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Asia and Australasia by John Douglas

The Nineteenth Century, July 1902, pp. 43-54

ASIA AND AUSTRALASIA by John Douglas+

The Australian Commonwealth has a number of knotty questions to solve—one of not the least difficult is that of the settlement and civilisation of Northern Australia.

On the one hand we have Australasia, including New Zealand, with some four millions of inhabitants, chiefly living in what may be called sub-tropical Australia; then we have a wide belt, practically the unoccupied space of Tropical Australia; and then, beyond that, there is Asia with its countless millions—Netherlands India, with its thirty millions; the Malay States, British India, the Philippines, China, and Japan, with all their multitudinous millions, seething and effervescing as it were under the leavening influence of Western civilisation. And when Asia and Australasia come into closer contact what is going to happen? Is Tropical Australia to be influenced by its climatic conditions and its propinquity to Asia, or is it to be inhabited and influenced by the people of Australia?

Northern Australia, north of the Tropic of Capricorn, is a vast, sparsely peopled country whose inhabitants, according to Mr. Fenton (the Commonwealth Statist), are estimated at about 170,000 souls—though he admits that his data for this estimate are at present incomplete.

It may be interesting, however, to record the details with which I have been supplied by him. According to these the total white and coloured population in Tropical Australia is 170,930, apportioned as follows:

Queensland

South Australia

West Australia

White

145,170

1,561

2,970

Coloured

16,700

2,830

1,700

161,870

4,390

4,670

I am myself inclined to think that Mr. Fenton’s estimate of the aboriginal population is too low, and that 30,000 or even 50,000 might be added to the 170,930 souls above mentioned.

Though not populous, therefore, this vast area is undoubtedly rich in latent wealth. It is a great mineral country—there can be no doubt of that: scientific observations and practical prospecting both point to that conclusion. Its pastoral capabilities are also great without estimating the arid wastes of the country four or five hundred miles from the coast. There are portions, also, of the seaboard which may be regarded as agricultural, and richly endowed with a prolific soil, though these are limited, as compared with the deserts which intersect it.

Such is the Tropical Australia about which I propose to say something here, especially of that portion of it in Northern Queensland, in the Torres Strait, and in New Guinea, where I have spent a good many years of my life within the tropics.

When I first knew Australia, in 1851, there was no Tropical Australia—no Tropical Australia inhabited by Europeans. Brisbane was the furthest Northern settlement and Moreton Bay was emerging from the era of transportation. But then gold had been discovered near Bathurst and all the world of Sydney was off to the goldfields.

Being in those days an ingenuous new chum of three-and-twenty, I went straight for the goldfields, and on my way thither I made the acquaintance of a rather remarkable historical personage. He was sitting at the head of a long table at Bathurst, where a number of travellers had met to dine, and he was holding forth in rather a dominant tone on the desperate prospects of a country given up to gold-digging. What would become of the great pastoral interests of the country? The shepherds would all desert their flocks, and the sheep would become the prey of the dingoes. The gentleman I speak of had a florid face and a resonant, commanding voice. The country in very truth, said he, would go to the dogs.

As a stranger I ventured to remark that there was another way to look at the question, and that the goldfields might attract a most enterprising population from the Old Country, and after all, if the worst came to the worst, the sheep would look after themselves for a time. Then someone else intervened, and ejaculated, ‘Chinese—we will send for Chinese.’ At this the gentleman of the florid face and the resonant voice became still more florid and still more resonant.

He apostrophised the suggested Chinamen, and then and there they were consigned to a place supposed to be even hotter than the hottest portion of Australia. The gentleman whom I had thus rather incautiously roused was, as I subsequently ascertained, the celebrated William Charles Wentworth, the ideal patriot and legislator of New South Wales. Nevertheless, the Chinamen were sent for; the Chinamen came; and for some years many of them tended the sheep of Australia in which Mr. Wentworth was so interested.

I myself had a good deal of experience of them and found that some of them made very good shepherds, for that was in the days when the country was not fenced in, and when a shepherd who could fatten a flock well for the pots was worth 1l. a week.

Australia was indeed willing to accept the services of Asia for some years, while everybody was busy at the goldfields.

At a somewhat later period I was in Northern Australia—what was then Northern Australia—in the vicinity of Brisbane. There was an agitation for separation. We were languishing for want of men—men and women to do the work of the splendid country which had been discovered. If we could not get enough immigrants from the Old Country, we should have to get coolies from India; and even Dr. Lang, the great agitator and advocate of British immigration, admitted that we might have coolies from India, seeing that Moreton Bay was a semi-tropical country, and coolies might help us to grow cotton for Manchester.

Coolies, at any rate, were better than convicts, which seemed to be the alternative, for the squatters began to talk of the resumption of transportation. But neither coolies nor convicts came. Separation was accomplished, and with separation came the land order system and British immigrants. There was a grand transformation scene, and Queensland came to the front as one of the leading colonies of Australia. Then, under the governorship of Sir George Bowen, there set in a period of great northern expansion. New townships were formed on the Northern seaboard. Rockhampton, Mackay, Bowen, and Townsville, Cardwell, Cairns, and Cooktown sprang into existence as if by magic.

All these places, one after the other, were founded and prospered. Still no coolies—only the poor English and Irish and Scotch and German immigrants, who got sadly bitten by mosquitoes when they first arrived, but who pushed out not only northwards, but westwards, right through from end to end of the country. It was amazing and unprecedented, but it was indisputable. At this time sugar and cotton were beginning to be grown, but sugar, as people said in those days, could not be grown without coolies. If we could not get coolies from India, we might get coolies possibly from Java—so thought the sugar-planters—or perhaps we might learn how to grow sugar from the Dutch in Java; and so it came about that a kind of embassy was sent to Batavia, and an agreement—which lasted only a short time—was made with our Dutch neighbours to run steamers through Torres Strait round Cape York, where Somerset had already been established. I happened then to be Postmaster-General in Sir George Bowen’s Government, and the first contract for a steam-service through Torres Strait was signed by me; but it did not last long, and it was found better for us to go to Singapore than to Batavia.

Ultimately the British Indian Company took the mail contract, and with it came an agreement under which immigrants were brought out by way of the Red Sea. It was considered an experiment at the time, but it proved a great success. It was clearly demonstrated that immigrants could be brought out by steamships through the Red Sea with less mortality and greater comfort than they could be by the Cape in sailing ships. Thenceforth Torres Strait became the recognised highway for British immigrants to our northern settlements, and the fertilising stream continued to contribute to their surprising growth.

All this time coolies from India had been talked about. Bills had been introduced into Parliament, negotiations had taken place with the Indian Government, but nothing came of it all. No Government would face the responsibility of introducing them, and finally Sir Thomas McIlwraith abandoned the idea altogether, and promised his constituents never again to advocate it. Nothing could be more explicit than his statements in this respect.

Meanwhile, however, the cry for coolies had been to a great extent met by the introduction of South Sea Islanders, who were found to be most useful auxiliaries in the plantations right along the coast from the Logan to Cairns and Port Douglas. In spite of the abominable iniquities connected with the introduction of Pacific Islanders in the early days of its inception, when the enormities of the slave trade were reproduced with variations which only feebly differentiated it from its African prototype—in spite, I say, of this—it was licked into a kind of shape which made it in a sort of way tolerable.

