Sometimes It Runs in the Family – John Hawkes Mules

It can be easy for history to overlook the long-term contributions of the various families who have, over many generations, been employed on the sheep and cattle stations of the Flinders Ranges, and of the Outback generally.  Quite apart from their years of hard work and dedication, some families have had a significant impact on the whole of the pastoral industry, even at the national level.

One such family is that of John Hawkes Mules (1842 – 1894). John’s ancestors had traditionally dealt with flocks of quite different ilk. His father, also named John Hawkes Mules, was the vicar of Ilminster, Somerset, from 1828 to 1858. His grandfather, another John Hawkes Mules, was vicar of Muchelney, Somerset.  His brother, Charles Oliver Mules, was Bishop of Nelson, New Zealand, from 1892 to 1912.

The young John Hawkes Mules was working in the Flinders Ranges – on Oraparinna Station – by as early as 1860, at the age of eighteen. His employers were Septimus Boord and twenty-three year old George Charles Dewdney. By 1870 he was managing the Blanchewater Station, on the outwash plains to the north of the Flinders Ranges.

It was John who, on behalf of the Blanchewater and Umberatana proprietors, purchased the thousand or so cattle which Harry Collins (Harry Readford) had brought down the Strzelecki Creek – the cattle stolen from Bowen Downs in Queensland. Fortunately for the Blanchewater people, they got to keep the Bowen Downs mob – the Roma Court case had effectively failed to prove that the cattle had been taken from Bowen Downs. In fact, the only animal positively identified in the case was the imported white bull.

John later worked on Holowiliena Station where, in 1875, he married Catherine, daughter of Holowiliena owner William Warwick. Their first-born was named John Hawkes William Mules, and he was to spend his life managing or owning sheep and cattle properties throughout South Australia, Queensland and New South Wales. His early working years were spent on Oraparinna and Coongie Stations where he ‘learnt the trade’ under his uncle, Robert Warwick, and Coongie manager Larry Darmody.

John junior’s claim to fame arose out of his many years of managing sheep. A major problem in the Australian conditions was blowfly strike, which could be a terribly debilitating condition, particularly for certain bloodlines of merino ewes. In the early 1930s, on his farm at Woodside, John worked on his ideas for a quick surgical procedure to remove the worst of the skin folds around the sheep’s crutch, the site most prone to blowfly strike. In the later 1930s the CSIR worked on improving the technique and it soon became a widespread practice among woolgrowers. The procedure was named after the Mules family name.

John married Elsie Maynard in 1904 and they had one son, Marwood William Mules (generally known as Bill), born in 1908 while the family were living in Queensland. Bill, although he spent time farming sheep in the Cradock district, was more of a field naturalist, with a particular interest in birds, butterflies and insects. In the mid-1930s he began working on projects for the CSIR – the forerunner of the Commonwealth Scientific and Industrial Research Organisation (CSIRO).

Working for Dr LB Bull of the CSIR Animal Nutrition Research Department, Bill conducted field trials with the Myxoma virus with the hope of proving that it might be an effective control for the rabbits which were in plague proportions across the farming and sheep-grazing areas of Australia. The trials were held in several sites in southern Australia, with a significant site on Wardang Island in Spencer Gulf.

By 1944 the (by now) CSIRO finalised the testing program. They had shown that the virus was lethal to rabbits, and to rabbits only, but had not been able to show that there was an effective insect vector to carry the virus from one infected burrow to another. Without such a vector, the virus would be ineffective in stamping out the rabbit pest across Australia. The plan was shelved.

Fortunately, in 1950, researcher Dr Jean McNamara of Melbourne began a very public letter-writing campaign to convince the Federal Government to resurrect the myxoma virus project. She argued that the government had given up too easily, and that there was every likelihood that a suitable insect vector would exist somewhere in Australia. Jean McNamara was the noted researcher and virologist who had proposed back in 1934 that the Australian Government take a serious look at the myxoma virus as a possible way to control the rabbit scourge.

A test site set up near the River Murray in the Barmah area produced the eventual proof of the project. By February 1951 huge numbers of rabbits were dying along lengthy stretches of the river system, both upstream and downstream. A suitable mosquito vector had been found. Within a few years myxomatosis had brought about a massive reduction in rabbit numbers across southern Australia.

