Listers, Some of us would like to see more messages whereby listers briefly describe events in the lives in Gippsland of their forebears. Linda suggests that l set the ball rolling by re-telling the story about the arrival of my grandmother at Narracan. Mrs Annie Savige (wife of Thomas Smith Savige) and her three young children Sam, Hannah and baby Ern, her (also young) sister Lucy Powell and a male cousin Will Powell arrived at Narracan in May 1875 (before the advent of the Gippsland Railway). They travelled along the "old" Sale Road from Melbourne, passing through "old" Moe to the Haunted Hills, turning off along McDonald's Track - up a steep incline for about eight miles to the selection of Annie's husband Thomas beside Narracan Falls in the heavily forested hill country. In her twilight years, Mrs Lucy Bell (at the instigation of her grand-daughter Mrs Katie Wright) described the journey, which I retell below. Walter Savige "The Journey up to Narracan in 1875 took six or seven days from Collingwood. My sister Annie, her two young sons, Sam five years old and Ern, a baby in arms, a carpenter, a cousin from Adelaide who did most of the driving, and another selector, all in a covered dray with two horses, piled to the hilt with various belongings and horse feed. We must all have walked a lot of the way. I think the men did all of it . . . We had lovely Autumn weather and camped each night beside one of the various creeks. Some of the names I remember Sunny Creek, Brandy Creek and Cannibal Creek. First night at Oakleigh where men were at work on the Gippsland Railway line. We passed gangs of them, right up to Moe. The roads were pretty soft after Oakleigh and included the noted "gIue pots". Our cousin Will must have been a very good driver. The men slept in or under the dray. We youngsters and Annie in a tent which they rigged up each night. I was eleven then and loved every minute of that trip. I think so now, anyhow I do in retrospect! At Moe a sudden storm came on after the nippers were in bed. The tent blew down and we were all carried or dragged to the Moe Hotel. Another thrill for the small fry - sleeping in an Hotel room. Lots of navvies were there, working on the railway line. They looked at us rather interestedly I think we were the only children anywhere about. Next day, over the Haunted Hills and up McDonald's Track we reached our destination - a log hut at Narracan, another thrill! Bunks across the far end, a doorway and fireplace at the other. A sack was the door and the fireplace was uprights in a semicircle. A camp oven, like a very heavy frying pan with a handle over the top, hung over the fire."