The Last of the Bushrangers: An Account of the Capture of the Kelly GangHare, Francis Augustus
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The Last of the Bushrangers: An Account of the Capture of the Kelly Gang
Hare, Francis Augustus
Brigands and robbers -- Australia; Kelly, Ned, 1855-1880
The men were all in great spirits. We had to cross the railway gates at
Glenrowan. We often found great difficulty in crossing the railway, for
many of the gate-keepers were in league with the friends of the Kelly
gang. The keeper required a lot of calling before he got up. We then
struck across the bush until we were compelled to get on to the roads;
when amongst the farm-houses we had to travel very quietly to avoid
alarming the occupants, for we looked upon every one as a sympathizer
of the outlaws. After travelling about four hours, the constable who
undertook to take us to the farm referred to, said he thought we were
near the place, so we all dismounted and left our horses on the road
in charge of one of the party. The remainder approached the house
carefully, and we got in front of it just half an hour before daybreak.
I told my sergeant, with three of the men, to take up his position at
the back of the house, and that I would, when it was clear daylight,
put my hat on my rifle as a sign for him to approach. I remained on
the spot with three men for about half an hour. They were strung up to
such a pitch that I thought I should hardly be able to restrain them
from rushing ahead of me.
At the appointed time I gave the signal, and we started for the house.
We had to pass a window before getting to the door, and in doing so
one of the men stepped in front of me. He told me afterwards that he
thought a shot would have been fired out of the window, and he wanted
to get between me and it. We went to the door and listened, but all was
silent within. I knocked, and a man inside called out, "Who's there?"
I replied, "Police; open the door." After a few seconds he did so. I
said, "Have you any strangers in your house?" He said, "I have." I
suppose our appearance there frightened the life out of him, for he
turned deadly pale; but the moment he said there were strangers inside
we all rushed into the house and into every room in the building.
I said to the farmer, "Let me see the strangers," and out came the
individual whom we had passed the previous evening, the greatest
sympathizer Kelly had. I asked him what brought him there. He said he
came over to see his friend and spend the night with him.
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