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Saturday 25 April 2020

Moored to a sea mine

A WWI German sea mine being launched from the back of a ship.
http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article166255579

Another story associated with the travels of the New Zealand Hospital Ship Maheno. As relayed in the Sydney Morning Herald Friday 12 September 1919.

MOORED TO A MINE.
TWO MEN IN A BOAT.
EXPERIENCE IN THE ENGLISH CHANNEL. 
Captain Cain, of the Union Steamship Company's new steamer Waitemata, which arrived from Calcutta, via ports, a few days ago, has had the thrilling experience of being "moored to a German mine." 
It occurred during the war, and the act was voluntary on the captain's part. 
"An officer, who was an eye-witness of the exploit, related the facts in Sydney yesterday; but Captain Cain himself, apart from admitting that "such an incident" took place, preferred to say little or nothing regarding it.  
During the war Captain Cain had charge of a patrol vessel in the Mediterranean, and eventually left his vessel in Egypt. His work being completed, he desired to return to England. He bad not been demobilised, and the Government would have arranged for his passage home, but, as the Union Company's steamer Maheno was then in port, be decided to try to return to England in her. 
He interviewed Captain Neville, of the Maheno, and as the latter was short of officers it was agreed that Captain Cain, and a fellow-officer who had been on active service with him, should be engaged for the run to England. 
Everything went well until the Maheno approached the entrance to the English Channel, when a floating mine was sighted. Captain Neville had nothing with which to explode the mine, and was unable immediately to get into wireless communication with the naval authorities. As the mine was right in the track of shipping, it constituted a serious danger. Even if the Maheno left it until her arrival in port the chances that some vessel I would strike the mine before it could be again located and destroyed were by no means small. 
Captain Cain accordingly came forward, and asked for the loan of one of the ship's boats, a length of rope, and some flare lights. These were granted, and Captain Cain and his friend left the steamer in the boat and pulled over to the mine. After making fast to the mine and paying out a fair length of rope, the two officers sat down to await the arrival of assistance. 
The Maheno left the men in the boat moored to the mine, and proceeded on her way to Southampton, where she reported the incident to the naval authorities. The exact locality of the mine was given, and a "P" boat was despatched at full speed to the scene. 
For between seven and eight hours Captain Cain and his friend remained with their boat bobbing about on the surface of the sea, and still tied to the instrument of destruction. Several steamers were sighted, but no signals were made to any of them, as it was feared that they might not he able to avoid the mine if they were induced to approach the boat. 
As It grew dark the flare lights were got ready in case of the approach of a steamer, but some time after darkness had closed in a searchlight commenced swooping the water in the vicinity of the boat. This was from the "P" boat which had been sent out at the request of Captain Neville. 
Before long the "P" boat arrived, picked up the two men, and, after exploding the mine, was soon racing back to port with Captain Cain and his friend on board.

Letters from the hospital ship 'Maheno', No 6.

Detail of the Maheno show the doors in the side.
The utility of these doors is often mentioned in articles about the ship.
https://nzhistory.govt.nz/media/photo/discharging-patients-alexandria


A small series, of unknown length, highlighting letters from the hospital ship, 'Maheno'.
Part of my ANZAC Commemoration in the year 2020.

Assumed Identity

Name: Eric Edward McGrath
Service No: 2518
Enlisted: 13 Dec 1816
Unit: 44th Australian Infantry Battalion
Source: Australian War Memorial

Letter as it appears in the Delegate Argus (NSW : 1906 - 1943), Thursday 7 December 1916, page 2

"Fritz Got Me at Last" 
A report got around some time ago that Private E. McGrath, one time teacher at Woodglen School, had gone under at the front. Such is not the case. He has been wounded, but last word to local friends said he was doing well. Those who know 'Mac' will read the following letter, which comes from him, with interest:— 
"Fritz has got me at last. I have had a long run and many a good mate has been knocked over alongside me, and there are not too many left of the crowd who crossed with me on the "Medic." We were taken out of the line we were holding near Armentieres about the end of June and formed into a mobile division. That meant that we marched where other troops were carried in trains. Well, we marched from Armentieres to Albert, taking about three weeks, sleeping in ruined houses and straw stacks, and subsisting upon very scanty rations. Luckily I was in fine condition, and stood the march well. On arrival at Albert — which is in ruins — we left everything behind with our packs, not even taking a towel or soap— only ammunition and food. We took over the trenches in front of Pozieres from the British. They had made several attempts to take the place, but had failed. Their dead were lying all over the place. There were four of them built into the side of the trench where I was, with arms and legs sticking out, and the shell holes were full of them. When the smell got too high we had to get out at night and do the grave digging act. There were plenty of dead square heads around, too. I got a dose of some kind of gas going in, and was pretty sick. The worst want was water. It had to be carried a couple of miles, and each day a few of the carriers were killed by German shells, so we did not waste any of it in washing. After four days, during which we lost a good few men, we attacked at midnight on July 22nd. I was in an advance guard of 20 men to take part of the first line of trenches and dig them out in case our attacks were driven off. We sneaked out with fixed bayonets before midnight, and crept from shell-hole to shell-hole across "No-Man's Land." We laid down about half-way across, and suddenly 200 of our guns opened on the first line and rained shells on it for 20 minutes. Then they shift ed into the next line, and we went for the first. The German guns began to give us a warm reception. I got to the parapet, but a shell explosion upended me, and in getting up some shrapnel smashed my right foot. I shot one German swine though before I collapsed. When I came to I crawled into a shell-hole and dug in as far as I could and said my prayers. It was more like hell than anything you could imagine. Nothing to be seen but great clouds of smoke and the flash of shells, while the shrapnel simply rained down. I did not think it possible for anyone to live there, but our boys came through it in wave after wave, although they fell in hundreds. The wounded were shrieking and swearing, and those of us who could crawl were trying to tie up our wounds and those of our mates. About daylight it slackened, and I started to crawl back to our trenches. Of course I got lost and mixed up in the barbed wire, but after crawling a couple of miles I got into a trench, and was tied up by some stretcher bearers, who gave me a shovel as a crutch and started me back. I got a good way before I went under, and then an engineer officer carried me on his back to a dressing station. From there I went by stretcher, ambulance and train to Le Treporte, on the coast of Normandy. I put in nearly a fortnight here, and was operated on, and had the shrapnel cut out of my foot. They had designs on the foot, but I bluffed them off. Then to Havre, and across to Southampton on the N.Z. hospital ship Maheno. I first went to Fawcett Road Hospital, Southsea, for a week, and then out here. Had another operation the day before yesterday, and have another incision as a result. The nurses and doctors are very kind, but I am feeling only middling. I can't eat since the gas. We have concerts twice a week, and anyone who can go out, especially the Australians, have a good time. Southsea is a part of Portsmouth, and is a great holiday resort."

