My grandfather been tell me this when we moved back to his Country round Docker River [1968]. He live there all his life. He was already husband, father. Life was good there – Petermann Ranges… Everyone camp out all the time. All naked. All live in family groups and visit each other across the country. Everywhere group come together for good hunting – Sorry Business – ceremony – celebrations… and then they go back home. They see smoke over there – know family over there, so go visit. Might camp together for overnight, or little while, then back home again. All moving around that Country [Petermann Ranges] back and forth. They follow kapi and bush foods.

They all saw Lasseter coming – past Papunya, through the lake [Salt Lake country - Lake Neale], Blood Range way. And they been seen him, white man coming up. They bin never seen white man before. They thought he might be ghost. They were too frightened – on the camel, and Lasseter was looking at them. He was looking round for gold. He had that map, little map… Anangu, they all tell each other what they seen as he went by.

Then his camel – two camel – they ran away. He went there to Lasseter’s Cave – Tjunti we call him – that cave he camp. And he stuck there for good. And he used to work with the people now, with Anangu mob, with them together. And he take two young fella look around for two camel that ran from Tjunti. From there they couldn’t find it and they come back home to Tjunti right after. They used to give bush tucker, kangaroo, emu to him, when he ran out of tucker… tucker box empty. Turkey meat, goanna, rabbit - everything – they shared with him. They been get friendly now.

He been stop with Anangu now. They all naked. All Lasseter clothes - his shirt - trouse - underwear - all tatters… nothing – just fall away. He stuck for long Ɵme with them. Couldn’t go – where would he go? Nowhere to go. Can’t walk too far… stuck there forever.

My grandfather been tell me all this and that. That’s all my grandfather story. This was when my mother was little girl, about this size [five or six year old], and my uncle was baby. Mother remember this time. She tell me that story too from that Ɵme, when my uncle was baby. Lasseter there travelling through from Blood Range, then camping at Tjunti for so long.

They been look after Lasseter. Then when he passed, big mob Anangu, they buried him. I don’t know where, but old people they know. Grandfather tell me south of Tjunti, that’s Lasseter’s Cave.

Kele, that’s all.