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In the Style of Johnny Ashcroft
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<link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"media="all"href="http://boxstr.com/files/5906863_8kxwj/DownUnder_8_Victoria.css"/> I REMEMBER WHEN ALL THIS HAPPENED.. THIS HAS BEEN IN PRIVATE... I DIDNT THINK IT WAS GOOD ENOUGH TO PUT OUT THERE... BUT SOME WHO DON'T KNOW THE STORY MIGHT LIKE TO READ THIS ..... HUGGIES CAZZ..... ================================ HIS first words when they found him were, "Where's my daddy?" and his next were, "Look at the burrs in my socks." Just a few hours before four-year-old Steven Walls was rescued, the search reached its lowest ebb in more than three days when spotters in a light aircraft reported seeing carrion birds circling over a gorge. It was Monday, February 8, 1960, and as Steven's fourth day missing approached in rough country north-east of Guyra in the state's New England region, authorities were calling it the biggest search party in Australian history: 4000 men, women and children, and growing. The boy's father, Norman, believed Steven had wandered off about 9am on Friday while he was rounding up sheep on his property near Tubbamurra. He was wearing shorts, a white shirt, sandals and a hat. The hat was found hanging on a fence several hours later. By Sunday the dragnet included an Aboriginal tracker, 100 men on horses, sniffer dogs, five light aircraft and armoured cars from a nearby army base. One search line was estimated to have 1000 men walking the ground an arm's length apart. "He's a bush-bred boy and is a strong and wiry little fellow," Inspector H. O'Brien, heading the search, said that night. One group checking gorge country near Backwater made a last sweep on Monday morning after reports of footprints. Bill Scrivener, a boiler attendant from Glenn Innes Hospital, saw something that looked like a boy sitting on a log. It was Steven, scratched on his legs, sunburnt and thirsty but otherwise well. He was 11 kilometres from where he had gone missing. He was taken to Guyra hospital and confided to nurses who gave him an ice-cream that the flies "would not leave me alone". That night he had to be comforted after a nightmare, but next day was fine. Today Steven runs the original family property at Tubbamurra, where he lives with his mother, Dorothy. She said this week she still recalls vividly the visions she had as she prayed for her son to be found - she told searchers she saw him sitting on a partly fallen gum tree, some of the roots still in the ground. It matched exactly the tree they found him on. "Even now I say to people, 'Ask, and you shall receive.' " Tales of people being swallowed up by the endless, rugged bush have abounded since the First Fleet but few passed into folklore. In Steven's case, it may well have been because of his self-sufficiency - he didn't eat berries because mummy had told him not to; he cupped his hands to drink from swamps because that's what daddy taught him - and because of the chart-topping song Little Boy Lost, released soon after by Johnny Ashcroft.