AKA – William MILLER ( Surname of his Step Father – John Miller )
Late of Berrima, NSW

New South Wales Police Force

Regd. #   ????

( No find under RAYMOND, nor MILLER, in the Police Service Registers 1852 – 1913 )


Rank:  Constable


Stations: ?, Sydney Metropolitan District – Death


ServiceFrom  3 June 1862  to  14 April 1866 = 3+ years Service


Awards:  No find on It’s An Honour


Born? ? 1838 at Bishops-gate, London, England

Birth Certificate ( pdf ) 1838

Died on:  Saturday  14 April 1866

Age:  28

Cause:  Shot – Murdered


Event location:  The Southern Rd, near Picton ( Bargo Brush – now Pheasant’s Nest )

Event date:  Saturday  14 April 1866


Funeral date:  Monday  16 April 1866

Funeral location?


Buried at:  St Stephen’s, cnr Lennox St & Church St, Newtown, NSW

[ Note the original church at Newtown, NSW, was moved to within the grounds of Camperdown Cemetery in the 1870s ]

This grave, in 2021, could not be located.  Exact location of grave is unknown and cemetery is in disrepair.

Touchplate at the National Police Wall of Remembrance, Canberra for Constable William RAYMOND. William MILLER.
Touch plate at the National Police Wall of Remembrance, Canberra for Constable William RAYMOND.


WILLIAM is mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance




May they forever Rest In Peace

At the time of his death Constable Raymond, Senior Sergeant John Healey ( # ‘P’20 ), and Constables Andrew Kilpatrick ( # ‘P’ 54 ) and Edward Mitchell ( # ‘P’1215 )  were escorting eleven prisoners to Darlinghurst Gaol where they were to help with building works. When the wagon in which they were travelling reached Bargo Brush (now Pheasant’s Nest) the prisoners attacked their escort in an escape bid. In the ensuing brawl one of the prisoners (James Crookwell) managed to seize a police revolver. He fired at Sergeant Healey however the bullet struck Constable Raymond in the face, killing him instantly. The constable’s first name is sometimes recorded as Edward.


On 20 April, 1866 an official inquiry into the “murderous assault by prisoners on the police under whose charge they were being brought from Berrima Gaol to Sydney” took place at Darlinghurst Gaol, before Captain Cloete, the Water Police Magistrate. In evidence, Senior Sergeant Healey gave an intimate account of the circumstances of the murder.


“We were proceeding towards Sydney, and about 3 o’clock in the afternoon, when within about ten miles from Picton I heard a shout in the coach, and at the same moment I was seized from behind by both shoulders by two men; I made a spring forward and fell off the coach; I jumped up and went round to the near side of the coach; I saw prisoners Weaver, Slattery, and Lee take hold of Constable Mitchell; they were trying to wrest his arms from him; they were all standing up in the coach; prisoners Berriman, Crookwell and Owens had hold of Constable Kilpatrick on the same side of the coach, but at the back seat; they were trying to wrest his carbine from him; Crookwell had hold of his throat; Berriman and Owens had hold of his carbine; the prisoner Forster, was standing up in the centre of the coach; I presented my rifle, and told the prisoners if they did not let go I would fire; they did not let go; I pulled the trigger, and the cap snapped; I then seized my rifle by the barrel and made a blow at Smith, who was still struggling with Mitchell ; I hit the coach, and broke the stock of the rifle; I then saw most of the prisoners rush to the off side of the coach; I was still on the near side; when I got round I saw that Constable Raymond had got out of the coach and was standing alongside it; when I got up to the coach, I looked in and saw Crookwell with a revolver in his right hand, and holding Kilpatrick’s throat with his left hand; I said to him, “Put down that revolver, or I’ll blow your brains out”; prisoner Lee was shouting out to the others, “Shoot the b-s’. Weaver cried out, “Shoot the b–sergeant;” Berriman was shouting out, “Fire, fire;”‘ directly I said to Crookwell I would blow his brains out, he turned round and said to me, “you b-,” at the same moment he fired; Raymond was standing in front of me, between me and the horses; and Crookwell was standing at the back part of the coach’; I heard something like a bullet pass me, and I immediately fired; I think I hit Slattery; as soon as the shot had been fired by Crookwell, I saw the blood gush from Raymond’s nose; Raymond turned half round and fell on his face.


At this time Constables Mitchell and Kilpatrick were both struggling with prisoners in the coach; I then saw Owens had got out of the coach and was running away; I followed him, and called upon him to stand; he refused; I fired; he immediately fell down and rolled over, and cried out, ” I’m shot, for God’s sake do not fire any more.”; I did not fire again; I went up to him and brought him back to the coach; when I got back to the coach, Mitchell and Kilpatrick had got out, and were standing by the side of the coach; Crookwell was holding up a revolver, and cried out twice, “I surrender”.  Several of the prisoners also cried out that they would surrender; I did not hear any other shots fired; I made Owens get into the coach, and handcuffed himself; I noticed blood was coming from Slattery and Bland; two or three civilians then came up, one of whom was a clergyman, who assisted Mr. Whatmore to put the body of Raymond, in the boot of the coach; Raymond, up to this time, had not moved from the place where he had fallen”.


The constable was born in 1838 and joined the New South Wales Police Force on 3 June, 1862. At the time of his death he was stationed in the Sydney Metropolitan District.

Empire (Sydney, NSW : 1850 – 1875),

Tuesday 17 April 1866, page 1

RAYMOND — On the 14th April, on the Southern Road, near Picton, from a gun-shot wound, inflicted by a prisoner while under escort, William Raymond, aged 28 years, a constable of the New South Wales police force, a native of Bishops-gate, London, England.

London papers please copy.


Illawarra Mercury (Wollongong, NSW : 1856 – 1950),

Tuesday 24 April 1866, page 2

The Bargo Brush Affair

( From the Empire )


Our readers will remember that eleven prisoners were concerned in the desperate ? ( fight ) at Bargo Brush on Saturday last.

One of those, James Crookwell, was committed, on Monday, by the Coroner, at Picton to take, his trial at the next assizes for the murder of Constable Raymond. Three of the prisoners were wounded, Smith in the elbow, when attempting to snatch the revolver from sergeant Zglenitski ; Slattery near the kidney, when in the act of biting constable Mitchell‘s nose, and attempting to deprive him of his firearms ; and Bland was shot in the side and arm while trying to seize constable Mitchell’s rifle. These three prisoners are in the gaol hospital, and were not in a condition to be removed, Bland being in a somewhat precarious state. Hindmarsh and Webster, who do not appear to have taken any conspicuous part in the assault, will most likely be called by the Crown for the prosecution.

The remaining five prisoners were placed under examination yesterday, in the upper room of the debtors’ prison, Darlinghurst gaol, before the Water Police Magistrate, Captain Cloete.

The names of the prisoners are John Foster, William Lee, Henry Weaver, Thomas Berriman, and John Owens. They were brought into the room in the order named, in prison dress, and leg-ironed.

Foster is a strong young man, of about 24 years of age, and has a determined look about him. Lee, who acted as spokesman, is about, an inch taller than Foster, being 5 feet 7, aged 38, and apparently very familiar with gaols, and the customary preliminaries to them. Weaver is young, sulky, tall, and such a man as can be easily persuaded to anything. Berriman is a little compact, swarthy young man about 28 years of age. Owens is something like Foster, but more intelligent. These five, of themselves, appear almost a match for the escort whom they assaulted.

They were formally charged by senior-sergeant Healey, of the Berrima police, with being accessories to the murder of the late constable Raymond, near Bargo Brush, on Saturday, the 14th April instant.

Prisoner Lee : Your Worship, may I address you before anything further is stated? will you order all the witnesses out of court ? and I should like a piece of paper and a pencil to take notes.

The Magistrate said he would comply with the request, and the prisoner was supplied with paper and pencil.

Mr Williams, Crown Solicitor, then conducted the examination, as follows:-

John Healy deposed: I am a senior sergeant of police, stationed at Berrima.

