Out through channel country that rolls out of sight, down cross the plains of the min min light. The yordoo will tell bout a legend of fight way back in jorkorpar time. There once was a tribe of warriors here that everyone hated and everyone feared. They wandered the land not caring to kill anyone in their way. They stole all the women and fought all the men.This fearsome wild tribe Korn-por was their name. The tribes in their way all called for revenge they prayed to the spirits to try and stop them. Then one day a spirit had heard anxious cries. The Korn-por were coming to kill all the tribes. Then out of the sky a spell there was thrown. The Korn-por were then turned into hills of stone. Then one at a time they fell to the ground and wasted away with hardly a sound. There cross the plains you can see them today out through that strange country that rolls far away. As you go on your way their presence you feel, the warriors of old called the Korn-por hills. They stand there today the warriors of stone called the Korn-por hills..