And at last, this island traffic was coddled into existence as a substitute for the coolies whose introduction had been abandoned, and there is no doubt that the Islanders proved most helpful, though their employment led to much difference of opinion among ourselves. The cry for Indian coolies died out, partly because the politicians found it necessary to abandon it, and partly because the amiable and adaptable South Sea Islander had proved an excellent and most suitable substitute. But all this time a considerable voluntary immigration of another kind of Asiatic coolie had set in: the Chinaman once more put in his appearance, attracted to the northern and eastern shores of Australia by the discovery of gold, and chiefly by the discovery of gold at Thornborough and the Palmer Rivers.

Now, we Australians have never been in love with the Chinaman, and in that respect we were of the same mind as Mr. Wentworth, the gentleman of the resonant voice of whom I have spoken. John Chinaman nevertheless was coming to us in larger numbers than we liked. He was helping himself to our gold, and he was costing us money in the additional police which had to be employed to look after him. What could we do? Well, we brought in Bills and passed them through Parliament; we proposed that each Chinaman should pay 10l. on landing, which amount was to be returned to him when he left us, provided that in the meantime he had not cost us anything as an inmate of our gaols or hospitals. The Colonial Secretary, however, at that time would have none of our Chinese Bills, and Her Majesty’s assent was withheld from them. Still the Chinamen came—not by hundreds, but by thousands: shiploads were arriving every day. Already there were 30,000 on the Palmer River and at that rate Northern Queensland would soon have become a Chinese dependency of the British Empire. It was an anxious time for us all, and especially for me, for I happened at the time to be at the head of the Ministry. As good luck would have it, however, a comparatively trifling incident supplied us with a solution of the difficulty. A vessel arrived from Hong-Kong with a case of smallpox on board. She was placed in quarantine, and an executive minute was passed which required that all ships coming from China should perform quarantine.

The expedient we had recourse to proved effective. In a short time 4,000 Chinamen were performing quarantine on FitzRoy Island, off Cape Grafton; and our new Governor, Sir Arthur Kennedy, also happening to arrive at the same time, had to go into quarantine at Moreton Bay. This quarantine expedient settled the whole question. Shippers no longer found it profitable to book Chinese passengers to Queensland; and the Colonial Office, seeing that we were in earnest, assented to the much more drastic legislation which was ultimately adopted throughout Australia.

The incident I refer to happened in 1876, and since then I think I may say that no large number of Chinamen have come to remain in Australia. I should add, however, that the Chinamen who came to the Palmer Diggings got a good deal of alluvial gold on the Palmer. Many of them—most of those who got gold—returned to China, and those who did not got distributed over the country—many of them being employed in clearing the scrub lands on the coast, which were afterwards transformed into sugar-plantations. A few years after the time I speak of I severed my connection with Queensland politics, and since then I have lived chiefly at Thursday Island and in British New Guinea.

I now come to the more special subject of this paper, and shall endeavour first to sketch briefly the history of the settlement at Thursday Island as one of the connecting links between Asia and Australasia, and the centre of our pearl-shell fishery in Torres Strait. And then I shall have something more to add in reference to the present relations of Asia and Australasia in connection with the recent Commonwealth legislation on alien immigration.

First, then, as to the inception of the pearl-shell fishery. It commenced in 1869 at Somerset. Hither came some adventurous mariners from Sydney with scratch crews consisting chiefly of South Sea Islanders. The Wappa or Warrior reef was the first scene of their search, and the method was that of what we call swimming diving—that is, of diving without the aid of any apparatus. The shell was very abundant, and was readily brought to the surface by the expert swimming natives in waters which did not exceed twenty feet in depth. The few boats which were then engaged in the fishery were soon filled to the brim, and though the price realised at first did not reach 100l. a ton, it was so easily obtained at but small outlay that it paid remarkably well. Then, when the shell reached the London market prices rose till they reached 250l. a ton. Herein, then, there was manifestly a new discovery which attracted marked attention. More boats and more extended prospecting resulted in increased proportion. The Ormond reefs proved most productive, and the shallow channels round the Prince of Wales Islands were exceptionally rich.

Some fortunes were very quickly made by swimming diving, and a good many precious pearls found their way to Sydney as the illicit perquisites of the South Sea Island divers, who generally managed to appropriate them. Indeed, so handsome were the profits realised from the shell itself that the boat-owners began to regard the possession of the pearls obtained as a secondary consideration altogether. Besides, if a diver happened to find a good pearl in the shell which he opened and handled, how was the master to know anything about it? Many a diver, accordingly, after a successful season in Torres Strait, could afford to spend a high time of it in Sydney for many weeks. Thus it came about that a good deal of attention was attracted to this profitable pursuit.

Boats were fitted out with diving apparatus, and white men began to think that it might be worth their while to learn how to dive in the diving dress. Under such conditions as then prevailed there was little or no risk, and with ordinary care diving for pearl shell might be quite as profitable as gold-digging. Meanwhile more boats made their appearance. But it was not so easy to supply the crews. The local source of supply was exhausted. The shallow waters had been pretty well picked over, and in them the shell was less abundant: the deeper waters must be tried, and for them more men were wanted. And thus it came about that Malays and Manila men were recruited. The steamers then plying between Brisbane and Singapore proved to be convenient vehicles for the introduction of these men, and the men turned out on the whole to be very suitable for the work. There were no divers among them at first, but they soon learned to work in the diving dress, and some of them proved to be excellent divers. As time went on, it was found that Somerset was not a very suitable centre for the industry. The Prince of Wales Islands were resorted to by the shellers. Albany Pass proved to be a somewhat dangerous anchorage: the tides were too strong. The channels round Thursday Island were found to be safer and more secure, and so it came about that the settlement was moved from Somerset to Thursday Island. In the little bays and sheltered anchorages which abound in that locality the shellers had already begun to form head stations, where they lived themselves, and whence they despatched their boats to the neighbouring fishing grounds. A sheller’s fleet might consist of ten or fifteen or perhaps even twenty luggers. These he would fit out at his head station, and send them to sea for a month or six weeks; and at the end of that time they would return with the shell they had obtained, when they remained in port for a few days, and then went out again to the fishing ground with a fresh supply of provisions.

This system worked fairly well for some years when shell was plentiful and divers were not too knowing. The pearls, it is true, all went to the divers as their perquisite, and this was almost recognised by the masters, who sometimes bought their own pearls at a good round discount; but a time came when it became necessary to sail closer to the wind in order to earn profits on the increased capital which was being put into the industry, and so it came about that attendant schooners were sent to sea with the small fleets of luggers. These were called ‘floating stations,’ and thus the owners were able to control their men more effectively, and when the luggers required provisions they had recourse to the mother schooners, or floating stations, from which they could obtain anything they required. This saved much time—the time which used to be spent in port—and it also put an end to the convenient appropriation of pearls by the divers. All shell had to be brought to the ‘mother schooner’ before it was opened, and thus the pearls were arrested before they reached the pockets of the divers. Everything which used to be done on land was now done at sea: the shell was collected, opened, cleaned, packed, and branded all ready for shipment. The ‘mother schooners,’ again, were waited on by tenders which brought them stores and took the packed shell into port. In this way the shelling fleet could remain out on the fishing ground for a long time, and the Thursday Island people who used to nurse the boats when they came into port grumbled greatly at the new system, which scarcely gave them a chance of existence.

