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CUBBIE STATION

I have heard it said that the coming of cotton down on Cubbie Station has been the making of Dirranbandi.

Hang on a minute, the Cubbie Station  I knew and grew up with

Was a thriving pastoral company out station. The Headquarters at Noondoo Station at Dirranbandi was where the General Manager ruled over the far flung stations under the A.P.Company. They leased land for 100 years. On Noondoo , Cubbie and Bumblebend there would be employed Managers, Overseers, Cooks , Housemaids, Cowboys (cowmilker/gardener) and Bookkeeper. Besides in seperate living quarters were the Stockmen. It was like home to those who lived there. They always said “I’ll go down to Cubbie”

As well there were  the Boundary riders huts, where the family’s grew up and were assured of a job on one of the APCoy stations.

The Stockmen were under Cubbie Station Managership, and looked after the sheep and cattle. There were also Jackaroos, men who stayed till they had the qualifications to run their own properties.

Pommy Class distinction was there  they ate with the boss in the dining room. Their washing was done, and they had MR added to their name when spoken to.

They didn’t receive much pay, but they were benefiting from experience. The Station hands ate in the kitchen with the Cowboy and the Aboriginals ate on the woodheap.  Dirranbandi right from the Great Depression times was known as a workers town    People came and went but one always knew the old Dirranites would still be there.  You would still find the family name there in the present day. But sadly one needs to visit the cementry to be with old friends. Those were the days when one didn’t have to work on Saturday morning. The Stockmen would ride their own horses into town the 30 miles from Cubbie. They would mingle with their mates in the streets or the pub. Then at night off to the picture show. Their spurs jingleing as they went to their seats,  hats still on. A Bushman always wears a hat and riding boots.

Cubbie Station had cattle and sheep, also Lignum bushes where the wild pigs made their nest. A bit of sport pig shooting there. Like all the APCoy Propertys they were usually supplied by company Horses broken in up in the Northern Territory   APCoy Propertys. Company Drovers would bring the horses down from the Territory with the cattle coming to Cubbie to fatten up before being steam train trucked to Brisbane Abbatoirs from the railway trucking yards (now gone?) 

Sometimes the cattle would be sold at the Dirranbandi Sale Yards

(its gone too??)     near “Dancys Paddock” the Cementry .

So Dirranbandi got gutted when the cotton came, the train comes once a week now? We had about 4 banks, all gone. Go to StGeorge to get a feed not much tucker in Dirran town yes indeed.

  Back in those days in the 50s plus the Rattler was something that one remembers, you could sleep to a mile or so out of Dirranbandi, then Paddy Stack  would blow the train whistle, this would give the passengers time to get ready to let that great feeling come, when one stepped down from the train, back home in old Dirranbandi town again.

Gone now are the Railway yards, gone the Sale yards, gone are all the Drovers. Jack Hoath, Don Johnson, Billy Lindsay, Bobby Lindsay,

Cattle Pup Mc Ewan, Jack Goodwin, Charlie Brummell, Cecil Bunyan and the other townies who worked for them  Including the Dancy boys , the Chapmans and Nobles too, to mention just a few.

    No family milking cows left on the town common or childrens ponys. Just for sake of the cotton, gone old “Cubbie Station” home to many . All these people who were employed on the APCoy propertys,

and the Drovers, Fencers, Stockmen , a large number of people who worked in Dirranbandi all lost their jobs.

Right from a child I remember having to shovel in the river bed sand just to get water for the house to be carted in a billy goat cart with 2 4 gallon kerosene tins of water, just to survive.

I fail to see where Cubbie cotton made Dirranbandi?

Charlie Brummell my dad carted water from the railway train water supply around town to supply thirsty people from a tank on a spring cart hauled by an old grey horse, all through the war years, while his 3 sons Walter Keith and Charlie fought the Japanese in New Guinea.

We Dirranites always knew how precious water was and still is, never an over supply. Any house with a rainwater tank full was blessed indeed. For the rain don’t come cos the trees are gone from Brisbane to Barcoo. If we continue to use all the water from the Lagoons, Dams and rivers. I can only say we will have to bath once a year.

So spare a thought when you hear how Cotton Irrigation is the best, but let your brain wonder where all the water will come from to fill the seven mile dam on Cubbie. It never rains that often, and I’ve seen more droughts than floods in my 85 years.

You have to realize the Ballonne river that feeds Dirran and Cubbie comes down from St George 50 miles upriver where there is a bridge dam for the St George irrigation and the Beadmore dam to fill too.

A fresh will be released in flood time to come down the river to Dirranbandi or Cubbie (Culgoa) depending on needs?

Then the Culgoa branches off the Ballonne below St George who gets the most released water diverted at the junction of 2 rivers

 I like cotton clothing,

But must it spoil my happy memories of Dirranbandi and Cubbie station

Gone from Cubbie is the great lagoon where the soldier white gums

shaded the station hand from the midday sun on dinner camp when he boiled his Quartpot and watered his horse and cattle or sheep,

and probably had a half hour sleep after his dinner meat sandwiches with tomato sauce. Gone are the little creatures who got a drink at the old lagoon, the lizards and snakes the porkipines. Gone are the trees where the birds sheltered in the heat of the day.

One old farmer got a crop every 3 years if he was lucky so he said about his wheat or oat crop. The sheep mostly got to eat the stubble.

Don’t go dry land farming on the StGeorge - Bollon road near Kullinjah!

OCCASIONAL 7 YEAR DROUGHTS?