I left Berrima about 9 o’clock on Saturday morning last, having previously attended the gaol at Berrima, and received in custody eleven prisoners, to be escorted from Berrima to Darlinghurst gaol, Sydney.

The names of the prisoners were, William Lee, Thomas Berriman, John Foster, Henry Weaver, John Owens, Michael Slattery, Hindmarsh, Crookwell, Bland, Smith, and Webster.

The five prisoners now before the Court were among them.

I had with me constables Kilpatrick, Mitchell, and Raymond.

The prisoners were placed in one of Cobb’s coaches, outside the gaol door. The three constables, myself, the driver, and a Mr Whatmore accompanied the coach. I sat on the left of Mr Whatmore, who sat next to the coach driver on the box. Constable Mitchell was placed with his back towards the box, on the near side of the first seat, there being four seats inside the Coach, Constable Raymond was on one of the centre seats on the off side facing the box. Constable Kilpatrick was on the oft, or back seat, facing Mitchell, but two seats between them.

Constable Raymond, Mitchell and myself, were armed with breach loading rifles and revolvers. Constable Kilpatrick had a small carbine and revolver, all were loaded. In this way we proceeded towards Sydney.

When about ten miles from Picton, and at about 3 o’clock in the afternoon, I heard a cry like ” Hurrah ” in the conch. At the same moment I was seized from behind by both shoulders. The cry seemed to be a general cry. When I found hands forcibly upon me and an effort made to pull me back, I sprang forward, and jumped off the coach, and fell.

On recovering, I went round the near side of the coach. I then saw the prisoners Weaver, Smith, Lee, Slattery, and I think Bland surrounding and struggling with constable Mitchell. They were trying to wrest his firearms from him. They were all standing up in a cluster round him in the coach, Berriman, Crookwell and Owens, I saw had hold of constable Kilpatrick : he was on the back seat of the coach, on the same side. They were trying to wrest his carbine from him. Crookwell had hold of Kilpatrick‘s throat ; Berriman and Owens had hold of his carbine. Foster was standing up in the centre of the coach. I did not see him do anything. I did not then see constable Raymond. I was standing on the near side of the coach, with my back to the horses, and presented my revolver, and said to the prisoners Crookwell, Owens and Berriman, if they did not let go I would fire. I pulled the trigger of my rifle and the cap snapped. I then seized it by the barrel, and in striking at Smith, the stock caught the frame of the coach and broke the rifle. I saw the main body of the prisoners rush to the off-side of the coach. When I got round to face them, I then saw that constable Raymond had got out ; he had stumbled and was standing facing the coach near the hind wheel. When I came to Raymond I saw Crookwell with a revolver in his right hand. He had hold of constable Kilpatrick‘s throat with his left. I said to him ” Put down that revolver, or I’ll blow your brains out.” Prisoner Lee was hallowing out: ” Shoot the b—gers. ” Weaver cried out, ” Shoot the b—dy sergeant, ” Berriman cried out, ” Fire ! fire ! ” Directly I said to Crookwell, put down that revolver, or I’ll blow your brains out, ” he turned partly round presented the revolver towards me saying, ” You b–ger, ” at the same time firing.

At this time constable Raymond was on my right. I was between Crookwell and Raymond. I saw the explosion, and felt the lead ball whiz past my face. I returned the fire instantly with my revolver, and I believe I hit Slattery. As soon as Crookwell fired I saw the blood rushing from Raymond’s nose. He wheeled round, and tell forward, dead.

At this time the prisoners were still struggling with constables Mitchell and Kilpatrick, I observed Owens jump from the other side of the coach and run away. I followed, and told him to stand. He did not, and I fired. He immediately fell on his face on the road, and cried out ” I’m shot, for God’s sake don’t fire any more. ” I went up to him and brought him back to the coach. He was not shot.

When I got back to the coach constables Mitchell and Kilpatrick had got out of the coach. I noticed Crookwell holding up the revolver, and heard him crying out ” I surrender ! ” Several of the other prisoners were also calling out ” I surrender !” I could not tell whether any other shots were fired at this time.

I made Owens get into the coach and handcuff himself, and also the other prisoners we’re made to re-seat themselves. I then observed blood coming from Slattery and Bland. Two or three civilians came up then, one was a clergyman and they assisted Mr Whatmore and the driver to lift the body of constable Raymond on the Boot of the coach.

Raymond had never moved from the time he was shot.

After we had got Raymond on the boot of the coach, we three Constables, walked by the side of the coach until we came within about six miles of Picton, when we were met by the sergeant and a constable from the Picton police;

We proceeded on to Picton, secured the prisoners in the watch-house, and placed the body of constable William Raymond in the courthouse. He was quite dead.

When I jumped off the coach and recovered myself, I saw Hindmarsh holding up one hand and saying ” I have nothing to do with this. ” I saw Webster standing up in the coach; So far as I saw, Webster was quiet.

When we left Berrima the prisoners were handcuffed by one hand to a chain, and had leg-irons on. I produced the transmission warrant for the removal of the prisoners from Berrima to Darlinghurst. I handed this warrant over with the prisoners at Picton.

The shot that Crookwell fired was shot in the direction of Raymond.

The prisoners declined to ask any questions.

Andrew Kilpatrick deposed: I am a constable stationed at Berrima. On the 14th April I went to Berrima gaol, in company with senior-sergeant Healey and two other constables. The sergeant received charge of eleven prisoners. The five prisoners now before the Court were of that number. The sergeant was sitting on the box. I and the other constables were inside the coach. I sat on the back seat, Raymond in the centre, and Mitchell on the front seat.

When we came to within three miles of the Bargo River, On the Sydney side of Anderson’s public-house, a prisoner named Crookwell, sitting by my side, gave a shout, saying, ” Now, give it to the b–gers. ” Crookwell seized hold of my carbine, as did also prisoners Berriman and Owens, and endeavoured to wrest it from me. Crookwell then let go, and seized my revolver from the case at my waist belt.

Senior sergeant Healy came round to my side, and I shouted for him to shoot this fellow Crookwell. At this time Crookwell had just got the revolver. The other two had hold of my carbine. The sergeant presented his rifle at Crookwell, and it missed fire. He then clubbed the rifle, made a blow but struck an iron bar in the coach. He ( Healey ) then ran to the other side of the coach, at the same time drawing his revolver. Just as he got round, constable Raymond had just got a fall from a stumbling of the coach. As Raymond was straightening himself up, the sergeant came between him and Crookwell, and told Crookwell to put down the revolver. Crookwell made use of some savage expressions and fired. I saw Raymond fall and observed the blood gashing from his nose. It was with my revolver Crookwell shot him. The sergeant immediately fired in return. I cannot say which prisoner was struck, but one was. After Crookwell fired he turned to me and said ” If you don’t leave go of the carbine I’ll shoot you. ” I said, ” Shoot way. I’ll not let go. ”

He snapped the revolver at breast. As it did not explode he struck my right hand with the revolver. I then jumped out of the coach with my carbine, when I saw sergeant bringing Owens back. I could not see how constable Mitchell was getting on. When the sergeant brought Owens back, the prisoners all called ” Surrender ! we surrender ! ” and sat down in the coach, when the sergeant ordered them to put on the handcuffs. The sergeant and myself were in uniform at the time. I only observed Crookwell and Owens had been un-handcuffed. Could not say whether any of the others had been un-handcuffed.

Crookwell, Owens, Berriman and Weaver, were particularly active about me and and tried to disarm me. I heard Weaver call out ” Shoot the sergeant. “. This was when Crookwell had the revolver. Slattery also called out ” Shoot the b—dy sergeant. ”

The prisoners appeared to me to be acting in concert, and for the general purpose of effecting their escape.

When Slattery called out ” Shoot the b—dy sergeant, ” it was after Raymond had been shot by Crookwell.

I saw the body of Raymond afterwards. It was quite dead.

Prisoner Lee: Your Worship, I think it is stepping a little beyond the bounds of justice for the gentlemen prosecuting to be whispering to the sergeant who has given his evidence. I know that gentleman is conducting the case for the Crown, and he will take care to get out enough from the respective witnesses when under examination.

