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.
BYRNE STABLES, RIGHT ONE LOOKING UP TO THE CAVE IN THE BACKGROUND.
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.
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
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.
THE SLEEPING AREA
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
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.
FROM THE CAVES LOOKING ONTO THE BYRNE HOMESTEAD
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.
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.
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.
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.
Thanks to Bruce Johnson,
my adventure companion, for some of these fine photographs you see