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...past, says Arneth, and you can tell he doesn't think much of what passes for progress. It's the same with the 35-year-old ban on crocodile hunting, which he says has outlived its usefulness. "Now there are heaps of crocodiles in the rivers," says Arneth. (Northern Australia has an estimated 70,000 saltwater crocodiles.) "They have lost all fear. They come up and have a look at you. There are 18-footers out there...
...Darnum's small congregations don't bother lay preacher John Watson, 73, who addresses tinier ones in neighboring towns and isn't one to agonize about making his sermons electrifying. "I'm what I'd call an expository preacher," says Watson, who came to Australia 54 years ago from Northern Ireland. He demands of himself only that he be prepared for each service: "if you don't prepare," he says, quoting Protestant preacher Ian Paisley, "soon you'll be preaching to Mrs. Wood and Timothy Timber...
...Further north, the magnetic termites of the Northern Territory align their tall, narrow nests perfectly north to south. The thin-skinned insects are highly sensitive to temperature, and the orientation of the gravestone mounds allows the Territory sun to pass overhead without overheating the inhabitants. Elsewhere, termites burrow underground to escape the heat or open and close vents in an air-conditioning system, but during the big wet of the Top End that's not an option...
Just west of Burketown, Highway 1 on the map turns into a dotted line that staggers all the way to Borroloola, across the Northern Territory border. On the ground, that translates to 480 corrugated kilometers of red dirt and gravel-a track that's bone-jarring at the best of times and, in the wet season, impassable. For the people who live along the road, keeping that dotted line from disappearing off the map is an unrelenting struggle...
...very undesirable characters, who prefer picking their own beef and horse-flesh,'" he writes in The Rush That Never Ended. "They faked the brands on their stolen horses with any piece of iron they could find, and at Kimberley one could see horses from nearly every pastoral run in Northern Australia...