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When you visit the shop you can choose from the 'free book shelf'. Mail order - we will try to add in a free book if it does not increase the postage.

It is important that we get support for our books from our readers. Hesperian does not get taxpayer funding.

Many millions of dollars have been mis-spent on unreadable novels and plainly irrelevant and obnoxious propaganda.

There is no other publisher like us in Australia concentrating on REAL Australian history and people.

Hesperian books will stand the test of time.

But if we do not get buyer support we may not be around too long after our 50 years anniversary.  

Obituary

Yvonne Coate 1937-2022.
 

Yvonne was born at Donnybrook on December 31st, 1937. At the age of five, her parents took up a dairy farm at Margaret River. Later, Yvonne married Kevin and many exciting adventures followed starting with a seven year honeymoon in N.Z. where three of their four children were born. On their return to W.A. they added their fourth.

Yvonne and Kevin were very much a team. They ran a specialty food shop in Garden City before starting up a natural-history-based tour company called, Coate Wildlife Tours (that is still operating today). Added to that, Yvonne volunteered at a women’s night shelter and drove the Canning City pensioner bus.

She was a founding member of the Western Australian Genealogical Society as well as the inaugural editor of the Society’s journal, The Western Ancestor for three years. Combining both interests of the outback and pioneer history, Yvonne (and Kevin) started researching, locating and recording the lonely graves of W.A. Together with Hesperian Press, Yvonne published a number of important books that have been of enormous value to genealogists and historians delving into our pioneering past. In 2009, Yvonne was awarded the Order of Australia Medal (OAM) for her service to the community. In 2014, she was elected a Life Fellow of the Western Australian Genealogical Society.

Yvonne's great love and priority was to her family. The happy times

camping, picnicking and canoeing continued into her children’s adult life, joining them on trips into the Goldfields, Kimberley, Anne Beadell Highway plus further afield to Africa and Europe. In later years, they tagged along with a wonderful group, 4x4 driving into the remote wide blue yonder.

(from the memento mori booklet)

Yvonne and Kevin’s contribution to the recording of critical aspects of Western Australian history is unique. They produced volumes that would have, and did, daunt, well-funded government and academic institutions. There is nothing else like it elsewhere in Australia and I am unaware of similar anywhere in the world.

Honouring our people and pioneers by recording their lonely graves and the incidents of terror, starvation, deprivation and loneliness which led them to their final rest in the unhallowed earth of a savage land, was half a life’s work and will be their monument forever.

She will be greatly missed.

Peter Bridge OAM

14 December 2022.


 

Battle of Kapyong.

ISBN 978-0-85905-964-0, (R. 2022), A4, illustrated, 19 pages, 90 grams, $22.00*

A critical battle in Korea where Australians held the line.

Brumby Leake and John Connaughton Revisited.

by Peter J. Bridge

ISBN 978-0-85905-965-7, (New, 2022) A5, 8 pages, 30 grams, $10.00*

Further interesting information on Brumby Leake and John Connaughton from the old files.

Connaughton was with Rudall on the Calvert relief expedition, but little was known of his life.

A few scattered references when brought together give a fresh and vivid view of the hard lives of the men who built the nation. 

Closing in on the Kimberley. 1819-1884.

Exploration of Western Australia’s Kimberley Region and the Adjoining Victoria River District of Northern territory.

Edited by Ned Overton.

ISBN 978-0-85905-950-3, (New, 2022), 165 x 240, casebound, 730 pages, heavily illustrated, with maps. Fully indexed, 2kg, $220.00*

A magnificent volume on the early exploration of the Kimberley and NT Victoria River region. Little known expeditions and explorers. Contains the near complete suite of geologist E.T. Hardman’s sketches and watercolours.  

This volume documents the interplay between 1819–1884 of exploration of the Kimberley region and adjoining Victoria River District. From early on, expeditions established different settlement patterns between Kimberley’s eastern and western halves.

Main categories of exploration included appraisal of pastoral lands, topographical, hydrographical and geological surveys and prospecting for precious metals. All but prospecting generally yielded detailed reports, commonly in diary format, mostly with maps of varying accuracy, some in colour. These records are compiled here.

One noteworthy feature of this first Kimberley volume – from an era predating printed photographs – is a collection of Edward Hardman’s 1883–84 watercolour and pastel sketches, many of them full-page, together with the copied etchings. Another highlight is a full translation of the shorthand diary of John Pentecost, ‘Stumpy’ Durack’s 1882 expedition navigator.

