Sophia Elizabeth Lauritz
1886-1977
Born: Carlton, Victoria, Australia
Died: Caulfield, Victoria,Australia
1886-1977
Born: Carlton, Victoria, Australia
Died: Caulfield, Victoria,Australia
<p> </p><p> <font size="2">Examiner ,Launceston</font></p><p><strong>Thursday 9 July 1914</strong> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span>SHIPPING.</span><span> ARRIVALS AND DEPARTURES.</span><span> LONDON, July 8.</span><span> The following notifications have been</span><span> posted at Lloyds:-</span><span> Arrivals-at London-Waimate, s.,</span><span> from New Zealand ports. Nerebana, s.,</span><span> from New Zealand ports. At Queens</span><span> town-Sterna , bq., from Fremantle.</span><span> Passed Beachy Head--Northwaite and</span><span> Port Jackson. Passed The Lizard-In</span><span>vernesshire, Farwohl, and Marechal de</span><span> Castries.</span><span> Departures-For Sydney-Newman-</span><span> ster, a., from Hamburg. <span>Roon</span>, s., from.</span><span> Bremen. ,Altora, s., from Hamburg.</span> </p><p> </p><p> </p><font size="2">The Sydney Morning Herald ,NSW</font><p><strong>Wednesday 22 July 1914</strong> </p><p><span> MOVEMENT OF OVERSEAS VESSELS.</span></p> <span> <span>Roon</span>, s (Norddeuscher - Lloyd line), en route from</span><span> Bremen to Australian ports, left Suez on Monday</span><span> morning. She is due to arrive at Sydney on August 21.</span><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><font size="2">The West Australian ,Perth</font></p><p><strong>Tuesday 11 August 1914</strong> </p><p> <span>NO SIGNS OF THE <span>ROON</span>.</span><span> Up to a late hour last night no word</span><span> had been received of the German mail</span><span> steamer <span>Roon</span>, which was due from Colom</span><span> bo during the forenoon yesterday. Doubt</span><span> less she his received word from some</span><span> other German ship since she left Colombo,</span><span> and has made for a neutral port. The</span><span> French, mail steamer Australien arrived</span><span> shortly before midday yesterday and made</span><span> fast to the river buoy. On arrival her</span><span> wireless apparatus was disconnected and a</span><span> military guard was placed on board. Dur</span><span> ing the day a number of French blue</span><span> jackets who are proceeding home after</span><span> doing service on the Pacific station landed</span><span> from the Australien, and paraded the</span><span> streets with miniature ensigns pinned to</span><span> their jackets. It is understood that word</span><span> has been received to keep the vessel at</span><span> Fremantle for a few days.</span></p><p> </p><p><strong> </strong></p><p> </p><p><font size="2">The Sydney Morning Herald ,NSW</font></p><p><strong>Wednesday 12 August 1914</strong> </p><p> </p><p><span> <span>ROON</span> AT JAVA.</span></p> <p><span> MELBOURNE, Tuesday</span></p> <p><span> News was received in Melbourne to-day</span><span> that the Norddeutscher Lloyd steamer <span>Roon</span></span><span> (8174 tons), which, according to schedule,</span><span> should have arrived in Fremantle to-day,</span><span> had managed to reach a Java port. A city</span><span> merchant has a friend on board the vessel,</span><span> and received a message advising him of his</span><span> friend's whereabouts. The vessel has, apart</span><span> from ordinary cargo, fully 7000 chests ot tea on board, which were loaded at Colombo</span><span> prior to the outbreak of hostilities. Most of the tea which was destined for Melbourne, had been sold to arrive.</span></p> <div><br></div><p> </p><p> </p><font size="2">The Sydney Morning Herald ,NSW</font><p><strong>Friday 14 August 1914</strong> </p><p><span> ROON AT TJILATJAP. </span></p> <p><span> PASSENGERS COMING BY <span>HOUTMAN</span>. <br></span></p> <p><span> The German mall steamer Roon, which left</span><span> Colombo on August 1st and was due at Fre</span><span>mantle recently, has arrived in Java.</span></p> <p><span> It was learned yesterday that the vessel</span><span> after leaving Colombo heard of the declaration</span><span> of war, and proceeded to Tjilatjap, on the </span><span>south-west of Java. </span></p> <p><span> A number of her Australian passengers have</span><span> arranged to come on to Sydney by the Royal</span><span> Packet Company's steamer <span>Houtman</span>, which ar</span><span>rived at Sourabaya on August 6.</span></p><p> </p><font size="2">Sunday Times,Perth</font><p><strong>Sunday 16 August 1914</strong> </p><p><span>MELBOURNE. Saturday.- <br></span></p> <p><span> -The Minister for External - Affairs</span><span> has cabled to the British Consul at</span><span> Batavia, Java,asking him if the Ger</span><span>man steamer <span>Roon</span>- is discharging her cargo, and if so where, and whether </span><span>it is being cared for. As soon as a</span><span> reply is received the Chamber of Commerce will endeavor to arrange a</span><span> meeting of Melbourne merchants who are interested. </span></p><p> </p><p> </p><font size="2"><strong>Sunday Times ,Perth</strong></font><p><strong>Sunday 16 August 1914</strong> </p><p><span>AUSTRALIANS ON THE <span>ROON</span></span></p> <p><span> Bound for Fremantle, the Nord</span><span> deutscher- Lloyd boat <span>Roon</span> left Co</span><span>lombo to-day fortnight and should</span><span> have reached Fremantle last Sunday,</span><span> but doubtless on the journey over re</span><span>ceived wireless advices of the war</span><span> having broken out, and has since been</span><span> located at Batavia, in which neutral port she is seeking refuge. </span></p> <p><span> The passengers for Australia are as</span><span> follow:</span></p><p><span>-Mr. and Mrs. John Besser,</span><span> Miss Eleanor A. Chitty, Mr. Car</span><span>michael, Rev. J. and Mrs. Dauglow and</span><span> child, Mr. and Mrs. J. Broulers,. Mr. E.</span><span> J. Daum, Mr and Mrs Dick, Mr. and</span><span> Mrs. Docke and children, Miss. Golda </span><span> Dangler, Mr. Arthur Ern, Mr. C.H.</span><span> Ekews,Mr.-B. W Funke, Mr. and Mrs.</span><span> Gillet and child. Mr.W. Goritz, Mr.</span><span> Giet. Mr.. H. H.. Hoake. Mr. Herbert </span><span> Hurter, Mrs. Olga Heinemann, Mr. and.</span><span> Mrs. George Haensel, Mrs and the</span><span> Misses Jackson, Mrs. J. Jenncut and</span><span> daughters. Mr.J. A. Kennedy, Mr and</span><span> Mrs. Lothringer, Miss Lis Lagnesse,Mr. John Lernen, Mrs.J. Langhaus and </span><span>child, Mrs.K. Langhaus and children,</span><span> <strong>Mr. and Mrs. L. S. Lauritz</strong>, Mr.Conr.</span><span> Machens, Mr. Wm. Metcalf, Mr. Rich</span><span>ard Muller, Mr. J. Messmann, Mr.</span><span> Frank Melit, Major Walter Poge, Mr.</span><span> and Mrs. Theodore Rohrmann, Mr.</span><span> Geo.and Harry Rothberg, Mrs. R.J.</span><span> Ralston, Mr. Fritz Roniberg,Mr. Ern</span><span>est Sieler, <strong>Mrs. Shellard</strong>, Mr. and Mrs.</span><span> A. F. Spann, Mr. F. Siemering,;the</span><span> Misses Siemering, Mr. A. Otto Schmidt</span><span> and Mrs.J. Woodhill. <br></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><font size="2">The Mail,Adelaide</font><p><strong>Saturday 22 August 1914</strong> </p><p><span>PASSENGERS DIVERTED.</span></p> <p><span> SYDNEY. To-day.</span></p> <p><span> The passengers of the N.D.L. steamer </span><span> Roon, which, owing to the war, went to</span><span> Java after leaving Colombo, instead of</span><span> continuing her voyage from Bremen to</span><span> Sydney, have left Batavia by the steamer</span><span> <span>Houtman</span>. It is expected that the Hout</span><span>man will arrive here in about a fortnight's</span><span> time. </span></p><p> </p><font size="2">Examiner ,Launceston</font><p><strong>F</strong><strong>riday 28 August 1914</strong> </p><p> </p><p><span>STRANDED BRITISHERS.</span><span> The following cable was received by</span><span> the Prime Minister from the British</span><span> Consul-General at Batavia, dated August</span><span> 27:--"Steamer <span>Houtman</span> arrives Brisbane</span><span> September 2, with 112 British passengers,</span><span> who were stranded here from, the German</span><span> steamer Roon."</span> </p><p> </p><p> </p><font size="2">The Sydney Morning Herald ,NSW</font><p><strong>Saturday 29 August 1914</strong> </p><p><span><span>HOUTMAN</span>'S PASSENGERS.</span></p> <p><span> The steamer <span>Houtman</span> left Thursday Island on Thurs</span><span> day, Aug. 27, for Sydney and Melbourne, via Brisbane,</span><span> and may be expected to arrive at Sydney on Thursday,</span><span> Sept.3, when she will berth at Dalgetys Wharf,</span><span> Miller's Point.</span></p><p><span> The following is a list of passen</span><span>gers-</span></p><p><span>Messrs. Rothberg (2), Gabriel, Dangle, Spann,</span><span> Siller, Machens, Quinn, Bosser, M'Dairmid, Lethin</span><span> ger, Adkins, Crago, Keegan, Wheatland, Sidaway,</span><span> Johnson, Krieks, Bevan, Garnett, Farris, Bartron,</span><span> Sharp, Poland, Gilet, Ashcroft, Misses Fitzpatrick,</span><span> Schmidt, Sheehy, Church, Gilet, Logan, Mackenzie,</span><span> Hockings, Ryan, Kennedy, Skews, Rouke, Collins. Hill,</span><span> Docker,Gibbs, Metcalf, Melet, Speet ,Muller, Hough</span><span>ton, Masters Bowkers (3), Bowker, Siemering, Dick,</span><span> <strong> Lauritz</strong>, Carmichael, Pape, Gist, Rev Chabet, Masters</span><span> Langhans (8), Docke (2),Rev. Standish, Mesdames </span><span> Tenant, Danglow and child, Frockjar, Spann, Hill,Ralston, Hanson, Clark, Bossner, Hennemnn, M'Diarmid,</span><span> Docke, Standish, Lethringer, Dick,Rickerton, <strong>Shel</strong></span><span><strong>lard</strong>, Keegan, Bevan and child, Sharp, Ashcroft, Wright, </span><span>Fraine, Crass, Hunter, Misses Langhans, Docke (2),</span><span> Tenant (2), Siemering, Chutty, Dangler, Grenville, </span><span> Brown, Edwards, Collins, Collins, Longuese, Wright</span><span> (2), Sisters Juliete, Albertine, Joachim.</span></p> <p> </p><font size="2">The Brisbane Courier ,Qld</font><p><strong>Thursday 3 September 1914</strong> </p><p><span>THE WAR.</span></p> <p><span> ARRIVAL OF THE <span>HOUTMAN</span>.</span></p> <p><span> BOARDED BY OFFICERS OF A</span></p> <p><span> GERMAN GUNBOAT.</span></p> <p><span> ROON'S PASSENGERS BROUGHT</span></p> <p><span> TO AUSTRALIA.</span></p> <p><span> SITUATION IN JAVA</span></p> <p><span> The Dutch Packet Company's steamer <span>Houtman</span> arrived in Moreton Bay from</span><span> Batavia during Tuesday night,and</span><span> at 6am yesterday had weighed </span><span>anchor,and was moving in from </span><span>the Pile Lighthouse There was no mis</span><span>taking the steamship when she hove in</span><span> sight. In large white letters on either </span><span>side were painted the words "<span>Houtman</span>,</span><span>Batavia," placed there to enable other</span><span> ships to identity the vessel.The Houtm</span><span>ans decks were filled with passengers,</span><span> many of them having been transferred</span><span> from the NDL liner Roon which de</span><span>viated from her course from Colombo to</span><span> Fremantle on the outbreak of war and</span><span> made for the neutral port of Tjilatjap, in Java.