Faith, Hope, and Charity: The Adolph Brothers Goldfields Odyssey

Early Life in South Australia

Carl Otto Georg ADOLPH, born in 1863, was the seventh child of Friedrich August ADOLPH and Wilhelmine Christiane STEIF, and the first of their children to be born in South Australia. Baptised on June 21, 1863, at Friedrichswalde (formerly Little Plain), South Australia, church records noted that his parents were not congregation members. Later, when confirmed in the Catholic Church, the priest recorded;

“He has been a Lutheran, or at least supposed to be, but was never baptised in any church before.”

dismissing the Lutheran baptism. The priest also recorded his name as Otto James ADOLPH. On June 6, 1888, under the name Otto James ADOLPH, he married Ellen GOODFELLOW, daughter of Edward Goodfellow and Susan Collins, at the Marrabel Catholic Church, SA. At the time, Otto was a farmer in Marrabel.

Ellen ADOLPH nee Goodfellow - Photo Ancestry.com.au

Ellen ADOLPH, nee GOODFELLOW – Photo Ancestry.com.au

The Call of the Goldfields

In 1895, Otto, along with his brothers Ernst Friedrich Heinrich (known as Fritz or Fred) and Hugo, ventured to the Western Australian goldfields, drawn by the promise of fortune. By 1901, Otto and Ellen lived on Golconda Street, Kanowna, about 13 miles from Kalgoorlie. Otto worked as a miner at the White Feather Main Reef gold mine. Tragically, on November 15, 1904, Otto, aged 51, died after missing his footing and falling 80 feet down a winze—a shaft connecting mine levels—from the 800-foot level. An inquest followed, and he was laid to rest in Kanowna Cemetery.

The Western Argus described Otto as a well-respected, long-time Kanowna resident. His funeral notices reflected his community ties:

  • Loyal Orange Institution, Earl of Hopetoun Lodge, No. 3: Members were requested to attend Otto’s funeral, departing from the White Feather Hospital at 3:30 p.m.
  • Kanowna Miners Union (A.W.A.): Comrades were invited to join the procession, led by Secretary D.M. Wilson, for interment in the local cemetery.

Ellen returned to South Australia, remarried Henry Lutt in 1907, and passed away on March 1, 1955, in Glen Osmond, South Australia. The couple had no children.

Ernst Friedrich Heinrich (Fred) ADOLPH

Fred, born March 18, 1859, in Sommerfeld, Prussia, married Elizabeth MARSH, daughter of George Henry Marsh and Emma Sheppard, on February 2, 1885, at St. Phillips Church, south of Marrabel, SA. George Marsh worked as a station hand at Anlaby Station. Fred later served as the informant on Otto’s death certificate.

L-R – The three Adolph Brothers & family – Ernst Friedrich – his wife Elizabeth, Frederick William (boy) -Hugo  – Mathilda “Tilly” – Carl Otto –  c 1898 – Photo Ethel Marr.

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Crowning the Bar: The Queen of White Feather

The Queen of White Feather
A true story of the introduction of the first barmaid in Kanowna in 1896
by John Drayton.

Smith’s Weekly – Sydney – 2 September 1922

TOM DOYLE, licensee of the Kanowna Hotel (White Feather) in 1896, introduced the first barmaid to the fields. There were women in the camp, and drink was sold in the shacks they inhabited, but of this brand, the diggers had Eastern recollections. Tom decided, on advice, to put in his bar a queen of the saloons, a lady, as to dress, deportment and manners. “It would be a big thing, Tom,” said his adviser. “You’d have a magnet to pull the boys in, and it would take the Warden and a copy of the ‘Riot Act’ to get ’em out while they had the price of a drink in their clothes, Y’ll double your takings right away.”

“Not that the money’s any good t’ me, said Tom, “but if I doubled me takins, I’d get, maybe, half av what’s comin’ in now.  Every bare-armed beer puller down that counter takes his cut before I get mine. I don’t get the full half of what’s spent in the house. Maybe if I were taking twice as much, I’d be making more, but at the same time losing more. “What put the idea of a barmaid in your mind?”

“I’ll tell ya the truth Tom, I’ve got a hankering t’ see a fine Australian girl,

a real lady with lady’s manners.” “That’s a big order,” grunted the landlord of the Kanowna. “Still, I’ll do it. I’ll put one over on Mick Donellan across t’ road. Not a word to the boys! Come with me and we’ll write a letter to Mick Kennedy. I’ll tell him to rob the biggest bar in Sydney of the finest girl he sees. Ten pounds a week, and first-class transport.”

Kennedy carried out his instructions. He selected a girl who fitted the bill, and crowded over on both margins. She was smuggled into the camp at night and assigned to her private quarters, fitted out with utter disregard of cost.  Tom was going the whole length of the string. The next day, the news was permitted to filter through the channels of bar gossip. Tom confirmed current rumours that the finest girl who had so far come to the West was to be installed as

‘The Queen of the dispensary’ on Monday morning.

Evidence in support was furnished by the erection of a dais at one end of the bar. Richly carpeted with a gilt chair approached by velvet curtains and the minor equipment of a miniature drawing room. The “throne” was accepted as proof of the coming of the Queen ……

“Ye’ coves, y’r better be on y’r best behaviour,” Tom warned his clients. “This ones something different from what y’ve been used to!

The installation of the ‘Queen’ was a ceremonious affair. Punctually at 10 a.m., Tom lifted a hand, and the curtains of the dais were drawn to disclose a blond and massive beauty, young, sweet and gracious.”Champagne! Put up a case of it, Bill! ” shouted a whiskered prospector.  “Gentlemen, I drink to the health of the Queen of the Feather!”

Tom Doyle's Kanowna Hotel c 1900 - Photo SLWA

Tom Doyle’s Kanowna Hotel c 1900 – Photo SLWA

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Trekking the Outback: A Quest for Kanowna’s Riches

Western Mail 23 January 1941, page 9 - Dolly Pot Old Mulgabbie About 130 kilometres north-east of Kalgoorlie, along the Kurnalpi-Pinjin Road. In the year of 1898 or thereabouts, following closely on the opening of the Kanowna Deep … [Continue reading]

Jim’s Whip by Barcroft Boake

Jim’s Whip by Barcroft BoakeJim’s Whip Yes! There it hangs upon the wall And never gives a sound: The hand that trimmed its greenhide fall Is hidden underground — There, in that patch of sallee shade, Beneath that grassy mound. I never take … [Continue reading]

Tricks and Tracks: The Legend of Charlie the Goose

Few knew his true name, Charles Harris, and even Charlie himself seemed uncertain of it at times. The early goldfields of Western Australia were filled with vibrant characters, but the tales of 'Charlie the Goose' stand among the most captivating. In … [Continue reading]