CLARENCE AND ULMARRA


TALES FROM THE COMMERCIAL HOTEL

Posted in CLARENTZIAN LIFE by nellibell49 on May 30, 2009

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The Advertiser Adelaide. Saturday 25 January 1908

NEW SOUTH WALES.

SYDNEY, January 24.

James Chapel (54), of Ulmarra, who has been drinking heavily of late, was found dead at the Commercial Hotel. In his pocket was found some cyanide of potassium, and a letter, stating that he was going to commit suicide.

 

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article5123125

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THE 1928 ROADSTER

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THE COMMERCIAL HOTEL ULMARRA 2009. BREKKIE AND LUNCH 7 DAYS A WEEK AND DINNER FRI-SAT NIGHTS.

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AUBURN SPEEDSTERS AND ROADSTERS.

1928-1936 Auburn Speedsters

Auburn Motor Company 1900 – 1937

FROM THE CANBERRA TIMES. FRIDAY MAY 28 1937

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2434057

ON THE MURDER TRAIL.

1937 saw the suspected murder of one ERNEST HARRY BROWN. Ernest Harry had at some time sold the lease of goodwill and the licence of the COMMERCIAL HOTEL, ULMARRA.  Ernest was a plaintiff in a case before the Court in Sydney. Now the defendant was one, MARY MULLEN.  Ernest Harry had taken out an injunction to stop MARY MULLEN from receiving any more money without his consent. This was in connection with the COMMERCIAL HOTEL SALE.

The intimation seems to be that Ernest Harry’s alleged murder was very convenient for someone involved in this dispute.  I shall look for follow up articles. In May 1937, the suspect is ON THE RUN in a roadster which belonged to E.H. himself. The police had traced the man they desired to interview, to Sydney. What’s more, they had almost caught up with him. An Auburn Car had been tracked to a garage in Newtown but was driven away just before the police arrived.

The Auburn car had belonged to E.H at the time of his murder. It sounds a fine vehicle. The roadster had red stripes running from the radiator and a black hood. It was grey or light blue and had “either an old style NSW number plate or a Queensland plate.”

Said Roadster was reported as being seen in South Australia, and out near Broken Hill and yet again near Parkes.

WHO WAS DRIVING THIS ROADSTER?

WAS HE CONNECTED TO MARY MULLEN?

Hmmm!

URARA by KENDALL

Posted in POEMS AND VERSE by nellibell49 on May 30, 2009

Urara

Euroka, go over the tops of the hill,
For the Death-clouds have passed us to-day,
And we’ll cry in the dark for the foot-falls still,
And the tracks which are fading away!
Let them yell to their lubras, the Bulginbah dogs,
And say how our brothers were slain,
We shall wipe out our grief in the blood of their chief,
And twenty more dead on the plain
On the blood-spattered spurs of the plain!
But the low winds sigh,
And the dead leaves fly,
Where our warriors lie,
In the dingoes’ den in the white-cedar glen
On the banks of the gloomy Urara!
Urara! Urara!
On the banks of the gloomy Urara!
The Wallaroos grope through the tufts of the grass,
And crawl to their coverts for fear;
But we’ll sit in the ashes and let them pass
Where the boomerangs sleep with the spear!
Oh! our hearts will be lonely and low to-night
When we think of the hunts of yore;
And the foes that we sought, and the fights which we fought,
With those who will battle no more
Who will go to the battle no more!
For the dull winds sigh,
And the dead leaves fly,
Where our warriors lie,
In the dingoes’ den in the white-cedar glen
On the banks of the gloomy Urara!
Urara! Urara!
On the banks of the gloomy Urara!
Oh! the gorges and gullies are black with crows,
And they feast on the flesh of the brave;
But the forest is loud with the howls of our foes
For those whom they never can save!
Let us crouch with our faces down to our knees,
And hide in the dark of our hair;
For we will not return where the camp-fires burn,
And see what is smouldering there
What is smouldering, mouldering there!
Where the sad winds sigh
The dead leaves fly,
And our warriors lie;
In the dingoes’ den in the white-cedar glen
On the banks of the gloomy Urara!
Urara! Urara!
On the banks of the gloomy Urara!

ULMARRA BY HENRY KENDALL

Posted in POEMS AND VERSE by nellibell49 on May 30, 2009

Ulmarra

Henry Kendall


ALONE—alone!
With a heart like a stone,
She maketh her moan
At the feet of the trees,
With her face on her knees,
And her hair streaming over;
Wildly, and wildly, and wildly;
For she misses the tracks of her lover!
Do you hear her, Ulmarra?
Oh, where are the tracks of her lover?

        Go by—go by!
They have told her a lie,
Who said he was nigh,
In the white-cedar glen—
In the camps of his men:
And she sitteth there weeping—
Weeping, and weeping, and weeping,
For the face of a warrior sleeping!
Do you hear her, Ulmarra?
Oh! where is her warrior sleeping?

        A dream! a dream!
That they saw a bright gleam
Through the dusk boughs stream,
Where wild bees dwell,
And a tomahawk fell,
In moons which have faded;
Faded, and faded, and faded,
From woods where a chieftain lies shaded!
Do you hear her, Ulmarra?
Oh! where doth her chieftain lie shaded?

        Bewail! bewail!
Who whispered a tale,
That they heard on the gale,
Through the dark and the cold,
The voice of the bold;
And a boomerang flying;
Flying, and flying, and flying?
Ah! her heart it is wasted with crying—
Do you hear her, Ulmarra?
Oh! her heart it is wasted with crying!