Such are the conditions on which this industry is now carried on. There are 247 boats using diving apparatus, and there are nine ‘mother schooners.’ These boats and these schooners represent a considerable amount of capital, a large proportion of which is owned in Brisbane; and besides these there are 114 boats locally owned, which are chiefly engaged in the old primitive system of swimming, diving, or in the preparation of bêche-de-mer. Altogether there are now some 361 boats under licence from the Queensland Government, manned almost exclusively by coloured men who are mostly Asiatics. I have said that at first the shellers, finding that it was impossible to get sufficient white men who would ship in their boats, had recourse to Malays and Manila men, both of whom were found suitable for the purpose.

Then came the Japanese, who appeared to be not only suitable as employees, but who very soon showed that they could not only work for others, but that they could work for themselves. They bought and built boats, and fitted them out, obtaining licences, and winning for themselves a position and a standing which could not be questioned. Would they appropriate the industry? It looked very like it. In numbers they were rapidly increasing, and in co-operative capacity they proved more than a match for the Europeans or the Manila men. Then it was discovered that the Asiatic Japanese is an alien, and it was scarcely to be expected that we could license aliens to take our profitable pearl shell from our territorial waters. And thus it came about that the licensing of boats, which up to that time had been unlimited, was thenceforth restricted to British subjects. It was our undoubted right to put this limitation in force, and it was absolutely necessary, for without it there can be no doubt that the industry would very soon have passed into the hands of the Japanese, just as the northern goldfields would have passed into the hands of the Chinese if we had not found the means of preventing it. And it was necessary not only to restrict the issue of licences to British subjects, but it was also necessary to check what threatened to be a small invasion of Japanese who were arriving not only for employment in the pearl-shell fisheries, but also on the sugar-plantations; and this, fortunately, was easily accomplished by correspondence between the two Governments—for it must be said to the credit of the Japanese Government that they have shown themselves to be most reasonable and considerate in their negotiations with us. It was arranged, accordingly, that immigrant Japanese should be furnished with passports, and that no passports should be issued except on authority from the Queensland Government.

It was thus found possible to adjust the supply to the demand, and to limit it altogether to a standard number to be agreed on. So the matter stands at the present time—or, rather, perhaps I should say stood, until the late legislation of the Commonwealth Parliament, under which the arrangements made by the Queensland Government are partially abrogated, and the treaty engagements entered into have been ignored. I will quote a few figures from the latest authorities at my command. At Thursday Island, which is the centre of action, lying about twenty miles from the mainland of Australia, we have a population of 1,695 souls, the different nationalities being thus apportioned:

Nationality

Number

Nationality

Number

Europeans

705

Pacific Islanders

81

Japanese

304

Cingalese

54

Aboriginals

113

Hindoos

22

Chinese

114

New Guinea natives

29

Philippinos

83

Javanese

7

Malays

55

Other mixed races

128

Thus Europeans still head the list.

Now, I, who am, as I fain to confess, a white Australian in everything which is essential for the existence of a white Australia, am not ashamed of these figures. I should like, it is true, to see a larger proportion of Europeans, and there is no reason to believe that such might not be brought about. But here, in this little community, we have all the essentials which may be regarded as appertaining to a white Australia: we have the same all-pervading British law, applicable to Asian and Australian alike, the same English language, and the same forms of social intercourse which prevail in Southern Australia; our churches and schools are an exact counterpart on a small scale of what they are in Melbourne or in Brisbane.

Passing now to the maritime population, let us see in what proportion the different nationalities are represented:

Nationality

Number

Nationality

Number

Europeans

65

Rotumah men

79

Japanese

619

Samoans

27

Philippinos

237

Aboriginals of Australia

171

Malays

217

Papuans

27

Torres Strait Islanders

279

Miscellaneous

69

Pacific Islanders

242

—making a total of men shipped and employed as crews in the pearl-shell and bêche-de-mer industries of 2,032, and these of course are all single men. Among the Asiatic contingent resident on Thursday Island there are forty-three Japanese women, of whom a few are respectable married women; the rest we may classify as not very respectable, though in their special avocation they are orderly and well behaved.

Of the Philippinos also a few are married women, for it is the custom of the Manila man, when he is sufficiently well off, to order a wife from the conventual schools at Macao. In addition to these there are a few aboriginal women who are married, chiefly to Manila men; and of European women there are 180, with 249 children, who show no special signs of degeneracy from the old stock. Such is a closely approximate statement of our population at Thursday Island.

Here certainly Asia has the best of it, and herein, as I believe, Asia will continue to have the best of it. I scarcely see how it can be that the Asiatic should not outnumber the European; you might prohibit or place difficulties in the employment of Asiatics or of aliens to-morrow—as, indeed, the Commonwealth Parliament has done, or perhaps I should say threatens to do—but whom could you find to take their place? The white man will not ship at 2l. or at 3l. a month, even if he is furnished with everything which he can expect to be supplied with at sea. It may be quite true the occupation is a perfectly healthy one, and that the risks to be encountered are infinitesimally small as compared with the rigours and dangers of our fisher-folk in the north seas. The white men are not to be had who will man the pearling luggers, nor are there white divers who will work with coloured crews. I scarcely know why white men are not attracted by the rich rewards of a diver’s calling, but such is undoubtedly the case.

They are not in the field. There are some who say they will soon come to the front if we give them a chance by shutting out the Asiatic competitor.

Meanwhile the Asiatic, with his employer, the owner of the floating stations and ‘mother schooners,’ is in possession of the field, and it is hardly likely, as it seems to me, that he will be dispossessed. But a new aspect also will come over the whole question by the passing of the Commonwealth restriction legislation. Under that legislation how can the Asiatic find a footing?

To that the pearl sheller, with his floating station and his ‘mother-schooner,’ replies, ‘Nevertheless we shall live. You may drive us from your territorial waters, but we shall find a field for our industry outside your limits on the high seas.’ And there is certainly some prospect that recourse may be had to such an expedient.

The Dutch have lately opened a settlement in Dutch New Guinea, not more than one hundred miles from our western boundary. They are holding out inducements to our pearl shellers to go there, and the pearl shellers say, ‘Why should we not, if we can get better terms for our Asiatic crews? What is to prevent us doing so? We can even fish, just as we have done, on our old fishing ground, and you cannot touch us so long as we keep out of your territorial waters.’ There is no doubt a good deal in this, and it remains to be seen how it will work out. The probability is that the Commonwealth will come to some compromise, by which the pearl-shell fisheries, both on the northern and north-western shores of Australia, will be regarded as maritime industries differentiated in some respects from the question of alien or Asiatic labour as applied to the mainland. There is, I think, a real difference which will have to be recognised.

I have endeavoured to describe the position as regards the Asiatic alien as applied to Thursday Island. At Port Darwin and in Western Australia the same principles and the same practices hold good. In the Northern Territory there are not many Malays or Japanese, though there are a good many Chinese—some 2,567, according to the last returns. In Western Australia their pearl-shelling fleets are recruited from Java and Singapore. There, too, it is a limited maritime enterprise which is not likely to be seriously interfered with by the new legislation. Before I leave this branch of my subject, however, I will mention what the Queensland Government have lately done in connection with the pearl-shell fishery in Torres Strait.

They have made pretty extensive water reserves in the neighbourhood of Thursday Island, and they have instructed their officers not to issue any new licences.

