One would imagine with rates received from this part it would not be too much to ask the Roads Board to place a fingerpost behind the Mountain Queen directing the way to God’s acre. If they are unable to make a decent road for us to travel when we are paying the last tribute to our dear parted ones, the least we can ask is that directions be posted to avoid the unpleasant contretemps of last Saturday. Again we have to chronicle the passing away of one more of the “old brigade.” that old brigade to whom Westralia owes so much, the pioneers of the mining industry. It seems almost a paradox that those hardy veterans who blazed the track, along which progress and prosperity followed, should almost invariably in the gloaming of their day, meet with the frowns instead of the smiles of fortune. Even the town with all to thank them for, look askance on the old warriors. God’s peace to you, the track blazers.
Though the town in its pride may despise you,
Tho’ its people your ways may condemn.
Your country who judges will prize you.
Tis’ to you she has looked, not to them,
For where progress encounters resistance.
Her far away outposts you keep.
Knowing nought of the joys of existence,
Whilst sowing that others may reap.
Who among the prospectors of the South Yilgarn but did not know
Tommy King, the battler of the battlers, eccentric, for who has had the hardship of prospecting with the environs and the ever dreary expectancy of the bushland but becomes eccentric. But with a man of sterling integrity, always remembering a kindness, never forgetting a friend, never forgetting his manhood and with that sturdy independence incidental to the members of the track blazers. Never looking for wages as long as he had enough to satisfy his everyday wants, always looking for that chimerical fortune, which alas! so seldom comes, satisfied he was doing his best. God rest his soul. He had carried the pioneer’s burden north, south, and the east, and the west unknown to his spirit that reward life brings with its Yuletide of rest, struggling ever that theme coming after who
knew not the cares he had known in
idleness, joy, song, and laughter, should reap of the seed he had sown.
NOTE: Tommy’s full name was – Thomas Christopher Nunn KING