Thegrassisratherscant,it’strue,Butthisafairexchangeis,ThesheepcanseealovelyviewByclimbinguptheranges。
  AndShe—oakFlat’sthestation’sname,I’mnotsurprisedatthat,sirs:
  TheoaksweretherebeforeIcame,AndIsuppliedtheflat,sirs。
  Amanwouldwonderhowit’sdone,Thestocksosoondecreases——
  TheysometimestumbleofftherunAndbreakthemselvestopieces。
  I’vetriedtomakeexpensesmeet,Butwastedallmylabours,Thesheepthedingoesdidn’teatWerestolenbytheneighbours。
  Theystolemypears——mynativepears——
  Thosethrice—convictedfelons,AndravishedfrommeunawaresMycropofpaddy—melons。
  Andsometimesundersunnyskies,Withoutanexplanation,TheMurrumbidgeeusedtoriseAndoverflowthestation。
  Butthiswascaused(asnowIknow)
  WhensummersunshineglowingHadmeltedallKiandra’ssnowAndsettherivergoing。
  Andinthenews,perhapsyouread:
  `Stockpassings。Puckawidgee,Fatcattle:SevenhundredheadSweptdowntheMurrumbidgee;
  Theirdestination’squiteobscure,But,somehow,there’sanotion,Unlesstheriverfalls,they’resureToreachtheSouthernOcean。’
  SoafterthatI’llgiveitbest;
  NomorewithFateI’llbattle。
  I’lllettherivertaketherest,Forthosewereallmycattle。
  AndwithonecomprehensivecurseIclosemybriefnarration,Andadvertiseitinmyverse——
  `ForSale!AMountainStation。’
  BeenThereBeforeTherecameastrangertoWalgetttown,ToWalgetttownwhenthesunwaslow,Andhecarriedathirstthatwasworthacrown,Yethowtoquenchithedidnotknow;
  Buthethoughthemighttakethoseyokelsdown,TheguilelessyokelsofWalgetttown。
  Theymadehimabetinaprivatebar,Inaprivatebarwhenthetalkwashigh,AndtheybethimsomepoundsnomatterhowfarHecouldpeltastone,yethecouldnotshyAstonerightovertheriversobrown,TheDarlingriveratWalgetttown。
  HeknewthattheriverfrombanktobankWasfiftyyards,andhesmiledasmileAshetrundleddown,buthishopestheysankFortherewasn’tastonewithinfiftymile;
  ForthesaltbushplainandtheopendownProducenoquarriesinWalgetttown。
  Theyokelslaughedathishopeso’erthrown,Andhestoodawhilelikeamaninadream;
  Thenoutofhispockethefetchedastone,Andpelteditoverthesilentstream——
  Hehadbeentherebefore:hehadwandereddownOnapreviousvisittoWalgetttown。
  TheManWhoWasAwayThewidowsoughtthelawyer’sroomwithchildrenthreeintow,Shetoldthelawyermanhertaleintonesofdeepestwoe。
  Saidshe,`Myhusbandtooktodrinkforpainsinhisinside,Andneverdrewasoberbreathfromthenuntilhedied。
  `Heneverdrewasoberbreath,hediedwithoutawill,AndImustsellthebitoflandthechilder’smouthstofill。
  There’ssomeisgrownandgoneaway,butsomeischilderyet,Andtimesisverybadindeed——alivin’shardtoget。
  `There’sMinandSisandlittleChris,theystopsathomewithme,AndSalhasmarriedGreenhideBillthatbreaksforBingeree。
  AndFredisdrovin’Conroy’ssheepalongtheCastlereagh,AndCharley’sshearin’downtheBland,andPeterisaway。’
  Thelawyerwrotethedetailsdownininkoflegalblue——
  `There’sMinnie,Susan,Christopher,theystopathomewithyou;
  There’sSarah,Frederick,andCharles,I’llwritetothemto—day,Butwhatabouttheotherone——theonewhoisaway?
  `You’llhavetofurnishhisconsenttosellthebitofland。’
  Thewidowshuffledinherseat,`Oh,don’tyouunderstand?
