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                        THE FAMOUS/INFAMOUS SHEARS

                      THE SHEARS THAT WERE HANGED

  During my research i came across an article and it said. Settlers in Ireland became known as the  "Adventurers for land in Ireland" They undertook to keep the Protestant faith.  And were granted lands previously owned by the Irish. In Ireland they were predominantly Jacobite and a branch of the family settled in County Cork.  Notables were Henry Shears and his brother John.  Both of whom were condemned for their part in the 1798 insurrection. Henry Shears was a prominent banker and MP for Clonakilty. His father had been sheriff of Cork in 1716.  Sir Henry Shears held office as a trustee of Ireland. I don't know which of the Henry's were knighted. John and Henry were sent to England to be executed at Newgate prison for high treason in Dublin

Soon after the insurrection a Sir Henry Shears and a Warren Shears were politician's in Oklahoma?

In the article the name is spelt Shears / Sheares It’s an interesting piece of history with the family name

                         Executions in England from 1606.

                    NAME                      DATE OF          REASON OF EXECUTION

                   SHEARES,              1799 12 Jul                High treason in Dublin

In The reign of Henry VIII. (38 Years) It is said that no less a number than72,000 criminals were executed. In the ten years between 1820 and 1830 there were executed in England 797 criminals. The place of execution in London formerly generally at Tyburn was in front of Newgate from 1783 to 1868, when an act was passed directing executions to take place within the walls of the Prisons. The dissection of the bodies of the executed persons was abolished in 1832.

                                                    

             ' POETIC PICTURES OF SOUTH DEVON

               The Smugglers                                     

'Tis no encouragement to rack one's brains,

Then get one's statement doubted for one's pains.

Spirit of Chattertoil who wrote a lot of poems and poked them in the coffee-pot

To give them the appearances of age and get a lot of money for each page,

So they for” Rowley Poems” fairly passed; but poor young man they found him out at last,

Which got the genius into such disgrace that he resolved to quit his native place, And go to London and there try his hand at writing lines for Roberts, in the Strand, Who paid the youth so well for each production That he poor wretch committed self destruction-I say, oh, shade of Chatterton! Look down and cheer me on amid the critic's frown. The look of real old age my paper got I swear I haven't used the coffee pot.

 

                    How Bob Elliott Was Buried

Old Smuggler Bob Had done many a job

In running across the bay, with a cargo of stuff, For Bob wasn't a muff,

And did things in a business way. He’d a very small crew,-But Bob Elliott knew

They were stars of the very first water. His skiff was his pride,

Like a phantom she'd glide, No Custom~house crew ever caught her.

And many a ruse, But all of no use, His Majesty's men had tried;

For old Bob was too deep, And managed to keep, By stratagem, on the right side.

The crew of the smack Were Slippery Jack Bob Dugdale, and Aaron Trier;

There were Fogwell and Shears, Green, Lakeman, and Myers, In fact, all bold men could require. But Bob had the gout so couldn't get out When a cargo of stingo was due, And for many a week Had Smugglers Creek Been watched by a vigilant crew.        .

For the weather was clear and to come too near was a' risky thing to do,

As now and again the coastguard men their glasses were scanning through.

But good luck seemed to aid the rogues,so it made the night as black as a coal;

And ere the morn broke they had managed to poke the haul in a' secret hole.

Which is said to have led from Berry Head to a spot in Brixham town;

Called, the Old Laywell, Which. Rose and fell as the tide went up and down.

Yet they felt in a fix for they'd still got six small four-gallon kegs to stow;

But't would take no more, and the mate he swore in’ a way only smugglers know.'

No' time for delay, so they scampered away’ With the kegs to Captain Bob,

Who gave them a prayer For bringing it there, And promised each

"One for his nob."

Here am I with the gout, and can't get out; Oh what, with these kegs shall we do they'll be here without doubt, and bowl us out. So it's all up with I and you."

"I'm on the tack," Says' Slippery Jack, We must give out that your gone dead.

You can sit in a chair Like your grandmother there, and we'll Stow all 'the stuff in the bed."

The bright sun rose, And a coast man’s nose Was sniffing' the morning air; And he knowingly said, With’ a twitch’ of the head, There’s a cargo bin landed,

I'II swear.,, Bob Elliott, no doubt, But we'll find it out. "So they made for the smuggler's door,

And although 'twasn't kind, were delighted to find that troublesome Bob was "no more.

'l'hen the Commodore said, Respect for the dead

 Restrains us from searching the den; But we'11 keep it in sight By day and by night, Till they've buried the duffer-and then?"

