When we were little ones, little girls, here, we stayed out behind the Telegraph Station. We didn't have school, but the missionary here at Seven Mile he came to teach us. We would walk from our camps to the tent. That missionary, his name was Mr. West. He was the first one. He came from Papua New Guinea. He was a Blackfella too. Funny, but he came here. He brought clothes and books to us mob. He taught us how to write our names and sing songs, missionary songs. We were little then, but we learned how to write. He was a good one.