasted 120 days, and Bonwick had a
bad time of it with the captain and
crew. The historian thus relates the
tale of his voyage : "The captain, mate,
and surgeon," said he, "proved regular
topers, and the skipper tried us with
fit of delirium tremens. The crew imitated
the officers, and made free with
the cargo. One night, fortunately
calm, all on deck were asleep from
drink, and the rudder had no one in
charge. It was not too late for piracy.
Passing near Cape de Verde we were
chased by a piratical craft, and were
saved by our superior sailing before the
wind. On the second day of our chase
a British frigate came up, fired a shot,
and with all sail set was after the
craft. We some years afterwards
heard of the capture of the Spanish
pirates and our saving from treading
the plank. When, at the end of 120
days' voyage, we sat down (October 10,
1841) to a civilised meal, with milk to
our tea and fresh butter to our bread,
we felt grateful for our preservation
from nature's tumults and from man's
vices. The vessel left us in port and
went on to New Zealand, where, as we
heard, the drunken captain was seized
and imprisoned for stealing the ship's
goods. The doctor many years later I
met as teacher of a Roman Catholic
school, who recognised in his inspector
one of the victims of his former medical
career." Some years ago Bonwick, who
was between eighty and ninety years of
age when he died, was employed by the
Tasmanian Government in the compilation
of a number of old-time records.
He prepared quite enough of these to
load up five or six wheelbarrows. What
Bonwick did he did well. An attempt
was made to secure him a pension from
the Tasmanian Government, but it failed,
and it is said the old gentleman
took the refusal very much to heart.
The Argus (Melbourne, Vic.) Sat 17 Feb 1906 Page 4 OCTOGENARIAN BONWICK[9]
OCTOGENARIAN BONWICK.
By DONALD BONWICK
With the death of James Bonwick, Australian
historian, which took place in London
last week, a remarkable career
came to an honourable close. He was a
fugitive historian, an active publicist, who
saw much of the stirring early days in Tasmania
and Australia, and has written of
them in works, as strangely varied in form
as in matter. He never achieved the fame
that finds its memorial in uniform and
costly editions, but his books and pamphlets
numbered over sixty, and dealt with a
great variety of subjects. He was a
schoolmaster to begin with, and amongst his
earliest publications were a geography, grammar
and reader for young Australians.
James Bonwick was an old man, and most
of his earlier publications had been forgotten,
when educationalists in Australia began
to see the wisdom of attempting what he
had done 50 years before. Within four
years of his death, and at the age of 85, he
brought out his last book, "An Octogenarian's
Reminiscences." The incidents are
a little jumbled, the threads of memory confused,
and picked up sometimes in duplicate,
but through it, as in all his publications,
whether dealing with history, fiction, ethnology,
astronomy, religion, or education, is
the same note of cheerfulness and thanksgiving
for the blessing of an active life.
It is as the casual historian that
James Bonwick appeals chiefly to Australians,
for much that he gathered into
modest little volumes—no two covers of
which are alike—will be the basis of history
in the future.
He came to Australia in 1841, having
been chosen with five others as Government
teachers for the Tasmanian schools. His
friend Chambers, whom he mentions as one
of the party, was the father of Mr. J. S.
Chambers, of Melbourne. Both were great
temperance advocates all their lives. Mr.
Chambers being what was then called a
"long-pledged man," and Bonwick one of
Stanhope's "short-pledged men." On the
voyage out the captain, officers, and doctor
of the brig William Wise were nearly always
drunk, and Bonwick saw so much of
the evils of intemperance in those early days
that he said one day to Chambers, "Draw
up any pledge you like, and I will sign it."
It was a curious coincidence that years
afterwards Bonwick, as an inspector of
schools in Tasmania, discovered in one of
his teachers the dissolute doctor of the William
Wise. In Tasmania. Bonwick was in
contact with many interesting people, who
led stormy but picturesque lives amongst
them was the Irish patriot, "O'Meagher of
the Sword" who one day flung away his
parole and bolted on horseback for the
nearest port. The British Government,
Bonwick explains, treated its rebels; courteously,
as "misguided gentlemen." Amongst
them were several of the Canadian rebels,
who had taken part in the Papineau rebellion,
quelled at Toronto in 1837.
