There are two Alice Springs, one white and one black, that don't have much in common. Interesting to note that the Alice Springs town camps don't even show up on the maps of the town. The only way you can find them is by using Google Earth. The town camps are "invisible", except when they create a bother for the "other" Alice Springs.

When I was there a couple of years ago I went and saw the caterpillar. The tail had been flattened because it got in the way of an arrow-straight road. The road could have detoured around, but obviously the engineer got his way. I suppose the caterpillar wasn't part of "his Alice Springs"?

Graham Ring
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http://www.middlemiss.org/lit/authors/patersonab/poetry/clancy.html

And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street,
And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting,
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.

And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,
For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.

And I somehow fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy,
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,
While he faced the round eternal of the cashbook and the journal -
But I doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy, of "The Overflow".

The Bulletin, 21 December 1889