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Blood on the Goldfields: The Katherine Cane Tragedy

09/05/2026 By Moya Sharp Leave a Comment

In March 1909, a shocking murder at Meekatharra stunned the people of the Murchison district and became one of the most widely discussed crimes on the Western Australian goldfields. The victim was Katherine Jane Cane, also known in the district as Caroline Jane Scott, a well-respected young woman who had been living apart from Donald Anderson Campbell Scott after an unhappy relationship that had lasted several years. Together they had two small children, one of them only a few weeks old.

Scott, a farmhand and post-hole sinker, had lived with Katherine for about two years, and she was commonly known around Meekatharra as “Mrs Scott.” About eight months before the tragedy, the couple had separated, and Katherine had gone to live with her sister and later at the home of Mrs Wansborough in Meekatharra.

Evidence later given at the inquest revealed that the relationship between the pair had become increasingly troubled. About ten days before the murder, Scott visited Katherine at Mrs Wansborough’s residence and angrily abused her. Katherine, evidently frightened, asked Mrs Wansborough to accompany her to the police station, apparently seeking protection from him. Scott pleaded with her not to go, telling her the police would arrest him the following day over something he had done at Sandstone.

Katherine reluctantly agreed not to report him, and Scott then asked whether she would live with him again once he was released from gaol. When she refused, explaining she was “tired of keeping him,” Scott protested, saying he did not know she had been supporting him. Katherine replied that it “went so near it there was no difference.”

Scott then asked her to kiss him, but she refused.

This was reportedly the last significant contact between the pair until the afternoon of Sunday, 14 March 1909, when Scott encountered Katherine while she was walking to the hospital with John Storey. Later that evening, Katherine returned to her small home after visiting her sister, from whom she had collected a fowl for supper. Shortly after six o’clock that night, neighbours heard terrifying screams coming from her home. Katherine suddenly burst out into the street, crying

“Murder! Murder!” Blood streamed from wounds in her chest as horrified residents rushed to help her.

Despite suffering dreadful injuries, Katherine managed to describe the attack. She said she had gone into the kitchen and was lighting a lamp with her back to the rear door when someone struck her from behind and stabbed her repeatedly. She screamed, and the attacker fled through the back door. Katherine then picked up the knife, placed her baby into a pram, and somehow made her way across to the hotel for assistance. Doctors later counted eleven knife wounds — ten to the chest and one to the knee. Father Corcoran was summoned urgently from Norseman by special motor car and attended Katherine during her final hours. She lingered for some time before dying the following morning in the hospital.

Filed Under: People, Places & Towns, Ripping Yarns & Tragic Tales Tagged With: Australian History, Cue, Goldfields History, Meekatharra, murder, Western Australia

Robbery Under Arms on the Coolgardie Road-

09/05/2026 By Moya Sharp Leave a Comment

 Robbery Under Arms
on the Coolgardie Road

Gold Escort Leaving Coolgardie

Gold Escort Leaving Coolgardie – Image SLWA

In the early days of the Goldfields, the escort used to leave Coolgardie every week with parcels of gold varying from £5000 to £50,000 in value. It was a common remark to hear passed by the diggers, who usually gathered to watch the gold being taken out of the banks and delivered into the company of the mounted troopers, that

“Someday an escort will be stuck up, and then the mettle of the police will be tried”.

They look very fine with their loaded carbines and revolvers; their nicely blackened riding boots, which were a standing reproach to the diggers, as no one thought to shine their boots, their pawing steeds, and themselves dressed in smart, well-fitting uniforms; but they will be tried one day and found to be wanting. We were always expecting to hear of the gold escort being stuck up, and, truth to tell, we were always a bit disappointed. Troopers with whom I have conversed have told me that there was a part of the road, where it led around the foot of granite rocks, which afforded plenty of shelter, and at which, if ever the escort would be stuck up this would be the spot.

When the troopers reached this spot, they always got their arms ready for a scrimmage. It was, however, through no lack of men, bold, daring, and unscrupulous enough to attempt such a crime, but rather for want of a means of escape with the booty in the event of it being obtained. It would have been necessary to obtain horses or camels to carry the gold away, and these could have easily been tracked by the natives through any part of the bush. Besides, there were no watering places outside the few that were along the main road.

So many gold escorts had come and gone without any attempt to molest them that everyone was lulled into a feeling of false security. Fancy then, the excitement that thrilled the people of Coolgardie when one Friday afternoon a horse and buggy was driven into town at a furious pace, the animal in a lather of sweat from hard-driving, and when the buggy stopped in front of the police station, and the occupants jumped out and ran into it, a large crowd soon gathered.

The news soon spread that two men, named John Mitchell and John Paull, who had been taking the money for the wages of the employees on the Burbanks mine out in a buggy, had been ‘bailed up’ by armed men. The money they were carrying amounted to £800, and it had been taken from them, and the robbers had got clean away. Shortly afterwards, Inspector McKenna, accompanied by two troopers and a black tracker, left the station yard armed to the teeth. They had not gotten far from town when they met the men who had been robbed. It transpired that the two men had come into the bank and received the money for the wages and were driving home in a buggy, each with a bag over their shoulder in which the money was placed. They were both eating grapes out of a bag and chatting away in a friendly manner, taking no notice of what was happening, when suddenly, three masked men jumped out from an ambush near the road. One of them grasped the horse’s head, and the others covered the two men with rifles and told them, if they valued their lives, not to stir. They then fired a few shots at the buggy to intimidate the occupants, smashing the spokes of the wheels.

Filed Under: People Tagged With: Australian History, Bushranger, Coolgardie, Goldfields History, police history, Western Australia

The Schoolmistress Who Vanished—The Strange Double Life of Margaret Bale

09/05/2026 By Moya Sharp Leave a Comment

The Disappearance of Margaret Bale In December 1909, Margaret Bale, a 25-year-old schoolteacher who had spent three years teaching at the Sisters of the Church school at Lamington Heights, Kalgoorlie (now a private House at 26 Ward Street, Lamington), left the goldfields intending to return to England. She travelled to Perth and stayed with friends […]

Filed Under: Church, People, Places & Towns, Ripping Yarns & Tragic Tales Tagged With: Australian History, Church, Goldfields History, School, Western Australia

Red Flannel Joe of Peak Hill

09/05/2026 By Moya Sharp 1 Comment

Western Mail – Perth – 28 February 1935, page 9 He is known as ‘Red Flannel Joe’ throughout the district. He is old and somewhat pompous and lives in a tin hut in what was once the main street of this little north-west town of Peak Hill. It’s almost deserted now, and Joe’s structure is […]

Filed Under: People, Places & Towns Tagged With: Australian History, Goldfields History, Peak Hill, Western Australia

The Last Ferment: Bill the Topman’s Final Descent

02/05/2026 By Moya Sharp Leave a Comment

The Sun Kalgoorlie 8 March 1903, page 10 Bill the Topman of Stringer’s Brewery By Pharisee. Bill Stiggins had been at Stringer’s brewery from the start, in fact, had helped to put the building up. “Saur the first load er muck took outer the cellar and sampled the first beer, “he said when the origin […]

Filed Under: People, Places & Towns, Ripping Yarns & Tragic Tales Tagged With: Australian History, Beer, Goldfields History, Kalgoorlie boulder, Western Australia

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