This is the third instalment of the story of the Beast of Ennerdale, a strange creature that rampaged across the Lake District in north western England in 1810. In five months, it killed almost 300 sheep, often just eating their soft organs and then lapping up their blood. The story of its ravages is told in the first two parts of this series:
Nowadays, we have almost an almost unbelievable ability to make contact with each other instantly right across the globe. Furthermore, we have immediate instant access to unbelievable amounts of knowledge and information.
Until very recently though, that was just not the case. There was no television. No radio. No access to books. Most people were illiterate, especially in the countryside. Nobody knew very much at all about natural history outside their own country. Contrast our situation with life outside London in 1198. Richard the Lionheart was the English king then, and he was the proud owner of his very own private zoo in the Tower of London. Richard had been on the Crusades and he must have known a little bit about some of the wildlife in the Middle East. Perhaps that was the reason that he had a pet crocodile in his collection of animals:
One day, the animal escaped. It somehow made its way to the marshes of north Essex. The reaction of the locals, of course, was that a dragon had come to visit them:
And what would the shepherds of the Lake District made of a giraffe? The very first one ever to be seen in England had only arrived on August 11, 1827, less than 200 years ago, and well after the début of the Beast of Ennerdale:
During the period of the Beast of Ennerdale, the whole country was visited by many travelling zoos. The cages were transported on wagons which were pulled around the countryside by horses. Conditions, of course, were appalling. The cages were cramped and the horses that pulled the wagons were grossly overworked. No animal rights in those days. The Church taught that animals had no souls, so what you did to them was simply irrelevant. Work them until they drop and then leave them to die. And then you can eat them.
The most famous of these travelling zoos was Wombwell’s Travelling Menagerie, which had a total of fifteen wagons and a large number of exotic animals. Wombwell bought them directly from ships as they arrived in England. They included elephants, giraffes, a gorilla, a hyena, a kangaroo, several leopards, a number of lions, llamas, monkeys, ocelots, onagers (what?), ostriches, panthers, various snakes, tigers, wildcats and zebras:
Wombwell had a number of snow leopards and his rhino was publicised as “the real unicorn of scripture”. Other faulty labelling is actually known to have cost him money. What he exhibited as a chimpanzee is now thought to have been the first ever Gorilla to be seen in Western Europe.
Here is a link to the story of George Wombwell told by Wikipedia. It really is worth a look, with some really funny anecdotes on offer:
All of these menageries were rather careless with their animals and escapes were not infrequent. In 1835, for example, a lion and a tigress escaped together and four people were killed. And that is what takes us back to the Beast of Ennerdale.
Apparently a number of the different travelling menageries had creatures which were exhibited as “tiger wolves”. Nowadays these animals are thought to have been thylacines, the so called “Tasmanian Tiger” or “Tasmanian Wolf”.
Here is a brief film, thanks to the Thylacine Museum:
The Museum also has a video where the extremely talented animal is apparently playing a piano, harpsichord type of thing:
So that is it! Mystery solved! The Beast of Ennerdale was an escaped Thylacine.
Nowadays, the Thylacine is extinct, of course. The last known specimen, “Benjamin”, died in captivity in Hobart Zoo on September 7th 1936:
The Thylacine had dark stripes over its back and could be up to eight or nine feet in length:
It was a marsupial which looked vaguely like a wolf and it ate flesh. It preferred the softer flesh to tougher meat such as the muscles.
The Thylacine was an apex predator and it was mainly nocturnal. Its behaviour was just like the Beast of Ennerdale because it retreated to the hills and woodlands in the daytime, avoiding contact with humans. It spent the daylight hours in caves or hollow tree trunks, sleeping on twigs or plant stalks. At night, it hunted the open heathland:
Supposedly, back in the wilds of Tasmania, it happily preyed upon farmers’ sheep and poultry and apparently liked to drink the blood of its prey.