Bonwick described them as young Christian,
temperate min who were much liked
temperate men, and when give their liberty
were publicly feted before leaving the
colony. He came in contact with the island
bushrangers, chief amongst whom were
Martin Cash and Michael Howe. In a
book which professes to be fiction, but is
mainly fact, he told the life story of Michael
Howe, and it was Mr. Duterrean, the catechist
of Flinders Island, who first interested
him in the "Black War," which obliterated
the Tasmanian aboriginals, and the story of
which was told later in "The Lost Tasmanian
Race." Amongst the striking characters
whom Bonwick met in those days was
Henry Melville, a dreamer, whose book,
"Veritas" is a strange blend of Oriental
lore and Masonic symbolism, which was to
supersede all religions. Even in the later
years of his life Bonwick wondered whether
"Veritas would not be dug up in after
years by archæologists to become a great
discovery, perhaps a new faith. Melville,
like Ignatius Donelly, had a cypher which
explained all mysteries, and which, as far
as one can understand it, seems to have
been an earlier form of children's picture
books Another of the forgotten worthies
was Horne, the teacher at Point Pear.
There he found youthful convicts, steeped
in every depravity, past masters in every
crime, but by the blending of just and strict
authority, with loving sympathy, he got at
their inner natures and fanned the almost
dead embers into the flame of a living
humanity, until they held to him as the
sheet anchor of their stormy, troubled lives.
When he died the last words from his lips
were, "My poor boys—my poor boys."
Once Bonwick went on a pilgrimage
through Bagdad, Jerusalem, Abyssinia, and
Jericho, but it was no record of Eastern
travel, for all these hamlets with historic
names lay between Hobart and Launceston.
On the way he came to a cottage and to a
strange experience. The woman who lived
in it told him that she had not been to
church for four years until one Sunday her husband
proposed that they should go to hear
a new preacher. The sequel was dramatic
—but whether due to evangelistic influence
or religious mania is not quite clear. This
woman told Bonwick she thought so
much and felt so much better after the service that
one day Christ came to the doorway, and
sad, "Will you give up everything for me."
"Everything," she replied, and He answered,
"I will take only the child." She
walked to a couch, drew aside a cloth, and
showed the dead white face of a little child.
"Woman, don't you feel?" Bonwick gasped
in his astonishment, "Yes," she answered.
"I feel as if I could sing all day long."
Emotional natures were strangely wrought
upon in those early days of loneliness.
In Adelaide Bonwick knew Sturt,
the famous explorer, who one day at dinner,
said to him. "Ah' In all my journeys
I never caused pain or sorrow to a black."
He met many dreamers then, men whose
change of fortune was always just ahead,
but certain to come, and he notes as a coincidence
that that they were nearly always
miners. It was their dreams, not their
knowledge that made them miners, and if
they failed it was only because their
day had not come. Bonwick was in Adelaide
when he had his first mining experience on
the Burra copper field, but it was at a time
when the colony was being slowly depopulated
with the rush across the Mallee
deserts to the Victorian diggings. He
joined the rush, and one of his mates on
Forest Creek was a doctor, outside whose
tent, as a special appeal to his countrymen,
was the sign. "Dr. Tracey, from Limerick."
Dr. Tracey was afterwards well know as
one of the leading surgeons of Melbourne.
On the way to the diggings they stopped for
the night at a canvas shanty, and when
Bonwick tuned down the blankets upon his
stretcher, he found them soaked with
blood. The party went out and slept in the
bush for their health's sake. They had no
sooner bottomed on gold at Fiery Creek
than they gave up, and tramped back to
Melbourne again. Hundred of ounces of
gold were taken out of the same claim by
the men who jumped it. Bonwick had only
sampled the discovery, and it is hard to say
whether, in "Notes of a Gold Digger,"
which he wrote soon afterwards for a Melbourne
bookseller, he speaks of his own experience
or that of more lucky diggers. The
long-looked-for patch had been stuck. "No,
it is not mica, the mother of gold, but
beautiful little specks and nuggets of real
gold I stuck all about the place like currants
in a Christmas pudding. There is no mistake
about it, as you pick them off bit by
bit, the little darlings, and tumble them
promiscuously into a pannikin." Many of
the diggers believed that gol had fallen
originally in the form of a volcanic
shower.
