The sergeant in command of the troopers told us that they had been sent
forward in search of some bushrangers who with unaccountable hardihood,
notwithstanding the capture of two of their companions, were still
committing their depredations in that part of the country; and that
having accompanied Hector, who had discovered our note, they had come on
to assist us in case we should be attacked by the blacks.
We all rode on together in the direction we supposed the savages to have
taken. But darkness was coming on: the sergeant soon pulled up
declaring that we might as well look for a needle in a bundle of hay, as
expect to catch one of them.
Had we had any natives with us we might have tracked them during the
night. We should now however only run the risk of losing our way
without the slightest chance of capturing a black man.
This was very evident, and we accordingly settled to return to the camp
and wait until the following morning.
Hector and the dominie had brought a good supply of provisions in their
saddle-bags, and our supper being cooked, we sat round the fire sipping
our mugs of scalding tea, and fighting our battle over again.
The sergeant told us that the mob which had attacked us was said to be
the most daring in that part of the country. They had already, it was
supposed, murdered two hut-keepers and a shepherd, and had carried off
large numbers of sheep. Without natives to track them it would be
impossible to come upon their camp so as to capture their leaders. The
punishment they had received from us might perhaps, we thought, prevent
them from committing further depredations in the neighbourhood; and the
sergeant's business for the present was to hunt down the bushrangers,
which was more in his way. He, as soon as he had seen us safely on our
road, must continue his course in the direction he had been informed
they had taken.
At length we began to get drowsy, and one after the other we lay down
with our horse-cloths for bedding and our saddles for pillows.
The sergeant undertook that one of his men should keep watch, though it
was very improbable that the blacks would venture to attack us during
the night.
I was awakened just before dawn by the "settler's clock," as the
laughing-jackass is frequently called; and lifting my head, by the light
of the still burning embers of our fire saw the dominie rubbing his
eyes, but no one else was moving. I suspected from this that the last
man on guard had gone to sleep. No sticks had been thrown on for a
considerable time, and on counting heads I discovered that the sergeant
and his troopers were all snoring loudly, and sound asleep. I bethought
me that we would play them a trick; so quickly arousing Guy and
Bracewell, I proposed that we should unite our voices and give a
terrific shriek as if a whole mob of black fellows were about to break
into the camp. They agreed.
We did shriek with a vengeance, the echo resounding through the forest.
The effect was electrical. Up jumped the sergeant and his men and
seizing their arms prepared to receive their expected foes.
"Whereabouts are they?" exclaimed the sergeant. "Reserve your fire,
until you see them," he added--a caution I should not have considered
necessary. "Did any of you gentlemen catch sight of them?" he asked.
Our loud laugh told him the trick we had played. "Which of you lads was
keeping guard?" he enquired.
"I was," answered one, who had been among the loudest of the snorers,
and we found that the speaker had in reality the middle watch, but
having dropped off, had not called his relief.
We thought it best to say as little as possible about the matter, for
according to strict military discipline, the man who goes to sleep on
guard in the face of an enemy, becomes liable to the punishment of
death. The sergeant also, who was a good-natured fellow, was evidently
anxious not to take too much notice of the matter.
We soon got the fire made up, and having breakfasted, we mounted and
rode in the direction we supposed that the blacks had taken, but except
the dead bodies of the men we had shot, no trace of them could we
discover. They probably could not tell whether or not we had any
natives with us, and therefore took care to leave no trail by which they
could be followed up. They might possibly have been hiding all the time
in the neighbourhood, or might--contrary to their usual custom--have
travelled during the night.
After looking for an hour or more we agreed that it would be useless to
search further and pursued our course towards Mr Strong's. The
sergeant's way for some distance lay in the same direction, and he and
his men therefore accompanied us. We had got about half way, when we
saw a white man running towards us. He appeared to be in a desperate
hurry, and as he approached made signs entreating us to stop.
"What's the matter, my man?" inquired Bracewell as he came up.
"I am a shepherd on Mr Robinson's out-station," he answered. "I had
driven my flock to the run this morning, when who should I see coming
towards me but old Bill the hut-keeper who had a spear in his side and
another in his back. He had just time to tell me that, soon after I had
gone, a whole mob of blacks surrounded the hut, and to the best of his
belief were still either in or about it, when, though I did my best to
help him by cutting out the spear, he sank back and died. On this I was
afraid to stay where I was lest the blacks should find me out, and was
trying to reach Mr Strong's or some other station, when I saw you."
