Donald Morrison
Justiciar or outlaw - 1857 - 1894
Legend of Donald "Robin Hood" Morrison was born in 1858 in Lac-Megantic, in a family of Scottish settlers. Around 1876, he left in Western Canada and the United States, where he worked as a cowboy. In 1881 he is back in the Eastern Townships. In 1886, Morrison loses his family farm as a result of a financial dispute with MajorMalcolm McAulay, the region's strongman.
Donald Morrison began a personal crusade against scammers and new landowners. He then guilty of vandalism and arson. As there were no police in Lac-Mégantic,the municipality commits the US constable Lucius Jack Warren Donald, $ 2.50 per day, plus a premium of $ 25 for the arrest of Morrison. But it's killing Warren Morrison June 22, 1888.
Eyewitnesses (except one person), claim that Morrison fired in self defense. However, we must admit that Warren was only doing his duty policeman arresting the alleged perpetrator of crime.
Donald Morrison
Then the vigilante escapes arrest attempts for two years thanks to the solidarity of the farmers. About four hundred and fifty Sûreté Provinciale seeking, and a strong premium $ 3,000 is offered for his arrest.
Canada avidly reads newspapers covering the event eachday.
Public opinion is divided: most French newspapers and magazines consider Donald Morrison like a bandit, while almost every English-language newspapers describe him as an innocent, protected by his Scottish neighbors, a sort of modern Robin Hood. The Montreal Daily Star newspaper published two interviews with the journalist Peter Spanyard Morrison, which caused a sensation.
Meanwhile, general battered are conducted against him, and all the woods, ditches and even suspicious houses are searched from top to bottom. Dugas J. proclaims martial law in the district and forbidden to stay or to feed the off-the-law.
Some residents spent a few days in jail for violating this law or for stating their support for Morrison. For example, DK MacDonald, operator of the Canadian Pacific Railway, was posted on the door of the cabinet notes of Spring Hill station, Donald portrait with the words "goodman."
This is Easter Monday, 21 April 1889, the constable McMahon and Peter Morrison guide Leroyer hurt in the leg and captured when he visits his parents. It is considered in Sherbrooke and sentenced to 18 years hard labor.
In the prison of Montreal, Donald Morrison refuses food andmedicine.Following a petition of several hundred citizens, the Department of Justice Morrison sign his release and was released on June 19, 1894. He was taken to the Royal Victoria Hospital, where he died following a lung disease called then consumption.
Donald Morrison became a legendary figure in the Eastern Townships of Quebec. His story was told vividly in the Donald Morrison poem, the Canadian Outlaw, Oscar Dhu, known as Angus Mackay (written in 1892). Several other works have been devoted to the life of Morrison, among other novel Bernard Epps, The Outlaw ofMegantic.
Who one day has not heard of"Outlaw"LacMégantic,Donald Morrison, a young Scot, whose the colorful history and surprises made him a hero in the "Highlands" of Quebec.
This whole thing started around 1883. MurdochMorrison,Donald's father, poor and miserable colon struggling with ever increasing financial difficulties, one day had to give a mortgage on his land in order to meet its obligations.
Meanwhile, Donald wanting to help his father decided to leave for the West to find work as a producer of herds (that is, that he occupied the cowboy function, moving herds from place to place). Regularly, Donald was sending money to his father that he can make the payments on earth. But intractable, the creditor Murdoch Morrisson, advised him to immediately pay eight hundred dollars he owed, or failing to clear off the ground.
Murdoch then informed his son of the judicial proceedings against him. Donald took the first train and went home.
At the end of the trial, the cause and Morrisson lost their last leave the land. Donald, outraged that decision, lost all confidence in the justice and the Duquette family, who occupied the land since the departure of Morrison, began to experience several problems.
First, the barn was burned Duquette and then a bullet fired outside almost reach Ms. Duquette while she was in the kitchen adjust the hand of the clock.
In all these incidents, it is sure that Donald was the first to be suspected of being the author, an arrest warrant was issued against lui.Récalcitrant and ironic, Donald was ignoring this procedure, claiming they could never stop, until an American named Warren bailiff went to the Lac Mégantic with the idea of ending all the insolence of Morrisson.
