By those who saw him, Michael was described as a “rough sailor-looking fellow” who stood at around 5ft 8. His eyes were deep set and he had a profusion of coarse hair which framed his slightly pockmarked face. From ‘Early Troubles of the Colonists’ by James Calder. Illustration by Aidan Phelan.
According to Carlisle’s servant Patrick Flaherty, while he was cooking breakfast on the morning of the 24th of April 1815, Richard Collier, Richard McGwyre, Peter Septon, Hugh Burn and Peter Geary entered the hut and demanded Flaherty not to stir. With their muskets cocked, the outlaws searched through the room for items they stood inContinue reading “A Knapsack Full of Flour”
At about seven o’clock in the evening on the 10th of May 1815, James Whitehead, Peter Septon, Thomas Collier, Richard McGwyre and James Geary rushed into the servant hut of Mr Adolarious William Henry Humphrey at Pitt Water and bailed up the male servants inside, tying their hands with the handkerchiefs they wore around theirContinue reading “A Spot of Tea at Humphrey’s”
On the night of the 8th of September 1816, John Peachey, the overseer of Lieutenant-Governor Davey’s farm at Coal River , was in bed when a heavy knock resounded from the front door of the house. Upon answering it, Peachey was greeted by Michael Howe, George Jones, Peter Septon, John Chapman and James Parker, withContinue reading “A Toast to the Governor”
While raiding the house of a Mr Pitt, Michael came across a book that took his eye and placed it in his Knapsack. This book would come to be his ‘journal of dreams’, with Michael writing in every spare space he could find not taken by text and possibly adding to its length with freshContinue reading “Michael’s Journal”
Michael wrote several letters to Lieutenant-Governor Davey during his outlawry. The following is one such letter: “From the Bushrangers to the Honor’ble T. Davey, Lieutenant Governor of Van damand’s Land. Sir, We have Thought proper to write these Lines To You As we have Been Kept In the Dark so long And We find itContinue reading “Letter from Michael Howe to Lieutenant-Governor Davey”
Scene–Michael Howe’s Marsh, near Anstey Barton, Van Diemen’s Land. Through pathless wilds condemn’d to roam, Untrod, perchance, by other feet, No more I find a tranquil home, Nor dare my fellow-mortals meet. My gloomy brow is seamed by care, And deep remorse weighs down my soul; My days are pass’d in dark despair, The nightsContinue reading “MICHAEL HOWE’S LAMENT”