"Friend of the brave! in peril's darkest hour,
Intrepid virtue looks to thee for power."
CAMPBELL.
"She only left of all the harmless train,
The sad historian of the pensive plain."
GOLDSMITH.
Everything went smoothly at Strawberry Hill for two days after the
departure of Mr. Rainsfield; but the night of the third was that which
was destined to bring with it a scene of horror, which happily has never
had its equal in the Australian colonies since the first settler
penetrated into its unknown wilds. The blacks had now remained some time
dormant; for since their first visit, owing to the warm reception they
had then met with, they had not ventured to repeat it. Towards the
evening in question, however, they might have been seen swimming, one by
one, the swollen current of the Gibson, until a considerable body had
congregated on the bank opposite to their camp.
We will not presume to judge their motives, or profess conversance with
the impulses that influenced their movements. Possibly their instincts
might have taught them that the time for a most successful attack was
when the difficulties of approach rendered their coming least expected;
or it might have been that they were possessed of the knowledge of their
enemy's absence from home, and were determined to wreak their vengeance
on those belonging to him when they had not to fear his presence. That
Rainsfield was feared by them there was no doubt; his very name struck
terror into their souls, and none but the very boldest of them would
confront him, even in the consciousness of vastly superior force. It
was therefore quite possible they were acquainted with his absence, and
intended to take advantage of the occurrence to pay their premeditated
visit to the station; or their choice of this period might have been the
result of a fortuitous circumstance. Nevertheless be either as it may
the flooded river did not prove the barrier Rainsfield had calculated it
would, for the blacks crossed it with apparent ease and, as we have
said, collected themselves on the bank on the Strawberry Hill side.
Their evident intention being to proceed direct to the station when they
thought the inmates would have retired to rest.
A little before midnight the murderous crew spread themselves over the
station; and simultaneously commenced their work of destruction by
entering the huts, and butchering all they could surprise in their
sleep. The first of their victims was a woman, the wife of a shepherd.
Hearing the unusual barking of the dogs she incautiously rose to
ascertain the cause without disturbing her husband, whose period of
sleep she considered valuable. The poor woman appeared at the door of
her hut with a child in her arms, too good a mark for the spears of the
savages; for in their thirst for blood they had no respect for either
sex or age but buried more than one of their weapons in the poor
creature's bosom. She fell across the threshold pierced to the heart and
in the agonies of death, with merely a sufficiency of the vital spark
remaining to utter a faint cry and clasp instinctively her babe to her
breast. As the infant's eyes turned in wonder on the ruthless savages
one of them seized the little innocent by the legs, tore it from its
mother's embrace and dashed out its brains; while his compeers rushed
into the interior of the hut, and, almost before the sleeping man could
sufficiently collect his senses to comprehend the nature of his
position, his spirit had joined those of his wife and child. The other
huts were in likewise visited, and those of the inmates who were not
successful in effecting an escape were similarly massacred.
These proceedings had been gone about by no means noiselessly, so that
the family at the house had become aware of the presence of the savages,
though they could not conjecture the extent or the nature of the
outrages they had committed. Those of the men who had escaped from the
murderous hands of the aborigines deemed it safer to seek shelter in the
bush than to venture to the house, or even remain near the station. So
that, beyond the painful evidence of her ears, Mrs. Rainsfield could
ascertain no knowledge of what was going on. When she first heard the
noise that had heralded the visitation she hastily threw on some
clothing and emerged from her room; and, speedily becoming alive to the
imminence of the danger, she for the first time deplored the absence of
her husband. Mrs. Billing had removed with her youngest child to be near
her better half while he remained at the house, but the rest of her
family she had left at her own cottage; and having also been disturbed
by the uproar she wrought herself into a perfect fever of anxiety for
their safety. She fancied she heard every moment their dying screams as
they were being seized by the ruthless hand of some infernal savage; and
in her agony she fancied she could distinguish above the noise of the
now unrestrained articulation of the blacks their little voices calling
upon her for help, and she entreated to be allowed to rush at once to
their rescue.
Her husband, however, was more rational, and pointed out to her that
that would, in all probability, only incur instant death to herself and
afford no relief to her children. He suggested that they should wait,
and see what the blacks proposed doing next; and as in all probability
it would be to attack the house, he remarked that their suspense would
be of short duration. He then bethought him of his fire-arms, which he
got in readiness for instant use, while he provided pistols to the
females. His next care was to barricade all the apertures through which
the blacks could effect an entrance, while Mrs. Rainsfield crept softly
to the bedside of Eleanor to ascertain if she had been disturbed by the
noise. By the time these arrangements were completed, and the family
assembled in conclave in the sitting-room, the blacks had collected
before the house and became clamorous for admittance.
