Travels With my Ancestors #31: The Roberts Family Chapter Two, part 2.
The continuing story of the lives of the Roberts family. Chapter One began here. The first part of Chapter Two is here.
In my last post, I introduced Thomas Roberts, who with his wife Hannah farmed on land at South Creek (today’s Bringelly/St Marys district). After Hannah’s untimely death, Thomas was left with five young children, a farm and a household to manage. It was here that my 3 x great-Grandmother, Elizabeth Greenwood, entered the Roberts family.
Part Two: A family between worlds
Harsh beginnings
Elizabethโs remarkable life began about 1820, in the English county of Surrey. Her family were poor and probably lived in the slums of Southwark, the northernmost part of Surrey on the south bank of the River Thames.
Her mother, Mary Ann Preveaux, was a laundress who was born in Paris, around 1787.[i] She married William Greenwood and they had six children. He may have been among the British troops who occupied parts of France, including Paris, in the immediate aftermath of the wars against Napoleonic France. If so, itโs possible he met Mary Ann there and brought her to England with him.
After the wars, times were hard for ex-soldiers back in England. Numbers in the army were drastically cut. With no veteranโs pensions, they were competing for jobs with thousands of others looking for work, as machines replaced human labour in agricultural, textile and other industries. To make matters worse, in 1815 the volcanic Mount Tambora, near Java, erupted. Though on the other side of the world, it caused a global climate catastrophe known as the โyear without a summer.โ Crop failures pushed up food prices in Britain, adding to the distress of families already on the borderline of disaster.[ii]
If the Greenwoods moved to London in search of work, they struggled along with their neighbours in the dirty, crowded tenements and alleys of Southwark. Anyone crossing the Thames by London Bridge to Southwark found a very different environment from the more prosperous City of London on the opposite bank. Walking the rough cobbled streets, theyโd have dodged carts rattling past, vendors selling fish, pies, or vegetables, animal entrails draining from slaughter yards. The odour of rotting food and the metallic smell of blood polluted the air. Rats and cockroaches scurried between the feet of prostitutes or pickpockets waiting for their next mark.
Poor families occupied whatever lodgings they could afford, often a single room with a small fire for heating and cookingโif they could buy coalโwith an outside privy and pump shared with many other families. The inhabitants of these slum districts, referred to sneeringly by the better-off as criminal โrookeriesโโ breeding groundsโ breathed in foul air from the industries that crowded the riverside and laneways: tanneries, laundries, breweries, glue factoriesโฆall of which dumped their waste into the street or directly into the river.

Thornbury, Walter. Old and New London: A Narrative of its History, its People, and its Places. London: Cassell, Petter & Galpin, 1873โ1878. Illustration: Folly Ditch, near Mill Street, Jacob’s Island, c. 1840. Public Domain. Wellcome Collection. Mary, the eldest Greenwood daughter, had a position as a maid-of-all-work in the household of John Heasman, an โoilmanโ whose shop was near St Saviours. Heasman sold oils for household use: cooking, medicine, lamps and lighting, candles and soaps; possibly also supplying lubricants to nearby workshops. His shop was redolent with the odours of linseed, whale and castor oils.
Mary worked hard for her living: answering her masterโs call bell at all hours, up at dawn to set the fires in the hearths, heat water for washing, empty chamber pots, help prepare breakfast, serve meals, scrub floors and dust furniture, mend clothesโฆsheโd often be the last person in bed at night. She may also have been called upon to do cleaning or other chores in the shop. At least she had a bed to sleep in and a clean uniform to put on each day.
Her motherโs working days were also long and physically taxing, either taking in washing or, more likely, working in one of the many laundries near the river. Mary Annโs back would ache after hours bending over washtubs and lifting heavy wet linen and pails of water. Her hands were red and swollen from the hot water and harsh lye soap they were plunged into every day. At the end of ten or twelve hoursโ labour sheโd return home in the gloomy evening, wondering what she could afford to give her children for supper that night.
The whereabouts of William, Mary Annโs husband, are unclear. Itโs possible heโd been imprisoned for some crime, deserted the family, or died.
Some of the children would also work while their mother was at her labour. Elizabeth was a teenager: old enough to have found work in a factory, running errands or cleaning; or else she looked after her younger siblings: Sophia, Ellen, Robert and little William. The children might sometimes have joined the โmudlarksโ, people who foraged in the thick, stinking river mud at low tide, looking for lumps of coal or metal, lost items like spoons or ringsโ whatever might be of use or could be sold. [iii]
It was a harsh, desperate existence, but none of those children could have anticipated, in the spring of 1834, how fundamentally their lives were about to change.
โAn agonising sceneโ
SURREY SESSIONS – TUESDAY
(Before R. Hedger, Esq, Chairman).
Mary Greenwood, a fine-looking young woman, aged 17, and her mother, Mary Ann Greenwood, aged 45, with an infant in her arms, were indicted, the former for stealing a large quantity of wearing apparel, and other articles, the property of her employer, Mr John Heasman, oilman, of St Saviour’s, Southwark, and the latter for receiving the same, well knowing them to be stolen.
The case presented another instance of the flagrant offence of robbery by servants, and being clearly proved, the Jury returned a verdict of Guilty.
The Court sentenced the younger prisoner to seven years and the mother to fourteen years’ transportation.
An agonizing scene ensued after the convicts were conveyed from the bar.[iv]Mary and her mother had succumbed to desperation or to temptation. In stealing clothes and other items from her employer, Mary had outraged โrespectableโ people whose comfortable lives were disrupted if they could not trust those who served them. By accepting the stolen goods, probably hoping to pawn or sell them for some much-needed coins, her mother was complicit in Maryโs crime and guilty of her own.
Mother and daughter were tried together on 26th May 1834 and sentenced to transportation to New South Wales. That โagonising sceneโ in the court may have touched some in the courtroom, but was quickly forgotten, as the Greenwood women were just two of many facing similar sentences. Uneducated women, they knew little about the wider world outside their own corner of it. But living and working near the Thames, theyโd have heard plenty of horror stories of sea voyages that ended in tragedy; may have known other families who had said goodbye to a loved one transported across those seas. As they returned to their gaol cell that day, their hearts were heavy with fear and uncertainty.
The most urgent question for Mary Ann was: what would happen to her five other children?[v]
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The two women were held in one of Londonโs gaols such as Horsemonger Lane Prison in Southwark, where inmates were separated, even to the extent of walled seats in chapel.
Just before embarkation on a transport ship, convicts were often sent to Millbank Prison, built on the opposite side of the Thames from Southwark. Designed in the newest prison style, it had a wheel-like layout with a maze of gloomy passages. Over one thousand to-be-transported prisoners were kept in separate cells and forbidden from talking to each other. No visitors were allowed apart from the prison chaplain. The intent was that prisoners should have time alone to reflect on their misdeeds.[vi]


Left: Millbank Prison in the 1820s, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=545944
Right: Plan of Millbank Prison, from G.P. Holford,ย An Account of Millbank Penitentiaryย (1828).For Mary Ann, her main preoccupations were the children. Thankfully Elizabeth was with them; at fourteen, old enough to do what needed to keep them fed and, hopefully, safe. Sophia was eleven, Ellen ten, Robert five and William, the child in Mary Annโs arms at her trial, only two. What would become of them all when their mother and eldest sister sailed away, never to return?
Events happened at a whirlwind pace. Arrested, tried and sentenced in May, they were on board the transport ship George Hibbert in July.[vii] In two months theyโd gone from scraping a living in Southwark, to boarding a transport ship. They joined another 142 women in the convict quarters on board, after being spoken to by the shipโs Master, Captain Livesay and shipโs surgeon John Tarn.[viii]
Also aboard were the Reverend John Saunders and his wife. Saunders had exchanged free passage to the colony for his service giving religious instruction to the prisoners, and Divine Service each Sunday for all on board. Elizabeth Saunders was to perform the role of Matron, attending to the behaviour and well-being of the womenโalthough the poor woman suffered so badly from seasickness, that for the first part of the voyage her husband had to do her job along with his own. This was a first: an experiment to see if the presence of a Minister and Matron would improve prisonersโ behaviour and outlook during the voyage.[ix]
Several free women boarded as well, accommodated separately from the prisoners, of course. And there was a total of sixty-four children, about forty of whom were accompanying their convict mothers. The Greenwood youngsters were among them.[x]
Convicts had to request permission for their spouse or children to accompany them, and this was not always given. Older children were considered capable of managing on their own, and often left behind. And childhood was no protection against becoming a transported prisoner: on the George Hibbert. There were at least two convicts twelve years of age, one of fourteen, one fifteen and one sixteen. Elizabeth and her siblings were not taken on as convicts, though, but as free children of a convict mother. Mary Ann would feel both relief and anxiety for her children as they all boarded the ship.
What were Elizabethโs feelings? Did she harbour resentment at her older sister for stealing those goods, or at her mother for taking them to sell or pawn? Whatever her thoughts, there was nothing she could do about the situation. The family now had to face this frightening future, but at least they were together.
Before the George Hibbert set sail, the women had a visit from members of the Convict Ship Committee, established by the wealthy English Quaker and prison reform activist Elizabeth Fry, of the Fryโs Chocolate company family. Ladies from the Committee boarded each convict ship before departure, to distribute small gifts such as a piece of soap, a comb, and some needlework supplies, in the hope that it would give women motivation to keep clean and productive during their voyage. One of the visiting ladies noted that the ship was very crowded, leading to discomfort and the threat of illness on board, but that the Master and shipโs surgeon appeared peculiarly well qualified for the offices to which they were appointed. [xi]
The Committee women gave a Bible reading and encouraged the prisoners to use their time at sea to ready themselves for a new life in the colony. For some prisoners, it was the first time they had been given a gift or shown kindness by their โbettersโ. Others rolled their eyes at the well-meaning but patronising earnestness of these comfortably off ladies, probably muttering: what could they possibly know of our lives? They should try living in our world, just for one day, then theyโd see things differently!

Barrett, Jerry. Mrs Fry Reading to the Prisoners in Newgate, in the Year 1816. 1863. Print (mixed media). ยฉ The Trustees of the British Museum, accession no. 2010,7081.5930. Accessed 11 June 2026. https://www.britishmuseum.org/collection/object/P_2010-7081-5930
The ship set sail on 22nd July, travelling via the Canary Islands off the Spanish coast, then running on with the trade winds to Australia. The shipโs Surgeon Tarn was kept busy with sick and injured women and children, including both Mary Ann and her daughter Mary at different times. Tarn performed his duties conscientiously and only two people died in the four and a half months it took to reach New South Wales.[xii]
As the ship finally entered Port Jackson on the first day of December, the Greenwoods saw the spectacular bays and inlets, sandy beaches and sandstone cliffs of the harbour. Just before turning into Sydney Cove, they were probably ordered below decks, so their glimpse of the settlement itself was brief. But they heard the boom of the nine-gun salute for the Governor, ordered by the vesselโs Master.
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Five days later, they were mustered on deck to be assessed and questioned by officials, before being assigned to work roles. Their age, appearance, marital status, religion, place of origin and trade or employment skills were noted. Experienced seamstresses, domestic servants, nurses and cooks were in demand in the colony and were quickly given positions. Maryโs youth and her previous work as a general maid, led to her immediate assignment to work for a businesswoman, Mary Reynolds, who owned a store in Pitt Street, Sydney.[xiii] If Miss Reynolds was at the docks to collect her assignee, Mary, along with most of the others, would have been taken away to start her new position on December 15th.
The Sydney Morning Herald reported that:
The females, per โGeorge Hibbertโ, landed on Monday and were distributed to their respective assignees during the day.
The article noted approvingly:
The cleanly and orderly appearance of the women testified the judicious discipline and regularity that had been maintained amongst them.[xiv]This would have been of little comfort to Mary Ann as her eldest was led away.
The second blow was that three of the younger children, Sophia, Ellen and Robert, were not allowed to stay with their mother. The girls were taken to the Female Orphan School at Parramatta, and Robert to the Male Orphan School at Liverpool, where they were admitted on 16th December.[xv]Toddler Will was allowed to remain with Mary Annโfor now.
The Orphan Schools were not just for children whose parents had died. Many youngsters were taken from a convict parent, and kept at the school until they were old enough to be โapprenticedโ (sent out to work)โusually around aged ten. Others were given up by families who could not support them. There were also some Aboriginal children enrolled: some actual orphans; some taken from their families; others brought there by parents who hoped that learning the white peopleโs ways would help for their children.
At Sydney Cove, scenes of confusion, shock and anguish were everywhere, as children were separated from their convict mothers and sent to the orphanages.
The women heading to Parramatta, to assignments there or to the Female Factory, the womenโs prison and workhouse, were put on boats and sent upriver. It was a long trip, even on the steamers that were by now replacing rowboats. They would have been both puzzled and fascinated by the sights and sounds as they made their way past the many inlets and bays of the harbour: the strange shapes and foliage of eucalyptus trees and the noisy, brightly coloured birds in their branches. But they were also exhausted, anxious, and drooping in the unaccustomed heat of a Sydney summer.
Mary Ann was sent to work at the newly established Kingโs School, located in a handsome two-storey building known today as โHarrisfordโ, at 182 George Street, Parramatta.[xvi] There were around 120 boys at the school, the majority boarders with some day pupils from the township. They were all sons of wealthy settlers, officers and the elite of colonial society. Two years later the number of pupils had outgrown the original building and the school moved across the river to OโConnell Street. [xvii]
Given her previous work in Southwark, this assignment took her back to the long days of washing, scrubbing, wringing, drying and folding heavy linens and clothes. At the age of forty-seven, such work did not get easier. Her hair was greying and her once youthful complexion now described as โsallowโ. There was nothing for it but to work hard and see out her sentence. Then she could see what kind of life was possible for herself and her family in this strange new world.
Making her own way
And Elizabeth? At fourteen, she was considered old enough to make her own way in the colony; authorities took little or no responsibility for those her age arriving free. She must have found work and somewhere to live. Sheโd have wanted to stay close to her mother at Parramatta and to her little sisters at the Orphan School alongside the river. There was little she could do about visiting her brother Robert at the Liverpool institutionโsuch a trip was beyond her means.
If she had been allowed to visit the Female Orphan School, sheโd have walked there along the river, past thick groves of trees at the waterโs edge, mangrove roots protruding like fingers from the water. In quiet moments she may have seen or heard the eels, slipping along the muddy shallows. They gave the new town its name, from the traditional people of the area, the Burramatagal clan who were named for the eels.
Once she reached the school sheโd enter through a grand brick archway and be escorted to the dormitory or classroom where she could find the little girls. The children were kept to a strict routine, with mornings devoted to prayers, schoolroom learning (reading, writing, basic arithmetic) followed by lunch. Afternoons were for chores and work skills such as sewing, knitting, gardening, or laundry. They were closely supervised and allowed little free time and even less contact with the outside world, especially their convict parentsโthose in charge fearing criminal behaviour would too easily rub off onto the girls.[xviii]
If Elizabeth was permitted to visit, these were precious moments, making it hard to leave her sisters each time.


