|Newspaper Title||Singleton Argus (NSW : 1880 - 1954)|
|Trove Title||Bonshaw: A Moreton Bay King|
The state of feoling at tho Pino Station bad undergone considcrablo alteration within tho pant twclvo hours. Tho kind and noble conduct of the natives
wae being rovenlcd, and tho resistance and bravery of King Bonshaw made many think of tho justice or even expediency of retaliating overy email act prejudicial to the whites with wholesale elaughter. It is trim in this enso tho reports of the death of tho Scanlans were tho calico of tho bloody reprisals that had been made. Old Mr. Soanlan sat moody and silont that night before retiring to bed. Hi* arm was bound in a ?linj;. Ho mourned tho lo?? of Ilia son, for although Tom was alire, who was thought to hnvo been den J, he had dearly loved Jamen. 110 felt that his harah system of dealing with the native. , ! was a failure, and could not last longer. Them vrna a balm nnd secret satisfaction in hie invalid arm ; it was some revenge for tho natives, nnd acted on hit) mind as tho self-inflicted woundn of a fanatic, Tho fame feelings in various degrees pervaded those who had been out for tho day, bat having too far to travel hud elected to stay for tho night. Tho feeling was carefully nursed by Mrs. ami Annie Scanlan. To thoir sensitive mindn those butcheries of natives wnro always abhorred, but their oxprossionn of disapproval had been received as " woman's fancies " and " old wives' talk," which would not do hero. Everyone retired early to bed, tired and worn out by the exertions of tbo day. Not a soul in tho houno was awako, except, Miss Sennlan, who waa watching over Tern, whan the mur derous report bursting upon tho car in tho stillness of tbo night awoke all with a start. Komo thought it was a native attack, and camo out with caution. No natives wore to bo eeon, only ono man, and ho was not a native, but in tho corner they saw a small group. They all stood silently around the dead king, and tho kneeling forms of Mias Soanlan and Amorctta, while the villain who had tired the shot stood apart. " Sei/.e him," cried Scanlan, " ho'll play few morejdevilieh tricks. Bring a ropo." " Master, you offered a reward for thia. Now it'n done. The roward?" said tho Rcoumirel, humbly. " A rope! a rope! " "Muster, listen, I have done what yon asked." " A ropo 1" "Bosh." " A ropo." " Is this tho reward for doing your wish ? " " A ropo, you villain." Scanlan's brow was knit, and a resolute determination sat on his face. " (iivo it to mc," and in the excitement of the moment he forgot his arm; and tho cling in which it routed was cast aside as he seized the ropo and approached Trigga. Trigge, however, valued his lifo—perhaps the only thing Ins did value—and ecoing it might be harshly used in tho present temper of the time, took hold of the only chance he had. lie instantly look to his heels nnd made a rush for the ooekatoo fence, but it was high, and, as Trigfja was not so supple as boused to be, he tipped tho top of tho fenco with his foot ami rolled ovor on tho other side. Bef Dro ho could recover himself Scanlan was on him, and dealt him a blow with tho butt end of Triggs' own pun, on tho hip, that shattered tho bone. Tripes writhed in agony, and now that all hope of escape was pone, between his groans, ho anathematised all around. His dreadful imprecations and cries ot agony were soon stopped. A few strong hands grasped him and dragged him to tho foot of an old and gigantic tree, which still reared itself erect, although its trunk was hollow and partly burnt away. A stone was attached to tho ropo and thrown over ono of it's lowest limbs. Triggs was hoidtod in mid-air, gurgling out curves on heaven and earth; thus Triggs bade good-byo to all things anbliraary and luntiry. Ono of tho Htation hands had bcon lighting his pipe at the foot of the tret , , and carelessly throw his match into its hollow trunk. Tho wood, dry an tinder, caught tiro and rapidly spread up tho trunk. The heat in tho hollow trunk caused a great draught, and tho sparks camo flying out at tho top of the tree, and tho flames also shot out. Tho inside of tho tree was a burning furnace, and roared hoarsely and terribly, as if in conflict with eomo mighty enemy. Tho flames from the top of the trunk lit up tho scene with a weird light, and tho air was filled with sparks of light. All else was thrown into gloom. Thoro was the old knotted, gnarled gum, hoary in its ago and venerable in ita very ruggedncss, dangling aloft on ono of its arms tho ox convict; in a corner was the dead king Htretched on tho dry, parched-up ground, with two frail figures ntill kneeling over him, and apart stood a group of men, strangely vioaged iv tho weird light, watching tho fireworks. ! Tho body of the dead king was taken care of with all respect until nest day. i The oastorn horizon was slightly tinged with a bright red, and tho moon had almost disappeared when (icorgo rose next morning. Dashing a basinful of water in his faco ho was as fresh as a bird, and walked round tho houee. Thero waa Triggs hanging on tho grand old apark-spitting eucalyptus, while a number of uuUoclce woro looking up at tho strange figure that moro resembled a bundlo of than tho case of a human uoul, not lon? ago fled. Cleorgo mounted his horeo and gallopod to the site of tho native camp. Ho found tho natives already rebuilding their huts, but they were of a more temporary kind than tho old substantial ones. Tho reception accorded George was cool and hostile—passively hos tile. Ho told them all that had occurred on tho previous night, and asked them to oomo down to tho station and sco their king buried. In returning from tho camp ho could not help feeling that those ho had just loft were com paratively helpless as a child now their great head had gone. All the natives wero deeply aftliotcd, and ecemed utterly prostrated at tbo newH. As he descended tho valley and gained tho open country he heard tho wuilinge of the grief-stricken people. A grave had beenjdug In a grovo ot trees by tho r:reck, and when tho fiery sun was de clining in the weat the body of tho king'was laid in its last resting-place. The natives camo in largo numbers to show their respect for their late king. Many
of them worn suspioious and fearful of some treachery, but Biich was thcitlovn and venera tion that they brnvctl all dansers to look onco more on the noblo nnd well-known features. Many of the moat influential of other tribes camo, Short as tho tinio was aince ho had died tho news spread like fire. It took nil by surprise; his very foes wero staggered at the news, for although they foared and envied both tho personal powers of tho king and tho colleotivo power of hie tribe, those wore to, them a tower of strength and security against tho att&cke of tho whites. That stronghold and with it their feeling of security wero now dashed to tho ground in ono fiorco eddy of un lucky time. Tho burial of tho king was a strange and affecting spectacle. Side by Bido etood those who but yesterday had been in deadly con. flict. The native in his primal simplicity and the white man ol ndrnnced civilization met on common ground, levelled and en nobled by tho satno feelings of respect and reveronco. Aa tho little mound was being completed, tho strange company of mourners turned nlowly one by ono from it and disappeared in tho gathering darkness. The figuro of the murderer etill dangled from tho branch of tho old tree, and loomed out weirdly against the western aky. The treo with its burden.was avoided aa a plaguo epot. .