Both these provisions have, of course, had the effect of considerably limiting the operations of those engaged in the industry. They have a tendency, also, in the direction of creating a monopoly as regards the present holders of licences. I must confess that they do not very much commend themselves to my judgment. Here is an industry which during the thirty-three years it has been in existence has resulted in the production of shell, bêche-de-mer, and tortoiseshell which has realised, according to my estimate, something like 5,000,000l. in the London and Eastern markets. Can nothing better be done for it than to impose all those restrictions with the intention, as it is said, of saving it from impending destruction? The specific cure for the malady, it seems to me, would be to persevere in the excellent endeavours which have already been made to ascertain the best methods of cultivating the shell among the reefs and breeding channels where at one time it was so abundant. This will certainly be accomplished someday, and the sooner the better, even if it costs a large sum of money by way of experiment. The Government, indeed, got as far as the appointment of a scientific expert for this purpose, but there the matter has ended in the meantime—ad futurum tempus relegatum est, like many of our grand schemes, and we must wait for some other solution of the great Asiatic question in connection with Torres Strait. According to my reading of the signs of the times, this question of Asia and Australia is one of the great questions of the present and of the future for Australia. I am quite as conscious as many other people are that the vast area of Northern Australia cannot be peopled by Europeans alone, as the shores of Southern Australia are peopled, yet I am perfectly satisfied that the people of the southern States of Australia will do their level best to maintain the integrity of their present institutions, and the existence of what is called a ‘white Australia.’ It is not a question of the labour party alone, as some people think: it is the conviction and determination, as I believe, of nine-tenths of the present people of Australia. It is vain to say that the forces of Nature are against us: ‘Dii me terrent et Jupiter hostis.’ It is not the first time we have fought with the forces of Nature—and even if it comes to the worst, we must have time to learn our lessons.

The Commonwealth of Australia has already undertaken the white man’s burden in accepting the responsibilities of the government of New Guinea. That is no light matter. It almost follows that it will have to undertake the responsibility of governing the Northern Territory of both South and Western Australia. It will have to make railways both to Western Australia and to North Australia, and then, but not till then, the difficulties and responsibilities of providing for the government of the northern Tropical States of Australia will begin to be realised. May I presume to add that, in the meantime, I am certain that the people of England will be patient with us? We shall have a number of most difficult problems to solve, and we cannot solve them all at once. The shaping of our own destiny has been confided to us, and I do not doubt that we shall be led on step by step to make a proper use of the great privileges which we inherit from those who have gone before us.

It must always be remembered that sub-tropical Australia, the Australia of the southern Australian States—of Southern Queensland, of New South Wales and Victoria—will never consent, come what may, if I am any judge of public opinion, to the systematic introduction of coloured labour into northern Australia. They value their inheritance too highly to justify any such expectation. It may be pride, it may be prejudice, but I believe it is a passionate conviction with the present inhabitants of Australia that the unexplored and uninhabited portions of their country shall be reserved for their own use, even though they are included in the zone of the Tropics; and when I say their own use I mean, of course, that they would desire that such territory should be occupied as Australia has hitherto been occupied—by men and women of their own kith and kin—and that the introduction of Eastern races must be subject to such limitations as they may please to impose.







Douglas interview, September 1902

The Brisbane Courier, 13 September 1902, pp. 5–6

THE HON. JOHN DOUGLAS, C.M.G. RETURNED TO QUEENSLAND.

The Hon. John Douglas, C.M.G., Government Resident at Thursday Island, returned to Queensland on Friday evening last, after a holiday trip to England. Mr. Douglas was for many years a conspicuous figure in the political life of this State, being at one time Premier, and his views upon certain questions of the day—which he very courteously gave a representative of this paper at Riviera, North Quay, yesterday—will be read with interest. At the outset, it may be said that Mr. Douglas seems to have benefited in health by his trip. He is robust and fresh-looking, and all his physical nobility and charm of manner are with him just as they were when some twenty-five years ago he led the Parliament of Queensland with honour and distinction.

Mr. Douglas, without any affectation or the “fume of little minds” on the subject of being interviewed, at once began to speak of his trip. “It was a pleasure trip,” he said. “I went to see my friends, and saw them all, and was delighted to think that they were pleased to see me. I had a charming time, and am glad that I am permitted to come back again to live in this good old country, which is really now my own country.” Mr. Douglas spoke with the enthusiasm one notices in so many returned Queenslanders.

“I was in London,” he said, “during the time of excitement regarding the King’s illness. It was a terrible disappointment to everyone in London, for London had made up its mind to have a supreme show. Londoners like a show. In my early life London was a very steady-going place, and people did not care for display; at least they affected not to do so. But they go in for show now, and appreciate it. The King is personally very popular. He is very tactful, and deserves all the personal goodwill which he secures. It is really the personal liking for him which is at the bottom of his great popularity. I had an invitation to attend at the Abbey for the Coronation, but the postponement of the ceremony prevented me from being there. I could not remain longer in the face of all the changes that are taking place. I did not know what they would do with me; but they must have someone at Thursday Island, and I do not know if there is anyone who knows the work there better than I.”

Mr. Douglas returned to Australia by way of the Cape and Hobart. He was very pleased with Cape Town, but disappointed with Tasmania. “I expected to see more cultivated country there,” he said. “I found it very rough between Launceston and Hobart. Tasmania does not seem to be a very go-ahead place, and though the climate is delightful, I was very glad to get into the Queensland temperature again. From the Cape to Hobart we scarcely once saw the sun, and we were down in the Roaring Forties, as far as 48deg. south, and had snow on the deck several times. On the ship we had a number of immigrants for New Zealand; a fine lot of people, full-paying passengers. Our ship, the Paparoa, like the other New Zealand boats, is a fine vessel, and passengers are very comfortable.”

Discussing the drought, Mr. Douglas said that he had heard a great deal about it, but he has great faith in Queensland soon pulling round. “I believe that Queensland will come to be a big wheat exporting country,” he said. “When the Burnett and other splendid lands are closely settled, we shall be exporting a lot of wheat. I stated that at the annual Queensland dinner in London; a dinner which nearly all Queenslanders attend, and where I was able to meet many old friends, including some of our South African warriors, who had a very hearty reception, as they have everywhere.”

Asked to give an expression of opinion on the Imperial Conference in London, Mr. Douglas said: “I don’t think much has come of it, but I believe that a growing good feeling has been stimulated by it. Public men in England, like Mr. Chamberlain, had an opportunity to know exactly what the mind of our public men is. There is an idea in England that we should contribute largely to the Imperial military forces. I do not think that will come about, and believe that as long as we prepare to protect ourselves, and show our vitality and give assistance in the time of trouble, that that is as much as can be expected at present in the way of Imperial Federation. But no doubt the Imperial federation feeling has immensely increased, and is predominant at the present time.

“Amongst the changes I observed, especially in the provincial cities of England and Scotland,” said Mr. Douglas, “was the marked improvement made in the sanitary arrangements. You can have no conception of it in that respect. There are lavatories everywhere, and on a most complete scale. The London County Council and the municipal bodies in the provinces have contributed very much to that. Public convenience is carefully studied by the provision of underground lavatories in the streets, and I noticed that more perhaps than anything else in the large cities. I only wish we were up to the same standard of comfort, which induces, I believe, cleanliness and decency. It is the same at all the railway stations.”

Mr. Douglas was not inclined to talk very freely upon the pearlshelling question. He said: “I saw several leading men in Melbourne, and I gathered that they are prepared to meet the actual conditions of the case. What I believe they wish to avoid is the filtering of Asiatics in any considerable number into Australia, so that they can keep control over them. Otherwise, I take it the public men of the Commonwealth, as far as I can judge, will be willing to deal with these matters from a common-sense point of view, without seriously disturbing existing interests. I may add, in connection with the matter, that the Thursday Island yield has been for the past few years very good, taken on the whole.