Left: Lycett, Joseph. View of the Female Orphan School, near Parramatta, New South Wales. Hand-coloured aquatint, plate 28 in Views in Australia, or New South Wales and Van Diemen’s Land Delineated. London: John Souter, 1825. National Library of Australia, NLA 135702032.
Right: In the stairwell at the Female Orphan School (now Whitlam Institute) in 2018Having made her own way for two years, Elizabeth married in 1836. She was sixteen; her groom twenty years older. [xix]
Anthony Shaw was from Lancashire, in Englandโs industrialising midlands. In 1820 he was convicted of shop burglary and sentenced to fourteen years transportation, sailing into Sydney on the Adamant in February 1821.[xx] Heโd been a sailor, listed as a shipโs carpenter on arrival and sent to work at Parramatta.[xxi]
Above: List of convicts showing Anthony Shaw, who was sent in 1821 to ‘strengthen the Government gangs’ at Parramatta
Source: NSW, Australia, Colonial Secretary’s Papers, 1788-1856, Series: NRS 937; Reel or Fiche Numbers: Reels 6004-6016He was known by the nickname โDandyโ: was this because of a love for flashy clothes; which might have got him arrested and sent to NSW in the first place? Was it his grey eyes and auburn hair, or a confident manner and big plans that attracted the youthful Elizabeth to this older man? Whatever brought them together, they were married by Reverend Samuel Marsden in Parramattaโs St Johns church. Their son, Henry Francis, was baptised there in October 1839.[xxii]

St Johns, Parramatta. Photo by author, 2018 Once Anthony got his Ticket-of-Leave or served his sentence, he could work for himself in carpentry; Elizabeth was earning money from dressmaking.[xxiii] Parramatta was a growing settlement with more free settlers and emancipists moving there. More families needing homes, furniture, clothes and household items, some of which could be supplied by an enterprising couple with the right skills.
Elizabethโs heart lifted when, in October 1839, Anthony brought her brother Robert, now ten, from the Male Orphan School, to work with him as an apprentice carpenter.[xxiv] In December, her own application to bring her sister Sophia to live with them as apprenticed dressmaker was granted.[xxv] It was wonderful to have two of her siblings with her again.
For the rest of the Greenwoods, though, it was a different story.
โOrderly good conduct & industry, or
Disorderly, dirty & disrespectfulโHer mother continued to work at the Kingโs School. By 1841, Mary Ann realised that she had made an error in declaring herself married on her arrival in Sydney. Knowing that she would never see her husband William again, she now applied for permission to marry John Land, who had arrived free as a soldier.[xxvi] It was refused because of that previous admission.
So she never remarried, but received her Ticket-of- Leave that yearโperhaps that helped ease the disappointment of her marriage plans, because though confined to living and working in a specific area, she was now able to work for an income.[xxvii]
Sheโd served just seven of her fourteen-year sentence: sheโd met the demands of authorities for women to demonstrate Orderly good conduct, sobriety, industry, cleanliness and humble deportment.[xxviii]
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Her daughter Mary had not been so compliant. She struggled at her assigned work with Miss Reynolds, whose Sydney shop sold hats, shoes, clothing, fabrics, lace and gloves.[xxix] Mary ran away in May 1835, six months into her assignment. She was detained and sentenced to two months in the Female Factory.[xxx]
It was a bad mistake that added extra time to her sentence. And, on arriving at the Factory at Parramatta, Mary was put in the โCrimeโ (or Third) Classโpoorer rations, harder labour, no visitors. She had to wear a badge to demonstrate she had re-offended. She might even have had her hair cut short or shaved, a humiliating punishment loathed by the women. Crime class convicts were not permitted assignment or marriage. They had to earn a place in the โMeritโ (or First) Class quarters through good behaviour. Being sent to Crime Class meant you had been Disorderly, dirty, or disrespectful.[xxxi]

Third Class quarters, Parramatta Female Factory. Photo by author, 2018 ~
She did not heed this lesson, because two months after being returned to service with Miss Reynolds, she absconded again, with her fellow servant Jane Mack. The sentence this time was six weeks. Both were then sent back to the Reynolds household, but they had not yet done testing the system.
Jane and Mary tried another escape in September 1835.[xxxii] They were again imprisoned at the Female Factory.
Then, one summer morning in 1837, they stole the key to the back door of the Reynolds house, along with items like boots, stays and silk stockings from the shop, and made another break for it. They did not get far. A constable found them later that morning in the street; they were arrested and dispatched again to the Factoryโthis time for a full year.[xxxiii]
Was the shop-owner Mary Reynolds a harsh and punishing mistress to work for, or were Mary and her friend Jane so rebellious that they didnโt much care about the consequences? They were certainly risk takers, willing to gamble everything on the chance of freedom from a punishing system. But after this fourth stint at the Factory, Mary settled down and did not appear before the Court a fifth time.
Her quieter behaviour was rewarded. In October 1840 she got her Ticket-of-Leave, well before the 1848 expiry of her sentence.[xxxiv] She was now free to live where she chose within the district of Penrith. Her motherโs Ticket was amended so that she could move close to Mary. The family were determined to stay together from now on.
Mary met a young man of twenty-one, George Chalker, and their application to marry was approved; they were wed at St Marys church at South Creek in March 1841.[xxxv] George, unusually tall at six foot eight inches, had been born at South Creek, part of a large family that had settled in the region after his parents (both freed convicts) received a grant of sixty acres there, known as โElder Park.โ[xxxvi] The family grazed cattle, adding to the size of their holding over the years, and George and his siblings maintained strong connections to the family home.
Sophia Greenwood, now a young woman of eighteen, married another George (Stevens, a plasterer) that same year.[xxxvii] They had one son, William, and settled in Parramatta.[xxxviii]
Things were at last starting to improve for some of the Greenwoods, though not for all.
The warrant and the wedding
Six months before Sophia had left the Orphan School, youngest sister Ellen had been sent to work as a domestic servant for Henry Bond, a tanner at 298 Pitt Street Sydney.[xxxix] She was just thirteen.
The smells of the tannery were reminders of Southwark: rotting flesh scraped from hides stretched along heavy, curved beams, the sharp stink of lime and stale urine used to treat the skins. With luck her duties were mainly in the house, but the odours of her employerโs workshop followed her throughout her days.
In 1844, she got drunkโvery drunkโon wine she stole from Bond, and ran away.[xl] Was she missing her sisters and mother, struggling with the duties of her work, or simply rebelling? A newspaper reporter described her as โthirteenโโ she was actually seventeen, but of such small stature and slight build that she appeared a childlike figure in the courtroom.[xli] An article also incorrectly stated that Ellen fled to her parents at Parramatta, but it was with her sister Elizabeth and brother-in-law Anthony Shaw that Ellen sought refuge. At court she was ordered to return to Bondโs service.
Life began to improve for Ellen a few years after that. She met a young man, possibly through her sister Maryโs connections at South Creek.[xlii] He was another Georgeโthe third by that name to join the family. Mary and her George were witnesses to Ellen’s wedding, held at โClydesdaleโ, the property where Mary and George Chalker had wed a few years earlier. ย Why did both Greenwood sisters marry there? A connection of some sort: whether through the Chalkers, a long-established family in the district, or through employment at the estate.
โClydesdaleโ, off Richmond Road at Marsden Park, was then a thriving community with a large two-storey brick home, stables and coach house, bakehouse, granary and rooms for workersโ accommodationโeven its own church. The owner of the property at the time, Charles Tompson, donated funds to build St Philips church on the eastern bank of South Creek. The church was consecrated just two years before Ellenโs ceremony was conducted.[xliii] If either her new husband George Simpson, or her brother-in-law, worked at the estate, that may be why the two weddings were held there.
In search of quick coin
1844 was not a happy year for Elizabeth, whose life was about to be turned upside down again, this time due to the recklessness of her husband.
Big plans Anthony may have had, but he appears to have been a foolish man on the lookout for some quick coin.
Their son Henry was five years old when she learnt that Anthony had been arrested and faced trial at Berrima Court. Heโd stolen linen and clothes from the local publican, Brian McMahon.[xliv] โDandyโ Shaw could never resist the temptation of nice clothes.

Sydney Morning Herald, News from the Interior, 28 Sept 1844 p4 At the trial, McMahon described how Anthony had asked for a meal and a bed for the night. During the evening the publican thought he heard a noise, though he didnโt go to investigate. The surprised maid who entered the room in the morning found no Anthony, but a trunk that had been forced and emptied of its contents. The open window showed how heโd escaped undetected. He made it to nearby Bargo where a local constable testified how heโd seen Anthony there with a large bundle, though didnโt think it suspicious. Eventually, โDandyโsโ luck ran out; he was stopped and arrested for the theft.
Elizabethโs brother-in-law George Chalker acted as a character witness for Anthonyโas a favour to his wifeโs family? It did little good, though. The verdict was โguilty.โ
At the news that her husband was sentenced to six months in Parramatta Gaol, Elizabeth must have despaired. Anthony had held his Certificate of Freedom for six yearsโhow could he have put that at risk? She was facing long months supporting herself and their son, on whatever money she could earn herself. She could not even afford to stay in their cottage in Phillip Street.
No, it would not do. She had to find other work and a place to live until Anthony had served his prison time.
With a heavy heart and gritted teeth, she began to search for employment.
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WANTED: A steady and respectable woman as Cook and Housekeeper for single gentleman.
WANTED: A respectable person to assist in the management of a family with five young children. She will be required to work at her needle.
WANTED: Housekeeper to look after man, four children. One child no objection.[xlv]There were plenty of people needing domestic help, especially widowed fathers struggling to work or run their business while dealing with the unfamiliar world of domesticity and children. She would choose one that offered a live-in situation where young Henry could be with her.
She arrived at the home where the widowed Thomas Roberts and his five youngsters, still grieving their wife and mother, were waiting for a woman like her.
Widower and wife
At this time Thomas kept a house in Elizabeth Street in Sydney, as well as the farm and home at South Creek. Elizabeth might have started work in Sydney, but eventually they were living at South Creek, initially at โExeter Farmโ; later they spent time on a neighbouring two-hundred-acre property, on the eastern bank of South Creek. It was known locally as โGrayโs Grantโ after the original grantee of 1817. [xlvi]
Thomas took over the farm from James Badgery in February 1844, in lieu of the sum of ยฃ526 owed by James jointly to his brother Andrew and to Thomas.[xlvii] The Roberts called the six-roomed house โWoodbine Cottageโ (it was previously โThe Spotted Dogโ public house). [xlviii] It had a detached kitchen, stables for five horses, a barn, garden and extensive orchards. The farm also produced wheat and hay and cattle grazed in its fields.[xlix]
Her work for the family kept Elizabeth busy. There may have been a cook, maid or gardener to assist in the operation of the household and farm, but she was responsible for keeping everything running smoothly. There were also five young Roberts children needing her care, and her own little boy to look after. Busy but satisfying, and pleasing to be closer to her mother and sisters who lived at South Creek, after those challenging years apart.
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Eventually, romance sparked between her and Thomas, moving their relationship from employer and employee to a de facto marriage. Both were lonely, wanting the comfort and companionship of a partner.
But Elizabeth was still officially married to Anthony. Where was he?
Given his chequered past, he might simply have decided to disappear. Perhaps the responsibilities of a family were not what he wanted from life. He could have met with illness, misadventure, or died. Itโs also possible that he did come to find his wife; to be told she wouldnโt return to him. Sheโd found happiness in her new situation and wasnโt willing to leave it.
Whatever the reason, it was the end of their marriage, but she could not legally remarry without a death certificate for him.
Old and new families
Late in 1845 Elizabeth knew she was pregnant and in July the next year she gave birth to a daughter, Harrietta Amelia, known as Amelia. At the childโs baptism at St Mary Magdalene Church (at South Creek, todayโs St Marys), Anthony was named as the father.[l] This was a way of saving face: being unable to marry Thomas because of her existing marriage, she needed a fatherโs name to put on the certificate. While de facto or common law relationships were common among convict and poorer settlers, the Robertsโ world was a more โrespectableโ one in which the legalities of relationships were important. It would have shamed both Thomas and Elizabeth to be seen as flouting those conventions. Amelia herself regarded Thomas as her father; he was named as such on her death certificate in 1926.[li]
Another daughter, Louisa Agnes, arrived in 1848, and a son, Albert, in 1850. This time, both were acknowledged officially as Thomasโ children.[lii]
It was a busy and crowded family, with five of Thomasโ children from his first marriage still living with them, and her son Henry, not quite seven when his first half-sister was born.
Despite her new-found happiness with Thomas, heartache lay ahead. Henry only lived another few years before he died in 1852, at the age of thirteen. The family still lived at South Creek, but Elizabeth buried her son at St Johns burial ground in Parramatta, perhaps because it was the church where heโd been baptised.[liii]
Her family would have provided comfort during those dark days after the death of her firstborn; it was a blessing that her sisters Mary and Ellen both lived nearby, as did her mother.
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A few years after young Henryโs death, Thomas took over management of โThe Red Cow Innโ, a popular hotel in Parramatta. He advertised an inaugural supper to celebrate the Innโs reopening, mentioning the establishment would be conducted in the old sporting styleโa reference to horses and racing, always so close to his heart.[liv] Notice of his new venture also appeared in Bellโs Life in Sydney & Sporting Chronicleโthe premier sporting and racing paper, targeting his turf connections.[lv]

