Reflections

Moving through the dense scrub that flanks the upper Shannon River, the narrowed eyes of Michael Howe spy the man he is looking for, standing with his back towards the flickering amber of a fire. Halting, the bushranger whistles sharply, causing the man to spin in his direction, his claw-like fingers grasped around a musket.Continue reading “Reflections”

Michael Howe and Thomas Davenport

In the months before his death in October 1818, Michael was accused of murdering Mr Stanfield’s assigned servant Thomas Davenport, while the man was in the highlands hunting kangaroos. On the third day of the trip, his dogs returned home without him and a search was conducted but returned no success. During a meeting withContinue reading “Michael Howe and Thomas Davenport”

The Misrepresentation of Michael Howe

On this cold and wet Tasmanian afternoon, as I sit at my desk listening to the inescapable rasping call of a native hen, my mind begins pondering the question posed to me for the writing of this essay; ‘Has Michael Howe been mispresented?’ (No, do not rub your eyes or adjust your screen brightness, youContinue reading “The Misrepresentation of Michael Howe”