In Melbourne he started the "Diggers'
Magazine," but society was too chaotic to
stand by anything that came to it regularly
—unless it happened to be gold. Bonwick's
story of "Buckley, the Wild White Man,"
was written in 1852, for he had always an
eye for the literary value of any picturesque
character who came his way. Amongst
other incidents of early days, he touches
upon the disappearance of Gellibrand and
Hesse, whose fates are still, in
some measure a mystery. The story
is familiar to me, apart from historical
narratives, for my grandparents
were living at Point Henry,
Geelong, at the time these two settlers were
lost. My grandfather helped to capture
from amongst a mob of blacks upon the
beach one man who wore a velveteen shooting
jacket supposed to belong to Hesse. In
this they were wrong, for the jacket had
been given to the aboriginal by one of the
settlers. Buckley, the wild while man, of
whom Bonwick has also written—and of
whose character and adventures I heard
much in youth that is half forgotten—was
persuaded to put on hit native dress, return
to the tribe, and learn, if possible, the
fate of the lost men. The mystery was
long a matter of speculation in the West,
though a sheppherd on Mt. Rouse found,
years afterwards, the skeleton of a horse
and the rusted ironwork of a bridle, which
were supposed to be traces of the lost men.
James Bonwick was at Ballarat when the
famous Welcome Nugget, worth £10,000
was dug out during the last hour's work
in a claim which was to be abandoned as a
duffer. He saw the arrival at Geelong
In 1857 of a party of Highland immigrants
from the Isle of Skye, who being bred as
shepherds in Scotland, became the faithful
shepherds of the Western district, where
their highland names are perpetuated in
their children.
Bonwick and his wife lived to celebrate
their diamond wedding.
The Age (Melbourne, Vic.) Fri 9 Feb 1906 Page 5[10]
A PERSONAL SKETCH.
(BY A MEMBER OF HIS TEACHING
STAFF.)
The late Mr. Bonwick was one of those
remarkable men who, once known, can
never be forgotten. I first met him in 1862,
when, after his return from a trip to England,
in search of health, he embarked on
a lecturing tour throughout Victoria. His
lectures, mostly illustrating the countries
he had visited, were very popular; and
though his magic lanterns and the views displayed
through them very inferior to
those we are are now accustomed to, they drew
large audiences, and were highly appreciated.
In 1863 Mr. Bonwick founded Carlton
House School, St. Kilda, It was an immediate
success, and before long he had over
159 boys under his charge, including beween
30 and 40 boarders, besides a special
class of young men ranging from eighteen
to five and twenty years of age, all of
whom lived on the school premises, and
who paid fees rising from £75 to £90.
Mr. Bonwick was one of the most active
men I ever met. He would dart from one
classroom to another in the most erratic
manner, and in a style peculiarly his own
take the class for a few minutes completely
out of the hands of the teacher in charge,
and then depart as suddenly as he appeared
to repeat the procedure in another
classroom. His fund of information on all
subjects seamed exhaustless, and while he
never ostentatiously paraded his knowledge
or appeared in the least pedantic, his conversation
was always entertaining and enjoyable.
He had little belief in home lessons,
but he strictly insisted that all boys
in the upper school should write as full an
account as possible of his Friday afternoon
lectures. These lectures were a feature of
the school instruction, and it was certainly
an inspiring sight to witness the whole 150
scholars, young and old, gathered into the
big school room for their weekly treat. On
a large blackboard he had previously jotted
down the headings of the lecture, and
the incidents he intended to describe in
detail. The battle of Waterloo, the siege of
Jerusalem, the Greek, Roman and Carthegenian
war, the conquests of Mexico and
Peru, &c. all formed the subjects of many
a stirring lecture, and without doubt
aroused his youthful audience (as many
of them have since admitted) both patriotism
and love of history and adventure. As
the, lectures were prepared with great care
and delivered in the most eloquent and attractive
style, he was a very dull boy who
could not (with the help of the notes he
was allowed to copy from the blackboard)
manage to write a page or two at least
about the lecture. Though not a strict disciplinarian—in fact,
there was much lack
of method in his school system— yet he had
a wonderful command over boys. I never
personally knew him cane a boy, but I knew
several boys who for their wrongdoing
ought to have been caned, and who, in my
opinion, would have been all the better for
it; but they were merely kept indoors for
a while, or set special tasks.
