Thursday, 8 August 2019

ONE OF THE MYSTERIES OF THE SEA.

Mirror, Perth, 30 March, 1935.

WHAT BECAME OF
THE KOOMBANA?

A Nor-West Maritime Mystery Recalled
By the Buffeting of the Koolinda This Week

The severe buffeting which the Koolinda has received on
her last couple of runs along the Nor-West coast recalls
firstly what a storm-tossed coast this part of Western 
Australia is in the 'willy-willy' period of March, and secondly
one of the tragic disasters of earlier days when the Koombana
disappeared.

What became of the Koombana and her passengers ? 
It is one of the mysteries of the sea — for to this day
not a soul knows.
On February 8 of 1912, with Captain 
Allen in command, the s.s. Koombana 
left Fremantle for Wyndham via ports. 
A vessel of 3,499 (3,668) tons register and 
340 feet in length and capable of doing 
about 15 knots, she was reckoned the finest
and most up-to-date on the Nor'
West coast. She was constructed at
Glasgow and was only running for
a couple of years.

She had a crew of 80 odd and an original 
passenger Iist of 47 when she set out on 
her trip of doom. The last seen of her was 
on March 20 at 1 p.m., when she was 
sighted by the Bullarra, two hours out of 
Port Hedland and heading northeast, the 
gale that was then in evidence being one 
blowing from E.N.E.

And her subsequent fate? ,

Only from pieces of wreckage and 
deductions of mariners could any story be
built— and that but a story of surmise.
Maybe the hapless steamer was over
whelmed by a cyclone — maybe she was
caught in the terrible toils of two cyclones
Almost certain it is. that she did not strike 
a reef or rock and founder from that cause. 
But with not a solitary survivor left to tell the 
tale none can say exactly what her fate was. 
It was a memorable storm which began on 
March 19 and .

PLAYED HAVOC

along the coast between Roebourne and
La Grange Bay to the south of Broome,
and it was accompanied by heavy down
pours of rain. Appalling as was the ferocity 
of the disturbance ashore, it was even more 
vicious at sea. Nearly nine inches of rain 
deluged itself on Roebourne in 24 hours, 
while the hurricane howled and shrieked 
as it blasted a trail of destruction along its path.
Point Sampson wharf was severely buffeted, 
telegraph and telephone lines went down like 
ninepins, and small craft became, in a number 
of cases, just play things of the elements. The 
lighters, Clyo, Enterprise and Steady were 
wrecked on Depuch bland and on the night of
March 20 the pearling lugger Clare, was
also wrecked off the same island. Another 
vessel, the Crown of England, of
1,847 tons met destruction on Depuch
Island, and a number of lives were lost.


In reality the brunt of the cyclone impacted Balla Balla through Point Sampson and Roebourne. Port Hedland and Bedout Island did not sustain damage, confirmed by reliable reports. Clearly Koombana's intended course took her away from, not towards, the cyclone. Bullarra, heading southwest, struck the inferior margin of the cyclone 22 miles from Balla Balla. Whatever befell the Koombana did not include being battered to pieces by the cyclone. Some argue that the pieces of wreckage suggested the latter, but if she had rolled over and struck the seabed, her superstructure would have been damaged creating such. 

The Bullarra rode through the waves
safely, but not unscathed, emerging after

A HEAVY BATTERING

from the ocean minus a funnel, a lifeboat
and about 45 head of cattle, which were
washed overboard. And when she reached 
Cossack Roads safely, passengers heaved 
sighs of relief and lauded the skill of Captain 
Upjohn and the seaworthiness of the boat. 
When the Crown of England went down, 
seven men and a cabin boy perished, 
Captain Olsen and nine others comprising 
the survivors.

Appalling and devastating, cyclones are liable 
to occur in the Indian Ocean between December 
and April. They have ravaged our Nor- West coast 
repeatedly and in December they generally make their
presence felt along the northern portion of the Nor-West 
coast and when they get as far south as Shark's Say 
customarily tear in approaching the close of the cyclone 
season— March.
Not often does a year go by without
one of these visitations— more or less
fierce — occurring in the Nor-West. They
may spread themselves in area over a
distance of 20 to 30 miles and over 100
miles in diameter. Nowadays, of course,
wireless warnings can convey tidings to
captains of vessels of the approach of a
willy-willy.

