Travel: To Robe
The Ninnes family continued their journey south travelling, I presume, close by the banks of the Murray River. There are a number of entries from the Thomas Ninnes diaries that describe the Ninnes party’s journey along the Murray and down the coast and I’ve included some extracts in this story.
We jump on our mini bus, drive over the bridge and take the road south to Wellington, tracking the Ninnes likely path. I feel that the Ninnes group had significantly more adventures on their trek, whether good or not.
Reached the Wellington on a Hot, thirsty day and took a little ??? at the Publick House. We crossed the Murray on the Punt two drays at a time. There is a strong cable rope fastenedat each side of theRiver at the LandingPlaces drawn tight across the River. It Runs over Rowlers at the Bulwarks of the Punt. The Mens pulls it at the rope and the stronger you pull it the faster the Punt goes. A fine sheet of soft water you could see that it was Running towards the Sea by anything on the surface of the water. About one quarter of a mile wide. The Porter caused him rash words between the relatives.

We take the modern-day version of the cable ferry at Wellington. Our men stay put in the mini bus and make no effort to pull on any cables. Nevertheless, we make it across the river in no time and drive on to Meningie, where we make a morning tea stop.
We reached the Policemens wells, Graths Flat the Coorong. A good many blacks they gote us plenty of nice fish for flour, sugar and tea.
We drive past Policeman Point, tea bags in hand, but no sign of anybody to swap them for fish!
We went through the desert, a scrubby, sandy poor country to Salt Creek where Malady Martin Murdered Maria Nanaman (???) for her money and buried her in a wombat hole. We reached Maria (???) Creek where the blacks murdered and ate the crew of a wrecked ship in the early days. Reached Tilley Flats. Our cat we took from the Burra we lost here. Possibly killed with wild dogs of something of the kind.
We pass the Salt Creek settlement, which appears to consist of only a general store (which may or may not be operating) then turn for a lunch stop beside Pipe Clay Lake, a desolate looking salt flat, to my eye.

A little further on we stop by Chinamans Well, a feat of early engineering by the Chinese. (Though there are some who dispute the well was built by the Chinese at all.) This area was on the route the Chinese immigrants made from South Australia to the Victorian goldfields. Maybe everybody else in the world already knew this, but the Chinese used to land in South Australia and travel to Victorian to avoid the £10 poll tax imposed by Victoria. In terms of high taxes, it seems like Victoria has always been a leader. (South Australia eventually followed Victoria’s lead on the poll tax, and that eventually shut down the Chinese migration route through South Australia, as they then travelled directly to Victoria.)
For us, onward to Kingston and then to Robe. We’ll meet up with the Ninnes journey in a couple of days when we’re back on our bikes.
