Gold and Grit: The Shelley Family’s Legacy in Western Australia

NOTE: Unless stated, all photographs are supplied by Arthur Coopes.

Arthur George Shelley (1841-1925)
and Mary Clarissa Shelley (nee Walker) (1849-1912)

Mary Clarissa and Arthur George, ca 1905

Mary Clarissa and Arthur George, ca 1905

This is the story of the Shelley family, from their time in Kerang, Victoria, through their move to Western Australia during the 1890s t0 the WA Goldfields and the earlier times of their lives in WA. Arthur Henry Coopes, great-grandson of Arthur George and Mary Clarissa Shelley, kindly shared his family story with us back in 2005. This is an excerpt of the family story which he wrote to supplement the book, “The Shelley Family”, compiled by Jean Stewart of “Kenmore Park”, Kenmore, Queensland.

Background: For those not familiar with the story of the Shelleys in Australia, I shall briefly outline their early history. It may help set the scene for the story that follows.

The Reverend William Shelley left England in 1798 to work for the London Missionary Society as an artisan missionary in the islands of the South Pacific Ocean. After many adventures, he moved to the colony of New South Wales, married Elizabeth Bean and the couple settled in Parramatta around 1806.  They had seven children of whom six lived to mature years.  Three sons, William, George and Rowland, were involved in exploration and land settlement in south-eastern NSW and north-eastern Victoria, in particular in the Tumut area and along the upper Murray River.  The three daughters, Lucy, Elizabeth and Mary, married into well-known and influential families of the early NSW colony, and the stories of those families form a large part of the history of the larger Shelley family too. Jean Stewart’s book covers all of the above stories thoroughly.

The “Western Australia” Shelley family line descends from Rowland Shelly and his first wife, Maria Brillia Louisa PETERS who had eleven children, Emmeline, John Darlford, Arthur George (the “western” forbear), Alice Elizabeth Mary, Jane Draper, Kathleen, Susannah Maria, Elizabeth (died as an infant), Benjamin, Lucy and Robert (also died as an infant). Rowland spent much of his life on properties along the central/upper Murray River in NSW and Victoria. After Maria died in 1877, Rowland married the much younger Julia TALL.  They lived in Sydney, where Rowland died in 1888, and had three more children. During the latter years of his life, he appears to have corresponded frequently with his son Arthur George, who was to be the executor of his will.

The ages of the fourteen children fathered by Rowland spanned 48 years!

The “Western” Shelleys – Origins

We have little “hard” information about Arthur George Shelley before he came to Kerang, Victoria, around 1870. It is possible that he had some association with the Patchell family, who settled in Kerang in 1857 and went on to become very influential citizens of the district for many decades to come. They would have come to Kerang around the same time that Rowland Shelley and his family were living relatively nearby in northern-central Victoria. A son of that family, Woodford John Williams PATCHELL was subsequently to become Arthur George’s brother-in-law, by marriage.

A better starting point is Parker Newton WALKER, about whose origins we have far more information. Parker Newton Walker was a wool merchant who emigrated from Huddersfield, Yorkshire, to Victoria on the ship “Serampore” in July 1852.  He was accompanied by his second wife, Clarissa (nee Baggaly), their four children (Herbert Osborne, Bernard Oswald, Mary Clarissa and Hilda Maria Harding Walker), and the two children of his first wife, Mary Ann (nee Robinson), Percy Nicholson and Theresa Stuart Walker. Parker Newton Walker kept a detailed diary of his family’s journey from England to Melbourne, which is now in the care of Geoff Griffiths, grandson of Arthur George’s daughter, Maude.

Clarissa Walker (nee Baggaly), ca 1880

Clarissa Walker (nee Baggaly), ca 1880

Parker Newton Walker, ca 1858     

Parker Newton Walker, ca 1858

Shortly after he arrived in Melbourne in October 1852 and after finding living conditions there at the time to be very poor, Parker Newton Walker and his family moved on to Launceston, Van Diemen’s Land (Tasmania), in November 1852.  He went into a business partnership that was formally terminated in July 1853, after which he returned to Melbourne. His registered occupation in 1856 to 1862 was as a woolbroker in Melbourne, and he appears to have lived in its inner suburbs until his death in April 1864. Parker’s second daughter, Mary Clarissa, married Arthur George Shelley on 3 December 1872.