The foregoing will give some idea of the
dirty weather that the ill-fated Koombana 
struck. For a number of years the Nor-West 
mail was taken by the Bullarra; when, the 
Koombana came from England the Bullarra 
was withdrawn from the run but a short time 
before the Koombana met her doom was 
again on the run in conjunction with the 
Koombana.

When Captain Allen of the Koombana
left Port Hedland he is credited with
saying, 'I am going straight out to sea
and will be lucky if I get to Broome on
Saturday.' Terribly prophetic words!
The vessel took her departure at 10.30
a.m. on March 20 so light that the propeller 
was beating out of the water, and as she 
went through the harbour entrance
she rolled noticeably. Captain Allen is
said to have remarked that he would fill
the ballast tanks when he crossed the
outer bank. The ship took a course north
and about an hour later was followed by
the southward bound Bullarra.
What became of the Koombana?

For a while alarm was not felt
about her. but when she became well
overdue the worst was feared. And
with the finding of pieces of wreckage 
came the realisation that a terrible tragedy 
had occurred: The State was stunned 
by the mystery and the magnitude of the 
disaster, and with breathless interest 
conned every scrap of information about
the wreckage recovered and theories
of the ship's fate.

The Koombana was the sole steamer 
operating on the Nor-West coast that was
fitted with a state-room, and the captain
of the Gorgon (not the present one) 
reported that he had found the door of a
state-room 50 miles from Port Hedland
north of Bedout Island, where there was
a lot of small wreckage. Captain Clark,
who had at one time served as chief of
officer on the Koombana for 15 months,
and who left in June 1910 to take up duty
with the Harbor Trust, expressed the
view that the state-room door

BELONGED TO THE KOOMBANA

and considered that the vessel had really
been caught between two cyclones blowing 
in contrary directions, 'in the midst
of which no ship would survive.'

Absurd.

Captain Mills of the steamer Minderoo
reported on reaching Port Hedland that
be had picked up a smoke-room settee and
part of a cabin drawer 70 (55) miles west of
Bedout Island and the bottom parts of
a boat about 50 miles west of the island.
The s.s. Una conducted a search in the
vicinity of Bedout Island without seeing
any wreckage on the shore or any indication
of the missing vessel. At a point 33 miles 
N.N.W. of the island however some wreckage 
was discovered and amongst it was a mast 
from one of the ship's boats and what seemed 
to be some cabin panels. As all wreckage visible
was recovered from the sea before the crew went 
to dinner, and there was
MORE. WRECKAGE

about after dinner, it was considered that the 
wreckage was coming up from the bottom of 
the sea. Captain Upjohn of the Bullarra reported 
the finding of the bow of one of the Koombana's 
boats with the company's crest upon it. And from 
such grim relics as these the public of the day built
their own conjectures as to the fate of the Koombana; 
But the secret of just what actually happened the
dead took with them to their watery grave.

By a grim coincidence the company
which owned the Koombana lost another
vessel on the other side of Australia in
mysterious circumstances 12 months before. 
On March 26, 1911, a Queensland liner, 
Yongala, which departed from Mackay on a 
trip to Townsville on March 23, was posted as 
missing. The latitude at which the two ships 
met their doom

IN CYCLONIC STORMS

although they were the breadth of a 
continent apart, was practically the same.

A lucky man to escape death on the
Koombana was a Mr. Thomas, who, 
until the Koombana left Fremantle on 
her last trip north, was third mate on 
that ship. In order to join the Harbor 
Trust at Fremantle he left the Koombana 
at Fremantle and thus unknowingly 
stepped out of the shadow of death. 
He gave it as his opinion that the 
Koombana was a wonderfully good sea 
boat.
But her fate remains one of the
mysteries of the sea.


courtesy Iemandanders

important update:  
https://koombanarevisited.blogspot.com/2019/08/coordinates-conclusion.html

Courtesy Trove and Google Earth

Wednesday, 7 August 2019

FREE SURFACE EFFECT.

