Kate’s notes:  Glaswegian James Gulliland was truly one of those souls who was born beneath a wandering star. From Glasgow to the gold fields of California, Australia and finally New Zealand, he was perhaps as much in pursuit of adventure as treasure.
    I am curious about his connection to another Gulliland family of Glasgow. In the Gilliland Trails archives are the obituaries for two Gulliland brothers from that city: Allan Edgar (who emigrated to Canada) and John Alexander Gulliland, sons of John Carss and Mary (Falconer) Gulliland. 
    Below are both the death notice for “Glasgow Jamie” and the full obituary. And yes, “No Town” actually IS a town in New Zealand.

Grey River Argus
Greymouth, New Zealand
Volume XXXVII, Issue 9230
5 September 1895

    GULLILAND. -- At the Grey River Hospital, on September 4, James Gulliland, native of Glasgow, and late of Red Jacks, aged 67.

The obituary for James appears below, though I have not included that portion of the article pertaining to James Clegg.

Grey River Argus
Greymouth, New Zealand
Volume XXXVII, Issue 9239
16 September 1895

NO TOWN
(Our Correspondent)
James Gulliland and Charley Clegg

    Since I penned my last letter two old and respected residents of this district have joined the great majority, both having closed their earthly career at the Grey River Hospital of the 4th inst.
 
[snipping here the memorial to Charley Clegg]

     Messrs William Tuity and John Flynn brought the remains of James Gulliland up to No Town on Friday and they were interred on Saturday afternoon. The funeral cortege left Mr. McCarthy’s Hotel shortly after 3 p m, and notwithstanding the inclemency of the weather, which was rendered miserable by almost a continued downpour of rain all day, the procession was far from being a small one, as mostly all the miners in the whole riding attended to see the last of poor Glasgow Jamie, a name by which he was widely known. The Rev. Mr. Dart read in a clear and very impressive manner the burial service at the grave, and it was rather touching to witness the solemnity with which one and all listened to the all inspiring words of the Apostle Paul. Deceased, who was a native of Glasgow, was the only son of a well to do builder of that city, but instead of following in his father’s footsteps, his inclination led him to be a sailor. He served his apprenticeship on board a Clyde merchantman, and soon afterwards exchanged a life on the ocean wave for that of a gold digger in California, where he arrived in 1849. That he did not succeed there may be gathered from the fact of his going to sea again, though evidently for only a short duration, as he landed in Sydney en route for the Victorian gold fields, early in the fifties. He continued there with varying sucesses and failures until the discovery of gold in Otago allured him to this country, and lastly to Red Jacks, where he has had his ups and downs until he was overtaken with the illness which carried him off. He was of a social and generous disposition, a qualification which won for him the esteem of a large circle of friends, and besides taking an active interest in local affairs, he was for years a consistent member of the Victory Lodge I. O. G. T.  He died at the ripe age of 66 years. I am indebted to Mr Duncan Corbett, head teacher of the Red Jack’s state school, for most of the above details.
    No Town, September 11, 1895

-- transcription by Kate Maynard, 2011