MR. WRIGHT'S FARM.--DEATH OF KELLY.
A pleasant ride we had that afternoon, reviewing flocks and growing
crops, and discoursing on the best mode of cultivation. I found that our
host preferred the heavy tools of English farmers, to the light, easily
managed instruments of the Americans, and I took occasion to point out
the superior advantages which the latter possessed; but Mr. Wright was
incredulous, and suspicious of my innovations. His land was level, and
free from stones, and just suited for light American ploughs, and I
pledged my word that a third more work could be done with one, drawn by
a yoke of oxen, than could be performed by an English made plough, a
huge, clumsy thing, drawn by two span of horses, and requiring three men
to attend upon its wants.
I exacted a promise from Mr. Wright, that he would give an American
plough a fair trial; and the next time he visited Melbourne he purchased
one, and I had the satisfaction, before I left the country, of hearing
him say that he was delighted with its performance, and that he had
discarded many English farming tools, and substituted American, which
were lighter, yet quite strong enough, and saved much labor.
If I had accomplished no other result in Australia than introducing a
few articles of the manufacture of the United States, I should think
that I was amply compensated for my trouble, convinced as I am, that we
have found a market that will consume thousands of dollars worth of
agricultural tools, and be paid for in clean gold dust.
Mr. Wright owned fifty thousand acres of land,--not one thousand, but
_fifty_ thousand,--and over two thirds of it were devoted to grazing
purposes.
For instance, he had five hundred acres sowed to wheat, five hundred to
potatoes, and a thousand acres to vegetables, fruits, and oats. The rest
of the vast domain was free to the immense herds which were seen
scattered over the plains in all directions.
There were ten thousand head of sheep, three thousand head of cattle,
and five hundred horses on the farm, and all owned by one man, and that
man's wealth increasing every year to an almost fabulous extent. He
pointed out the site which he had selected for building an immense barn,
to be used for the storage of grain, and to keep a number of his most
highly prized horses in during the winter season, and then spoke of the
time when the country would be so secure that he could erect a house
more in accordance with his ideas of comfort and good taste, and lie
down at night and be certain of awaking in the morning and find his
herds safe.
The ride and the farmer's conversation were most interesting to me; but
I will not inflict it upon the readers, for it is probable that they do
not take that interest in agriculture that I do. We returned to the
house, and I was more than ever profoundly impressed with the magnitude
of Australian farmers' operations.
That evening, while sipping our punch, we hinted that the next morning
must see us on our way to Ballarat. Mr. Wright vainly urged us to remain
with him for a week, and even offered the inducement of a formidable
expedition against the bushrangers in the vicinity of Mount Tarrengower;
but we turned deaf ears to the allurements, and promised at some future
day to visit him, when our time would not be limited.
We had been absent from the mines a week, and unsettled as affairs were
when we left, we knew not what great events had happened. I had
considerable property that required looking after, and I supposed Fred
would need assistance and advice in case there was a rising of the
miners in opposition to the tax, which had for such a length of time
caused fierce dissensions and a few bloody collisions.
"But what am I to do with my prisoners?" Mr. Wright asked, with a
perplexed look.
"Iron them securely, and send them to Melbourne, under an escort of your
most trusty men," replied Mr. Brown.
"Yes, I can do that, but there's the other party--the women. What can I
do with them after you are gone?"
"Send them to Melbourne also. They will be needed as witnesses, and will
be well cared for during their stay. After the men are hanged they can
go where they please. That's the only course that is left for you to
pursue."
"I will leave a note for the ladies with the lieutenant of police in
Melbourne, and he will see that they are properly cared for," I
remarked.
"Perhaps you had better give it to me," Mr. Wright said, thoughtfully.
"Why?"
"Because I think that business will call me to the city in a day or two,
and I will accompany the expedition, and see that the women have all
that they desire on the route. I don't like to trust them with my men,
for I don't know how the latter would act when no longer under my
supervision."
"The very best course you can take," cried Mr. Brown and myself in a
breath, glad to think that the ladies were to be well protected.
"If you think that plan is a good one, I shall adopt it," Mr. Wright
remarked, a little confused, although I didn't suspect at the time that
the youth and tears of the widow had made an impression upon his heart,
and that he desired to be as near her as possible, so as to condole with
her on her misfortunes.
