THE STORY OF OLD HOFFNUNGSTHAL IN SOUTH AUSTRALIA

(As told by G.R. Juers in 'Kirchen-Blatt')

Published in the Australian Lutheran Almanac, 1939.

It was between the years 1840 and 1850 that many people from Germany came to the Colony of South Australia. Among then were the parents and grandparents of the narrator. Among the many settlements established by these immigrants we might mention ROSENTHAL NEU-MECKLENBURG, and HOFFNUNGSTHAL. The people who came from Germany were for the greater part Lutherans, pious, God-fearing people, who had left Germany for reasons of religious liberty. Thus they left their native land for conscience' sake. In Germany they had heard from Pastor Kavel that in Australia good land could be obtained at cheap rates, and, what was the main thing, everyone was free to practice his religion according to his conscience. And so they said. Let us go there. Let us build our churches and schools there to the praise of God and make a new home for ourselves and our children. Arrived at Port Adelaide, they did not scatter seeking employment, but remained together in groups so they could establish congregations and erect churches. The most of them had families for whom they had to provide. They came in the ships 'GELLERT' 'VON DER TANN' 'KOENIGIN LUISE' and 'WANDRAM' and from the first to arrive, those coming later learned that lend was available at a place called Lyndoch Valley. This had been discovered by some who went out on a reconnoitring expedition. Near the western slopes of the Barossa Ranges they had found, about a mile east from the Lyndoch Valley, some lovely low-lying country. The soil looked very fertile. Of course it was still covered by virgin forest, giant gum trees towering above the dense scrub. It was not unlike a European moor. At a depth of three feet beautiful spring water was obtainable in summer and in winter. That was the place on which a group of them fixed. The whole of this country at that time belonged to the South Australian Company which held it on a twenty year lease. The Company was glad to get tenants for the land at an annual rental. The Lutherans soon came to terms with the Company.

There were about twenty families, besides single men, who settled here, some making their homes in the gullies of the Barossa Ranges. Their holdings ranged from twenty to eighty acres. An old gum tree near the present town of Lyndoch still marks the spot where each man's area was allotted to him.

When these Lutherans settled here they decided to build s village such as they had known than in Germany and they called their village 'HOFFNUNGSTHAL' (Valley of Hope) because they were all full of hope that here they would grow into a flourishing community. In the wild bush where the aborigines built their miamis, they erected their humble cottages. Today, the main road from Old Hoffnungsthal runs north-east by south-east. Along this road most of their houses stood. At the south-west end of the village, on a slight eminence, they built their church and a residence for the teacher. To the back of the church they attached two rooms for the Pastor to live in. The Church was built of planks they had sewn on their own holdings. The walls were plastered with clay and the roof thatched with rushes. Most of the cottages were constructed of stone with clay for mortar and the roof of rushes. Their fields lay to the west of the road. Each cottage had its flower and vegetable garden, generally on its eastern side. At the end of the road, on somewhat higher ground, lies the old God's-sore where they laid their departed dear ones to rest. This cemetery was about halt a mile from the church. The village was beautifully situated. The Barossa Ranges rise on the eastern side of the road and even in summer it was eight or nine o'clock before the sun rose over the hills.

It was a great day for the little community when it was able to dedicate its newly-built church. Pastors Kavel and Fritzsche officiated on the occasion.    The building was put to good use. Every day the children assembled in it for their schooling. Not only on Sundays but also on all the old holy-days of the year, there was worship. On two evenings of the week prayer meetings were held. Every year they celebrated the anniversary of their emigration from Germany, thanking God who had brought them into a beautiful land of liberty. They were determined that the right teaching of God's Word should abide with them and they stood firmly on the confessional writings of the Lutheran Church. Their first minister was Pastor Meier, the second Pastor Ph. Oster. The latter had come to Australia as a student and had studied his theology under Pastor Fritzsche at Lobethal. On the completion of his studies he was ordained and installed at Hoffnungsthal. His parsonage consisted of the two rooms at the back of the church. The teachers who taught in the school were NOSKE, SEELAENDER, MOLKENTIN, and SCHWARTZKOPFF.

