The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-02-01

ly after the report of the shot. In the
kitchen he found King lying on the floor
with the gun across his feet. With the
assistance of the postman he had him re-
moved outside Then they discovered that
King was dead. and the hue and cry was
raised, but MacCa.lum had got a good
start. He had bolted minus his boots,
and later in the evening he visited a
orofter's house and procured a pair. That
was the last that was seen of him.
1t was about o'clock on Tuesday Dec
20, when the tragedy occurred and for the
next sixty-four hours the wretched out
law was abroad In the hills of Strathspey,
skulking behind boulders hiding in caves,
shrouding himself among the mists with
out shelter. without friends Even his
dog, which at first followed him, had de-
serted him. Sixty men were at one time
engaged in the man hunt, Now and then
rumors would come in that he had been
seen, but they proved to be unfounded.
Not until Friday, Dec. o. did authentic
information of his wherea bouts come to
hand, and, as the fugitive was by this
time exhausted by his privations and ex-
ertions, and was known to be unarmed,
measures were taken to secure aim. As
dawn was breaking Deputy Chief Con-
stable Chisholm, Sergeant Frazer and Con-
stable Macbeth ran him to earth in the
piece of rising ground, which bears the
ominous name OF the Gallows Hill Mac
Callum, who bore traces of the hardship
which he had undergone, was brought to
Inverness and lodged in the castle. A
large crowd assembled on his arrival, and
watched the removal from the station to
the castle with much interest.
MacCallum had led most remarkable
career, and during the last ten years he
has been recognized as the most daring
and notorious poacher In the Highlands.
He was born at Loeb Ericht forty-four
years ago, but his boyhood was spent on
the Braes of Lochaber, where his father
was head game keeper. From his boy
hood MacCallum had a stormy life, fire.
uuent conflicts taking place between him
and the men under his fathers charge.
The end was that he was sent to the F'alk-
land Islands as shepherd, but he led a
wild life and seven years ago returned
and settled down to his aVOcation of
poacher in the wild mountains and wood
ed district known as Monadhlleth.
The clever, agile and daring poacher out
witted the closest espionage of keepers and
police for years. He knew every mile of
the wild district, and he was the terror of
the gamelxeepers around, and latterly they
permitted him to roam pretty much unmo-
Tested His only companion was his big
dog, and the few people who came in con-
tact with him regarded him as insane from
the Isolated and Wild mountainous life he
led.
There is no part in Scotland that affords
the poacher better opportunities for prose-
cutting his calling than the mountainous
districts north of the Grampians, stretch
ing from Banffshire on the east to Fort
William on the west MadCallum had
studied, too, where to get the best markets
for his SPOIL and many game dealers,
bith in England and Scotland, are familiar
with his NAME
CMacCaliums commanding figure was
well known to all the countryside Stand
ing five feet eleven inches high, broad
! shouldered, deep chested, with powerful
arms and legs, a bulldog type of neck, and
a. carriage such as Rob Roy might have
envied. he is true son of the mountains
if ever there was one. There Is nothing In
his features that suggests crime or vice
but the eyes are often fierce and full OF
fire. He walks with the slow measured
gait peculiar to the gamestalker, and
seems to suspect everybody with whom he
comes in contact.
AS he was never married, there is moi
much romance Of the softer kind to chron-
| icle about him, but the household of which
| he was the mainstay was a peculiar one
consisting of himself, an odd woman
known as BLACK May" and her daughter