All the precursors of Western Australia’s first gold rush are documented; the rush was about to begin.

The Murder of Constable Fletcher. Knifed at Broome by a Manillaman.

by Peter J. Bridge.

ISBN 978-0-85905-961-9, (new, 2022), A4, 40 pages, illustrated, 150 grams, $25.00*

The scum of the pearling seas protected by woke politics a century ago. Broome was a hellhole of warring asiatics and sometimes a White man got in the way. The bravest policeman man in the North was knifed in the throat by a drunken Phillipino.

Outpost People of the Outback.

W. Sprague Holden.

ISBN 978-0-85905-969-5, (1957 R 2022), A4, illustrated, 12 pages, 80 grams, $22.00*

Holden, an American professor studying aspects of Australian culture was part of a tour of business people through the NW of WA just before the iron ore business changed that ‘timeless land’ forever. 

Piracy of the schooner Gift. Murderous Macassans at Condon in 1872.

Peter J. Bridge.

ISBN 978-0-85905-960-2, (New, 2022), A4, 23 pages, 100 grams, $22.00*

Macassans murdered sailors on the Gift and stole the vessel back to Indonesia. Later George Roe tracked them down, recovered the schooner and the ringleaders were hanged. 

Recollections From The Coast – Remember old North Beach, Trigg, Watermans Bay and Marmion.

Chris Holyday.

ISBN 978-0-85905-956-5, (New, 2022), A4, 148 pages, heavily illustrated,  620 grams, $40.00*

Chris Holyday has completed a follow up book to Between Beach and Bush. Contains all new content and never seen before photos and stories supplied by pioneer families of the north coast. The Hamersleys, the Watermans, the Mettams, the Newlands, the Riley family and others have opened up their family albums to tell their stories.

The many changes we have seen, in over 300 priceless photos over 23 chapters and 140 pages, are in this new book, along with early houses and shops histories, fishing shacks history and early Scarborough/Trigg surfing history from the 1950s.

Postage:

$11.90 Perth area. $13.25 Australia wide

Richard ‘Diesel Dick’ Hanson.

by Peter J. Bridge

ISBN 978-0-85905-970-1, (New, 2033), A4, illustrated, 13 pages, 85 grams, $22.00*

Dick was a NW truckie from an old Derby family. He became a legend of the North after the war, being ‘on the manganese’ trucks to Port Hedland. His goodwill and cheeriness made him popular among all those on the road in those hard times. 

The Round House 1831-1856.

The early years of Western Australia’s oldest building – and how it survived.  

Steve Errington.

ISBN 978-0-85905-945-9, (New, 2022), 165 x 240, 144 pages, French flaps cover, well illustrated colour, indexed, 380 grams, $35.00.

Fremantle Gaol, better known as the Round House, was built in 1830, was nearly demolished in 1922 but one hundred years later survives as an iconic Fremantle building and a popular tourist attraction.

Dr Steve Errington, one of its volunteer guides and himself a past president of the Royal WA Historical Society, has now completed a three-year investigation of its construction and a detailed study of the 2400+ individual inmates responsible for 3600+ incarcerations. The former relied on two key documents held by the State Records Office, the second revealed an unexpected range of inmates, some of whom were not actually prisoners.

It confirmed a world of universal hard labour, severe punishments for small offences but few deaths in custody.

Although not built with WA’s original inhabitants in mind, before it was abolished as a gaol in 1856 it housed 400+ Aboriginals, generally for short terms. These numbers would have been higher but for the erection in 1848 of a ‘Native Prison’ in St Georges Terrace, Perth – one of many surprising revelations of the study.

The final chapter – the longest – combines an investigation of the post-1856 uses of the building with a report of the struggle for its survival and recognition of key players in the battle.

The book is generously illustrated in colour and is thoroughly referenced and indexed. 

The Ship’s Parrot.

Kent Stewart.

ISBN 978-0-85905-949-7, (New, 2022), B5, 101 pages, full colour illustrated, 290 grams, $40.00*

Kent Stewart first set foot in a ship’s engine room at the age of four. At the age of 12 he had his first trip to sea on a sixty-miler. It seemed inevitable that he would eventually go to sea as a ship’s engineer. He grew up on an engineering works, served his fitting and turning apprenticeship at a dockyard, went to sea as an engineer and finally established a marine engineering consultancy. He has spent his whole working life in the maritime industry. He has tug master’s certificates in NSW and Queensland and laughingly tells his deck acquaintances that he has two masters certificates. 