Upon the question of retrenchment in Queensland, Mr. Douglas expressed himself thus: “I suppose there will be a serious reduction all round here, and the Ministry are quite right to make it, so long as they do not imperil the efficiency of the Government service, which has been of a very high character.”

Mr. Douglas was asked to give his views on the subject of the agitation at Thursday Island, respecting the operation of the Factories and Shops Act. He said:—“It has been represented that the action has been taken in consequence of a recommendation in one of my reports. That I most emphatically deny. I have not referred to it; but there are a number of small traders at Thursday Island, and I can conceive that the closing of their shops in the evenings, when most of the business is done by the residents, will cause them some loss, but that is a matter which I believe is before the Government. It has been represented to me from Thursday Island that the hardship is being seriously felt. I am not informed fully on the subject, and I must reserve my opinion; but I unhesitatingly say I have not recommended the action myself. Mr. Farquhar, one of the leading pearlshellers, is expected down by the next Japanese boat, and I believe he is charged with making representations to the Government on this subject.”

“I saw Sir Henry Norman in London,” said Mr. Douglas, “and he expressed himself very warmly regarding Queensland and all his old Queensland friends. I spent an afternoon with Lord and Lady Lamington, at Westminster, and it happened to be the day on which Lord Salisbury’s resignation was announced, so we went to the House of Lords, and it was rather an interesting occasion. Lord Lamington has been spoken of as the future Governor of Ceylon, and I do not know how that may be, but Sir West Ridgeway, the present Governor, is returning to Ceylon for another year. Lord and Lady Lamington are very well, and they were very kind. Sir Horace Tozer is full of business, but I do not think favours the removal of the Agent-General’s office to the city. Mr. Chamberlain is anxious that the different offices should be merged into a central office, under the Commonwealth. I rather doubt myself the wisdom of moving from Victoria-street, where the Colonial offices have been settled for many years, and where they are known and identified with the locality. If they go into the city they will have to pay to get anything like an equivalent to their present premises. It is suggested that the Agents-General should mix more with the business people, and that they be regarded more as mercantile agents. How that will work remains to be seen. I rather suspect that they will notice a good deal of opposition from the present mercantile representatives of the State in the city.”

This concluded the interview.

 

Saturday, September 19, 2026

Past and Present of Thursday Island and Torres Straits by John Douglas

Past and Present of Thursday Island and Torres Straits

By the HONOURABLE JOHN DOUGLAS, C.M.G.,
GOVERNMENT RESIDENT, THURSDAY ISLAND.

THE OUTRIDGE PRINTING CO., PRINTERS AND PUBLISHERS, QUEEN STREET, BRISBANE, QUEENSLAND, 1900 (From an address given on Thursday Island on 26 August 1899)

Preface

Shortly before Referendum day—the 2nd of September—I was asked by the Federation League to deliver an address to the people of Thursday Island on its history, with special reference to the great topic of the day. This I undertook to do, and I was subsequently requested by a good many residents on the Island to have it printed for purposes of reference.

Mr. Corran, of the “Torres Straits Pilot,” has kindly placed at my disposal the report of the proceedings which appeared in his paper, and this is now reproduced nearly in its original form.

I have added a few statements, chiefly in explanation of a few very excellent photographs taken by Mr. Claude Falconer when on a cruise in the “White Star” among the islands of Torres Straits.

JOHN DOUGLAS.

Thursday Island,
30th September, 1899.

In the beginning God created Thursday Island. There are some persons possibly who might hesitate to confirm that statement, and who might prefer to say that Thursday Island grew unconsciously, like Topsy, and that one fine morning it arose above the sea level, growing grass and producing living creatures in that mysterious order of creation of which as yet we know very little. I am not going to dispute about the origin of Thursday Island—how it came to exist, and how in the far-off ages it began to bask under the puissant forces of the great Creative Power. Suffice it to say that our little Island is probably as old as the mightiest monarchs of the Andes and the Himalayas. Its foundations are laid in the bed rock of the oldest geological formations. Here and in this very neighbourhood was enacted the great drama of man’s earliest existence. There are no historical landmarks, I regret to say, of that most interesting period. There are no precious memorials of those times which can be said to throw much light on the stone age as it still exists in New Guinea. I cannot tell you when men first came to look on these shores. I cannot tell you with any approach to accuracy where our first Garden of Eden was situated, whether on this Island, or on Hammond Island, or on Moa or Badu. Of this you may be certain, on no less an authority than my own, that there was once, not far from us, a Garden of Eden of our own. We have indeed just as good a right to a Garden of Eden on these Australian shores as the dwellers in Mesopotamia. Adam and Eve were here in all their primitive simplicity. Cain of Torres Straits killed Abel just in the same way, and the same savage destiny was worked out through endless ages. So that after all, Thursday Island is probably as old as the oldest island of the ocean, and if there is honour in old age, and in an ancient origin, Thursday Island has a perfect right to any distinction which may be founded on such associations. In due course, also, there came a time when the Sons of God, as our ancient annals have it, took to themselves the daughters of men. That stupendous alliance, which I do not pretend wholly to comprehend, no doubt bore fruit here, as it did elsewhere, and it is quite possible that his Caucasian Majesty of the present— day may claim to trace his ancestry to such an origin. However that may be, I will claim this for Thursday Island, that it is as old as Nineveh or Persepolis, as old as Rome or Carthage, and that during all that stormy time when empires rose and fell it was held in reserve in quiescent insignificance, awaiting the advent of that peculiar people whom I have referred to, and who may for our present purpose be designated as the Sons of God. Well then, having thus shadowed forth the distant past, the period of gestation when this Thursday Island and this Torres Straits of ours was being formed in the fruitful womb of time, let me now glance briefly at its history in later times—in the living present which we know of and which we may regard as historical as compared with those mystic ages which the mighty forces of Nature devoted to the creative period.

The first recorded fact, then, which I connect with the present is the voyage of Torres through Torres Straits. That was in August, 1606. In the same year came the Dutch to Duyphen Point, which is south of the Batavia River. Torres was unable to make his way round to the north of New Guinea, being baffled by contrary winds, so he coasted along the southern shores of New Guinea, annexing everything in the name of the King of Spain, and kidnapping some twenty natives as curiosities for his master. He says that he sailed through the Straits in the 11th parallel of south latitude, and at the same time says that he got into great difficulties among the reefs which extend, according to his computations, up to the fifth parallel. How he arrived at this conclusion is difficult to understand. He got through, however, and reached Manila that same year.

You will all agree with me I think when I say that Luis Vaez de Torres must have been a plucky sailor and a dexterous navigator to accomplish such a feat with the imperfect ships and appliances which then prevailed. It is curious to know, also, as many of you I daresay do not know, that the account of his voyage did not transpire until more than 150 years after, when a copy of it was discovered in an official pigeon-hole at Manila, when that Spanish colony was occupied by the British in the early years of George the Third’s reign.

Anyway, Torres managed to thread his way through the Straits in August, 1606. That was in the reign of James the First of England and Sixth of Scotland, but whether he did so through Endeavour Straits, or by what we know as the Napoleon Pass, I cannot tell you. He probably sighted the Prince of Wales group. Make a note then of your first historical landmark. Luis Vaez de Torres passed through Torres Straits in August, 1606. That was about the time of the Gunpowder Plot.

