As we scrambled up the small ravines, cracks & long drops, we finally entered the sleeping chambers for the police during the cold days and frosty nights, they spied on the Byrne Homestead. The underground chamber was, very cool, the flies were nil, and as Bruce explained it was " a home away from home "

On Saturday August 30th, Bruce Johnson and myself, organized a fine trip into the heart of Byrne Country, the police caves, used by Superintendent Hare and party, to spy on the Byrne Homestead, during late 1879 to mid 1880.

THE BYRNE STABLES, RIGHT ONE LOOKING UP TO THE CAVE IN THE BACKGROUND.

Bruce picked me up from my home in Glenrowan at 8: 30 sharp, and we headed for Beechworth, sure, we got a little lost, turned a few wrong roads, but, after a little good thinking by Bruce, we were back on the right track. We entered Beechworth, and headed for Aaron's grave, we found him successfully.

We pushed off, and began the journey towards the caves. After walking past the Byrne Homestead, and across a huge property, we reached the foot of the hill, leading up to the caves. Our walk began, we talked of how good it was going to be when we hit the cave, a few brief stops to catch our breaths and off we went.

Eventually, we arrived at the cave, and what a spectacular view it was, it took us some time to release how to actually enter the cave, after an hour or so, we discovered the way in. Once inside, it was so tight you couldn't move your arms to either side, me being costerphobic, exited a few times, before gaining Bruce's reassurance, we finally climbed over the gigantic boulders.

 

 

 

 

 

 

INSIDE THE SLEEPING AREA

As we scrambled up the small ravines, cracks & long drops, we finally entered the sleeping chambers for the police during the cold days and frosty nights, they spied on the Byrne Homestead. The underground chamber was, very cool, the flies were nil, and as Bruce explained it was " a home away from home "

We took several photographs, filmed and crept around the small cave. I couldn't believe the history I could feel inside this small caves, there was ' The sleeping rock ' which was a rock, emerging from the dusty floor, in the clear formation of a pillow, undoubtedly where Superintendent Hare would have slept.

 

 

 

 

 

VIEW FROM THE CAVES LOOKING ONTO THE BYRNE HOMESTEAD

As the hours ticked away, we decided we should be pushing off, back towards where we left Bruce's car. It seemed walking down was even harder than the original walk up, I thought my knee's were going to drop off! Eventually hitting the bottom was a relief, and walked our way across the huge paddock, and stopped for a brief look at ' Joe's outlaw ' days home.

 

Also, on the return towards the car, we stopped at a dam after following the old mining race, and that in fact, was the dam, where a incident between Aaron, Joe and a miner. When Aaron through a rock at Chinese miner Ah-On, fracturing his jaw, in turn which made Joe and Aaron's first court appearance.

We drove out, a quick stop at Anton Wick's house site, and we were on our way back to Beechworth for a quick munchie stop once again.

On my return from the Woolshed, to my home at Glenrowan, I had a strange sad sense in me, and I felt the love for Joe stronger than ever.

 

MIKE LAWSON.

Also Thanks to Bruce Johnson, my adventure companion, for some of these fine photographs you see above.


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