The charge of so large a school entailed
a severe mental strain, especially at the
week end, and frequently his Friday lectures
were followed by complete nervous
prostration. Mr. Bonwick was a great
walker, and thoroughly enjoyed the exercise.
He thought nothing of walking from
St. Kilda to Brighton, Cheltenham or Oakleigh
and back, and always encouraged
his pupils to lake long walks. On
one occasion he told a class how
when he was travelling in Switzerland
a number of village children gazed at him
in astonishment as he passed them walking
at a rapid pace, with an umbrella over his
head and his hat in his hand. I frequently
saw him indulge in that same habit,
which often raised a smile in those who
did not know him. But as he said he
liked to keep his head cool." He was also
very fond of sea-bathing, taking his dip
regularly summer and winter through, and
setting an example that many younger
people highly admired, but had not the
courage to imitate.
Mr. Bonwick's name was so well known)
both through his position as an inspector
and through the numerous books he had
written, that boys were attracted to Carlton
House from all the Australian colonies,
as well as New Zealand. Among the boarders
was a son of John Batman, founder of
Melbourne: a son of Mr. Napier, who purchased
a Collins-street allotment at the
first land sale held in Melbourne in 1837;
Sir. John Bird, ex-M.L.A., of Scarsdale
who son Frank lost his leg in the South
African war; Lieutenant-Colonel Umphelby,
who was killed in the same year, and
his brother Major Tom Umphelby, who
saw service there. Dr. Felix Meyer was
a day boy, and a future distinguished Australian
cricketer, Frank Allan, who had
not then developed the wonderful bonding
power that earned for him the title of "the
bowler of a century," could nevertheless
fire a marble in a manner that I never
saw any other boy equal.
Life in Primitive Victoria (1934, February 10). The Argus (Melbourne, Vic. ), p. 6.[11]
Life in Primitive Victoria.
A Pioneer Tells.
By E. A. BEDDOW
[Mrs Beddow who writes from London
in her 88th year is a daughter of James
Bonwick (1817 1906), the historian of early
Australia.]
These are a few unvarnished details
of the early days of Melbourne
immediately following
the discovery of gold in February
1852. We were then residing
in Adelaide. My father
had built a brick house on the
confines of the park lands
where he was following his profession of
school master. Directly the news of the
discovery of gold was made known men
of every rank and station left their professions,
workshops, and occupations
in a mad rush to the land of gold. My
mother used to say that on the following
Sunday the only man in the church
was the minister.
James Bonwick, who 10 years later was
the master of a flourishing private school
in St. Kilda, and Dr. Tracey, afterward
the eminent surgeon of Collins street
started off together, reaching Melbourne
in a crowded steamer. Many men tramped
all the way, or by waggons were helped
on the tedious journey, where no made
roads existed, through forests and across
creeks to their goal. For the trip from
Melbourne to Bendigo our little party
managed to obtain a horse and trap,
quite a luxury. Having pitched their tent
among a motley crowd, they set to work
with pickaxe and shovel to gain the precious
metal, but hands unaccustomed to
manual labour were soon blistered and
great pain resulted. Privation, hunger,
and thirst had to be endured, water was
very scarce and expensive, bread cost 2/
a loaf a box of sardines cost 4/, and so
on Flour and water mixed and baked in
the ashes which went under the name
of damper," and the same mixture fried
in a pan and called "Johnny cakes," was
their staple food. However, mutton was
cheap and plentiful, hindquarters being
bought for half a crown. Butter and milk
were unknown. After six weeks of such
wretched existence the gold found in a
hole 8ft deep and 6ft in diameter, being
far below their high expectations, my
father and Dr. Tracey found their way
back to Melbourne, seeking more congenial
employment. Their decision not to return
to Adelaide led to the young wives and
children being urged to join them.
A Wattle and Dab Cottage
When my refined and delicate mother
arrived the only place found for her receptlon
with three little ones was a two
roomed cottage of wattle and daub. Melbourne
at that time consisted of a few
scattered wooden houses. Tents were much
in demand and as soon as one could
be procured we were taken into the gum-
tree forest of Boroondara, opossums being
our only neighbours. In the moonlight
they could be seen springing from tree
to tree over his lonely tent. The only
method of cooking was by a primitive
camp oven placed over a fire of sticks and
bark gathered by the children—and fire
kept burning on the lid. In this our
bread was baked and all other food was
cooked. Whenever welcome rain fell a
large sheet was tied by the four corners
to different trees and a tub placed under
the middle to receive the precious water
filtering through. When this supply was
not available my father in the early morning
had to walk a mile and a half to
the river and carry back two buckets of
water, which was all the family had for
24 hours. Sometimes the eldest boy aged
nine or ten years, accompanied his father
and filled a smaller utensil but much was
wasted on the journey.
