Ion Idriess
Ion (Jack) Idriess (1889-1979) was one of Australia’s best-loved writers, with 56 books to his credit, and many millions of copies sold.
I spotted him as the number one authority of aboriginals of the top end, when he appeared before a commission in 1937.
I’m now reading his “Over the Range”, which reads like a novel but is actually non-fiction, about the aborigines in the wildest parts of the Kimberlies. It’s based on his personal experiences in the territory in 1933 as an official inspector, and was published in 1942.
It’s a must read for anyone with an interest in Australian Aborigines. Other great books by Ion Idriess include “Man Tracks”, the non-fiction story of the black trackers who worked for the mounted police in northern WA, and “Nemarluk”, a fictional story about an aboriginal freedom fighter. For copies of these, other books written by Idriess, and books written by Don Bradman, email the Australian publisher directly at ettimprint@hotmail.com.
I like to summarise books I start a thread about, but that’s practically impossible with “Over the Range”, so I’ll have to settle for just a few quotes.
- From the preface:
“staggered me. In that short time a surprising number of the aboriginals I met there four years ago have died. And this in an area of country where the white settlers can be counted on the fingers of both hands; while to the north of that area there are no whites at all. And despite the fact that those whites are doing all in their power to save the remnants.”
- The book contains some humour:
“An irrascible cockatoo … His crest rose and he abused them with the aboriginal swear words (the house lubras) had taught him. … What he screeched almost reduced the house lubras to hysteria.”
- Some philosophical observations on the Aborigines and white settlers:
“The Australian aboriginal … will betray his fellow with an easy conscience if his own particular tribal or group law will allow him, and if he believes that swift vengeance will not overtake him” – in other words, Australian aboriginals are honest, or poor liers, when talking about the crimes of others. This makes policing possible.
The police do not intervene in tribal matters, they only intervene when the aborigines themselves ask for help from the whites.
“What Peter was saying of their more guarded rites here describes those practiced on Cape York Peninsula three thousand miles east, before the two great influenza plagues practically wiped out the north-eastern tribes. From the Peninsula, straight across west Queensland to the Territory and into the farthest Kimberleys the life, customs, and beliefs of these csatterred but self-contained tribes were identical, and had been so for thousands of years. Yet each tribe regarded the other as a foreigner; few even spoke the same language, though they are physically and mentally the same.”
- Some cameo biographies:
Big Paddy is an aboriginal in charge of a cattle station. “A few years previously, Big Paddy’s delight was his merry little son Kitchener … ride at a gallop, scorning constant warnings … The horse had propped at a hole and the lad must have shot over its head on to the rocks. The camp was horrified, Jinny the mother went crazy. Bug Paddy nursed his grief in a quiet mad fury. Then he urged the Old Men to ‘sing out’ those responsible for the death of his son. Straight to the primitive. Two wild bush natives, Danmarra and Bullidon were hunting up in a mountain creek. The Old Men declared that these strangers had ‘willed’ the lad to death. Big Paddy took the overseer’s rifle and shot both those innocent men.” For this he did a few years in jail, escaped, came back, found his wife gone. “What Big Paddy did to the man who stole his wife is unknown. He had learned from experience: he left no tracks, no trace; neither did he boast. And now Big Paddy scowled as he worked.”
“Possum … is a woman-stealer … Possum swoops down and takes one away to the ranges and months of quick moving, hunting and fighting. His conquest is his carrier, his beast of burden. He carries only his fighting gear, she follows carrying everything, stumbling after him over the ranges by night after some particularly daring escapade. When he has worn her out he calmly abandons her and swoops down on another”.
- Some aboriginal technologies are described in detail:
How to make four spear points from a beer bottle, using sharpened fencing wire, a stone, and paperbark. How to weave rope from kangaroo hair.
Idriess proved for the first time that aboriginal message-sticks are used to send definite messages. “These sticks carry a distinct message as to the arrival of someone of importance, or to initiation ceremonies, or from one man to another suggesting trade in such articles as ochres, piuturi or weapons. (The markings are) hills, lagoons, river, moon … The messenger must memorise the message. The stick is his bona fides, his passport. When delivering the message he confirms it by pointing to each marking, giving its explicit memorised meaning. The messge is meaningless to all but the man who marks it, the messenger, and the recipient.” It is therefore an unbreakable code.
- Other aboriginal technologies are described in less detail, but are not less surprising:
These include smoke signals (the fastest method of communication), making a tomahawk from an old shovel, making many objects from a horse shoe such as a pair of spear points or a plough.
I started reading this to look for any suggestion of stolen children, finding none. The closest was when a man was arrested and one of his wives travelled with him, leaving the other wives behind to look after the children.