Delving into the archives – Warn

Eliza Warn and her son Henry.

Eliza Warn and her son Henry.


After five months wandering, Warn found his dream place. It lay in a beautiful valley through which a fair stream fed, gurgled and sang on its way to the sea.  

Here Warn “squatted” and built his home on the slope of a tree-clad hill.  

The temperature was never above eighty degrees on the hottest summer’s day. The winter brought memories of home when he saw the snow clouds racing up across the mountains and piling their cargo on the trees and on the roof of his house.

He found the winter was of short duration and when the snow had melted and gone from the valley, the grass would be green and inches high when the last thaw had set in.

As the years rolled on, Warn, by working hard, had cultivated many acres of wheat and other cereals, selling his products in Goulburn. But Warn’s objective was not farming.

He had been among horses all his life in England and he knew that as the country opened up, livestock would be in demand and big money would be made by the man who could deliver the goods.

With this thought continually sparking within him, he found sufficient money to risk in his gamble.

After much deliberation, he sent to England and bought a pure-bred Arab stallion. He then set out and bought mares wherever he could and thus laid the foundation of a successful stud.

His foresight bought him a comfortable fortune.

During this time four sons had been born, together with two daughters. A big stone house now replaced the shack, also a large stone stable roofed with shingles.  

During this time he had paid for his holding and fenced it with what was termed in those days a cockatoo fence. With no other settler nearer than five miles in any direction, he had the pick of the country and his perspicacity is proved by the fact that his very holding is today, rated the highest in land value in the Crookwell district.

  • To be continued
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