The Northam Advertiser, 20 April, 1912.
The Balla Balla Cyclone.
A NORTHAMITE'S EXPERIENCE.
It will be remembered that in addition
to the foundering of the Koombana
with all hands, the recent cyclone in
the Nor'West was responsible for
heavy loss of life through the wreck
of the Crown of England and the
destruction of several pearling luggers.
A graphic description of the storm at
Balla Balla and its disastrous effects
is given in a letter just received by
Mr. and Mrs. Thorley, of this town,
from their son Dick, who left here
about twelve months ago, and has
since been engaged in the pearling
industry round about the locality in
which the Koombana met her fate.
Not only to those who know Mr. Thorley,
but to our readers generally, his vivid
description of the storm and his
personal connection therewith, will be
of interest. He writes:
"On Tuesday, the 19th of March,
the day before the storm started,
my boats were working with five
others about 13 miles north of Balla.
The weather was beautiful, but we
were not doing too well for shell,
and started for Port Hedland about
nine o'clock in the morning, with one
other boat, belonging to the man I'm
working for. We got about 15 miles
from Port Hedland by about ten
o'clock the same night, and it
commenced to blow and rain with
a vengeance.
It cannot be argued that prior to and including Wednesday 20 March, there were NO indications of a storm developing.
We anchored for the night, the wind
increasing, every hour. At daylight it
was blowing half a gale, and it was
impossible for us to go to Port Hedland.
The seas were mountains high, and
there was a direct head wind.
This description matches that of the cattleman on board Bullarra - half gale (from the ENE). One can understand why Captain Allen was deeply worried, claiming that it would be unlikely to make Broome before Saturday, given the 'headwind' and seas described.
The seas, 'mountains high', were precisely the reason for departing Port Hedland with ALL tanks empty so as not to strike the bar; and strike hard. Koombana, in such light condition, must have rolled and pitched to an alarming degree clearing the bar and broaching open sea.
Filling tanks in such conditions was never going to end well....
Filling tanks in such conditions was never going to end well....
While I was considering where to go
and what to do, the anchor chain broke,
and we lost about forty fathoms of chain
and the anchor. The only thing left was
to run before the gale, and we did, and
made towards Balla, and anchored
safely at one o'clock in the afternoon
of Wednesday. It took us about three
hours to do fifty miles, and you can
imagine the wind that was behind us
to send us at that speed.
Only for my knowledge of Balla
Creek I might have been lost. The
other boat that was with my two
did not start when we ran before the
storm, but came later, and didn't
know the way into the Balla Creek,
and had to anchor out and ride the
storm at anchor. To save himself he
had to chop both his masts down,
and it was just good luck that he
rode it out. Of the other three luggers
that were working with us out
from Balla when we went to Port
Hedland, one was wrecked and one
Japanese drowned. The remainder of
the crew got ashore with great difficulty
after being three hours in the water.The
other two luggers are still missing, and
I fear the worst. There is one white man
on each of those. When I dropped anchor
in Balla I went ashore as quick as I
could to see my old friends there.
The motor launch was just about to
start out to meet the steamer (Bullarra)
which was calling that night. The
wharfinger asked me what the weather
was like outside, and I said it was bad,
and advised him not to go out. He
said, "I'll risk it." There was a lot
of passengers on board. When they
got outside some of the passengers
went on one of the lighters named
the Clyo. It got too rough for the launch,
and she came back into Balla leaving
those passengers on the Clyo.
They were the wharfinger, Mr. Maginnis
Mr. T. Hill, and Mr. Thompson and the
three of them were drowned. I knew
them all intimately, especially T. Hill,
who used to be underground manager
on the mine here. On Thursday night
I went up to Maginnis', house. He has
a wife and mother here, and they were
by themselves. They were in a frightened
state when I got there, having been
by themselves the night before. All
this time the storm was raging and
increasing. Several small buildings
had been blown down at Balla jetty.
It took me about two hours to walk
up to the house from the jetty, which
is one and a quarter miles. It was nearly
impossible to walk against the wind,
and if I was blown over once it must
have been a dozen times I was almost
crawling in some places. When I got there
I had to nail up the doors and windows
and make fast everything that was likely
to get blown away. All the small buildings
had been blown away by this time. The
storm was increasing every hour, and at two
o clock it came its worst. I don't know how
the house stood up. You could hear sheets
of iron flying about everywhere. This is the
time all the ships and boats were driven
ashore and smashed up, including
those luggers I mentioned in the
beginning of this letter. in the morning
things did look bad, and the two
women were in a bad way, fearing
the boats were wrecked, but I managed
to quieten them by telling them that the
boats would ride the storm safely and there
was nothing to worry, and all sorts of tales
to pacify them. But I was certain that they
were wrecked. I left the house at nine o'clock
to go to the jetty, and see what could be done
there, and had to wade through three feet
of water all the way, the railway line all
the way to the jetty being completely washed
away. The next thing to do was to arrange
about a boat going out to where the ships
were anchored near the island. The
only boat fit to go out in was one of my
luggers. It was still blowing a gale and
raining, but the wind had gone down a lot.
I approached the Japanese on board
about going out with me, but they
were too frightened and wouldn't go.
Then there were six of us decided to
make the Japs go ashore, and we
would go out ourselves, and so we
did. We got out after great difficulties
capsising several times. We had a dead
head wind all the way out. When we got
near the island (Depuch Island) we could
see the worst had happened. All the shore
was strewn with wreckage, and men were
walking about with no clothes on. We got
ashore on the island, and were told the awful
tale — twelve men drowned and three lighters
smashed, and one sailing ship of 2500 tons,
and the other ship of 2500 tons driven ashore.
They expect to get the latter afloat next spring
tide - that is in a fortnight's time. She is practically
uninjured.
Then the worst part of the job was getting
the dead bodies and bringing them into
Balla. We brought four bodies back with us.
Hill, Maginnis, the second mate, and the
steward of the sailing ship,"The "Crown of
England," It was an awful sight, they were
battered, bruised and cut about, some without
a bit of clothing on them and some with only
their boots on. The steward of the "Crown of
England" had a coat on with a lot of rope lashed
around his chest. He had evidently been lashed
to a raft or something of that sort. We left the
Island at six o'clock with the lugger to go back
to Balla and did not get into the creek until.
2 o'clock next morning. Four of the men who
went out with the lugger refused to come back
with us and remained on the island with the
survivors. It was an unpleasant job sailing from
six until two, with it blowing half a gale, and those
dead bodies on board.
Then, came another unpleasant part; that was
putting them into coffins, they were just black.
The coffins were made of boxes and the bodies
were wrapped in canvas. They didn't have time
to get proper coffins made at Whim Creek. But
the worst job of the lot was to break the news to
Mrs. Maginnis, which fell to my lot on account of
knowing her better than anybody at Balla just then
and staying with her the night before. I almost broke
down doing it. They took the news very calmly and
braved it like lions, but broke down later on.
The other eight that were drowned
were buried on the Island! The wind
and rain ceased the next morning
(Saturday), and all the survivors
were brought into Balla, all more or
less cut and bruised about.
Sobering!
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