Arthur George and Mary Clarissa Shelley in Kerang, Victoria

Arthur George Shelley, ca 1880 

Arthur George Shelley, ca 1880

Mary Clarissa Shelley, ca 1880

Mary Clarissa Shelley, ca 1880

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shortly after their marriage, Arthur George and Mary Clarissa undertook the first of two significant instances of caring for the orphaned children of other family members. They undertook the care of Ann Patchell, the 2-year-old daughter of James Maillard Patchell, a brother of Mary’s brother-in-law, Woodford Patchell, after James’ wife, Ellen, had died during the birth of her next child, Ellen Theresa (Nellie). Arthur and Mary’s first daughter, Hilda, was born a few months later. Ann was three years older, almost to the day, than Hilda and became, therefore, virtually a ‘big sister’ to Hilda and subsequently to the other Shelley children.

Arthur George and Mary Clarissa first lived in Kerang near the Patchell home. Their own permanent home, “Riverside”, on the banks of the Loddon River that flows through Kerang, was built by them in about 1885. Today, it is now Kerang’s Historical Museum.

 

Riverside, with children and horse, ca 1893

Riverside, with children and horse, ca 1893

Mary Clarissa’s (half) sister, Theresa, died quite young (in 1879), and Mary Clarissa and Arthur George, in the second instance of caring, subsequently accepted a lot of the responsibility for the family of the widowed father. I understand that the eight Patchell and five Shelley children grew up virtually as brothers and sisters at “Riverside”.

Roland – c 1893

Roland – c 1893

Maude,Lucy, Hilda & Jessie – c 1888 

Maude, Lucy, Hilda & Jessie – c 1888

Little more than the above is known about the Arthur George & Mary Clarissa Shelley’s family’s life in Kerang. Arthur George was a lieutenant in the Victorian Mounted Rifles. Mary Clarissa taught music and was the organist for the Roman Catholic Church for a time.

Victorian Mounted Rifles Easter Camp 1880 - Arthur George Shelley front far right.

Victorian Mounted Rifles Easter Camp 1880 – Arthur George Shelley front far right.

The Family’s move to the Western Australian Goldfields

Arthur George moved to WA around 1894 – 1895 with a Mr Robert Crawford, a baker from Victoria. He left Mary Clarissa and the children behind in Kerang. At Fremantle, they bought a dray and two draught horses and travelled to Coolgardie. From there, they proceeded north from Coolgardie. Mr Crawford had a strike about 50 miles away that was to become the (very rich) Carbine Mine.

Jim Crawford in a group outside the Carbine Hotel c 1900.

The Carbine Mine c 1900

The Carbine Mine c 1900

Arthur George settled at “the 25-mile camp”, so called because it was 25 miles from Coolgardie. It was also known to him and his family as Speakman’s Find, and he remained there and operated a store/post office, apparently for several years.

Arthur George Shelley in camp, Speakman’s Find, ca1895

Arthur George Shelley in his camp, Speakman’s Find, c 1895

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The Passing of Jones –

Geraldton Express and Murchison and Yalgo Goldfields Chronicler – 23 December 1898, page 6


THE PASSING OF JONES
by Bungarra

Jones was a friend of mine!!  In all fairness, I must state, however, that the connection was not of my own seeking. Like poverty, subpoenas, and subscription lists, it was thrust upon me. The first time I met Jones was on the Bungarra track at the tail end of a wagon loaded with tucker and swags. There were twenty men, Swampers, chasing that vehicle, one behind the other in Indian file, strung out along the beaten strip between the sandy wheel ruts where the horses walk. Jones was the last joint but one in that tail; I was the last joint myself.  The men in front had all been there before. It was no hardship for them to trudge their twenty miles in the hot sun. While every hidden stump along the road was marked by a volley of ‘Australian adjectives’ of full flavour and good body, Jones stubbed his tired toe and said merely

‘Oh dear!’ or perhaps if it was the toe with the water blister on it, ‘Goodness me!’

With the others, when their brows were wet with honest sweat and the quarts and long in sleevers of shy poo, shandygaff, snake juice, and the liquid abominations of long weeks spent in public bars, oozed through every pore, Jones’s shed tea and lemonade only, and he called it ‘perspiration’, the word ‘sweat’ being distinctly ‘vulgar’ except when applied biblically, which didn’t count.