</span></p><p><span>The passengers by the German steamer</span><span> had many exciting incidents before they</span><span> joined the <span>Houtman</span> at Samarang having </span><span> travelled overland from Tjitlatjap.Captain Kroef of the <span>Houtman</span>, sup</span><span>plied information regarding the action</span><span> of officers of the German gunboat Geier </span><span>boarding the <span>Houtman</span> on her last voyage from Australia to Batavia. The </span><span><span>Houtman</span> was steaming towards Macasar at 4 o'clock in the morning when </span><span>the gunboat came along and or</span><span> dered the <span>Houtman</span> to stop. The</span><span> order was complied with, and a </span><span>German officer came aboard, ex</span><span>amined the <span>Houtman</span>'s papers and then </span><span>allowed the <span>Houtman</span> to proceed on her </span><span> vovage. The <span>Houtman</span> left Batavia on</span><span> July 15, and calls were made at Sama</span><span>rang and Sourabaya, the vessel</span><span> 150 first and second class passengers, and </span><span>a big number of people in the third </span><span>class. The voyage to Brisbane was an </span><span>exceptionally pleasant one .No German</span><span> warships were seen. <br></span></p><p> </p><font size="2">The Register ,Adelaide</font><p><strong>Thursday 3 September 1914</strong> </p><p> </p><p><span> <span>HOUTMAN</span>'S ARRIVAL</span></p><p><span> Exciting Incidents Related.</span></p><p><span> BRISBANE-September 2.</span><span> The Dutch steamer <span>Houtman</span> arrived in</span><span> port from Batavia this morning with her</span><span> decks filled with passengers, many of them</span><span> having been transferred from the N.D.L.</span><span> liner Roon, which deviated from her course</span><span> from Colombo to Fremantle on the out</span><span>break of war and made for the neutral port</span><span> of Tjilatjap, in Java. Capt. Kroef, of</span><span> the <span>Houtman</span>, stated that the vessel was</span><span> boarded by officers of the German gun</span><span> boat Geier while near Macassar on her </span><span>last voyage from Australia to Batavia. </span><span>After the ship's papers had been examined she was allowed to proceed on her voyage.</span><span> Java was already feeling the effect of the</span><span> war so far as the shipping trade was con</span><span> cerned. The military authorities in Java</span><span> were mobilizing troops at various points</span><span> in the island, and all the native chiefs have</span><span> expressed their loyalty to the Dutch Go</span><span>vernment .</span><span> </span></p><p><span> Mr. J. C. L.Fitzpatrick, M.L.A. who</span><span> represented New South Wales at the Sama</span><span>rang Exhibition, is a passenger on the</span><span> <span>Houtman</span>. There was certain to be</span><span> much trouble in Java,he said, owing to </span><span>financial difficulties. Trouble with the</span><span> natives would probably come when the</span><span> food supplies became restricted.</span><span> </span></p><p><span> Passengers who left Europe for Austra</span><span>lian ports in the liner Roon told thrilling</span><span> accounts of their experiences. The Roon </span><span>had reached Colombo before news was</span><span> received that war bad broken out </span><span>on the Continent but it was not until</span><span> some days after, having left Colombo that</span><span> it was known that Great Britain had de</span><span> clared war on Germany. The passengers</span><span> were never told that the ship had altered</span><span> her course, but became suspicious that </span><span>something tad taken piece. The steerage</span><span> portion of the steamer was filled by a</span><span> crowd of Englishmen, Germans,and </span><span>others, and after the whisper had got</span><span> abroad that war had been declared then</span><span> were heated arguments and occasional</span><span> scuffles between the English and Germans in that part of the ship. One night the</span><span> captain informed some of the passengers</span><span> that next morning be hoped to make the</span><span> port of Tjilatjap , in Java .The Roon</span><span> anchored in the harbour, and the question</span><span> of what was to be done with them was</span><span> raised. They were informed by the ship's</span><span> officers that arrangements would be made</span><span> to send them to Australia, but meantime</span><span> they had to remain on board. The rowdy </span><span>element in the steerage got out-of hand </span><span>somewhat while the Roon was at Tjilatjap,</span><span> and Dutch marines had to be placed on</span><span> board to keep order. Many of the men</span><span> and women on board were without money,</span><span> and they feared the prospect of being </span><span> stranded in Java. Eventually the ,Bri</span><span>tish Consul at Java was communicated </span><span>with, and arrangements were made foe the</span><span> English to be taken by train from Tjilat</span><span>jap to Samarang, there to join the Hout</span><span>man for Australia. Financial difficulties,</span><span> however, presented themselves to many of</span><span> the British people. Paper money was use</span><span>less and they were without gold. Finally</span><span> they got away by train, and after having</span><span> changed trains three times reached Bata</span><span>via. On the arrival of the <span>Houtman</span> diffi</span><span>culty was at first experienced in accommo</span><span>dating them on board, but this was finally</span><span> accomplished. <br></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><font size="2">The Brisbane Courier,Qld</font><p><strong>Thursday 3 September 1914</strong> </p><p> </p><p><span> <strong>[FIRST ARTICLE.]</strong></span></p> <p><span> ON THE ENEMY'S SHIP.</span></p> <p><span> GERMAN STEAMER <span>ROON</span> SEEKS</span></p> <p><span> NEUTRAL PORT</span></p> <p><span> PASSENGERS FOR AUSTRALIA</span></p> <p><span> STRANDED IN JAVA</span></p> <p><span> QUARRELS BETWEEN BRITISH</span></p> <p><span> AND GERMAN IMMIGRANTS.</span></p> <p><span> DUTCH SOLDIERS WITH FIXED</span><span> BAYONETS MARCH ON BOARD.</span></p> <p><span> MARTIAL LAW BETWEEN DECKS</span></p> <p><span> [By D J Quinn for the "Courier."]</span></p> <p><span> When we left Southampton in the N.D.L</span><span>. <span>Roon</span> on July 6 there was nothing to in</span><span> dicate that the voyage would be other</span><span> than monotonously commonplace. To</span><span> begin with, it was the wrong time of</span><span> year to travel to Australia, that is to</span><span> say, it was the off season. The heat of</span><span> the tropics would be felt at its worst ,</span><span> there were comparatively few passengers</span><span> and the band which usually adds to the</span><span> amenities of life on a German mail</span><span> steamer was non existent, the "musical"</span><span> stewards having departed for the more</span><span> lucrative openings afforded by Continen</span><span>tal watering places during the summer</span><span> season. It was evident, therefore, that we</span><span> were in for a quiet time</span></p> <p><span> So far as the British passengers were</span><span> concerned the burning question on leav</span><span>ing England was Ulster's attitude to</span><span> Home Rule, and during three weeks our</span><span> chief curiosity in scanning the meagre</span></p> <p><span> Marconi messages was to leam if fight</span><span>ing had broken out in Ireland. It was</span><span> not until two days before our arrival at</span><span> Colombo that a whisper went round the</span><span> ship that war had indeed broken out, not</span><span> in Ireland, but on the Continent of </span><span>Europe.</span></p> <p><span> FIRST NEWS OF WAR</span></p> <p><span> For the first time we experienced a</span><span> genuine thrill. And no wonder ! A more</span><span> cosmopolitan passenger list than that of</span><span> the <span>Roon</span> would be difficult to find</span><span> Scarcely a country in Europe but had</span><span> one or more representatives on board</span><span> This mingling of the nations was especi-</span><span> ally evident in the third class, where</span><span> Britishers, Germans, Dutchman, Danes,</span><span> Swedes, Belgians. Frenchmen, Italians,Greeks, Turks, and Russians lived in apparent harmony until this fateful news was confirmed of Austria's declaration of</span><span> war against Russia and Servia . There-</span><span>after life on board ship beat with quicker</span><span> pulse. No one imagined that the war</span><span> would be restricted to those countries A</span><span> European conflict seamed inevitable, and</span><span> already passengers were consciously and</span><span> unconsciously beginning to take sides</span></p><p><span>News was eagerly sought, but whatever</span><span> messages came by wireless from passing</span><span> ships, no official communication of any</span><span> kind was made to passengers. Conse</span><span>quently the wildest rumours gained cur</span><span>rency. It was a relief to leam on reach</span><span>ing Colombo, on the evening of July 30,</span><span> that though war had been declared hos</span><span>tillties had not actually commenced, and</span><span> that Britain was endeavouring to circum</span><span>scribe the area of the possible conflict</span><span> . Shortly after leaving Colombo we received news that the worst had happened. Efforts were made to restrict the</span><span> knowledge to as small a circle as pos</span><span>sible. An officer imparted the news "in</span><span> confidence" to a friendly passenger, who</span><span> in turn told it, also "in confidence," to</span><span> a friendly shipmate, and so the word</span><span> went round, until everybody on board</span><span> knew that France and England were re</span><span>ported to be at war with Germany</span></p> <p><span> PATRIOTIC SONGS PROHIBITED</span></p> <p><span> Not everybody believed it, however. It</span><span> seemed incredible that England could so</span><span> soon have become involved in the trouble.</span><span> The ship's officers were not communica</span><span>tive as to the source of their informa</span><span>tion. Meantime, an accordion player in</span><span> the third-class got into the way of regal</span><span>ing his companions of an evening with</span><span> "Rule, Britannia'" and other British</span><span> patriotic songs, and one night a party</span><span> of Germans in the second-class brought</span><span> their chairs together, and from talking of</span><span> the Fatherland they fell to singing about</span><span> it, but in the nicest way possible .Next</span><span> day we learned that the captain had</span><span> given instructions that the singing</span><span> of national songs was to be</span><span> prohibited. So far as I know there was</span><span> no further cause for complaint on this</span><span> score on either the upper or the main</span><span> deck. </span></p> <p><span> A TELL-TALE SUNSET.