Then, after a long interval of more than 160 years came Cook, our illustrious voyager. Cook did not know of the discovery made by Torres, at any rate there is no hint of such knowledge in his travels, for Torres’ discovery, as I have told you, lay perdu at Manila. Well, Cook unfurled our flag on Possession Island in 1770, sailing joyfully out of the reefs through Endeavour Straits, Landmark No. 2. Most memorable! That was about the time when the Act was passed which levied a duty on tea imported into America. Most memorable also! For it was that Act which lost us our American colonies of that time—lost, do I say, though to their great gain and to ours also, I verily believe, for they were then enabled to work out their destiny on a grander scale; and to us of the old parent stem there came a capacity to branch out into a wider space in India and in Canada, and above all in this new continent of Australia.

It was some compensation indeed for the tea duty, that Cook should at that time have accomplished the exploration of the eastern coast of New South Wales, as he called it, planting his staff on Possession Island, and thus opening out a vast area of amplification for our Anglo-Saxon race. Remember once more that Landmark in your history, 1770—most memorable!—not only for us, but for the world itself! Thus the spirit of Life and Light began to move on the face of the waters, and a new birth began—the babe leaped, as it were, in its mother’s womb. (Applause.)

Let me here dilate a little on this plan which you see before you. It is an enlargement of Captain Cook’s chart which has most kindly been made for me by Captain Coxen, our artillery commandant. It is wonderfully accurate you will observe with the exception of some minor details which have been filled in by subsequent observations. Here Cook planted his staff on Possession Island in 1770. It is a noteworthy incident in the history of Australia, and it may be hoped that it will some day be monumentally perpetuated in some permanent fashion. In Sydney, you know, there is a fine statue to Cook in one of their public places. Why should not we, at this extremity of Australia, where he accomplished this the greatest of his achievements, why should not we too have some lasting memorial indicating on these shores the act of our glorious discoverer.

Twenty years after came H.M.S. Pandora sailing from Tahiti, and she left her bones in Torres Straits. In the following year Bligh and Portlock passed through. That was in 1792. Then came Bampton and Alt, the adventurous traders and explorers of the Papuan Gulf; and after them nothing, or nothing historical so far as I know for more than fifty years; when Blackwood of the Fly and Owen Stanley of the Rattlesnake, as recorded by Jukes and McGillivray, began to make history by their surveys and observations.

It was time that they did, for it was then beginning to be perceived, as their instructions testify, that there must soon be steam communication between Sydney and Singapore, and the way must be prepared by further explorations and surveys through Torres Straits. Blackwood accordingly surveyed the Raine Island entrance, and erected his tower there. Owen Stanley improved on that and surveyed Bligh’s entrance, exploring at the same time the waters and the Islands in the vicinity of the Warrior Reef. Thus we reach another landmark in our history—the voyages of the Fly and the Rattlesnake, 1844–1850.

Alas, dear Thursday Islanders, I have looked in vain in your School of Arts Library, consisting of two thousand volumes, mostly novels—in vain have I looked for the voyages of the Fly and the Rattlesnake. I can find no trace of Jukes or McGillivray. You have an excellent edition of Cook’s voyages, from which I have taken the chart which you see; but you have no Jukes and no McGillivray, and as far as I can find you have no Bible. I fear me much that the members of the School of Arts have not yet found salvation. Find salvation by all means. Buy a good edition of the Revised Version, and buy also the voyages of the Fly and the Rattlesnake. They are the very title-deeds of your inheritance.

Once more let us go over these landmarks.

Landmark No. 1.—Creation of Thursday Island—unrecorded—omne ignotum pro magnifico, probably the same as the sun and the moon and the stars.

Landmark No. 2.—Visit of the Sons of God to the daughters of men, also beyond historical computation, an insoluble problem.

Landmark No. 3.—Luis Vaez de Torres, A.D. 1606.

Landmark No. 4.—Captain Cook at Possession Island, A.D. 1770.

Landmark No. 5.—Voyages of the Fly and the Rattlesnake, 1844–1850.

Now we are approaching what may be called modern times. Torres Straits had been explored. Occasionally ships passed through it. I think I see before me to-night an ancient mariner, Captain Dark, who in the early days of his seafaring, between 1840-50, passed several times through Torres Straits. But as yet little was known of the great northern territory of Terra Australis. Fitful attempts had been made to establish a settlement at Port Essington, and had failed. It then came to be perceived that, if there was to be a harbour of refuge in Northern Australia, it would be somewhere in the vicinity of Cape York, or York Cape, as Cook has it, and not at Port Essington. Thus the exploration of the York Cape Peninsula became a necessity. So an expedition was organised in Sydney, and E. B. Kennedy was placed in command of it. They left Sydney on the 26th of April, 1848, in the barque Tam O’Shanter under the convoy of H.M.S. Rattlesnake, thirteen all told, one of them being a namesake of my own. They landed at Rockingham Bay on the 23rd of May. Why so far south it is hard to tell. They were sadly embarrassed by the difficulties of the country in those parts, and were quite exhausted by their wanderings before ever they reached the Peninsula. I suppose that you all know the disastrous results of that expedition. Poor Kennedy was killed by the blacks on the Escape River, within sight of Albany Island, whither a vessel had been sent to meet him. His faithful companion Jackey Jackey, an Australian aboriginal, saw him die, and afterwards reached Albany to tell the tale. Kennedy had left eight men at a depot he formed at Weymouth Bay. Weymouth Bay is to the south of Piper Island Light. Of those eight men two only survived, Carron and Goddard. Carron was the botanist of the expedition, and from him we know everything that is known about the expedition up to the time when Kennedy left them to make a dash for Albany. They were rescued by Captain Dobson and Dr. Vallack in the Ariel on the 30th of December, 1848, and were taken back to Sydney. A few months after, in May of the following year, T. Beckford Simpson, the master of the brig Freak, visited Weymouth Bay and brought away the bodies, or rather the bones, of Niblett and Ward. He buried them on the highest point of Albany Island. Captain Owen Stanley afterwards erected a tombstone, as we are told, over the grave. It was in reality a stout wooden tablet, which was afterwards destroyed by one of the fires which every year sweep over Albany Island and burn up all the long grass which prevails. The tablet was renewed by Mr. John Jardine in 1865, and again by Mr. Frank Jardine. This last tablet has nearly shared the fate of its predecessors. I visited Albany Island the other day for the purpose of ascertaining its condition, and finding that it was fast perishing I brought it in with me. Here it is, you see. I hope that this time it may be renewed in some permanent form, so as to resist the effects of fire or of time, and that it may remain to remind us and those who come after us of Kennedy and his companion. They were brave men. They fell in no inglorious battle with the unknown, and ought to be remembered as the first of our explorers. I can well remember when I first came to this country in 1851 how the fate of Kennedy and his companions was being talked about. Silence, however, once more brooded over the Peninsula and the waters of Torres Straits for a good many years after Kennedy passed out of our sight. It was not until after Queensland came to the front that anything more was done to let in the light. The first thing done was to establish a Port of Refuge, as it was called, at Somerset. Ships were beginning carefully to puzzle out a track through the Straits. Men who were not altogether absorbed by the glamour of our gold discoveries began to study the charts. They came to the conclusion that Albany Island commanded a fine position and that someday or other, and somewhere in that neighbourhood, there must be an Australian Singapore. Had not the hydrographer in the Admiralty instructions to Captain Owen Stanley foreshadowed steam communication through the Straits? Sir George Bowen, our first Governor, was keenly alive to the situation. He came up to Albany in H.M.S. Pioneer in 1861. In 1862 Mr. John Jardine was sent up from Brisbane to form a settlement. At that time Captain Edwards of the Blue Bell schooner had a bêche-de-mer station at Frederick Point, the curing house and store being built of rough stones. Then followed wooden houses, constructed at Brisbane and erected on the mainland at Somerset, as it was beginning to be called. Shortly after came H.M.S. Salamander from England, with a company of Marines. Her commander was Lieut. Pascoe, and the doctor of the vessel was Dr. Haran. Dr. Haran wrote a paper on the meteorology of Torres Straits, which, if I mistake not, was published in the proceedings of the Royal Geographical Society. The era, then, of the foundation of Somerset, of John Jardine, and of the Salamander was 1863. Everybody down south was talking of Somerset, and what a great place it was going to be—the Singapore of Australia—forgetting that geographical position alone, without trade and peaceful competition, will never make a Singapore either here or elsewhere.