We settled the business that evening, and I even made an arrangement
with Mr. Wright to forward me all his surplus produce, such as
vegetables and fruit, and all the cattle he desired to dispose of. I
pointed out the advantage he would derive from the trade, and that,
instead of sending his stock to Melbourne, and waiting for consignees to
dispose of it, I would pay upon delivery, and give the best market
price. He agreed with me, and we closed a bargain that was only
interrupted when Fred and myself left the country.
The next morning we were up at daylight, and so were the whole
household. Breakfast was smoking on the table when we descended to the
first floor, and Jackson stood near the door looking quite melancholy at
the prospect of our departure, while Kala and Iala ventured as near the
dining room as they dared for the purpose of reminding us of our
promised bottles of rum, and tobacco. We satisfied them that they were
not forgotten, and that they should receive the articles by the first
team that was consigned to us from the farm.
"And me, sir," whispered Jackson; "I hope that I shall not be forgotten
after your departure."
"We never forget our promises," I replied. "You shall have a pardon, if
money or influence can procure one."
With this assurance he was perfectly satisfied, and I may as well state
here that he was pardoned in less than a year from the time of our
visit, and that he left Mr. Wright's employ, went to Melbourne with a
hundred pounds in his pocket, commenced a small business, which
gradually expanded, until at the present time he writes me that he is
assessed for near one hundred thousand pounds. He has been fortunate in
all his speculations, and is regarded as one of the most honorable
merchants in Melbourne.
"By the way, that fellow whom you quarrelled with and struck has left my
employ," Mr. Wright said, as we took our seats at the table.
"He took a sudden start," I replied.
"Yes, he gave me no intimation of his leaving; if he had, I would have
settled with him in full, and discharged him in regular form. He went
off in the course of the night, and has taken all that he owned and
something over. He will turn out a bushranger yet, or I'm no reader of
faces."
"What has he carried off that didn't belong to him?" Mr. Brown asked.
"A pair of large sized pistols, and a lot of ammunition."
"You can afford to lose them, for they are more dangerous to the man who
fires them than the one who stands before them. Congratulate yourself on
their loss. It is your gain."
Our host laughed, but denied the truth of my assertion, and during the
remaining time we were at the table the subject was not again alluded
to.
We finished our breakfast, received our gold from Mr. Wright, who had
locked it in his safe during our stay, and had not asked us a single
question concerning it, although I have no doubt that he suspected the
truth--shook hands with the men, and received the blessings of Nancy,
and the tearful adieus of Betsy--held a short interview with the ghost,
who was inclined to shed tears because he could not accompany us, but
who was consoled when we promised to get him pardoned, and to send him a
present of tobacco, and brandy enough to last a twelvemonth--had another
hand-shake all round, and then we mounted our horses, and with three
ringing cheers in our ears we started on out journey towards Ballarat.
"A pleasant visit we have had," muttered Mr. Brown, after we were put of
sight of the house. "Faith, I would have no objection to owning a farm
like this."
"Which you would sell in less than a year at a sacrifice."
"No, I don't think so. But, hullo! we've forgotten something."
"Well, what is it?"
"Why, something to eat on the route."
"Jackson has looked to our welfare, and if you will examine the bundle
strapped to the back part of your saddle you will find a choice
collection of eatables, and a large flask of something stronger than
water. You see that I am provided in the same manner."
"I am thankful for it, and sincerely hope that you will make no demands
upon me during the journey."
"Don't alarm yourself," I replied, laughing. "I have got a revolver, and
can shoot a kangaroo if I get hungry."
By chance I drew my revolver from my belt as I spoke, and saw that, it
was apparently in good order, although I thought that the caps looked as
though they had been put on in a bungling manner. The work did not look
like mine, and I had a faint suspicion that the pistol had been tampered
with.
I said nothing to my friend, but dropped the rein upon my horse's nock,
and removed one of the caps of the nipple. I saw nothing to alarm me
until I had wiped away the corrosive substance that clung to the iron,
when, to my surprise, I discovered that a small plug had been driven
into the priming tube, thus rendering the charge in the barrel useless.
The discovery was valuable, for I did not know what designs the man who
did the work might have on us.
A brief inspection convinced me that the remaining five tubes were in
the same condition, and then I called for a halt.
"What's the matter now?" demanded my friend, who was considerable in
advance of me.
"A slight discovery that may prove of value."
"What is it--another bottle of liquor?"
"No, of more importance than that. Had it been a bottle I should have
hardly called you back," I replied.