</span></p> <p><span> Beautiful sunsets, as travellers know,</span><span> are to be seen in the Indian Ocean. One</span><span> afternoon as I watched the golden disc</span><span> sink beneath the horizon it suddenly</span><span> struck me that the sun was setting</span><span> directly in the steamer's wake , in other</span><span> words, the <span>Roon</span> was steaming due East</span><span> though her course as officially indicated</span><span> on the chart at noon was south easterly.</span><span> Clearly there was some mystery here .Next</span><span> morning I watched the sun rise over the</span><span> vessel's bow , we were still steering </span><span>almost due East. Yet at noon the post</span><span>ing of the ship s position on the chart</span><span> showed that we had covered another 330</span><span> miles or so on the south east track lead</span><span>ing to Fremantle. There was only one</span><span> conclusion to be drawn from this con</span><span>junction of circumstances , the captain</span><span> had definite information that England</span><span> and Germany were at war and was steer</span><span>ing a course, not for Fremantle as the</span><span> daily statement of the ship's position</span><span> falsely indicated, but for some neutral</span><span> port in the Dutch Indies-in Sumatra or</span><span> in Java.</span></p> <p><span> SAVING HIS SHIP</span></p> <p><span> On the morning of August 7, our</span><span> course being still easterly, the truth</span><span> came out .Four of us were playing</span><span> bridge in the smoking-room when the</span><span> captain passed on his morning round.</span><span> He was in a jovial humour, and said as</span><span> he smilingly returned our salute, "I'm </span><span>running in to a Java port in the morn</span><span>ing-to get news ". We laughed; we had </span><span>expected something of the kind. In reply</span><span> to a question as to how long we should</span><span> have to picnic there, he said we should</span><span> probably be transferred to another steam</span><span>er at Tjilatjap (pronounced Cheal-a-chap)</span><span> or taken by train to Batavia, and thence</span><span> sent on by a Dutch or British steamer</span><span> to Australia</span></p> <p><span> Whilst the prospect of a holiday jaunt</span><span> in Java was not displeasing there was</span><span> an uneasy feeling among the passengers</span><span> that they might have to bear the cost of it themselves. On this point Captain Meyer was not prepared to make any</span><span> statement.His chief concern was to</span><span> save his ship from capture by a British or French cruiser, and to this end extra</span><span>ordinary precautions were taken as we neared the coast. </span></p> <p><span> By the nearest chance I awoke in the</span><span> middle of the night and found my cabin,</span><span> usually well lighted from the adjoining</span><span> corridor, in complete darkness I groped</span><span> my way through the saloon , there was</span><span> not a light anywhere .On deck it was</span><span> the same , absolute darkness brooded over</span><span> the ship .Captain Meyer was taking no</span><span> chances , he was running for Tjilatjap</span><span> with all lights out</span></p> <p><span> THE <span>ROON</span> AT ANCHOR</span></p> <p><span> By 3.30 the <span>Roon</span> was within signal</span><span>ling distance of the lighthouse. Four and</span><span> a half hours later we picked up a pilot</span><span> and entered a small inlet which a coral</span><span> reef has converted into a natural har</span><span>bour. So long as Holland's neutrality</span><span> was respected the <span>Roon</span> was now safe</span><span> until the close of the war .For two days</span><span> we lay inside the reef, and as the vessel </span><span>swung round with the tides we had lei</span><span>surely opportunities of studying in detail</span><span> the features of the landscape. Almost at</span><span> a right angle to the reef the coast land</span><span> towered above us to a height of 700ft.</span><span> or 800ft It presented a riot of tropical</span><span> vegetation, cocoanut and other palms</span><span> mingling with giant tree ferns and flower</span><span>ing plants of striking colour and beauty.</span></p> <p><span> Sitting under the awning on the upper</span><span> deck we could hear the warbling of birds</span><span> and the cries of monkeys in the woods</span><span>. We could watch the natives, in their</span><span> "dug out" canoes, fishing with rod or</span><span> net, or paddling from one to another of </span><span>the numerous T square enclosures of</span><span> bamboo in which fish are trapped at high</span><span> water and gathered into baskets when</span><span> the tide runs out .We could also follow</span><span> the movements of Javanese women as</span><span> they searched the beaches at low water</span><span> for crabs. And all the time, while day</span><span>light lasted, we had ever before us with-</span><span>in shouting distance a solitary native</span><span> sentry, gazing about him from the little fort which commands the harbour. For</span><span> hours that sentry would stand there as</span><span> though he were part of the fort itself,</span><span> and his gaunt figure against the skyline</span><span> remains with me as a pathetic memory.</span></p> <p><span> OUR SPECIAL WAR BUDGET.</span></p> <p><span> In other respects that Saturday and Sun</span><span>day we spent amid this Arcadian sim</span><span>plicity were not devoid of interest. The</span><span> captain had been ashore, and visits had</span><span> been paid to the ship by the Dutch au</span><span>thorities. Thus we came to hear the </span><span>latest war news.It may be that much </span><span>of what we heard was mere rumour, but</span><span> we had no means of judging .Briefly, the</span><span> chief items were as follows -</span></p> <p><span> Russian fleet annihilated by German</span><span> fleet in the Baltic. 50,000 Germans</span><span> landed at Hull</span></p> <p><span> German fleet engaged British fleet off</span><span> North Shields, result unknown</span></p> <p><span> German army pushed through Bel-</span><span> gium, took the French by surprise</span><span> and was marching upon Pans, whose</span><span> fall was expected any moment</span></p> <p><span> Russia had invaded Germans , Aus</span><span>tria had wiped out Servia , Norway,</span><span> Sweden, and Denmark had united</span><span> against Russia , Turkey was preparing to recover her lost provinces ,</span><span> Russia was preaching a holy war </span><span>among the Mohammedans , finally, no</span><span> news had reached Batavia (or four</span><span> day's owing to cable interruption </span></p> <p><span> That much we learned on Saturday.</span><span> Germans were naturally, pleased, though</span><span> they were too polite to say so in our</span><span> hearing . Their explanation of the in</span><span>terrupted cable (as repeated to me by</span><span> one who overheard it) may also be</span><span> considered as natural as it was naive. </span><span> The German fleet, they felt sure, had de</span><span>feated the British, and England having</span><span> control of the cables, did not wish India</span><span> and the colonies to hear of the disaster.</span></p> <p><span> PLANS FOR TRANSHIPMENT.</span></p> <p><span> On Sunday a printed circular in Ger</span><span>man and English was distributed amongst</span><span> the passengers. It stated -</span></p> <p><span> Passengers from every class will very</span><span> likely be transhipped on Tuesday</span><span> morning, at 7.30, by train to Batavia,</span><span> and from there by boat to Australia.</span><span> Every passenger will have to be in</span><span> readiness by that time. The Govern</span><span>ment of Java demands for each person a head-tax of £2/1/3 against re</span><span>ceipt. Every passenger will have to </span><span>pay the tax himself, but the amount</span><span> will be refunded upon departure from</span><span> Batavia when receipt is returned.Within a few minutes of the distribu</span><span>tion of this circular half a hundred third</span><span> class passengers, in various stages of un</span><span>dress, were besieging the purser's office.</span><span> Their trouble was the poll-tax, they had</span><span> no money with which to pay it. Couldn't</span><span> the captain pay it for them ?</span></p> <p><span> GERMANS IN CONFERENCE.</span></p> <p><span> After luncheon it was noticed that not</span><span> a German was to be seen on the after-</span><span>deck, they had one by one mysteriously</span><span> disappeared. Two hours later I met one</span><span> of their number and asked what had be</span><span>come of his countrymen. "We've been</span><span> having a talk and some rounds of beer</span><span> with the officers on the bridge deck." he</span><span> informed me. "Have you heard the news?"</span><span> he went on "Of course it is all non-</span><span>sense nobody believes Reuter. Fancy say</span><span>ing that 19 German warships have been</span><span> sunk in the North Sea and two cap</span><span>tured. And not a word about England's</span><span> losses. Report also states that two Ger</span><span>man warships surrendered to the French</span><span> in the Mediterranean .That's not true,</span><span> either; Germans would sink their ships rather than surrender "</span></p> <p><span> There was, no doubt, matter for serious</span><span> talk in this latest intelligence. Though</span><span> affecting to disbelieve it, our German</span><span> shipmates were obviously depressed. Its</span><span> Influence also manifested itself in a subtle</span><span> change in the relations between cer</span><span>tain officers and the British passengers</span><span> . Especially was this noticeable in the</span><span> case of third class.One felt it would </span><span>be a good thing when Tuesday came and</span><span> we got away from the ship</span></p> <p><span> [To be continued ] <br></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><font size="2">The Brisbane Courier,Qld</font><p><strong>Friday 4 September 1914</strong> </p><p> </p><p><span> <strong>[SECOND ARTICLE.]</strong></span></p> <p><span> ON THE ENEMY'S SHIP.</span></p> <p><span> GERMAN STEAMER <span>ROON</span> SEEKS</span></p> <p><span> NEUTRAL PORT.</span></p> <p><span> PASSENGERS FOR AUSTRALIA</span></p> <p><span> STRANDED IN JAVA.</span></p> <p><span> QUARRELS BETWEEN BRITISH</span></p> <p><span> AND GERMAN IMMIGRANTS.</span></p> <p><span> BRITISH CONSUL TAKES OFF</span></p> <p><span> BRITISH SUBJECTS.