Letters from the hospital ship 'Maheno', No 5.

Detail from a 1916 greeting card.
https://www.aucklandmuseum.com/collection/object/am_library-ephemera-16927

A small series, of unknown length, highlighting letters from the hospital ship, 'Maheno'.
Part of my ANZAC Commemoration in the year 2020.

Assumed identity of the author:-
Name: Harold Griffith
Service Number: 1544
Enlisted: 9 Apr 1915
Unit: 17th Australian Infantry Battalion
Fate: Returned to Australia, 17 Mar 1916
Source: Australian War Memorial

Molong Express and Western District Advertiser (NSW : 1887 - 1954), Saturday 6 November 1915, page 8

"Head Down and Pecker Up." 
Mr. and Mrs. G. W. Griffith, of Manildra, have received letters from their son Harold, written from the trenches, at sea, and the Gibralta Military Hospital, on August 25, Sept. 9, and Sept. 20 respectively. Writing from the front on the back of a programme of a concert held on board the transport he travelled on from Australia, the soldier says : 
"At last we are in the trenches. We journeyed to Lemnos in a big boat, stopped at Lemnos for a day, and then transhipped into two little boats. It took us only a few hours to get off the coast of Gallipoli. We were to land at night, so we understood, and we could hear the machine guns and rifles popping a treat. As we thought we would be landing under fire, we did not feel too brisk over the matter. It certainly sent a creepy feeling up our spinal cords. We, however, did not get off until just daylight. We landed on a pier and moved up to our position. My word, I can tell you we were glad that we didn't have to land under fire. When one sees the hills, and thinks that it is up these that our men had to scramble with the Turks well entrenched and firing on them, it appears marvellous that they ever got there. I can tell you we were pleased that we could land in peace. One of the shells struck the boat we came from Lemnos in, but didn't do any damage. In the afternoon we had a surf, and the fact that Deadly Bill from Achi Bahi can land, and some times does land shells there, made it all the more enjoyable. Any how it was great. That night we shifted off from "Rest Gully," as it is called. We marched off as light as possible, and expected to be into the midst of it before morning. We got to a certain place, however, in some gully, and there we stretched out to sleep. Spent bullets were coming over all night, and one landed just about three feet in front of me, in a bush. A couple of our fellows got hit, one rather badly. It didn't disturb our sleep though.
It is marvellous how one becomes so used to things and takes no notice. We stopped there till mid-day, and then moved off again. After a pretty stiff march of a couple of hours, we came to Australia Gully. The only trouble in Australia Gully was that we were very short of water, and had to cut our supplies down very considerably. It was rather funny. We were pretty thirsty, but we're talking about the war. One man said that in a couple of months we would have to leave the Peninsula, as it rained so much that all the gullies were running full. At once a fellow said: 'My word, won't we have a drink then. Rather funny as at the time we were not thinking of water. 
We spent our first Sunday very quietly. Spent bullets were land-ing every little while, and there were plenty of escapes. One fellow got a bullet through his trousers, and another had one lob right along side his head. We have been here two days now and no one in our company has been hit yet. The first night I was on a bit of outpost duty but nothing happened. Yesterday and last night I was in the trenches. As long as one keeps his head down and his pecker up, things are al-right. At night you can watch over the parapet with hardly any danger, but not too long. 
The Turks here are very short of big guns, and we have had hardly any shells pelting round. The only trouble really is the machine guns. Shrapnel is not feared nearly so much as one would expect. It is marvellous how close a shell can burst, and not harm anyone. 
We have to cook our own meals, and make ourselves generally useful in that way. Our tucker is pretty good, and there is plenty of it. We have also plenty of water now. 
Harold Menzies is back in the trenches again. He came round to see us the day we landed, but I missed him. Charley saw him, and says he had some pretty close escapes. Charley and I are separated now. Being in different companies, we were sent to differ-ent places. When I saw him last he was O.K. 
Writing at sea on September 5, Pte. Griffith says :- Well, here I am, or as much as is left of me, on board a ship hopping away for England. It has happened — the first engagement, too, and that not a serious one. I got hit in the left hand with an explosive bullet from a machine gun, and it has left rather a bad gash, starting from about an inch back and between the last knuckle of the thumb and forefinger. It has opened up nearly the whole of the back of the hand to the wrist, where some of the fragments of the bullet appear to have gone, straight down on to the side of that little knob of bone on the wrist. Here it has cut the bone about a bit, which is the worst feature. The sinews of the first and second fingers are also knocked about a bit. One piece of the bullet seems to have come out about three inches down the arm underneath, but there must be others still in, I think. It is pretty sore, although a little easier now. Last Wednesday the Doctor in charge of us here took me up to the head Doctor of the boat to see whether the hand would have to come off. It was a pretty pass for me, and I had to sit outside the surgery for over an hour waiting. However, when we got in he had a look at it and said, "Certainly not! In two or three months it will heal up after the bone has been fixed, and in about a year you will have a very fair hand. The wrist will be stiff, but three fingers and the thumb will be alright, though one finger — the first — may be stiff too. It will have to be massaged a lot." What do you think of that? All this time since April 12th used up, just to shoot about 300 shots at the Turkish trenches — for that was all we could see — and this hand given in! 