However, the merchants of Brisbane and Sydney made up their minds that Somerset must go ahead, and so a good many thousands were raked into the Treasury at Brisbane for the allotments which were then sold right down to Fly Point and the City of the Anthills. Still there was not much real growth. There were barracks for the Marines, whose area of occupation was limited enough. There was a schoolmaster too, who was supposed to be a native instructor, but the natives never came to be instructed, and indeed kept such careful watch and ward over the redcoats that their expeditions into the interior were limited to about half-a-mile from the barracks. But about this time there were other explorers afoot, whose explorations were not quite so limited. The Messrs. Jardine—Frank and Alick—had left Rockhampton in May, 1864, with a mob of cattle, and they arrived at Somerset on the 17th of March, 1865. It was a wonderfully daring drive through country which over a great part of the distance was absolutely unoccupied and had not been traversed, except by Kennedy with the disastrous results you have heard of. Well, the arrival of the Jardines at Somerset with their mob of cattle gave it a forward impulse. Henceforward there was an overland track, though it was not much followed. Pearlshellers also began to frequent Albany Pass. Pearlshell was then worth £250 a ton in Sydney, and there were pearls besides, so that there seemed to be some hope for Somerset.

Moreover, the people in Brisbane began to think that if ever there was to be steam communication through Torres Straits it was time to stir about it. So it was decided to send a sort of diplomatic mission to Batavia to see if the Dutch would join us in the enterprise. Captain Simpson, a retired naval commander, was fixed upon as a man who would suitably represent us. He bought a new uniform, I remember, so that he might appear with sufficient importance before the Governor-General of Netherlands India. Captain Simpson attained the object we had in view. The Dutch joined us in subsidising a service for a few experimental trips. The Souchays was chartered under Captain Blick, and afterwards the Hero. It fell to my lot to sign the first charter for a steamer service through Torres Straits, for I then happened to be Postmaster-General. The Dutch also sent their representatives to Brisbane in the persons of Mr. Van Delden and Mr. Frazer, but it was found, after experience, that the policy of the Hollanders was not in the direction of free exchanges, and the next contract was carried out by Messrs. M’Taggart, Tidman and Co., of Singapore. After them came the Eastern and Australian Coy., and then the British India Coy.

From 1866 to 1877 Somerset grew a little, though slowly. There was a store and a post office, and there were some pearl shelling stations on Albany Island, but the anchorage in Albany Passage was regarded as very troublesome and even dangerous for large mail steamers—with the tide sweeping through it as it does they had often to hold on by both anchors. At that time, also, the maritime boundary of Queensland was extended so as to include all the islands between the coast and the Barrier Reef. I remember well how our old friend Douglas Pitt was quoted to me at the time as an instance of how there were some of our people who had got beyond the jurisdiction, and were living on the islands without the benefit of judge or jury. Messrs. McFarlane and Murray also had come to Somerset and had gone to Murray Island to establish their mission there. That was in 1871. Everything, therefore, was prepared for another step forward, and thus it fell to me once more to mark another era in our history by the annexation of the islands and the transfer of the settlement from Somerset to Thursday Island. The annexation was made, and the transfer was effected in 1877. I have often thought, since I have become better acquainted with the locality, that a good deal was lost by us when we left Somerset and the mainland. We abandoned with it the chance of occupying some twenty or thirty thousand acres of fine rich scrub land near Somerset, as good as any in North Queensland, and we abandoned also the chance of a railway which might have been pushed through the Peninsula and made our starting point for the East, for India, China, and even the Old Country. Who then thought that emigrants could be brought through the Red Sea! Good anchorage also could have been found in one of the bays between Somerset and Cape York. But the die was cast. Thursday Island was chosen as the future harbour of refuge, and Mr. Chester moved over to occupy the present Residency in 1877.

During the interval between 1866 and 1877 there had been a succession of Resident Magistrates at Somerset. Captain Simpson first, who succeeded John Jardine, then Frank Jardine, and after him Ilin, and finally Chester, who held sway here until 1885, when I entered on office. It never dawned upon me in 1877, when I first visited Thursday Island, and when I chose the site of the present School and Post Office reserves—it certainly never occurred to me then, that I should be privileged in my latter years to take an active share in the administration of your affairs and in the islands of the Straits.

They have been years of very great interest to me, and not altogether unprofitable, I hope, to the inhabitants of this little dependency of a dependency. We have grown slowly and surely. We are now known all over the world as the northern sentinel island of Australia, and the centre of a thriving local industry. You can hardly expect me, I think, to dwell on the present occasion on the history of the years from 1877 to the present time. I may revert to them at some future time, and tell you about the establishment of your local Government, the annexation of New Guinea, the visit of the Auxiliary Squadron, the commencement of your fortifications, and the issue of the great controversy between the believers in the six-inch shell limit or the five-inch. Let us hasten on to the culminating point of our modern history now before us, that question which has to be decided next week on the 2nd of September, 1899.

What say you? Are you for union or against it? Are we to be one people from Cape Leeuwin to Cape York? Is this great island continent of Australia to be one country? It is already one by the indissoluble laws of nature—shall I not rather say by the laws of the Great Creator, the majestic Ruler of Events in the procession of human affairs? It is surrounded by the sea. It stretches from the tropics to the temperate zone. Is this great country of ours which during the last century we have won from primitive barbarism, is it to be made still more one by the closest possible political, economical, and racial relationship? Are we now, henceforth and for ever to enter upon our inheritance during the reign of her Majesty the Queen in the Victorian era? Shall we accept this proffered priceless gift, or shall we reject it? That is what you will be asked to say on the 2nd of September, and I cannot doubt what your answer will be. I dare say you remember those stirring words of Robert Burns—

“Then let us pray, that come it may,
As come it shall for a’ that,
When man and man, o’er all the earth,
Shall brothers be and a’ that.”

Well, that is a big hope, a hope long deferred, and not yet within sight. But we can at least do something towards its fulfilment. We can make Australians brothers. We can join hands across our artificial boundaries and say that henceforth we are one people. We can lay the foundation of a great Australian nation, and surely that is something worth doing.

What is there to divide us? We are of one race, we speak one language, we own allegiance to one Sovereign, we have the same laws and institutions, the same literature, the same traditions, and the same hopes. Why then should there be six separate communities, each with its own customs barriers, its own fiscal system, its own defence, and its own machinery for dealing with matters which concern us all? Surely the time has come when we should unite for those great purposes which are common to the whole Australian people.