Mr. Billing, though not blessed with too great a share of physical
courage, had, nevertheless, in the moment of danger, a sufficient
perception of the line of conduct necessary for the defence of himself
and those under his protection. Notwithstanding that the gun he then
held in his hand was in all probability the first that he ever had in
his possession with the intent of putting it to use, he handled it as if
it were an old and friendly companion, and proposed that he and his two
female colleagues should fire simultaneously on the savages, so as to
give them the idea that the house was well defended. His suggestion,
however, was overruled by Mrs. Rainsfield, who at once expressed her
disapprobation of such a course; being convinced, as she said, that the
blacks could not force the building, and even if they did that they
would have no cause to commit any violence to any of the inmates. While
if they found that they could not gain admittance they would depart at
most, perhaps, with robbing the store. This belief was far from
according with Mr. Billing's opinion, but he was constrained to assent
to the will of the lady; and they all, with a breathless silence,
continued to watch the movements of their assailants.
The blacks finding they were unmolested, and seeing no opposition
offered to them, and no signs of life about the house, became bolder and
attempted to force some of the doors and windows; while the affrighted
party sat in a state of fearful anxiety, and, though unseen themselves,
they could plainly distinguish the forms of the aborigines trying the
window of the room in which they were. Mr. Billing at this moment
placed the muzzle of his gun close to the glass of the window, that was
left visible through a crevice in the barricade, and had he fired would
have assuredly sent one savage to his account in the other world. Would
that he had; for in all probability it would have driven the blacks to a
distance from the house, and possibly saved us from the task of
narrating this fearful tragedy. But his eagerness to fire was restrained
by Mrs. Rainsfield, and the moment was lost; for the blacks, finding
their efforts to gain an ingress unavailing, gave up the fruitless
attempt, and withdrew to some short distance to hold converse on their
proceedings.
Mrs. Rainsfield at once began to congratulate herself and her friends
that they had retired as she had anticipated, leaving them nothing more
to fear; and at that moment hearing the faint voice of Eleanor calling
to her she hastened to account for the disturbance about the house and
appease her alarm. Eleanor was in a state of considerable agitation,
having been aroused from her fitful slumbers by the noise of the blacks,
and being still very low in strength and spirits, and excessively
nervous, her alarm and agitation threatened to bring on fever again. It
was only with considerable difficulty that Mrs. Rainsfield could
persuade her she had no cause to fear. She told her that the blacks had
already taken their departure from the house, and would in all
probability by that time have left the station; and she entreated her
not to give herself any uneasiness, but to be still for a few minutes,
and then she would return to her bedside and sit with her for the
remainder of the night.
With these assurances, Eleanor was constrained to be pacified, and so
Mrs. Rainsfield returned to the sitting-room, where she found Mrs.
Billing wringing her hands and crying in an agony of grief. Mr. Billing
was more calm, but not less apprehensive of danger or death. He drew the
lady of the house to the crevice of the window to gaze upon the scene
without, while she uttered a cry of surprise and terror, as her startled
vision took in the tableau there displayed. Before the house stood a
group of the assailants in all the hideousness of barbarity, paint, and
savage nudity. They had possessed themselves of "fire sticks," which
acted as torches, at the same time that they served to exhibit their
bodies in all their diabolical repulsiveness; and their intentions were
too plainly indicated in their jestures. To say that they looked like a
band of incarnate fiends would be to convey but a poor impression of the
horrors of their appearance, as the fitful light reflected their hideous
forms; exhibiting them in, if possible, a more fearful aspect than their
stern realities; and giving them the appearance as the beholders thought
(and as was, alas! but too true) of being besmeared with blood. It is
not to be wondered at that at such a sight the hearts of two frail
women, and even that of a man, should have quailed; and if not before
despair certainly did then seize upon the spirits of those present.
The object of the villains had by this time become perfectly apparent,
and though neither of the trio dared to breathe their individual
suspicions they were unanimous in the one belief that the lighted
torches were intended to fire the premises; and thus either drive them
from their shelter or bury them in the ruins. They therefore saw that
only two courses were open to them; either to arm themselves and defend
the house until the last, or to throw it open to the savages and try and
pacify them with any _douceur_ the wretches might covet. That there was
extreme danger in thus throwing themselves upon the mercy of fiends they
were perfectly aware; and any one better acquainted with the black's
character would have considered it absolute madness and voluntarily
seeking for a death more horrible than that which would await them in a
defensive perseverance. But the exercise of calm judgment and reason
could hardly be expected from two agitated and terrified women, and one
man whose nature was made of very little sterner stuff than theirs.
Mrs. Rainsfield was the first that broke the painful silence that
ensued, and addressing Mr. Billing, said: "I think we had better open
the door at once, or they will set fire to the house, and we will be
burnt alive. If they determine to kill us we can but meet our death with
firmness; while there is a possibility of their sparing us if we satisfy
their cupidity by allowing them to plunder the place. Will you open the
door, Mr. Billing, and attempt the work of conciliation?"