The bread-winner rode into Melbourne
every morning, and on his return in the
evening he had to 'coo-ee' until he received
an answering call assuring him
that he was near his forest home. When
labour could be obtained land was cleared.
After six months of tent life my mother moved her family into this house. This was the first house built in what soon became the pretty suburb of Kew. I well remember that to reach Kew from Collingwood, a fast-growing suburb, we had to cross the river by ferry to Studley Park and had to rouse the ferryman for our conveyance across by a shrill "coo-ee," sometimes oft repeated. Among the quickly increasing population one good man opened his house on Sunday mornings for Divine worship and this was the for an owner of a small Baptist Church in which Mr. Foye, this same good man, was the minister for some years. Very soon a red brick building welcomed those who belonged to another body of Christians then bearing the name of Independents. The Rev Richard Connebee was their beloved minister for many years. Progress of Ballarat In 1857 Ballarat was already a fine town, having its churches, hotels and business houses in flourishing condition, for the gold mines there were very rich, the deep-sinking of which required expensive machinery, and gave employment to large numbers of men. Clothing was very dear, and good furniture was unobtainable at any price. Much of it came from America, as well as tools and machinery. Almost every little home had an American rocking-chair. Meanwhile Melbourne was fast becoming a city, with well laid-out streets, having good shops and great warehouses Paddy's Market was in full swing. By 1862 only 19 years after the "gold broke out." three handsome churches graced Collins street and many others were also gathering large congregations. From 1857 to the spring of 1862 we resided on an eminence near the foot of Mount Buninyong, surrounded by forests, with a marvellous and distant view Mount Macedon said to be 80 miles away, was clearly to be seen.
Threatened by Bush Fire
Bush Fires were no uncommon occurrence.
On one never-to-be-forgotten Sunday
morning a fire was raging not far
away, and a strong wind was blowing in
our direction in an alarming manner. For-
tunately, it being a Sunday, men were
free from ordinary occupations, and in
true colonial fashion numbers came to
the rescue, endeavouring to beat back
the awful flames, but all in vain. At
our church in the village, a mile or more
away, earnest prayers were being offered
for our safety. When the fire was within
a quarter of a mile and it seemed that
our homestead must in a very little time
be a heap of ruins, suddenly, about 11.30
am, the wind veered round to exactly
the opposite direction, and the flames
were thrown back upon the wilderness
they had devastated, and we were saved!
But it was an awful experience, the high
wind sent pieces of burning bark quite a
distance and if any had fallen on our
already heated shingle roof nothing could
have saved our home. For two weeks afterward,
during days and nights great forest
trees were falling with an alarming
crash.
The enterprising residents of Melbourne
soon began on the banks of the Yarra
Yarra, a Botanic Garden, which before
very long became known as one of the best
in the world. They also laid out the
lovely Fitzroy Gardens and planted many
English trees which were a great loss
to the fathers and mothers from the
Homeland in this their adopted country.
The building of Prince's Bridge soon led
to St Kilda being a most desirable residential
neighbourhood especially as sea
bathing became possible in enclosures well
protected from the numberless sharks in-
festing the blue waters. What a great
day it was when the first railway was
opened between Melbourne and St Kilda
with the station at Emerald Hill!
In those very early days when men
were attracted from many countries during
the gold fever women were very scarce.
In the latter part of 1852 a successful
effort to remedy this resulted in a ship-
load of women from "Auld Ireland"
volunteering to go to the land of gold
where husbands awaited them. When the
vessel reached Port Phillip Bay a crowd
of men rushed to the landing stage one
at least declare that the first woman
he set eyes upon should be his wife and
although that lady possessed but one eye
he kept his word. The women were
allowed little choice and soon all were
carried off by their captors, but there
were not enough to go round and some
poor fellows flushed and disappointed
had to beat a retreat and await the next
shipload of treasures.
Trove search from 1841 to 1907 brings about 1800 results for "James Bonwick"