Mr J. Heywood, of Melbourne, had an unpleasant experience on the 9th inst. Shortly after 5 o'clock he left Marysville in his car for the purpose of coming to Alexandra, but took the Cumberland Falls track instead of the track leading to the road to Alexandra. Darkness overtook him, and as there was no room in which to turn the car, he proceeded ahead on foot. After rough travelling; for some miles he struck a bush hut,occupied by a couple of prospectors, who made him welcome. In the morning they accompanied him back to the car, and assisted in turning it. There was a considerable quantity of snow on the ground. It has been suggested that a more prominent finger post should be erected at Marysville in order, to indicate the road to Alexandra.
LOST IN THE BUSH. Most reluctantly residents of the Marysville district, who for the past five lays have been searching the bush for Miss Olive Pitman, proprietress of Korringa guest house at Marysville, have abandoned hope of finding the woman alive. A big search party is being organised for Sunday next, when efforts fill be made to find Miss Pitman's remains. The task will be a difficult one, as the tracks of the missing woman led in the direction of the Cumberland falls where the country is exceedingly rough.
MAN LOST IN THE BUSH
TWO DAYS' WONDERING
SEARCH PARTY SUCCESSFUL
Amateur Photographer's plight
Marysville, Monday - The picturesque and old-English village of Marysville has passed through two days of unwanted excitement, which was subdued at noon today when a short message was sent from the post office to the various guest houses stating that a missing man had been found. The news concerned Mr. Timothy Green who for 48 hours had been lost in the mountain fastness near Cumberland Falls. He was one of a party which left the Bungalow at 9 o'clock on Saturday morning for an excursion to the Cumberland and Cora Lynn falls, about nine miles away. Mr Green is an Englishman by birth, aged, 63 years, and he is a resident of Merton street Albert Park. During his residence in Australia he has been employed by John Danks and Son Pty. Ltd. His hobbies are photography and nature study. He went from Marysville with his camera and his butterfly net, left the main party, and wondered down the Armstrong river. He obtained 18 beautiful photographs, but the scenery so excited him that he did not realise he had worked away from the course of the stream. His effort to make it again were in vain.
In the meantime the members of his party, ready for home, passed through the various stages of annoyance to uneasiness and then to alarm. They searched the neighbourhood until darkness came, then returned to Marysville. At 9 o'clock at night the matter was reported to Constable Delarue. It was then too late to do anything except make plans for the morning, but at daylight on Sunday the constable with Messrs J. F. Barton, Frank Keppel, and William Walker, were out. The last that had been seen of Mr Green was standing on Barton's Lookout taking a photograph. From there it is an almost sheer drop of 100 ft. to the stream below, and it was through that, although the lookout is guarded, his zeal as a photographer might have tempted him into a danger spot from which he had fallen. It took almost all Sunday forenoon to search this locality and the search resulted in nothing.
Bushmen Pick Up Tracks
The course of the Armstrong River was searched on Sunday afternoon, and there the experienced bushmen comprising the party were heartened by picking up the track. They led up a steep mountain-side, overgrown with jungle, but they were followed faithfully for fully 300 feet, and almost down the same course again to the stream. They were traced up the river for a little distance, but in the green matted ferns they disappeared. It was then dark, and the party returned to the camping ground as it was impossible to do anything in the darkness.
The party returned to Marysville where Constable Delarue telephoned to Melbourne at 11 o'clock for the assistance of black trackers. At daylight this morning members of the party were again searching. They were reinforced by Mr Maurice Keppel, mounted on a pony guaranteed to penetrate anywhere man can venture. They searched along Cora Lynn and Cumberland Creek and the Armstrong River. They sent rifle shots reverberating through the hills, and a miner fire explosives, which echoed through the valley for miles around.
Wonderer Hears "Coo-ee"
But the familiar Australian "Coo-ee" was the first sound the approach of his friends the wonderer heard. Constable Delarue had returned to Marysville to meet the black trackers, who had arrived in charge of Senior-constable Haygarth. Before he returned, however, the grateful "Coo-ee" had struck upon the ears of the lost man. It was answered by a succession of shrieks and screams, but the first the party saw of Mr Green was when he was walking calmly towards them, his trousers almost torn off his legs, and he was then about five miles away from any track. He was placed on the intelligent pony, and it took the party nearly two hours to get him out to any track. Mr Green had had nothing to eat for more than 48 hours, but fortunately there was plenty of water, and he was spared the most awful terror of those lost in the bush. He lay down part of the first nigh, but the animals of the forest made rest impossible. The barking of the foxes and the yelping of the dingoes kept his nerves on edge. Most of his sleep was taken in the daytime. He was sitting down when he heard the "Coo-ee" of the searchers, and says that he had made up his mind to stay there, having abandoned hope.
Mr Green is the owner of a very fine camera, to which he clung lovingly. He had been pressed by Dr. Rosenberg, of Richmond, to sell it some time ago, but he had declined to part with it and laughingly said that he "would leave it to the doctor in his will." As he sat for his final rest the words recurred to him, and he was just about to write a note that the camera was to be given to Dr. Rosenberg when the grateful sound fell on his ears. The bush testament never completed.
Mr Green was brought to Marysville in Mr Joseph White's car, and he slept soundly through all the jolting. He was put to bed at once and will, it is hoped, be none the worse for his adventures.