Mr. Billing silently obeyed this behest, and addressed himself to the
blacks, who were at this time standing immediately before the house
preparing to apply the fire. They instantly desisted from their
incendiary work when they saw signs of capitulation, and directed their
gaze to the doorway. By the light of their own "fire sticks" they could
distinguish Mr. Billing, who stood there with the women at his back
perfectly unarmed; having left his gun by Mrs. Rainsfield's desire in
the room they had vacated so as to give the savages, as she imagined, no
cause for offence by appearing to offer any resistance. When the blacks
satisfied themselves that they had nothing to fear they burst out into a
loud laugh of derision, and crowded towards the defenceless garrison in
a menacing and mocking attitude. What were the feelings of the trio at
this moment it would be difficult even to conjecture. With Mrs. Billing,
however, those of the mother overcame all personal and selfish
considerations, and she darted from the house to ascertain the fate of
her children. That action may be said to have decided the doom of the
whole party; for though possibly even under other circumstances the
blacks might not have spared those whom they had got into their power,
and the strong probability is that they would not, yet the sudden
movement of Mrs. Billing cost her her life, and gave the savages the
stimulus to commence the further shedding of blood.
Mrs. Billing had not proceeded many steps before she uttered a loud
shriek and fell prostrate to the earth with a spear piercing her back
and protruding its point from her breast. Her husband witnessing the
deed, eliminated from his bosom all feelings save those of devotion and
sympathy for his wife, rushed to clasp her in his arms and met a similar
fate. The climax of this fearful tragedy was nearly attained. Mrs.
Rainsfield fled from the open doorway, where she had been the spectator
of this connubial sacrifice, and sought momentary refuge with her
children in her room. Just as the blacks entered the house the servants,
who had by this time been aroused to a sense of their danger, opened a
door which led from the kitchen into the hall. But perceiving the
murderous assailants pouring in they left the door wide open as they had
flung it and made a hasty exit by another passage into the obscurity of
the night, and beat a precipitate retreat to the bush. In their flight
they were followed by a few of the savages who had perceived them; but
who shortly tired of a chase in which fear lent wings to the pursued.
They returned to aid their colleagues in forcing an entrance into the
room of Mrs. Rainsfield and commenced their work there of insatiable
cruelty with hideous and diabolical evidences of satisfaction.
The atrocities of these fiends were more like the evil machinations of
devils than the actions of human beings. But to enumerate all the
horrors, and to paint the scene with sufficiently forcible life-like
delineation, would be beyond the capabilities of our pen, and would only
sicken our readers by the perusal. Therefore we will merely say that
they first murdered the children before the eyes of their mother, while
they sported with the agonising despair of their victim, and then
despatched the lady; brutally mangling her body in their inordinate lust
for blood.
Eleanor had remained spell-bound during the perpetration of those
horrors, which she had animation sufficient to discern were being
enacted in the house; but without either enough strength to move, or
power of utterance to give vent to the fearful sensations that preyed
upon her mind. Alarm we cannot call it: such a feeling sinks into
insignificance compared with the mental anguish she then endured; being
conscious, from the heart-rending cries that struck her ear, that her
dearest earthly friends were meeting with a death too horrible to
contemplate, and not knowing how speedily a similar fate awaited
herself. She lay thus in a sort of trance, or tremulous expectancy, for
some considerable time, while she could hear the work of destruction
going on all around; to which work the savages had taken when they had
completed their murders. But still they had not visited her, and she
continued to lie, the prey to the most fearful mental agonies.
Sounds of rapidly approaching horsemen were then heard, and the blacks
began to leave the scene of their bloody desolation for fear of the
retribution which they expected from the approaching rescue. To Eleanor,
though she was nigher to death than a sublinary existence, the sound was
joyous; and she began to entertain hope that the relief would prove
opportune for the saving of her friends, as she felt it already was for
the rescue of herself. But oh! how unaccountable are the decrees of
Providence. At the very moment when she imagined the house was vacated
by the murderers the door of her room opened, and a hideous black
monster literally besmeared with blood burst in, and with uplifted arm
and bloody weapon, rushed to extinguish in her soul the flickering spark
of life. The black was followed by another, also with a hand elevated
and grasping a tomahawk. But the sight was more than Eleanor's shattered
nerves could bear; and starting into a sitting posture on her bed, her
tongue was loosened; she gave one piercing shriek, and sank back
senseless half leaning over the edge of her couch. The fate, however,
she had expected she did not meet with; for, instead of the glancing
steel of the second black being imbrued with her blood, it was buried in
the brain of the first, who sank to the floor a corpse.