Mr Williams said he was asking no question but such as was proper, and taken no unfair advantage.

Mr Cloete: I will see that no injustice is done you. The prisoners declined to ask any questions.

Edward W. Mitchell; deposed: I am a mounted constable, stationed at Berrima, and formed one of an escort from Berrima to Sydney, in charge of senior sergeant Healey. The prisoners were Foster, Lee, Bland, Smith, Weaver, Slattery, Hindmarsh, Berriman, Webster, Crookwell and Owners. We were all in of Cobb and Co.’s coaches, the sergeant on the box. I, Raymond and Mitchell were inside the coach. I sat with my back to the box with two prisoners on my left. Raymond was on the third seat on my left front, with three prisoners on his left. Kilpatrick was on the fourth seat, facing me, with two prisoners on his right. Crookwell sat next to Kilpatrick.

When about 400 yards on the Sydney side of Anderson’s public-house; the prisoners made a sudden rush ; some stood up. I saw two of the prisoners jump up and put their hands above the cloth covering of the coach, and seized the sergeant and endeavoured to pull him backward into the coach. Slattery and Weaver were the two men.

The sergeant got away from them. Simultaneously with seizing the sergeant, three of the prisoners seized me. Foster, Lee and Smith seized me. Smith caught me by the throat. Foster endeavoured to force me back, as nears as I can recollect, by throwing his body on me. Lee took hold of the rifle and endeavoured to disarm me. While I was struggling with these prisoners, I saw sergeant Healey coming round the side of the coach. He covered Smith and Lee with his rifle. I heard the cap snap, and the butt of the rifle swing against the coach.

A minute or so after I said ” By G—, if you don’t let go, I’ll fire ! ” They did not let go, and I fired. The rifle was pointed towards the prisoner, Bland, who, at this time, had hold of the rifle, with the others. Bland was wounded on the side and arm by the contents of my rifle. Immediately after this I was seized by the prisoners Weaver and Slattery. Slattery seized me by the throat, and by the hair of my head, and got my nose to his mouth when at that moment, he received a ? and staggered back. Weaver caught me by the body ? ? maintained hold of the rifle. While I was struggling with the remaining three, Foster took hold of my left arm, and endeavoured to pull it away from the pouch which contained my revolver. I was holding and covering my revolver pouch. Lee and Smith made an effort to pull the revolver out of the pouch, but they did not succeed.

About half a minute after Slattery was shot, I heard a remark that some one was wounded. A number of them then called out ” We’ll surrender. ” I was so occupied with the prisoners near me that I could not see what constable Raymond was doing. I just caught a glimpse of Owen escaping from the hind wheel of the coach. I did not notice Hindmarsh, nor Webster; they were away from me. After they called out ” We’ll surrender, ” I got out of the coach, and ran round to the other side, when I there saw constable Raymond lying dead on his face. I observed a gunshot wound on the left side of his nose, just below the eye. I immediately re-loaded my rifle.

The body of constable Raymond was put on the footboard. The prisoners were secured in the coach. We proceeded to Picton and on the way met Senior sergeant Zglenitski, and another constable.

We placed the prisoners in the Picton watch house, and the body of constable Raymond in the Court house. The prisoners were secured at Berrima on a marching chain by handcuffs, and each was leg ironed. The only man I saw free from the chain was Owens. In this attempt to escape the prisoners to me appeared to act in concert, as if they were one man. The prisoners declined to ask questions.

Police sergeant Zglenitski and two other witnesses having to be examined, the further hearing of the case was adjourned until Monday, 30th Instant, at 2 o’clock. o’clock.

24 Apr 1866 – The Bargo Brush Affair. – Trove



Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954),

Wednesday 9 May 1866, page 5



The official inquiry into the charge brought by sergeant Healey against Hugh M. Bland and Michael Slattery, of being accessories to the murder of constable William Raymond, near Bargo Brush, on the 11th of April last, was resumed before the Water Police Magistrate, Mr Cloete, in the debtors’ prison at Darlinghurst Gaol, yesterday afternoon.

The inquiry into the case against these two prisoners was commenced at the same place on Monday last, and the evidence taken on that occasion was reported in our issue of yesterday. The remainder of the evidence was taken yesterday and both prisoners were committed for trial. The evidence given was as follows:-

John Frederick Webster, alias Timothy Fuller, a prisoner under sentence, was called and said I was one of the eleven prisoners removed from Berrima gaol to Darlinghurst gaol, under charge of senior sergeant Healey, on the 14th April last , the names of the other prisoners were, James Crookwell, Thomas Berriman, William Lee, Peter Hindmarsh, John Owen, Henry Weaver, John Foster, Michael Slattery, James Smith, and Hugh Montgomery Bland ; I was an assistant warder in Berrima gaol, and on the 14th I was called out of the yard and ironed in the presence of the gaoler, thence I was taken back to my cell, and after breakfast brought out and searched , the other prisoners were then ironed and on the chain , I was also handcuffed to the chain , we were marched out and placed in Cobb’s coach ; there were three policemen beside the sergeant in charge of us, and another young man accompanied us, after going a few miles the coach stopped, and the young man took the fourth horse back to Berrima ; we then went on to Rush’s, and thence, after changing horses, to Bargo, where we again changed horses, we were there ordered out of the coach, and marched into a little yard to get our dinner ; while we were at dinner (which was brought to us by the police), I observed Crookwell, Owen, Berriman, and Smith, with two handcuff keys, and they were trying their handcuffs. Berriman produced one of the keys I don’t know who brought the other. I heard Crookwell and Owen say they could undo their handcuffs. Smith said they were going to rush the police, to choke them, and take their arms from them, and then to make their escape, both he and Crookwell asked me if I would take part in the rush ; I said ” no, I have only twenty months to do, but if I had twenty years to do I would not join you ” ; Smith then called me ” bl–dy dog ” and coward, and threatened to rip me open if I spoke one word, at this time he had a double bladed clasp knife in his hand cutting some bread and meat, I told him I would not have anything to do with it, and I never spoke one word afterwards ; Crookwell afterwards said, addressing Forster, Slattery, and Weaver, ” how is it going to be? ” they said they would be willing the first chance they got after they were in the coach again ; Crookwell, addressing Slattery, asked, ” Is Bland going to be in it ?” Slattery replied that it was no use to ask him, as he had only six weeks to serve, and therefore it was not likely he would join them ; I heard Lee ask Bland if he would be one to rush the police and take their arms from them, and he replied, ” No, he would not on any consideration,” and he should be a free man in six weeks’ time. Crookwell then asked Berriman and Owen, if they knew which of the police they were to assist in taking the arms from, and Owen said, ” I know the man I have to choke. ” Berriman said “You choke him and I’ll take his revolver, and Slattery added, ” I’ll take his rifle. The whole of the prisoners heard what was going on ; Foster said he would make one to pull the Sergeant in off the box of the coach. Lee said, “I will make another” Smith said he would choke the man sitting on the front seat of the coach and take his arms from him ; Hindmarsh said he would assist Crookwell all he could ; Weaver said he would assist in holding the Sergeant down in the coach ; we were about three quarters of an hour in the yard, the sergeant and one of the the police were about eight yards from us in a little shed ; another constable was behind us, the other side of a water hole, and the fourth in front of us near the fence, between four and five yards from us ; I heard Crookwell, Slattery, and Smith, ask the sergeant if he would be kind enough to allow them to take their coats off and he consenting they were taken off ; after this we got into the coach and started on our journey ; we were sitting in the coach the same as before, with the exception of Lee and Foster, who exchanged seats ; we proceeded for about three or four miles on the road, when on turning my head round I saw Crookwell and Owen ; Crookwell was pointing to the near side of the coach, and calling constable Kilpatrick’s attention to something while Owen was taking his handcuffs off with a handcuff key ; I then saw Owen try Crookwell’s handcuffs ; I turned my eye towards the front of the coach and felt the chain to which we were ironed fall quite slack ; I saw John Owen standing up in the coach ; all of a sudden he whipped his arms around the neck of the constable who was afterwards shot, and sang out ” Now then, Tommy and Jimmy ;” Berriman instantly made a snatch at the constable’s revolver, and I tried to stop him ; I struck him and tried to keep his hands off ; Slattery, who was sitting in front of the constable who was afterwards shot caught hold of him to pull him towards him, and tried to get hold of his rifle, but the constable held his rifle at arms length outside the coach, and Slattery could not got hold of it ; at this time I had hold of Berriman with my right hand, and received a blow under the ear – I don’t know who struck me – I was knocked down in the body of the coach ; the policeman got away from Berriman, Owen, and Slattery, and got out of the coach ; when he got on the ground he held his rifle, pointing it towards Crookwell, and said if they did not surrender he would fire at them ; the sergeant stood alongside of him some few feet apart ; the constable was nearer the hinder part of the coach and somewhat behind the sergeant ; I turned my head and saw Crookwell and Hindmarsh struggling with a constable who sat on the hinder part of the coach ; Crookwell had hold of the constable’s revolver, trying to pull it out of his hand ; Hindmarsh had hold of one of the constables legs ; I heard Lee and Smith sing out, ” Shoot the —– sergeant first ; I recognised their voices ; I looked round and saw the sergeant with a rifle in his hand, and he was pointing it towards Crookwell ; he ordered the men to surrender, or he would shoot them ; Hindmarsh, whose chain I had hold of, struck me on the head, and threatened to kill me ; I then let go his chain ; Crookwell, having got possession of the constable’s pistol, pointed it at the sergeant, and said, ” You b—– b——, I’ll shoot you ;” I saw Crookwell fire a shot in the direction of the sergeant, and I saw the policeman who had got out of the coach fall the moment the shot was fired. The sergeant snapped his carbine at Crookwell, and then he ( the sergeant ) rushed upon the side of the oath, but I, being crushed down by the prisoners, did not to what he did ; when I got up, I saw too sergeant away from the coach, and I heard him shout out, ” Stand, or I’ll fire ; ” at this time Owen was running away towards the Bargo River ; the sergeant fired, and Owen fell, saying he was shot ; I heard some other shots fired — one, I believe, inside the coach on the off side ; before Crookwell fired the shot, Smith, Slattery, and Weaver had hold of one of the police, and were trying to get his arms from him ; they were also trying to throw him over the side of the coach ; he sung out to them to let go, or he would shoot some of them ; one shot was fired, and I saw Bland fall, before he was shot he was sitting in the front of the coach, on the off side ; before he was shot, he said ” oh my God, sergeant, don’t shoot me ;” Bland was not interfering in any way in this matter ; shortly after Bland was that I heard the sergeant sing out ” surrender, ” I will shoot you ; when the sergeant caught Owen, be brought him back and put him into the coach, when Slattery, Smith, and Weavers were struggling with the constable I heard Slattery say ” I’ll bite your bl–dy nose off ;” just before Owen was put back into the coach, and immediately after Slattery had threatened to bite the constable’s nose off, a shot was fired which wounded Slattery ; Slattery sung out ” I am shot ;” sergeant Healey said ” then will you surrender ;” Slattery replied ” yes.” Crookwell said it was no use trying any more, it was better to surrender – he had done his best ; Smith said ” we may as well try again, they can do nothing but hang us. ”