</span></p> <p><span> THROUGH THE GARDEN OF THE</span></p> <p><span> EAST.</span></p> <p><span> SORRY PLIGHT OF GERMAN</span></p> <p><span> PASSENGERS.</span></p> <p><span> [By D. J. Quinn, for the "Courier."]</span></p> <p><span> THE PYRAMIDS IN JAVA.</span></p> <p><span> Those who were fortunate enough to be</span><span> on deck at sunrise next (Monday) morn</span><span>ing witnessed a remarkable sight. We had</span><span> been told that there were high mountain</span><span> peaks in the far distance, but as yet the</span><span> heat haze had shut them out from our</span><span> view. This morning, as the sun rose out</span><span> of the gloom, a dull, reddish ball in a brilliant amber setting, three mountain</span><span> pyramids stood revealed through the</span><span> mist, and what was really extraordinary was their relation to each other in size and</span><span> position was almost identical with that</span><span> of the pyramids of Gizeh. It was the</span><span> mirage of an Egyptian sunrise ! I turned</span><span> to call a friend's attention to the</span><span> phenomenon, but the vision lasted only a</span><span> moment. The sun had risen and once</span><span> more an impenetrable haze settled on the </span><span> mountain tops.</span></p> <p><span> REVELATION IN TOWN PLANNING.</span></p> <p><span> Two hours after daybreak the <span>Roon</span></span><span> weighed anchor, steamed slowly up the</span><span> estuary for about a mile, and rounding a bend in the stream tied up at the wharf </span><span> of Tjilatjap. Here a new world unfolded</span><span> itself. The water front was alive with</span><span> coolies, some working at measured pace</span><span> on a new iron wharf, others shovelling</span><span> earth out of railway trucks at a speed</span><span> which would make the Australian navvy</span><span> giddy only to look at. Contrary to ex</span><span>pectations we were allowed by the Dutch</span><span> authorities to go ashore without deposit</span><span>ing the amount of the head-tax. Having</span><span> satisfied our craving for war news-a</span><span> courteous Customs officer who spoke Eng</span><span>lish confirmed what we had already heard-we jumped into one of the many </span><span>little pony carts about and drove through the town. </span></p> <p><span> I was unable to glean anything of</span><span> Tjilatjap's history-even the residents I</span><span> questioned could not tell me its popula</span><span>tion; they thought it might be 8000. But</span><span> judging by the excellent lines upon which</span><span> the settlement has been planned; its mag</span><span>nificent avenues, intersecting one another at right angles, and extending in straight lines far as the eye could see; the tall,</span><span> stately kenurie and other shade trees</span><span> which line those avenues; the detached</span><span> bungalows of native and European, each</span><span> standing in its own allotment of an acre</span><span> or more, well set back from the road,</span><span> and surrounded and shaded by palms and</span><span> banana trees; judging by these signs</span><span> Tjilatjap is the work of a master town</span><span> planner, who must have lived not less</span><span> than three generations ago.</span></p> <p><span> The impression created by this orderly</span><span> disposition of the town was enhanced by</span><span> the dignity and reserve of the Javanese,</span><span> the tidiness of their houses and gardens,</span><span> their industry-whether in the market</span><span> place or within the precincts of their</span><span> homes, everybody, men and women, boys</span><span> and girls, seemed to be doing or making</span><span> something; the sturdiness of their numer</span><span>ous children, who,as often as not,</span><span>wearing only their "birthday clothes,"</span><span> would stop their play to gaze at us with</span><span> wondering eyes; the gentleness of the cab</span><span> drivers, and the surprising moderateness</span><span> of their fares.I shall always feel thank</span><span>ful that I saw Tjitatjap before the tourist</span><span> has had a chance to spoil it.</span></p> <p><span> SHIFT FOR OURSELVES.</span></p> <p><span> On my return to the ship I learned that</span><span> a bomb had been exploded on the third</span><span> class deck.Scares and alarms generally</span><span> came from that quarter. According to the </span><span>version which their spokesman brought</span><span> aft the passengers had been notified that</span><span> they must leave the ship and make what</span><span> arrangements they could themselves for </span><span>getting to Australia. If they stayed on </span><span>board they would be charged 5/ per head </span><span>per day, second-class passengers to pay</span><span> 16/. Moreover, as the <span>Roon</span> would prob</span><span>ably have to remain there for months,</span><span> the scale of rations must be reduced in</span><span> the interests of the crew.</span></p> <p><span> Of the 250 odd passengers in all classes</span><span> about 160 were British subjects.The</span><span> first and second saloons accounted for 37,</span><span> the remainder were in the third-class.</span><span> With characteristic precipitateness the third-class telegraphed to the British Con</span><span>sul at Batavia that 100 British passen</span><span>gers by the <span>Roon</span> were stranded, and</span><span> asking him to "please call immediately."</span><span> It was not till evening, when the enter</span><span>prising individual who sent the wire</span><span> came aft to take up a collection to de</span><span>fray the cost, that second-class passen</span><span>gers heard of this action.</span></p> <p><span> Meantime saloon passengers had been</span><span> gathering what information they could</span><span> from the captain and officers, who seemed</span><span> at their wits' end. Captain Meyer ex</span><span>plained that negotiations were still going</span><span> on with a view to getting all passengers</span><span> away: later in the day he would be able</span><span> to tell us something definite. It was gen</span><span>erally understood that the captain's diffi</span><span>culty was to find the money. The Dutch </span><span>would not accept, promises to pay ; for</span><span> paper money they had no use. Passengers carrying circular notes and drafts had</span><span> already found this out. Gold was the</span><span> only lever that could help us out of</span><span> Java. The captain had no gold, and the</span><span> German Consul was seemingly powerless</span><span> to raise any for him. "Why not sell the</span><span> <span>Roon</span> and run her to Australia under the</span><span> Dutch flag? Why not, at least. raise</span><span> money on the security of the ship and</span><span> cargo?' These were questions, with which</span><span> passengers were besieging the captain and</span><span> officers. The answers were that nobody</span><span> wanted to buy the <span>Roon</span>, and in view of</span><span> the uncertainty as to whether Holland</span><span> would be drawn into the war no one</span><span> would take the risk of advancing money</span><span> on what might at any time become a</span><span> prize of the enemy's.</span></p> <p><span> That evening the pursor came aft to</span><span> say that arrangements would be made for </span><span>passengers to either leave for Batavia by</span><span> rail on the 14th instant, or to be trans</span><span>hipped direct to a steamer which would </span><span>call at Tjilatjap on the 17th instant;</span><span> meanwhile we were to remain on the ship,</span><span> with this reassurance we drank our lager</span><span> beer and went to bed hopefully.</span></p> <p><span> QUARRELSOME PASSENGERS.</span></p> <p><span> Between decks forward, however, there</span><span> were not wanting indications of a storm</span><span> brewing, and an order had been given to</span><span> close the bar. A very rough element was</span><span> present in the third-class, and quarrels</span><span> between British and German were becom</span><span>ing frequent. Gentler folk who were</span><span> obliged to rub shoulders with these</span><span> fellows had a trying experience. A general</span><span> idea of their character may be formed</span><span> from the following incident. One Sunday</span><span> evening, before there was any talk of</span><span> war, two Salvation Army officers, return</span><span>ing to New Zealand from the London</span><span> conference, and some ladies went down</span><span> to the third-class quarters to hold a ser</span><span>vice. "It was like going into a den of</span><span> wild animals" one of the ladies told me</span><span> afterwards. Men, and even women,</span><span> gathered round the visitors, and heaped</span><span> such a torrent of abuse and bad language</span><span> upon their heads that they were com</span><span>pelled to beat a hasty retreat.</span></p> <p><span> TWO MORE REFUGEES</span></p> <p><span> Tuesday morning brought a diversion ;</span><span> two more German steamers took refuge</span><span> in Tjilatjap harbour; the Sydney from </span><span>Adelaide, and the Stollberg from Ham</span><span>berg.The former, belonging to the Ger</span><span>man-Australian line, had obliterated the</span><span> red ,white and black bands round its funnel,and in the distance might easily </span><span>be mistaken for a P. and O. boat.</span></p> <p><span> BRITISH CONSUL INTERVENES.</span></p> <p><span> Early in the day it became apparent</span><span> from the comings and goings of officers,</span><span> Dutch officials and Consular representa</span><span>tives,that some new development was to</span><span> be expected. The previous day some of us</span><span> had got into touch with Mr. M'Neill,</span><span> the only Englishman in Tjilatjup as</span><span> he described himself in an accent which</span><span> was redolent of the heather of the coun</span><span>try north of the Tweed, and he took up</span><span> our case with enthusiasm.He had several </span><span>conversations by telephone with the Bri</span><span>tish Consul in Batavia, and this Tues</span><span>day morning he informed us that arrange</span><span> ments were being completed by which all</span><span> British subjects on board would be en</span><span>trained for Batavia at 7.30 next morning.</span><span>The consul, he explained, would pay all expenses;the question of adjustment with the passengers would be discussed later.</span><span> During the afternoon our luggage was</span><span> put out on the wharf; it was to be en-</span><span> trained at 3. 30. At 7 pm it was still</span><span> there, and passengers were talking of</span><span> placing a guard to watch it during the</span><span> night, when a squad of coolies came and</span><span> removed it to a railway shed. Few of us</span><span> dreamt that days would pass before we</span><span> saw our luggage again.