Needless to say, he has a world of experience in marine matters but more importantly he remembers most of it. Where he can’t remember it, he can spin a yarn that has an element of truth to it. This collection of articles was published by Baird Publications in their Workboat World/Ausmarine magazines over a number of years. They have been chosen for their entertainment value and as a friend once said “you have to write them down”, no-one would believe you.

Direct from author. Be quick. A small run.

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A Tale of the goldfields. The Afghan Curse. (The joys of multiculturalism.)

by James H. O’Brehoun.

ISBN 978-0-85905-968-8, (1930s R 2022), A4, 24 pages, 110 grams $22.00*

The criminal abduction of 14 years old Charlotte Grigo by an Afghan camel jockey in 1895 created a great uproar on the Coolgardie goldfields. This is the now unknown story of the Grigo family before they came to WA. The abduction and statutory rape of the child led to a series of murders and was one of the incidents which led to the great nationalist awakening and the Restricted Immigration Policy of Federation. It is story which should be remembered as such attacks are being normalised  and approved by the utterly degenerate political class.

This Fearful Plague.

Bubonic Plague in Western Australia. 1900 to 1906.

By Michelle McKeough.

ISBN 978-0-85905-959-6, (New, 2022), 160 x 240, 124 pages, well illustrated, 220 grams, $35.00*

Throssell’s ‘V.C.”

Captain Donald MacLean AIF

ISBN 978-0-85905-943-5, (R.2022), A4, 17 pages, illustrated. 90 grams, $22.00*

The story of how Hugo Throssell won his VC, by one who was with him.

Through the Nor’-West on a Side Saddle.

by Daisy M. Bates.

ISBN 978-0-85905-967-1, (R1902, 2022), A4, 38 pages, indexed, 140 grams $25.00*

We found that the version we published several years ago was but an abbreviated description of Daisy Bates’ 1902 droving trip from Broome to the Opthalmia Range. Now the full version is found and published. This is a vibrant record of a major droving foray with the only thing missing being the swear words or their equivalent from dealing with fools and poor facilities. Times change, and while the idiot brigade will decry her choice of terms for the native assistants, their providential and effective help may have started her interest in their life and stories. 

Tom and Pat

The story of Tom and Pat Fleming, Centralian Pioneers and Missionaries to the Warlpiri People of Australia.

 Ivan Jordan OAM and Ed Kingston.

ISBN 978-0-85905-941-1, (New, 2022), 165 x 240, French flaps cover, 131pages, well illustrated, colour, 350 grams, $35.00.

Diary. Walker Brothers Prospecting Expedition 1913.

Edited and annotated by by Jeremy Long and David Nash.

ISBN 978-0-85905-727-1, (New, 2022), 165 x 240, casebound, 180 pages, well illustrated in colour, with maps, indexed, 600grams, $90.00*

The annals of Australian land exploration include many expeditions remembered for misfortune, inexperience, or poor bushcraft. None of this applies to the eight months in 1913 when Chris Walker (1861–1930) led his brother Arthur and two other men (Crofts and Everett) prospecting by camel from Ryan’s Well (north of Alice Springs) west and southwest to Wiluna. The aim was to investigate ‘unknown country’ between the routes of previous desert explorers.  The party proceeded carefully, by scouting ahead for water before moving all the camels and equipment on from a known water source. They had no serious misadventures, and Chris Walker sent his diary and map to Canberra with its negative findings of any ‘mining or pastoral worth’. Their only backers were themselves and the Commonwealth Government, and both apparently had no interest in self-promotion. The report was eclipsed by the Great War (WWI), and although the WA section was serialised in a Perth newspaper in 1934, it has been largely overlooked.

Yet Walker’s competent journal includes numerous geological and natural history observations, and several interesting particular notes relating to Aborigines. Walker’s records are the earliest of what was later called Lake Mackay, well before the 1930 sighting by Mackay’s aerial survey.

The book includes maps, and photographs illustrating the route and the people. There are seven appendices, with biographies of the expedition members, a history of the recognition of Lake Mackay, a summary of the flora mentioned, and three indexes.

Western Australian Exploration 1846-1860.

Edited by Sheryl Milentis.

ISBN 978-0-85905-888-9, (New, 2022), 165 x 240, Casebound, 648 pages, well illustrated, with maps, fully indexed, 1.7 kg, $170.00*

The long awaited volume completing the explorations of the southern portions of the state.

The third and largest companion volume to Western Australian Exploration Volume 1 1826–1835 and Volume 2 1836­­–1845. Volume 3 has been dedicated to the Gregory brothers who undertook many of the expeditions between Albany and Champion Bay and were instrumental in opening up the Murchison to agriculture.