One day, while Donald went to the village, Warren informed of the arrival of the "Outlaw", went to meet him. As the two men were face to face, Donald Warren motioned not to approach. Despite this warning as Warren would pounce on him, Donald drew with extraordinary rapidity, pulled ... the American fell to the ground dead!
Meanwhile, general battered are conducted against him, and all the woods, ditches and even suspicious houses are searched from top to bottom. Dugas J. proclaims martial law in the district and forbidden to stay or to feed the off-the-law.
Some residents spent a few days in jail for violating this law or for stating their support for Morrison. For example, DK MacDonald, operator of the Canadian Pacific Railway, was posted on the door of the cabinet notes of Spring Hill station, Donald portrait with the words "goodman."
This is Easter Monday, 21 April 1889, the constable McMahon and Peter Morrison guide Leroyer hurt in the leg and captured when he visits his parents. It is considered in Sherbrooke and sentenced to 18 years hard labor.
In the prison of Montreal, Donald Morrison refuses food andmedicine.Following a petition of several hundred citizens, the Department of Justice Morrison sign his release and was released on June 19, 1894. He was taken to the Royal Victoria Hospital, where he died following a lung disease called then consumption.
Donald Morrison became a legendary figure in the Eastern Townships of Quebec. His story was told vividly in the Donald Morrison poem, the Canadian Outlaw, Oscar Dhu, known as Angus Mackay (written in 1892). Several other works have been devoted to the life of Morrison, among other novel Bernard Epps, The Outlaw ofMegantic.
Who one day has not heard of"Outlaw"LacMégantic,Donald Morrison, a young Scot, whose the colorful history and surprises made him a hero in the "Highlands" of Quebec.
This whole thing started around 1883. MurdochMorrison,Donald's father, poor and miserable colon struggling with ever increasing financial difficulties, one day had to give a mortgage on his land in order to meet its obligations.
Meanwhile, Donald wanting to help his father decided to leave for the West to find work as a producer of herds (that is, that he occupied the cowboy function, moving herds from place to place). Regularly, Donald was sending money to his father that he can make the payments on earth. But intractable, the creditor Murdoch Morrisson, advised him to immediately pay eight hundred dollars he owed, or failing to clear off the ground.
Murdoch then informed his son of the judicial proceedings against him. Donald took the first train and went home.
At the end of the trial, the cause and Morrisson lost their last leave the land. Donald, outraged that decision, lost all confidence in the justice and the Duquette family, who occupied the land since the departure of Morrison, began to experience several problems.
First, the barn was burned Duquette and then a bullet fired outside almost reach Ms. Duquette while she was in the kitchen adjust the hand of the clock.
In all these incidents, it is sure that Donald was the first to be suspected of being the author, an arrest warrant was issued against lui.Récalcitrant and ironic, Donald was ignoring this procedure, claiming they could never stop, until an American named Warren bailiff went to the Lac Mégantic with the idea of ending all the insolence of Morrisson.
One day, while Donald went to the village, Warren informed of the arrival of the "Outlaw", went to meet him. As the two men were face to face, Donald Warren motioned not to approach. Despite this warning as Warren would pounce on him, Donald drew with extraordinary rapidity, pulled ... the American fell to the ground dead!
It is followed by a hunt for fantastic man as one had yet seen in our little corner of Quebec. More than 450 police officers of the Provincial Police were dispatched in Lac Mégantic and a premium of $ 3,000 was offered to anyone who would succeed in capturing the "Outlaw."
But a vast network of Scottish accomplice had already formed in the Eastern Townships Wotton, Marston ., Hampden, Lingwick and Winslow in order to evade Donald forces
during more than two years, we did research, but in vain; Donald could not be found, his close friends warning him at the slightest danger.
Morrison Park in Milan, Quebec
Then one winter day, while Donald was a visit to his parents, the McMahon inspector who had fomented an ambush watched the man out of the parental home. The sighting, he pulled, injuring his leg and captured. Donald was brought in Sherbrooke where he was to stand trial for the murder of Warren bailiff.
At the conclusion of the investigation
Then one winter day, while Donald was a visit to his parents, the McMahon inspector who had fomented an ambush watched the man out of the parental home. The sighting, he pulled, injuring his leg and captured. Donald was brought in Sherbrooke where he was to stand trial for the murder of Warren bailiff.
