“Poor Joe Byrne! I see him everywhere in this lovely old town of Beechworth, and in the wild country that surrounds it, perhaps riding down a rocky hillside or cantering across a gully or hiding his hunted body behind a tree. If only he had stayed with his old mother and not gone to the help of his mate…But what is the use of iffing?”
The Herald, December 9, 1933.
An Outlaw’s Journal 