To tell how the wound was received is the next item. Our battalion was split up as reinforcements for some of the other older battalions. Our company were sent to a place where there were some very good trenches, well advanced. We did a couple of days in the trenches on duty, and were to have a couple out. On Friday though, at 11 o'clock, just as we were beginning to pre-pare our dinner, we got orders to get ready immediately to go into the trenches. There was to be an advance on our right and left and we were to give supporting fire. At 4 o'clock a bombardment star-ted. Our guns from all over the place opened up, from sea and land. They went till 5, when we were ordered to go at it with our rifles, and the others to charge. The guns kicked up a row, I can tell you; they landed 500 shells, shrapnel and lyddite, and they did great damage. We started firing away — bob up, take a quick sight, fire, and down again. We were just firing at their trenches, and I never saw any Turks about at all. This kept up, going strong, and our rifles ran hot and were smoking. Several times, just as I was firing, a bullet struck the parapet in from of me, throwing dust etc. into my face, but that was alright. At 6.20, though, they got me. I just came up to shoot, when bang! right on the wrist, it seemed. It swung me round, and down I went. It was just as lucky I did both things, for it must have been a machine gun, as a second bullet grazed my neck and the third went through the hat just above the band. Talk about close shaves! Of course, I didn't know anything about the last two until later, when they were dressing me, they noticed the mark, and sure enough there were the bullet holes through the tunic and the hat. Every time I look at the little mark on the neck, the more I wonder how the bullet missed. The mark is almost in the middle of the throat, and low down. The only explanation of its missing was that the first shot swung me round, therefore I was at an angle. The one through the hat, too, was within an inch of the napper. 
When I stood on the bottom of the trench, one of the fellows grabbed the arm, stopping the blood a bit — it was streaming. The ambulance men ran along with a couple of bandages, and tied it up. I was pretty weak at the knees. Reg. Nunn was close handy, and he poured some water down my neck. From the trenches a fellow helped me down to the dressing station. After a while, those of us who could walk got going to wards the beach. I was a bit better, although still groggy. A man with part of his nose blown off helped me for a while, and after wards I was alright. Talk about a walk, though. Through saps and down gullies, it was a treat. When we got down to the beach, things were better. Every while we would get a bit of tea, bovril, and biscuit. My, it was great, especially having had no dinner or tea. Here a doctor examined our wounds, put on mine a dressing soaked in iodine, and a splint, and bound her up. Then he injected a goodly dose of anti-tetanus stuff, and I started away for the boat. After a little wait we were put on two small boats and set off to the hospital ship, the Maheno. It was great. They gave us tea, bovril, and beautiful bread and butter. I was put to bed, and slept fairly well. Nurses and orderlies very attentive; do anything possible. The meals were nice — porridge, sago, bread and butter, beef tea, tea, &c. On Sunday we got a shock — Maheno received word to put us into an other boat, and proceed back for another load of wounded. Accordingly, we were put off just before dinner into this boat, a captured German, and used as a troop-ship. Oh, what a change! It almost broke one's heart. From beautiful beds with sheets, everything clean, to this. Dirty! — no name for it. Our beds were the mess tables, on which one was given a dirty kapok mattress, a filthy blanket, and a pillow; and the meals beyond description. Breakfast: Bread and rancid butter; dinner : mutton, potatoes in jackets and sometimes hard, peas or beans, and soup (at times only the water the meat was boiled in); Tea: Bread and this butter again; every second day a scraping of jam; now and again some rice. Oh, it is terrible, when one does not feel like eating, to have to sit down and force this down. We cannot all expect hospital ships, I suppose. If we hadn't seen the "Maheno," mayhap, it would not have been so bad. However, don t let us complain. 
My hand gave me jip. The first night here I did not have a wink of sleep, the second hardly any better, the third none, and so on until Friday, when it was a bit better, or maybe I have grown used to the pain. When we reach England the hand will be X-rayed, and the bone put alright. My beard started to grow, and I had over a week's growth on. One morning, feeling a bit fit, I borrowed a razor and fixed it. There are a couple of rather good fellows below. One, with a wound in the leg, looks after me A1. He cuts up all my meat, and does little jobs like that. I have about the worst wound on that deck, and so am somewhat of a mascot. 
In a letter written on Sept. 20 from Gibraltar, Pte. Griffith said he had been there a fortnight. The wound was healing, but he was not allowed to get out of bed. He and his fellow patients were receiving every attention, and the people of Gibraltar were very good to them visiting and giving them luxuries. They were also receiving gifts from the Red Cross, but he had not received a letter or paper from home for six weeks. 
Writing on August 16, he said he had received a first-class certificate as the result of a school of Instruction Examination, but so as to get back to the front immediately he had had himself transferred to the 17th Battalion as a private.

Friday 24 April 2020

Letters from the hospital ship 'Maheno', No 4.

https://tiaki.natlib.govt.nz/#details=ecatalogue.122948
A small series, of unknown length, highlighting letters from the hospital ship, 'Maheno'.
Part of my ANZAC Commemoration in the year 2020.