</span></p> <p><span> "FOOLING" THE PASSENGERS </span></p> <p><span> Next morning Wednesday, the dressing</span><span> gong sounded at 5.15 , at 6 break</span><span>fasted , half an hour later we had tipped</span><span> our stewards and -were ready to start for</span><span> the railway station, about a mile away.</span><span> As soon as Mr M'Neill arrived we should</span><span> be off. Minutes passed , watches moved</span><span> restlessly in and out of pockets ,train</span><span> time came, and still we waited for Mr.M'Neill.All this time the third class </span><span>British were on the wharf with their be</span><span>longings, baking in the hot sun. At</span><span> last. In some mysterious way, somebody</span><span> heard that we were not to go that morn</span><span>ing after all , that as a matter of fact</span><span> a message from the British Consul had</span><span> been received by the captain the night</span><span> before stating that the passengers were</span><span> not to leave the ship as arranged. Ap</span><span>parently there had been some hitch at the </span><span> last moment</span></p> <p><span> That the captain should not have made</span><span> this known to us seemed a discourtesy</span><span> too wilful to be credible. We asked to</span><span> see Captain Meyer and were told he was</span><span> asleep. We then went to the purser,</span><span> with whom, as with the captain, our re</span><span>lations had always been pleasant</span><span> enough. I asked him if it were true that</span><span> a message had been received over night</span><span> notifying a change of plan. He ignored</span><span> the question. "The best thing to do,"</span><span> he said, "is to stay on board until you</span><span> are officially told to go ". The purser</span><span> was clearly not displeased at the turn</span><span> events had taken. I cannot help think</span><span>ing that he had a hand in the "fooling"</span><span> of the British passengers that morning.</span></p> <p><span> About 9 à m Mr. M'Neill arrived. The</span><span> Consul, he explained, was unable to</span><span> secure hotel accommodation for us all at</span><span> Batavia, and was in communication with</span><span> the Vice-consul at Samarang, with a view</span><span> to our being put up there. He expected </span><span>to hear from Samarang any minute. At 9. 45 word came through .If possible</span><span> get the passengers away by the 10 o'clock</span><span> train for Samarang. Unfortunately,</span><span> time was too short to admit of this</span><span> being done .Why I use the word "un</span><span>fortunately" will appear later.</span></p> <p><span> [To be continued.]</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><font size="2">The Brisbane Courier ,Qld</font><p><strong>Saturday 5 September 1914</strong> </p><p> </p><p><span> <strong>[THIRD ARTICLE.] </strong> </span></p> <p><span> ON THE ENEMY'S SHIP.</span></p> <p><span> GERMAN STEAMER <span>ROON</span> SEEKS</span></p> <p><span> NEUTRAL PORT.</span></p> <p><span> PASSENGERS FOR AUSTRALIA</span></p> <p><span> STRANDED IN JAVA.</span></p> <p><span> UNDER MARTIAL LAW.</span></p> <p><span> BRITISH SUBJECTS LEAVE THE</span></p> <p><span> SHIP.</span></p> <p><span> [By D. J.Quinn, for the "Courier."]</span></p> <p><span> POLICE CALLED ON BOARD.</span></p> <p><span> We had therefore, another 24 hours to</span><span> spend in Tjilatjap. In dealing with Tuesday's events I omitted reference to one or </span><span>two matters for the sake of keeping the </span><span>narrative connected. Among the inci</span><span>dents of that day were the following -</span></p> <p><span> 1.-Second class menu cut down by half</span><span> and dinner substituted for lunch.</span></p> <p><span> 2 -A. third class passenger for vigor</span><span>ously addressing some remarks to one of</span><span> the engineers, and driving them home with</span><span> equally vigorous finger thrusts was</span><span> hustled ashore by the chief officer and</span><span> taken to the police office at the wharf</span><span> gates. Presently both returned to the</span><span> ship. This time the passenger carried</span><span> himself jauntily and walked in advance</span><span> the chief officer accompanied by the pur</span><span>ser (who had run off in his shirtsleeves</span><span> to assist his chief) walked dejectedly behind . <br></span></p> <p><span> 3 -Two British stokers from the Ger</span><span>man steamer Sydney sought our assist</span><span>ance to get them away with us. The</span><span> Germans they said were treating them badly.</span></p> <p><span> 4. -Latest war news: United States to</span><span> seize Canada ;King of the Belgians taken</span><span> prisoner by the Germans; Italy declined</span><span> to fight with Germany against England</span><span> (greatly to the disgust of Germans on</span><span> the <span>Roon</span> who declared that if Germany</span><span> won this war she would immediately tear</span><span> Italy to pieces); all foreigners given 24</span><span> hours notice to leave China; war de</span><span>clared against Germany by Japan;steamer Koenigin Luise sent into the</span><span> Thames to lay mines; German steamer</span><span> captured by French cruiser off Soeraboja.</span></p> <p><span> 5 -Police called on board about mid</span><span> night to quoll disturbance between decks</span><span>. Eleven revolvers taken from passengers</span><span>. One man arrested. Police Commissioner,</span><span> a big jovial Dutchman spoke gently to</span><span> the unruly ones. You are the guests of</span><span> Holland he said and unless you be</span><span>have I shall have to take you prisoners</span><span>. We are a neutral country and while you</span><span> are here you must be neutral too. Now,</span><span> when I count three all must go to sleep</span><span>- One, two, three." The crowd laughed and</span><span> presumably went to sleep.The police however remained within call.</span></p> <p><span> UNDER MARTIAL LAW.</span></p> <p><span> The friction between British and German in the third class was renewed on</span><span> Wednesday, in an intensified form in the</span><span> shady avenues of Tjilatjap .While liquor</span><span> could not be obtained on board there</span><span> was no hindrance to their getting as</span><span> much as they could carry when ashore. </span><span>As a result there were noisy, demonstra</span><span>tions in the streets, squabbles between</span><span> the hostile section, and in one scrim</span><span>mage two British emigrants were severely beaten with sticks.</span></p> <p><span> This degradation of the white man in</span><span> the eyes of the Javanese was a source of</span><span> anxiety to the Dutch authorities and</span><span> drastic steps were resolved upon to prev</span><span>ent a recurrence of the trouble. While passengers were at tea on Wednesday a</span><span> notice was posted at the gangway to the</span><span> following effect -</span></p> <p><span> Third class passengers and crew are</span><span> not allowed to go ashore to-night. By </span><span>order of the police.</span></p> <p><span> The intelligence spread quickly.A</span><span> score of coatless ,hatless men gathered</span><span> round the Commissioner of Police,mur</span><span>muring and protesting , but in the same</span><span> instant a tramping of feet on the wharf</span><span> attracted their attention .Before the</span><span> passengers had recovered from their sur</span><span>prize, a force of Dutch soldiers ,30</span><span> strong in smart khaki uniforms and</span><span> carrying fixed bayonet, marched up the</span><span> gangway and (the indignant passengers</span><span> moving back to make way for them)</span><span> came to a halt on the upper deck over</span><span> looking the gangway and the well of the ship. Four of the soldiers were detailed</span><span> for duty at either end of the gangway;</span><span> the remainder stacked arms and settled</span><span> down to make themselves comfortable for</span><span> the night. This dramatic display of force</span><span> effectively cowed the rowdy element ; it</span><span> was not prepared to argue with bayonets</span><span> and ball cartridges.</span></p> <p><span> BRITISH SUBJECTS LEAVE THE SHIP.</span></p> <p><span> At daylight on Thursday I found the</span><span> military still on guard and was some</span><span> what surprised to see another contingent</span><span> of eight men come on board. It looked</span><span> as if the authorities feared some trouble</span><span> at the moment of our departure ; there</span><span> certainly had been talk of a hostile de</span><span>monstration against the captain on the</span><span> part of passengers in both second and</span><span> third classes. Martial law having been</span><span> enforced between decks, the night had</span><span> passed quietly. After breakfast a roll call</span><span> was made of British subjects in the third</span><span> class, and they were allowed to leave the</span><span> ship. No farewells were spoken. Men,</span><span> women, and children, they hurried away</span><span> with their bags and bundles, never once</span><span> looking back at the ship, on the upper</span><span> deck of which Captain Meyer, leaning</span><span> over the rail, with a cigar in his mouth,</span><span> was watching the exodus.</span></p> <p><span> Pony carts were in great demand that</span><span> morning, but the majority had to walk</span><span> to the railway station. I question ¡f the</span><span> residents of Tjjilatjup ever saw a more</span><span> curious and heterogeneous crowd of white</span><span> people. At the station confusion and pan</span><span>demonium reigned. A mixed train, of</span><span> which one of the carriages was filled with</span><span> natives, was in waiting. As the British</span><span> contingent arrived it crowded into the</span><span> vacant compartments, regardless of class,</span><span> and without knowing for certain if it</span><span> was the right train. Those who could not</span><span> find standing room anywhere feared they</span><span> were going to be left behind. Nobody had</span><span> tickets; the officials could not understand</span><span> English ; we could not speak Dutch.</span></p> <p><span> A young, quiet, Dutch-speaking man, of</span><span> very short stature, was understood to be</span><span> in charge of us, but then, as later, he</span><span> was invariably lost in the crowd. How</span><span> ever, there was plenty of time. Two more</span><span> carriages were put on. Third-class passen</span><span>gers took possession of the first and</span><span> second-class compartments; saloon pas</span><span>sengers were content to occupy the less</span><span> comfortable seats. Protests would have</span><span> been useless ; no Dutch station-master</span><span> could argue with some of those people</span><span> and retain his dignity or authority ;</span><span> saloon passengers knew better than to</span><span> try. When all were seated, tickets were</span><span> handed round, a hell rang, and the train</span><span> moved out amid a good deal of cheering,</span><span> in which Dutch and Javanese, and some</span><span> German shipmates from the <span>Roon</span>, joined.