  Ithoughtalawyeroughttoknow——Idon’tknowwhattosay——
  You’llhavetodowithouthim,boss,forPeterisaway。’
  Butherethelittleboyspokeup——saidhe,`Wethoughtyouknew;
  He’sdonesixmonthsinGoulburngaol——he’sgotsixmoretodo。’
  Thusinonecomprehensiveflashhemadeitclearasday,ThemysteryofPeter’slife——themanwhowasaway。
  TheManfromIronbarkItwasthemanfromIronbarkwhostrucktheSydneytown,Hewanderedoverstreetandpark,hewanderedupanddown。
  Heloiteredhere,heloiteredthere,tillhewasliketodrop,Untilatlastinsheerdespairhesoughtabarber’sshop。
  `’Ere!shavemybeardandwhiskersoff,I’llbeamanofmark,I’llgoanddotheSydneytoffuphomeinIronbark。’
  Thebarbermanwassmallandflash,asbarbersmostlyare,Heworeastrike—your—fancysash,hesmokedahugecigar:
  Hewasahumoristofnoteandkeenatrepartee,Helaidtheoddsandkepta`tote’,whateverthatmaybe,Andwhenhesawourfriendarrive,hewhispered`Here’salark!
  Justwatchmecatchhimallalive,thismanfromIronbark。’
  Thereweresomegildedyouthsthatsatalongthebarber’swall,Theireyesweredull,theirheadswereflat,theyhadnobrainsatall;
  Tothemthebarberpassedthewink,hisdextereyelidshut,`I’llmakethisbloomin’yokelthinkhisbloomin’throatiscut。’
  Andashesoapedandrubbeditinhemadearuderemark:
  `Is’posetheflatsisprettygreenupthereinIronbark。’
  Agruntwasallreplyhegot;heshavedthebushman’schin,Thenmadethewaterboilinghotanddippedtherazorin。
  Heraisedhishand,hisbrowgrewblack,hepausedawhiletogloat,Thenslashedthered—hotrazor—backacrosshisvictim’sthroat;
  Uponthenewlyshavenskinitmadealividmark——
  Nodoubtitfairlytookhimin——themanfromIronbark。
  Hefetchedawildup—countryyellmightwakethedeadtohear,Andthoughhisthroat,heknewfullwell,wascutfromeartoear,Hestruggledgamelytohisfeet,andfacedthemurd’rousfoe:
  `You’vedoneforme!youdog,I’mbeat!onehitbeforeIgo!
  IonlywishIhadaknife,youblessedmurderingshark!
  Butyou’llrememberallyourlife,themanfromIronbark。’
  Helifteduphishairypaw,withonetremendouscloutHelandedonthebarber’sjaw,andknockedthebarberout。
  Hesettoworkwithtoothandnail,hemadetheplaceawreck;
  Hegrabbedthenearestgildedyouth,andtriedtobreakhisneck。
  Andallthewhilehisthroatheheldtosavehisvitalspark,And`Murder!BloodyMurder!’yelledthemanfromIronbark。
  Apeelermanwhoheardthedincameintoseetheshow;
  Hetriedtorunthebushmanin,butherefusedtogo。
  Andwhenatlastthebarberspoke,andsaid,`’Twasallinfun——
  ’Twasjustalittleharmlessjoke,atrifleoverdone。’
  `Ajoke!’hecried,`ByGeorge,that’sfine;alivelysortoflark;
  I’dliketocatchthatmurderingswinesomenightinIronbark。’
  Andnowwhileroundtheshearingfloorthelist’ningshearersgape,Hetellsthestoryo’erando’er,andbragsofhisescape。
  `Thembarberchapswhatkeepsatote,ByGeorge,I’vehadenough,Onetriedtocutmybloomin’throat,butthanktheLordit’stough。’
  Andwhetherhe’sbelievedorno,there’sonethingtoremark,ThatflowingbeardsareallthegowayupinIronbark。
  TheOpenSteeplechaseIhadriddenoverhurdlesupthecountryonceortwice,BythesideofSnowyRiverwithahorsetheycalled`TheAce’。
  AndwebroughthimdowntoSydney,andourriderJimmyRice,Gotafallandbrokehisshoulder,sotheynabbedmeinatrice——
  Me,thatneverworethecolours,fortheOpenSteeplechase。
  `Maketherunning,’saidthetrainer,`it’syouronlychancewhatever,Makeithotfromstarttofinish,fortheoldblackhorsecanstay,Andjustthinkofhowthey’lltakeit,whentheyhearonSnowyRiverThatthecountryboywasplucky,andthecountryhorsewasclever。
  YoumustrideforoldMonaroandthemountainboysto—day。’
  `Areyouready?’saidthestarter,asweheldthehorsesback,Allablazingwithimpatience,withexcitementallaglow;
  Beforeuslikearibbonstretchedthesteeplechasingtrack,Andthesun—raysglistenedbrightlyonthechestnutandtheblackAsthestarter’swordscameslowly,`Are——you——ready?Go!’
