Little Arthur Payne was only 21 months old when, on May 10, 1907, he vanished.
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The family lived on a remote farm on Golden Valley Road, in the shadow of Quamby Bluff.
As for many others in the district, it was a miserable existence.
Their land was poor - originally taken up by one of the three Keenahan brothers, who'd been transported in 1849 for stealing food.
Mr Keenahan built a decent cottage and planted an orchard, but like so many people out on the fringes, couldn't make a go of it, and handed the 50-acre property back to the government.
Attracted by the improvements, Deloraine-born Edgar Payne and his wife Ellen took up the selection in 1904, but it was a struggle.
They had eight children, Arthur being the second youngest, and Mr Payne had to supplement their income with rabbit trapping and labouring work.
On the fateful Friday, at 5.30 in the afternoon, Mr Payne had been at the stock sales in Deloraine.
Two of his girls set off from home on the track to Deloraine to meet him coming back.
Little Arthur tried to follow them.
They put him back inside the fence, but saw him get out the side gate just as they walked out of sight.
He couldn't catch them. Instead, he disappeared, as though the earth had swallowed him up.
Mrs Payne thought she heard a cry and ran out, but he was nowhere to be seen. She ran down the track, meeting the girls returning.
They began searching and calling. After a little time, their father arrived with other residents returning from the sale and they joined the search.
They were out until midnight without finding a trace.
Early next morning police came with a large party and the search resumed. The Payne's big boar was killed and its stomach contents examined.
Soon there were 100 people out searching, around the homestead and for miles in each direction.
A well was examined, to no avail. Nothing was found.
The lost boy created a sensation in the press and gossips had a field day.
Yet there was never any reason to suspect the family, and the farm was too remote to make kidnapping likely.
Some people remembered the little girl who strayed into the bush from a farmhouse near Spreyton years earlier.
Like Arthur, she was only gone for minutes before being missed, yet was never found.
Long afterwards, foresters found her skeleton only a short distance from the house.
It was thought that, like the little girl, one day in the years to come, Arthur's remains would be found.
But they never were.
The bush holds the mystery still, after 114 years.
What could have happened?
Could a snake or fall have killed him, with devils or tigers removing all trace?
We will probably never know.