The Singleton Argus, New South Wales
Date: March 30, 1878
A correspondent in a western district sends the following strange story to the Freeman's Journal : — About thirty years ago a shepherd in W. Suttor's employ averred that he had seen a hairy man in a scrub north of Cunningham's Creek, but the story was treated as childish.
However, he persisted till the day he died that it walked upright and was covered with hair, and the dogs that hunted everything else ran back from this frightened, with their tails between their legs.
A few years ago young Tim Wring, a shepherd, in Mr. Price's employ, while his pot was boiling for dinner, saw something unusual walking through the scrub about five miles from where the first shepherd reported, but Tim could give no description, as he ran home for his life to be laughed at as a dreamer.
Later still, in the last mentioned locality, Pat Wring, a younger brother, heard his kangaroo dogs bark , from 10 a.m., to 4 p.m., down some inaccessible cliffs, he determined to go and help them to kill what he supposed must be an old man wallaroo, as the two dogs could kill any other kind of marsupial. Pat's surprise may easily be imagined when his eyes looked down on a hairy monster standing upright, a body as apparently round as a horse, arms as round as a man's thigh, three claws on each hand, two large claws on each foot.
It stood, to the best of his belief, about 4 foot high. The head resembled a pig's but turned upwards, and he threw into the air the only dog that ventured within reach. Pat could not see the milk-white hair under his armpits.
When Pat was tired of looking on, he feared the dog would be killed, as it fell on the rocks about sixty yards away each time it was thrown up, he threw about 14lb. weight of a stone, which struck the mark without doing any damage.
The animal was at the foot of the rocks on which Pat stood, and in two springs or strides it sprang or strode in an upright position and then commenced to climb monkey-fashion. Pat saw no more, as he thought it was time to run for life; he never looked back.
His heart beat so audibly that he fancied it was the quick stamping of the strange thing behind him. The dog died shortly after, but not a hair of the strange creature could be found, though the dog's hair and blood was plentiful on the rocks.
We now hear that some splitters on the flat lands north of Cherry Tree Hill have become terrified by hearing unearthly screams or sounds at night. There are three caves in the vicinity of the above; into one of those the dogs never follow the rock-wallaby.