Bland said, ” My God, men, keep quiet, ” and immediately he fell back in a faint ; I heard Smith and Lee sing out during the affray to shoot the sergeant ; I wish to mention that at the first commencement of the row Foster, Weaver, and Lee made a snatch at the sergeant, and tore his coat, but he just pod oil and ran round to the near side of the coach ; I held up my hand to him, and said, ” Sergeant, for God’s sake, don t shoot me, for I have nothing to do with it ; ” it was then that I received a blow on my head ; after the row I saw a clergyman and an elderly gentleman come and assist to put the body of the dead constable into the boot of the coach ; when we proceeded on our journey the sergeant and the two constables walked by the side of the coach ; when we were on our way Smith, Lee, and Weaver said, ” The sergeant shot the constable himself ;” shortly afterwards we were met by a sergeant and policemen from Picton, who joined our escort ; Bland was calling for water, and one of the constables brought some in my hat ; after being met by the other sergeant and constable, Lee and Smith called to them to bring some water for Bland, and the sergeant who came from Picton said, ” As soon as I can get water he shall have some. ” Smith said, ” I know you, you b—dy dog, if I could get hold of you I would give you water ;” Smith had one leg out of the coach, and he made a snatch at the sergeants revolver, and the sergeant jumped back ; the sergeant told him if he did not stop in the coach he would shoot him ; he came up again and Smith made a second attempt to got hold of the revolver, and immediately upon the attempt being made the sergeant fired and shot him in the arm ; at the same time Lee tried to get out of the coach on the other side, and the constable who came from Picton, cocked his gun, and told him to sit down ; Lee said he could not sit down, but he said, if he could got held of that gun he would make him sit down ; after getting to Picton and being placed in the lock-up, Owen, Berriman, Lee and Smith, wanted to choke me, saying that I would be an informer, but Hindmarsh, Weaver and Foster said they would not have time as the police would on top of them, and it would only make matters worse.

By the Water Police Magistrate ; It was after the policeman was shot that Bland was shot ; I could see Bland all the time the row was going on ; he remained sitting until a little before he was shot.

By the prisoner Bland ; I should think it was between two and three minutes after the constable was shot before you were shot. I did not hear you make use of an expression to the police, except this, ” For Gods sake, sergeant, don’t shoot me. ” I can swear you did not say ” Shoot the —- sergeant ;” you were shot after the struggle occurred between Kilpatrick, Lee, and Slattery ; it was impossible for Kilpatrick to see you while the struggle was going on.

By the prisoner Slattery ; I have travelled that road with a dray, and also under escort before ; I made my escape from the police on that road, and after being out of the way for three years I was arrested on another charge and sentenced to seven years hard labour on the roads.

The Water Police Magistrate cautioned the prisoners in the usual way as to anything that they might say, but both declined to say anything. Mr Cloete said he had not the slightest hesitation in regard to Slattery, but with reference to Bland, the only evidence against him was that by constable Kilpatrick, who stated that he heard this prisoner say ” Shoot the sergeant. ” Under all the circumstances, he was of opinion that the constable had made a mistake ; but that was a matter entirely for a jury. He should, therefore, commit both prisoners for trial Both prisoners were then committed for trial at the next sitting of the Central Criminal Court, and the proceedings terminated.





4 November 2017
This poor bugger was exhumed to prove he was shot by the criminal and not by an offsider.
It may be remembered by most of our readers that Crookwell, and Slattery in particular, when sentence of death was being passed upon them, and four others, stoutly denied that a revolver bullet killed Raymond, but that it was a ball from senior-sergeant Healey’s rifle that killed him.
This was a point of material importance as regarded the death of Raymond, because several witnesses for the Crown swore he was shot by Crookwell with a revolver, while the prisoners in concert avowed that he was killed by Henley’s rifle.
Yesterday forenoon Dr. Aaron, and Dr. Scouler, of Picton, who first examined the body, were commissioned by the Attorney-General to exhume the body from the grave in the Newtown Cemetery, to examine the ball, and to give a written report whether that ball belonged to a rifle or to a revolver.
Drs. Scouler, and Aaron, accompanied by an inspector of police, and Mr. Fosberry, chief clerk to the Inspector-General, had the body taken up, and the examination conducted with much care.
They first examined the skull, but before any opening was effected, Dr. Scouler was permitted to again place his finger in the wound, at the end of which the bullet was expected to be lodged.
The fleshy integuments were found to be severed, and decomposed; but Dr. Scouler pulled out a large piece of flattened lead, altered from its assumed original shape by coming in contact with a bone of the skull near the right temple.
From the external wound nothing could be gathered, and it was therefore decided to open the skull. Beside the first piece of lead two other smaller pieces were now discovered, and the doctors had to resort to medical scales and weights to decide as to the size of the bullet.
They found that, judging from its weight, the bullet had been fired from a revolver; that a portion of the lead had a groove mark upon it; and that the barrel of the carbine used by senior-sergeant Healey had no groove, but that the revolver taken from constable Kilpatrick, and used by Crookwell, was grooved.
The lead taken from Raymond’s skull was weighed to half a grain in very nice scales, sealed up in an envelope, and handed to the Crown Solicitor.
So far as the medical testimony is concerned, it is against the prisoners and in favour of the police.


