The Murchison
(From the London Financial Times)
Author unknown

The Murchison was the earliest explored field in Western Australia, not the first goldfield—that was the Yilgarn, discovered by my friend Anstey—but the first upon which development work was undertaken. It went with a boom and has, for some time, been suffering the usual reaction. Miners imagined that they were going to make fortunes and didn’t. But today I like the prospects of the Murchison better than those of any other field except Hannan’s. They have got water all through this country, and indeed, the prospectors can seldom sink below 70 feet anywhere.

What water means, only those who haven’t got it know. I do not so much care for washing. Cleanliness, maybe, is next to godliness, but I have met some of the most admirable specimens of humanity who never washed in their lives. We never washed at Menzies, Hannan’s, White Feather, or Broad Arrow, and we were picturesque and healthy. But whilst I stayed in Yalgoo, I washed my hands often twice a day and could never keep clean.

Begin to wash dogs or cats, and they are always dirty. It’s just the same with miners.

The desire to be clean is a sign of degeneracy. I will give you an instance of how dangerous it is to indulge in a bath in the fields. We get what are called ” willie willies.’ They are water-spouts made of sand instead of water, and they are most entertaining. They usually begin upon a very small scale, and the idle miners sit on their haunches and watch them circle down the street—a dancing column of dust, dung, dead flies, and old paper. Give them time, and they will show sport. But the ” willie willie ” has no perseverance; he lacks continued effort, and the slightest opposition in the shape of a tin hut or telegraph line so destroys his symmetry that he dies of disgust in a small heap of refuse. But with plenty of room, he becomes rampant. When he gets over fifty feet high, his power is vast.

One of the boys was much in love with a beautiful barmaid, and, failing to win her by fair means, he determined to wash. Having spent his week’s earnings upon a tub of water, he borrowed the hospital bath and retired to his tent. A ” willie willie ” had its eye upon him, and, coming across the plain with a rush, lifted the tent clean into the air and discovered the rash boy. His legs were a beautiful ivory white, but the rest of his body was a deep copper colour. There he stood, a bronze and ivory Adonis for men and barmaids to jeer at.

He never washed again, but he won the love of the lady.