Image of the Red Cow Inn, Parramatta. City of Parramatta History and Heritage.
https://historyandheritage.cityofparramatta.nsw.gov.au/blog/2013/08/21/the-red-cow-inn-parramatta
Licensed under Creative Commons CC-BY-SA. ยฉ City of Parramatta.Built in the early 1800s on George Street near Church Street, the inn was set back from the road, behind a garden. On modern-day maps, the location is called Erby Place. One of Parramattaโs best-known pubs, the Red Cow was visited by many prominent people in business, government and society circles.
On the evening of the supper, I picture Elizabeth and Thomas, full of anticipation as the crowd of notables began arriving. The candlelight cast a soft glow along the crowded tables as meals were served and wine poured. Conversation flowed: the latest society gossip, business news, andโof courseโwhich horse had won the last big race.
A long, low building with the public bar was fronted by a beautiful garden with pink and red roses, oleander and other fragrant flowers, and an enormous prickly pear. Another building hosted community events and meetings in its large upstairs room, where that celebratory supper was held. [lvi] There were accommodation apartments, a large billiard room and dining room.
Then there were the stables, described as perhaps the most splendid in the country, capable of accommodating fifty horses.[lvii]
Even before taking over management of the Inn, Thomas had a business interest in these stables. His son-in-law George Levien (who married Hannah, Thomasโ daughter with his first wife) had been managing the Innโs stables from 1857, and advertised accordingly:
Mr G Levien begs leave to inform the public visiting Parramatta, that he has taken over the Livery Stables of the Red Cow Hotel, and trustsโฆto obtain the patronage of gentlemen from the interior, as there are good paddocks connected with the establishment {with} carriages, gigs, dog-carts, horses &c, always on hire. NB. As the horses are selected from the stud of Thomas Roberts Esq, they need no comment. [lviii]As always, the extended Roberts family was sticking together, in both personal and business matters. Their activities in the equine world were well known and so highly regarded that the mere mention of Thomasโ name implied excellence.
But Thomas had only about seven months to enjoy his new venture. He was at the Red Cow when, in April 1858, he died after a long illness, noted on the death certificate as โvisceral diseaseโ, which could have referred to liver or intestinal disease, kidney failure or other abdominal complaint. He was fifty-one.[lix]
His son Charles gave the particulars of Thomasโ life and death for the official certificate. While Charles noted his own dead mother, Hannah, and her children with Thomas, he did not include Elizabeth and the three children she had with Thomas. Charles knew the name of his grandfather, the celebrated road-builder William Roberts, but not Williamโs wife, Jane.
These are the ways in which people disappear from their world and from the records.
But an obituary, published in Bell’s Life in Sydney on 17 April 1858, reflected the esteem in which Thomas had been held:
It is this week our painful province to record the demise of Thomas Roberts Snr, Esq. of Exeter Farm, South Creek, who expired at his residence, Parramatta, on Wednesday morning last in his 48th year, {sic} after a protracted illness. The deceased gentleman was during many years a zealous promoter of turf pursuits, with the legitimate view of improving colonial stock, and his premature removal from amongst us in the prime of life, is much to be deplored.A month after his death, the executors of his will advertised the Inn for auction.[lx] Sadly for his daughter and son-in-law, George Levienโs management of the Innโs stables came to an end soon after; George was declared bankrupt a year later.[lxi]
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Thomasโ death could also have spelt personal disaster as well as heartache for Elizabeth and her three surviving children. After Anthonyโs imprisonment, she had built a new life with the Roberts family. Had he left his estate only to his children with Hannah, Elizabeth would have found herself with no home and no means of support. But Thomasโ will, written in December 1856, demonstrated the depth of his attachment to her and to their children, who were aged twelve, ten and eight when he died.*
This is the last and only Will of me, Thomas Roberts of South Creek in the County of Cumberland in the Colony of NSW, Gentleman. I appoint George Edward Levien of Sydney, Master Mariner, and Richard Driver Jnr of Sydney, Gentleman, Executors and Trustees of this my Will.
I give and bequeath to Mrs Elizabeth Shaw, my housekeeper, the amount of one hundred pounds clear of all deductions, to be paid to her as soon as possible after my death, for her own absolute use and benefit. And also, if living with me at the time of my death, the whole of my household furniture, excepting my small family writing desk and my Chiffonier, both of which I bequeath absolutely to Charles Hutchinson Roberts, of South Creek, Gentleman.
As to my farm called Exeter Farm now in the occupation of said Charles Hutchinson Roberts and Thomas Stanton, to the use of Charles Roberts for the term of his natural life without impeachmentโฆand after his decease to divideโฆ into the same into as many equal portions as there shall be then living childrenโฆ
The one-time cabinet maker left his writing desk and chiffonier to his eldest son: a memorable and treasured legacy.
The document went on to bequeath to his daughter Mary Jane (now Mrs Smith) and her children, the rents from his house and adjoining cottages in Castlereagh St, Sydney. Two houses in Elizabeth St were left to his second daughter Hannah (now Mrs Levien) and her children.
Then:
And as to my property called โWoodbine Cottageโ, known as โGrayโs Grantโ, in trust for the said Elizabeth Shaw during the term of her natural life and from and after her decease equally share and share alike to the use of Louisa Roberts, and {Harrietta} Amelia Roberts, my reputed children by the said Elizabeth Shaw, as tenants-in-common.
I also give and bequeath to Albert Roberts, son of the said Elizabeth Shaw, and to the said Louisa and Amelia Roberts, the clear sum of five hundred pounds upon their respectively attaining the age of twenty-one years or, in the case of Louisa and Amelia being sooner married, and I direct that the said Legacies each shall take effect immediately upon my death and โฆbe invested by my trustees โฆand the interest or dividends thereof shall, until they attain such age (or if the said Louisa and Amelia be married) be paid to their mother Elizabeth Shaw, towards their support, maintenance and education.
I direct my trustees to sell and dispose of the rest of my estate to pay all encumbrances and debts and to divide any surplus equally amongst said Charles Hutchinson Roberts, Mary Jane Smith and Hannah Levien.
I declare that the shares of all females under my Will shall be secured to their sole and separate use, free from the control, debts or engagements of any husbandโฆ
โฆdated 23 December 1856
This document, written sixteen months before his death, demonstrates Thomasโ view of his family and his role as father to his children, those born to his first wife Hannah, and his later children with Elizabeth. He left a legacy for each, providing for sons and daughters alike. His direction about his daughtersโ legacies was progressive for this time. He was explicitly protecting Mary Jane, Hannah, Louisa, and Amelia from the common law rule by which a husband automatically controlled his wife’s property upon marriage. That he included this clause for his illegitimate daughters alongside his legitimate ones, speaks of his acknowledgment of them and his desire to provide for their futures.
His provision for Elizabeth confirms that theirs was a genuine and committed relationship. โHousekeeperโ was an accepted euphemism for a de facto wife, and his recognition of all three of their โreputedโ children (another common euphemism, meaning illegitimate) makes it clear that by the time Amelia and Albert were born, the relationship was no longer hidden. They were a couple, even if Elizabethโs still-married status meant they could not formalise their union.
In an attempt to resolve the legal constraint on their marrying, in 1857 (nearly a year after Thomas had made his will) she had advertised in The Sydney Morning Herald, asking for contact from her estranged husband Anthony Shaw (who had added โHenryโ to his names) It read:
HENRY ANTHONY SHAW, carpenter, formerly of Parramatta, supposed to be at Wollongong, if living, your wife ELIZABETH, wishes to communicate by letter. Address to me, at Mr Rileyโs, Park-Street, Sydney.[lxii]
Missing
There was a notable absence from the will:
And I further declare that for reasons which will be fully understood by my son Thomas Roberts, I advisedly and intentionally abstain from giving his any benefit whatsoever under my Will.
Thomas junior was deliberately denied any legacy, in careful legal language which his father hoped would avoid any challenge to the will after his death, but perhaps also to save the family or the younger Thomas embarrassment that could arise from airing the reasons publicly. Why?
Two months before signing his will, Thomas senior had placed a notice in The Sydney Morning Herald, warning that he would not be responsible for any debts his son incurred, he being a minor, and allowed sufficient income to defray all his personal expenses.[lxiii]
Had his son fallen into dissolute ways, gambling, drinking or otherwise spending more than his income allowed?Thomas Junior was twenty-two when his father died. Seven months after, he married Elizabeth Ann Woodd, daughter of Reverend George Woodd, at St Mary the Virgin, a private chapel built at Denham Court (another large pastoral estate that expanded to become a small community; now a suburb in the Campbelltown area).[lxiv]
By the 1870s he was working as the Sub-Inspector of Police in the Young and Hay districts. He died in Melbourne in 1876: his body returned by steamer and buried at Rookwood Cemetery; organised by his brother Charles.[lxv] Obituaries described him as a gentleman in every sense {who} always treated his inferiors as he did his superiors, and his demise is deeply regretted by all who had the pleasure of knowing him.[lxvi]
Itโs hard to imagine him as someone guilty of some great moral or legal misdeedโthough families often hide unpalatable secrets, so itโs not impossible that Thomas had offended his father enough to be cut out of inheritance. But his brotherโs effort to have the body returned from Victoria to be buried close to home, shows that the close family ties were not cut.
Elizabeth’s story will be continued in the next post…
[i] NSW Death Certificate Transcription, Mary Ann Greenwood Reg no 1858/5056
[ii] https://ageofrevolutions.com/2023/04/24/a-low-surly-growl-returning-to-britain-after-the-napoleonic-wars/ Accessed 6 March 2026
[iii] Catherine Arnold, Underworld London: Crime & Punishment in the Capital, Simon & Schuster 2012 p153
[iv] Globe, Wednesday 04 June 1834 p. 4, via https://australianroyalty.net.au/, accessed 8 March 2026
[v] William was born in May 1832 and baptised in Parramatta the year after their arrival: Reference Number: REG/COMP/3; Description: Vol 03, Baptisms, 1834-1838; Parish: St. John’s Anglican Church Parramatta.
Via Ancestry.com, accessed 8 March 2026[vi] https://www.prisonhistory.org/, accessed 8 March 2026
[vii] Australian Joint Copying Project. Microfilm Roll 90, Class and Piece Number HO11/9, Page Number 405 (204)
Via https://australianroyalty.net.au/tree/purnellmccord.ged/source/S81/State-Library-of-Queensland-Convict-Transportation-Registers-Database-1787-1867-database-on-line, accessed 8 March 2026[viii] Ian Nicholson, Log of Logs vol 1, Published by the author jointly with The Association for Maritime History, p202
[ix] https://freesettlerorfelon.com/convict_ship_george_hibbert_1834.htm, accessed 8 March 2026
[x] There is no accurate shipboard record of the number and names of the children accompanying Mary Ann. One record incorrectly states that she had five sons and two daughters with her โ almost certainly an error in the original or its later transcription. The names of the younger children appear when they are admitted to the Orphan Schools after disembarkation.
[xi] https://freesettlerorfelon.com/convict_ship_george_hibbert_1834.htm, accessed 24 March 2026
[xii] Bateson, Charles: Convict Ships 1787-1868, Library of Australian History, 1983, pp 352-353, 389
[xiii] New South Wales and Tasmania, Australia Convict Musters, 1806-1849, Class: HO 10; Piece: 33. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 8 March 2026
[xiv] Sydney Morning Herald 18 Dec 1834 p2, Via Trove, accessed 24 March 2026
[xv] State Archives NSW, Series 4/2246.4, Male orphan School 1834, Letter 34/9179 16 Dec 1834
[xvi] NSW, Australia, Registers of Convicts’ Applications to Marry, 1826-1851, State Archives NSW; Series: 12212; Item: 4/4513; Page: 7. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 25 March 2026
[xvii] Jenny Pearce, Kings School Archivist, personal correspondence 26 & 27 March 2018
[xviii] https://www.whitlam.org/history-of-the-female-orphan-school, accessed 25 March 2026
[xix] NSW, Australia, St. John’s Parramatta, Marriages, 1790-1966, Reference Number: REG/COMP/3; Description: Vol 03, Baptisms, 1834-1838; Marriages, 1834-1838; Burials, 1834-1838; Parish: St. John’s Anglican Church Parramatta. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 26 March 2026
[xx] The National Archives; London, England, UK; Home Office: Settlers and Convicts, New South Wales and Tasmania; Class: HO 10; Piece: 16. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 26 March 2026
[xxi] NSW Australia, Colonial Secretary’s Papers, 1788-1856, Series: NRS 898; Reel or Fiche Numbers: Reels 6020-6040, 6070; Fiche 3260-3312. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 26 March 2026
[xxii] Australia Births & Baptisms 1792-1981, Henry Francis Shaw, FHL Film Number 993952. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 26 March 2026
[xxiii] State Archives NSW, 4/2413.2, Orphan School Application for apprentices 39/12945
[xxiv] State Archives NSW 4/2413.2, Orphan School Applications for apprentices 39/11967
[xxv] State Archives NSW, 4/2413.2, Orphan School Application for apprentices 39/12945
[xxvi] State Archives NSW; Series: 12212; Item: 4/4513; Page: 7, Register of Convict Applications to Marry. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 26 March 2026
[xxvii] State Archives NSW; Series: NRS 12202; Item: [4/4147], NSW Australia, Tickets of Leave, 1810-1869.
Via Ancestry.com, accessed 26 March 2026[xxviii] Gov L Macquarie, Rules & Regulations for the management of female convicts at the new Factory at Parramatta, 31 Jan 1821, Via State Library NSW online, accessed 25 March 2026
[xxix] 1830 ‘Classified Advertising’, The Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser (NSW 1803 – 1842), 20 Nov p. 4., accessed 28 Mar 2026, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2196551
[xxx] State Archives NSW; Roll: 856, Gaol Description and Entrance Books, 1818-1930. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 29 July 2019
[xxxi] Parramatta Female Factory Friends Newsletter, Autumn 2026 issue, p5.
[xxxii] NSW Government Gazette Wed 30 Sept 1835. Via Trove, accessed 12 June 2019
[xxxiii] The Sydney Gazette & NSW Advertiser, 21 Jan 1837, โPolice Incidentsโ, p3. Via Trove, accessed 29 July 2019
[xxxiv] State Archives NSW; Series: NRS 12202; Item: [4/4146],NSW Australia, Tickets of Leave, 1810-1869. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 13 June 2019
[xxxv] Sydney, Australia, Anglican Parish Registers, 1814-2011, Mary Greenwood and George Chalker, 3 March 1841. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 27 March 2026
[xxxvi] https://www.monaropioneers.com/chalkerjh.htm, accessed 28 March 2026
[xxxvii] Australia, Marriage Index, 1788-1950; Sophia Greenwood & George Stevens 1841, Vol V. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 29 March 2026
[xxxviii] New South Wales, Australia, St. John’s Parramatta, Baptisms, 1790-1916, William Stevens baptism 1852. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 29 March 2026
[xxxix] State Archives NSW 4/2413.2 Orphan School Applications for apprentices, [39/7249]; 1926 ‘Old Sydney’, Truth (Sydney, NSW: 1894 – 1954), 5 September, p24
Accessed 9 Jun 2026, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article168725762[xl] 1844 ‘Advertising’, The Sydney Morning Herald) 14 June, p1. Via Trove, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article12423515 accessed 29 Mar 2026
[xli] 1840 ‘Police Report’, Australasian Chronicle (Sydney, NSW : 1839 – 1843), 28 February, p2. Via Trove, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article31727700 accessed 29 Mar 2026
[xlii] Sydney, Australia, Anglican Parish Registers, 1814-2011, Ellen Greenwood & George Simpson 24 Jan 1848. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 29 March 2026
[xliii] https://www.riverstonehistoricalsociety.org.au/blog/?page_id=193, accessed 29 March 2026
[xliv] “Berrima Quarter Sessions.” Morning Chronicle (Sydney, NSW :1843 – 1846) 18 December 1844 p3.
Via Trove, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article31744242ccessed 30 Mar 2026.[xlv] Sydney Morning Herald Mon 8 Jan 1844, Advertising, p3. Via Trove, accessed 30 March 2026
[xlvi] Carol Liston, Historical biography relating to land ownership along the South Creek corridor, Sydney, Australia (2014), University of Western Sydney. Dataset available at State Archives NSW
[xlvii] Deed of mortgage, James Badgery to Andrew Badgery and Thomas Roberts, General Register of Deeds, Book 6, Page 146, NSW Land Registry Services, HLRV, NSW LRS, https://hlrv.nswlrs.com.au. Accessed 6 June 2026
[xlviii] Primary Application 8474, Parishes of Bringelly and Cabramatta NSW State Archives references: AONSW 6/10119 and K260298
[xlix] The Australian 22 July 1845 p3, Via Trove, accessed 26 Feb 2026
[l] Sydney, Australia, Anglican Parish Registers, 1814-2011, Harrietta Amelia Shaw, 30 Aug 1846. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 30 March 2026
[li] Australia Death Index, 1787-1985, Harrietta Amelia Tucker, 20094 /1926. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 30 March 2026
[lii] https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/188503611/louisa-agnes-curby, accessed 31 March 2026;
Australia Marriage Index, 1788-1950 Louisa Roberts & Joshua Curby reg 196/1867; Aust Birth Index 1788-1922, Albert Roberts reg V1850568 35. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 31 March 2026[liii] New South Wales, Australia, St. John’s Parramatta, Burials, 1790-1986 Henry Frances Shaw 30 March 1852.
Via Ancestry.com, accessed 31 March 2026
[liv] The Sydney Morning Herald Tues 15 Sept 1857 p8. Via Trove, accessed 31 March 2026
[lv] Bellโs Life & Sporting Chronicle, 26 Sept 1857. Via Trove, accessed 24 Feb 2026
[lvi] https://historyandheritage.cityofparramatta.nsw.gov.au/blog/2013/08/21/the-red-cow-inn-parramatta, accessed 1 April 2026
[lvii] Sydney Morning Herald 2 Dec 1856 p2. Via Trove, accessed 31 May 2026
[lviii] Sydney Moring Herald 9 March 1857 p2. Via Trove, accessed 31 May 2026
[lix] NSW Births Deaths & Marriages, Thomas Roberts reg 4781/1858
[lx] 1858 ‘Advertising’, Empire (Sydney, NSW: 1850 – 1875), 31 May, p 3 Accessed 8 Jun 2026, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article60422813
[lxi] 1859 โIn Insolvency’, New South Wales Government Gazette (Sydney, NSW: 1832 – 1900), 13 December, p2742. Accessed 8 Jun 2026, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article228603904
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[lxvi] ย Australian Town & Country Journal Sat 5 Aug 1876 p6. Via Trove, accessed 4 April 2026
*Probate pack for Thomas Roberts at NSW State Archives: Thomas Roberts Date of Death 14 April 1858, Probate Granted 19 May 1858, State Archives NSW NRS-13660-1 [14/3302]-Series 1-4058‘Notorious strumpets & dangerous girls’: Convict women in Tasmania
Recently my husband and I spent a week visiting some of our favourite spots in Tasmania (hello Freycinet, Bicheno, Ross, Richmond, and the beautiful Huon Valley!)
While in Hobart, I took the opportunity to go to the Cascades Female Factory historic site. Around 7,000 women walked through the entry gate during its nearly thirty years of operation in the first half of the 1800s.
The term ‘female factory’ puzzled me when I first heard of it. Essentially, the factories were prisons or barracks to house convicts; but they were also places of work where women laboured at various tasks, depending on which institution they were in and their status in the highly regimented convict system.
For example, they might be set to weaving, unravelling tangled, tarry ships’ ropes for re-use, laundering clothes and sheets from the nearby town, or sewing garments. Hence the term ‘factory’. The women made things or did jobs others didn’t want to do.
In addition, these sites operated as marriage market (free settlers or emancipated men could apply to marry one of the ‘better behaved’ women), maternity hospital, and nursery of sorts (although the infant mortality rate was often horrendous).
I was most familiar with the older Female Factory at Parramatta in NSW, so I was keen to visit the Cascades to compare and contrast the experiences of women there.
I joined an hour-long tour entitled Notorious Strumpets and Difficult Girls. That quote, by the way, comes from the surgeon superintendent’s report on a transport ship about a youngster, Julia Mullins, in 1826.
This is the kind of language that men in authority felt free to use about the women in their ‘care’ if they were unfortunate enough to end up in the British justice system of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. As the guide on my tour remarked, the transportation system was ‘cruel, unfair and arbitrary.’ No one questioned why these women and girls ended up in a crowded, filthy gaol, in a court room, or on a transport ship. The thinking of the time held that there was a ‘convict class’, you were usually born into it, and nothing could change your life trajectory.
As it turned out, for some women, transportation did just that. If they survived the challenges of the system and served their sentence, some were able to make a real go of it in their new home. For most, the idea of returning home was laughable – who had the money for an expensive fare on a sailing ship? So they made the best of it, and some fortunate ones went on to have lives far superior to what they’d have endured had they remained in Britain. Among these were women I have researched and written about in the Travels with my Ancestors series on this blog.
The Notorious Strumpets tour told the story of seven women, all of whom had some experience of the Cascades Factory. Mostly their stories were pretty grim, with a couple who defied the odds and lived reasonable lives afterwards. Many factory women had left family behind when they boarded the transportation ships; lost babies or toddlers on the voyage or in the unhealthy ‘lying-in hospital’ or nursery; all of them experienced trauma of some sort from the time of their arrest and trial.
The strumpets were likely to be those women and girls who were not compliant, who did not keep their mouths shut and their eyes downcast. They spoke out, acted up, made trouble, got drunk, had sex with partners (male or female) not approved of by authorities. For these things they were punished, over and over again. The tour brought them to life in a respectful way, not overly dramatising things (because honestly, their lives were already pretty dramatic) and not glossing over their often troubling behaviours.
Among the saddest stories for me were the women who lived long lives of crime coupled with frequent homelessness. They lived surrounded by violence, both real and threatened. The odds were so stacked against them, yet they continued to defy, choose their own paths, exercise an agency of sorts. But they lived on the edge, among the most vulnerable in a harsh and unfair world. We were shown photos of some women, usually ‘mug shots’ taken when they entered other prisons after the Factory. The harshness of their world was etched in the lines on weathered faces, the rage or defeat in their eyes.
If you are in Hobart I highly recommend a visit to the Cascades Female Factory. While only a small proportion of the built environment of the factory still stands, the interpretive centre, displays and tours are excellent. It is a place to learn, to reflect, to pay respects to the women who lived, worked, suffered and survived.
One husband and wife in my family tree arrived in Tasmania not as convicts, but as employees in the Launceston Female Factory in the north of the island. They were free settlers and got work at the factory – he as Gatekeeper and his wife as Assistant Matron. These were positions of some responsibility; they were gained (as was so often the case in this era) not through previous work experience or particular skills, but rather by presenting as ‘respectable’ people who would be willing to operate in a regimented and punishing system.
An engrossing book, prepared by the excellent Female Convicts Research Centre and published by Convict Women’s Press in Hobart in 2013, tells the history of this establishment, through the stories of the many women who entered its grounds as prisoners. Edited by Lucy Frost & Alice Meredith Hodgson, Convict Lives: The Launceston Female Factory is divided into a number of themes such as ‘Out of Ireland’, ‘The mixed blessings of motherhood’, ‘Resisting reform’, ‘Family sagas’, ‘Difficult ends’.
Once again, the determination of some women to defy, subvert or game the system is a thread that runs through many of the stories. There is tragedy too – how could there not be? – and a sense of the toughness of these people that British society preferred not to think about.
It’s a slim volume but a terrific read. I felt the coldness within the Factory walls, the longing for home of those inside, the quest for companionship and love, the squalor and overcrowding, the hungry bellies and the aching bones of the prisoners. I celebrated those who survived, who went on to marry, have healthy children, run businesses, find comfort and security in their lives after the Factory.
This book is a valuable little resource for my family history research and writing. It’s also a testament to the lives of the women who came here most unwillingly to take part in the absurd, harsh and quixotic experiment that was the convict transportation system.
Travels with my Ancestors #28: The rags to riches tale of the Roberts Family Part Four
This is the Part Four of the epic story of my 4 x great-grandparents, William Roberts and Jane Longhurst.
In the Part Three, the couple were working hard to establish themselves in the colony, busy with William’s road-building work for the Governor, their hotel business in Sydney, and farming ventures. Their lives had transformed along with the settlement of Sydney Town around them.
Part Four: Life after WilliamThey did not have long to enjoy their prosperous new life together. In September 1819 Williamโs good fortune had run its course and he died, aged in his mid-sixties.[i] He was buried in the Devonshire Street Burial Ground (now the site of Central Railway Station.)[ii]
Heโd survived the worst of the worst on the hulks and the Neptune. Now he was gone and Jane faced a future without him. William had signed a will in May that year with his mark (X), and it was witnessed by three men: William Hutchinson, James Master and a Mr Robinson. [iii]
One of those three was to play a significant role in the familyโs future.
In that document, he had left Jane five hundred pounds sterling in cashโa substantial legacy. In addition, she had ownership of the Kings Arms Hotel: the property itself, the stock in trade and all household furniture and other items. She was also bequeathed twenty head of horned cattle. All the legacies for her sole and exclusive use and benefit โฆfor the term of her natural life, Free from the Control of any person. She was thirty-six, financially comfortable, but with eight children to raise to adulthood.
To those children, their father had made additional legacies. His extensive wealth and properties were to be distributed amongst them all. Eldest son William, fourteen at the time, was bequeathed five hundred pounds, and the farm and properties at Liverpool, including the โHalfway Houseโ inn there, and ten head of cattle. Twins Charles and Thomas (aged twelve) each received five hundred pounds and ten head of cattle. They were to share in the interest from a property at Castlereagh Street, Sydney. Likewise Richard (aged nine) received cattle, plus the rental from three tenements on Castlereagh Street. Joseph (aged five) was left a house on Hunter Street (plus, of course, cattle). The youngest son James (just three years old) also received cattle, along with a house and land in Hunter Street and a small cottage in Castlereagh Street.
The daughters were not forgotten. Eldest girl Ann (known by her middle name as Jane) had married earlier that year and had received a generous dowry from her parents. However, if any of her siblings died, she was to have a share of their legacy. Elizabeth (aged six) was left a brick house on Elizabeth Street (and the obligatory cattle). She was also included with the three others who were equally bequeathed the proceeds from rent of another estate on Parramatta Road.
Their mother proved to be a woman who would not take a backward step. She continued managing the business interests she and William had established. Six months after his death, she wrote to the Colonial Secretary, requesting payment for outstanding amounts owed to William for his work on various government projects.[iv]The next year, she wrote to the Governor, requesting the land grant earlier promised by him to William.
Her petition said:
To His Excellency Governor Macquarie,
The respectful memorial of Jane Roberts most humbly states:
That your memorialist is the relict of the late William Roberts to whom Your Excellency was once kindly pleased to promise some portion of land before your departure from the Colony. Hopes ye will excuse her troubling him at this time and not attending personally, having been in very ill state of health for several monthsโ past.
That the number of horned cattle now the property of memorialist on behalf of her family nearly approaches two hundred head, which are very much neglected and is obliged to pay Mr Grono of Windsor for four years each twenty-five pounds per annum, through not having pasture of her own, prays that Your Excellency will be pleased to confer on such portion of land in any part of the country Your Excellency may seem meet.
And your memorialist will be truly grateful for such favour.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Jane RobertsShe was granted 200 acres of grazing land at Bathurst, on the lands of the Wiradjuri people.[v] She also had at least two convicts assigned to her there: labourers and one โmechanicโ (a skilled worker or tradesman).[vi] It meant she could continue operating the hotel and other business interests in Sydney, while the farm was managed by an overseer and workers.
Those workers would have been aware when hostilities broke out between the Europeans and Wiradjuri. The flood of settlers taking up land for their sheep and cattle in the early 1820s had a devastating effect on the lifestyle and sustainability of the Wiradjuri, who began to fight back under leadership of men such as Windradyne, with guerrilla raids on stock, buildings, crops, graziers and their workers.
Governor Brisbane, who replaced Macquarie in 1821, declared martial law in 1824, effectively giving magistrates, troops and settlers authority to use summary force against any Wiradjuri including women and children. Wiradjuri were shot or poisoned and retaliated with increased attacks of their own.[vii]
Back in Sydney, Jane could not read the newspaper accounts of those events but must have heard tales around the hotel bar or in stores as she shopped for the family. What did she make of these troubled times? Did she think about the terrible toll on the Wiradjuri people, or was the viability of her farming ventures in the bathurst area her primary concern? We will never know.
In 1820 she was one of only eight female shareholders in the newly established Bank of New South Wales, along with the likes of Elizabeth Macquarie, the Governorโs wife, with an initial deposit of ยฃ600. [viii] This was a significant amount of money to place in the new bank. As she entered the bank on the day she made this first deposit, did she hold her head a little higher, make her step a little firmer, knowing she was joining a select few: women like herself who had done well in the colony and exceeded the expectations of her betters? To her initial deposit she added over ยฃ1300 later that year, money that had been owed to her husband for his government work.[ix]