"No, I'll be sworn that you would not. But go on. Tell me what you have
found out now."
"Simply that our pistols have been tampered with. At least mine has."
"Is it possible?" cried Mr. Brown, hastily, drawing his weapon and
inspecting it.
"I see nothing," he continued. "The powder and ball seem to be in their
places, and the caps on."
"Take off the caps, and then see," I remarked.
He did as I requested, and found the tubes stopped as mine
"The devil!" he muttered; "I don't like this much." "Neither do I; but
we must make the best of it. The quicker we extract the plugs, the more
safe I shall feel."
The task was a long one, but we accomplished it, and then, to make all
sure, we reloaded our weapons, and felt relieved when we found that we
could depend upon them.
"When was this done?" Mr. Brown inquired.
"Probably yesterday afternoon, while we were looking over the farm."
"But who could have done it?"
"There you ask me too much. It may have been known to the farm hands
that we had money on our persons. Indeed, I think that the shepherd,
while in his cups, boasted of the rich booty which we had found, and so
excited the envious spirit of some reckless fellow who wishes to be rich
at our expense."
"Then we must have the satisfaction of riding along, anticipating a
bullet every few minutes," grumbled Mr. Brown.
"I suppose that is the case, unless we change our route."
"And go thirty miles out of our way?" exclaimed my companion,
sneeringly. "No, sir. I have no desire to cross a sandy plain where the
sun heats the earth so hot that a mosquito gets its wings singed if it
alights before twelve o'clock at night."
"The plain must be a paradise if insects don't exist there. Let us go by
that route," I replied.
"I didn't say that flies and mosquitoes were not there. I said that they
didn't touch the sand, but they hover in the air, and unfortunate is the
man or beast that they light upon."
I found out that Mr. Brown was not to be changed from his purpose; so we
once more rode on side by side, and while we were chatting upon the
incidents that had befallen us during our excursion, we almost forgot
the plugging of the pistols.
At the edge of Mr. Wright's land, on the route to Ballarat, was a small
forest of gum trees, through which ran a small stream, similar to the
one that we crossed on the night that we captured the bushrangers. The
water was shallow and sluggish, with a soft, sticky bottom, and boggy
sides. This stream Mr. Wright had told us we should have to cross, and
that after we were over we could soon find the numerous trails and roads
leading to the mines, and probably meet with parties of miners.
When the directions were given a number of the farm hands were present,
so that I arrived at the conclusion that while we were fording the
stream an attempt would be made upon our lives, if it was to be made at
all.
As soon, therefore, as we arrived in the vicinity of the brook I checked
the pace of my horse, and carefully scrutinized the trees and places
where an ambush might be expected.
I even examined the ground for the prints of horses' feet, for I knew
that it was customary for every runaway servant or farm hand to steal a
horse.
That was considered a matter of course, and it was no unusual thing for
the police of Australia, when they saw a poorly-clad man on horseback,
to ask him where he stole it; and unless he gave pretty correct answers,
the animal would be taken away and confiscated to the services of the
force.
I could tell nothing by the earth, for the cattle had resorted to the
brook to quench their thirst, and roll in the cool mud.
I glanced hastily around, but saw nothing to excite alarm; so I touched
my horse lightly and entered the brook. The animal, disliking the mud,
sprang suddenly half way across. The quick motion of the brute probably
saved my life, for just as the animal sprang a shot was fired, and the
ball whizzed in uncomfortable proximity to my head.
I struck the spurs deeply into the brute's sides, and with a bound like
lightning, he landed me on the bank of the stream; but as he did so, the
soil yielded, and he fell, throwing me several feet from him.
Again was I indebted for my life to that simple accident, and it was of
a kind that had not occurred before during my residence in Australia,
for just as the horse fell, another sharp report of firearms was heard,
and a bullet struck the trunk of a tree over my head, and sent a shower
of bark rattling upon my face.
"I see the d----d scoundrel!" shouted Mr. Brown, and he spurred in
pursuit. I saw the form of a stout-built man, mounted on a powerful
horse, disappear amid the trees, and I quickly urged my animal to his
feet, so that I could join in the pursuit.
Before it could be done, I heard two quick, ringing shots, which my ears
told me came from Mr. Brown's revolver, and I easily guessed the fate of
the would-be assassin.
By the time I had scraped the mud from my person, Mr. Brown came riding
slowly back, looking as unconcerned and calm as possible.
