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Extra info - a mountain goldfield (and I had noted that she ran a pub there). So in summary:
I was a hefty lass - I weighed 22 stone and had to be brought into the Victorian mountain goldfield on a pack-horse at a charge of nine pence per pound of my weight. I ran a pub on the goldfield and was "much-loved" by the miners (i.e. a Madam in a sly-grog brothel). However I died soon after and my miner friends decided to carry me the long distance to the cemetery. I was heavy, they were probably drunk, so they gave up 6 km short of the graveyard and they buried me 10 m from the current roadside. My grave is clearly marked with a clearly visible sign on the road (and it is part of local prospecting lore).
What is my name?
I was a hefty lass - I weighed 22 stone and had to be brought into the Victorian mountain goldfield on a pack-horse at a charge of nine pence per pound of my weight. I ran a pub on the goldfield and was "much-loved" by the miners (i.e. a Madam in a sly-grog brothel). However I died soon after and my miner friends decided to carry me the long distance to the cemetery. I was heavy, they were probably drunk, so they gave up 6 km short of the graveyard and they buried me 10 m from the current roadside. My grave is clearly marked with a clearly visible sign on the road (and it is part of local prospecting lore).
What is my name?
Kitty Cane?
You've got it! Over to you (I'll be away a couple of days). This was going to be the next clue:
I came up the Thomson with thousands of others,
When Walhallas gold worked its wild, shining spell.
I was young, I was pretty, I called myself xxxxx,
I offered the best jewels a woman could sell.
A length of fine velvet in well fitting burgundy,
Tight round the curves where a mans eyes would fall,
Lace at the edges and eyes full of laughter,
Oh young xxxxx xxxx was the pride of them all.
I might take a walk by the wild Thomson River
Where the Mountain Ash rise in the soft, misty rain,
Theres gold in the range and theres gold in the memories
Of the lady of pleasure they call xxxxx xxxx.
As the wealth from the mining flowed into the valley,
I moved from a shanty up to a hotel.
Id seen enough squalor, I saved enough silver
To make me a place where Id play the game well.
Pregnancy, injury, theft and brutality
Threatened and scarred me, again and again,
But in black lace and silver, I waltzed with the miners,
And shone in their vision, for Im xxxxx xxxx.
The publican brought a piano from Melbourne,
I could tell you right now, it was never in tune,
But the work-weary diggers came crowding to hear it
When Samson would play in the late afternoon.
On nights when Walhalla lit up like a fire,
And the miners were roaring some boozy refrain,
There would always be eyes lit with lust and desire,
And bright gold for evenings with young xxxxx xxxx.
There were schemers and sailors and bearded old diggers,
Whose tough, hairy hides had the gravel ground in,
Young men far from home who still needed a mother,
And sad, furtive parsons who needed to sin.
Rough, drunken brutes with the manners of cattle,
Who let me lie bleeding and shaking in pain,
Ive served them their drinks while my bruises were healing,
And I laughed and I shone, I was still xxxxx xxxx.
Ive heard the men singing down at the piano,
That youth, it soon passes, and beauty will fade,
But I gave them their pleasure when I was past forty,
Its the light in the eyes made me queen of my trade.
Though Walhalla now is all merchants and farmers,
Whose wives see in me what they think of as shame,
Ill die in this valley with fine, singing memories,
My names xxxxx xxxx, I was best in the game.
Considering that she was 22 stone, there seems to be more than a little poetic licence here. I imagine more a far from dainty and rather hard-nosed Madam running the girls and punching the lights out of any miner who got out of hand.
I've been driving past this on prospecting trips for more than half a century now (people have kept it clear and marked for nearly 150 years):
I came up the Thomson with thousands of others,
When Walhallas gold worked its wild, shining spell.
I was young, I was pretty, I called myself xxxxx,
I offered the best jewels a woman could sell.
A length of fine velvet in well fitting burgundy,
Tight round the curves where a mans eyes would fall,
Lace at the edges and eyes full of laughter,
Oh young xxxxx xxxx was the pride of them all.
I might take a walk by the wild Thomson River
Where the Mountain Ash rise in the soft, misty rain,
Theres gold in the range and theres gold in the memories
Of the lady of pleasure they call xxxxx xxxx.
As the wealth from the mining flowed into the valley,
I moved from a shanty up to a hotel.
Id seen enough squalor, I saved enough silver
To make me a place where Id play the game well.
Pregnancy, injury, theft and brutality
Threatened and scarred me, again and again,
But in black lace and silver, I waltzed with the miners,
And shone in their vision, for Im xxxxx xxxx.
The publican brought a piano from Melbourne,
I could tell you right now, it was never in tune,
But the work-weary diggers came crowding to hear it
When Samson would play in the late afternoon.
On nights when Walhalla lit up like a fire,
And the miners were roaring some boozy refrain,
There would always be eyes lit with lust and desire,
And bright gold for evenings with young xxxxx xxxx.
There were schemers and sailors and bearded old diggers,
Whose tough, hairy hides had the gravel ground in,
Young men far from home who still needed a mother,
And sad, furtive parsons who needed to sin.
Rough, drunken brutes with the manners of cattle,
Who let me lie bleeding and shaking in pain,
Ive served them their drinks while my bruises were healing,
And I laughed and I shone, I was still xxxxx xxxx.
Ive heard the men singing down at the piano,
That youth, it soon passes, and beauty will fade,
But I gave them their pleasure when I was past forty,
Its the light in the eyes made me queen of my trade.
Though Walhalla now is all merchants and farmers,
Whose wives see in me what they think of as shame,
Ill die in this valley with fine, singing memories,
My names xxxxx xxxx, I was best in the game.
Considering that she was 22 stone, there seems to be more than a little poetic licence here. I imagine more a far from dainty and rather hard-nosed Madam running the girls and punching the lights out of any miner who got out of hand.
I've been driving past this on prospecting trips for more than half a century now (people have kept it clear and marked for nearly 150 years):
what is my name? I am a small town, overshadowed by a larger popular tourist destination. I lay on the banks of two early gold bearing creeks.
at my peak I had just over 1000 residents.
ward69, no, not Cassils.
The construction of the rail line which stopped just 5 mile away saw the start of the decline of the town.
The construction of the rail line which stopped just 5 mile away saw the start of the decline of the town.
sorry no.
I was named after a pastoral run and at my peak had five hotels and four churches.
I was named after a pastoral run and at my peak had five hotels and four churches.
nope not Tarrengower, head ENE towards the Alpine National Park.
Gold yield in 1900, 4901 oz
Gold yield in 1900, 4901 oz
Not Buckland River.
Morses and Growlers Creek are town features.
Morses and Growlers Creek are town features.
Wandiligong is correct.
Over to you
Over to you
Maureen Muggeridge
Smoke Creek, Lake Argyle 1976
Argyle Diamond Mine due to close 2020
Smoke Creek, Lake Argyle 1976
Argyle Diamond Mine due to close 2020
i read an article recently about Argyle and its closure. Just lucky timing.
what is my name? I opened my doors for trading in 1976.
what is my name? I opened my doors for trading in 1976.
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