There are, no doubt, objections to the Bill. No human instrument is perfect, and this Constitution is the work of men. But we have to consider whether the advantages of union do not outweigh the objections which may be urged against particular provisions. We have to remember that if we reject this opportunity we do not know when another may occur. Years may pass before the colonies can again be brought into agreement. The present Bill has been framed after prolonged discussion and after concessions on all sides. It represents the best agreement which the representatives of the several colonies have been able to devise.

To us in Northern Queensland Federation has a peculiar importance. We are far removed from the great centres of population. We stand here at the northern gateway of Australia. Our interests are not always identical with those of the southern portions of Queensland, and there are questions affecting the north which must ultimately be dealt with on an Australian rather than merely a provincial basis. Defence is one of these. The protection of these Straits and of this northern coast concerns not Queensland alone but the whole continent.

Thursday Island occupies a position of great strategic importance. Every vessel passing through Torres Straits comes within reach of us, and in time of war the possession and defence of this position might become a matter of national importance. It is unreasonable that Queensland alone should bear responsibilities which belong properly to Australia. Under Federation there will be one defence system, one military organisation, and one Australian authority responsible for the protection of our shores.

There is another matter of even greater importance to us. I refer to the population of these northern regions and to the labour employed in our industries. We have here Europeans, Japanese, Malays, Manilamen, South Sea Islanders, and natives of the Torres Straits, all brought together by the pearl-shelling and other industries. The questions arising from this mixed population cannot permanently be dealt with as though Thursday Island were isolated from the rest of Australia. They form part of the larger Australian problem.

I do not propose to enter now into all the arguments which have been advanced upon these subjects. My purpose to-night has been rather to remind you how Thursday Island has grown from an almost unknown spot into a settlement occupying an important position in the commerce and defence of Australia. I have tried to show you something of the long succession of events which has brought us to our present position—from Torres and Cook, through the explorers and navigators who followed them, to the establishment of Somerset and finally of Thursday Island.

We have reached another landmark. On Saturday next you will be asked to decide whether Queensland shall enter the Australian Commonwealth. It is a decision which will affect not merely ourselves but those who come after us. We are making history just as surely as Torres made history when he sailed through these waters, or Cook when he raised the British flag on Possession Island.

I trust that Thursday Island will not be behind the rest of Queensland in recognising the importance of the occasion. Whatever differences of opinion may exist as to details, I hope that we shall remember the larger question—the union of the Australian people and the creation of a Commonwealth worthy of this great continent and of the race which has made its home here.

I thank you for the patience with which you have listened to me.


Thursday IslandFrom the First Gun Emplacement on the Military Road.

The view of Thursday Island is taken from above the first gun emplacement on the Military road, and gives a very fair idea of the town at the present time.

The settlement dates from 1877, when the Government Buildings were erected and Petty Sessions were first held. Shortly after, and early in 1878, Somerset was abandoned, the buildings being sold to Mr. Jardine. The native name of Thursday Island is Wai ben, and its area is 816 acres. Its present population is 1515, of whom 574 are European. There are 2132 men of various nationalities employed in boats and shipped on articles. The number of Japanese so employed in 1898 was 790. Early in March last a number of boats and upwards of 300 lives were lost in a cyclone on the east coast of the Cape York Peninsula.


Court House and NativesMurray Island.

The Murray Island people are very proud of their Court House. It is built of coral lime concrete, and is a most substantial and creditable structure, constructed by themselves under the direction of Mr. Bruce. The Queensland Government contributed the iron for the roof, but everything else must be credited to the natives. There are verandahs on three sides, and the material for the verandah on the fourth side has been obtained, though as yet, as is seen in the photograph, it has not been added.

The Mamoose, or head man, known familiarly as “Harry,” dispenses justice, and in doing so is assisted by a council of advisers, who are elected by the heads of family.

There are four policemen who maintain order if necessary, and who act on instructions from the Mamoose. They wear a uniform, which is supplied them by the Queensland Government, and they are quite conscious of the responsibilities of office. They receive a small honorarium of £1 a year as a sort of retaining fee for their services.


School Children, Murray Island.

The picture here given shows the Murray Island school children who are a very bright and orderly lot, quite equal in intelligence, according to my estimate, to the ordinary run of white children. Mr. John Bruce is their teacher, and he has had them under his tuition for fully five years. He is paid by the Queensland Government, and is the only white man at present permanently residing on Murray Island. The population of Murray Island, according to our census and population registers, which are regularly kept by Mr. Bruce, numbers 481, and I am happy to say that of late years the population has slightly increased. The excess of births over deaths since 1893 stands at 39.

Murray Island may be said to be “self-contained.” There are very few foreigners, and South Sea Islanders are kept at arm’s length, not being encouraged either to settle on the island or to intermarry with the women.


Group of Natives, Village of Geenwell, Badu or Mulgrave Island.

TO BADU is the native name of Mulgrave Island, as it appears in the charts. There is a population of about 180. The village which they used to inhabit was situated at the eastern extremity, bat they have moved lately to a new village not far from Green Island, which is often resorted to as an anchorage by the shelling boats. I have named this village Greenwell from my old friend Canon Greenwell, of Durham, who is a very high authority on anthropology. They have good canoes, and the men live by fishing and working as divers in shallow water, which is known among us as swimming dining that is diving in from three to four fathoms of water. There is good timber on the island, which is impervious to the attack of the formidable tevide matules, and there is an abundance of a wild native yams, known to the natives as Boers, which are very palatable, and quite worthy of being ranked with the English potano

A school has lately been established on the island, taught by a white man, and when I last visited this island there were 41 children in attendance. The most of them understand English, and they are very anxious to learn, both to read and write

Grass House at Greenwell, Badu, or Mulgrave Island, occupied by teacher Morris

Grass House, Darnley Island.
THIS grasshouse may be regarded as a typical representation of the habitations occupied by the people of Darnley. The popula tion of Darnley is about 250, and of these nearly half are either South Sea Islanders, or the children of South Sea Islanders who have married Darnley women. The mixture of races has re-suited, in my opinion, in a decided improvement, both mentally and physically.
The houses they now live in are an improvement on the old bee-hive structures of the primitive Darnley Islanders, and the young people of the present generation are more enterprising. They have been making a good deal of money lately out of the black-lipped shell, which is pretty abundant in their waters. The deep water in the vicinity of Darnley has been the scene of many a diving casualty, and there are a number of graves on Darnley Island of divers who have dived once too often.

Joe Rotumah's House, Darnley Island, with India Rubber tree on the right, planted in 1890.

Native Constabulary of Daru, in British New Guinea, in dress and undress.
DARU, or Yaru, as it is sometimes called, is an island of Torres Straits, within New Guinea waters, and is the Headquarters of Administration, in what is known as the Western Division. In these illustrations we have a fine representation of the Native Constabulary in uniform, and in mufti. Fine men and capable of anything under good officers. It was at first supposed that it would be impossible to trust the natives of New Guinea to do the work of a constabulary, and Fijians were employed for this purpose. After a time, however, and sometimes after having served a sentence as punishment, it was found that they were very susceptible to improvement under discipline, and they may now be regarded as a thoroughly efficient body of men who can be trusted under any circumstances of difficulty if well led. They are armed with Snider carbines, and are fairly good shots at short distances.