Warning: This article contains historical records that use racist and offensive language, and descriptions of events that will be distressing to some readers. It also contains references to Indigenous Australians who have died
The trees have a voice here. A gentle whispering of the needle-like pins of the casuarina pines as they rustle in the winds. Some say if you walk by the banks of the Greenough River you might see the eyes of spirits glowing among the dense trees and shrubs.
