When I walk I do not know what ancient sacred place my foot may desecrate or if my tread shall fall where some cult-hero bled, or shed blood, or gave fire to man in the far dreamtime. (from the poem Intruder by Ian Mudie)Continue reading “The Eugowra Gold Escort Robbery”
At Stringybark Creek
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© Jim Low
On my last trip to Victoria in July this year, I deliberately planned to spend the night in Benalla so I would have time to visit Stringybark Creek. This was the place where, on 26 October 1878, the Kelly gang, comprising Ned and Dan Kelly, Steve Hart and Joe Byrne, confronted a party of policemen who were out searching for them.
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