Glossary
Mills Bombs are hand grenades.

Lang Lang Guardian (Vic. : 1914 - 1918), Saturday 2 February 1918, page 3

FROM THE FRONT.
The following interesting letter has been received from Private F. Bell, who was in hospital in England when writing: 
"I feel ashamed of myself for not writ ing before, but one had to beg for a sheet of paper and envelope, so I waited my chance and it came yesterday when the Australians came to Beaufort and provided us with nearly everything we needed; so if you happen to smell tobacco when reading this, it is from some of the gift cigarettes from Australia. I know you do not like the smell of tobacco, especially cigarettes, but I cannot buy a small pipe here and the tobacco is not good, so you see I have no option. When we are under heavy bombardment a smoke is the only thing that has been found to ease the nerves. There are plenty of chaps who never smoke unless a bombardment is on; it seems strange, but all the same it is a fact, and anyone from the front can tell you the same. Well, I have no doubt you have heard before this that I got hit in the battle of Pozieres. I will just try and give you an idea of what we did from the time we arrived there until I left. We arrived at Albert on the morning of 26th July, and the same evening we marched up to the reserve trenches. These were the trenches the Germans had been living in for the past 18 months. Some of them had dugouts down to a depth of 60 feet but the majority wore about 30 feet, and all had gas tight doors, electric lights, and a lot of them had the walls papered and even wardrobes in them. Women's clothing has also been found, so that shows they did not expect to be shifted from these underground mansions. In some cases there were as many as 10 to 50 of these rooms linked together by corridors. Well, we stopped in these dugouts until about 11 or 12 o'clock that night, and then made for the trenches on the outskirts of Pozieres. When we passed through it there was not a wall standing. I have never seen such a wrecked place in all my experience, and before we reached the trenches I did not wonder, for they put over such a barrage of fire that nearly blinded us. It was terrible, yet I believe we got in without a casualty, but before morning we had a few. I forgot to tell you I was carrying no less than 24 2lb Mill's bombs; so you can guess I was pretty tired when I reached the trenches. We had to stay there four days and nights and then be relieved. Before the fourth night we had lost about 100 men out of 300 odd. I was lucky enough to come out the first time, and we went back to the reserve trenches for four days, and during that time we had to do fatigue for the battalion that was in the front trenches. On the fourth day we received orders to go over the top and take the hill in front, also a line of trenches on the other side— that meant fatigue all that night and preparing assembly trenches about 150 yds from Fritz - not the sweetest job on earth for he took a tumble as to what was going on in front and he kept sending up flares and pumping in bullets with his machine guns—anyhow we finished it and got back to reserve just as day broke. We went to bed and slept till dinner time, and after dinner we were kept busy getting ready for the dirty work that had to be done that night. At half-past 4 o'clock on the afternoon of 4th August we started off for the trenches; each man had his pockets filled with bombs or flares or smoke bombs. The latter are a very deadly bomb. They are made of sulphur, and the fumes they give off would do for anyone in quick time. They are used for throwing into the big dugout into which 300 or 400 Fritzs may be hiding and they have to be pretty quick in deciding which they will do— suffocate, surrender, or fight for it (they never fight for it). We got a pretty rough passage trying to reach the trenches as a couple of German aeroplanes were hovering overhead and giving the signals that we were in the saps, the result was that we lost well on towards 100 men before reaching the trench. Just as we reached our assembly trench our artillery opened up with a terrific hail of fire—the most deadly bombardment I have witnessed. After it had played on their front line for about two minutes it lifted to their support trenches (this being our signal to advance) and we up over the parapet and made off towards Fritz. I was in the first wave, and our work was to get into his first line and clear it out, but as I got caught in the barb wire, I missed the first wave so I swept on with the second, passed the first line and on to the second line. All this time (which seemed like hours) we were under a hell of shrapnel and machine gun fire and the boys were falling in every direction. We reached the second trench and consolidated. Soon after we got there I saw a Fritz nicking away, so I after him and stuck him in the back, so that made up for the hit I received as soon as I got back to the trench, It was a shrapnel pellet that caught me; it caught two others as well. We were enfiladed to such an extent that it came right along the trench. My wound was not at all serious, just through the fleshy part of the arm midway between elbow and shoulder—it bled a bit; that was nothing. I stopped there 9 hours, and during that time Fritz made two counter attacks, but none of them ever reached our trenches, and very few of them ever reached theirs again. I left the trench about six the next morning and made for the dressing station about a mile back, and I saw some awful sights during that walk. Well, I went from station to station until I reached Blighty Junction and there entrained for Rouen, a distance of about 150 or 200 miles. I did not see much as I slept most of the time, being so tired out. We reached Rouen at 8 o'clock and I was taken to No. 3 General Hospital and stayed there a couple of days, and then entrained for Le Hore, a journey of about four hours. We were put on board the Maheno - a New Zealand hospital ship—but did not move off that day as we were waiting for another batch of wounded to come next morning. The treatment we received on board was excellent. We set off about midday and had a good trip across, although it was through a dense fog all the way. We reached Southampton about 7 p.m., but lay just outside the docks ready to go in at 8 o'clock next morning. There was a train waiting for us, and by 11 o'clock we were well on our way to Bristol. It was most delightful travelling. I think I told you about the lovely scenery in France, but the trip from Southhampton to Bristol excelled even that through the valley of the Rhone. I think Somerset must be England's Garden of Eden. Now we are here in hospital it is a bit quieter, though there are frequent outings to people's homes. Wills, the tobacco merchants, have their main places here, and I think they are the greatest charitable institution of the day. They supply all the hospitals with cigarettes and tobacco free, besides giving outings to about 200 wounded each week."

Letters from the hospital ship 'Maheno', No 3.

