Charlie Webb – a good fellows end

Sketch of Henry Lawson and Charlie Webb (on right) from “When I was King” 1905 – Photo Project Gutenberg

The Sun Kalgoorlie, WA 30 July 1916, page 4

MT REMARKABLE:  The inability of a party of Perth politicians and pressmen who were motoring in the locality to see any eminence indicating Mt. Marshall recalled a story told by Charlie Webb, late of the Granites, Yundamindera, via Pindinnie. Out near the Granites was an auriferous patch named ‘Mt Remarkable’, where a small rush occurred in about 1902. Out to it drove a party of Kalgoorlie prospectors, businessmen, and the usual coterie of mining sharks.
When they arrived at the scene of the find, Paddy Whelan, one of the businessmen who had gone out to secure a few options for a local syndicate, asked where the mountain was situated. “There ain’t one” answered Charlie. “But it’s marked Mt. Remarkable on the map,” said Paddy Whelan. “Quite so,” agreed Charle, “and that’s why we gave it that name.”. “But why Mount Remarkable?” protested Paddy. “Because,” said Charlie,

“it is so remarkable that there isn’t any mountain here at all”

Sunday Times 8 January 1922, page 14
In Perth on one of his happy, Bohemian holidays. Charlie Webb, prospector, publican, good fellow, and white man. Charlie is one that has never refused a fifty of flour and a case of tinned meat to a deserving battler and is known as “his-word’s-his-bond” Webb wherever men have carried a swag, swamped it, twisted the dishes, or belted quartz, and he was an attractive raconteur (vocal or on copy paper), the equal of anyone in the Commonwealth.

Yilgarn Merredin Times 16 December 1922, page 2

The Bulletin Hotel 
by Henry Lawson

The Bulletin Hotel, Yundamindera – Photo SLWA

I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand
Which, I’m told is very tony – and its front looks very grand
And somehow fell a-thinking of a pub I know so well
Of a place in West Australia called The Bulletin Hotel

Just a little six-room shanty built of corrugated tin
And all around the blazing desert – land of camels, thirst, and sin
And the landlord is “the spider” – Western diggers know him well
Charlie Webb – Ah, there you have it! – of the Bulletin Hotel

‘Tis a big soft-hearted spider in a land where life is grim
And a web of great good nature that brings worn-out flies to him
‘Tis the club of many lost souls in the wide Westralian hell
And the stage of many Mitchells is The Bulletin Hotel

But the swagman, on his uppers, pulls an undertakers mug
And he leans across the counter and he breathes in Charlie’s lug
Tale of thirst and of misfortune. Charlie knows it, and – ah, well!
But it’s very bad for business at The Bulletin Hotel

“What’s a drink or two?” says Charlie, “and you can’t refuse a feed”
But there many a drink unpaid for, many sticks of borrowed weed
And the poor old spineless bummer and the broken-hearted swell
knows that they are sure of tucker at The Bulletin Hotel

There’s the liquor and the licence and the “carriage” and the rent
And the sea or grave ‘twixt Charlie and the fivers he had lent
And I’m forced to think in sorrow, for I know the country well
That the end will be the bailiff in The Bulletin Hotel

But he’ll pack up in a hurry and he’ll seek a cooler clime
If I make a rise in England and I get out there in time
For a mate o’ mine is Charlie and I stayed there for a spell
And I own more than a jingle to The Bulletin Hotel

But there’s lots of graft between us, there are many miles of sea
So, if you should drop on Charlie, just shake hands with him for me
Say I think the bush less lonely than the great town where I dwell
And – grander than the Cecil is The Bulletin Hotel

The original manuscript of ‘The Bulletin Hotel’ was found in July 2003 in Perth, in a house previously the home of past Premier, Phil Collier, who was a great admirer of Lawson. The poem features Lawson’s friend, Charlie Webb. Webb did not open his “Bulletin Hotel” until 1900 but he ran a few Goldfields pubs and Bertha Lawson (Lawson’s wife) herself would return to the Bulletin Hotel in 1905 after her separation from Lawson, to work for Charlie Webb.

Lawson wrote the poem in London in 1901 when he was feeling homesick. Charlie would have no doubt written to Lawson telling him of the opening of his latest pub, The Bulletin Hotel at Yudamindra in the WA Goldfields. Lawson would have reflected on Charlie’s good nature and was sure to have him in mind when he wrote “A Bush Publicans Lament” and “The Lost Soul’s Hotel”

Ref: the book ‘Into the West” When Australia’s bush poet Henry Lawson came to Western Australia’ Featuring stories by Henry Lawson and other writers in Western Australia 1890-1930 Edited by Chris Holyday (available from (Hesperian Press)

The only marker on the grave of Charlie Webb – Anglican Section, Kalgoorlie Cemetery – Photo Danelle Warnock