They were happy people, those dwellers in old Hoffnungsthal. To them this new country looked like the Land of Canaan, for it flowed with milk and honey. In the great old gums the bees had their hives and in very warm weather, the combs overflowed and the honey dropped to the ground. And if anyone was lucky enough to possess a cow or two, he also had milk. So abundant was the feed for the cows, that often, too, these could not retain their milk, and like the honey, it flowed to the ground. There were no fences in those days, the country was open in all directions and the cows were free to wander and seek for themselves the most succulent grasses. In the gullies of the Barossa Ranges, the pasture was sweet and the water in the creeks as clear as crystal. There were some clever tradesmen among those Lutherans at Hoffnungsthal, Carpenters, Masons, Cabinetmakers, Shoemakers, Tailors, and even an organ-builder CARL KRUGER, who built the organ which is still in use today. In later years he built an organ for the HOCHKIRCH Church in Victoria, which was in use until a few yearn ago.
 
How, you may ask, what did these people live on? They grew wheat, barley, rye, oats, peas. beans, lentils, and potatoes. The cultivation of millet and buckwheat they also tried, but were not successful, an the climate was not suitable. But the ether cereals grew most luxuriantly and there was always the danger of their lodging before they ripened. Harvesting operations were carried out by means of the sickle and the scythe. The threshing was done by flail and roller. The common threshing floor was located at the southern end of the village beneath a huge spreading red gum tree. This tree is still in flourishing condition. The threshing floor was circular, about forty feet in diameter and laid out on hard ground. Alongside of this tree you may still see the half-rotted log on which the men sat when they took their rest in the shade of the tree. There they had their lunch and drank their rye, coffee or honey-beer. After a pipe of tobacco and a yarn they again assiduously applied themselves to their work with flail and roller. The threshing had to be done in hot weather. The grain was noon dislodged from the husks and then separated from the chaff by means of a wooden winnowing machine of their own construction. This had t0 he dome on a windy day, for the wind had to help to blow away the chaff. The roller remained on the old threshing floor for many days after the village was deserted. It was twenty feet long and conical in shape. At the one end it had a diameter of four and a half feet, at the thin end it was only s foot in diameter. A ring oil the thin end fixed it to stout peg in the centre of the threshing floor. At the thick end a hook was fixed on a swivel. To this end by means of the hook, a couple of oxen were yoked and they drew the roller round end round. The roller was fluted with six-inch grooves, and was constructed from a single tree trunk.

The grain was taken by bullock dray to the old windmill which stood about a mile to the north of Lyndoch end was known as BOTHE'S mill. In later years there wan a water-driven mill at Gawler which was finally supplanted by a steam mill. By that time the old windmill had had its days. Rain and wind have since left their mark an it, in fact, only a heap of stones remains where it once stood.

As has been stated, each dwelling had its flower and vegetable garden. The seed had been brought along from the Fatherland. The natives often sat on the side of the hills all day watching these mew-comers down in the valley as with axe and fire they demolished their former hunting grounds. They told the white men that sometimes after big rain- much water would flow together where they had made their fields. The new-comers took little notice of that. They did not as yet know enough about Australia's erratic climatic conditions. unsuspiciously they pursued the even tenor of their labour.

How did they live?    They hid not only themselves but also their Pastor and their teacher to provide for. All had brought a good supply of clothing with them from the old country. The good black cloth suits of the men, which they wore only when they went to church on Sundays, or, in some cases, only when they attended at the Lords Table, would last then for many years. Working clothes they bought in Adelaide. The old white moleskin trousers could be bought for 12/6 and vests they made themselves out of calf or goat skin. Their food was the plainest. Peas, beans, lentils, potatoes, bacon, ham, sausages, home made cheese and sauerkraut were the staple articles on the menu. Tea they hardly knew. They drank "coffee' made of rye and milk. The gardens produced all kinds of vegetables and the bush supplied wild honey. The latter was also used in the brewing of beer of  which horehound, which grew in abundance, was also an ingredient. Their guns secured what today the butcher supplies. Of game there was abundance in the bush, also wild ducks, soft black as well as white cockatoos were so plentiful that as many an half a dozen might be bagged in one shot - then for dinner there would be one whole fried bird for each member of the family. Kangaroo was generally served roasted with bacon and garlic. The aborigines were much impressed by the firearms of the settlers, which would spit fire with a thundering roar, giving the animal such a fright that it dropped dead.