  Well,Iscarcelyknewwe’dstarted,Iwasstupid—likewithwonderTillthefieldclosedupbesidemeandajumpappearedahead。
  Andweflewitlikeahurdle,notabaulkandnotablunder,Aswechargeditalltogether,anditfairlywhistledunder,Andthensomewerepulledbehindmeandafewshotoutandled。
  Soweranforhalfthedistance,andI’mmakingnopretencesWhenItellyouIwasfeelingverynervous—likeandqueer,Forthosejockeysrodelikedemons;
  youwouldthinkthey’dlosttheirsensesIfyousawthemrushtheirhorsesatthoseraspingfivefootfences——
  AndinplaceofmakingrunningIwasfallingtotherear。
  Tillachapcameracingpastmeonahorsetheycalled`TheQuiver’,Andsaidhe,`Mycountryjoker,areyougoingtogiveitbest?
  Areyoufrightenedofthefences?doestheirstoutnessmakeyoushiver?
  HavetheycometobreedingcowardsbythesideofSnowyRiver?
  ArethereridersonMonaro?————’butIneverheardtherest。
  ForIdrovetheAceandsenthimjustasfastashecouldpaceit,Atthebigblacklineoftimberstretchingfairacrossthetrack,AndheshotbesidetheQuiver。`Now,’saidI,`myboy,we’llraceit。
  YoucancomewithSnowyRiverifyou’reonlygametofaceit,Letusmendthepacealittleandwe’llseewhocriesacrack。’
  Soweracedawaytogether,andwelefttheothersstanding,Andthepeoplecheeredandshoutedaswesettleddowntoride,AndweclungbesidetheQuiver。AthistakingoffandlandingIcouldseehisscarletnostrilandhismightyribsexpanding,AndtheAcestretchedoutinearnestandweheldhimstrideforstride。
  Butthepacewassoterrificthattheysoonranouttheirtether——
  Theywererollingintheirgallop,theywerefairlyblownandbeat——
  Buttheybothweregameaspebbles——neitheronewouldshowthefeather。
  Andwerushedthematthefences,andtheyclearedthembothtogether,Nearlyeverytimetheyclouted,buttheysomehowkepttheirfeet。
  Thenthelastjumprosebeforeus,andtheyfaceditgameasever——
  Wewerebothatspurandwhipcord,fetchingbloodateverybound——
  Andabovethepeople’scheeringandthecriesof`Ace’and`Quiver’,Icouldhearthetrainershouting,`OnemorerunforSnowyRiver。’
  Thenwestruckthejumptogetherandcamesmashingtotheground。
  Well,theQuiverrantoblazes,buttheAcestoodstillandwaited,StoodandwaitedlikeastatuewhileIscrambledonhisback。
  Therewasnoonenextornearmeforthefieldwasfairlyslated,SoIcanteredhomeawinnerwithmyshoulderdislocated,WhilethemanthatrodetheQuiverfollowedlimpingdownthetrack。
  AndheshookmyhandandtoldmethatinallhisdaysheneverMetamanwhorodemoregamely,andourlastsettowasprime,AndwewiredthemonMonarohowwechancedtobeattheQuiver。
  Andtheysentusbackananswer,`GoodoldsortfromSnowyRiver:
  Senduswordeachraceyoustartinandwe’llbackyoueverytime。’
  TheAmateurRiderHIMgoingtorideforus!HIM——
  withthepantsandtheeyeglassandall。
  Amateur!don’thejustlookit——it’stwentytooneonafall。
  BossmustbegoneoffhisheadtobesendingoursteeplechasecrackOutoverfenceslikethesewithanobjectlikethatonhisback。
  Ride!Don’ttellMEhecanride。
  Withhispantsjustaslooseasballoons,Howcanhesitonhishorse?andhisspurslikeapairofharpoons;
  OughttobeundertheDogAct,heought,andbekeptoffthecourse。
  Fall!why,he’dfalloffacart,letaloneoffasteeplechasehorse……
  Yessir!the’orseisallready——Iwishyou’dhaverodehimbefore;
  Nothinglikeknowingyour’orse,sir,andthischap’saterrortobore;
  Battleaxealwayscouldpull,andherusheshisfenceslikefun——
  Standsoffhisjumptwentyfeet,andthenspringslikeashotfromagun。
  Oh,hecanjump’emallright,sir,youmakenomistake,’e’satoff;
  Clouts’eminearnest,too,sometimes,youmindthathedon’tcloutyouoff——
  Don’tseemtomindhowhehits’em,hisshinsisashardasanail,Sometimesyou’llseethefenceshakeandthesplintersflyupfromtherail。
  Allyoucandoistoholdhimandjustlethimjumpashelikes,Givehimhisheadatthefences,andhangonlikedeathifhestrikes;
  Don’tlethimrunhimselfout——youcanliethirdorfourthintherace——
  Untilyouclearthestonewall,andfromthatyoucanputonthepace。
  Fellatthatwallonce,hedid,anditgavehimaregularspread,Eversincethattimehefliesit——he’llstopifyoupullathishead,Justlethimrace——youcantrusthim——
  he’lltakefirst—classcarehedon’tfall,AndIthinkthat’sthelot——butremember,HEMUSTHAVEHISHEADATTHEWALL……
  Well,he’sdownsafeasfarasthestart,andheseemstositonprettyneat,Onlyhisbaggifiedbreecheswouldruinateanyone’sseat——
  They’reaway——heretheycome——thefirstfence,andhe’sheadoverheelsforacrown!