A transcript of his Death Certificate:



REF NO -1866/6230


DATE OF DEATH:-  14/4/1866




AGE:-  28















DATE OF BURIAL:-   16 Apr 1866





Presumed to have come out to Australia about 1850 with his mother, Harriet, who had married John Miller in London in 1850. He would then have been about 9 or 10 years old. However, no shipping record found. Date of arrival consistent with stated time in colony of NSW in death registration.


And a newspaper item that I don’t think you have that includes a notice from probably his mother. His step father, John Miller, was a Merchant Seaman and probably had died by then. But we’ve never found a record of his death. I assume that’s why he isn’t mentioned in the death notice. His natural father, also William Raymond, died in London a couple of months after he ( son ) was born and his mother then married John Miller in London in 1850. So until he was about 12 he grew up in London with a single mum. Must have been hard on them both.


Sydney Mail 21 Apr 1866


MILLER – April 14th, on the Southern Rd, near Picton, from a gunshot wound inflicted by a prisoner while under escort, William Raymond, aged 28 years, a constable of the New South Wales Police Force, and the beloved son of Mrs Miller, of Brisbane-street, Glebe, beloved and regretted by a large circle of friends.

RAYMOND – April 14th, on the Southern Rd, near Picton, from a gun-shot wound inflicted by a prisoner while under escort, William Raymond, aged 28 years, a constable of the New South Wales Police Force, a native of Bishopsgate, London, England. London papers please copy.


THE LATE CONSTABLE RAYMOND’S FUNERAL. —The remains of the late constable Raymond, who was shot by a prisoner at Bargo Brush on Saturday, were removed from the police depot, Sydney, to their last resting place, Newtown Cemetery, on Monday afternoon.
The relatives of deceased followed the hearse in mourning coaches, and coaches were also provided for intimate friends of the deceased’s parents.
About one hundred policemen, in full dress uniform, formed the procession, and the cortege moved slowly on to the place of interment.
The Rev. Thomas Smith, of St Barnabas’, officiated, and delivered an oration, over the grave of deceased.
The procession then returned to the police depot and separated.

13800 BN13845 Raymond William 14 Apr 1866 28 6230/1866



New South Wales Police Force

Regd. # ????

Rank:  Sub Inspector

Stations?, Albury, Wagga Wagga, Deniliquin, Wagga Wagga

ServiceFrom  ? ? ?  to  15 September 1866 = ? years of Service

Awards:  No find on It’s An Honour

Born? ? ?

Died on:  Saturday  15 September 1866

Causeaffection of the throat stemming from exposure

Age27 years, 10 mths

Funeral date:  Monday 17 September or Saturday  22 September 1866

Funeral location:  Wagga Wagga

Buried at:  Buried at Wagga Wagga Monumental Cemetery

Reg. # M-05744  Loc:  Ang – R – 4 – 0001

[alert_yellow]JOHN is NOT mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance[/alert_yellow]  *NEED MORE INFO


Grave location:


The Sydney Morning Herald                                                    Wednesday  19 September 1866                                page 1 of 8


On the 15th instant, at Wagga Wagga, JOHN MORROW, Esq., Sub-inspector in the New South Wales Police Force, and formerly a Lieutenant in the Royal Longford Rifles.



The Sydney Morning Herald                                              Friday  21 September 1866                               page 5 of 8

DEATH OF Sub INSPECTOR MORROW, – I have the painful duty of recording the death of Mr sub-inspector Morrow at Wagga Wagga, on Saturday last. I fear he may be regarded as another of the victims to the heavy and severe expenditure kept up when the bushranger Morgan was infesting the neighbourhood. A disease of the throat was, doubtless, accelerated and rendered more severe by the exposure thus occasioned, and after trying change of air, after consultation with eminent physicians in this colony and New Zealand, after all that attention and care could do, he sank under its fatal influence.

The Government has lost a conscientious officer, whose efficiency was impaired only by his inability, and the district will lose one to whom may be applied the highest eulogium – a Christian gentleman.

I am not aware of Mr Morrow’s exact age ; he could scarcely have reached what is generally called the prime of life, and was unmarried.



Wagga Wagga Express & Murrumbidgee District Advertiser ( NSW )      Saturday  22 September 1866         page 2 of 4

DIED ………..

At Waterview, Wagga Wagga, the residence of F.A. Tompson, on Saturday, the 15th instant, after a protracted and distressing illness, induced by exposure in the prosecution and discharge of his public duty, JOHN MORROW, Esq., Sub Inspector of Police for the district of Wagga Wagga, second son of Hugh Morrow, Esq., of Charlton Lodge, Auckland, New Zealand ( formerly of Coraboola House, County Longford, Ireland ) aged 27 years and 10 months.

He bore his long suffering with the most touching and enduring patience and gentleness and passed away in the fullness of faith and hope.

He died deeply loved and lamented by many, and esteemed by all who knew him.




Wagga Wagga Express & Murrumbidgee District Advertiser ( NSW )      Saturday  22 September 1866         page 2 of 4

Town Talk .- The sythe of the King of Terrors has been busy around us during the last few days, no less than three residents, if not of the town, at least of its immediate vicinity, having, in startling succession, been gathered from our midst. Sombre clothing has met the eye at every turn, blinds have been drawn, shutters have been closed, and long funerals have wound through the streets, creeping slowly on their way to the home of the dead. No wonder then that the town has been gloomy and sad. The death of Sub-Inspector Morrow could not be called sudden, and though the news came, as it ever does, at last with a shock, it was still only what people had long been prepared for, and could not occasion any feeling of surprise. But in the other two cases it was very different.

Even the families of those that are gone were quite   unprepared for the calamities that have visited them, and to others the first tidings that have reached them have been, not of sickness, but of-death. And now in speaking on these topics, we cannot do better than call the attention of our townsmen to the disgraceful state of the cemetery. In the old country the village churchyard is a hallowed spot, invariably kept in the neatest and nicest order, but here we loosly pale in a plot of ground, with a rotten fence, and then leave it to be over run with weeds, or turned into a feeding ground for stray stock. We noticed one day last week a horse grazing there, and trampling at pleasure over the graves. But the presence of an occasional horse, though by no means a creditable circumstance to those whose duty it should be to preserve   the ground from desecration, is but a trifling evil in comparison with the slovenly and illkept appearance of the ground in the whole, and the graves in particular. The fence is delapidated, and the whole place is choked with weeds and coarse grasses. No paths have been formed, and at every funeral the bearers and mourners are compelled to stumble and trample over the graves of those who have been buried before. In some eases these have been trodden down level with the surrounding soil, and in others their appearance is absolutely repulsive from the sinking of the earth as the coffins below have decayed. Several instances may be observed where the soil is cracking and falling in wards from this cause, and in many more it has so sunk down that the site of a grave is often marked by a regular hollow, in which, the water collects in pools after every storm. The cemetery in its present condition is a scandal and disgrace to the town, and immediate steps ought to be taken to place it in something approaching to a decent state. The expense of rooting out the weeds, grubbing up the bushes, placing the fence in good repair, and laying out a few paths, could not amount to very much, and funds would, we believe, be readily subscribed if the slightest effort was made to collect them.





Wagga Wagga Express & Murrumbidgee District Advertiser ( NSW )      Saturday  22 September 1866         page 2 of 4

DEATH OF SUB-INSPECTOR MORROW.   IT is with deep regret we have to announce that, on Saturday last, this indefatigable officer of police breathed his last. Mr. Morrow‘s illness has been of long duration, and was, no doubt, in a great manner, induced by continued campings and exposure in the bush when in pursuit of the ruffian Morgan. Constant wettings and exposure at length brought on an affection of the throat, which so far deprived him of his voice that he was unable to carry on any conversation in higher tones than an ordinary whisper.