At the conclusion of the investigation
Donald Morrison was found guilty of "manslaughter".The jurors after twenty-three hours of deliberations commended the accused to the clemency of the court.
Of note, never throughout the trial, the defense, represented by John Leonard, FX Lemieux and RA Greensheilds, did not raise the argument of self-defense.
Morrison was transferred to the prison of Saint Vincent dePaul,who received a sentence of 18 years emprisonnement.Mais after a few years, Morrison, lessens spoke disease, had to be transported to the Royal Victoria Hospital where he was to give up the ghost a few days later.
There remains, the whole affair now date 118 years, an ever-present memory in the memory of all Scots of the Lac Mégantic region and a small stone gravestone bearing the likeness of Donald Morrison in the cemetery ofGisla,located between the cities of Scotstown and Stornoway in the heart of what was once the "Highlands" of Quebec.
Letter from a resident to his brother Mr. Evangelist Sansfaçon taken from the newspaper
"The Illustrated Life" in 1889. The expedition against Morrisson
The Abord A. Plouffe 3rd, near the cord
Évangélisse Mydear,
you do not need to take care of what he has in there the newspapers about Morrisson. The whole case is going on around here and I can give you better news than anyone.
Donald Morrison is one of my knowledge and we often slammed the shot together by hunting parties at Lac Mégantic . It is an old Scottish country and it can hardly be said two French words. It is a "Jack" who has not cold eyes. He is strong as a Turk and I'm sure he dip hot soup to those who will grab it. With that it is fine as silk, and slide the hands of the policeman as an eel. Before yesterday I met in the hostel in Springhill and we all learned a button.
Of note, never throughout the trial, the defense, represented by John Leonard, FX Lemieux and RA Greensheilds, did not raise the argument of self-defense.
Morrison was transferred to the prison of Saint Vincent dePaul,who received a sentence of 18 years emprisonnement.Mais after a few years, Morrison, lessens spoke disease, had to be transported to the Royal Victoria Hospital where he was to give up the ghost a few days later.
There remains, the whole affair now date 118 years, an ever-present memory in the memory of all Scots of the Lac Mégantic region and a small stone gravestone bearing the likeness of Donald Morrison in the cemetery ofGisla,located between the cities of Scotstown and Stornoway in the heart of what was once the "Highlands" of Quebec.
Letter from a resident to his brother Mr. Evangelist Sansfaçon taken from the newspaper
"The Illustrated Life" in 1889. The expedition against Morrisson
The Abord A. Plouffe 3rd, near the cord
Évangélisse Mydear,
you do not need to take care of what he has in there the newspapers about Morrisson. The whole case is going on around here and I can give you better news than anyone.
Donald Morrison is one of my knowledge and we often slammed the shot together by hunting parties at Lac Mégantic . It is an old Scottish country and it can hardly be said two French words. It is a "Jack" who has not cold eyes. He is strong as a Turk and I'm sure he dip hot soup to those who will grab it. With that it is fine as silk, and slide the hands of the policeman as an eel. Before yesterday I met in the hostel in Springhill and we all learned a button.
Lac-Mégantic 1910
While talking with me he told me his business. He wants to
While talking with me he told me his business. He wants to
pass as an outlaw, as it is called in the papers, but claims he did not commit murder. A bailiff wanted to show awkward in his house. He had come to the carry handle and show "smart" he had the imprudence to target it with a gun. Morrisson, seeing it was shot. It seems that the people would have died instantly. Morrison claims that bailiffs are not of the world and we should not take for that. I advised him to get caught by the men of DugasJ.,and he said he had seen in the Star Witness and there were bugs in the prison, it smelled musty and that it would not pensioning them. By releasing me to go to his sugar shack he said he would make a good sweat to the police.
I told him he should not come home covered ask because if police men came to meet him there, there would be gun shots fired and that it would frighten children, especially my youngest who falls into confusion every time we talk a little loud in the house.
Donald Morrison is gone and I have not heard in the village. When the judge arrived by Dugas home with his soldiers, I guarantee you it has épeuré locals. It was almost as bad in 1837 and 1812 when the "Colonel Jevousaluemarie" worked against the Bastonnais.