</span></p> <p><span> BY TRAIN THROUGH JAVA.</span></p> <p><span> Our journey across the island of Java</span><span> was an intoxication of the senses. What</span><span> a marvellous country it is ! A few</span><span> months ago I crossed the Nile delta and</span><span> never expected to see a more beautiful</span><span> garden or anything quite so wonderful in</span><span> the way of irrigation. But Java has</span><span> taken the gloss off my Egyptian memories.</span><span> Agriculture there has been raised to the</span><span> dignity of a beatitude. I have never seen</span><span> cleaner farming or tidier country. Bunga</span><span>lows, outhouses, gardens, fences, irriga</span><span>tion channels, and embankment, all</span><span> looked as if fashioned on a definite plan</span><span> and finished. Neatness and good taste</span><span> were manifest in everything. Though but</span><span> half the size of the State of Victoria,</span><span> Java supports a population of upwards</span><span> of 30,000,000. Labour is cheap; it can be</span><span> had in plenty at 5d. and 6d. a day. The</span><span> lands are filled by hand, and so many</span><span> work together that in the distance one might easily mistake the labourers for a,mob of sheep or cattle.</span></p> <p><span> In Australia we sometimes tell ourselves</span><span> that we can grow anything; in Java they "do" it .I cannot pretend to catalogue</span><span> all the crops we saw flourishing there.</span><span> For eight hours we journeyed through</span><span> this interesting land,without a moment's </span><span>weariness through rice,tapioca and </span><span>tobacco fields, past great tracts of </span><span>sugar cane and maize through teak</span><span> forests and plantations of cocoanuts</span><span> bananas and rubber pausing at busy</span><span> towns with factories and animated</span><span> marketing places; skirting village settle-</span><span> ments swarming with children and quaint</span><span> cemeteries perched on knolls-resting </span><span>places that looked as well tended and</span><span> cared for as the habitations of the living.</span></p> <p><span> INCIDENTS BY THE WAY. </span></p> <p><span> Nevertheless, Java is not perfect. The</span><span> railways partly owned by the Govern</span><span>ment, and partly by private companies,are not of uniform gauge. Three different,</span><span> trains helped to bring us from Tjilatjap</span><span> to Samarang .The necessary changes en</span><span>tailed consequences which we can afford</span><span> to laugh at now, but which at the time</span><span> sorely tried our tempers. A mixed train</span><span> on a narrow gauge brought us to Maos,</span><span> where we changed into an express, a more</span><span> comfortable train with a dining car, and</span><span> on which third -class ticket holders did</span><span> not succeed in securing all the best seats.At Djokjakarta about half way on </span><span>our journey we changed again to a </span><span>broad gauge railway.I use the word changed ,but it ¡s</span><span> hardly descriptive enough. What hap</span><span>pened was this: A cry was raised, " All</span><span> change here." Every body scrambled after</span><span> bags, bundles, children and jammed</span><span> themselves in the corridors while one at</span><span> a time those nearest the exits climbed</span><span> to the ground. One does not step in or</span><span> out of a Dutch train.As on the Conti</span><span>nent of Europe there are no platforms</span><span> and the steps of the carriages are steep</span><span> and narrow .No sooner were we all out</span><span> than some one came to say that we must</span><span> get in again;that Solo, a station </span><span>further on was the place to change. Back</span><span> we climbed ,mothers struggling with</span><span> children, men and women with cumber</span><span>some luggage, all hot and perspiring</span><span> and all bent on securing their old seats</span><span> or better ones. Then when we had got</span><span> sorted out and resettled and the odour</span><span> of bad language had drifted out of the</span><span> windows a fiendish cry once more echoed</span><span> through the train. Everybody must get</span><span> out again-and quickly.This was carrying a joke too far. Men were getting</span><span> angry, women were bordering on hys</span><span>terics. We hustled out. As usual our</span><span> guide was not visible .But every man</span><span> wearing any kind of uniform was im</span><span>mediately surrounded and pressed for a</span><span> direction." We want to go to Sama</span><span>rang! Samarang!! Samarang !!!! " shouted distracted passengers. For an</span><span>swer some pointed to the train we had</span><span> just left, others indicated the other side of the station.</span></p><p><span>Finally an English- speaking porter</span><span> from a local hotel straightened things</span><span> out for us .Ordinarily, he said pas</span><span>sengers for Samarang changed further on</span><span> at Solo, but that day as there was such</span><span> a crowd of us the railway management</span><span> thought it would be more convenient for</span><span> everybody if the change were made at</span><span> Djokjakirta.So we crossed to the other </span><span>side to await the incoming train .We</span><span> thought our troubles were over but with</span><span> real bad luck when the train came along</span><span> side we got into the wrong carriages and</span><span> just at starting time had to hustle out </span><span>and rush helter skelter for the right</span><span> ones-to save ourselves further commotion</span><span> at a subsequent station. Speaking for my</span><span>self, I was beginning to feel very cross</span><span> indeed, when I stumbled into a first class</span><span> smoker and found there two genial New</span><span> South Wales millers (on a visit to Java)</span><span> sitting cheek by jowl with two steerage</span> passengers from the Roon.</p> <p><span> ARRIVAL AT SAMARANG.</span></p> <p><span> At 6 o'clock as it was growing dark,</span><span>the train drew into Samarang station.</span><span> Mr Campbell, the British Vice-consul</span><span> was there to receive us and had a spe</span><span>cial tram of five carriages ready to con</span><span>vey us to the Java Hotel where we were</span><span> to stay until the sailing of the Dutch</span><span> steamer Houtman,in three or four days </span><span>time .We reached the hotel under cover</span><span> of night and by the least frequented</span><span> route. The trams carried us through and</span><span> beyond the town in the direction of no where. We alighted in a field; some one</span><span> led the way to a road along which we</span><span> tramped in the dark for 15 minutes or</span><span> so; a straggling column hampered by</span><span> luggage and now and again scattered to</span><span> left and right by passing motor cars;and then we saw something which made</span><span> our hearts glad. </span></p> <p><span> It was the Java Hotel, a group of</span><span> white buildings binding with light stand</span><span>ing in solitary state in the middle of a </span><span>rice field. An illuminated triumphal arch</span><span> spanned the entrance gates and within</span><span> we could see the lights of an open pavilion where for all we know a band</span><span> might be regaling a gay company. Alas</span><span> the charm of the distant view diminished</span><span> as we grew nearer. The Java Hotel was</span><span> merely a booth, a temporary structure of</span><span> wood and matting built some years ago,</span><span> it is said,as a plague depot and, now </span><span>renovated to accommodate the expected</span><span> rush of visitors to see the Colonial Exhibition which was to have been opened</span><span> in Samarang that very day had not the</span><span> outbreak of war and its consequences ne</span><span>cessitatcd a postponement</span></p> <p><span> (To he continued )</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><strong><font size="2">The Brisbane Courier,Qld</font></strong><p><strong>Monday 7 September 1914</strong> </p><p><span> <strong>[FOURTH ARTICLE.]</strong></span></p> <p><span> ON THE ENEMY'S SHIP.</span></p> <p><span> EXPERIENCES ON THE GERMAN</span></p> <p><span> STEAMER ROON.</span></p> <p><span> PASSENGERS FOR AUSTRALIA</span></p> <p><span> STRANDED IN JAVA.</span></p> <p><span> SOCIAL LIFE IN SAMARANG.</span></p> <p><span> THE <span>HOUTMAN</span> TO THE RESCUE.</span></p> <p><span> [By D. J. Quinn, for the "Courier."]</span></p> <p><span> IN THE JAVA "COMPOUND."</span></p> <p><span> The British Consul considered it a</span><span> stroke of good fortune that the postpone-</span><span> ment of the opening of the exhibition</span><span> made this hotel available for the strand</span><span>ed Britishers. The accommodation might</span><span> not commend itself to all classes ;he was</span><span> not concerned with that. Passengers who</span><span> desired something better and were pre</span><span>pared to pay the price could find it else</span><span>where ; the tariff at the Java would be</span><span> 8/ per day-the cheapest in Samarang.</span><span> These were points which Mr. Campbell</span><span> touched upon in a brief address, which</span><span> he delivered in the Beer Hall immed</span><span>iately on our arrival. Knowing some</span><span>thing of the trouble at Tjilatjap he took</span><span> occasion also to remind his guests that</span><span> they were in a neutral country and he</span><span> hoped they would show by their conduct</span><span> that they were worthy of the name of Britons-a sentiment which was warmly applauded.</span></p> <p><span> Tables had already been laid for tea,</span><span> and even before the Consul began to</span><span> speak a hundred people were vigorously</span><span> at work on the food which was literally</span><span> piled in heaps in front of them. I don't</span><span> know how many loaves of bread and</span><span> dishes of potatoes there were on the</span><span> larger tables, but on each of the smaller,</span><span> seating four persons, I counted ten</span><span> whole loaves stacked between two dishes</span><span> of potatoes. These, we presently dis</span><span>covered, were only the decorations. At</span><span> the close of Mr. Campbell's address Jav-</span><span> anese waiters brought soup, thick</span><span> with vegetables ; great chunks of meat</span><span> that looked like buffalo; sweets, and </span><span>what not; capital fare for robust ap</span><span>petites ; but what many poor, tired </span><span>women sighed for was a cup of tea and a little jam to go with the bread and butter. </span></p> <p><span> NATURE V. CIVILISATION.