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On Sunday morning last a wire from Alice Springs was received in Palmerston, notifying the death of Mr. Ernest Flint, who was manager of the Telegraph Station at Alice Springs, where he had resided for the last eight or nine years. Among the telegraph officers between here and the Alice the death notice was received with such an unfeigned show of sorrow as seldom meets the decease of any but a near relative ; and others outside the Department, who had the pleasure of knowing Mr. Flint personally, or by reputation, were almost as much grieved at the announcement of his death. The name that he has made all along the line for genuine good heartedness and kindness in every way is not likely to be easily shifted to the shoulders of as deserving a successor. The officers who at one time or another came under him speak of him as the grandest man they ever had anything to do with- as generous to the lowly as those in the higher walks of life- every inch a thorough man. Many an operator has reason to think of the kind actions performed by the deceased simply from the purest motives ; but none can say a word discreditable to him. Full of fun and sport, he was always foremost in keeping up the humour of honest racing, for which Alice Springs is notable ; and those who remember him either as an owner of racehorses, or behind a team of spanking carriage horses, will never have it said that Mr. Flint was other than a straghtforward, upright man. Some time ago he obtained leave of absence and made a voyage to England where he was soon afterwards (some six months ago) united in marriage to an accomplished and handsome girl, 17 years of age, with whom he returned to Australia, and finally to his old berth at the Springs, where he arrived about nine weeks back. The honeymoon of the happy pair had scarcely begun when this death thunderbolt interfered, and this circumstance, added to the fact of the young lady making the trip direct from England - away from home, parents, and everything - into the very centre of Australia, a thousand miles from the nearest city, makes the demise of Mr. Flint seem more untimely and melancholy. He was not more than 32 or 33 years of age, and the cause of death was rheumatic fever. He had been a sufferer for some time, but nothing serious was anticipated, and the news of his having died on Sunday last from the complaint was hardly to be realised at first hearing. At the time of the attack on the Powell's Creek telegraph station by the blacks some years ago, Flint was one of those saved, but he was speared in the arm.
North Australian (Darwin, NT), 23 July 1887.
|Address:||Herbert Heritage Drive, Telegraph Station Historical Reserve, Alice Springs, 0870|
|GPS Coordinates:||Lat: -23.671057|
Note: GPS Coordinates are approximate.
|Sub-Theme:||Government - Colonial|
Who Died 17 July 1887.
Aged 33 Years.
This Stone Was Erected In Loving Memory
By His Brother Officers
Of The Central Section
"Should The Sturdy Station Children Pull
The Bush Flowers On My Grave,
I May Chance To Hear Them Romping Overhead."