Document listing early shareholders at Bank NSW, showing Jane Roberts
Photograph by author of original held at NSW Sate Archives in 2026The settler society that had been transplanted from Britain may have allowed space for energetic women like Jane to conduct successful businesses and farms; but people in trade did not generally mix socially with people of private means. The convict stain, too, seeped through all aspects of society; it would be hard for her to overcome this, despite her newfound wealth.
However, there were plenty of social connections and opportunities within large families and the emancipist community, and this is where Jane would socialise: with her family and with others like her in business, trade, or farmers visiting town from the regions. Here she could stand with pride about what she had achieved, as Williamโs wife and since his death. Her children were growing up and taking their places as prosperous members of colonial society.
She could not have been prepared for the appalling tragedy that was about to overtake one of her children.
~
Jane and Williamโs first-born, Ann (known as Jane), was just fifteen in the year her father died, and she had fallen in love with a wealthy emancipist from London named Solomon Levey. On the day that Solomon received his absolute pardon he asked young Jane to marry him.[x]
Whatever reservations her parents may have had about her young age were overridden, because within three days the couple were married.[xi] Young Jane was given a substantial dowry by her parents, but Solomon was wealthy in his own right from his business and property holdings, and held in wide esteem by others in Sydneyโs commercial society, so they didnโt have to worry that he was a โgold diggerโ after their daughterโs money. Solomon and his young wife had two children, a boy John (born the same year his parents married) and a girl, another Jane, born in February 1822.[xii]
Young Janeโs youth and inexperience led her into an illicit affair with another man, who very likely was after her money. With toddler John, and her baby no more than six months old, this very young mother must have been caught up in a maelstrom of emotional and psychological turmoil.
Her unhappy husband Solomon posted a pre-emptive notice in the Sydney newspaper:
This is to caution the public from giving trust or credit to my wife, Mrs Ann {Jane}Levey, as I will not be responsible for any debt or debts she may contract. 25 August 1821.[xiii]The affair ended in the worst possible way. Young Jane’s lover beat her and kept her captive for months, denying her medical help, until she eventually died, in February 1824.[xiv] Tragically her baby daughter had died the month before.[xv] If her abuser told her that awful news, Jane senior’s torment would have been complete. Two lives had been snuffed out before they had properly begun. Solomonโs beloved wife and their tiny daughter, both gone.
Jane seniorโs sorrow that her daughter suffered and died at the hands of a brutal man was profound and bitter. It was an event that shocked Sydney society and left indelible scars on Jane, her other children, and on Solomon, who never remarried.
The obituary for young Jane echoes the sympathy her terrible death aroused, even in a community where violence and abuse were commonplace:
On Friday, the 30th ult. Mrs. Ann {Jane} Levey, the wife of S{olomon}Levey, 72, George-street, Sydney. Her complaint originated in a hurt from the brutal treatment of her seducer, joined with his inhumanity in not allowing her medical advice for four months past, and during that time she was allowed no female servant to attend her; but she sincerely repented of her conduct to an injured husband, and fervently prayed for forgiveness. The funeral was respectably attended, on Sunday, from her mother’s house (Mrs. Jane Roberts), Hunter-street.[xvi]
Solomon maintained his personal and business connections to the Roberts family, including with his brother-in-law Richard Roberts.[xvii] In 1827 he returned to London to pursue business affairs, until his death there in 1833.[xviii]
Jane’s story will be continued in my next post.
[i] Australia Death Index, 1787-1985, William Roberts 1819, volume no V18194395 2b.
Via Ancestry.com, accessed 11 Dec 2025[ii] Australia and New Zealand, Find A Grave Index, 1800s-Current, William Roberts, 1819.
Via Ancestry.com, accessed 11 Dec 2025[iii] NSW State Archives NRS-13660-1-[14/3176]-Series 1_53 William Roberts Date of death 13 Sept 1819, Granted on [Not known]
[iv] New South Wales, Australia, Colonial Secretary’s Papers, 1788-1856, Series: NRS 897; Reel or Fiche Numbers: Reels 6041-6064, 6071-6072, p358. Via records.nsw.gov.au, Accessed 14 Jan 2026
[v] Col Sec Papers, Series: NRS 898; Reel or Fiche Numbers: Reels 6020-6040, 6070; Fiche 3260-3312, p68
Via Ancestry.com, accessed 6 Jan 2026[vi] Col Sec Papers, Series: NRS 898; Reel or Fiche Numbers: Reels 6020-6040, 6070; Fiche 3260-3312, p91
Via Ancestry.com, accessed 6 Jan 2026[vii] Keneally, Thomas: Australians: A Short History, Allen & Unwin,2016, pp 25-260
[viii] Johns, Leanne: Women in Colonial Commerce 1817-1820, ANU, 2001, p51. Accessed 14 Dec 2025
[ix] Johns, Leanne, p86
[x] Biography – Solomon Levey – Australian Dictionary of Biography (anu.edu.au) Accessed 14 Dec 2025
[xi] New South Wales, Australia, Butts of Marriage Licenses, 1813โ1835, 1894, Licenses for Marriages, 1813-1827; NRS Number: NRS 1037; Reel Number: 2281; Volume Number: 4/1710. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 17 Jan 2026
[xii] Australia Birth Index, 1788-1922 John Levey born 1819 Volume No V18195019 1b; Australia, Births and Baptisms, 1792-1981 Jane Levey born 1820 FHL Film No 993949. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 12 Jan 2026
[xiii] Sydney Gazette and NSW Advertiser 25 August 1821, p2 Via Trove, accessed 16 Dec 2025
[xiv] Australia Death Index, 1787-1985 Ann Levey died 1824 Vol no V18245984 2b.
Via Ancestry.com, accessed 12 Jan 2026[xv] Australia and New Zealand, Find A Grave Index, 1800s-Current, Jane Levey Jan 1824. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 17 Jan 2026
[xvi] Sydney Gazette and NSW Advertiser 5 February 1824 Via Trove, accessed 16 Dec 2025
[xvii] ‘Shipping intelligence’, The Gleaner (Sydney, NSW: 1827), 4 August, p. 4, accessed 18 Jan 2026, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article251535458
[xviii] Biography – Solomon Levey – Australian Dictionary of Biography (anu.edu.au), accessed 17 Jan 2026
Travels with my ancestors #25: The Rags to Riches Tale of the Roberts Family

How did an illiterate horse thief from Warwickshire survive the worst transport ship in the history of convict voyages to Australia, then go on to become the Governor’s ‘go-to man’ for road and infrastructure projects in early Sydney? How did he transform himself from a wretched convict into a wealthy land owner, hotelier, husband and father?
The answer surely includes some good luck. Also, a finely tuned instinct for preservation, dogged hard work, and an ability to grasp the opportunities that the transportation system offered – if you could first survive the cruelties of the British justice system at the time.
William Roberts was my 4 x great-grandfather and his epic story illustrates how someone with physical and mental strength, with a generous dollop of luck, could do that.
His wife, Jane Longhurst, had an equally intruiging tale. I have written an earlier post about Jane and how she and William connected after both were transported; you can read it here.
WILLIAM ROBERTS (Abt. 1754 โ 1819)
and
JANE LONGHURST / LONGEST (1783 โ 1836)
Part One: Surviving
26 March 1787, Warwickshire, England
When William Roberts reluctantly entered the courtroom of the Warwick Assizes in early spring 1787, it was likely the most modern building heโd ever been inside. The dark wood of the public benches, and the prisoner dock where he stood, shone from regular polishing. Completed eleven years earlier, the courtrooms in the Warwick Shire Hall commanded solemnity, silence andโfor the accusedโenormous stress.
All eyes were on the Judgeโs bench with its red leather seat and curtains, which would be drawn around the bench when a death sentence was pronounced. On a hook next to the bench hung the black cap the Judge would don at that moment. Surely, William would not receive the worst possible penalty for his crime of horse theft?
Mr Justice Heath heard sixty cases before pronouncing all verdicts together, at the end.[i] They were dealt with quickly, on average no more than ten minutes per matter, the sharp sound of the gavel punctuating the conclusion of one and the beginning of the next. William was not the only one facing a charge of horse stealing; there were two others like him, and men and women variously accused of theft of sheep, burglary, house breaking and robbery. Twenty-four times the guilty verdict was pronounced, the curtains drawn and the black cap positioned on top of His Honourโs head. Twenty-four lives to be ended at the gallows.
Most had no money to employ someone to put their case before the Court, had that even been allowed. They now had to hope for mercy from His Majesty King George III.
Thankfully that mercy arrived quickly. Just five days later, William and the other condemned were told that their sentences had been commuted to Transportation to the Eastern Coast of New South Wales, or some one of the islands adjacent, for seven years.[ii]
But what, exactly, did that mean? And where in the world was New South Wales?
~
If he could have looked at a map, heโd have been amazed and horrified at the vast expanse of ocean that lay between his prison in the midlands of England and the new British colony of New South Wales. Heโd been raised in the landlocked county of Warwickshire, where the River Leam ambled its way north of the village of Leamington Hastings, his likely birthplace in 1754.[iii] Heโd had nothing to prepare him for a voyage across the seas.