Each expedition has a synopsis including participants, departure and finish dates and places, an outline of the route, a summary of the journey, topographical map references and the archival sources reproduced from original reports, letters and diaries with extensive maps and images.

Includes earlier land explorations by Menzies (1791) and Flinders (1802)

Short biographical notes on the participants and footnotes. Appendices for botany and zoology with notes on fishes. A brief history on the military influences in Shark Bay. Sailing directions for Shark Bay and a detailed account of the spearing of Governor Fitzgerald.

A comprehensive index of people, places, ships with a selected general index. 

Geological and mining library for sale.

My library of some 60 years of collecting must be disseminated to the wider world.

I can categorically state that this is the best privately held library in Australia of this material.

Such items will never come on the market again.

It covers many countries from America, north and south, Africa, Europe, Asia, and especially Australia. Much Australian material goes back to the 1850s, while the world wide items go back to the 1890s. Covers all aspects of geology and mineralogy. Much is general. Much is collectable.

With lighting installed in my new shed and raring to go, I am at present unpacking the mountain of cartons which have been stored for several decades.

The extent is too large to list. Perhaps if anyone has a specific interest in a country or subject they can query me. Offers accepted for the bulk collection.

Peter J. Bridge, mineralogist.

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WAM BAM.
April 2022
 

Visiting the new WA Museum in October last, I was surprised by the flurry of flunkys cockroaching around.

The building is of that brutalist design which is the mark of many recent vomitous buildings in Western Australia and bears the same relationship to spiritually uplifting architecture as does sodomite fancy to heterosexual love.

The exhibits, without rational planning, are higgledy piggledy, or more precisely like a pig sty of dead cultural leftovers without any connectivity for anyone whose interest rises above the evanescent pages of twatter and faecesbook.

Since a fleeting visit some months ago the minerals exhibit has had a partial relabelling, so someone must have finally realised that 'pickabox' is not very educational and utterly irrational. There is an immense distance to go from the current choose a colour/shape and find out what it is, to a display that is both mentally stimulating and aesthetically attractive. Just like in the gallery of irrelevancies juxtaposed in an insoluble snakes and ladders puzzle the part time conceptualists and full time sodomites have no idea who or what is on the other side of the glory hole.

One notes that, appropriately, the Hoax of the Twentieth Century gets several windows of its own among the all-pervading stench of local tribalism. The glorification of 50,000 years of devolution to give social misfits and ring-ins an antipodean sense of 'we wuz kangs' has little attraction for the rest of us.

We had all hoped that the new WAM might be a priceless ornament to both our history and culture. Few realised that underneath the government hype the core was as rotten as it could ever be.

Just as the destructive rampage of the 'Dr' D&C through the National Museum and other once high cultural centres ended in tears, of rage, this abomination will go the same way. In the meantime the potential intellectual growth and enjoyment of thousands of children will be thwarted. Hopefully some of those will wake from the wokes imposed upon them and take a sword and noose to the fleeing destructionists.

The Museum had/has immense collections of interest which have been secreted away. Or have they been destroyed as politically unsuitable, like the hundreds of thousands of rare books that once adorned the State Library? The mineral displays are ridiculous for a state which owes its wealth to its mineral resources. Those displays of ~70 years ago educated and lifted me to greater things. What has happened to the world class antique arms collections? What a drawcard they would be. I covered some of these problems in The Ontology of Book Burning.

We need answers to these questions. We need a stocktake to discover where the collections have gone and a public enquiry into the burying and stealing of our patrimony. Could the WAM survive a stocktake by independent auditors? In preparation they have been rewriting the catalogues via digitisation so that all will look clean.

Life is not long enough to waste more than a quick spin to receive an unwanted visual emetic that is the WAM displays. This is cultural pornography and as it targets children, it is actually culturally paedophilic to its core. I give the internal 'structure' about 12 months before its collapse, as citizens awake to the waste of hard earned dollars and the poison that it unleashes on the defenceless schoolchildren that are herded through this Molochian horror, on the way to the immolation of their capacity to think and derive knowledge useful to their future.

The current government of culturally ignorant parvenus will bitterly regret allowing the pretentious scum of the new weaponised pseudo-social 'sciences' to control the agenda and waste near billions of the citizen's assets in their sick abusive propaganda exercise. Generosity (with the taxpayers $) towards those southland gypsies, who like their relations, have no interest in principles, only the principal; and it never stops.