And with that information, I really thought that I had found a solution for the identity of the Beast of Ennerdale. I really did. I really, really did:
A second level of internet research, though, shows that more or less all of the answers which have been suggested by the many websites which discuss the Beast of Ennerdale are most probably entirely wrong. The explanation of an escaped Thylacine is a very neat one, but modern science just dismisses it totally and completely.
Firstly, the blood drinking story seems to have originated merely from a single account heard at second-hand by Geoffrey Smith (1881–1916) in a shepherd’s hut in Tasmania. Not exactly a proven piece of Thylacine behaviour, certainly not enough to identify this creature’s presence in Ennerdale.
And killing and/or eating sheep? Well not really, apparently. Modern studies have now shown that the creature had the jaws of a wimp, not a wolf. It couldn’t have dealt with a dead sheep. Advanced computer modelling in 2011 showed that its prey size limit would have been in the region of only five kilos, animals such as the tiny possum:
And here is a link to a second study from 2012, “Tasmanian tiger was no sheep killer”. These are not just amateurs’ guesses picked out of the air, of course. These are both scientific papers, published for the judgement of the zoological world. They would not have been published in reputable journals if they were not serious research carried out by serious scientists.
Instead, the Thylacine is seen nowadays as having been just a scapegoat for the widespread mismanagement of sheep farms in Tasmania. Furthermore, the killing of sheep was far more probably carried out by the European dogs which had first reached Tasmania in 1798 with the arrival of the explorer George Bass and a number of seal hunters:
These men’s sled dogs interbred and their offspring subsequently dispersed into the temperate rain forest of the island. Some dogs were befriended by the aborigines but the majority just went wild.
During the period when Europeans were first coming across the Thylacine, therefore, there was already a population of feral dogs in Tasmania. They are far more likely to have been the animals responsible for the killings of sheep on the island, rather than the Thylacine. It was just easier for Europeans to blame a weird new animal than “man’s best friend”.
And what about the time schedule? How could a Thylacine have reached Cumberland for May 1810? At this time, the very best ships took a minimum of three months to reach Australia and a further three months to return to England:
The first thylacine had been seen by the French on May 13th 1792. They would not have told the English because, surprise, surprise, the two nations were at war with one another. More than ten years later, the Lieutenant Governor of Tasmania sent the first full description of the animal for publication in the Sydney Gazette of April 21st 1805:
At that time, it was not a particularly familiar animal to the European people on the island. In June 1805, five convicts escaped from the only recently established penal colony. The establishment’s pastor, Robert Knopwood, wrote in his journal on June 18th 1805, shortly after the convicts had been recaptured:
“Am engaged all the morn, upon business examining the 5 prisoners that went into the bush. They informed me that on 2 May when they were in the wood they see a large tyger that the dog they had with them went nearly up to it and when the tyger see the men which were about 100 yards away from it, it went away I make no doubt but here are many wild animals which we have not yet seen”
At this point, in 1805, no Thylacine had been captured. It had only been briefly glimpsed at a hundred yards’ range. Tasmania was the size of Ireland and more or less completely covered in forest, with only one small settlement of convicts. How on earth could a Thylacine have reached Ennerdale by 1810? Just look at the timetable:
“Captured in Tasmania, in 1806 at the earliest—shipped to Sydney—sent to England—didn’t die on the three month journey—bought by a zoo keeper in London—taken by horse drawn cart to the north (three or four weeks?)—escaped—seen in Cumberland, doing things we now know a Thylacine could not do”
Not very likely is it?
