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Chapters (36)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. TITLE PAGE
  3. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  4. DEDICATION
  5. CONTENTS
  6. PART ONE
  7. 1. WISEMAN’S FERRY
  8. 2. WALKING FOR RECONCILIATION
  9. 3. THE MITCHELL LIBRARY
  10. 4. CENTENARY OF FEDERATION
  11. 5. THE SOCIETY OF GENEALOGISTS
  12. 6. THE PUBLIC RECORD OFFICE
  13. 7. THREE CRANES WHARF
  14. 8. LIGHTERMEN
  15. 9. THE LONDON POOR
  16. 10. WISEMAN’S LIFE
  17. 11. VOICES AND PICTURES
  18. 12. THE GHOST ROOM
  19. 13. A LITTLE LEARNING
  20. 14. THE NEWS OF THE DAY
  21. 15. HISTORIANS
  22. 16. ABORIGINAL VOICES
  23. 17. THE BUSH AT NIGHT
  24. PART TWO
  25. 18. STARTING TO WRITE
  26. 19. THE ASSEMBLY
  27. 20. THE FICTIONAL QUESTER
  28. 21. THE LAND SPEAKING
  29. PART THREE
  30. 22. WHAT HAVE I GOT?
  31. 23. FINDING THE CHARACTERS
  32. 24. THE ABORIGINAL CHARACTERS
  33. 25. DIALOGUE
  34. 26. THE FIRST READERS
  35. 27. INTO THE WORLD
  36. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Having worked my way through the despatches I turned to the Sydney Gazette. Its first issue came out in 1803, three years before Wiseman arrived, and for the next twenty years hardly an issue went by without a piece on the ‘black savages’. The tone varied from jocular to indignant. To get a feel for events before Wiseman came to the river, I started at the beginning. Judging by the reports in the Gazette, things were pretty busy in June and July of 1804:

among the reaches about Portland Head their ravages have been felt with much greater severity than elsewhere...Last Friday se’nnight the farms of Crumby and Cuddie at the South Creek were totally stripped by a formidable body of natives supposed to be about 150 in number…

Another group made a visit to Tench’s River on the maraud, where getting among the corn of J. Kennedy without endeavouring to conceal themselves they were speedily discerned gathering in the crop with unusual activity: the settler disapproving their diligence as it promised but little advantage to the interests of his own family, instantly embraced the means of repelling a visit that had no real claim upon the laws of hospitality, and by a few discharges obliged them to retire with a trifling booty…

Some short time since, a settler’s wife with a large family, entertained half-a-dozen of these idlers with an almost reprehensible hospitality, and they in return, amused her with assurances of their best wishes and gratitude to her bounty, but in the very interim, a body of their colleagues were busily employed in clearing a whole acre of corn, which they carried off either in canoes or on their shoulders.

These things didn’t happen to Wiseman, of course, but they’d happened only ten years earlier and a few kilometres from where they could have happened to him.

The Gazette, meanwhile, was in no doubt how to interpret all this: ‘It may verily be advanced, that no set of people in the known world were ever so totally destitute as these are of industry and ingenuity, or whose innate indolence rendered them so wretchedly inattentive to the very means of subsistence.’

Shortly before Wiseman arrived on the river, the Gazette’s reports of ‘outrages’ and ‘atrocities’ increased: between March and August 1816 they averaged one a month, in various parts of the settlement. After 1816—when Macquarie declared martial law—there were fewer reports for several years. When they resumed, the attacks usually happened further away from Sydney as the frontier pushed further out.

Squinting at the smudged old print of the Sydney Gazette, I was more and more appalled. I’d never known about any of this. Even worse, I’d never thought to ask.

I found nothing about Wiseman here. My original question—‘ What did he do when he encountered the Aboriginal people?’—still had no clear answer.