The New Chum – The Bulletin 19 Nov 1892

At night when tea was over and the empty tins slung to one side, and the teamster had finished currying his horses and had joined the circle round the campfire, swapping lies about impossible nuggets, and conjuring up memories of old mates mutually known to one another, Jones would crawl away quietly by himself and drawing out a pocket book would open and read by the flickering light the cherished letters and the good advice a young man always gets when he starts down the thorny path of life for himself — and never follows. Then he said his prayers and turned in with a sigh, while the other fellows sought in their swags for the flask concealed to taper off on, and furtively took a good pull at it before cursing the blamed pebbles and sticks under the blankets they slept on.

Three days had passed, and we had not spoken. Jones had eyed me often and wished we had had an introduction before starting, but on the fourth morning out he came over to me while the billies were boiling for breakfast and said with some show of hesitation, ‘Er—excuse me—er—have you got any pomatum (perfumed unguent for the hair or scalp), you could lend me ?’ ‘No’ I replied, thinking he wanted to lubricate his blistered feet, the teamster has some axle grease he might lend you.’ ‘ Thank you,’ Jones remarked sadly, it would hardly do. You see, it is Sunday morning, and I always do my hair on Sunday.’ Then he added, ‘I see the teamster fetching his horses,

‘surely they don’t travel on Sunday. I thought we would camp and hold a service.’

Now there was in the crowd a parchment-faced, beetle-browed fossicker, known colloquially as ‘Paddy the Preacher,’ from the fact that in one of the intervals that ensued after he had got out of jail and before he had got in again, he had joined ‘The Salvation Army’ and thumped a drum, the extent of his musical capacity, for a week or two till the fumes of his last debauch had evaporated and his intelligence had supervened enough to tell him there was ‘nothing in it.’ So he left the Army and cast about him for another occupation. He decided to try the Civil Service and get into the post office. But they caught him— he was ‘getting into’ that Department through the window — and he was convicted. Paddy had seen better days; he had once essayed to start in business for himself, and he had opened a store—with a crowbar and a jimmy—but the public had not responded, while the police had. Now he was about to try his luck at the new diggings.

‘Honesty is the best policy he would often say, adding sagely, ‘I know, because I’ve tried both.’

Just at this moment, Paddy was wrapping his long linen Prince Alberts around what he called ‘his hoofs,’ and I referred Jones to him as an authority on religious subjects. When I looked up again from rolling up my swag, I perceived quite a little crowd around the pair of them. Paddy was explaining, ‘Blamed if he ain’t right, boys. Let’s camp for a day and ave a blanky service. Come on, Pete, you’re ‘orses want a spell, turn ’em out again.’

Pete was willing, and so were the boys generally, so we sat on our swags and had a friendly chat over details. Ideas on the conduct of Sunday services seemed vague and somewhat involved. Suggestions came in thick and fast, notwithstanding, from the conclave of swags. ‘I vote that Jim Maloney and Long Mick be umpires and Mr Jones acts as referee,’ suggested Flash Joe, a third-rate Sydney pugilist of shady antecedents. ‘This ain’t no sparring match’, corrected the man on the striped bluey, this is a gate money affair, we’ve got to appoint a treasurer.’

A pained expression crept over Jones’s face, and he stood up and said, ‘Gentlemen, I don’t quite catch the drift of your remarks. I think you must belong to a different denomination from me. Perhaps Mr.—er—Mr.—er—Paddy the Preacher would explain how we can conduct the—er—service.’ Paddy jumped up off his swag and marched into the middle of the ring. The old Army instinct was upon him. He threw his cap down on the ground, spat on his hands, loosened the red kerchief off his throat, and waved it aloft. Then he began:—

Never mind denominations, as he calls it, boys. ‘I ain’t got any denomination myself. My father was an Episco-blanky-palian, and my mother was a Presb-blanky-terian, and I was brought up by the ‘air of my ed as a Cala-blanky-thumpian myself, but I wouldn’t ‘ave none of ’em, not I. I was a lost sheep, a regular goat, and slid along the pathway of sin like a long sleever of shypoo down a thirsty maws throat on a hot day. Yes, my friends, I’ve had sin for breakfast, sin for dinner and more sin for tea, till I was chock-a-block up to the neck with sin and couldn’t hold no more. My back teeth were under, and the sin was running out o’ my ears. Like a drowning man, I sniffed the battle from afar and plunged into the ocean of wickedness, but it’s a long worm that has no turn-‘

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