Map of England & Warwickshire
Source: https://www.visitnorthwest.com/counties/warwickshire/Thereโd been Roberts in villages and towns to the south and east of the city of Birmingham for many years.[iv] Most probably worked as agricultural labourers on the farms spread around that part of the county. Life was basic at best, beggared at worst, precarious always. The grand manor house that centuries ago had been home to the local lords, the Hastang family, were not for the likes of the Roberts. They made do from whatever labour or trades they could, settling in places called Arrow, Alcester, Salford Priors, along with Williamโs own village where heโd been raised with his older sister Elizabeth and younger brother Thomas.[v]
William had been baptised privately, then brought into the church some days later to have the baptism confirmed in front of the congregation.[vi]This often happened when those present at a birth thought that the baby might not survive until a church baptism could be held. In the case of this baby, he proved to be a survivorโseveral times over.
When he was nine, heโd witnessed his parentโs grief as they buried their baby boy Job, dead within a month of birth. Not a survivor, sadly for the Roberts family. Thomas and Ann had tried again for another boy, born seven months later. He too was baptised Job. They buried that tiny body weeks later.[vii]
There were no more children.
~In his thirties William was working, possibly on an estate known as โWootton Park,โ about twenty kilometres west of Leamington Hastings. Built a century earlier, it had a manor hall, workersโ accommodation and landscaped grounds set amidst fertile green farmland.[viii] Workers kept the manor house in good repair and tended the expansive landscaped gardens. Given the nature of the terrible mistake he was about to make, itโs very possible that he worked in the stables, feeding, watering, and grooming the horses of the estate owners.
His employment at โWootton Hallโ may have provided him with lodgings as well as wages: a real boon as labouring or unskilled work barely brought in enough to cover weekly expenses like lodging and food.

Wootton Hall, Wooton Wawen, Warwickshire UK. Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Wootton_Wawen_Wootton_Hall_002.JPG
What he did next would turn all that upside down.
He stole a horse, a gelding, probably from the estateโa risky business, stealing from your employer, if thatโs what he did. If he enjoyed whatever time he had with the horse, crouching over its mane as it galloped away from Wootton, he would soon regret it. Whether he took the valuable animal to sell, to keep, or to trade, his plan came to a crashing halt when he was arrested and sent to a gaol, probably in Warwick, to await his trial.
After the sentencing, he was transferred in October to the prison hulk Stanislaus on the Thames in London.[ix] Here he was in the company of several other fellows who, like him, had escaped the death penalty at the Warwick Courthouse: Thomas Hughes, James Anderson, Richard Frinchett, James Royal Loome. Their hearts sank as they were rowed out to the decommissioned naval ship moored at Woolwich and clambered the rope up its dripping, rotting side. The old ship looked like a dark, monstrous, crouching thing on the water.
Below, each deck was divided lengthways by metal bars, behind which they were crammed in close together. The smells from disease, unwashed bodies and clothes, and stale air were overwhelming. The other prisoners were thin, despairing, sickly men, many in rags and without shoes. There were some hard-faced veterans of the hulks, but also lads of nine or ten.
Life on the hulks was barely a life. He needed every ounce of courage and strength to face each day.
Their rations were poor: mouldy bread, hard shipโs biscuit, some thin soup with a small portion of cheap meat to be divided among each mess of six or more men. They drank weak beer or water from the filthy Thames.[x]
Each morning they were taken off to labour in work teams: digging moats or building embankments, dredging the thick river mud, construction work on docks, breaking up rocks. Each evening they were returned to the hulk to eat and sleep. The next day, and the next, and all the following days repeated the same pattern. Along with the hard labour, they had to avoid fights between prisoners, obey orders barked at them by guards, stay out of trouble, and hope not to succumb to illnessโthe only thing that flourished on board.
The hulks were the authoritiesโ solution to the developing problem of overcrowding in prisons across the land. Monied people had pressured the Government to address an alarming increase in property crimes: theft, burglary, poaching, highway robbery. Soon such offences were on an ever-expanding list of crimes for which death, or a long prison term, were the usual sentences. For some time, miscreants had been sent away to the American colonies. Wealthy folks were happy with this โout of sight, out of mindโ solution.
In 1775 that all changed. The Revolutionary War in America stopped the easy transfer of Britainโs law breakers. Unsuitable old gaols were groaning under the strain of more men, women and children pushed through their gates. At the same time, there was growing distaste and unease about the number of offences for which people could be hanged, resulting in more death penalties commuted, more prisoners needing to be incarcerated long term. What was to be done?
The hulks provided a solutionโof sorts.
After the First Fleet of ships set off for the new colony of New South Wales in 1787, it seemed that the problem of crowded gaols would be solved by resuming the system of transportation. In the meantime, those waiting to be sent away had to be put somewhere.
Six months after arriving on the Stanislaus, William and his fellow Warwickshire prisoner, Thomas Hughes, were sent south to the harbour at Portsmouth, where yet another prison ship awaited them.[xi] The conditions on the Lion proved no better. They were kept here for twenty long months.
Was William told the news that he would, finally, be transferred to a ship that would sail to New South Wales? Or simply bundled onto a rowboat and sent across to clamber up the side of the new vessel? Either way, he would have felt relief to have the hulk at his back at last. Whatever lay ahead in that mysterious place, New South Wales, at least on the voyage thereโd be some rest from back-breaking work, and being at sea might even be a kind of reprieve: fresher air, new sights, perhaps even some sunshine.
He was to be horribly disappointed.
~
Along with nearly five hundred other convicts he boarded the Neptune in December 1789. They quickly realised that the hulks had been merely a prelude to further suffering.
After a month of loading provisions for the voyage, as well as tools, animals and equipment for the colonial settlement, they sailed out of Portsmouth harbour in mid- January 1790.[xii] There was no opportunity for prisoners to watch the dwindling shores of Englandโfrom the outset they were bundled below decks, the seventy-eight women in a separate area, the men chained in twos or threes on a lower deck.
The prisoners could not have known it, but the ship and its captain, Donal Traill, had previously been in the business of transporting enslaved people from Africa to North America. The new cargo was treated in a similar way.
They were starved on low rations, because the Captain had orders from the Neptuneโs owners, the private contractors Camden, Calvert & King, to sell excess provisions on the way if possible. The Government contract paid a flat rate per prisoner boarded each ship. It had nothing to say about how many should be disembarked once they reached Sydney Cove. It was a perfect opportunity for contractors out to make an easy profit.
The ship anchored at Cape Town in April, too late for the forty-eight men and one woman who had already died.[xiii] Many of those still alive, especially the men kept in irons for the whole voyage, were desperately ill: malnourished, their muscles atrophying from lack of movement, infections from lying in their own filth. The stench of rotting teeth and gums from scurvy, the dreaded blight of life at sea, filled the close air of the prisonersโ decks. Some lemon or lime juice would have fixed that, but not for these prisoners.
They were tormented by lice, suffered in the hot airlessness of the tropics, then shivered in the colder southern regions. The meagre food was often fought over by those who could still fight. Sometimes, no fighting was necessary: if a prisoner died, those closest would quickly take the rations and hope the death would not be discovered for a little while. When a corpse was found by guards, it would be taken above and tossed unceremoniously into the sea.
There was plenty of death. It was the one thing the hell-ship had in abundance.
The Neptune made good time on this voyage, sailing into Port Jackson on 28 June 1790, but one hundred and fifty men and eleven women had not survived the voyage. Once known, the total number of dead convicts on the Second Fleet appalled even authorities in far-off London: over a quarter of all prisoners on the four transport ships that made up the fleet, and a third of those wretches on the Neptune, died on the journey. Within eight months of arrival, forty percent were dead.[xiv]
For the ragged, starving convicts of the First Fleet and their equally hungry guards on shore that day, who were hoping the new ships had brought fresh supplies and strong bodies to help grow more food, the sight of the crippled, dying and very sick passengers disembarking from the Neptune was horrifying. More mouths to feed, more sick bodies to care for in the rudimentary hospital. The rations across the tiny, struggling settlement had already been drastically reduced by Governor Philip. How were they to survive without additional food and healthy people to do the work needed?
Even so, some of those watching were reduced to pity, even tears, at the plight of those crawling from the bowels of the Neptune. William was one of the survivors.
Work and freedom
His next challenge was simple: keep surviving. Firstly he had to get through his seven year sentence. In those early years, newly arrived convicts were set to work on the many projects needed by a fledgling settlement clinging to the edge of a huge, unknown continent. These included building, constructing rudimentary roads to make moving around the township easier, making bricks, fishing, growing grain or vegetables in the struggling government gardens. Prisoners were also assigned to military personnel and officers as servants and labourers.
Shelters were tents or simple wattle and daub huts with woven branches for shutters at their windows. Convicts built their own shelter, grew what food they could from a garden plot in their own time, lined up at the government store for dwindling rations.
During the months on board the hulks and the Neptune, William must have decided not to make the same mistake that had brought him to this wild British outpost. He worked hard in his assignment in Sydney and avoided coming to the attention of the guards or convict overseers for the wrong reasons. His industry was rewarded. Along with the punishments meted out for wrongdoing, there were some rewards for good behaviour.
By January 1794, just four years after his arrival in chains, he had been granted thirty acres of land in Sydney Town, near the Brickfields on the southern side of the settlement.[xv] This year was significant for another reason: he had served his sentence and was now a free man.[xvi] Never to return to his native England, he instead turned his mind to creating a new life in this place under the southern skies.
The land of New South Wales had been claimed for Britain by the first Governor, Arthur Phillip, in 1788. However, there was no negotiation, agreement, or treaty with the original people of that land. From then on, it was the Governor and his successors who decided who โownedโ or had the right to occupy, particular parcels of land. Land became one of the ways in which settlersโ and convictsโ behaviour could be rewarded, controlled or manipulated. Any convicts who wondered who really owned the land they were clearing, cultivating, or building on, generally kept those thoughts to themselves.
Did William or his fellow emancipists ever wonder about the Governorโs ability to hand out tracts of land to whomever he pleased? In their day-to-day work and movements around Sydney Town and outlying regions, convicts and freed men and women would encounter the people who had lived there before the English ships arrived. These meetings were sometimes friendly, sometimes not. The โnativesโ had an uncanny ability to melt into the bushland when they needed to, but they were beginning to push back against the encroachments of the white strangers.
From the first months after January 1788, the Indigenous people around Sydney had been struck down in horrifying numbers by unfamiliar diseases. Those whoโd arrived on the first fleet of convict ships, witnessed dead and dying people all around the harbour and its surrounds. The white settlersโ activities continued to destroy the waterways, food sources and hunting grounds that the Eora, Dharug and other groups relied on for their physical, spiritual, family, and cultural needs.
But the original people stayed, survived and resisted the theft of their Country.
Whether William and other transportees ever gave them much thought, is another question.
William and Jane’s story will be continued in my next post.
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[i] Birmingham Gazette April 2, 1787,
via https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/titles/ariss-birmingham-gazette, accessed 31 Jan 2026[ii] WRโs Warwick Assizes record: https://discovery.nationalarchives.gov.uk/details/r/C8999560
Reference: HO 47/6/91 Fol. 307. Date: 1787 Mar 31 Held by: The National Archives, Kew.
Accessed 28 Nov 2025[iii] Warwickshire County Record Office; Warwick, England; Warwickshire Anglican Registers; Roll: Engl/2/1015; Document Reference: DR 43 (for William Roberts) Accessed 29 Nov 2025
[iv] See Authorโs Note re factors guiding assumptions made about locations and records for this Roberts family.
[v] Warwickshire County Record Office; Warwick, England; Warwickshire Anglican Registers; Roll: Engl/2/1015; Document Reference: DR 43 (for Elizabeth Roberts); Warwickshire County Record Office; Warwick, England; Warwickshire Anglican Registers; Roll: Engl/2/1015; Document Reference: DR 43 (for Thomas Roberts). Accessed 29 Nov 2025
[vi] England, Warwickshire, Parish Registers, 1535-1963, database with images, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/3:1:S3HY-DZCS-LVB?cc=1462403&wc=XDTP-BZ9%3A42645501%2C1583866127%2C1583866128 : 13 March 2019), Warwickshire > Leamington-Hastings > Baptisms, marriages, burials 1705-1812 > image 23 of 80; from parish registers of the Church of England. Database and images, Warwick County Record Office, England. Accessed 29 Nov 2025
[vii] England, Select Births and Christenings, 1538-1975 FHL Film Number 548390, 555353, Web address /search/collections/9841/records/121235106?tid=73626398&pid=202711239221&ssrc=pt
Warwickshire County Record Office; Warwick, England; Warwickshire Anglican Registers; Roll: Engl/2/1015; Document Reference: DR 43 (for Job Roberts 1);
Warwickshire County Record Office; Warwick, England; Warwickshire Anglican Registers; Roll: Engl/2/1015; Document Reference: DR 43;
Burial record for Job Roberts 1765 at FreeReg: https://www.freereg.org.uk/search_records/65b28ae2f493fd5ab33201eb/job-roberts-burial-warwickshire-leamington-hastings-1765-06-16?locale=en (for Job Roberts 2)
All accessed 29 Nov 2025[viii] https://www.ourwarwickshire.org.uk/content/catalogue_her/wootton-hall-park. Accessed 30 Nov 2025
[ix] Treasury records [T 1, 7, 39, 46, 62, 64, 172, 176, 229, 236, 247], 1783-1956 [microform]/Fonds T./Series T1/Subseries (Pieces 587-3031)/File 653. AJCP Reel No: 3551/Item 164/Lord Sydney with Mr Campbell’s return of convicts on board the Ceres and Stanislaus hulks
Via Trove at http://nla.gov.au/nla.obj-1271439159. Accessed 30 Nov 2025[x] https://www.historyextra.com/period/victorian/prison-hulks-britain-conditions-escapes-transportation-social-reform-charles-dickens/ Accessed 30 Nov 2025
[xi] Treasury records [T 1, 7, 39, 46, 62, 64, 172, 176, 229, 236, 247], 1783-1956 [microform]/Fonds T./Series T1/Subseries (Pieces 587-3031)/File 658. AJCP Reel No: 3551/Item. Lion’s report and accounts/
Via Trove at http://nla.gov.au/nla.obj-1271598671. Accessed 30 Nov 2025[xii] https://dictionaryofsydney.org/entry/neptune Accessed 30 Nov 2025
[xiii] Michael Flynn; The Second Fleet: Britain’s Grim Convict Armada of 1790 (Sydney: Library of Australian History, 2001) p1
[xiv] Michael Flynn; The Second Fleet: Britain’s Grim Convict Armada of 1790 p1
[xv] State Records Authority of New South Wales; Kingswood, NSW, Australia; Archive Reel: 1999; Series: NRS 1213; Description: Colonial Secretary: List of all Grants and Leases 1788-1809.
Via Ancestry.com, accessed 1 Dec 2025[xvi] State Records Authority of New South Wales; Kingswood, New South Wales, Australia; Title: Muster of Prisoners in the Colony, 1810-1820; Volume: 4/1237. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 2 Dec 2025
Authorโs Note on historical records: the Roberts Family
Locating the correct records for a family with such a common name as โRobertsโ is challenging, to say the least. My aim is to only include information for which I have verified sources. In some situations, I have had to do some guesswork, choosing those records which make sense based on the personโs location, age, life circumstances. Then Iโll use phrases or words like โabout,โ โpossibly,โ โlikely to have been.โ
Footnotes will take you to verified sources where Iโm confident I have the correct records; but I will always indicate if there is uncertainty about a particular fact or record.
In the case of the Roberts, I am sure that the family lived in the county of Warwickshire for at least several generations. The Roberts name pops up across the county; however I have pinpointed connections of family members across generations, around a cluster of small villages and hamlets in the region near Stratford-Upon-Avon (famous as Shakespeareโs birthplace) and east to Rugby. This area is south and southeast of the city of Birmingham.
Location is a factor that I use in my guesswork around which Roberts records belong in โmyโ Roberts tree: is it reasonable, given the historical time in which the record was generated, for a person to have been baptised in one village but end up at the other side of the county? Certainly that could happen, but where there is a Roberts record closer to their place of origin that fits all the other available facts, I will tend to favour that one.
Family circumstance is another piece of the puzzle. These people were mostly poor, so unlikely to have estates worth making a will for. Marriages licences were expensive; most working class people obtained permission to marriage via having the โmarriage bannsโ (intention to wed) published three times in their local parish prior to the wedding day. My reasoning here is that marriage records involving a licence are less likely to be for my Roberts folk.
Age, marital status, children: all additional pieces to fit into the big jigsaw of constructing a family tree, when the family name is such a common one and records not as forthcoming or informative as they are today.
I hope this gives you some insight into my thinking and that it helps you in making your own decisions about all this as you read.
Vivid colonial story: ‘The Governor, His Wife and His Mistress’ by Sue Williams
The third work of Australian historical fiction by Sue Williams, The Governor, His Wife and His Mistress tells the story of the naval officer who became the third governor of the British colony of New South Wales, but also the lesser-known entwined stories of the two women who shared parts of his life.
Williams has done this twice before, with great effect. Elizabeth and Elizabeth focused on the wives of Governor Lachlan Macquarie and John Macarthur. That Bligh Girl introduced Anna Bligh, the daughter of the notorious William Bligh (of ‘Mutiny on the Bounty’ fame) who replaced Gidley King as Governor in 1808.
As with those earlier novels, this new book gives a fabulous insight into the earliest, troubled years of the colony, from the point of view of women. A point of view usually overlooked in official histories of the men who, let’s be honest, made most of the decisions in those times.
Actually, this novel gives a vivid picture of the establishment of two colonies, because Gidley King was sent to put down British roots on Norfolk Island before returning to New South Wales. The author’s research is lightly handled but readers are privy to the many difficulties at both Port Jackson (later Sydney) and the even more remote Norfolk, and the logistical, moral and emotional challenges faced by successive governors.
By most historical accounts, Gidley King was an able and a fair and even handed adminsitrator. It is in his personal affairs that the other side of the man’s character are illuminated.
In this, he was definitely a man of his time and milieu. Men of his rank and situation often thought nothing of taking a convict wife as mistress, especially on the long voyage to the colonies. By the time the transport ships arrived, many had a baby on the way.
This is what happened to Ann Inett, a seamstress who had fallen on hard times when her soldier lover was killed in the Revolutionary War in America, leaving her with two small children to raise alone. One desperate crime sees Ann wrenched from her children, transported to New South Wales on a First Fleet ship, part of the great experiment of setting up a settlement from nothing on the other side of the world. Gidley King invites her to be his housekeeper, attracted by her obliging nature and quiet demeanour and, as they say, ‘one thing leads to another…’ A very common tale, part of Australia’s foundation story.
Dare I say it, more relevant to many modern Australians than the ANZAC story?
Before long, Ann has two young children with him, they are sent to Norfolk Island to endure even harder conditions there, then he is ordered to return to England…what will become of her?
It’s no spoiler to relate the next bit. Gidley King does return to Sydney. He had promised Ann marriage on his return but instead he brings back a wife, who is already expecting a baby!
It is to the author’s credit that she manages to relate this part of the story in a way which made me want to keep reading, rather than throw the book across the room. She took me into Gidley King’s head and his world view. Not a pleasant place, I admit, but it allowed me to see the constraints (as he saw them) on his moral and personal choices. So very different to today’s views. As I often say, people are no different, essentially, but society’s beliefs and expectations certainly change over time.
And as mentioned above, he was among many, many soldiers, sailors and officers who did exactly the same thing back then. Not an excuse. Just background. Captain David Collins, for example, who became the colony’s Judge Advocate, took convict Nancy Yeates, as mistress. She features in this novel too.
The real heroine of this novel, I believe, is the woman Gidley King marries, Anna Josepha. Can you image marrying a man after a very brief courtship, then boarding a ship to sail across the world to a rudimentary outpost of society, arrive heavily pregnant, to be confronted by your new husband’s mistress and his two children with her?
It seems that this quiet, ‘plain’ little woman rose to the occasion magnificently, smoothing what must have been a fraught and humilating situation for all concerned. She built a bridge between herself and Ann, between her husband, his existing children and those she went on to have with him. She took responsibility for the education of his children with Ann (to Ann’s credit also, as this meant losing her children yet again for a time).
And in doing all this, Anna Josepha was Gidley King’s right hand in his role as administrator and as Governor, acting as informal secretary, First Lady, diplomat, helping to sooth fractious tempers and care for her husband when illness took its toll.
An old story, isn’t it? And depressingly common: the faithful, loyal wife or mistress, supporting, helping, building up their menfolk. And then being forgotten in the annals of history.
So it’s wonderful to see their stories being told, both in more recent non-fiction and through the lens of fiction as in this novel.
The Governor, His Wife and His Mistress is published by Allen & Unwin in Janurary 2025.
My thanks to the publishers and to NetGalley for an advanced reading copy to review.