I delayed publishing this critique while I corresponded with the Museum Director, or more correctly, the CEO. Responsible Directors with appropriate training in science and administration have not been seen in the WAM for many years.

Many of our readers have queried as to why our books are not on sale in the WAM toyshop as they were in the earlier State Library Bookshop. Possibly under the rubric of saving the shekels for the building programme, all our books were removed from all WA Museum outlets in WA. That in Kalgoorlie had once flourished. A long and somewhat acrimonious tit for tat led nowhere. The intensity of pissy fits in the WAM indicate that there is more than mere economics to our boycott and that a psychosexual imbalance corrodes their world view. It appears that somewhere in that cannibal food chain is a cabal of creatures whose company I would like to both avoid, but see, at a distance, impaled on a stake. That would satisfy forever their anal instincts.

Recently we published a book by an ex WAM staff member. He was told that if the book had been published by anyone other than Hesperian they would have stocked it. When the CEO was informed of this he 'lost his cool.' He objects to my use of the term 'boycott', but he just smells it differently. Attempts to get to the real reasons behind the boycott have not succeeded. Perhaps my earlier writings have impacted on the sorry set of vicious and vocal degenerates that seem to emerge everywhere lately. Suffice to say, again, that something is very rotten in the WA Museum and its parent body, the Arts Department.

The government agenda is that of a flowering of the 'long march through the institutions' and placing the wokes and wackos into positions of power which cannot be removed except by extensive cauterisation. This sickness of Mc$hit has corrupted the entire Western world and the smell of burning flesh in the chastisements to come will be all pervading.

The following essay, creative writing, but not fantasy, reveals the sickness and suggests a cause. Germs rarely affect a healthy organism. With un-healthy there is only death, and that is incurable.

A Dead Man's Land on the Highway of Death.

By Peter the Painter.

September 2021.

The cultural and architectural chimera that is the new WA Museum – Boola Bardip – Place of Lies – is a place cursed for both whites and blacks.

Built on a hill overshadowing the city, on top of the old Perth Gaol and its gallows where dozens of men, and women, were executed between 1851 and 1887, it is also where some of the aboriginal dead were dumped instead of being carted to the East Perth Cemetery.

Cursed now for the white man as it is a direct cultural attack on those who built the nation.

Cursed twice as it is the place of death and non-sacralised burial of ancient bulya men.

Thrice cursed as a haunting place for the teratophiliac degenerates who planned, designed and built such an 'abomination of desolation.'

I forecast, or is it a prediction, that it will be devoid of patrons by the end of the year, 2022. Once the Old Museum invigorated by multiple visits. Now one visit is enough the last a lifetime, of regret, at having wasted a precious hour.

Our dictatorial governments of ignorant upstarts think that $ and diktats alone can run a nation.

But they have destroyed the cohesiveness of our culture, throwing us all to the dingos on the death path.

When bones were found during the excavations for the foundations they were quickly and quietly spirited away, never to be seen or discussed again.

When, in 2021, answers were demanded from both the state pathologist and the coroner, the researcher was told that it was none of his business.

This, protecting an institution which has secreted the skull of Pigeon, a vicious cannibal killer who was bulleted in 1897. A cult heroicising this foul creature has infested the lower levels of the anthropology and land rights bowel movements. It is identical to that of Yagan, another killer & cannibal who met his bullet long ago.

The cover up is on – the bones were human and aboriginal.

The Museum, despite all the crowing and promotions, is built on the Bones of Dead Men.

My ancestors, both white and black, would look with distaste upon the thrice cursed hill of death, our colonial Golgotha.

My white convict ancestors would have known some of those whites hung to death there.

My black ancestress was related by blood to natives hung on the bloody gallows.

The gallows on the hill overlooked the city centre, where is the omphalos of our city, directly down to the river, along a highway of death, our own El Camino de la Muerte (Don Quixote).

All traditional cultures have a knowledge of spirituality, of spirits good and bad, and despite the trappings of modernity they are still there, rumbling away beneath the surface like the fires of dormant volcanoes.

We can only measure the baleful aspects of these influences as a whole, individually they can be dismissed, but the effects of accumulation, never.

The Chinese call their understanding of this, feng shui. Paradoxically we are more familiar with this concept than we are of the almost lost divinatory arts of our own Celtic ancestors and that of the little studied aboriginal boolya and kaidatcha men.

These emanations curse the activities and well-being of all who venture to live or work where they are in force.