Detail from a concert program seeking to raise funds for the conversion of the Maheno to a hospital ship.


A small series, of unknown length, highlighting letters from the hospital ship, 'Maheno'.
Part of my ANZAC Commemoration in the year 2020.

In my previous two letters from the Maheno posts, I have managed to find a record in Australian War Memorial database that tell a little of the letters author.  It is often just a scrap of information.  I have not been able to locate anything on that database for Private H. B. James.

His name is listed in the NSW War Memorial at Muswellbrook, though

Though interestingly he did correspond with home and some at least of his letters made their way to the newspaper. I can locate four letters from him in the Muswellbrook Chronicle, of which this letter is the first.

If you are interested the other letters and notes appearing in the Muswellbrook Chronicle are listed below.

15 May 1915 - Pte. James takes up a collection for the Belgian Fund.
19 May 1915 - Pte. James presented with an automatic pistol, ammunition and field glasses.
7 Aug 1915 - Listed as being at the front or on the way.
6 Oct 1915 - Listed as being ill and in hospital in Malta.
10 Nov 1915 - Letter from Pte. James (see below).
27 Nov 1915 - Letter about recovering in a hospital in Cardiff, Wales.
8 Dec 1915 - Letter about recovering in hospital at Preteign, some anecdotes of Gallipoli.
19 Jul 1916 - Report on the fighting in France.



The following letter from the Muswellbrook Chronicle (NSW : 1898 - 1955), Wednesday 10 November 1915, page 2

Private H. James, writing to his parents from Floriana Hospital, Malta, under date 14/9/15, says :— 
On our arrival on the Peninsular after disembarking during night, with spent bullets whizzing and plunking into the water all around and the sounds of the bombing and rifles cracking coming from the hills, where they were at it hot and strong, we marched to a small ravine, where we rested for a day. We then had to take up our position in the trenches, and while we were getting there the enemy observing us opened fire with his shrapnel. But the beggars can't shoot, and although some of it burst uncomfortably near we got to our position, which we were ordered to hold on to to the last man. Things are generally fairly quiet during daytime, but the Turks keep up a terrible fire at night, just to keep back any possibility of a night attack. They must waste an enormous amount of ammunition. We held our trench for a week and were relieved; but we had to go over a clear space of about 50 yards. A number of us got half way across when we were spotted and they opened rifle fire on us; we were ordered to lay flat, and we stayed there with our noses buried in the ground. I think it was the most uncomfortable five minutes I ever experienced. We could do nothing, and all the while the bullets were chipping the twigs and throwing the dust up all around. At last we were ordered to regain our cover. You should have seen Phil Garlick sprint. I am pleased to say that we all regained cover without hurt, which was nothing short of miraculous. We got out shortly afterwards alright. We were taken down near the water and camped in a donga for a rest — not by any means a safe place, us a good many of our fellows were potted by the Turkish snipers as they walked about. We were brought here ostensibly for a rest ; but during the day we were on fatigue duty carrying food, etc., up to the firing line, and at night we went out digging new saps up to the latest trenches taken. We generally finished digging at 12 o'clock, when we wended our way home through a maze of saps to our dug outs in the donga (a dry water course) to enjoy a few hours sleep. The flies there are some-thing terrible, and it's a race sometimes be-tween them and you as to who shall have the food. All day long shells screech over head from our batteries and the warships out at sea, and my word they do send it into the Turks, I have seen about 15 or 20 Turks flying in the air as the result of a single shell. The warship gunners don't make many mistakes. After about three weeks of this exciting life I was un-fortunately taken ill with dysentry and I was pretty bad. The regimental doctor ordered me into the field hospital, where I lay for three days. The hospital was just under a little hill, not a safe place, as I saw several chaps knocked with shrapnel on the flat in front and a couple of chaps knocked over by snipers. It is only fair to say of the Turks that they are fighting fair. They accidentally dropped a shrapnel shell near the hospital and they apologised and have not dropped any on it since. It is generally accepted that they are fighting fair, and that is more than can be said of the Germans. As my case did not improve I was sent on to the base. It took me all my time to crawl there. They served me and about 50 others with a cup of tea and we were all ordered aboard the New Zealand hospital ship Maheno. Whilst we were lying about, waiting to board the lighter to be towed out to the ship, one poor fellow lying on a stretcher received a stray bullet in the arm. Pretty hard luck was it not, We soon got aboard and the generous people soon made us comfortable within and without. They first brought round bread and butter and tea and it was beautiful. We had had nothing but biscuits for weeks past and as we were all pretty well starving we did whack in. It perhaps was not the correct diet for acute dysentry, but we could not resist it. We put to sea that night and after a couple of stops arrived here at Malta. Oh I cannot say too much of the Sisters on the Hospital Ship. They were nothing but kindness and consideration personified. After lying in the harbour a couple of days we were all admitted to the Floriana Hospital, where I am having a continuation of the same kind treatment and attention given me by the New Zealand Sisters. I am pleased to say that I am rapidly becoming convalescent and I would not be surprised, if when I am getting about, that I with the others will be sent to England to recuperate.

Letters from the hospital ship 'Maheno', No 2.

Hospital ship Maheno. Ref: 1/1-002212-G. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand. /records/23193984


A small series, of unknown length, highlighting letters from the hospital ship, 'Maheno'.
Part of my ANZAC Commemoration in the year 2020.