Travels with my Ancestors #15: Robert Eather & Mary Lynch part 2
This is the continuing story of the family and descendants of convicts Thomas Eather and Elizabeth Lee in Australia. Part 1 of the lives of their eldest son, Robert, and his wife Mary, brought us up to the 1840s, where they were farming at Tennyson in the Hawkesbury valley, while maintaining large herds of cattle and sheep in the Liverpool Plains region of northwestern NSW.
NB: For ease of reading online, I have omitted my references and footnotes. If you are interested in seeing the sources I have relied on for this story, please let me know via the contact form on this website and Iโll be happy to share them with you.
In all the busy coming and going to his grazing lands, and his farming and home life, Robert found time for his other passionโhorseracing. Racing was a popular pastime in the Hawkesbury and the Eather brothers and their sons were heavily involved in all aspects of organising race days, serving as stewards, and breeding horses.
They loved the heady sound of hooves galloping down a rough racetrack to the finish line, and the cheers and shouts of spectators. They enjoyed plenty of ales and on special race days, the women provided other refreshments and food. There was money to be made, too, with all the wagering before each event.
Cock-fighting was another event which drew eager crowds and high wagers. Had his father Thomas reminisced about the spectacle of fighting birds on the cockpit at Chislehurst Common, back in his youth in Kent? His sons were among a group of lads in the valley who carried on the tradition, until authorities banned it. Matches continued in secret, in paddocks and hidden lanes, always with a lookout posted to raise the alarm if local police wandered by.
What pastimes did Mary enjoy? There was little time for leisure, though as the children grew, their need for motherโs attention lessened. Perhaps she found moments to walk in the kitchen garden, to enjoy the scent and sticky sweetness of apricots or peaches as they ripened, rather than hoeing the weeds. Perhaps it was pleasurable to sit by the kitchen fire at night with a candle to darn or mend clothes instead of bending over the washtub or kneading bread dough. Perhaps, when visiting her mother-in-law, she would listen to Elizabethโs stories of the old days in the Hawkesbury.
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Married in the Church of England she may have been, but her children were all baptised Catholics. She was proud that daughter Rachelโs ceremony was conducted by no less than Bishop Bede Polding, a well-known figure to Hawkesbury Catholics.
Daughter Cecilia married a French Catholic, Michel Despointes; and possibly due to her influence, three granddaughters entered Catholic orders, two later becoming Mother Superiors.
Though they ranged across NSW, the Eather clan kept a tight family bond. Robertโs brother Thomas returned often from the Liverpool Plains. His sister Ann had married wealthy ex-convict Joseph Onus and lived in Richmond. Onus himself had properties adjoining Eathers, both in the Hunter and on the Namoi. Other siblings later moved west, Rachel to Orange and James to Narrabri, but others remained in the area. Family events such as weddings, baptisms and birthdays were celebrated together.
In the winter of 1853, the family gathered for an unhappy purpose: to bury Mary, in the Roman Catholic section of Windsor cemetery. She was just fifty years old. As the family stood at her graveside, Robert gaze likely fell on the children he and his wife had raised, with a mix of gladness for their sturdy health and worry that the youngest (Sarah, then aged just ten) was now motherless.
Three years later, he found companionship, and a step-mother for Sarah, when he married Elizabeth Brown(e). She was possibly a widow, an emancipated convict originally from Irelandโjust like Maryโs parents.
In Ireland sheโd married Mark Browne and had three boys: twins George and John born in 1827 and another son Pierce, in 1829.
Only baby Pierce was allowed to travel with his mother to Sydney on board the transport ship Hooghly, but was taken to the Male Orphan School soon after arrival. Elizabeth must have grieved terribly: sheโd left two small sons in Ireland and then Pierce, whoโd survived the voyage with her, was taken away. But the following year Elizabethโs assigned master, James Raymond, applied to have the child in his custody. It was an act of kindness for him to reunite his convict servant with her little boy.
When she and Robert married, Elizabeth was a businesswoman, with boarding houses in Sydneyโs York St. She continued this work for a while until moving to live with Robert. In 1858 Robert was at her boarding establishment at 98-104 York St, Sydney, likely assisting Elizabeth in the business.
They had twenty years together; in the comfortable house known as โBen Lomond Cottageโ heโd built with Mary at Tennyson. The house had five rooms with an attached kitchen, as well as a dairy and granary, and enclosures for pigs, cattle, and farm equipment.
The climate here was temperate and their property well away from the dangers of river flooding. The new Mrs Eather could enjoy a cup of tea on the wide verandah where cooling breezes blew, admiring the spring blossoms on the fruit trees nestled in the surrounding hills.
While there was still plenty of work to be done to maintain a house and farm of this size, she may have been thankful that her childbearing days were past her, and her second husband already well established. The hard work of rearing babies, combined with setting up a home and livelihood, had already been done by Robert and by Mary, her predecessor. Now she could enjoy the fruits of that labour.
For supplies or social outings they could travel into Enfield (todayโs North Richmond) by horseback or sulky. A punt across the river there allowed visits to other family and friends in Richmond and Windsor. It was replaced by a bridge in 1860, further opening the district.
They lived here until the property was put up for sale in 1863. Elizabeth died ten years later.
Now aged seventy-eight, Robert moved to live with his son Abraham in Francis Street, Richmond. Continued involvement in his properties was beyond him; heโd sold the land at Westmead to eldest son Thomas, and 100 acres at Tennyson to Abraham for just five shillings. The deed of sale explained the low price as arising out of natural love and affection; possibly an act of appreciation for the son who would care for him in his final years.
Had his restless need to push into new territory subsided as he aged? His older body now demanded that he remain at home, though he might still have dreamt of the open plains of the northwest. His days were now spent by the river where heโd been born, living with Abe and his wife.
The next generation
Abe had been something of a wild lad in his youth. Inheriting the Eather love of sports, heโd gained a reputation as a fast runner. Known as the โWindsor favourite,โ he competed in foot races on which large sums of money (ยฃ50 or more) were at stake in โwinner takes allโ events. Heโd also been known to race a horse up and down Windsor Street in Richmond for a bet, winning handsomely.
He was similarly restless in personal relationships. In 1851 heโd married Margaret McElligott and had a daughter with her. After her death, heโd fathered two daughters with local woman Sophia Adams, before marrying again in 1863.
This time he fronted at St Mathews Catholic church in Windsor to marry Ellen Farrell. At St Peters in Richmond on that same day, his sister Sarah wed her cousin James Eather, and his cousin Thomas Griffiths (the son of one of the Eather foster-brothers) married Mary (Ann) Cornwell.
Connections between and across settler families in small communities like the Hawkesbury were many and complicated, and multiple marriages between families common. There were invisible threads that bound neighbours, friends and families together over decades of shared experiences and often, shared hardship.
Also, the Eather family did enjoy multiple wedding celebrations!
The three matches were followed by a combined wedding feast, with plenty of food, ale and treats for the children.
With Ellen, Abe settled into family life, having eleven children over twenty-six yearsโplenty of grandchildren for his own father to enjoy โthough the first born, little Margaret, did not live past a year.
Tragedy
Two shocking local events rocked the district during Robertโs final years. The first was a blow that struck at the heart of the entire family and became a sad part of the Hawkesburyโs history.
In June 1867, heavy rain began to fallโnothing new to residents of this valley, so accustomed to regular flooding. Concern began to mount as river levels rose with alarming speed, the torrential downpour showing no sign of easing. Abraham and Ellenโs house on Francis Street would surely be safe, far enough above any previous flood levels. The low lying areas surrounding Richmond and Windsor were a different matter. Warnings went out advising people to take refuge in the townships.
Robertโs nephews โGeorge, Charles and Thomasโ all had farms and houses at Cornwallis, on the lowlands just outside Windsor. The brothers and their wives and children gathered at Georgeโs house, newer and sturdier than the others. George took his wife and children by boat to Windsor, and offered to take the other women and children with him, but they stayed, thinking a boat could be sent later, should waters rise higher than expected.
Rain continued to pound the Hawkesbury area all that day and into the evening, filling it and the neighbouring Nepean valley to record levels. As the tide rose around Georgeโs house, Charles and Thomas helped their families climb up onto the roof of the house. Twenty souls perched along the ridge: two men, their wives, and eleven children aged between one to sixteen years. All night they remained there, shuddering with cold and pelted by unrelenting rain and wind.
The rescue boat they prayed for never appeared. The two families had to stay on that roof for another whole day. Darkness fell again. Thomas had just grasped his eldest boy to him, trying to secure their precarious hold on the building, when suddenly the roof itself collapsed under them. They were all plunged into the raging, icy floodwaters.
Only three survived: the two men and the sixteen year old, who were eventually rescued by a boat sent over from Windsor. The two women, and ten other children, perished.

The deepened lines on pallid faces of residents were testament to the heartache and loss felt right across the valley, its farmlands and small communities. Some of the dead were found, washed up along the river, in the following days and months. The bodies of Thomasโs wife Emma and three daughters were never found.
It was a long time before the Eathers and their neighbours recovered.
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Just seven years later, the valley experienced the other side of the colonyโs climate coin: searing hot winds and fire.
In the lead-up to Christmas, families prepared for celebratory meals and gatherings: shopping for festive food, wrapping gifts, decorating homes. December 23rd 1874 dawned hot, with a gusty wind blowing dried leaves about the town. By 1 pm, Windsor was being whipped by a hurricane-force gale which blew in thick smoke from bushfires in the surrounding areas.
Flames first appeared at the blacksmiths on George Street, embers landing in the nearby tannery where timbers caught alight. Sparks carried the danger into cottages and shops along George Street and then across into Macquarie Street.
Panicked townsfolk got in the way of efforts to put out flames whipped up by the terrible wind. The newly established Windsor volunteer fire brigade did what it could, though their efforts had little effect until the wind died down later in the afternoon.
The damage and loss from this disaster were appalling: over 53 buildings (including 36 homes) lost, 30 acres of land burnt, many animals killed. Belongings brought out into the street in a bid to save something were not spared. ย
There were at least two deaths: poor Eliza Wilson who was unable to get out of her weatherboard cottage in time and perished; another woman was riding in a buggy outside the town when it ignited from the heat. Her skirts caught alight and she died.
A report in the Sydney Morning Herald a few days later noted that:
The 23rd day of December, 1874, has been a black day for Windsor, and long will it be
remembered by all who witnessed the sad and sorrowful catastrophe.Flood and fireโthe bookends of natural disasters in Australia. Theyโd been new and frightening challenges for his parents, but for Robertโs generation they were part of the landscape, to be expected and endured, particularly across a long life when they were repeated many times.
Robert outlived five of his children: two who had died in infancy, and three adults whoโd died in between 1874 and 1879. Robert lived with Abraham and Ellen until his death in 1881.
His passing was noted in the local newspaper:
The Late Robert Eather
The Australian, Windsor, Richmond and Hawkesbury Advertiser, 21 May 1881
This pioneer of the Hawkesbury departed this life recently; much regretted. He had attained the ripe old age of 86 and was the eldest of five brothers. He was the first of the five to leave for the โbourne from whence no traveller returns.โ The aggregate of the ages of these venerable brothers was 392 years: Robert 86; twins 81; one 74; and the youngest, 70. Mr Eather leaves behind him great-great grandchildren.While Abe was made the executor of his fatherโs will, it was to daughter-in-law Ellen that Robert left his estate. He made his mark (X) near his name, printed by the solicitor who prepared the simple, one page document. At the time of his death, his property included a portion of the land at Tennyson, some horses and cattle, a house and furniture. Once funerary and other expenses were paid, the total value amounted to around ยฃ180.
Robert and Mary lived during years of enormous change. The Eathers had moved from the shackles of servitude and poverty to the freedom of land ownership and prosperity in one generation, achieved through determination, an eye for opportunity, and hard work. New generationsโover eighty grandchildrenโ were forging their own way in the colony.
All of this was at great cost to the first peoples of Australia, though it is questionable if the Eathers, or many of their contemporaries, either understood or cared much about that. For the first European settlers, and their children and grandchildren, Australia was a land in which to firstly survive, and then to thrive. That is exactly what Robert and Mary Eather had set out to do, and what theyโd achieved.
The Eather family story will be continued in another chapter of Travels with my Ancestors.
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Thank you for reading!Travels with my Ancestors #13: Thomas Eather, Kentish man & Elizabeth Lee, Lancashire lass: pt 2
This is the continuing story of my 4 x great-grandparents, Thomas Eather and Elizabeth Lee, who arrived in Australia on convict transport ships in the Second and Third Fleets respectively.
You can read part one of their story here. This chapter finds them in the valley of the Dyarubbin, or Hawkesbury River, in NSW.