The cause of Eleanor's escape we may here explain to the reader. The
frame of the door to her room was placed in immediate contiguity to that
of the one which opened into the kitchen; and by some strange design of
the builder this latter was made to open out into the hall. Thus when
the servants opened it, and left it so, the fortuitous circumstance of
its irregularity proved Eleanor's preservation; for when thrown back it
entirely concealed the entrance to her room, and eluded almost
completely the vigilance of the murderers. It was, as we have seen, just
as they were retreating from the place that one of the stragglers
accidentally discovered it; and, thinking that the spot had not been
visited by either himself or his compeers, he entered to satisfy his
curiosity by a hasty visit; which would assuredly have terminated the
existence of Eleanor but for the timely blow dealt him by his fellow.
This extraordinary internecine action may also require some elucidation;
and we will dispel the mystery by an explanation. Barwang and his party
upon their first visit to Strawberry Hill, when they met with their
repulse, became convinced that their movements had been betrayed by one
of their tribe, and they doubted not but that the betrayal emanated from
Jemmy Davies. They therefore kept a watch upon him lest he should again
carry information to Mr. Rainsfield, and preserved their own councils
from his knowledge; so that, until they had actually started on their
expedition, he was quite ignorant of their plans. When an opportunity
offered, however, he followed them on their track up to the house; and,
though he did not venture into the building, he kept hovering about in
the hope that he might be able to render some assistance to the family.
But not until the approaching sounds of horses' feet drew off the masses
of the tribe did he deem it safe for his own security to enter. He did
so; and, as he passed into the hall, he saw one of his countrymen
opening the door of a room and stand for a moment in the aperture gazing
fixedly in one direction. The glance of this savage's eye, as his own
keen vision caught the momentary flash, told Jemmy Davies that vengeance
gleamed from the other's orb, and in an instant he sprang after him, and
saved an innocent life by the sacrifice of one worse than worthless and
infamous. When he was convinced the house was empty of his countrymen,
and being aware that if he were caught in the place by any white man the
colour of his skin would be the warrant for his instant death, he took a
hasty survey of the fearful scene of blood that was visible even in the
partial darkness, and left the house by the back as two horsemen,
riding rapidly up to the front, leapt from their saddles and rushed in.
These two, as may be conjectured, were John Ferguson and Joey.
Fearful as John had been of the nature of events he believed were
transpiring the sight that met his gaze as he entered the dwelling
struck him dumb with horror, and perfectly sick at heart, and paralysed
at the bloody disclosure. The whole floor of the house was slippery with
the gore of the murdered victims as it had been carried about by the
feet of the murderers. He hastily struck a light from the materials he
had about him; and, with the pulsations of his heart almost audible,
made a survey of the habitation. The first things that he noticed were
the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Billing, which had been dragged by the
savages into the hall, possibly with the intention of consuming the
whole in flames after they had finished their work; and then in the
sitting-room he saw the signs of the barricade that had been hastily
thrown up before the window. From that he hastened to the one which had
in life been occupied by the amiable lady that had been mistress of the
place, and there he witnessed the mangled remains of herself and her
family. As he gazed upon the hardly to be recognised features of that
friend who had so often greeted him with the cordial grasp of friendship
he could not restrain the tears that in a flood coursed their way down
his cheeks. Continuing his melancholy search he next entered the room of
Eleanor, and almost stumbled over the carcass of the black who lay in
the middle of the floor weltering in his blood. This sight caused him no
little surprise; especially, when with a sad foreboding he approached
the couch of that being he adored above all mundane objects, to find her
pendent form though insensible was scathless. But it was not a moment to
indulge in conjectures; he had discovered his idol in the midst of death
still living. So placing the unconscious creature on the bed, and
enveloping her in the clothes, he snatched her in his arms; and
pressing her to his breast bore off the precious load.
With the assistance of his attendant he mounted his horse; and
despatching Joey instantly with injunctions to fly, if possible, to Alma
for the doctor and bring him to Fern Vale, he turned his own horse's
head homewards, and proceeded as fast as the animal with his additional
burden could travel.
Bright and beautiful the morning dawned as he rode towards his home; but
serene as were the sublimities of nature their contemplation had no
place in his mind. All his thoughts were centred in the inaminate form
encircled by his arms. Thus he rode unconscious to all around, and would
have so ridden to the end of his journey had not a faint sigh struck his
ear; and he instantly stopped his horse to enable him to enjoy the sight
of returning vitality to his much loved Eleanor. He gently removed the
covering that he had placed over her face, when her melancholy eyes for
a moment rested upon his. It was only for a moment, however, for they
were instantly secluded from the light by the closing lids; and,
considering it better not to agitate her with conversation, and
satisfied for the time with the assurance of his hearing and vision, he
impressed one rapturous kiss on her fair forehead, again covered her
face from the morning air, and proceeded on his way.