|Chapter Title||JACK'S YARN|
|Newspaper Title||Warwick Examiner and Times (Qld. : 1867 - 1919)|
|Trove Title||Which One!|
Oamp was pitched, billy boiled, and tbe con tents of the ration bags having been discussed, the evening was well on when tbe party met
round tbe fire and began talk over the day's j delight. AH were in good spirits. Jack told a yarn wbioh he did well. It was all about a "good time" he had experienced when in Maoriland some years before. He had just been in the colony a few months when a. rather peculiar experience happened to him. As might be expected tbe young fellow made " things hum" for a time, as he was fresh from England and had been sent out by his family i to igain colonial experience. Jack told his tale this wayOne evening, some five years ago, I
was in the company of tbe other fellows on the j West Coast whsre the gold diggings had been
the attraction for us. Oar lack was not very ! good but as I had plenty of cash then I didn't wear a disappointed look, nor did I tell every body that I was jast about full of trying to
make a living on a gold-field. Well, one night,! after doing the rounds of tbe pubs, I and " Mac," my mate, were wending our way back to our tent I heard an unearthly yell, followed by a scream, which seemed to our astonished ears like a woman crying out in Agony. Pre sently all was quiet. " Mac" remarked, " Oh it's only that fellow O'Toole hammering his wife again." Now, this fellow O'Toole lived about half a mile from our claim; he had a young wife, but when he got a drop in be was a veri table beast, and the poor unfortunate wretch of a wife had to put up with cuffs, kioks, and beat ings that were something terrible. Within a quarter of an hour, just after we had turned in, I saw some one pam close to our tent. It was a clear moonlight night, and as our tent was pitched on a commanding point, where we could eee all round Kuranin, I had my suspioions aroused, and calling; " Mao" I told him what I suspected. We decided to go over to O'Toole'e camp and eee if all was fair and square there, On arrival there judge of our surprise when on opening the door of tbe tent we beheld a figure lying on the ground, going up to it I saw it was Mrs. O'Toole; she was quite dead and weltering in blood. A wound on the head showed where the death blow had been given. | Hastily examining the body to make sure that
life was extinct, 1 sent " Mac" over to llie police camp to tell tlio terrible news of the tragedy. In a few uiinutes Inspector Thomp son and a couple of troopeis arrived and took our statements down, after which a search was made for the murderer. Although the police were quickly on the trail, they could get no clue where O'Toole bad escaped to. In those days the telegraph line did notspan the country like iL does to-day. There were no good roads. Mails and means of communication were fear fully glow, as slow as a funeral. Why I tell you this yarn is because it is just five years ago to-nipht since it occurred. To this dny the murderer has not been unearthed, and there eeeins no possible chance of his ever goiog be fore a judge. The woman was a girl creature, not of course a lady, but she was not one of the drinking class so often fouud in mining towns. She certainly had a temper-no won der--when the brute of a husband is re membered and the treatment she sustained. A.U the miners turned out to the funeral, and to this day her name is spoken respectedly of in Kuranin. The 41 chaps" raised a sum of money and put up a stone over her grave anil fenced in the little plot.
After this yarn was told we fill turned in for the night.