Map of Green Hills (Windsor), redrawn by Bryan Thomas, 1981.
The Eather farm is indicated by the arrow.
Source: Hawkesbury City CouncilThomas and Elizabeth moved to take up their land grant in the Hawkesbury area just a few years after the first British had ventured there. Many of those whoโd first taken land along the river did so without official permission. Tales of the enormous promise of the district were told in Sydney and Parramatta, and convicts whoโd served their time rushed to the new โland of plenty.โ As they spread further north, fencing land, clearing vines and casuarinas from the river banks, and trampling the native yams into the mud, the newcomers threatened the very existence of the Boorooberongal people of the Dharug nation, who had made the river land their home for thousands of years. They began to resist, waging armed warfare from 1799 to 1805.[1]
Attacks on lonely cottages and farms were met with violent retaliation from settlers and authorities. Stories about these pitched battles made their way back to the Eathers and their neighbours in the more closely settled areas around Green Hills, later called Windsor. They had weathered so much already: now they were confronted by the risks of this frontier existence.
Their allotment was thirty acres at Mulgrave Place, near where the wandering Rickabyโs Creek joined the Dyarubbin. It had to be cleared, ploughed and sown, just like the farms at Parramatta. They needed somewhere to live: together they built a wattle and daub hut as their new home, with a bare earth floor and window shutters fashioned of woven sticks.
Life for most settlers around the Green Hills and beyond relied on self-sufficiency. There was little in the way of official control or help. There was no constable until 1796, no reverend to conduct worship, marriages or baptisms, and the soldiers sent in 1795 were there to punish the Boorooberongal, not impose order on settlers, who liked to drink, socialise, and avoid rules and regulations wherever they could.[2]
For many convict farmers, being out of the gaze of officials was a boon, even though they had to work hard to establish themselves. The air was fresh and clean, the river flats productive, their labour their own.
The Eathers had help from a convict assigned to them: a strange turnaround of fortune and status. Three years after they took up the land, theyโd planted half of it with wheat and maize, and within two years theyโd produced ten bushels of maize and purchased four hogs.[3]
They could watch with pleasure as the ears of maize ripened, and the kernels on the sheaves of wheat became plump and golden. The hogs snuffled in contentment in their pen, eating whatever the family did not use. They had become self-sufficient in what they produced: off government stores for the adults, if not the childrenโan achievement to be proud of.
In 1800 twin boys arrived, named Charles and Thomas.[4] By now Elizabeth was accustomed to the isolation of her new home, with few women for companionship. She had twin babies to care for, and toddler Charlotte around her feet. Ann and Robert, the older children, would quickly learn to help with the smaller ones and chores in the house and on the farm. The work was constant and tiring: keeping the cottage clean, fetching water from the creek, washing clothes and bedding by hand, baking bread or damper, cooking meals, feeding the babies, and hoeing, weeding, watering crops.
She may have had occasional, snatched moments of rest, to observe the subtle change of seasons in this new landโso different to the Lancashire frosts and damp summers of her youthโor listen to the unfamiliar calls of the wild birds that lived in the trees around their hut.
Through all the hard work ran a seam of contentment and perhaps, a nagging fear that it could all be taken away in an instant.
Still, Elizabeth had served her sentence by 1797 and 1802 brought another landmark: Thomas received an Absolute Pardon after completing his fourteen years of servitude.[5]
He could not return to England, but why would he want to? He and his wife must have sometimes longed to revisit familiar places and faces from their homelands. But they were finally free of convict shackles. They had land to farm, a home, and a healthy family. Their futures, that had once looked so grim, now beckoned with promise.

The Windsor Farm c1920 Sydney Ure Smith
Source: Hawkesbury City Library:
https://aurora.hawkesbury.nsw.gov.au/library/Gallery.aspx??showall=true&refinements=XLloc1#prettyPhoto[opac2]/36/Along with that promise, the challenges continued. Accustomed to the wetter, cooler English climate, they had to adjust to the extremes of summer heat, and a drought in 1798. When rains did fall, they were often torrential downpours that felt and sounded as if God Himself had opened the sky. Then came floods in May 1799; followed by an even more shocking one the next year, and worse again the year after that. The river that gave them such fertile soil, could also sweep everything away.
โEather Farmโ near Rickabyโs creek was very low-lying and the floods destroyed crops and damaged their hut. The Boorooberongal had offered warnings to settlers about the riverโs moods and dangers, but for many, the plentiful crops that could be grown on the silty soil that the floods left behind, outweighed fear. In those last two floods, the waters rose to 15 and 12 metres, and most thought that they would be the last of such high flood levels, at least for many years.[6]
Some settlers had become so discouraged or frightened that they moved away, back to Sydney or Parramatta. But the Eathers stayed. They built another cottage, on higher land overlooking the farm, hoping to avoid disaster when the river next burst its banks. When crops failed or were washed away by the river, the family had to go back on government stores, until they could produce enough themselves.[7]

Joseph Lycett, โView of Windsor upon the River Hawkesburyโ 1824
Source: https://dictionaryofsydney.org/media/1787In 1806 rain once again lashed the district. Torrents fell from the sky and the river became a roaring, rushing creature, sweeping away all in its path. The floodwaters spread out across both Hawkesbury and Nepean plains, turning the valleys into a vast bathtub.
The Eathers fled their low-lying farm and took refuge on higher ground. During a long, terrifying night, they could hear voices crying out and the sharp echoes of musket fire, as frightened people, perched precariously on the roofs of houses and barns, signalled to the rescue boats that circled around the surging river.
The Eathers lost their pigs and many of their crops, and spent the rest of that year slowly recovering. In 1809 Thomas leased part of his land to Andrew Thompson, convict, settler, constable, and landowner.[8] When floods struck again that year, at least this time he and Elizabeth did not have to bear all the losses.
Two more Eather sons and a daughter arrived between 1804 and 1811,[9] completing the family of eight children. Unlike many settler couples, they did not suffer the grief of losing a child to injury or illness: all the youngsters grew into healthy adulthood. Their parents noticed how tall and bonny they were: the โcurrency lads and lasses,โ as those born in the colony became known, often outstripped their parents in height and sturdiness. The new environment was good for this next generation.
Thomas petitioned Governor Macquarie in June 1820 for a second land grant[10] and was allocated fifty acres on the lowlands at Cornwallis, on the southern bank of the river just outside Windsor.[11] Then he purchased a block in Windsorโs George Street in 1818*, while son Robert, now twenty-three, bought an adjoining allotment. They built a five-roomed house, adding two small cottages behind, which they rented out.[12]
Their bright star continued to shine. They were now landlords in a growing, prosperous town, living in a comfortable home, while continuing to farm. They could attend Sunday worship in Windsorโs beautiful new St Mathews church, walk to the shops in town and visit family who lived nearby. They could stroll to the river and along its banks, to watch the constant activity of small open boats, canoes, and sloops across, up and down the river.

Windsor Church, Landscape Scenery Illustrating Sydney and Port Jackson [picture] : c1854 / Frederick Casemero Terry.
Source: Hawkesbury City Library
https://aurora.hawkesbury.nsw.gov.au/library/Gallery.aspx??showall=true&refinements=XLloc1#prettyPhotoTheir older children were marrying and having families of their own, so they now had grandchildren to enjoy. Theyโd reduced their farming commitments by the 1820โs, giving away or selling the original โEather Farmโ at Rickabyโs Creek, and opening a store in Windsor.[13]
A settler dies
In February 1827 Thomas made a willโperhaps prompted by premonition or ill health. Whatever his reason, it was timely, because just five weeks later he died, aged sixty-two. He was buried the next day in the grounds of St Mathews at Windsor.[14] **
Elizabeth had lost her husband of over thirty-five years. She grieved his death, surrounded by their children and grandchildren. Thomasโ death left a gap in her life, but she did have the comfort of the close family they had made together. And his will meant that she was financially secure for the rest of her life. He had made provision for her in the best way he could:
I give and bequeath to my dearly beloved wife Elizabeth all those threeโฆdwelling houses situate in George Street in the town of Windsorโฆtogether with all horned cattle, carts, ploughs, harrows and all other implements there unto belonging. Also all household furniture, good and effects which I may be possessed of at the time of my decease for and during the term of her natural life and by her not to be sold or alienated.[15]He had also provided for their children after his wifeโs death. The three cottages on George Street were to be divided into separate living spaces, and bequeathed (along with farm implements, furniture, and livestock) to their two younger sons John and James, and four of their grandchildren.
The will was an expression of Thomasโ love for wife and family and his duty as husband, father, and provider. It was an achievement to be able to leave property and income to those he left behindโsomething his own father and grandfather back in Chislehurst had not been able to do. His sons and daughters could look with pride at what their parents had done since arriving here in chains.
Not all convict partnerships and marriages lasted; some couples paired in haste for practical reasons, and regretted their choice very soon afterwards. Elizabeth and Thomasโ relationship had lasted the distance. They had shared the difficulties of their years of convict servitude, the challenges of being among the earliest British settlers in the valley, and the traumas of successive floods.
If Elizabeth experienced loneliness in the coming years, she did not remarry. She stayed living in the George Street home, taking in boarders to earn extra income. Younger son John, who never married, continued to live with her and work the remaining farmland they owned. There were weddings to attend as grandchildren came of age, and great-grandbabies born.
The passing of a generation
As Elizabeth aged, she had need for more care and company. In her seventies or early eighties, she moved to Richmond to live with one of her children, either Thomas and his wife Sarah, or one of her daughters.
There, she looked her last on the valley that had been her home for nearly seventy years, marvelling at the changes she had witnessed there: from a small settlement at the place where the continentโs ancient history collided with its future, to a collection of growing towns and spreading farmland. Her own transformation was also remarkable: the frightened young servant girl and convict, alone in a strange land, had become a wife, farmer, mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother. She was leaving a large, loving family who would mourn her, but she could do so knowing that she had lived a good and productive life, here in the valley of the Dyarubbin.
She died at the grand age of eighty-nine on 11 June 1860, and was buried in the grounds of St Mathews church at Windsor, where her husband also lay.[16]
[1] Karskens, Grace, The Colony, p.128
[2] Karskens, Grace; p12
[3] Flynn, Michael, The Second Fleet: Britainโs Grim Armada, p258
[4] The Sydney Morning Herald Monday 29 Nov 1886, Death notice for Thomas Eather
[5] New South Wales, Australia, Convict Registers of Conditional and Absolute Pardons, 1788-1870, State Records Authority of New South Wales; Kingswood, New South Wales, Australia; Card Index to Letters Received, Colonial Secretary; Reel Number: 774; Roll Number: 1250
[6] Karskens, Grace, People of the River, p.100
[7] St Pierre, John, The Eather Family: 200 Years in Australia, p.25
[8] St Pierre, John, p31
[9] Australia Birth Index, 1788-1922: John Eather (1804 Volume Number V18041478 1A), Rachel Norris nee Eather 1828 New South Wales, Australia Census (Australian Copy), James Eather (Australia and New Zealand, Find A Grave Index, 1800s-Current), 1828 New South Wales, Australia Census (Australian Copy) State Records Authority of New South Wales; Kingswood, New South Wales, Australia; 1828 Census: Alphabetical Return; Series Number: NRS 1272; Reel: 2554. Via Ancestry.com; Accessed July 2023
[10] New South Wales, Australia, Colonial Secretary’s Papers, 1788-1856 Series: NRS 899; Reel or Fiche Numbers: Fiche 3001-3162. Via Ancestry.com. Accessed July 2023
[11] St Pierre, John, p36
[12] John St Pierre, pp.36-37.
*The blocks of land were located at 210 George St, between Suffolk and Fitzgerald Streets, backing onto OโBrienโs Lane (which did not then exist.) In recent years, the block has been variously occupied by a Coles Supermarket, then a Target and later a Kmart store.[13] St Pierre, John, p39
[14] Australia and New Zealand, Find A Grave Index, 1800s-Current, for Thomas Eather 1827. Via Ancestry.com
** There is no headstone showing the exact location of Thomasโ grave, but a plaque has been erected in the church grounds, commemorating Thomas and Elizabethโs lives[15] St Pierre, John, p42
[16] Australia and New Zealand, Find A Grave Index, 1800s-Current, for Elizabeth Eather, 11 June 1860. Via Ancestry.com
Connections: ‘The Remarkable Mrs Reibey’ by Grantlee Kieza
I’d added Grantlee Kieza’s biography of the woman on the Australian $20 note to my ‘Must Read’ list from the moment I heard about it.
The reason?
Apart from the obvious (my abiding interest in Australian history and especially women’s history), I have three points of connection with the subject, Mary Reibey:
1. She hailed originally from near Manchester in England, where my ancestor Elizabeth Lee was also born and raised,
2. Like another of my ancestors, Mary’s crime which had her transported to Australia was the theft of a horse, and
3. She was a contemporary of yet another ancestor, Jane Longhurst. Like Mary, Jane was an emancipated convict in early colonial Sydney who ‘made good’, managing business affairs and a large family within the male-dominated world of nineteenth century Sydney.Mary showed her redoubtable spirit from an early age, running away from a position as maid in a boarding school and in a flight of youthful fantasy, stealing a horse which she thought would be her ticket to a financially independent life.
Of course she was discovered, arrested and tried for the crime; at first receiving the death sentence, later commuted to transportation to the penal colony of NSW. The startling thing about her time in gaol was that she’d been dressed as a boy – and she managed to keep her sex hidden from her male cellmates in a crowded prison! In my view that would take some chutzpah, not to mention ingenuity.
She arrived in the colony full of trepidation as to what life in this frightening place might have in store for a youngster just fifteen years old.
The author paints a fascinating and vivid picture of convict life in Sydney and Parramatta : housing, clothing, rations, and living and working conditions, along with the many larger-than-life characters that peopled the early days of the colonial period.
The class system of Britain was transported here along with their unwanted criminals, and this is seen in attitudes by free settlers towards the convicts.
Also, people in authority struggled to understand many behaviours of the convicts; why did they make such poor choices (such as getting drunk and fighting) which they must know would result in punishment? To middle class eyes this was inexplicable. Why would people jeopardise their futures in this way? To convicts, most of whom came from dire circumstances, having a good time while one could grab it was entirely sensible. Who knew when the next catastrophe could strike? You could die of a disease, accident or violence tomorrow. May as well enjoy tonight while you could.
Mary, however, kept her head down and out of trouble. She married Tom Reibey, a free settler with an entrepreneurial bent, who was involved in trade and real estate. They had a large family together, but Tom nominated his wife to manage the business dealings during his long absences from the colony on trading voyages. She was wife, mother, and trusted co-manager of the family’s business affairs.
After her husband’s death, Mary continued with the various business interests, shipping and trading, buying, selling and leasing real estate, amassing an even greater fortune.
She is the ‘remarkable’ Mrs Reibey because all this activity was at a time when work options for women were severely curtailed and no women were expected to see the inside of a board room or business negotiation. Much to the surprise of her fellow settlers, ‘Mrs Reibey’ proved to be a shrewd negotiator, driving a hard bargain, with a nose for the next opportunity. This was how one survived – even thrived – in the cut throat world of the colony.
I got a thrill from seeing my ancestor, Jane Roberts (nee Longhurst) mentioned along with Mary in the section describing the formation of the Bank Of New South Wales – the first bank in the colony. Jane and Mary were among a handful of women investors in that early bank, much to the surprise and confusion of their male counterparts, as the concept of women investors was a foreign one.
There are moments that made me smile, such as Mary answering a charge by a debtor that she was ‘no lady’ by hitting him over the head with her parasol!
There are also tender, heartwarming moments in the book, as when Mary fulfills a long-nursed ambition to make a return visit to her homeland, with emotional reunions with family members in the ‘old country.’ I found myself wondering how reunions between my convict and immigrant ancestors may have played out, should any of them had the wish and the resources to return to England.
The Remarkable Mrs Reibey is a comprehensive and engrossing portrayal of a colonial women who surely deserves her spot on the $20 note. Her portrait, depicting a grandmotherly round-faced woman with spectacles and a lace cap, belies the adventurous and headstrong spirit of the younger Mary, with the endurance and smarts to not only survive, but thrive, in a colonial environment that was well and truly stacked against women.
The Remarkable Mrs Reibey was published by HarperCollins Publishers in May 2023.
Travels with my Ancestors #12: Thomas Eather, Kentish man & Elizabeth Lee, Lancashire lass
This is the third chapter in the story of Thomas Eather, convict, farmer, husband and father – and my 4 x great-grandfather. You can read chapter one here and chapter two here.
In this chapter, Thomas meets Elizabeth Lee, a young woman from Lancashire in the west midlands of England, who was also transported to NSW as a convict. You can find the first part of Elizabeth’s story here. She is my 4 x great-grandmother.
When we left Thomas, he had arrived at Sydney Cove aboard the death ship Neptune, and wondering what lay ahead, now that he had survived that hellish voyage.
In 1791, Elizabeth arrived on the Third Fleet’s Mary Ann, wondering the same thing.
By the time the Third Fleet arrived, most new convicts were being sent to the little settlement of Rose Hill, later called Parramatta. It was here that Thomas and Elizabethโs paths first crossed.
Thomas had been first assigned to work in Sydney Town, on the traditional lands of the Gadigal people of the Eora nation.
The area around the Cove, known as Warrane to the original inhabitants, had already been changed beyond recognition: the First Fleet arrivals had cut native trees and cleared vegetation, planted gardens and sown crops, erected shelters and trampled the sides of the waterway they dubbed the โTank Streamโ to a muddy mess.
What Thomas and his companions from the Second Fleet saw was a muddle of uneven tracks between tents, a jealously guarded government storehouse, military huts, and rough shelters housing groups of convicts. A larger brick residence, set on a hill overlooking the harbour, was where the Governor lived. There was a burial ground and, of course, gallowsโthey were not allowed to forget that further crimes could be fatal. Having escaped the noose once, Thomas was not eager to test the limits of His Majestyโs mercy a second time.
It was a largely unplanned, chaotic space in which convicts were expected to labour to construct the site of their own imprisonment, shelter, and sustenance.