Anyway, here is a nice longer film of a Thylacine from LINCTasmania. It dates from 1964 and is a wonderful period piece, well worth watching, just for the accents and the product placement :
And finally, here are two videos about the Thylacine from my hero, MK Davis, the man who has been called “The Hippy from Mississippi”. He is a photographic analyst and is well worth your time. The first film is an analysis of a modern home movie, purporting to show an animal which may be a living, surviving Thylacine:
The second film from MK shows his thoughts on where Thylacines may survive nowadays:
And the Beast of Ennerdale? Well, the locals at the time thought it was a feral dog, and they may well have been right:
“No one knew to whom the dog had belonged, or whence he came ; but being of a mongrel breed, and excessively shy, it was conjectured he had escaped from the chain of some gipsy troop. He was a smooth-haired dog, of a tawny mouse colour, with dark streaks, in tiger fashion, over his hide ; and appeared to be a cross between mastiff and greyhound. Strongly built and of good speed, being both well fed and well exercised, his endurance was very great.”
On the other hand, unlike most dogs that I know, the Beast was never heard to bark, growl or howl. And why would you go to the considerable expense of stuffing the corpse and displaying it in Hutton’s Museum in Keswick if it were just “a cross between mastiff and greyhound”. Perhaps the Beast of Ennerdale was the Beast of Gévaudan on his holidays.
“C’était comme un chien, mais ce n’était pas un chien”…
14 responses to “The Beast of Ennerdale: Part three”
You were right, it didn’t have the ending I wanted. The poor animal looked desperate to be free again, instead the entire species was annihilated.
Let’s hope not. There is now evidence, since I wrote these blog posts, that the Australian Government has known of Thylacines as recently as the early 1980s. Even if that was the very last one, then the species cannot be extinct yet, because the official rules say that everybody has to wait 50 years with no trace of an animal before it is officially declared extinct.
So – there’s still hope!
What an ending and such an interesting article. I’ve never heard of or seen that creature how bizarre!
Thanks very much. There is a lot of strange stuff tucked away in the recesses of the Internet. It reminds me a lot of searching through a Sunday car boot sale for something good among all the rubbish!
What a fabulous analogy. Down side is, there’s a lot of rubbish!
Wow! What a post! I have to stop reading your beast posts, John!! Dear Heavens on my walk today a DOG slunk from out of the bushes (he looked to be a pit bull) and let me tell you he did not look none too friendly. Never have I felt fear derived from an animal but today I certainly did. Gee willikers! Your stories seem to be coming true in my Life. LOL I was SO relieved my way of dealing with the situation told this dog I was no threat. Now is this the last part of this beast story? Please tell me it is. LOL Wonderully written, nonetheless. 😉 ❤
Yes, Amy, it is the last bit of the story, so you have nothing to fear. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now, off to find something for Hallowe’en……..
*biting nails* Oh boy! LOL
Fascinating stuff. It makes you wonder just which animals have escaped into Britain, over the years, and their ancestors live on today!
I think you are absolutely right, Dorne. I think there are probably breeding populations of big cats by now, as well as what you might call an accidental escape. We know, for example, that a lorry container from Scandinavia was opened in Durham recently and a wolverine came out, ran off and was never seen again. There are a further two Wolverines in South Wales, apparently, same scenario. Hopefully they won’t breed.
The skull analysis is far, far from accepted. Other analysis suggests that the bite force of a Tasmanian wolf was much more powerful than that of a placental wolf but the skull was not as well adapted to grip struggling prey. Wolves are pack hunters that harry their prey biting and holding. The thylacine probably kills its prey with one or two savage bites resulting in the victim bleeding out very quickly. Those who knew of it in the field said it could bite through a dog’s skull or a wombat’s rib cage.
Thylacines were solitary hunters killing creatures like wombats and kangaroos. Wolves hunt prey as big as bison and moose but in packs. In a one on one fight my money would be on the marsupial. A thylacine would have little trouble killing a sheep although the mass slaughters levelled against it by Tasmanian farmers would be impossible.
Thanks a lot for your interest. Does that mean that even if the animal in Ennerdale were a thylacine (which I very much doubt, given the time schedule) it would not be rampaging through the flocks of sheep, killing so many night after night? Personally, I think it was some kind of relict species having one last fling, before it went extinct for ever!! Thanks a lot for dropping by, by the way!
A thylacine could easily kill a sheep but i doubt it would kill more than one a night.