  Goodforthenewchum,he’sover,andtwooftheothersaredown!
  Nowforthetreble,myhearty——ByJove,hecanride,afterall;
  Whoop,that’syoursort——lethimflythem!
  Hehasn’tmuchfearofafall。
  Whointheworldwouldhavethoughtit?Andaren’ttheyjustgoingapace?
  LittleRecruitintheleadtherewillmakeitastoutly—runrace。
  Lord!Butthey’reracinginearnest——anddowngoesRecruitonhishead,Rollingcleanoverhisboy——it’samiracleifheain’tdead。
  Battleaxe,Battleaxe,yet!BytheLord,he’sgotmostof’embeat——
  Ho!didyouseehowhestruck,andtheswellnevermovedinhisseat?
  Secondtimeround,and,byJingo!he’sholdinghisleadof’emwell;
  Harktohimcloutingthetimber!Itdon’tseemtotroubletheswell。
  Nowforthewall——lethimrushit。Athirty—footleap,Ideclare——
  Neverashiftinhisseat,andhe’sracingforhomelikeahare。
  What’sthatthat’schasinghim——Rataplan——regulardemontostay!
  Sitdownandrideforyourlifenow!
  Oh,good,that’sthestyle——comeaway!
  Rataplan’scertaintobeatyou,unlessyoucangivehimtheslip;
  Sitdownandrubinthewhalebonenow——givehimthespursandthewhip!
  Battleaxe,Battleaxe,yet——andit’sBattleaxewinsforacrown;
  Lookathimrushingthefences,hewantstobringt’otherchapdown。
  Rataplanneverwillcatchhimifonlyhekeepsonhispins;
  Now!thelastfence!andhe’soverit!Battleaxe,Battleaxewins!……
  Well,sir,yourodehimjustperfect——
  Iknewfromthefirstyoucouldride。
  Someofthechapssaidyoucouldn’t,an’Isaysjustlikethisa’oneside:
  Markme,Isays,that’satradesman——thesaddleiswherehewasbred。
  Weight!you’reallright,sir,andthankyou;
  andthemwasthewordsthatIsaid。
  OnKiley’sRunTherovingbreezescomeandgoOnKiley’sRun,Thesleepyrivermurmurslow,AndfarawayonedimlyseesBeyondthestretchofforesttrees——
  Beyondthefoothillsduskanddun——
  TherangessleepinginthesunOnKiley’sRun。
  ’TismanyyearssincefirstIcameToKiley’sRun,MoreyearsthanIwouldcaretonameSinceI,astripling,usedtorideFormilesandmilesatKiley’sside,ThewhileinstirringtoneshetoldThestoriesofthedaysofoldOnKiley’sRun。
  IseetheoldbushhomesteadnowOnKiley’sRun,JustnestleddownbeneaththebrowOfonesmallridgeabovethesweepOfriver—flat,wherewillowsweepAndjasmineflowersandrosesbloom,TheairwasladenwithperfumeOnKiley’sRun。
  WelivedthegoodoldstationlifeOnKiley’sRun,Withlittlethoughtofcareorstrife。
  OldKileyseldomusedtoroam,HelikedtomaketheRunhishome,TheswagmanneverturnedawayWithemptyhandatcloseofdayFromKiley’sRun。
  WekeptaracehorsenowandthenOnKiley’sRun,Andneighb’ringstationsbroughttheirmenTomeetingswherethesportwasfree,AnddaintyladiescametoseeTheirchampionsride;withlaughandsongTheoldhouserangthewholenightlongOnKiley’sRun。