</span></p> <p><span> To many of us the prospect of sleeping</span><span> two in a bed in windowless, practically</span><span> unfurnished cubicles, and scrambling with</span><span> the mob for food served up in this rough</span><span> and ready fashion, was not inviting.</span></p> <p><span> Financial stress left some no option but</span><span> to submit. A few acting on the prin</span><span>ciple that the best is often the cheapest</span><span> resolved to look elsewhere for accommo</span><span>dation. Personally, I felt rather asham</span><span>ed to be one of the deserters, for what</span><span> delicately bred women could endure ought</span><span> surely to be no great hardship to me ;</span><span> but I had a more cogent reason for my</span><span> action. One is not stranded in the</span><span> Dutch Indies every day, and I wanted to</span><span> see as much of the life of the place as possible.</span></p> <p><span> At the Hotel Smaber I had excellent</span><span> opportunities of doing this. There is no</span><span> doubt about the feeling of comfort and</span><span> well-being which the hotels of the East</span><span> inspire. Spaciousness is their Alpha and</span><span> Omega. The glamour which made the</span><span> Java "compound" look so fair in the</span><span> distance was here in vastly greater pro</span><span>fuseness, but there was solid substance</span><span> behind it. In the open space in front</span><span> of the building an orchestra was playing</span><span> -five New South Wales girls, as I subse</span><span>quently discovered, specially engaged for</span><span> the exhibition season. Seated round the</span><span> bandstand was a bright company of</span><span> Europeans, sipping pahits and whisky</span><span> sodas. On the marble terrace tables were</span><span> daintily spread for 9 o'clock dinner.</span></p> <p><span> The social life of Samarang was be</span><span>ginning to unfold itself. Young English</span><span>men, in white suits and straw hats, were</span><span> driving up in motors ; the Dutch were</span><span> arriving in "mylords" or some other kind</span><span> of horse carriage. All were young men;</span><span> I saw no old Europeans in Java. There</span><span> was a cheery and infectious spirit in the</span><span> atmosphere ; the orchestra had struck up</span><span> a ragtime air ; everybody seemed happy ;</span><span> the Java hostelry, with its depressing re</span><span>turn to Nature was forgotten. Our con</span><span>tent increased as we crossed the terrace</span><span> and passed through a succession of read</span><span>ing, writing, and lounge rooms, into an</span><span> extensive garden down the sides of which</span><span> ranged the bedrooms, each with its sit</span><span>ting-room veranda, table and easy chairs,</span><span> and a native boy to answer the bell.</span></p> <p><span> There were merry doings that night at</span><span> dinner and afterwards. The company sang</span><span> to the music when it was possible to do</span><span> so, and when not it danced to it. The</span><span> four days we spent at Samarang are</span><span> days to remember. We saw a good deal</span><span> of Mr. Fitzpatrick, the New South Wales</span><span> Commissioner to the Exhibition. It seems</span><span> a pity that this interesting Exhibition</span><span> should be doomed to failure; the war has</span><span> put its blight upon it. We made the ac</span><span>quaintance, too, of men with big inter</span><span>ests in the Dutch Indies, men who know</span><span> the East from A to Z, who speak Chinese </span><span>and Malay with as much facility as they</span><span> talk English and Dutch hard cases some</span><span> of them, and lavish dispensers of hospitality.</span></p> <p><span> AN INQUISITORIAL EXAMINATION.</span></p> <p><span> On Friday, the 14th instant, Mr. Camp</span><span>bell, the Vice-consul, spent some hours </span><span>with the stranded Britishers, examining</span><span> each one separately as to his means and</span><span> his ability to pay the cost of passage to</span><span> Australia, or to refund it after arrival.</span><span> Generally there was a reluctance to pay</span><span> anything, the contention being that if</span><span> the Norddeulscher Lloyd did not volun</span><span>tarily liquidate the claims, the Aus</span><span>tralian Government ought to take legal</span><span> steps to recover the amount.</span></p> <p><span> Apart from, this, however, few of the</span><span> returning Australians among the passen</span><span>gers were in a position to put down £20</span><span> for a second-class passage, having pro</span><span>vided themselves with only sufficient</span><span> money to see them to their journey's end</span><span> in the ordinary way. Others with paper</span><span> money and letters of credit were as</span><span> awkwardly placed. As for the emigrants,</span><span> the cost of a third-class fare, £6/10/, was</span><span> beyond the resources of the great major</span><span>ity. Barely half a dozen passengers paid</span><span> their own fares; the Consul arranged to</span><span> pay those of the others as far as Bris</span><span>bane, leaving them to make their own</span><span> arrangements for getting from that port</span><span> to their destinations in other States. A</span><span> statement showing each passenger's</span><span> liability to the Consul has been forward</span><span>ed to the Australian Government.</span></p> <p><span> AFTER FOUR DAYS.</span></p> <p><span> On Saturday, the 15th instant, the</span><span> railway authorities made our baggage </span><span>available. We had been parted from it</span><span> for four days. When I left the Roon my</span><span> personal wardrobe, beyond what I stood</span><span> up in, consisted of a typewriter -and a</span><span> pocket comb. Happily, at Samarang, the</span><span> Sydney men I met in the train were</span><span> staying in the same hotel, and a pyjama</span><span> suit from one and a razor from</span><span> the other tided me over till</span><span> the shops opened next morning.</span><span> Nothing will ever induce me again</span><span> to part with my suit case; but the lesson</span><span> comes too late. I have had enough of</span><span> roaming. This was my thirteenth voyage</span><span> between Europe and Australia. Hence-</span><span> forth my wunderlings will be bounded by the Blue Mountains.</span></p> <p><span> EMBARKING FOR AUSTRALIA.</span></p> <p><span> The Dutch packet steamer <span>Houtman</span></span><span> which was expected from Batavia on Sun</span><span>day was delayed in sailing and did not</span><span> reach Samarang until Monday, the 17th</span><span> instant. At 4 o'clock we were taken by</span><span> tender to the ship. Up to this point the</span><span> man of the hour had been the British</span><span> Vice-consul; now it was Mr. J. F. H. de</span><span> Vogel, manager of the Australian branch</span><span> of the Dutch Packet Co. at Batavia, who</span><span> was most in requisition. This was the</span><span> largest single passenger order the com</span><span>pany had ever had to cope with. The</span><span> <span>Houtman</span> practically caters for first-class</span><span> passengers only; there are but 17 berths</span><span> in the second-class, and the accommoda</span><span>tion is limited in other respects. No provision whatever is made for a third class.</span></p> <p><span> Already, of course, Mr. de Vogel had</span><span> been at work. He visited the Roon at</span><span> Tjilatjap, returned to Batavia, came on</span><span> to Samarang by rail, and was now at</span><span> everybody's service, The trouble was</span><span> that everybody wanted him at once</span><span> Third-class passengers who disliked the</span><span> idea of sleeping in the hotel on mat</span><span>tresses laid side by side, the men on one</span><span> deck, the women on another wished to</span><span> negotiate for a cabin of some sort. The</span><span> bulk of the second-class had to be accom</span><span>modated in first-class cabins, which in-</span><span> volved the separation of wives from hus</span><span>bands ; some wished to be transferred to</span><span> the first-class altogether. All these mat</span><span>ters Mr. do Vogel adjusted with despatch</span><span> and urbanity. When everything was</span><span> straightened out the Roon passengers</span><span> were classified as follows.-First-class, 8;</span><span> second, 46 ; third, 104.</span></p> <p><span> Mr de Vogel journeyed with us as far as Soerabaja in order to see us comfort</span><span>ably settled down. Apparently all were</span><span> satisfied. Even the stormy petrels be</span><span>tween decks felt easy. They had but</span><span> one disappointment , they asked for</span><span> whisky, but the captain wisely decided</span><span> that lager beer-in limited quantities</span><span> was better for them. Our united thanks,</span><span> are due to Mr de Vogel and the Dutch</span><span> Packet Co for the consideration shown</span><span> us in somewhat exceptional circumstances</span><span> The total passenger list of the <span>Houtman</span></span><span> on leaving Soerabaja was 216, a record for this steamer</span></p> <p><span> In saying a word of thanks to those</span><span> who befriended us,Mr Campbell, British</span><span> Vice-consul at Samarang, must not be </span><span> forgotten. He was ever at the beck and</span><span> call of passengers A good deal of</span><span> arduous work was thrust upon him, but</span><span> through it all his patience courtesy</span><span> and consideration never faltered .He is</span><span> the kind of man Britons feel proud to</span><span> have as their representative abroad</span></p> <p><span> SORRY PLIGHT OF GERMAN SHIPMATES</span></p> <p><span> So far I have said little or nothing of</span><span> our German shipmates on the Roon</span><span>. Their plight is a sorry one. With the</span><span> assistance of their respective Consuls pas</span><span>sengers of other nationalities have been</span><span> able to resume their voyage to Australia, or as in the case of some Belgians,</span><span> to set out on the return to Europe to</span><span> fight for their country. Only the Ger</span><span>mans remain, some 20 in the second</span><span> saloon, 40 odd in the third class .Some</span><span> of those with whom I came in contact</span><span> were pleasant fellows .Several had been</span><span> home to get married and they have their</span><span> wives with them , rather an unfortunate</span><span> honeymoon.