This account made us resolve at once to try and surprise the blacks.
The shepherd acknowledged that he and his mate had just before got in on
the sly some bottles of rum, which it was possible the blacks might have
found; and that if so, should we advance cautiously, we might very
likely catch them. Not a moment however was to be lost, and one of the
troopers taking the shepherd up behind him on his horse to act as our
guide, we set off in the direction of the hut. It was so situated at
the bottom of a hill, with a belt of trees on one side, that led by the
shepherd we were able to get close up to it without being discovered.
We there dismounted, leaving our horses under the charge of the dominie
who volunteered for the service.
We crept cautiously down towards the hut, the sounds proceeding from
which showed us to our great satisfaction, that it was still in
possession of the blacks. We now advanced with greater caution,
Bracewell and Hector, who were the most experienced in bush life,
leading, I following, until we could look right down upon the hut. A
few blacks were squatting on the ground outside, and the hut itself
appeared to be full of them. The sergeant and his men, I should have
said, had brought some coils of rope with which to bind any prisoners
they might capture. These they formed into lassoes for the purpose of
throwing over the heads of the blacks. As we watched the hut, the
people collected round it had, as far as we could judge, no intention of
moving, probably fancying that they were safe, for the present, from
pursuit.
Bracewell now made a sign to us to rise to our feet, so that we might
rush down on the hut and capture all the blacks in it if not those
outside. At the signal we were in motion, the troopers with their drawn
swords in one hand and their pistols in the other, and we with our
rifles. We had got half way down the slope before the blacks discovered
us. Most of those outside scampered off, but we saw, by the crowd at
the door, that the hut was full, and before many could escape, we were
at the entrance. Some tried to get out of the window on one side of the
hut, but Guy, Hector, and I shot them down as they reached the ground,
thus putting a stop to any others escaping in that direction; while the
sergeant and his troopers, bursting into the hut, soon had several of
the rest secured by their necks. Others were knocked down. The greater
number either lay helpless on the ground or stared stupidly at their
assailants. Had our object been slaughter we might have killed the
whole mob, but the sergeant had received orders to capture as many as
possible alive, and we were thankful not to have to destroy any more of
the poor wretches.
Altogether, thirty were made prisoners, but we could not calculate how
many had made their escape. The greater number, however, had left their
spears and waddies behind them, so that they were not likely for the
present to attempt further mischief. At the request of the sergeant we
brought down the horses and assisted him in securing the prisoners and
arranging them in the order in which they were to march. It took some
time to bind the unfortunate wretches, whom we secured with their arms
behind them, and then fastened together by strong ropes six in a line.
Our next care was to collect all the arms, which, with the exception of
a few we desired to possess, were broken and thrown on the fire.
There was very little chance of rescue; indeed, had the blacks still at
liberty made the attempt, they would to a certainty have hastened the
death of their friends. The shepherd entreated us to assist him in
bringing in the body of the hut-keeper--a task, from a sense of
humanity, we undertook, while he remained to look after his sheep.
We accordingly brought the body in on the dominie's horse and placed it
in the bunk in which the unfortunate man, a few hours before, had been
sleeping, little dreaming of the fate awaiting him. The dominie, Guy,
and I remained at the hut, while Bracewell and Hector rode off to the
head station to give information of what had occurred and to obtain a
companion for the poor man.
Finding a couple of spades in the hut, Guy and I employed our time in
burying the blacks who had been shot on the first onslaught. It was a
far from pleasant undertaking, but it was better to put them underground
before they were discovered by the dingoes or vultures, which would
before long find them out.
The day was waning and as our companions had not returned we began to
fear that we should have to spend the night in the hut. I was glad at
length when I saw the shepherd returning with the flock. He thanked us
heartily for what we had done.
When he entered the hut he seemed dreadfully upset at the sight of his
dead mate. "It is a trying life, this shepherding, gentlemen," he
observed; "with the chance of being speared or clubbed by the
blackfellows, or stuck up by a bushranger, while one has to spend day
after day without a human being to speak to, from sunrise to sunset--and
then to have one's only chum killed so suddenly! It is well-nigh more
than I can bear."