It may be of interest to some readers that Burke’s Heraldic Illustrations traces the Hawkes Mules family in a direct line back to Godfrey, Earl of Ewe, natural son of Richard, First Duke of Normandy and grandfather of William the Conqueror. It would also interest some of the merino flock to know that the family crest consists of a hand armed with a glaive – a curved blade sharpened on the outside curve. The family motto is ‘Misericordia temperet gladium’.

 

Knowing When to Run …

Jim Lennon spent his life as a stockman in Outback South Australia, Queensland and New South Wales. Yarding wild cattle, taking mobs on long-distance treks to railheads, and the general experience of surviving the harsh outdoor life in the Outback, all produced a breed of men who knew when to stand and fight, and when to run for their lives.

Jim was one such stockman. He was born at Wilpena Station in 1877 and from an early age spent his life riding horses, managing cattle. Stockmen were ideally suited to the armed forces of that era, so it was no surprise that Jim volunteered as a horseman to fight in the Boer War. He was mentioned in despatches for his bravery in recapturing a British machine-gun post with all its weapons. He again volunteered for service in World War 1 where he was a tunneller in France.

There was a time, however, when he did choose flight over fight – fear can overcome the best of us at times. Back in the mid-1880s, when he was aged about eight, Jim and his brothers were living with their aunt, Caroline Ryan (nee Kirwan) at the Arkaba Eating House, of which she was the proprietor. Caroline and other family members had gone off on a walk, leaving Jim and a couple of his mates (probably his brothers or cousins) to look after the house. Arkaba was the sort of place where you were lucky to get one or two passing visitors in a day, and this was a Sunday – a day when most good folk took a day off from their travels.

Jim told the story when reminiscing some sixty years after the terrifying events of that day. It had been a typical lazy day for the boys, until they noticed a buggy heading their way along the dusty track from Hawker. Even in the distance the boys noticed that the travellers were particularly well dressed, with black coats and belltopper hats.

It quickly dawned on the three young boys that these didn’t fit the usual appearance of travellers in the Outback. ‘Coats and hard hatters’, they gasped in sudden fear. ‘Must he priests’, said Joe. ‘They will want to ch-ch-christen us’, stammered the next. The third boy, holding on to a shred of hope, fervently muttered ‘They mightn’t have the knife to do it with!’

There was no time to lose, continued Jim. The buggy was only about two hundred yards away and their only chance lay in making a run for it. They looked into each other’s faces and decided to make a run for the big redgum tree out the back of the eating house, on the bank of the Arkaba Creek. Hiding on a limb of the tree they kept an anxious watch on the buggy-load of visitors. The belltop-hatted men went to the tank for water, then went through the door into the dining room – which the boys had left wide open in their desperate run to escape what they thought must be one of the unkindest cuts of all, particularly at their tender age.

After what seemed an unreasonable time in the dining room, the men drove off back towards Hawker. Jim and his mates eventually plucked up enough courage to return to the house. They found that the men had boiled the billy and made mugs of tea to go with their lunch. There was a pencilled thank-you note left on the table, held down by some silver coins.

Jim and his mates could have kept their embarrassment to themselves if it hadn’t been for the travellers meeting Caroline and her friends on the track after leaving Arkaba. The story was told of some boys running to hide, and keeping watch from the tree, so Aunt Caroline knew what questions to ask when she arrived home. It took very few questions before the boys’ slight misunderstanding about christening became clear, and the humour of the situation was enjoyed by all and sundry – well, apart from the boys. Jim didn’t think he would ever live that story down.

 

James Richard Lennon

born 8 March 1877 at Wilpena; birth registered at Blinman

parents: James Lennon and Elizabeth nee Kirwan

died 29 January 1954 in hospital, Adelaide; residence: Myrtle Bank Soldiers’ Home

 

some useful links (‘Slippery Jim’ is Jim Lennon’s nom-de-plume):

Jim Lennon’s reminiscences about Wilpena

Running from the knife

More Wilpena Reminiscences from Mrs G E Davis