….Nell Johnson of Dirranbandi10-sep-09

Recorded on Cubbie rainfall of the 1800s from the Dirranbandi Book

1864..!6 days of heavy rain in feb 1864 made the roads impassable up till December

1866….drought  bad between Condamine, Surat  and Roma  Cobb coach services cancelled no grass

1867  Janurary rain a plenty just in time

1868 drought

1869 feb. break of drought green back to dalby

1870 floods again……………start.6 year drought???

1877  floods again

1886………….. famine at StGeorge then  flood

1890 flood

1899 heavy snow Cunnamulla

1908 first flood Ballonne running since 1901 (end 7 year drought)

1910 flood

1911 flood

1912 drought

Yearly rain  Dirranabndi

1889…………..23 inches…….

1890……………35 inches

1891……………27 inches

1892……………18 inch

1893……………25 inches

1894……………28inches

1895……………17 inch

1896…………….19 inch

1897……………..19 inch

1898……………..11 inch…drought  drought 1898 to 1903?

1899………………15 inch…drought

1900………………10 inch…drought

1901………………14 inch…drought

1902……………….4 inch….bad drought

1903……………….21 inches

1904……………….19 inch

1905………………..19 inch

1906…………………21 inches

1907…………………17 inch…drought

1908…………………18 inch…drought

1909………………….19 inch

1910…………………..21 inches

1911…………………..21 inches

1912……………………14 inch…drought

 A hundred years ago the Aboriginals who lived in the Mungindi, Dirranabndi , Hebel and StGeorge area were good horsemen and trackers of man or beast. A stockman back then had to read tracks to find a lost animal in the thick scrub.

On Cubbie station worked Cubbie Jack a very tall dark man who never wore boots, he would wire spurs to his feet if riding a horse that needed a prod to keep it going.

He used to say “I’m Cubbie Jack king of the blacks and a bloody lot of white fellows too!” And he was right. you didn’t mess with Jack.

I was 5 and with my Drover dad riding across Cubbie Station when we came to an area of lots of Gum trees where the old tribal Aboriginies had used their left hand to chop possums and birds out of trees. Don said they were all left handed this tribe, and some of the Goodooga people came from the Cubbie tribe. According to Aubrey McGovern who was born on Brenda Station south of Cubbie there had been a tribe of Bronze skinned Aboriginals who were hairless in the Brenda area before 1900

Cubbie and a dozen other stations were originally leased for 100 years by the Scottish A.P.Coy. Now Cubbie is one large dam, where Cubbie Jack used to roam, for the cotton growing when they have the water. Then there was Nelson who fought my Great Grandfather Joe White in his tribal way over Joe watering his Yarraman  Horse at Nelson’s water hole.

They both used spears and boomerangs pelted at one another. Joe and Nelson both managed to deflect each incoming spear with a Woomera, then a bird killer Boomerang took Joe’s hat off so he conceded defeat and left.J

They later became great friends .

Nelson had a mate Gilbert , these old tribal Aboriginies  would take my dad Don Johnson as a little boy with them. They would hang a dead  possum over the water and return in a week when the occasional maggot was falling to cast a fish spear where the fish would be waiting, old Yellow Belly  on the coals mate.

Don learned how to track porcupine as the rear claws disturb the soil differently you know which way he is going.

Of course the Emu would lay eggs when the Gidgee tree was in flower the old men said, so you looked for the nest. The Koamu tribe inhabited an area of 15,600 square kilometres  south of StGeorge and the Ballonne river down to Dirranbandi and  Angledool in NSW, also Hebel,  Brenda station and west to Bollon and Neebine ck.

In Dirranabandi amongst the drovers was Booligar Jack, Albert the Manager, 6 foot tall a great tracker, Brolga Bob was a fast lamb marker .

 There were burial grounds in the Twidale dairy paddock at Dirranbandi.in the late 50s The old hollow trees would fall down and people would cut em up for the wood stove. Don saw a large number of bones in one tree hollow after it had fallen, they had been bound together with vines or Kangaroo tail sinews. He dug a deep hole to put them in the ground there. These bones were very old . The Chinese also had a burial site near there and bits of coloured glass were on their sites there.

Dougal Cameron who lived near Bollon  (camlet?) used to bring in cattle from the gulf and the Northern territory a hundred years ago. He sometimes found lost children  around 1 to 2 years old on waterholes when watering his cattle. He would carry them in a saddle bag on a horse, these orphans of the desert and feed em on damper, corn meat , sugar and tea.

One child became Rodger Beadmore of StGeorge and worked for Eddie Beadmore for many years, he grew up with the children on the property. Another girl Maud Billy worked for the Winters all her life on Woolerina near Dirranbandi.

My Mother Nell Johnson had been manpowered to work as cook at the Dirranbandi hospital during the war in 1940 and saw this lovely old lady laying in a hospital bed.

Nell remembers this old lady, one morning Nell went into the ward to see who needed breakfast, there laying up in the white sheets was Maud Billy . Nell knew her before and had seen her working on the property. Nell asked are you ok . With a huge smile Maud said” I’m in heaven Missy “ Nell thought she might be delirious and really thought she was in heaven?  Maud said I have a lovely bed , the nurses washed her face , they even combed her hair . Maud was not used to this treatment , she had a life of rising at 4am work all day and to bed at 10pm, she had a full day of washing and cooking for the family and the men on the station, also the children to see too . So amazingly  no wonder at the end of her days here was heaven in the clean sheets of a hospital bed.

Another well known Aboriginal man was Shilling Jackson of Goodooga  where Harry West ‘s family lived , I heard him on the radio he and another man Quartpot? Were doing rain dances to bring rain in the 1960s and the rain came too. He had a son called Sixpence who was a rodeo rider at the time

From my mums recollection of the times…Don Johnson     

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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