The Pilbarra Goldfield News, 15 October, 1912.

We are pleased to see that the
members of the Road Board. are
not allowing the matter of an
adequate water supply for Port
Hedland to die a natural death,
and we hope to see a strong 
agitation started shortly for this
most important requirement—an
agitation that will not cease its
clamoring until the work has been
begun. Cattle are brought in to
be shipped away, and from the
time they are yarded until they
are placed on board the boat the
animals do not get a drink. At
the time of the Koombana disaster, 
the Bullarra had to steam to
Broome to get a supply of water
before she could go to search for
the ill-fated vessel; and quite recently 
the Wyola had to get 15 tons of water 
from the Bullarra before she could 
proceed to Fremantle. It is hard to imagine
why the agitation (started a good
many years ago) for an efficient
water supply for Port Hedland
was ever allowed to drop.


It remains my contention that stability issues caused the loss of the Koombana, rather than steaming into the heart of the cyclone to the southwest. It was overtly impossible for Captain Allen to have successfully pressed up all his tanks within a 2 hour time frame and gale conditions.

"The free surface effect can become a problem in a craft with large partially full bulk cargo compartments, fuel tanks, or water tanks (especially if they span the full breadth of the ship)"   wikipedia.



Courtesy Trove and Wikipedia

COFFIN SHIP.

Sunday Times, Perth, 22 September, 1946

After 30 Years Mystery Still Surrounds the Wreck of . . .
COFFIN SHIP-KOOMBANA
On the checker-board of life every man and woman stands. They are but the pawns
in a tragic game; waiting tor the invisible hand of Fate, which hovers above them, to
shift them another square .. .onwards to happiness and success; or off the board into the oblivion of death.
Sometimes the game is long ,
drawn out; sometimes Fate calls
"checkmate," and the game ends
with such dramatic suddenness
that startled onlookers can scarce
believe it's over.
So it was in the early months of
1912, when the steamship 
Koombana left Fremantle for northern
ports. Aboard her well over a hundred 
passengers, all pawns in a game that 
was to end tragically and mysteriously 
when the Koombana disappeared, taking 
them all to a watery grave.
In the history of W.A. there is
nothing so tragic as the wreck of
the Koombana . . a coffin ship in
every sense of the words. For
when she went down, the passengers, 
who had been battened below, were 
cheated of any chance they might 
have had of battling for their lives.
They were literally buried alive
in the ocean; and not one body
was ever recovered. That was the 
tragic side of it.
. At Port Hedland she took aboard more passengeHelp
The mysterious was this: Although 
the passengers must have
been battened below deck, naturally 
the crew weren't. And yet, although 
it is estimated that the Koombana 
went down only 2 hours out of Port 
Hedland, none of the bodies of the 
crew was ever found.

That would place Koombana about 23 miles north of Port Hedland if the comment takes into account the initial 2 hours spent filling tanks 3 miles out.


An interesting hypothesis, based on what and certainly excluded after a comprehensive, but unsuccessful search for Koombana in this broader vicinity?