Let us take a peep into one of these humble little homes. The floor consists of mother earth. The table is made of rough-hewn slabs. The family is seated on a couple of benches made of rough bush timber which stand on either aide of the table. For breakfast there would be eggs, bacon, honey, lard, butter, and cheese. The mid-day meal might consist of curds, boiled peas, meat (if available) and sauerkraut or beans. For the evening meal there would be gruel or bread and milk. Never would they sit down to their meal without having first asked a blessing. In some families the grace would be sung by all, especially on Sundays. Children had to say their prayers aloud on going to bed and on rising in the morning. They were great singers, those people, and when they raised their voices to praise the Lord on Sundays and festival days, there was no mistaking that their hearts were in it.

Did they ever have picnics in those old days ? Yes, annually, in the month of October, the whole village would go for a hike into the ranges. The people were entranced by nature's beauties in the Australian bush. They admired the gigantic gum trees and the profusion of wild flowers. How different everything was from the country they had left. From the summit of the ranges they had a view over the surrounding country, which extended to the sea. And as they song the songs of Germany, their thoughts went back to their native soil and to the many dear relatives and friends they had left behind. Aid a feeling skin to homesickness come into their hearts as they said, there lies the great expense of water across which we came here. But others rejoined that God had brought them into a new fatherland here and had blessed them abundantly. And tears were wiped away and with glad hearts they returned to their humble homes.

On the top of one mountain peak the settlers had made a place of worship. Stones had been plied up to form a pulpit around which were ranged seats of stone. This place they called the Kaiserstuhi, and often Pastor Meier had to come along and preach them a Sermon on the Mount on this eminence. The old pulpit and the atone pews are still to be seen on the top of this peak, but the name, owing to war hysteria, has been changed into Mt. Kitchener.

For some ten years this happy life continued. Large tracts of bush country had been cleared and the good people were beginning to reel settled and comfortable. But the happiest conditions of lire may come to an end very suddenly. It was about the year 1853 in the month of October when the disaster came. It rained heavily and continuously. For a day and a night the rain came down like a deluge. One faintly had to leave its house during the night and seek refuge beneath a huge boulder on the side of the hill. In the morning a scene of desolation met the gaze of the people as they emerged from their cottages. All the farms and gardens were submerged. The water was already entering the homes and was rising rapidly. In great haste they had to open pens and yards for pigs and cattle to escape. Then was there much weeping among mothers and children and many were asking why the hand of the Lord had thus descended upon them. Had they done anything to offend God? With a little reflection they had to admit that they themselves were to blame for the disaster that had overwhelmed them. The old blacks had warned them that sometimes much water would flow together there where they had built their village, although possibly they had not understood the warning. They had not had much experience of the vagaries of the Australian climate. It was hardly to be expected that Clod would alter the laws of nature on their account. Their work of clearing the land of timber and brush had made the progress of the flood waters all the more rapid. Before the creeks and gullies had finished emptying out their waters Old Hoffnungsthal was submerged beneath some eight feet of water.

What was to be done? The South Australian Company was, of course, very sorry for the people who were now in so sad a plight. Surveyors were sent up to determine whether this lake could be drained, but that was out of the question. The village lay eighteen feet too low. A tunnel through a hill might have carried the water off, but that was too expensive an undertaking, as the tunnel would need to be at least a mile long. Government aid was not available. And there was nothing left but for these people to seek for themselves new homes somewhere else. That meant that they scattered in all directions. That was the end of that once flourishing congregation. Many trekked across to Victoria where they established the HOCHKIRCH congregation, to which Pastor Schurmann, who up to that time had been a missionary at Port Lincoln, was called. Some even migrated to America. Others founded a new settlement nearby which they called NEUHOFFNUNGSTHAL. Pastor Oster moved to the adjacent ROSENTHAL and from there ministered to the few families settled at Neuhoffnungsthal.

What has become of Old Hoffnungsthal? Today only a few ruins mark the place where it once stood. The church remained for many years, then crumbled and the material of which it was built was carted away. Today, only its foundations are left. The same has to be said of the teacher's residence. Heaps of stone mark the places where once the dwellings resounded with the merry laughter of little children.

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