'There was no other chance but to lead them a dance, so a coffin of monstrous size was made, and good need, For Bob was no reed, Yet the box caused a little surprise.

'Twas a mournful day When they bore him away not he in his grandmother's clothes; Twas his sprit they bore, whilst to keep from a roar in a kerchief Bob buried his nose

 The crew of the Bess Seemed in deep distress, as each marched, with a handkerchief white to the burial-place, Quite hid up his face, Twas a

seno-comical sight.

The men of Excise Even piped their eyes, for they looked on Bob as a "brick;"

But little they knew, as they searched the house through, how cleverly Bob did the trick.

That very same night a terrible sight was beheld, by coastguards three,

On the Totnes road, with a phantom load, they could solemnly swear 'twas he.

And each declared Bob Elliott glared like one whom they'd rather not name. Whilst the nag cocked his tail like a harpooned while and snorted a crimson flame

But Commodore Green Was a man who had seen A bit of the world, and so he made up his mind for himself to find If the thing was manoeuvred or so next night to Bob's house He crept like a mouse, And listened outside the door,

When he heard Bob say, "Then they all ran away, "Which set the whole crew in a roar.

"Oh," said Commodore Green, "Then done we 'ye been, as he poked his head inside, which scared 'em at first-then a lotider 'burst, For it wasn't to be denied.

The Commodore saw 'Twas no use to be "raw, “So he called them "a d-----  bad lot,

Past mending, I fear; But whilst I'm' here I may as well have some and hot

next morning they. knew .At the rendezvous how cleverly they'd been done.

He was named for that job "Resurrection Bob, "And he handed it down to his son.

 

                              THE OUTLAWS

           Contributed By Thomas E James

                tomjames1@prodigy.net

 The family connection of Jesse James (outlaw) and Shears as it has been related to me.

John R James and Robert Sallee James were brothers. John ,by my family folklore was my gggfather, Robert was Jesse's  father.

John R. to John E.(born in Caldwell, Ohio,US,d 10/18/1919) to Thornton Basie (b6/12/1877 in Caldwell, d5/5/1951 in Steubenville,Ohio). Thornton was my grandfather.

Thornton married Martha Louisa Shears in 1899, daughter of Charles Shears and Margaret Hopkins. Martha was born in Slate Creek, West Virginia,(b5/20/1879,d2/10/1958 in Steubenville,Ohio)

 

 

                         

                     George Shears Hung in Montana

            Contributed By Barry William Shears


There are extant records in Montana regarding a series of vigilante hangings in 1864. One of the twenty one unfortunate victims of the subsequent "Frontier Justice" was a George Shears. It was claimed by the vigilantes
that George was a member of the "Plummer Gang."
William Henry Plummer was elected Sherriff of the towns of Bannack and Virginia City. The Vigilantes maintained that Plummer was the ringleader of a band of criminals ( known as road agents) who terrorized the gold mining
camps of Montana in 1863.

On December 23, 1863, a group of citizens in Virginia City met secretly to form a Vigilance Commitee.

They adopted a set of by-laws and 24 individuals signed an oath of allegiance. During January and February of 1864 they
executed twenty-one men by hanging, with more to come in the months and years ahead. Not one of the executed

men had a trial, nor an appeal, nor even a chance to set his affairs in order before being hung.

An answer to an email sent in December 1998 to Louis Schmittroth elicited
the following response:

I have never had a question about George Shears before. He seems to one of the almost anonymous victims of the killing spree. In fact there is even some controversy about where he was executed. In VIGILANTE VICTIMS, Mather
and Boswell write:

While Williams had been interrogating Skinner and Carter, vigilante Number 84 had led a party of two to a ranch in the
Bitterroot Valley to find another man on the list, George Shears.

On their arrival, the twenty-one year old, who was armed with only a knife, immediately surrendered.

 As they walked to the barn for the execution, they passed the corral, and Shears (or so Number 84 claimed)

helpfully pointed out which horses were stolen so his captors would know which ones to take.
To save the time of fashioning some sort of gallows, Number 84 looped a rope over a barn beam and then asked

 the youth to scale a ladder and insert his head in the noose. Shears casually complied and on reaching
the top rung asked, "Gentlemen, I'm not used to this business, never having been hanged before.

Shall I jump off or slide off?" Amazed at his seeming indifference to death, Number 84 replied, "Jump!"
"All right," Shears said, "goodbye." The rope was long, and the jolt hard. Due to the time saved by skipping an

examination and using a ladder scaffold, Shears died before midnight, making his
execution date one day earlier than Skinner's and Carter's.[76]
Whereas Dimsdale says he was hanged at Frenchtown, which is NOT in the Bitterroot valley.

 

 

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