Sydney Cove. William Bradley, From โA Voyage to New South Walesโ, 1786โ1792.
Mitchell Library, State Library of New South WalesThe Gadigal, and other Eora tribes around the new settlement, continued to fish in the harbour and its many coves and inlets; their slender bark canoes, or nowies, dotting the waters. They could often be seen walking around the township. Governor Phillip had issued orders that they were not to be harmed, and for the convicts and their guards, the dark skinned, often naked men and women had become a common sight.

Aboriginal people fishing, ca 1790’s. By Philip Gidley (att) King
From the collections of the State Library of New South Wales
[a2225005 / Banks Papers – Series 36a.05 (Safe 1 / 457), Series 36a : charts and illustrations, ca 1790s, 1803] (Mitchell Library)With his experience of rural labouring work, Thomas was a good candidate for assignment to the government farms. Early attempts at farming around the settlement were only partly successful, and the Governor was keen to find land that could produce the quantities of grain crops needed for the colonyโs survival.
There was talk in the camp about Rose Hill, later called Parramatta (from Burramattagal, the name of the first inhabitants.) Some said the new settlement promised better soils and more land to spread out. June 1790 saw Thomas working there on the government farm. He lived with other convicts in a large tent hut, one of several spread out like a barracks. Life was messy: convicts fought amongst themselves, some tried to evade the labour demanded of them. They had to prepare their own food from the paltry rations they were given. There were plenty who, unlike Thomas, had never worked on a farm or milked a cow.
During each long day they cleared the land, dug the soil, planted wheat and maize. It was exhausting work, all done by hand without aid of horses or bullocks. He was used to hard physical labour, although getting over the weakness and illness caused by six months on the Neptune slowed many of its survivors. Each man was expected to hoe or cultivate a set amount of land per day. There was a military guard to protect the farm from theft by convicts, or attack by the Burramattagal people, who were being squeezed out from their traditional country, sacred places, and livelihoods.
Once the Government farm began producing, they were allowed to labour for themselves for part of each day, after theyโd completed their assigned workload.ย Gradually, Parramatta became the planned, secondary settlement which the Governor hoped would become more manageable, more civilised than Sydney.
The convicts did not care about civilised. There was always the threat that rations would be restricted again if the farms did not produce enough. The โslopsโ clothing issued on the transports was now threadbare. They cared more about the quantity of meat, flour, tea and sugar they were allowed, and where they were to sleep at night. Any dreams for the future were secondary to the business of survival.
It was to this fledgling community that Elizabeth was sent. Given her previous work in Manchester, she would be assigned work as a servant to one of the officials or government employees. Sheโd spend her days working at cleaning, cooking, laundry work; whatever tasks she was directed to do by her master or mistress.
She met Thomas very soon after her arrival and they began living together. There were plenty of couples joined in โBotany Bay marriagesโ: either common law ones or bigamous ones (after all, the other spouse left behind in Britain could hardly protest.) Neither had been married before, and their union was genuine, even if they didnโt have a formal marriage record. And there were real advantages for both in becoming a couple.
For one thing, they were allowed to move to a small hut, rather than share the larger communal quarters reserved for single men and women. Being one of a couple gave each an ally, a support during continuing hard times. For Elizabeth, it also helped her move away from the label of โwhoreโ or โprostituteโ given to all the female convicts by many of the men in the convict hutsโand by some officials, to whom they were either โmarriedโ or โconcubines.โ

Wattle and daub hut (detail from Panoramic views of Port Jackson, c.1821). R. Havell & Son, engravers: after Major James Taylor. Museums of History NSW. Both were young, unlikely to ever return home once theyโd served their time. They had to establish a new future here. And the Governor and Reverend Johnson were forever encouraging folks to marry and live respectably.
Theyโd watched St Johnโs Church being built across from the military barracks, and it was here that their first child, Ann, was baptised in April 1793. Elizabeth had given birth in their tiny hut, panting through the pain of labour, with no more than another convict woman to offer words of encouragement and her hand to squeeze. And, like all female convicts, she had to manage pregnancies and childcare around her work duties.

Church Street and St. Johnโs Church, Parramatta, from a copy of a steel engraving, 1853
https://stjohnscathedral.org.au/about/history/The little girl was followed by a son, in April 1795. He was named Robert after his Heather grandfather back in Kent. (Robert is my 3 x great-grandfather.) Thomas had grown up with the family tradition of naming first-born sons Robert: it had been that way since the first Robert Heather made his home in Kent, long ago in the early seventeenth century.
They ignored the tales of escapees: convicts who stowed away on departing ships; made a run for the bush; or the Bryant couple who (with others, including a fellow Thomas knew from the Neptune) had escaped on a stolen government boat. Most escapees were recaptured, forced back to the settlement by thirst or starvation, or perished in the alien bushland. The Eathers were having none of it, preferring to keep out of trouble.
Theyโd remember 1797 for three reasons: Elizabeth completed her sentence and became a free woman; daughter Charlotte was born; and in recognition of good behaviour, Thomas was granted land in the Hawkesbury by Governor Hunter, who had replaced Arthur Phillip.[i] The couple could scarcely believe their good fortune. After their traumatic start in this strange, wild place, they could dare to begin to think about a future here.
To be continued
[i] The first of many land grants given to Newton ancestors. Itโs important to remember: this was land that was not the Governorโs to give. It was the land of the original peoples of Australia, and was never ceded.
Travels with my Ancestors # 11 : Thomas Eather, Kentish man (part two)
This is the second chapter in the story of Thomas Eather, convict, farmer, husband and father – and my 4 x great-grandfather. You can read chapter one here.
November, 1789: Gravesend, on the Thames
It would soon be called the โdeath shipโ or the โhell ship.โ Of course, Thomas Eather didnโt know this and nor did his shackled companions as they stood on the Gravesend dock, waiting to be rowed out to board the transport ship. From a distance, it appeared to be an improvement on Maidstone gaol, where he was first incarcerated, and the rotting Thames hulk where heโd been imprisoned for six months. Breathing the salty air was a relief after the fug of the hulk. Grey and white birds wheeled and squawked above his head, as if boasting of their freedom. Then he was on the rowboat and the Neptune drew closer with every pull of the sailorsโ oars. It was impossible to tell what lay in store.*
For fourteen months, he had languished in Maidstone Gaol, before being moved to a hulk on the Thames River. On the Justitia, he experienced a sort of living death. Derelict, unseaworthy ships, the hulks were tied up and converted into prisons where convicts slept and ate. Every day he was rowed out with the others to undertake back breaking work in the dockyards, or dredging gravel from the stinking river mud. At sunset he returned to the hulk, where he ate, then dropped into an exhausted sleep. At daybreak, he did it all over again.

Atkins, Samuel (1800). [Prison hulk loading] Source: Trove.
Also available at: http://nla.gov.au/nla.obj-135231236*
Now, in mid-November 1789, he had his first sight of the Neptune. It was a large ship, square rigged, with three masts. When heโd clambered up the ladder, he could see the river from a new vantage point. Hard to imagine being at sea on such a vessel, but what would he know? Heโd never left his native Kent. That moment between climbing onto the ship and being directed below decks, was the last chance for the prisoners to breathe fresh air and see the skies, until they reached their destinationโif they survived, that is.
Then he and the others were sent down to the convict prison deck. He stumbled below into the belly of the ship, and heavy leg irons were again clamped around his ankles. It was hard to move. No room to stretch out, anyway, with pairs of convicts chained together in the cramped cells with one thin blanket each. Already, bitter wintry draughts probed into aching bodies. All around him it was dark, airless, and stank of stale bodies, piss, and dread.
No, the Neptune was no better than the gaol and hulk. What lay ahead for him and his fellow prisoners?
*
Shackled with short bolts at the ankles and chained together, he shared a cell with three to five others. While the business of loading supplies went on, all he knew of it were the noises that penetrated down to the prison: the thud of water barrels across the deck, shouts of the crew, banging and clattering of equipment being hoisted up the shipโs sides.
When the Neptune began to move out of the mouth of the Thames to shelter at the Downs, just off the coast, he could see nothing of the outside world. The ship made its slow way south to Plymouth, then to Portsmouth, where it joined two other transports that sailed in the Second Fleet.
*
In Portsmouth, the unfortunate prisoners stayed for nearly a month, buffeted by cold westerly winds. Lying on the damp grimy floor, the government-issue clothing did little to protect from the chill. Shirts and waistcoats were of coarse linen or canvas โduckโ cloth, less snug than wool. Rations of thin gruel and bread did little to warm the stomach. In any case, stomachs began to heave as the ship finally left the shelter of port in January 1790, heading down the English Channel and out into the rough seas of the Atlantic.
There were no portholes in their deck and the convicts were rarely allowed above, so Thomas could not watch the coastline of his homeland fade into the distance. But there were changes in the shipโs movements. The waters below the hull were deeper and more turbulent; the creaking and clanking of ropes and rigging above and around them somehow wilder, less rhythmic.
If his experience so far had been difficult, it was here that the real nightmare began. The bitter cold was replaced by stifling heat and humidity as the Neptune crossed the Equator. Sweat ran down backs under the coarse clothing, and beaded filthy foreheads. The air was thick, dense with moisture, harder to breathe in the close confines of the prisonersโ deck. A stop in port at Cape Town gave relief from the swells of the high seas, and a renewed supply of fresh water, but not increased rations.
The Neptune had been previously used as a slave ship, transporting enslaved people from West Africa to the Caribbean or the Americas. The shipโs master, Donald Traill, had captained the Neptune on those shameful voyages and proceeded to treat the new human cargo in the same way.
For this Second Fleet, the British government made the mistake of paying the shipsโ owners for every prisoner taken on board their ship โ not the prisoners taken off at the other end.
Itโs obvious to see the problem here. Having pocketed the money for each convict shoved into the prisoner hold, the owners and captains had no financial incentive to ensure the well-being and safety of these men and women. In fact, there was a strong incentive NOT to do so. By skimping on rations, clothing, blankets, the captains could on-sell saved foods and other items when in port, at inflated prices.
For days, weeks, months, the prisoners lay in their own mess. Time compressed, then drew out into eternity. How long had they been at sea? Who could tell? Most prisoners had few opportunities to move, to feel sunlight or fresh air on skin, or to wash. The stink was overwhelming. Along with the odour of filthy human bodies and matted hair, came the smell of rotting teeth and gums, as scurvy set in, due to the poor diet. Lice tormented skin with itches and bites that could not be soothed.
As fresh water supplies dwindled on the long run from the Cape of Good Hope to New South Wales, thirst was a daily anguish.
If Thomas had had enough coins, he might have been able to purchase fresh water, extra rations, or clothing, from the crewโs black market. As it was, he had to hope that they would reach their destination before illness or starvation took him.
When storms lashed the ship, the turbulence upended toilet buckets while sea water sloshed through the deck, soaking prisoners, clothing, and bedding. The contaminated water lingered, infecting open sores and weakened bodies. Cold southern temperatures added to the misery. Then shipโs fever swept through both crew and convicts.
When a prisoner died, his partner in chains stayed quiet about it, so that he could grab the deceasedโs rations and if he were quick, their blanket. Eventually, the death was discovered by the crew and the corpse tipped unceremoniously into the deep. Had Thomas counted, heโd have tallied forty-six such deaths before Cape Townโbut there were far more after.
By the time the Neptune made its way through the heads at Port Jackson in June 1790, 147 male and 11 female convicts had diedโone in every three convicts on board.

William Bradley – Charts from his journal โA Voyage to New South Walesโ, 1802 December 1786-May 1792
Source: SLNSW https://collection.sl.nsw.gov.au/record/1kVdrNRn*
A crowd of people gathered to watch as the ships unloaded their human cargo at Sydney cove. These were among the first newcomers to arrive since the First Fleet had made landfall eighteen months earlier: hopes were high for new supplies to ward off starvation. Nothing could have prepared the onlookers for what they saw that day.

Thomas Rowlandson (1756โ1827), Convicts embarking for Botany Bay, 180-? Source: nla.obj-135232630 Thomas and other survivors stumbled, crawled, or were carried onto dry land. Eyes that had not seen daylight for half a year squinted painfully in the bright Sydney sun. Their skeletal forms, snarled hair and inflamed skin gave the wretched men and women an almost inhuman appearance. Some died on the boats that brought them to shore and were ruthlessly tossed onto the rocks. Those not yet dead but suffering from fever, scurvy, weeping wounds and other complaints, were carried to the hospital. The air rang with the clanging of hammer on metal as tents were hastily erected beside the hospital building on the western arm of the cove, to accommodate the extra sick bodies.
Amongst those watching as the prisoners were brought to landโthe convicts hardened by their own sufferings, military men, and government officialsโwere those who wept at the pitiful sight.
Thomas had survived his ordeal. What was next?
*
To be continued.
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