The death spirits flow directly downhill along Beaufort and Barrack Streets where they are bottled up in that canyon of death and ricochet among the buildings down to Barrack Square on the river.

They also flow westwards along James and Francis Street to encompass the double-hexagoned Art Gallery of poisonous 'degenerate art' and the State Library, which specialises in burning books, and then to the coven of brothels, opium dens, gambling and clip joints that made up Northbridge. Now a scene of tribal feuding and maiming. Yagan Square, another nomenclatural fetish, has collapsed as a harbinger of all associated with the imposition of cannibal culture. Right among this was the shop of the Chinese merchant whose daughter was horribly murdered in 1926 and dumped in the river. Northbridge has always been a hell-hole of vice and death. Nothing really changes, just that we do not see the hidden history or sense the planned puerility of a sick society.

Directly opposite the Old Gaol/Museum is a 'glory hole' of the denizens of Sodom and all that entails. Several years ago the Museum accepted, with some alacrity, as a 'valuable cultural object', an old filth stained toilet door. It had a hole at a 'convenient height' through which deviants could entertain each other anonymously. When the Museum opened they positioned an isolated solitary door, with a large hole in the middle, in the centre of the 5 metre wide Beaufort Street entrance, conveniently located directly opposite the glory hole, as a hidden sign of community between the two cesspools. The connection of degeneracy and the Museum is marked. Just a few years ago the pink and green neon signs on the Beaufort street wall openly promoted such. Given the intense direct relationship of faggotism with paedophilia it would be most unwise for parents to let their children freely wander around the Museum buildings and grounds.

Next there was the Canterbury Court carpark, an architectural eyesore of rotting concrete, now demolished and replaced with the equally financially disastrous Northbridge Centre collapsed into another car park. These are opposite the old Police Courts and cells where generations of unfortunates were initiated into the realities of the system before final incarceration at Fremantle Gaol or Rottnest.

Over the rail bridge on the east is the proto-'Godzilla' of Western Power. In Barrack Street, near the corner, is the hotel destroyed by the local mafia, now with a rebuilt facade disguising that cultural crime.

Next the site on the SW corner of Murray street of the old State Taxation bank that was robbed of £11,000 in about 1962, by a rising star of political and underworld crime, Ray O'Connor, best friend of 'Daphne' Court, gunman and military intelligence operator of the nearby Beehive Tearooms, and later brothel operator, disgraced former Premier of WA, and a suspect in the murder of fellow whoremongerer Shirley Finn.

All along here seedy untenanted shops exist in an economic shadow with little of the wealth of the lateral byways sticking to them. Such places, abandoned by the locals, become the habitat of dozens of culturally alien eating places, existing only by selling to each other.

On the next corner is the convict built Town Hall, now merely a remnant figurehead of our cohesiveness, almost abandoned. No life exists there. Opposite, the underground Alhambra Bar, remembered only for the unfortunate death on the stairs of one of our foremost song men, the poet 'Crosscut' Wilson.

Next the site of the old R & I bank, creator of the closest got by this state to economic sovereignty, killed off by a creature of Canberra operating for alien financial interests.

Outside this a bronze plaque marks the spot where the city was proclaimed by the ritual execution of a gum tree, the harbinger of the destruction to follow.

Then the old Treasury, now whored out at high prices to international interests. On this corner is the hidden & unrecognized omphalous of the City.

Directly over the Terrace stands a bronze statue of Alexander Forrest, a smart financial operator, and if one carefully examines the gun over his shoulder the metaphysical notches indicate the number of natives shot on his expeditions.

The highway then encompasses the Perth City Council offices, headquarters of our own home grown mafia and destroyers of life in the city. Also once, and possibly now, the Pentagon of the South, operating the North West Cape electronic antennas controlling the nuclear submarines patrolling the oceans with atomic death. Hidden in the nearby jungle is the Supreme Court where for many life was destroyed by costumed cabalists. Opposite, the great greenness has been replaced by the sterile establishment of the black castles of Elizabeth Quay, where few dare to traverse their courts.

The Bell Tower, a southern neo-Gothic edifice, with reflections of Gaudi, whose great bells are silenced by the overwhelming encroachment, now appears as a sad and lonely monument, like a long meaningless menhir of old Europe.

The end of the Canyon is the development of Barrack Square, fingering into the river, where life is one disaster after another for the hoodwinked tenants.

Here the spirits are finally thwarted from their attempts to escape down river to fly to their final resting place of Kurannup, and so echo back, shattering any possible peace and stability on the Highway of Death.