James Backhouse, Narrative of a Visit to the Australian Colonies (1843)
“ I once ascended Spring Hill alone, taking the rocky part of it, which is composed of projections of white quartz, sometimes tinged with pink or blue, amongst which I could climb as on a rude stair-case. Being sheltered from observation by the rocky spires, I came among a flock of White Cockatoos, which are too shy knowingly to admit the presence of a stranger: they chattered to each other, and shook their beautiful lemon-coloured crests with an amusing degree of consequence, until at length I threw a stick among them, which dispersed the assembly. ”