  ThestationhandswerefriendsIwotOnKiley’sRun,Areckless,merry—heartedlot——
  Allsplendidriders,andtheyknewThe`boss’waskindnessthroughandthrough。
  OldKileyalwaysstoodtheirfriend,AndsotheyservedhimtotheendOnKiley’sRun。
  ButdroughtsandlossescameapaceToKiley’sRun,Tillruinstaredhimintheface;
  Hetoiledandtoiledwhilelivedthelight,Hedreamedofoverdraftsatnight:
  Atlength,becausehecouldnotpay,HisbankerstookthestockawayFromKiley’sRun。
  OldKileystoodandsawthemgoFromKiley’sRun。
  Thewell—bredcattlemarchingslow;
  Hisstockmen,matesformanyaday,Theywrunghishandandwentaway。
  Toooldtomakeanotherstart,OldKileydied——ofbrokenheart,OnKiley’sRun……
  TheownerlivesinEnglandnowOfKiley’sRun。
  Heknowsaracehorsefromacow;
  Butthatisallheknowsofstock:
  HischiefestcareishowtodockExpenses,andhesendsfromtownTocuttheshearers’wagesdownOnKiley’sRun。
  TherearenoneighboursanywhereNearKiley’sRun。
  Thehospitablehomesarebare,Thegardensgone;fornopretenceMusthindercuttingdownexpense:
  ThehomesteadthatweheldsodearContainsahalf—paidoverseerOnKiley’sRun。
  AlllifeandsportandhopehavediedOnKiley’sRun。
  Nolongertherethestockmenride;
  Forsour—facedboundaryriderscreepOnmongrelhorsesaftersheep,Throughrangeswhere,atracingspeed,OldKileyusedto`wheelthelead’
  OnKiley’sRun。
  ThererunsalaneforthirtymilesThroughKiley’sRun。
  Oneithersidetheherbagesmiles,Butwretchedtrav’llingsheepmustpassWithoutadrinkorbladeofgrassThro’thatlonglaneofdeathandshame:
  ThewearydroverscursethenameOfKiley’sRun。
  ThenameitselfischangedoflateOfKiley’sRun。
  Theycallit`ChandosParkEstate’。
  ThelonelyswagmanthroughthedarkMusthumphisswagpastChandosPark。
  ThenameisEnglish,don’tyousee,TheoldnamesweetersoundstomeOf`Kiley’sRun’。
  IcannotguesswhatfatewillbringToKiley’sRun——
  Forchancescomeandchangesring——
  Iscarcelythink’twillalwaysbeLockeduptosuitanabsentee;
  AndifheletsitoutinfarmsHistenantssoonwillcarryarmsOnKiley’sRun。
  FryingPan’sTheologyScene:OnMonaro。
  DRAMATISPERSONAE:
  Shock—headedblackfellow,Boy(onapony)。
  SnowflakesarefallingSogentleandslow,Youngstersays,`FryingPan,Whatmakesitsnow?’
  FryingPanconfidentMakesthereply——
  `Shake’embigflourbagUpinthesky!’
  `What!whenthere’smilesofit!
  Sur’lythat’sbrag。
  WhoistherestrongenoughShakesuchabag?’
  `Whatparsontellin’you,OleMisterDodd,TellyouinSunday—school?
  BigfellerGod!
  HedriveHisbullockdray,Thenthundergo,HeshakeHisflourbag——
  Tumbledownsnow!’