It was late at night before Bracewell and Hector came back, accompanied
by Mr Piatt, the overseer from the head station, and another man to
take the place of the murdered hut-keeper. As it was now too late to
think of proceeding on our journey that night, we turned our horses into
a spare paddock, where they could find grass enough to satisfy their
hunger until the morning.
Having stowed our baggage inside the hut, after supper we lay down,
where we could find room on the ground; one of the party, however,
keeping watch in case the blacks should return, though it was not at all
likely they would do that.
Before sunrise the shepherd and his new mate got up to dig a grave for
the murdered man, in which we saw him placed before we started. We
then, having breakfasted, continued our route, Mr Piatt accompanying
us, as, for a couple of miles or so, our roads lay in the same
direction. He had come away without his rifle, or arms of any
description, excepting his heavy riding-whip, and he declared that they
were unnecessary; for the blacks, he said, would never venture to attack
a well-mounted man, and as for bushrangers, when there was no booty to
be obtained they were not likely to interfere with him. He had ridden
about the country in all directions, and except when hunting a kangaroo
or emu, he had never had to fire a shot.
"But with a mob of savage blacks in the neighbourhood, it would be more
prudent to be armed," I observed.
"My horse-whip will soon send them to the rightabout, should any of them
venture to come near me," he answered laughing. "However we have got
half a dozen rifles at the head station, and as soon as I get back I'll
arm each man and we'll quickly drive the remainder of the mob from the
neighbourhood. Depend upon it if any are remaining they'll clear out
fast enough when they find we are after them."
We soon got over the two miles the overseer was to accompany us. He
then, thanking us for the service we had rendered his people, turned off
to the right. He was still in sight, when we heard him shout, and I saw
that he was galloping along with uplifted whip as if to strike some
object on the ground. Supposing that he had called us, we rode towards
him. Just then I saw a tall black man spring up from behind a bush and,
with axe in hand, attack the overseer, who, it appeared to me, was in
great danger of being killed; but as the savage was about to strike, the
lash of the whip caught his arm and wrenched the weapon out of his hand.
The black, uttering a cry of disappointed rage, bounded away and a
moment after was lost to sight among the scrub. On getting near to
Piatt we saw two more natives on the ground, the one a youth badly
wounded, the other a _gin_, old and wrinkled, apparently the mother of
the lad.
"I would not have attempted to strike them, had I seen that one was a
woman and that the lad was wounded," said the overseer, as he pointed to
the wretched beings; "but I fancied they were black fellows hiding away,
and trying to escape my notice. The man who attacked me is probably the
boy's father, and they have shown more than usual affection for their
son."
"Don't you think that we could do something for the poor lad?" observed
Bracewell. "Mr Kimber will see what chance there is of his recovery."
"With all the pleasure in the world," said the dominie, dismounting, and
he and Bracewell examined the lad's hurt.
The _gin_ sat watching their proceedings.
"He is shot through the body. It is a wonder that he has lived so long,
for I make no doubt he is one of the blacks who attacked the hut,"
observed the dominie. "I don't believe that the best surgeon in the
land could do him any good. If we were to attempt to move him, he would
die before we had carried him a hundred yards."
Bracewell expressed the same opinion.
We tried to make the old _gin_ understand that there was no hope of her
son's recovery; indeed, the next instant, while lifting him up, and
after he had given a few gasps, his arms fell helplessly by his side,
and we saw that he was dead.
"We had better leave him to his mother, and probably his father will
return as soon as we have gone," observed Bracewell. "He has brought
his fate upon himself, and we can do no more."
This was very evident, and the overseer, who was in a hurry to get back,
galloped on, while we once more rode forward, leaving the poor woman
with her dead son.
We had had enough of fighting, and were truly glad to reach Mr Strong's
station without any other accident. Bracewell was warmly welcomed.
Although he had not before been a visitor at the house, his high
character, his perseverance and industry were all known to Mr Strong,
who might possibly have had no objection to bestow upon him one of his
blooming daughters.
We spent our time in the usual way, working on the station, varied with
an occasional hunt after kangaroos, for as they eat up the grass
required for the sheep, it is considered necessary to destroy them when
they are numerous near a station. The blacks, after the severe lesson
they had received from us, and from other settlers in the neighbourhood,
betook themselves to another part of the country, and we had no longer
any fear of being troubled by them.