Name: John Francis McGrath
Enlisted: 27 Jan 1915
Unit: 17th Australian Infantry Battalion
Fate: Returned to Australia, 12th May 1918
Source: Australian War Memorial

Letter as it appears in the Nambucca and Bellinger News (NSW : 1911 - 1945), Friday 5 November 1915, page 5

A Wounded Australian. 
Mr. and Mrs. McGrath, Macksville, are in receipt of a letter from their son— Private John McGrath — whom it was reported was missing. He is again at the front. The following is an extract from his letter ...
"I suppose that you have heard long ago that I was wounded in action on August 27th. I was hit five times in about ten minutes. The first four did not hurt, but the fifth one did. They were all bomb wounds. I walked down to the beach, about two miles distant on my own. I reached there about 9.30 p.m. and by 11 o'clock I was on the hospital ship "Maheno." We went to Lemnos where we stayed two days, afterwards going to Malta. After three days stay we steamed for England. Arrived at Plymouth Sound we boarded the train for London. We travelled all night reaching our destination at 6 next morning and were sent in motor cars to the King George hospital, about 10 minutes drive from the station. At the hospital we were treated like lords. Although we had only been there three days the gentlemen sent round their motor cars and carriages for us, and took parties of us to their clubs, giving us as much light refreshment as we can consume. Sometimes we are taken to their own homes. I have seen many of the principal buildings in London. The hospital is near Trafalgar Square. All the visitors ask to see the Australians. They think we are great men and give us enough smokes to supply a town. Our hospital suit is a royal blue tweed suit, white shirt and red tie. We are not allowed out on our own. 
Ten days after receiving my wounds and while on the boat I was operated on. A piece of steel about an inch long was taken out of my neck. This wound was caused after a bayonet charge on August 27. We received 200 rounds of ammunition and then advanced against a Turkish position. Our instructions were to take three lines of trenches. We advanced through our trench, dug for the purpose, for about half a mile and then into the open. For half a mile we had to cross open ground. The order was given to "fix bayonets and charge." Our course was down a hill about 200 yards, and then up the hill into the Turks' trench. I formed part of the second party and we made for the second trench which we took. Others followed and we had almost, the third trench taken before I was wounded. The Australians succeeded in taking both that and two more trenches before next morning. I was in the trench three or four hours. I was not badly wounded and am nearly well again. 
I was lucky in being sent to London. It was well worth being wounded for a week or two. I will now be ready for another shot at the enemy.

Letters from the hospital ship 'Maheno', No 1.

A postcard of the 'Maheno' prior to service as a hospital ship,
from the Herbert Lomax postcard collection held at the State Library of Queensland.


A small series, of unknown length, highlighting letters from the hospital ship, 'Maheno'.
Part of my ANZAC Commemoration in the year 2020.

Name: Sergie Alexander (Nicholas) Rosenberg
Enlisted:19 Mar 1915
Unit: 19th Australian Infantry Battalion
Fate: Returned to Australia, 4 Nov 1915
Source: Australian War Memorial


Letter as it appears in Daily Advertiser (Wagga Wagga, NSW : 1911 - 1954), Saturday 4 December 1915, page 6

SOLDIERS' LETTERS.
"HIS LITTLE BIT."
A WAGGA BOY'S REGRETS. 
Private Sergius Rosenberg, son of Mrs. Jourdain, of Baylis-street, Wagga, who has been invalided home, and is returning by the hospital ship "Maheno," writing on October 2, says:— "I do not like leaving my company, as we have worked together through thick and thin and shared all the privations, but maybe in time I will rejoin them. Looking over yonder (to Gallipoli) from the hospital ship, it looks like a huge miners' camp. The rattle of the machine guns and the crackling of the artillery in the distance sounds like a fireworks display. I had six solid weeks on the Peninsula, and in that time our battalion lost 50 per cent. of its men, so it means double work for us all. " 'Tis only while the war lasts," the lads would say, and go on with their work cheerfully. We had a severe time, but I stuck to it as long as I could until the old trouble robbed me of the chance of doing my little bit. Constant fatigue and long hours soon located my weak spot, and although the doctor did his best for me, I was sent to the hospital ship, unfit to renew my task, lacking energy and feeling "beat." Private Rosenberg was previously operated on for appendicitis.

Friday 17 April 2020

A map of Brisbane 1881

One of the ‘benefits’ of being in lockdown has been taking the opportunity to sort some of my photos.  One of the photos was an image of a map portion of Brisbane produced for a supplement of the July Edition of the Illustrated Sydney News, taken in a boarding house in Spring Hill. Attached to the map was a comment scribbled on masking tape saying ‘taken from a balloon’.  My photo was merely a prompt to go and find the map in Trove. Two years later I followed the prompt. I found the relevant edition but ... the map was missing, i.e. the Trove edition did not include a copy of the supplement.  But as it turns out courtesy of the State Library of Queensland, the item does appear in Google Arts and Culture [here is the link].  It is amazing. I think it would make a great jigsaw.



For people who know Brisbane it is fascinating to zoom in and identify extant buildings, and in some cases sites which no longer exist. The layout of the streets is very similar to the layout used today.  Illustrated Sydney News produced a key map to the illustration in their July 1881 Edition, see below, and further below a similar view from the current (April 2020) version of Google Earth.





Here are some suggestions for what to look for on the 1881 illustration (consider this a cartographers version of ‘Where’s Wally?’). Use the link not the picture!


  • The Commissariat Stores
  • The dry dock, now the Maritime Museum
  • The site of the Old Gaol, now the Barracks Precinct
  • The following churches
    • St John's Anglican
    • St Stephen's Catholic
    • All Saints, Wickham Tce
    • Christ Church, Milton
  • The Botanic Gardens and its associated heritage buildings
    • The Legislative Building
    • Government House
  • Ipswich Road on Kangaroo Point
  • Roma Street Railway Station
  • See why Wharf Street is so named
  • Can you find a big top tent?
The wharves on Wharf St, detail from the map.



