THE CAPTURE OF A BLACK DESPERADO.

Southland Times, Issue 1114, 26 February 1869, Page 3

THE CAPTURE OF A BLACK DESPERADO.

The Macintyre Biver correspondent of the ' Maitland Mercury,' gives the following particulars of the capture of an oboriginal named Charley Loder, who has for some time been the tenor of that district : — "On the afternoon of Wednesday, the 13th ultimo, at a place called Mobbiabri Greet, a little to the west of this place, some drovers, who were taking sheep to market for Mr R. Dinea, were rather surprised to see a blackfellow armed with a gun, and accompanied by two half-castes, come up to them, and make a demand for rations. The drovers, guessing that the blackfellow could be no other than, the notorious Charley, of whom they had heard so much, and not knowing exactly what waa the best thing to be done under the circumstances, invited him to their cart to get what he had asked for. But while waiting for what he did want, he got something which he did not want — a heavy fall to the ground — from a stalwart i .rover named Schneider, who, narrowly watching the black, and at last catching him off his guard, sprang upon him from behind and threw him down. One would naturally think that the half-castes would have helped their fallen comrade to escape ; but not so; for, although armed with revolvers, they stood by for a while, looking on quite cooly. But, all at once, the idea seemed to suggest itself to them that they had better decamp, while their enemies were engaged with their prostrate mate ; and they did so quickly. In the meantime, Charley, who, by description, appears to be a sort of a sable cross between Apollo and Hercules, was struggling and writhing most desperately to free himself from the grasp of the doughty drover, who was holding him by the throat, and that with a greater degree of tightness than accorded with Charley's notions of fun. In the struggle for victory the blackfellow's shirt speedily assumed the form of ribbons, and at last disappeared altogether, so that the Schneider, having nothing but the black's greasy skin to hold on by, began to find his undertaking a somewhat difficult one. His grasp on the blackfellow's throat was fast relaxing, . and, despite his great exertions, Charley .' Loder would, in all probability, now have " been free, were it not for a Chinaman, wjiq, seeing Charley on his feet againv and all but clear of Schneider, caught hold of one of his legs, and pulled him to the ground. And now, some others helping, the prisoner was soon securely bound, and started on his way to Warialda. Before getting to that place, it was necessary that he should spend a

| night at "Sfallaroo, which he did in the jalliest possible manner,, singing the "whole night through. He threatens that, if htr »hou<ld get out again,, he will kill the two h;t)f-castes for deserting him, as well as all those who are in- any way concerned in his capture.