  TheTwoDevinesItwasshearing—timeattheMyallLake,Andthererosethesoundthro’thelivelongdayOftheconstantclashthattheshear—bladesmakeWhenthefastestshearersaremakingplay,Buttherewasn’tamanintheshearers’linesThatcouldshearasheepwiththetwoDevines。
  Theyhadrungtheshedsoftheeastandwest,HadbeatenthecracksoftheWalgettside,AndtheCoomashearershadgiv’nthembest——
  Whentheysawthemshear,theyweresatisfied。
  FromthesouthernslopestothewesternpinesTheywerenotedmen,werethetwoDevines。
  ’Twasawetherflockthathadcometohand,Greatstrugglingbrutes,thattheshearersshirk,Forthefleecewasfilledwiththegrassandsand,Andseventysheepwasabigday’swork。
  `Atapoundahundredit’sdashedhardlinesToshearsuchsheep,’saidthetwoDevines。
  Buttheshearersknewthatthey’dmakeachequeWhentheycametodealwiththestationewes;
  TheywerebareofbellyandbareofneckWithafleeceaslightasakangaroo’s。
  `Wewillshowthebosshowashear—bladeshinesWhenwereachthoseewes,’saidthetwoDevines。
  ButitchancednextdaywhenthestuntedpinesWereswayedandstirredwiththedawn—wind’sbreath,ThatamessagecameforthetwoDevinesThattheirfatherlayatthepointofdeath。
  SoawayatspeedthroughthewhisperingpinesDownthebridletrackrodethetwoDevines。
  Itwasfiftymilestotheirfather’shut,Andthedawnwasbrightwhentheyrodeaway;
  AtthefallofnightwhentheshedwasshutAndthemenhadrestfromthetoilsomeday,Totheshedoncemorethroughthedark’ningpinesOntheirwearysteedscamethetwoDevines。
  `Well,you’rebackrightsudden,’thesuper。said;
  `Istheoldmandeadandthefuneraldone?’
  `Well,no,sir,heain’tnotexactlydead,Butasgoodasdead,’saidtheeldestson——
  `Andwecouldn’tbearsuchachancetolose,Sowecamestraightbacktotackletheewes。’……
  TheyareshearingewesattheMyallLake,AndtheshedismerrythelivelongdayWiththeclashingsoundthattheshear—bladesmakeWhenthefastestshearersaremakingplay,Andacoupleof`hundredandninety—nines’
  ArethetalliesmadebythetwoDevines。
  IntheDrovingDays`Onlyapound,’saidtheauctioneer,`Onlyapound;andI’mstandinghereSellingthisanimal,gainorloss。
  Onlyapoundforthedrover’shorse;
  Oneofthesortthatwasneverafraid,OneoftheboysoftheOldBrigade;
  Thoroughlyhonestandgame,I’llswear,Onlyalittletheworseforwear;
  Plentyasbadtobeseenintown,GivemeabidandI’llknockhimdown;
  Soldashestands,andwithoutrecourse,Givemeabidforthedrover’shorse。’
  LoiteringthereinanaimlesswaySomehowInoticedthepooroldgrey,Wearyandbatteredandscrewed,ofcourse,YetwhenInoticedtheoldgreyhorse,Theroughbushsaddle,andsinglereinOfthebridlelaidonhistangledmane,StraightwaythecrowdandtheauctioneerSeemedonasuddentodisappear,Meltedawayinakindofhaze,Formyheartwentbacktothedrovingdays。
  Backtotheroad,andIcrossedagainOverthemilesofthesaltbushplain——
  TheshiningplainthatissaidtobeThedried—upbedofaninlandsea,WheretheairsodryandsoclearandbrightRefractsthesunwithawondrouslight,AndoutinthedimhorizonmakesThedeepbluegleamofthephantomlakes。
  AtdawnofdaywewouldfeelthebreezeThatstirredtheboughsofthesleepingtrees,AndbroughtabreathofthefragrancerareThatcomesandgoesinthatscentedair;
  ForthetreesandgrassandtheshrubscontainAdrysweetscentonthesaltbushplain。
  Forthosethatloveitandunderstand,Thesaltbushplainisawonderland。
  Awondrouscountry,whereNature’swaysWererevealedtomeinthedrovingdays。
  Wesawthefleetwildhorsespass,AndthekangaroosthroughtheMitchellgrass,TheemuranwithherfrightenedbroodAllunmolestedandunpursued。
  ButthereroseashoutandawildhubbubWhenthedingoracedforhisnativescrub,AndhepaidrightdearforhisstolenmealsWiththedrover’sdogsathiswretchedheels。
  Forweranhimdownatarattlingpace,Whilethepackhorsejoinedinthestirringchase。
  Andawildhallooatthekillwe’draise——
  Wewerelightofheartinthedrovingdays。
  ’Twasadrover’shorse,andmyhandagainMadeamovetocloseonafanciedrein。
  ForIfelttheswingandtheeasystrideOfthegrandoldhorsethatIusedtorideIndroughtorplenty,ingoodorill,Thatsameoldsteedwasmycomradestill;
  TheoldgreyhorsewithhishonestwaysWasamatetomeinthedrovingdays。
  Whenwekeptourwatchinthecoldanddamp,Ifthecattlebrokefromthesleepingcamp,Overtheflatsandacrosstheplain,Withmyheadbentdownonhiswavingmane,ThroughtheboughsaboveandthestumpsbelowOnthedarkestnightIcouldlethimgoAtaracingspeed;hewouldchoosehiscourse,Andmylifewassafewiththeoldgreyhorse。
  Butmanandhorsehadafavouritejob,Whenanoutlawbrokefromastationmob,Witharightgoodwillwasthestockwhipplied,Astheoldhorseracedatthestraggler’sside,Andthegreenhidewhipsuchawealwouldraise,Wecouldusethewhipinthedrovingdays……
  `Onlyapound!’andwasthistheend——
  Onlyapoundforthedrover’sfriend。
  Thedrover’sfriendthathadseenhisday,Andnowwasworthless,andcastawayWithabrokenkneeandabrokenheartTobefloggedandstarvedinahawker’scart。
  Well,ImadeabidforasenseofshameAndthememoriesdearofthegoodoldgame。
  `Thankyou?Guinea!andcheapatthat!