After leaving Wagga Wagga, he was for a time stationed at Deniliquin, but some seven or eight months ago he obtained leave of absence, and proceeded to New Zealand on a visit to his relatives, for the benefit of his health. He there received the best medical attendance the colony could afford, and his health so improved that he confidently looked forward to its complete restoration, and to the recovery of his voice, and he, therefore, in May last, returned to his official duties in Wagga Wagga.

The climate here, however, did not seem to suit his constitution, and his health again began to fail. He at first regularly attended to his police duties, but these were, after a time, occasionally interrupted by attacks of illness, which gradually increased in frequency and intensity, until at length he became altogether laid up.

For the last month he has been confined to the house, never seeing anyone but a few personal friends, and at length, on Saturday morning last, the spirit left him.

The deceased gentleman was twenty-seven years of age, and was the second son of Hugh Morrow, Esq., of Charlton Lodge, Auckland, New Zealand, and formerly of Coraboola House, County Longford, Ireland.

The funeral took place on Monday last. Every place of business was either wholly or partially closed, and the procession of those who were anxious to show their respect for the memory of the deceased gentleman, by following his remains to their silent home, was one of the largest ever witnessed in Wagga Wagga.





Empire ( Sydney )                                                         Monday  24 September 1866                            page 5 of 8

Our readers will be sorry to hear that Police Inspector Morrow died last-Saturday, at Wagga Wagga, from some affection of the throat. The deceased gentleman was formerly stationed at Albury, where his many good qualities won for him the esteem of a large circle of friends. Inspector Morrow was one of the pluckiest and most efficient officers of the force, and in his indefatigable exertions to capture bushrangers, he met with many hair-breadth escapes.

In fact his death may be attributed to his zeal in the performance of duty; for whilst scouring the country in search of Morgan, Inspector Morrow contracted the disorder which has ever since made him an invalid, and has ultimately caused his death. Camping out in the winter time without covering, for many successive nights, and undergoing all sorts of other privations in the bush, has ruined many an iron constitution; and a man must be something more than human to be able to stand it with impunity.

And so Inspector Morrow has passed away from us, and indirectly we can scarcely help regarding him as one of Morgan’s victims. – Border Post.




The Sydney Morning Herald                                             Wednesday  26 September 1866                             page 5 of 8


initial story is the same as those above but ends:……..

-To the foregoing, we append the sympathetic tribute of a warm personal friend of the deceased. The writer says :-” Mr. Morrow died deeply loved and lamented by many, and esteemed by all who knew him.

He was out with young Mr. McLerie. They both contracted disease from exposure in the wet season of 1861. Poor McLerie was at once carried off by acute inflammation of the lungs, but Mr. Morrow‘s affliction assumed the character of follicular laryngitis, by which he lost his voice and suffered otherwise from its effects on the bronchial tubes.

The poor fellow expended nearly all his means in surgical expenses, but the disease was never checked, and after two years of great suffering he rendered up his life, having been literally starved to death by inability to swallow food.

He bore his long suffering with the most touching and enduring patience, and gentleness, and passed away in the fulness of faith and hope.”



[blockquote]…….Poor McLerie was at once carried off by acute inflammation of the lungs…..

Who was Mr McLerie who died between 1861 – 1866 ???


Could it have been Supt. John Aitcheson McLerie? [/blockquote]


Thomas CANTY

Thomas CANTY

New South Wales Police Force

Regd. #

Rank:  Constable

Stations?, ( Berrima Police Force & stationed at Nattai

ServiceFrom ? ? ?  to  25 June 1866 = around 5 years Service


Born: ? ? ?, Glowenties, Shanagold in Limerick, Ireland

Event date: Monday  25 June 1866

Event location:  New Sheffield (Mittagong)

Died on:  Wednesday  27 June 1866

Cause:  Fall

Age: 49

Funeral date: Friday  29 June 1866

Funeral location:

Buried atBerrima cemetery, Olbury Rd, Berrima

Catholic Section, Row 6, Plot 14

Memorial location:


[alert_red]THOMAS is NOT mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance[/alert_red]   * BUT SHOULD BE

Constable Canty died following a fall down a railway cutting at New Sheffield at night, as he made his way home to Berrima. He had earlier been to Bowral to warn a witness for court. He suffered severe spinal injuries in the fall and lay injured at the base of the cutting until morning. New Sheffield is now Mittagong.

The incident was reported in some detail by the Empire dated Saturday 30 June 1866.


FATAL ACCIDENT AT NEW SHEFFIELD.  ”An accident of a fatal character, resulting in the death of Constable Canty, of the Berrima police, occurred on Monday last. The deceased ( who was stationed at New Sheffield ) had been to Bowral to warn a witness to attend before the Berrima bench of magistrates on the following day to give his evidence in a case which was there to be brought before them and was on his return home when he fell down a cutting of the Great Southern Railway on the Mittagong side of the Gib tunnel.

The night was pitch dark and miserably wet, and it is supposed that the foot of the deceased must have slipped over some of the clay soil, which abounds in the neighbourhood. The cutting was about sixty feet deep, and the unfortunate man lay in a pool at the bottom for several hours, until some workmen were on the following morning attracted to the spot by the howling of the deceased’s dog. Having ascertained that somebody was lying below, the men took prompt measures to effect his release, and afterwards conveyed him to his home.

A messenger was immediately despatched to Berrima for medical aid, and no time was lost by Dr. Williamson in repairing to the scene of the sad and melancholy disaster.

Notwithstanding, however, that every effort was made which medical skill could suggest, the unfortunate man breathed his last at a late hour on Wednesday night. On Thursday a magisterial inquiry was held before G. H.Rowley, Esq., P.M., and a post mortem examination was made by Dr. Williamson, who found that the immediate cause of death was a spinal injury, which had doubtless been received by Canty in his fall.

The deceased had been in the police force of this colony up-wards of five years, and was always held in good repute as an efficient officer. A lasting testimony to the esteem in which he was held by residents in the district was afforded by the large and respectable assemblage which followed his remains to their resting place in Berrima cemetery on Friday last.  A wife and a large family are left to lament their loss.



At the time of his death the constable had apparently been a member of the police force for about five years and was stationed at Berrima.



The Maitland Mercury & Hunter River General Advertiser     Tuesday  3 July 1866    p 4

Constable Canty, of the Berrima police, was recently out on duty, and in the darkness of the night fell down a cutting of the Great Southern Railway, sixty feet deep. The next morning some people were attracted to the spot by the howling of his dog and be was removed ; but on the following day he died from the spinal injury he had suffered.





The Sydney Morning Herald      Wednesday  24 January 1866     p 7


…………  Thomas Canty, being duly sworn, deposed:  I am a constable attached to the Berrima police force, and am stationed at Nattai  ‘ about 1 o’clock on Sunday morning last, John Forward knocked at my door ………..









New South Wales Police Force

Regd. #  ?

Rank:  Constable


ServiceFrom  15 June 1863  to  9 April 1866 = 2+ years Service

Awards  ?

Born? ? 1841

Died on: 9 April 1866

Cause:  Shot – Murdered

Event locationNerrigundah

Age:  25

Funeral date  ?

Funeral location  ?

Buried at  ?

Touch plate at the National Police Wall of Remembrance, Canberra
Touch plate at the National Police Wall of Remembrance, Canberra

[alert_green]MILES IS mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance[/alert_green]

Miles O'GRADY 1 - NSWPOL - Murdered 9 Apr 1866

Miles O'GRADY 2 - NSWPOL - Murdered 9 Apr 1866

Miles O'GRADY 3 - NSWPOL - Murdered 9 Apr 1866

Miles O'GRADY 4 - NSWPOL - Murdered 9 Apr 1866

On the morning of 9 April, 1866 Thomas Clarke and his gang of bushrangers appeared at Deep Creek near the Gulph Goldfields and spent the day robbing passing travellers. At nearby Nerrigundah, 19 km west of Bodalla, Constable Patrick Smythe was performing his duties alone. Sergeant Nelson Hitch was absent at Braidwood Court and Constable O’Grady was in bed seriously ill with ‘colonial fever‘ (probably cholera). When Clarke learned of the police situation at Nerrigundah he led his gang into the township. Upon their arrival they held up Wallis’ Hotel and Pollock’s Store. Mrs Pollock (wife of the local gold buyer), however, threw the keys to the safe into the street and the gang spent considerable time searching for them in the darkness.