"Did you hit him?" I asked.
"To be sure; both shots told," was the satisfactory reply.
"Who was the scamp? Did you recognize him?"
"Certainly; I could hardly fail to do that, when he bore your mark."
"How--my mark?" I asked in astonishment
"Yes; one of his eyes was black and blue, where you struck him last
night."
"You mean to tell me that it was Kelly who sought my life?" I cried,
recollecting that Mr. Wright had informed me that the fellow had left
the farm the night before.
"If you don't believe it, you will find the body a few rods from here
with two wounds--one on the right shoulder and the second through the
body."
"I have no desire to see it," I replied; "let us continue our journey,
and leave the scene of so disagreeable a necessity."
If Mr. Brown did not utter a prayer of thanksgiving for his escape, I am
certain that I did; and it was a sincere one at that, for nothing but an
overruling Providence could have saved one from the effects of two shots
at a short distance.
On we pressed, our good horses exerting themselves to the utmost, and
almost regardless of the boat which poured down upon our heads, until
our brains seemed melted, and ready to run from the eyes. Profuse
drinking alone saved us from a sun-stroke that day.
At length we reached the plain, and saw stretched before us half a dozen
roads, all leading to the mines, but all deserted, for it was at an hour
when few travellers cared to move, preferring to wait until the sun had
ceased its fiery course, and the earth had thrown off its fervent heat.
"I go no farther," I exclaimed, as I saw that my horse was suffering
from his over-exertions.
Mr. Brown reined in, and seemed disposed to take advice.
"Only to the next clump of trees," he replied, pointing to half a dozen,
about a mile distant.
"We shall kill the animals, and ourselves in the bargain," I replied.
"A mile or so will make but little difference; I think that I can
promise you a good camping ground, and a sink hole with pretty fresh
water under those trees; come."
I could no longer resist the inducements, and once more we put our
horses in motion.
"See, as I told you, we shall find company under the trees," cried Mr.
Brown; "there is smoke arising, and that denotes coffee and supper.
Cheer up, and we shall yet learn the news before sunset."
A few minutes revealed to our gaze three or four men and two women,
seated near a wagon, that looked as though it had made many journeys
between Ballarat and Melbourne, before the roads were in good order. A
brisk fire was burning, and on that fire we could see a coffee-pot and a
kettle. A short distance from the camp were two skeleton horses, with
just life enough left to be able to graze upon the prairie, and who
seemed to have been fed on thistles during the last few years of their
life. With no suspicion that our appearance was against us, we rode
boldly on until we were brought to a halt by a couple of presented
muskets, held in the hands of their trembling owners.
"Don't ye come here, ye divils!" shouted one of the men in goodly strong
brogue.
"If he does, it's cowld lead ye'll get!" cried another.
"But, my good friends," Mr. Brown said, blandly.
"Away wid ye, at once, and the divil take care of ye. We know ye."
"If you know us, you should not fear us," my friend said, in the
insinuating argumentative style so peculiar to him.
"O! better not stand then; blarneying, but go away wid ye!" yelled out
one of the women, with demonstrative indications of throwing hot water
or potatoes at us.
"Why, who do you think we are?" I asked, Mr. Brown having retired from
the conversational portion of his duty in deep disgust at the idea of
having his gentlemanly address taken for blarney.
"We think ye are thaves! may the divil confound ye," replied one of the
heathen.
"But we are not thieves," I continued.
"Thin yer looks belies ye wonderfully. Go on yer ways, and don't stop
here thinking that we've money, or any stuff to stale, for we ain't."
"Why, you d----n fools!" yelled Mr. Brown, "we have more money in our
pockets than the carcasses of yourselves, wives, and horses would
bring."
This announcement produced a sensation, and we were happy to see the
fellows whisper together, as though they had made a mistake, and were
willing to rectify it.
"Have ye whiskey?" at length one of them asked.
I shook a bottle in their faces, but made no reply.
"Is it the rale poteen?" he demanded.
"Irish all over," I answered.
"Thin glory to God, come along and welcome."
The muskets were lowered, the hostile attitude ceased, and we rode into
the camp like conquerors, and were received with every mark of respect,
which I attributed more to the influence of the black bottle that I held
in my hand, than to our dignified personal appearance. Even the women
condescended to welcome us with looks of encouragement, and one of them
spanked her baby when it cried, because the wee thing was frightened at
strangers.