  Againstyouthereinthecurlyhat!
  Onlyaguinea,andonemorechance,Downhegoesifthere’snoadvance,Third,andthelasttime,one!two!three!’
  Andtheoldgreyhorsewasknockeddowntome。
  Andnowhe’swandering,fatandsleek,OnthelucerneflatsbytheHomesteadCreek;
  Idarenotridehimforfearhe’dfall,Buthedoesajourneytobeatthemall,Forthoughhescarcelyatrotcanraise,Hecantakemebacktothedrovingdays。
  Lost`Heoughttobehome,’saidtheoldman,`withoutthere’ssomethingamiss。
  HeonlywenttotheTwo—mile——heoughttobebackbythis。
  HeWOULDridetheRecklessfilly,heWOULDhavehiswilfulway;
  And,here,he’snotbackatsundown——andwhatwillhismothersay?
  `Hewasalwayshismother’sidol,sinceeverhisfatherdied;
  Andthereisn’tahorseonthestationthatheisn’tgametoride。
  ButthatRecklessmareisvicious,andifonceshegetsawayHehasn’tgotstrengthtoholdher——andwhatwillhismothersay?’
  Theoldmanwalkedtothesliprail,andpeeredupthedark’ningtrack,Andlookedandlongedfortheriderthatwouldnevermorecomeback;
  Andthemothercameandclutchedhim,withsudden,spasmodicfright:
  `WhathasbecomeofmyWillie?——whyisn’thehometo—night?’
  Awayinthegloomyranges,atthefootofanironbark,Thebonnie,winsomeladdiewaslyingstiffandstark;
  FortheRecklessmarehadsmashedhimagainstaleaninglimb,Andhiscomelyfacewasbattered,andhismerryeyesweredim。
  Andthethoroughbredchestnutfilly,thesaddlebeneathherflanks,Wasawaylikefirethroughtherangestojointhewildmob’sranks;
  Andabroken—heartedwomanandanoldmanwornandgreyWeresearchingallnightintherangestillthesunrisebroughttheday。
  Andthemotherkeptfeeblycalling,withahopethatwouldnotdie,`Willie!whereareyou,Willie?’Buthowcanthedeadreply;
  Andhopediedoutwiththedaylight,andthedarknessbroughtdespair,Godpitythestrickenmother,andanswerthewidow’sprayer!
  Thoughfarandwidetheysoughthim,theyfoundnotwherehefell;
  Fortherangesheldhimprecious,andguardedtheirtreasurewell。
  Thewattlebloomsabovehim,andthebluebellsblowcloseby,Andthebrownbeesbuzzthesecret,andthewildbirdssingreply。
  Butthemotherpinedandfaded,andcried,andtooknorest,Androdeeachdaytotherangesonherhopeless,wearyquest。
  Seekingherlovedoneever,shefadedandpinedaway,Butwithstrengthofhergreataffectionshestillsoughteveryday。
  `IknowthatsoonerorlaterIshallfindmyboy,’shesaid。
  Butshecamenothomeoneevening,andtheyfoundherlyingdead,Andstampedonthepoorpalefeatures,asthespirithomewardpass’d,Wasanangelsmileofgladness——shehadfoundtheboyatlast。
  OvertheRangeLittlebushmaiden,wondering—eyed,Playingaloneinthecreek—beddry,InthesmallgreenflatoneverysideWalledinbytheMoonbirangeshigh;
  Tellusthetaleofyourlonelylife,’Midthegreatgreyforeststhatknownochange。
  `Ineverhaveleftmyhome,’shesaid,`IhaveneverbeenovertheMoonbiRange。
  `Fatherandmotherarebothlongdead,AndIlivewithgrannyinyonweeplace。’
  `Whereareyourfatherandmother?’wesaid。
  Shepuzzledawhilewiththoughtfulface,Thenalightcameintotheshybrowneye,Andshesmiled,forshethoughtthequestionstrangeOnathingsocertain——`WhenpeopledieTheygotothecountryovertherange。’
  `Andwhatisthiscountrylike,mylass?’
