NEW SOUTH WALES.

Lyttelton Times, Volume XXII, Issue 1260, 7 July 1864, Page 2

NEW SOUTH WALES.

MORGAN'S LAST AND CHIEFEST EXPLOIT. (From the Border Poml June 23.) On Sunday last, about one o'clock, four persons were sitting in a room at the Kound Hill station, belonging to Mr. Hertty, about forty mile* from Albury. They were Mr. Watson, the superintendent; Mr. M'Neil, the overseer; Mr. M'Lean, cattle overseer; and Mr. John lieriott, a young gentleman, son of Mr. lieriott, a neighbouring wjoatter, who had come over with a message. Mr*. Watson was in her bedroom, when a man whom she recognised as Morgan looked in at the door and asked her where was Mr. Watson. She pointed out the room. Morgan opened the door, presented a revolver, and introduced himself formally, aud then asked where the grog was. He, with a revolver in each hand*cappedfnd cocked, mustered the four persona to the aptftflleol indicated, and demanded to know how many bottle# there were. Mr. Watson replied that there were «x bottles of gin and that one was broached. Out of the latter bottle Mr. Watson poured a glass and offered it to the villain, who smiled and said," Yon must drink that yourself, as you may hare had it ready for me." He then drank himself, and called the female servant, ordered dinner, and told hex; to tell one of the men to put his horse in the stable and gave him a feed, which was done. Morgan asked Mr. Watson, •' What rations do you give your men?" Mr. Watsou replied that he gave them full rations, and if any one of them aaid they had not enough, he gave them more. The bushranger ordered the four prisoners into a corner while be had his dinner, saying, M All good people can go together." While eating he chatted sociably, with revolver on either liand, and four more ostentatiously displayed in his belt. After dinner he marched his prisoners out and mustered all the men, making a total of eleven* at and around the stable-door while he went to ermine his horse. He then drove them down to a little cattle shed, which is about six feet by eighty and made them sit on a bench there, sending Mr. Watson himself back to the house for a bottle of gin. One of the men served round the bottle at the robber's desire, and after that another and auother bottle until four were emptied, Morgan making everyone drink the spirit raw, he himself taking a small nip each time. After this lie thought he would try something else, and«ordered his horse to be brought. Before mounting, without any provocation whatever, he fired one shot amongst his prisoners,which grazed the carpenter's head, and another in the samedirection. The horse which the ruffian rode is a remarkably fine hay, with a star And snip, two white hind fetlocks and white before. Putting away a gin bottle for himself, Mofgnn turned and rode away, but when only about fifteen yards off Mr. Watson rather rashly said," These are stirrup-irons you stole from so-and-so." The ruffian then coolly turned round in his saddle, took a deliberate aim at Mr. Watson's head and fired. Seeing the deadly aim, Mr. Watson involuntarily put up •his.hand through which the ball passed, turning it aside, probably, as it only touched his scalp. The wounded man ran behind the shed and hid himself, but Morgan returned to the door of the shed, fired left and right among the inmates, crying out, " Now you clear out of this." The first shot went through ynung Mr. Heriott's leg, between the knee and ankle, shattering the bone to pieces, aud then hit another man's leg behind, maiming him, but luckily not breaking the shin, as its force had been spent. The second ball hit no one. The men then all ran away iu different directions, the poor wounded young man among theiu, dragging his broken leg after hiui for about thirtyyards, when he fell, from pain and exhaustion,In the meantime, the villain Morgan galloped after another man across the yard, with his pistol cocked, but the fugitive escaped through the kitchen. The horse stood fire' well. Morgan then galloped back to young lieriott, dismounted and put the revolver to his head. (Mrs. Watson, in the meantime, was running screaming and terrified about the yard.) Mr. lieriott said, " Don't kill me Morgan, you have broken my leg;" and Mr. Watson, who also seeing Morgan with his pistol to the bov's head, came out of his hiding place, cried out, " For God's sake, Morgan, don't kill any one." The villain, who seemed to act with the consistency of drunkenness —of a murderer gone mad—then cried out, "Where are all the -—wretches gone to ?' and swore a fearful oath that he would blow the brains out of every man on the station if they did not comp to Ileriott's assistance, lie liiuiself knelt down, cut the boot oft' the wouuded leg, and carried the unfortunate youth toiljegnte the Jiouip. Two men then, frightened by his threats, caine for. ward, and he swore he would shoot them dead if they did not carry him into the house', which they did, aud laid him on a bed. At this time also two men (one a half-caste aboriginal) who had not yet appeared on the Kcene, but evidently Morgan's men, came up and remained ou the ground while young Heriott was carried to a bed, where Morgan cut olf the other boot, aud set a man to attend him. lie then returned to Mr. Watson, and bound a handkerchief round his wounded hand, saying " lie was sorry he did that." Seeing Morgan apparently relenting as if satisfied with bloodshed, Mr. M l lx;un asked him if he-Might go for a doctor. Morgan auswered "yes;" and then for a short time regaled liiuiself aud his mu|es, but apparently mistrusting M'Lejln, lie followed him along the road, overtook him five or six miles from the station, and without yea or nay, coming close behind him, fired at him; the ball entered the unfortunate nun's back, above the hip, and came out close to the navel. He pf course fell off his horse mortally wounded. Morgan discounted, lifted the wounded man on his horse, and let! him to the station, where he now lies with no hope of recovery. Mot-gaii aud his men then reraaiued carousing until two o'clock the next morning, when they departed as they came, and the pjliee under Mr. M'Lcrie arrived exactly five minutes after. Yesterday afternoon six volunteers, including the Mayor ot' Albury, started iu pursuit of Morgan the bushranger. Mr. M'Lean died from the effects of the shot fired at him by Morgan at Round Hill Station, anl the body was brought in t< - lay. An inquiry is to ba held.