Yesterday they were a small community living peacefully on the land, no barriers but their own. Town people never wanted them there. The Adagin tribe, started their day like any other, the fire crackling in preparation to feast. Their laughter and raspy voices carried on the breeze. Dishevelled hunters arriving with rabbits, while women prepared berries to flavour the meat. Mr Landry watched in the distance, trying to blend his elegant clothing not camouflaged as he expected. The fire swept through with walls of rage sweeping everything in its path. There is nothing left now, but charred remains of the old bora ground. The white people watch on pleased with the new landscape that is void of any hint of their existence.

Less than a week ago near Gaphembah Hill is where the match was lit. Mr Landry a local store owner never spoke kindly of the tribe. They didn’t purchase any goods at his store, free loaders living off the land owned not by them. Who did they think they were? He questioned. They shouldn’t be allowed to set up home? He always judged …show more content…
How could he drop a match, intentionally to flatten the landscape?

Mrs Dixon, asks, “what’s the sudden urgency to have them gone” a sentiment not shared by everybody. Mrs Strallen believes they shouldn’t never been there in the first place. “My neighbours could hear them howling and screaming, don’t get me wrong, I feel sorry for the children, perhaps the parents shouldn’t have them out in the bush though” claimed Mrs Strallen. The town was divided, torn by selfish people while others shared a genuine concern.

The coming days saw Mr Landry go about his business. He, the one who drove them away. No one was interested in their version of events. What happened to the Adagin Tribe’s home. Did anyone care? It seems not. “They chose to leave”, he expressed to everyone, was the choice really there’s? No-one is left to refute the story. Just scorched earth