Crown Point station is so named because of its propinquity to a hill about 350 feet high, of sugar-loaf shape, surmounted by something not unlike a crown.
West of this crowned point is a long, low, stony and unused saddle; then again a hill of about the same height as the Crown and of similar strata—white and brown desert sandstone. Apparently the formations were one in times long past.
The Finke channel passes to the east of both Crown Hill and station. The river here is thickly fringed with giant gums, which grow for some hundreds of feet in from the bank proper. Swamp gums, box trees, and acacias are plentiful also further out. In width it varies from a quarter to three-quarters of a mile. In times of drought famished horses have been known to paw down and down into the loose sand in the bed, searching for soakage water, until they have made graves for themselves.
Around Crown Point the cyclist need not look for thorns. He will find them without a search.
A marsupial mole (which some of the blacks named for me "el-comita," others "qu-monpita") may also be found here. The species is unique. It puts in an appearance after rain; at other times it burrows in the sand, and vanishes.
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Down from the cattle ranche by the river's bed, there are generally gathered a large number of natives, of the Larapinta or Arunto tribe. In the main camp many small tires burn, around which humble hearths the various families find already fashioned their unostentatious and separate homes. They sleep huddled up with the family dogs, close by the fires, but without a vestige of covering or shelter except their scanty every-day attire.
They appear to be quite happy, and are presented with cancerous bullocks now and then from travelling mobs, and others.
Nightly one hears the sound of their laughter, mingled with weird cries, monotonous chantings, and beating of tom-toms, or sticks upon the ground. They think themselves very clever if they succeed in working up an echo. When ferreted out, the discoverer claims it as his very own, and the others listen in admiring silence whilst he works the "wondrous vocal gift" for much more than 'tis worth.