The police were armed with rifles and pistols that was really scary to see. And then it was, looking here, looking there; no business, no more than Morrisson on the "hand". There was among them a great Scottish sergeant with Vèze. I asked him why? He said it was to play a "tune" into the wood and that would make dancing Morrisson. He filled his bag with the wind and he believes it will take her man. I think it would be better to fill the pocket of his Vèze with "hot scotch" and "porridge"! With that he would have more chance of catching her Jack.
Today there are no less that eighty men, I believe, who are hunting Morrisson. They revive it in every nook and racoins woods. When they return to the village, one resident said: Eel burns! And that's it. When they return to Montreal they can, like the hunters who had spent six days in duck hunting without killing anything, tell their friends. "He was not killed, but it was nicely heated them behind."
When DugasJ. saw that he was out to lunch with his soldiers, he believed he would do well to put religion in his case. Religion, you'll see how he did it. He went to the Protestant ministers and asked them to read a pastoral letter from the pulpit to defend people to give cover or dining Morrisson. I will not care. The ministers were all the wrong religion and, you know, it does not produce any good effect. Go and talk of excommunication to Protestants.
Today it is a real picnic in the county. The soldiers of Quebec brought meat with them and several bottles of oat syrup. When they spent the day to hunt in the woods, they return to the village every breathless and covered in mud from head to toe. They look real Shrove Tuesday. In the evening they play in "all-four" and brisque. Most silver playing "hearts" for coppes, by rinsing the slab neck.
I frankly tell you my opinion on Morrison. I think it is too sharp to the police. He talks to the devil that man. Witches like him, I think that there is no one like him in the country.
I told him he should not come home covered ask because if police men came to meet him there, there would be gun shots fired and that it would frighten children, especially my youngest who falls into confusion every time we talk a little loud in the house.
Donald Morrison is gone and I have not heard in the village. When the judge arrived by Dugas home with his soldiers, I guarantee you it has épeuré locals. It was almost as bad in 1837 and 1812 when the "Colonel Jevousaluemarie" worked against the Bastonnais.
The police were armed with rifles and pistols that was really scary to see. And then it was, looking here, looking there; no business, no more than Morrisson on the "hand". There was among them a great Scottish sergeant with Vèze. I asked him why? He said it was to play a "tune" into the wood and that would make dancing Morrisson. He filled his bag with the wind and he believes it will take her man. I think it would be better to fill the pocket of his Vèze with "hot scotch" and "porridge"! With that he would have more chance of catching her Jack.
Today there are no less that eighty men, I believe, who are hunting Morrisson. They revive it in every nook and racoins woods. When they return to the village, one resident said: Eel burns! And that's it. When they return to Montreal they can, like the hunters who had spent six days in duck hunting without killing anything, tell their friends. "He was not killed, but it was nicely heated them behind."
When DugasJ. saw that he was out to lunch with his soldiers, he believed he would do well to put religion in his case. Religion, you'll see how he did it. He went to the Protestant ministers and asked them to read a pastoral letter from the pulpit to defend people to give cover or dining Morrisson. I will not care. The ministers were all the wrong religion and, you know, it does not produce any good effect. Go and talk of excommunication to Protestants.
Today it is a real picnic in the county. The soldiers of Quebec brought meat with them and several bottles of oat syrup. When they spent the day to hunt in the woods, they return to the village every breathless and covered in mud from head to toe. They look real Shrove Tuesday. In the evening they play in "all-four" and brisque. Most silver playing "hearts" for coppes, by rinsing the slab neck.
I frankly tell you my opinion on Morrison. I think it is too sharp to the police. He talks to the devil that man. Witches like him, I think that there is no one like him in the country.
GESLA Cemetery between Stornoway and Scotstown
And my dear, tell me. Do you think we will hang when that man will have taken? Bernique! my friend. He never found a jury if there is a Scottish in, who can find only guilty of assault. English jury, Scottish and "Canayens" it will never agree.
Let things be. But I'll see you next time in Abord to Plouffe, you shall give me news of Morrisson. It will be what I tell you. Happens to make him a suit pocket, no verdict. Compliments you.
Your friend,
BellehumeurCome
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