News of the events reached Constables Smythe and O’Grady at the police barracks and, against the wishes of his colleague, Miles O’Grady arose from his sick bed and dressed in his uniform. The two constables then set out to engage the bushrangers although O’Grady was very ill, and was having difficulty walking. As they approached Wallis’ Hotel, the police spotted the bushrangers and O’Grady fired, killing bushranger William Fletcher. In the ensuing gun battle O’Grady was shot in the side and as both police fell back, the gang ran to their horses and escaped. O’Grady was carried to the police barracks where he died a few hours later in great pain.

The Mercury newspaper dated 16 April, 1866 announced the constable’s unfortunate death from the wounds received, informing its readers that “Additional news respecting Clarke’s gang states that they burned down a settler’s homestead near Moruya and robbed Pollock’s station [store?]of £800, and several others of smaller amounts! Constable O’Grady has died of the wounds he received. The ringleader has been identified as Tommy Clarke. The Government is now taking steps to outlaw all connected.”

The constable was born in 1841 and joined the New South Wales Police Force on 15 June, 1863. At the time of his death he was stationed at Nerrigundah.



The Kiama Independent & Shoalhaven Advertiser ( NSW )    Thursday  29 November 1866  p 3 of 4

The Bushranger Thomas CONNELL. – This prisoner, who was arrested by sergeant Byrne on Wednesday last, was charged at the Braidwood police court on Monday with the murder of constable O’Grady, at Nerrigundah, on the 9th of April last, and remanded to Moruya, there to be dealt with. Yesterday morning he was forwarded under escort of the police to Nelligen, en route to Moruya. – Braidwood Dispatch.




At 1pm on 9 April,2016, a commemorative service and presentation will be held at the re furbished monument at Nerrigundah to commemorate the 150th anniversary of the murder of our brother, Miles O’GRADY, by members of the Clarke gang bushrangers. There will also be a presentation by the Moruya and districts historical society at 2pm. There will be a detachment from the mounted police as well as a flag party.

If interested the contact for this is A/Supt Greg Flood at Far South Coast LAC on 02 44789910.



Bushranger shootout in Nerrigundah commemorated with NSW Police flag ceremony



Well before anyone had heard of Ned Kelly, a gang of bushrangers robbed and murdered across an area from present day Canberra to the south-east coast of NSW.

The Clarke Gang have been dubbed “the bloodiest bushrangers”. They shot and wounded some of their victims, and killed others, and they’re suspected of killing all four of a police special squad sent from Sydney to track them down.

On April 9 1866 they killed Constable Miles O’Grady in a shootout in the then thriving mining town of Nerrigundah, which is now a quiet, isolated settlement of about 30 people, connected to the world by a public telephone.

Very little is left now of the many hotels, shops, houses and shacks that supported thousands of miners who came to the town during its 1860s gold rush, but a stone memorial to the murdered policeman stands proud.

The community and around 200 visitors gathered at that memorial on the 150th anniversary of the shootout to attend a NSW Police flag ceremony to honour Constable O’Grady.

The author of a book about the gang, Peter Smith, said that if bushrangers were measured by how violent they were, and how many people they murdered, then the Clarke Gang were at the top of the scale.

“They were a lawless lot that started off taking horses out of paddocks and returning the horses and claiming the rewards,” said Mr Smith.

“They drifted further into crime, then highway robbery, then full-scale bushranging.”

Thomas and John Clarke after their capture a year after murdering Constable Miles O'Grady in Nerrigundah. Prior to their capture they are alleged to have killed four special police sent from Sydney to track them down. They were hanged after a one-day trial. (Supplied: Peter Smith)
Thomas and John Clarke after their capture a year after murdering Constable Miles O’Grady in Nerrigundah. Prior to their capture they are alleged to have killed four special police sent from Sydney to track them down. They were hanged after a one-day trial. (Supplied: Peter Smith)

By the time they rode into Nerrigundah in April 1866 they had a fearsome reputation.

“They were an amalgamation of families that started in the area south of Braidwood,” Mr Smith said.

“The whole area south of Braidwood had a reputation for many years as a lawless area.”

The core of the gang comprised their leader Thomas Clarke and his brother John, together with their uncles, Pat and Tom Connell.

By 1865 Thomas Clarke had warrants issued for his arrest — for crimes that he denied.

He calculated that the police case was weak and he would avoid a conviction and so he surrendered at Braidwood. But the police by now regarded him as a notorious bushranger and were preparing cases that would see him imprisoned for a very long time.

Then when Clarke heard that he would be transferred to Goulburn Gaol and his trial heard there, he escaped from Braidwood Gaol.

“There was no return after that. He had to become a full-time bushranger,” Mr Smith said.

The gang came to Nerrigundah after travelling well south to the Bega races. Horse races were always an opportunity to steal another racehorse or perhaps someone’s winnings.

On their return north they held up the road leading into Nerrigundah, about five kilometres from town, robbing travellers as they came by. They shot and wounded one and beat up another.

Meanwhile, Constable O’Grady was severely ill in bed with what was then called colonial fever, his sergeant was away in Moruya, and the one remaining policeman was a newly arrived recruit, Constable Patrick Smythe.


Once they were outlawed … they could be shot by anybody. There was no reason to surrender.

Peter Smith, author of The Clarke Gang


“It’s difficult to know that they really intended to come into Nerrigundah in the first place,” Mr Smith said.

“When they found out that the place was basically unprotected, it’s probably when they thought they’d come into town.”

Leaving two of the gang to guard their captives, the gang rode into town. With them was a new member of the gang, William Fletcher. It was to be his only day as a bushranger.

They rode to one of the hotels and began taking captives and robbing them.

Mr Smith said the hotel was across the road from Pollocks Store where there was “probably 200 or 300 ounces of gold, which in present days would be worth a million dollars or more”.

Word got to O’Grady on his sick bed a little further down the road, and with Constable Smythe they made their way up the road to confront the bushrangers.

The publican of one of the other nearby hotels, Mrs Jones, tried to stop O’Grady as he was so ill he was staggering.

His response was, “I will do my duty.”

The two Constables confronted the gang outside the hotel. The bushranger William Fletcher was the first to be shot, and then Constable O’Grady was shot, and the gang fled the town.

“Once they’d murdered a police constable they were outlawed,” Mr Smith said.

“Once they were outlawed it meant that they had no rights. They could be shot by anybody. Basically they were already condemned to death. There was no reason to surrender. They were committed.”

The Clarke Gang would eventually be tracked down but not until after more robberies and more killings. Tommy Clarke and his brother John would get a one-day trial and then were hanged.

Ever since that day in Nerrigundah, Constable Miles O’Grady has been a police hero.

Speaking after the NSW Police flag ceremony, Detective Superintendent Kevin McNeil said, “The poignant moment in his death is when O’Grady is staggering and Mrs Jones says ‘Don’t go’ and he says ‘I will do my duty’. And from that point on he’s doing his duty for the people of New South Wales”.

“He knew what he was confronting. This Clarke Gang was very famous. He knew all about the Clarke Gang. Later on they killed four police at Jinden Station near Braidwood. That’s how violent they were.

“That was the moment, yet he still went out there because other people were at risk, to protect their life and property.”


