LATEST ACCOUNTS OF MORGAN.

Evening Post, Issue 64, 24 April 1865, Page 2

LATEST ACCOUNTS OF MORGAN.

A dispatch from Beeuhworth, in Victoria, to Sydney, gives the following particulars :—: — Morgan has been shot dead in Victoria. Daniel Morgan, the bushranger and murderer, lias been here, having crossed over to Victoria, sis he himself repeatedly said he would, " to take the flashness out of the people and police «f Victoria," and has met his death when returning to his beat, mounted on Mr. Bowler's celebrated race mare Victoria,' after a rather successful raid of four days, during which he stuok-up M'Kinnon's station, Little Hiver ; Evans's, King River, where he fired the granaries, through a tour years revenge for his finger being shot off by Evans, while thieving ; several carriers on the Melbourne road, between Bengalla and Wangaratta, about thirty-five miles from Beechworth ; Warby station, on his way back to the Murray ; and lastly, Peechelba station, (Macpherson and Rutherford's), within eight miles of the river, from which he never escaped alive. The police were dead on his track, but more than that, every civilian within fifty miles was armed and ready as it proved, as soon as it was known that the actual villain was really amongst them, to keep him, dead or aliva, from Victoria. In the meantime the police in Beechworth had received intelligence on Friday morning of his doings at M'Kinnon's and Evans's station, and without particular trouble about that part of the country, Superintendent Winth lined the Murray on both sides in the very direction which, from the King River, he was likely to take. He arrived at Beechelba station on Saturday night, and bailed up the inmates, but • a servant girl -who had previously smacked his face— escaped out of the room, and through the bush to a neighbouring station, where all the men were immediately mustered with firearms— one man was despatched to Wangaratta with news, and the house quietly surrounded. All the police but one were absent, but there was no lack of volunteers, and putting themselves under the command of senior-constable Evans, the single constable and six men started for the scene of what was expected to be murder. Evans bad the greatest difficulty in preventing the civilians rushing the house, as they thought there might be a repetition of the Round Hill massacre, and there were Mrs. M'Pherson and servant women in the house. He treated Mr. Macpherson civilly through the night, declaring he only wanted a good horse in the morning, and spoke familiarly of all his deeds, palliating them in a shrewd manner. While the two civilian parties were lying in ambush at the various outlets, a portion of Superintendent Winch's party had followed up his supposed line, and a consultation was held in whispi.-rs between the lot in sight of the house, when it was unanimously

resolved to wait till daybreak around the house in fear of endangering the inmates and giving Morgan a chance of escaping in the darkness. Each man was placed in cover close up, and the same servant girl had the temerity not merely to inform her master, through her mistress, in Morgan's presence, of what was going on, but took the volunteers out coffee in a can. There were now altogether fourteen barrels in the hands of fourteen men, determined to do their duty, or they would not have been there, and Morgan was doomed. At daylight he came to the door, and looked cautiously out, but no finger moved; and about eight he, after drinking one half-glass of whisky, which was all he partook of during the night, ordered Mr. Macpherson and the three men out before him, a revolver in each hand, to get him the promised horse. When , he was well out, and while he was watching his men, those behind closed cautiously on him, and an Irishman named Quinlan stepped in front to a stump. Macpherson glanced round, as if talking to Morgan, and, seeing the men advancing, stepped a little on one side. Morgan was in the act of starting round when Quinlan fired, bringing him at once heavily to the ground on his face. He was shot at half -past eight, and died at half-past one.

Betsy Island, the property of Lady Franklin, at the mouth of the Derwcnt, has long been known to be infested with game of the inferior son. To such, an extent is this the case, that it is no unusual thing for parties to set out for that island, and, after remaining there for a night, to come home laden with rabbits, which are exposed for sale in the city. A few gentlemen, deeply interested in the subject of acclimatisation, are, we understand, desirous of seeing this fine property turned to better account, and either have made a proposal to that effect to Mr. Ronald Gunn, Lady Franklin's a^ent, or will do so shortly. What they propose is, to lease the island, and in the event of that being done, they then propose to turn it into an acclimatisation ground, or, in other words, to turn it to the use to which Philip Island on the Melbourne coast is put by the Accl"matisation Society of Victoria, that is, to the rearing of all sorts of game of the first description. We know of no better use to which the island could be put, and such a proposal would, no doubt, meet with Lady Franklin's entire approval. — Hobart Town Mercury.