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Bob the Railway Dog (also known as "Terowie Bob") is part of South Australian Railways folklore. He travelled the South Australian Railways system in the latter part of the 19th century, and was known widely to railwaymen of the day; he is part of the folklore in the area, and has been commemorated over the years.
My Life
Bob first experienced the railway life when, as a young dog, he took a fancy to the workers building the railway near Strathalbyn and followed some of the navvies to the line. He was brought back to his owner, the publican of the Macclesfield Hotel, two or three times before finally disappearing. He was about nine months old at the time.
His true railway career appears to have commenced not long after being consigned from Adelaide, along with fifty other dogs, to Quorn, to be used to exterminate rabbits near Carrieton. Bob was, it was believed, picked up as a stray in Adelaide. He was swapped (though it has been suggested he "broke pack") for another dog, obtained as a stray from the police in Port Augusta by William Seth Ferry, then working as a special guard at Petersburg as Peterborough was then known. Ferry "registered him right away" and is recorded as noting he acquired Bob on 24 September 1884.
Eventually William Ferry, a nephew of Seth Ferry, the noted horse trainer, was promoted to Petersburg Assistant Station Master in February 1885, by which time Bob had become accustomed to train travel.
Other name(s): Bob,Terowie Bob
Species: Dog
Breed: Koolie/ Smithfield cross
Sex: Male
Bornc. 1878
Adelaide Hills, near Macclesfield
Died29 July 1895 (aged 16–17)
Hindley Street, Adelaide
Occupation: Railway traveler
Employer: South Australian Railways
Notable role: Driver's companion
Years active1881–1894
Owner: Railwaymen, Terowie
Bob was known to venture to and from Petersburg often sitting in the front of the coal space in the locomotive tender, travelling many thousands of miles. According to the Petersburg Times "His favourite place on a Yankee engine; the big whistle and belching smokestack seem(ed) to have an irresistible attraction for him... he lived on the fat of the land, and was not particular from whom he accepted his dinner."
Bob did not like suburban engines because of their cramped cabs, but was known to clear out third class compartments for his sole use by "vigorously barking at all stations, usually succeeding in convincing intending passengers that the coach had been reserved of his special benefit". "His bark was robust and often caused strangers to believe that he was being aggressive when he really intended to be friendly." He had no master, but was befriended and enabled by the engineers (for whom he seemed to have a special affinity) and trainmen, and permitted to "ride for free, like a politician."
Some sources suggest that Bob's travels took him to all mainland states of Australia, being seen as far afield as Oodnadatta, Queensland, and even Western Australia (given there was no railway connection at the time, this is unlikely). However, he was noted as having "several river trips up the Murray and around the coast". He was present at the opening of the railway between Petersburg and Broken Hill, as a "distinguished guest at the Melbourne Exhibition in 1881". Given that he was not acquired by Ferry until 1884, it is not clear if this was indeed "Bob" (although the source may have confused the 1880 event with the 1888 Melbourne Centennial Exhibition which was held in the building constructed for the 1880 event).
Bob is noted as having several accidents in his career. In his early career, Bob had a number of falls, after which he refined his skills jumping up onto, or from one locomotive to another, even as they moved. On one occasion he is reported to have fallen from an engine travelling between Manoora and Saddleworth, and managed to walk two miles to Saddleworth with an injured leg.
In Port Pirie, his tail became jammed – just where is not known. In another incident, Bob is reported as losing an inch off his tail after slipping off, and on another journey, his coat caught fire.
During a stay in Adelaide, Bob is reported to have spent time at Goodwood Cabin, and, after tripping down the cabin's stairs, started rolling under and out the other side of a passing train.
During one of his visits to Port Augusta, Bob is said to have caught a steamship to Port Pirie after apparently confusing the ship's whistle with that of a locomotive.
The Petersburg Times records that "only during one winter did he look miserable, when some employé (on probation) cut off all his hair except that of his neck and tip of his tail. He was supposed to look like a diminutive lion, but his voice betrayed him".
Various reports over the years suggest that while Bob was "well bred", he was most likely a Koolie crossed with a Smithfield. Others claim he was a Bearded collie.
One correspondent, Henry Hollamby of Macclesfield, claimed in the Southern Argus that he was the breeder, and that "Bob's father was a German collie dog". He writes that he passed the dog to the owner of the Macclesfield Hotel, James Mott. Later research by Parker appears to support this.
The following poem was published in The Advertiser on 17 August 1895:
Home-keeping dogs have homely wits,
Their notions tame and poor;
I scorn the dog who humbly sits
Before the cottage door,
Or those who weary vigils keep,
Or follow lowly kine;
A dreary life midst stupid sheep
Shall ne'er be lot of mine.
For free from thrall I travel far,
No fixed abode I own;
I leap aboard a railway car;
By every one I'm known;
Today I'm here, tomorrow brings
Me miles and miles away;
Borne swiftly on steam's rushing wings,
I see fresh friends each day.
Each driver from the footplate hails
My coming with delight;
I gain from all upon the rails;
A welcome ever bright;
I share the perils of the line
With mates from end to end,
Who would not for a silver mine
Have harm befall their friend
Let other dogs snarl and fight,
And round the city prowl,
Or render hideous the night
With unmelodious howl.
