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
Next day we started off into the hills. I sent a man from the house
to Senior-constable Kelly, and told him to withdraw his men into the
mountains, so as to keep watch over the house, and to remain as long
as his provisions would last. We searched all the day without finding
any signs of the outlaws. We camped that night at the foot of a steep
mountain, and were starting off next morning when Bellis drew my
attention to what we all thought were the heads of four men looking
over the hill at us. Without a moment's consideration, the whole party
started to get up the hill as fast as they could. It was a difficult
job for the horses, but we urged them on. The only things we could see
were four goats feeding quietly. We looked for traces of men, but could
find none, and so came to the conclusion that we must have mistaken the
goats for four men looking down on us. I myself had grave doubts, and
still think they were men. There was a high point of the mountain in
front of us, which we next proceeded to search.
As my horse was carrying twenty stone, when I got on the top of the
hill I dismounted and walked over to some shelving rocks. There I
found the foot-marks of a man on the green moss, as if done that
morning. I went back to meet my men, and showed the foot-marks to them,
and after we had followed the tracks for some distance we came across a
lot of stones recently moved, the earth being quite fresh. The stones
were up on end, all pointing in one direction, and that was to another
high hill three or four miles off. We lost the tracks in the rocky
ground, so decided to try our luck on the other hill. We kept some
distance apart from each other, making for the steep ground in front of
us. After a most tedious ascent we reached the top, at least four of us
did, and, strange to relate, here we found the stones stuck up on end
just as we had found them on the other hill. We were greatly puzzled
at this, and while we were talking over the matter one of the men saw
a person at the foot of the hill on horse-back, riding along at a good
pace. I sent a man after him to see who he was, and he overtook him as
he was making for the mountain. The man I had sent immediately beckoned
to me to come down, and appeared to be very excited. We all made down
the hill as fast as we could.
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