At the Police-office, on Tuesday, a man named Samuel Fletcher, holding a ticket-of-leave, was placed at the bar charged with robbery on the highway, between four and five o'clock on the evening of the 3rd instant, it appears that a person named Frederick Smith was returning home to Kangaroo Point from the bush on Monday evening last, and called at the Surveyor's tents, where he dismounted from his horse, and got a pint of tea. While partaking of it, the prisoner, who was found at the tents, went up to the prosecutor's horse, and after admiring him for some time, walked away; but shortly after returned, and made an effort to mount him on the off side, remarking, "This is my horse," to which the prosecutor replied, "If he is, I have paid for him." The latter then placed the pint pot on the ground, and was in the act of taking hold of the reins, when the prisoner stept forward, and thrusting his hand into his breast, drew out a pistol, cocked it deliberately, and presented it at him, while he laid hold of the bridle by the left hand, saying, "By the eternal Jesus, he would blow his brains out if the prosecutor did not let the horse go." Smith, fearing his life was in danger, made no further resistance, and proceeded in the direction of home, followed by the prisoner for about two hundred yards from the tent, when he was desired by the latter to stop, and immediately after a demand was made for his money. Smith replied that he had been in the bush all day, and it was not likely that he would carry any money. Whereupon he was desired to strip, but he excused himself by saying that he could be searched without that operation being resorted to, and that he had not got anything valuable about him. The prisoner then said, "Do you see that tree there," (pointing to one about three yards from the place), "I will leave your horse there some time in the night, and I will see if you are game to come for him." The prisoner then turned round and rode away. The prosecutor then hastened home, and gave information to Constable Murphy, who went to the tents, armed with a carbine and bayonet, and enquired of one of the Surveyor's men which way the horseman had gone. On its being pointed out to them, the constable, Smith, and a man named Thompson, went in that direction, and when they had reached about three hundred yards from the tents, they saw three horsemen on the road, one of whom was the prisoner. Smith immediately pointed out his horse to the constable, and running up to the prisoner, called upon him to stand, or he would blow his brains out.
As soon as the latter heard Smith's voice, he turned on his saddle, and pointing his pistol deliberately in the direction where the constable and Smith stood, fired it; the bullet passed close to Murphy's head, but fortunately did not injure anyone. The horse on which the prisoner was mounted not being accustomed to the noise of fire-arms, became restive, and eventually unseated his rider, who, before he could recover himself, was pulled from his horse and secured. He was then brought over to North Brisbane, and placed in the lock-up. The two persons in company with the prisoner were John Paine and Joseph Wright, who informed the constable that the prisoner had attempted to rob them, and was only prevented from doing so by the arrival of his party. On the same evening, the prisoner attempted to fire at Michael Slavin, while he was working on an allotment of ground in South Brisbane. The scoundrel first attempted to fire at a boy who was on the spot with Slavin and ran away, but as he could not succeed in overtaking him, as he got over a fence, he snapped a a pistol at him; he then followed Slavin towards the hut, when the latter, standing with the door half closed, enquired what he had done to provoke the prisoner to fire at him, when he replied "if it's fifty years time, I will take your life." The prisoner shortly after this apologised, and said that "he took Slavin for another man," and left the premises. The prisoner made no defence, and was fully committed to take his trial at the Criminal Sessions in Sydney, on the 2nd day of March next.
Moreton Bay Courier (Brisbane, Queensland, Australia), January 8, 1848.