I have a cheery bark for all,
No ties my travels clog;
I hear the whistle, that's the call
For Bob, the driver's dog.
Bob was provided with a collar bought by a commercial traveller who had taken a fancy to him after he had been "dognapped" by a farmer. In addition to two tags, two brass plates were rivetted to the collar itself. They were inscribed with:
Stop me not, but let me jog, For I am Bob, the drivers dog and;
Presented by McLean Bros & Ricc
It was reported that the brass plate was made by "a brass worker in the service". It has been suggested that the couplet was written by Ferry and his nephew.
Parker also notes that the railwaymen in Terowie had always maintained his registration after Ferry left (Ferry took up a role as Assistant Stationmaster with the WA Land Company at Mt Barker WA in 1889); he notes that "somebody hid him at Alberton, so I should not get him. I never saw him again after that".
It was reported that Bob died on 29 July 1895.The Advertiser reported he had retired to Adelaide where he was known to dine regularly at a butcher's shop, run by a Mr. Evans, in Hindley Street, until his death at the age of 17. The Chronicle notes that after his afternoon tea, Bob was "heard to bark at a passing dog, and then with a pitiful howl dropped dead". He was eulogized around the world, as far away as Great Britain, and was lauded as "the king of outcasts".
Others record that Bob lived out his days on the Silverton Tramway Company Ltd, which connected Broken Hill to the South Australian Railways, and Petersburg.
On my passing, my body was preserved and later displayed at the Exchange Hotel, Adelaide. His collar was initially given to the Lord Mayor of Adelaide, but was later passed on to the Australian Federated Union of Locomotive Enginemen.
I am remembered today by railway workers and historians alike. His collar is on display in the National Railway Museum, Port Adelaide, along with photographs and other artifacts.
In 2009, the local community of Peterborough, as Petersburg is now known, raised funds for a statue of Bob. This was unveiled in November, and it is at the eastern end of Main Street.
Bob is commemorated in Terowie via a series of information boards, labelled "Bob the Railway Dog Trail", at various points of interest in the town.
Bob's Trail – Terowie SA
Bob's story has been romanticised in a fictional work published in 2011.
To date its unknown if there is another Railway Dog in Australia.
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When I wrote about Peterborough in South Australia I discovered the truly wonderful story, particularly for dog lovers and owners, of Bob the Railway Dog.
In a small park, in the centre of town, is a statue of Bob the Railway Dog – a classic image of a shaggy mutt.
He is a legend in the area. Terowie, which is just down the road, actually has a Bob the Railway Dog Trail in which an imaginary Bob chats (albeit in bubbles attached to a loveable image of the pooch) to the traveller about the town.
The inscription on the sculpture in Peterborough explains: "The story of Bob, railway mascot, begins when he was rounded up in Adelaide in 1883 with a lot of other stray dogs being sent north to the rabbit plague.
“He was adopted by railway guard William Ferry of Terowie and a few months later moved with him to Petersburg. Bob began travelling on trains, first with his owner and then on his own. He jumped on and off trains as the mood took him making interstate journeys and short suburban trips on trams as well as trains (he also made river trips on the Murray Steamers). When he heard the whistle of a train he was off!
“He travelled far - to Sydney, Melbourne, Oodnadatta, Broken Hill, Mt Gambier and more. "When he died in 1895 he was mourned by the travelling public all over Australia."
Then I checked the ‘net and found, to my amusement, an entire website devoted to the dog - check out http://www.bobtherailwaydog.com (he really did become internationally famous during his life - 1882-1895).
It contains vast amounts of information but my favourite was a letter to The Spectator in London which described Bob’s uniqueness: "I often see interesting letters to the Spectator about dogs, and I thought perhaps your readers might like to hear about the best known dog in Australia. His name is Railway Bob and he passes his whole existence on the train - his favourite seat being on top of the coal box. In this way he has travelled many thousands of miles, going all over the lines in South Australia. He is well known in Victoria, frequently seen in Sydney and has been up as far as Brisbane!
“The most curious part of his conduct is that he has no master, but every engine driver is his friend. At night he follows home his engine man of the day never leaving him or letting him out of his sight until they are back on the Railway Station in the morning, when he starts off on another of his ceaseless journeys. I have not seen him on our line for some time, but noticed with regret last time he was in the station he was showing signs of age, and limping as he walked. E Cresswall. Adelaide, August 24th. 1895."
Bob got lucky because, of all places in Australia, Peterborough was the craziest when it came to railway towns ... its great claim to fame ... well let me explain.
Before Federation in 1901 each state drew up its own rules. Some of those rules were sensible ... then there was the issue of railway gauges!
Each state decided that it was going to have a different railway gauge. Broad - 5'3", Standard 4'8 1/2" and Narrow 3'6'' (they are all in old imperial feet and inches) and, as luck would have it, Peterborough happened to be one of those places where all three railways came together.
They even needed a triple gauge turntable – the only one in the world. Yes, because the rest of the world isn’t totally stupid. And, hey, Bob was at a point where three railways met. He really could go anywhere ... and he did. Love that story.
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