We had been some days at Mr Strong's, and Bracewell was talking of
returning home, when a hut-keeper from the most distant station arrived
in great alarm, stating that he had been beset the previous evening by a
party of white men on horseback, who, taking his gun and ammunition, his
week's supply of provisions and everything else, they could lay hands on
in the hut, had lashed him hand and foot, threatening that if he gave
information of their visit, they would return and kill him.
Fortunately, soon after they had gone a shepherd arrived, but he had
been afraid at first to leave the hut lest they should put their threat
into execution. Waiting till daylight, he had followed their tracks for
some distance, when he had hurried back to bring us information of the
robbery. His idea was, that having supplied themselves with arms, they
intended to pillage some of the larger stations, but how he arrived at
this conclusion he did not say. His account was sufficiently clear to
make us resolve to follow them up, and to try and put a stop to their
career. Whether or not they were led by our former acquaintance, the
big bushranger, and that unhappy fellow Vinson, we could not tell; but
from the description the hut-keeper gave of two of the men who had
attacked him, we strongly suspected that such was the case.
As there was no time to be lost, we at once organised a party to set out
in search of the fellows. The only black on whom we could rely to act
as a scout was our own attendant Toby, who volunteered, without
hesitation, to accompany us. The party consisted of the three elder
Strongs, Bracewell, Guy, and I, and two men from the station, with Toby.
All of us were mounted, and we agreed to call on our way at Captain
Mason's to get further reinforcements, thinking it not unlikely that the
bushrangers had already paid him a visit, or if not that they were
lurking in the neighbourhood.
As we rode fast we arrived at the captain's before the evening. He had
seen nothing of the bushrangers; but we found the family somewhat in a
state of alarm, as a shepherd had come in with the information that a
keeper on one of the captain's stations had been killed in his hut the
previous night, and that he himself had narrowly escaped with his life.
Captain Mason, therefore, gladly reinforced us with a couple of men; he,
however, thinking it prudent to remain to defend his house, lest, during
our absence, the daring ruffians might venture to attack it.
Riding towards the hut, we hoped that we might come upon the track of
the outlaws. In this we were not mistaken; and Toby assured us that we
should be able to follow them up, as they had taken no pains to conceal
their movements. As it grew dark he dismounted, and led the way in a
manner which showed that he was well accustomed to the work.
After going some distance, he begged us to halt, saying that we were not
far off from the camp of the bushrangers.
Having pulled up under the shelter of some tall bushes, we waited to
hear the report Toby might bring us. He again crept forward. We had
not remained long, when the crack of a rifle was heard. As Toby had
gone unarmed, with the exception of a long knife which he usually
carried in his belt, we feared that coming suddenly on the bushrangers
he had been shot. At all events, as concealment was no longer
necessary, we dashed forward, Bracewell and I, with Mr Strong's
overseer leading. We had not gone far, when we caught sight of Toby
standing with his knife in his hand, and, some twenty paces from him, of
a man in the act of levelling his musket to fire.
That the latter was one of the bushrangers, there could be no doubt, and
the overseer, without waiting to inquire, raising his rifle, discharged
it. The bullet took effect, but not until the man had fired; Toby at
the same moment fell to the ground, and I thought was killed; but the
bushranger, before the smoke had cleared away, had darted behind a tree.
I had not fired, and my attention was attracted for an instant by Toby,
who, to my great satisfaction, I saw spring to his feet and make chase
after the fugitive. We called him back, thinking, probably, that the
man was not alone, and that our black follower would fall a victim to
his intrepidity; but, without heeding us, he dashed forward, and as soon
as Bracewell had reloaded, we followed him. It was no easy matter,
however, to make our way between the trees, which here grew unusually
thick, while the ground was encumbered by fallen trunks and boughs. The
spot had evidently been chosen by the bushrangers as a place likely to
afford concealment, and, at the same time, enable them to defend
themselves.
"That fellow was placed here on watch, to warn his comrades of the
approach of an enemy, and, depend upon it, they are not far off," said
Bracewell. "We shall come upon them presently, and it will be our own
fault if we allow any of the gang to escape."
We now heard the sound of fire-arms, and as the bushrangers were warned
of our approach, we knew that their first impulse would be to mount
their horses and gallop off.
Our great object, therefore, was to prevent them from doing this, and
unless they had kept their animals saddled and bridled, we had still a
prospect of succeeding.