In fact, the only remnant of the wreck 
ever seen was a state-room door which 
was found washed up on the beach.
Incorrect.
But if ever the hand of Fate
showed plain, it showed in the last
few hours that the Koombana
rode the ocean. Fate dragged men
aboard her who should never have
been there; and she went out of
her way to prevent others from
sailing to certain death.
But let's start at the beginning.
KOOMBANA was the "food
and drink" ship of the Nor'-West . . . 
much as the Koolinda is today.
To those people who battled
against the hardships of sub-
tropical northern ports, she was a
welcome sight as she arrived on
her regular trips, bringing what
few luxuries they had in life -
luxuries such as fresh fruit or
eggs, or a few vegetables, that
you and I take so much for
granted in our suburban homes.
For days before she arrived,
men seldom nodded or met in a
{By JOHN GARY}
hotel bar without remarking:
"Koombana's due on the 10th";
or, "I believe the Koombana left
Onslow yesterday."
You'll hear the same thing to-
day as they wait for the Koolinda,
keeping tab on her progress up
the coast, and hoping she may
have some "extras" aboard her.
It was early in March that the
Koombana steamed out of 
Fremantle. A dangerous month up
north, at the best of times. For,
from December to April is the
"willy-willy" season when "cock-
eyed bobs" send the pearling fleet
scuttling for safety, and level
whole towns until scarcely a house
is left standing. Residential portion 
of Onslow, it is said, has been blown 
down and rebuilt 11 times.
Still, time, tide and ships wait
for no man or no "willy-willies";
and the Koombana sailed in that
fateful March according to schedule.
She reached Port Hedland before 
the middle of the month, and
there discharged cargo and took
aboard more passengers. It was
because Koombana had put down
and picked up passengers at each
port of call that it was impossible
later to estimate, with any certainty, 
the number of passengers who were 
drowned.
For years she had been in
charge of Captain John Rees, a
veteran of the sea who knew
every inch of the nor'-west coast,
and knew every mood of its
treacherous weather.
But when she set out on her
last voyage, Rees was no longer
at the helm. Koombana was in
charge of Captain Allen.
It was while she was berthed at
Port Hedland that one of the
dreaded "willy-willies" started to
blow up.
Brave men, remembering the
death and destruction already
caused by these "blows," would
have hesitated to leave port that
day. . . . But the Koombana left,
as she was scheduled to.
Fast along the coast the news
travelled: "The Koombana has
left Hedland"; and so the people
of Broome, expecting the arrival
of relatives or stores, waited 
impatiently. . . . Waited for a coffin
ship that never came in.
Into the teeth of the "willy- '
willy" the Koombana sailed; and,
from that moment, the sea wrote
its own story ... a story that was
written in the tears and blood of
hundreds of heartbroken people. 
story that you and I can't read.
Whether her end came suddenly; 
or whether she battled
with the storm until every plate
of her was twisted and warped,
nobody will ever know-no more
than they will ever know exactly
why such a ship should fail to
ride even such a storm.
One theory is that, when she
left Port Hedland, she was 
unballasted. Captain Allen, it is said,
had found it necessary to pump
the water from the ship's tanks so
that she could cross the bar.
Naturally, he would expect to 
replenish the tanks as soon as he
hit the open sea.

But the Koombana (according
to those who knew her) was a
top-heavy sort of a vessel; 
narrow-bottomed and wide-topped:
built for speed more than anything 
else. And it is questionable if, in the 
fury of the storm, Captain Allen had 
a chance to refill those tanks. If that be 
so, the ship was doomed from the 
moment she drew anchor at Hedland,

I completely agree. 
* + *
AND here's how Fate showed 
her hand. Over 100 passengers were 
drawn, like marionettes on strings, 
aboard the Koombana and to their 
death; yet there are scores of instances
of men and women who desperately 
wanted to make the voyage, but whom 
Fate prevented.
For instance, meet Harry Swan,
manager of the former de Vahl
sheep station at Port Hedland.
The station had recently been
bought by Davis, one of the
State's biggest pearl buyers; and
he was aboard Koombana when
she called at Hedland. He sent
for his manager, Swan.
"You've been working hard.
Swan," said Davis, when the men
met on the wharf. "Go home,
pack your port and come with me
to Broome for a spell."
But Swan shook his head.
"Can't be done, Mr. Davis. Thanks
for the invitation, but we're busy
on the station."
"What rot!" said Davis, "You've
got an overseer. Come on and no
excuses."
Still Swan was obdurate. "I've
got to get those rams to work
while the season's going, sir. I
know it's your station, but it's my
job to see that it's working
smoothly. I appreciate the invitation, 
and I'll accept it later."
Davis gave it up, walked off
muttering something about all
work and no play . . . walked
aboard ship and to his death,
while Fate smiled as it thought of
the lease of life it had given
Harry Swan.
Davis and Swan-like you and
me - just pawns in the great game.
Let no man, be he prince or pauper, 
think he is anything else.


Koolinda - courtesy WA Government archives
a visual impression is that this steamer was also top heavy; a lesson ignored?
Courtesy Trove