The legend of the Barrington Towers

The legend of the Barrington Towers.

Our own Barrington Tops version of the Three Sisters: the aboriginal legend of the Barrington Towers. Published in the Gloucester Advocate, Tuesday 18 Dec 1934), written by Wirrapit (“Lightning”). Text and photos by Robert Syron courtesy of Hunter Living Histories.

The Happy Lovers

โ€œCountless years ago, there lived a beautiful maiden of the Kabookโ€“ (Cherry Tree Clan) inhabited the Rawdon Vale and Barrington districts) her name was Yettee (the laughing one) and she was beloved by a splendid young warrior named Mooloogat โ€“ (The Son Of Thunder) But alas as was the tribal custom she was betrothed to old Golwah, (the eagle) Golwah suspected that Mooloogat might attempt to steal her so he had her guarded night and day by three picked warriors. However, one dark rainy night Mooloogat killed the three guards and he and Yettee escaped.

Golwah was of course very angry and sent six of the most noted warriors in the tribe in pursuit. After many days of weary wandering Mooloogat and Yettee found themselves at the spot where now stand the Towers. Here their pursuers caught them up and in the epic fight that ensued Mooloogat killed the whole six but was himself so badly wounded- that he died.

Then the great Alcooingha (good spirit) in answer to the supplications of Yettee took pity on them both and turned them into the two wonderful Towers and here they have stood for thousands upon thousands of years with the waters of the Barrington rushing past and between them, in flood time with a thunderous roar and in normal times bubbling and rippling with laughter hence the names Mooloogat and Yettee.

The name of the 3rd tower on the side of a steep hill is Golwah whom the great Alcooingha (good spirit) condemned forever to gaze from a safe distance upon the happy lovers.

These towers are about 12 miles west from Rawdon Vale, and just before or on the Barrington River on the lower country from the mountains, stands three gigantic pillars of stone know by the white community as the towers, or Barrington Towers, two of them 100 feet in height. Now the water swirls at the base of the great pillars of hardened sandstone, which are worn smooth and appear as if fashioned by the hands of man and the other, the smallest one is up on the steep hill side.โ€

Our own Barrington Tops version of the Three Sisters: the aboriginal legend of the Barrington Towers