In the remainder of this post I include the transcript of the accompanying two articles from the Illustrated Sydney News and New South Wales Agriculturalist and Grazier (NSW : 1872 - 1881), Saturday 9 July 1881 edition and any relevant illustrations from the same edition. The author clearly had a positive spin on the city.

Bird's-eye View of Brisbane. (page 2) 

MR. ANTHONY TROLLOPE has described Brisbane as being a commodious town very prettily situated on the Brisbane River, with Courts of Justice, Houses of Parliament, a Governor's residence, Public Gardens, and all the requirements of a capital for a fine and independent colony. This, while accurate so far as it goes, hardly conveys an adequate idea of the true character of the busy and thriving capital of Queensland, which is far better known to Englishmen from the numerous letters received from those who have left their olden homes to seek their fortune in the bright, sunny lands of the Southern Hemisphere, than from the smartly written narratives of travellers, who, how-ever clever with the pen, have not given themselves sufficient time to become properly acquainted with the real characteristics and prospects of Colonial enterprise, as manifested by the almost marvellous rise and growth of Brisbane. The City is far larger and possesses considerably greater commercial and industrial importance than those who are not familiar with its leading features and the extent of its trade are aware. In many respects, the site is happily chosen, despite the obstacles which at present impede the navigation of the river by large vessels. We say "at present" because when the dredging operations now in progress are completed, vessels drawing 25 feet will be enabled to ascend the river to the city wharves. For some years the growth of Brisbane was comparatively slow, but with the erection of the Moreton Bay district into a separate and independent colony, under the name of Queensland, and the establishment of the seat of Government at Brisbane, a remarkable change took place. The circumstance of the colonists having become entrusted with the management of their own affairs, appears to have infused increased spirit and determination into everything they undertook, and with the increase of population and wealth, Brisbane speedily began to take rank as a leading Colonial City. 
During the last few years its progress has been most rapid, and in all directions the mass of dwellings is extending much in the same fashion as at Sydney, although the demand for building land has not reached anything like the proportions of that in the older capital. Brisbane is divided into four portions -- North Brisbane, South Brisbane, Kangaroo Point, and Fortitude Valley ; it also forms three electorates -- North Brisbane and South Brisbane, each returning two members ; and Fortitude Valley, one member. The present population of the city is estimated at over 34,000, and the number is rapidly increasing. The city occupies an area of 2,138 acres, the rateable value of the house property being estimated at more than one and a half millions sterling -- the actual value being considerably in excess of two millions. The city was incorporated September 7, 1859, so that its civic existence does not extend over a period of more than 22 years. As shewn in our view the streets are broad and well-laid out, afford not only every accommodation for passenger and vehicular traffic, but also furnishing abundance of light and air, thereby assisting largely in increasing the natural healthiness of the city. The six principal thoroughfares are Ann, Adelaide, Queen, Elizabeth, Charlotte, and Mary Streets. Of these Queen Street is to Brisbane what George Street is to Sydney or Bourke or Collins Streets to Melbourne. The principal intersecting thoroughfares are William, George, Albert, Edward, Creek, and Wharf Streets. The length of street in all is 58 miles, with over 4,000 dwellings. There are 32 churches and chapels, as follows : Episcopal, 7 ; Wesleyan, 3 ; Baptist, 4 ; Congregational, 3 ; other denominations, 15. The Cathedral Church is St. John's Church, in William Street, by the river side, not far from the Victoria Bridge. Adjoining the church is a lofty frame-work of wood, intended as a bell-tower, containing a peal of eight bells. The Presbyterian Church, in Creek Street, is a fine building, and having a spire 120 feet high, forms a conspicuous object almost in the centre of our view. The Town Hall is in Queen Street, and is largely used for public meetings and other purposes. In the same thoroughfare is the Post Office, which, together with the central Telegraph Office, forms a noble range of buildings. Among the other public edifices, most of which form prominent features in our view, may be mentioned Government House, situated in the Government Domain, adjoining the Botanical Gardens ; the Houses of Legislature, in George Street, near the entrance to the Government Domain ; the Government Printing Office, the New Museum, the Custom House, the Masonic Hall, Temperance Hall, and the School of Arts. 
There are numerous banksand wholesale business establishments, many occupying premises possessing considerable architectural pretension. Among the latter may be mentioned the establishments of Messrs. Hoffnung & Co., and Messrs. Elliott Brothers, which are alluded to elsewhere. The Victoria iron bridge, which, as will be seen on reference to our view, connects North and South Brisbane, is on the lattice-girder principle, with swing openings to admit the passage of ships. It was designed by Robinson and I'Anson, of Darlington ; the iron work was manufactured by Peto, Brassey, and Betts, of Birkenhead ; and it was erected under the engineership of the late Thomas Oldham and subsequently of J. R. Jones. It was commenced in 1863, and was opened with some ceremony by the Marquis of Normanby on June 15th, 1874. Its completion was delayed for some time through an alteration in the plans. Its entire length is 1,080 feet, length between abutments on shores 1,013 feet. It is divided into 13 spans, nine being of 82 feet, two of 52 feet 6 inches, and a double-armed swing span of 170 feet. The piers are a double column of cast iron cylinders, supporting lattice girders 9 feet in depth, which, to allow of expansion and contraction, rest on rollers 6 inches in diameter. The roadway between the girders is 30 feet clear, footways of 6 feet, protected by light lattice ironwork hand-railing, being carried on each side of the outside girders by cantalivers. The weight of iron used was -- cast iron, 1,190 tons ; wrought, 911 tons, making a total of 2,100 tons. The bridge has a gradient of 1 in 90, and the swing when open affords two passages of 60½ feet clear width. 
Brisbane abounds with educational, charitable, and other institutions, and the means of physical recreation are afforded by handsome promenades along the upper banks of the river, the Botanic Gardens, the Queen's Park, &c. The elevated position of the city, from 50 to 100 feet above the sea-level, conduces largely to its general healthiness, which will become increased when the new thorough system of drainage becomes completed. There is an abundant supply of good water, from a large artificial lake in the ranges near the Heads of the Enoggera Creek, seven miles distance from the city, whence it is conveyed by a double service of pipes into smaller pipes that reticulate all parts of the city. The area of the watershed is about 7,000 acres, and the storage capacity of water, one thousand million gallons. Brisbane forms the terminus of the Southern and Western Railway ; the station, which is shown in our view, is one of the most tastefully designed and commodious in Australia, but, like that in Sydney, possesses the defect of being situated at a distance from the business centre of the city. Brisbane is well supplied with public conveyances, by means of which almost every part of the city and suburbs are cheaply and easily accessible. South Brisbane, which is to North Brisbane something like what the North Shore is to Sydney, is rapidly becoming a mass of spacious streets and buildings, the chief means of inter-communication between the two portions of the city being the Victoria Bridge. The extension of Brisbane backward from the river has been much hindered by the hilly nature of the ground, which has caused the formation of new roads and streets to be attended by considerable expense and labour. One marked characteristic of the population is its generally healthy appearance, and the absence of aged features. In fact, the people of the city represent more largely than those in the older capitals the large and never-ceasing infusion of fresh blood from England -- a circumstance which explains the English tone of feeling which everywhere is found manifesting itself. It is generally assumed that a warm climate produces an enervating effect upon the inhabitants ; but there is nothing of this observable in Brisbane, for the activity and unwearied enterprise of the citizens is apparent to the most superficial, and the business-like manner in which city improvements are effected might be studied with advantage by the members of the City municipality. Brisbane and its people are worthy of each other : a fine, rising city, inhabited by a young, busy, thriving, and successful population.