</span></p> <p><span> As soldiers the men feel it their duty</span><span> to return to the Fatherland, but they</span><span> have no means of getting away, and the</span><span> German Consul at Batavia is apparently</span><span> powerless to help them. Some of their</span><span> number were booked to Australia , the</span><span> rest were on their way to Samoa or to</span><span> German New Guinea. At present they can</span><span> neither move forward nor backward ,</span><span> they are virtually prisoners on their own</span><span> country's ship. Their situation is the </span><span>more precarious in as much as provisions</span><span> are running out and there is no telling</span><span> how long the Roon and its crew may</span><span> have to remain at Tjllatlap .At latest</span><span> advices (Soerabaja, August l8) the Ger</span><span>man passengers were living on still</span><span> further reduced rations. Only one kind</span><span> of meal is now served in both classes</span><span> and the supply of milk, sugar, and lager beer has been stopped</span></p> <p><span> War is war, and human nature is</span><span> human nature. Now that we are our</span><span>selves homeward bound-thanks to our</span><span> Dutch friends and the power and pres</span><span>tige of the British name-we may be for</span><span> given the pious hope that a speedy settle</span><span>ment of international differences will en</span><span>able our fellow travellers by the Roon to</span><span> return to civilisation-and lager beer.</span></p> <p><span> Tjilatjap may be in many ways a verit</span><span>able Garden of Eden, but with no cool</span><span> amber draughts to mark the slowly pass</span><span>ing hours our German friends will, I</span><span> fear soon come to look upon it as a</span><span> bad combination of Purgatory and the</span><span> other place <br></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><font size="2">The Argus ,Melbourne</font><p><strong>Tuesday 8 September 1914</strong> </p><p><span> ROON PASSENGERS </span></p> <p><span> ARRIVE BY <span>HOUTMAN</span></span></p> <p><span> Special interest centred in the present visit to</span><span> Melbourne of the Royal Dutch Packet liner </span><span><span>Houtman</span>, which arrived yesterday, owing to her </span><span>having brought from Java the passengers by the </span><span>German mail liner Roon, which vessel, upon </span><span>learning of the outbreak of war between Great</span><span> Britain and Germany, abandoned her intended </span><span>visit to Australia, and was diverted to the neutral </span><span>Dutch port. Of the passengers remaining on </span><span>board the <span>Houtman</span> when she arrived here yesterday the majority were third-class, the whole </span><span>company numbering 30. Several of them are for </span><span>Adelaide, the <span>Houtman</span>, which is on one of her </span><span>usual voyages from Batavia, berthed up the river </span><span>on arrival. She is to leave here for a return trip</span> to the east on Saturday.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><font size="2">Sunday Times ,Perth</font><p><strong>Sunday 13 September 1914</strong> </p><p><span>THE G.M.S. <span>ROON</span> </span></p> <p><span> EXPERIENCES OF THE PASSENGERS</span></p> <p><span> Some Sailing for WA <br></span></p> <p><span> ADELAIDE, Saturday.</span></p> <p><span> Only six adults and two children</span><span> who were <span>Roon</span> passengers boarded the</span><span> Zealandla for WA. They are all third</span><span> class and their names are Mr. Buck</span><span>tosham, Perth, his brother, wife, and</span><span> two children; Mrs. Martin Fremantle;</span><span> Mr. Gollan, Wanneroo; Mr. Arthur</span><span> Brown, North Perth Mr. Gerald L.Scullin, of Boulder; missed the Zèa</span><span>landia at Sydney-There were 124</span><span> passengers on the <span>Roon</span> for Australia.</span></p> <p><span> After leaving Colombo HMS. Swift</span><span> Sure chased the <span>Roon</span>, which for two</span><span> nights had her lights out. The <span>Roon</span> was</span><span> doing 17 knots for three days after</span><span> leavings Colombo. When a change of</span><span> course was noticed the captain ex</span><span>plained that he was going to Java to</span><span> coal. The German officers were sar</span><span>castic, and the captain said he would</span><span> rather wreck the vessel than surren</span><span>der. </span></p> <p><span> When the <span>Roon</span> arrived at Tjilatjap the rations were reduced, and the pas</span><span>sengers were notified that they must</span><span> debark or pay 16s. daily for second</span><span> class and 5s. for third; also a poll tax</span><span> of 25 guilders. The latter was after</span><span>wards apparently waived by the cap-</span><span> tain, who promised to communicate</span><span> with the British Consul, but did not.</span><span> The passengers then wired the Consul</span><span> at Batavia- "100 Britons stranded."</span></p> <p><span> After several debarking and re-</span><span>embarking and considerable trouble,</span><span> the passengers were entrained for</span><span> Samarang, where they arrived after</span><span> several train changes. The Consul (Mr.</span><span> Campbell) at Samarang hired a new</span><span> temporary hotel, erected for the Ex-</span><span> hibition, and did his best to make the</span><span> travellers comfortable, but wanted 8s.</span><span> dally from all able to pay. .</span></p> <p><span> After four days at Samarang 80 </span><span>embarked in a Dutch steamer. There</span><span> was no third-class accommodation,</span><span> and the 'tween decks were used. The</span><span> Dutchmen did all that was possible and were very kind. </span></p> <p><span> In Tjilatjap three Britishers went to</span><span> a Dutch hotel for supper. The land</span><span>lord told them that 12 Germans armed</span><span> with staves and torches were waiting</span><span> to attack them. The landlord and</span><span> servants offered to show them a cir</span><span>cuitous route aboard, where they found</span><span> two Britishers badly hurt. One Brit</span><span>isher challenged any German to a fair</span><span> fight and was locked up. Twenty</span><span> armed Javanese were put aboard the</span><span> <span>Roon</span> to keep order.</span></p><p> </p>
<p> </p><font size="2">The Sydney Morning Herald ,NSW</font><p><strong>Tuesday 29 April 1930</strong> </p><p> </p><p><span> SAILING BY THE MOOLTAN.</span></p> <p><span> At noon to day the P and O Royal mail steamer</span><span> Mooltan will sail from No 20 wharf Pyrmont for</span><span> London via ports. Following is a list of the</span><span> passengers -Mr W F Andrews <span>Mrs</span> Andrews</span><span> <span>Mrs</span> K D Anderson Miss L Anderson Mr R</span><span> Austin <span>Mrs</span> Austin and two children. Miss D M</span><span> Austin Mr J C Buckingham <span>Mrs</span> Beaven <span>Mrs</span></span><span> Burn Miss Burn Miss C Black Mr Blackcby</span><span> Miss Bolton, Mr W G Broad <span>Mrs</span> Broad <span>Mrs</span></span><span> J T Bell Mr J P F Bell Mr C Blogg Mr</span><span> Blogg Mr R Barry Mr E Burbury Mr A</span><span> Behsman <span>Mrs</span> Behsman Mr J P Beveridge <span>Mrs</span></span><span> Beveridge Miss A E Bovd Miss C Boyd, Mr A E</span><span> Bayne Miss M H Bain, Mr J Bateson Captain</span><span> ROS Bates Mr W J Carfrae Mr G M</span><span> Crabbe Mr L Conomos Mr H Cooper Mr</span><span> L J Clarke MIS3 Collins Rev F E Dos etor</span><span> <span>Mrs</span> Dossetcr and two children Mr A J Dadson</span><span> <span>Mrs</span> Dadson Mr A G Dunning Mr R A</span><span> Dallen <span>Mrs</span> Dallen Miss Dallen Mr A E Dun</span><span> can Mr L A Dunningham Mr A A Dalzlell</span><span> Mr J D M Dickson <span>Mrs</span> Dickson Mr E Dalton</span><span> <span>Mrs</span> O E Davier <span>Mrs</span> Eastwood, Miss Eastwood</span><span> Mr T Elsum <span>Mrs</span> H Ford and child Miss Finch</span><span> Mr J Frcyne Mr J W Oay <span>Mrs</span> Gay Mr</span><span> A J Godwin <span>Mrs</span> Godwin, <span>Mrs</span> Gösset Miss</span><span> G Guest <span>Mrs</span> A Waring Gill Mr H W Goodall</span><span> <span>Mrs</span> Goodall, Miss B Goodall Mr H Gagen <span>Mrs</span></span><span> V E M Hollis Mr Harris <span>Mrs</span> Harris Miss Han</span><span> lln Mr S W Horne Mr Hampton <span>Mrs</span> Hampton</span><span> Miss A Harry, <span>Mrs</span> F Honeyman Mr W R Hey</span><span> wood Mr W Laing Hay <span>Mrs</span> Laing Hay, Mr</span><span> Dennis Heath <span>Mrs</span> Dennis Heath Mr W Imrlc</span><span> Mr E James <span>Mrs</span> James Mr W Jack <span>Mrs</span></span><span> Jack Mr D Jones % s Jones Dr A Flemming</span><span> Joyce Mr J D Johnston <span>Mrs</span> Johnston Mr</span><span> A S Jenkin <span>Mrs</span> Jenkin Mr J Nason Jones</span><span> the Rev Ken <span>Mrs</span> W G Kenrick Mr H C Kent, Mr H Krumkha Mr A R Knight <span>Mrs</span></span><span> Knight Sir Jchanglr Kotharl Miss J Lawson Mr</span><span> M Loulsson Mr D B Laycock <span>Mrs</span> Laycock</span><span> Mr O Moselcs Miss D Moore Mr Monro Mr</span><span> D Murphy Mr Mlnford <span>Mrs</span> Mlnford Miss</span><span> Mlnford Mr Marks Mr R. Mathle <span>Mrs</span> Mathie</span><span> <span>Mrs</span> W Mitcham <span>Mrs</span> c Mldrilcmlsse Rev Father</span><span> Martin <span>Mrs</span> I D Martin Mr Desmond Moore</span><span> Mis Moore Mr R Mlnett Miss S R McEwan</span><span> Miss R C McEwan Mr McVeagh the Misses</span><span> Mcvengh (21, <span>Mrs</span> H McDonald <span>Mrs</span> McBcan</span><span> Mr A McQlasson <span>Mrs</span> McGlasson Miss E I</span><span> Notley Miss E Norris Mr B Norton Mr W</span><span> Namegah <span>Mrs</span> Nomegah <span>Mrs</span> Owers, Mr A G</span><span> Palllser Coptoln Howell Price Captain H W</span><span> Picken Mr C Pamphllon <span>Mrs</span> Pamphilon <span>Mrs</span></span><span> E A Purbrlck Miss N I Purbrick r A W</span><span> Robertson, Mr J C Robinson <span>Mrs</span> Robinson Mr</span><span> Rinaldi Mr A J Robertson <span>Mrs</span> Robertson</span><span> Mr J K Ramsay Mr A Robey Mr W Robin</span><span> son Mr E Regan <span>Mrs</span> Regan <span>Mrs</span> E Swincer</span><span> Mr A F Smith <span>Mrs</span> Slaney Mr M O Spence</span><span> i Mr P W Scully <span>Mrs</span> Scully Miss Sansón Miss A Single Mr C Satchell Mr F H Smith Mr</span><span> H O Spry <span>Mrs</span> 8pry Mr Bwlndale <span>Mrs</span> E F</span><span> Bmyth <span>Mrs</span> R G Sargeant <strong>Mr T H <span>Shellard</span></strong></span><span><strong> <span>Mrs</span> <span>Shellard</span></strong> Mr A s Smith Mr E J Slater</span><span> Miss Joan Richmond Smith Mr O D Sheppard</span><span> <span>Mrs</span> Sheppard Miss P Sheppard, <span>Mrs</span> L L Tre</span><span> woekc Rllss F Torode Mr H M Thomas <span>Mrs</span></span><span> Thomas and child Mr v F Treloar Mr H P</span><span> Thrmas Professor T O Tucker <span>Mrs</span> F Thiel</span><span> Miss E M Vincent <span>Mrs</span> J A Wilson Mr Wick</span><span> war Mr C Williams Miss E Whittle Miss L</span><span> Whittle Mr Wightman <span>Mrs</span> William- <span>Mrs</span> T</span><span> a B Weigall Mr D B Wilson <span>Mrs</span> Wilson Mr R G Whytlaw, Commissioner H Whatmore</span><span> Mr« Whatmore Major R, J Well Miss Young</span></p> <div><br></div><p> </p>