NSW Police conduct a flag ceremony on the 150th anniversary of the shootout in which Constable Miles O'Grady was murdered at Nerrigundah. (ABC: Bill Brown)
NSW Police conduct a flag ceremony on the 150th anniversary of the shootout in which Constable Miles O’Grady was murdered at Nerrigundah. (ABC: Bill Brown)  April 2016












Late of Booligal, NSW

New South Wales Police Force

Regd. # ‘ P ‘ 467

For the purposes of this website ‘P’ = represents those Police joining Pre 1862 when NSWPF “Officially” commenced

Rank:  Constable – appointed 6 September 1861

Senior Constable – appointed 1862 ( Newly formed NSWPF )

Final Rank = Senior Constable

Stations: ?, Booligal Police Station – Death

Service: From 6 September 1861 to 22 February 1866 = 5 years Service

Awards: No find on It’s An Honour

Born: ? ? 1835 – 1836?

Died on: pre 22 February 1866

Age: 30

Cause: Exposure

Event location: Booligal ( Deniliquin ), NSW

Event date: between  Thursday 1 March – Saturday 10 March 1866 ( according to newspaper reports dated below )

Deceased body located on: 22 February 1866 ( according to NSW Police Gazette – Issue 10, page 86, Wed 7 Mar 1866 )

Funeral date: ? ? ?

Funeral location: ?

Wake location: ?

Funeral Parlour: ?

Buried at: Booligal Cemetery, 689 Lachlan Valley Hwy, Booligal

Unmarked grave

Memorial located at: new Deniliquin Police Station Wall of Remembrance – 2018



[alert_red] CHARLES is NOT mentioned on the Police Wall of Remembrance[/alert_red] * BUT SHOULD BE

[alert_pink] CHARLES IS mentioned on the new Deniliquin Police Station Memorial Wall – 2018[/alert_pink]






May they forever Rest In Peace



Constable Chapman was the officer in charge of Booligal Police Station, in the Deniliquin District.

In mid-February, 1866 he set out on horseback to visit several properties in his area to serve summonses and carry out other duties. A few days later a report was received that his riderless horse had been seen near Tooragama, about twenty miles from Booligal, so Constable Barry went in search of him.

Barry found the horse, without either saddle or bridle, and then he proceeded to call at every place where it had been Chapman’s intention to have called.

The unfortunate constable was never seen alive again.


On 6 March, 1866 the Maitland Mercury reported that “Our correspondent at Hay reports that Constable Chapman is missing. It appears that, being stationed at Booligal, he left that place on Thursday fortnight to serve a summons at a station about forty miles distant. His horse, without saddle or bridle, was subsequently found, as were his waistcoat hanging on the branch of a tree, probably put there by the unfortunate man as a guide to those who might be, and are now, searching for him. Our correspondent hints at foul play but the central office here has no suspicion of such, believing that, having lost his way, he has perhaps perished from thirst. Let us hope not.”

Then, a fortnight later the Sydney Morning Herald of 21 March, 1866 reported that “The remains of the unfortunate Constable Chapman, lost in the bush near Deniliquin, were found a few days since and buried at Booligal Cemetery.”

The New South Wales Police Gazette of 7 March, 1866 recorded that “Chapman Charles, Senior Constable (No. 467), lost in the bush; body found on February 22nd.”

The constable joined the police force on 6 September, 1861 and in 1862 he became a senior constable in the newly-formed New South Wales Police Force. At the time of his death he was aged 30 years and was stationed at Booligal. He was not long married when he passed away and his wife was expecting their first child. He is not listed in the official New South Wales Police Honour Roll.



New South Wales Police Gazette and Weekly Record of Crime (Sydney : 1860 – 1930), Wednesday 7 March 1866 (No.10), page 86



Chapman Charles, Senior Constable ( No. 467 ), lost in the bush; body found on February 22nd ( Thursday ).




Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 – 1933), Wednesday 28 March 1866, page 3



The Deniliquin Chronicle states that the remains of constable Chapman, who was lost in the bush lately, have been found by a man named Patrick Hardy and another, within three-quarters of a mile of where some men were making a dam. He was buried in the Booligal cemetery, and followed by a good many people to the grave.

His horse was found naked.

The body was as black as ink, and in an advanced state of putrefaction.

In his struggles he had torn his shirt, and forced his pants up to his knees, and by his tracks it was seen that he had been rolling round and round the tree under which he was found to avoid the sun.

He must have had a horrible death.

He is said to have been lying on his side, with a coat under his head for a pillow.

The spot was a dry creek, about twenty-five miles from Booligal, and seven from the Lachlan River.

It is understood that there were no mark of violence on deceased’s person, but that he had evidently perished from exhaustion, and had, after rambling about for some time in a circuitous direction, being overcome with fatigue and thirst, lain himself down to die, having, it is supposed, hung his waistcoat on a tree or bush near as a guide to his last resting-place.




Freeman’s Journal (Sydney, NSW : 1850 – 1932), Saturday 10 March 1866, page 151



Fatal Occurrence.—

The Pastoral Times reports a fatal occurrence in Riverina : — ” Constable Chapman, who is in charge of Booligal Station, went out on duty, and being longer away than his business required, has, it is feared, got lost.

He left the station on Thursday week, about four o’clock.

On the Saturday following his horse had been seen near Tooragama, about twenty miles from Booligal.

Constable Barry went in search of him, and picked up the horse, without either saddle or bridle, on Tuesday.

Fears are entertained that something serious has happened to Chapman. No trace has been obtained of him, although Barry called at every place where it was his ( Chapman‘s ) intention to have called. He must, therefore, have met with the mishap shortly after leaving the station ; and if he has been without assistance for so long a time, the worst may be anticipated.

The feelings of Mrs. Chapman, who has been but a short time married, and about to become a mother, may be easily imagined.

Our latest account states that Booligal had turned out in search, but nothing definite had been ascertained.

Our telegram reports that the remains of Chapman have been found.

The force has lost one of its best men.





Wagga Wagga Express and Murrumbidgee District Advertiser (NSW : 1858 – 1859; 1866; 1872 – 1874), Saturday 10 March 1866, page 2

CONSTABLE CHAPMAN. -The remains of poor Chapman have been found by a man named Patrick Hardy and another within three-quarters of a mile of where some men were making a dam, and within five miles of where he hung up his waistcoat.

He was buried in the Booligal cemetery, and followed by a good many people to the grave.

His horse was found naked. The body was black as ink and in an advanced state of putrefaction.

In his struggles he had torn his shirt and forced his pants up to his knees, and by his tracks it was seen that he had been rolling round and round the tree under which he was found, to avoid the sun. He must have had a horrible death. He is said to have been lying on his side, with a coat under his head for a pillow.

The spot was a dry creek, about twenty five miles from Booligal, and seven from the Lachlan river.

It is understood that there were no marks of violence on deceased’s person but that he had evidently perished from exhaustion, and had, after rambling about for some time in a circuitous direction, being overcome with fatigue and thirst, lain himself down to die – having it is supposed, hung his waistcoat on a tree or bush near, as a guide to his last resting-place.

It is to be regretted that he was not better acquainted with the bush. Had it been so his life would have been saved.

When search was made for Chapman, a human skull was picked up, no doubt part of the remains of some unfortunate. – Deniliquin Papers.



2/1/2019, Deniliquin Times.

Eight honoured on police memorial wall’ –

Seven former local police officers and a former police chaplain were honoured during a police reunion in Deniliquin.
They were the first to be added to the police memorial wall at the new Deniliquin police station.
Honoured were
Constable Charles Chapman (died 5/3/1866),
Senior Const J Morrison (19/1/1898),
Senior Const Thomas Smith (19/4/1910),
Superintendent Henry Grugeon (10/1/1911),
Sergeant George Thomas Whiteley (25/3/1931),
Detective Senior Const Risto Vic Baltoski (2/1/1989) and
Senior Const Jennifer Louise Edgerton (August 2015) and

Rev David Bond.



Constable Charles CHAPMAN does NOT appear on the on-line version of NSW State Archives – Register of Police.


BOOLIGAL POLICE STATION & COURT HOUSE in 2014 ( now private residence )

BOOLIGAL POLICE STATION & COURT HOUSE in 2014 ( now private residence )
BOOLIGAL POLICE STATION & COURT HOUSE in 2014 ( now private residence )