Brisbane Business Establishments (page 3) 


MESSRS. S. HOFFNUNG & Co., CHARLOTTE ST.
The fine building lately erected in Charlotte Street, Brisbane, by the enterprising firm of Messrs. S. Hoffnung and Co., consists of five storeys, each storey being lofty and well lighted. The approach to each floor being by bold and spacious stairs of cedar. The design and treatment forms a feature of attraction. The ground floor has a spacious entrance from the street at each end of the building ; the extensive warehouses in the rear being reached, by means of covered passages, from the ground and first floors of the new edifice, the whole forming a large and commodious block of buildings adapted in every respect for the extensive business requirements of the firm. The facade of the new building forms the principal architectural feature of Charlotte Street, and the structure may fairly be regarded as the most hand-some of its kind devoted to commercial purposes in Brisbane, the design being a free treatment of Italian, beautifully proportioned, and effectively broken up into bays by rich foliated piers. The floors are marked by well designed strings with enriched blockings broken around piers, producing a fine effect of light and shade; the entrances being bold and striking. The whole of the details are beautifully balanced, and the entire exterior forms a piece of architecture worthy of admiration, reflecting great credit to the architect, Mr. Thomas Rowe, of Sydney. The building has been faithfully erected by Mr. Doorey, contractor, under the superintendence of Mr. John Hall, architect, both of Brisbane.

MESSRS. ELLIOTT BROTHERS, EAGLE STREET.
The history of the business of Messrs. Elliott Brothers, the well known importers and dealers in drugs, chemicals, and sundries, of Sydney and Brisbane, is eminently characteristic of Colonial commercial enterprise. The business was first established in Sydney by Messrs. Youngman and Co. in 1844. Ten years later that firm started a similar business in Melbourne, the growth of which proved so rapid that, five years later, in 1859, they disposed of the Sydney concern to Messrs. Elliott Brothers, by whom it has since been conducted with great success. The rising importance of Queensland induced Messrs. Elliott Brothers to form a branch house at Brisbane, where there appeared to exist a reasonable chance of laying the foundations of a good business. Their expectations have been fully realized, and at the premises in Eagle Street, of which we furnish an illustration, the amount of trade done during the last five years shows that Messrs. Elliott Brothers acted wisely in selecting that city as the scene of their additional business operations, forming, as it does, a point from whence continual communication is maintained with the North and North-Eastern districts of Australia.

OFFICES OF THE AUSTRALIAN MUTUAL PROVIDENT SOCIETY, QUEEN STREET.
Our illustration gives a fine view of the Queensland branch office of this society. This edifice, which was erected in 1879 to meet the requirements of the Society's rapidly increasing Queensland business, is an imposing structure, the whole of the front being constructed of the finest ashlar stone, specially imported from the Pyrmont quarries. The entrance is in Union Street, and the ground floor is utilized for the business of the Society, while the basement and first floors are available for letting. The building is, perhaps, the most imposing in the first business street of the city of Brisbane, and reflects great credit on the architect and contractor, Messrs. Cowlishaw and Holmes. The progress of the Mutual Provident Society has been unparalleled in its rapidity. Though only 32 years of age, and confining its efforts for business exclusively to the Australian colonies, it has for several years been transacting an amount of new business largely in excess of that of any other office in the British Empire. On the 31st December last the society had in force 43,206 policies, assuring upwards of £16,000,000 sterling, with an annual income from all sources of £760,000. The accumulated funds have reached the imposing amount of £3,379,510, and the office has already divided nearly £1,000,000 sterling in cash bonuses with policyholders.



A few simple lines (the small blue edition) - Poems of Zachariah Sutcliffe

The ‘small blue’ edition of “A few simple lines” was printed by Kidgell and Hartley Printers, South Melbourne, in 1883. The book consists of...