  `Thereareblossomingtreesandprettyflowers,AndshiningcreekswherethegoldengrassIsfreshandsweetfromthesummershowers。
  Theyneverneedwork,norwant,norweep;
  Notroublescancometheirheartstoestrange。
  SomesummernightIshallfallasleep,Andwakeinthecountryovertherange。’
  Child,youarewiseinyoursimpletrust,ForthewisestmanknowsnomorethanyouAshestoashes,anddusttodust:
  Ourviewsbyarangeareboundedtoo;
  ButweknowthatGodhaththisgiftinstore,Thatwhenwecometothefinalchange,WeshallmeetwithourlovedonesgonebeforeTothebeautifulcountryovertherange。
  OnlyaJockey`RichardBennison,ajockey,aged14,whileridingWilliamTellinhistraining,wasthrownandkilled。Thehorseisluckilyuninjured。’
  ——MelbourneWire。
  Outinthegreycheerlesschillofthemorninglight,Outonthetrackwherethenightshadesstilllurk;
  Erethefirstgleamofthesungod’sreturninglight,Roundcometherace—horsesearlyatwork。
  Reefingandpullingandracingsoreadily,Closesitthejockey—boysholdingthemhard,`Steadythestallionthere——canterhimsteadily,Don’tlethimgallopsomuchasayard。’
  Fiercelyhefightswhiletheothersrunwideofhim,Reefsatthebitthatwouldholdhiminthrall,Plungesandbuckstilltheboythat’sastrideofhimGoestothegroundwithaterriblefall。
  `Stophimthere!Blockhimthere!Drivehimincarefully,Leadhimabouttillhe’squietandcool。
  Soundasabell!thoughhe’sblownhimselffearfully,Nowletuspickupthispoorlittlefool。
  `Stunned?Oh,byJove,I’mafraidit’sacasewithhim;
  Rideforthedoctor!keepbathinghishead!
  Sendforacarttogodowntoourplacewithhim’——
  Nouse!Onelongsighandthelittlechap’sdead。
  Onlyajockey—boy,foul—mouthedandbadyousee,Ignorant,heathenish,gonetohisrest。
  ParsonorPresbyter,Pharisee,Sadducee,Whatdidyoudoforhim?——badwasthebest。
  Negroesandforeigners,allhaveaclaimonyou;
  Yearlyyousendyourwell—advertisedhoard,Butthepoorjockey—boy——shameonyou,shameonyou,`Feedye,mylittleones’——whatsaidtheLord?
  Himyeheldlessthantheouterbarbarian,Lefthimtodieinhisignorantsin;
  Haveyounoprinciples,humanitarian?
  Haveyounoprecept——`gogatherthemin?’……
  KnewheGod’sname?Inhisbrutalprofanity,Thatnamewasanoath——outofmanybutone——
  WhatdidhegetfromourfamedChristianity?
  Wherehashissoul——ifhehadany——gone?
  Fourteenyearsold,andwhatwashetaughtofit?
  WhatdidheknowofGod’sinfinitegrace?
  Drawthedarkcurtainofshameo’erthethoughtofit,Drawtheshroudoverthejockey—boy’sface。
  HowM’GinnisWentMissingLetusceaseouridlechatter,Letthetearsbedewourcheek,ForamanfromTallangattaHasbeenmissingforaweek。
  WheretheroaringfloodedMurrayCoveredallthelowerland,Therehestartedinahurry,Withabottleinhishand。
  Andhisfateishidforever,ButthepublicseemtothinkThatheslumberedbytheriver,’Neaththeinfluenceofdrink。
  AndtheyscarcelyseemtowonderThattheriver,wideanddeep,Neverwokehimwithitsthunder,Neverstirredhiminhissleep。
  Asthecrashinglogscamesweeping,Andtheirtumultfilledtheair,ThenM’Ginnismurmured,sleeping,`’TisawakeinouldKildare。’
  SotheriverroseandfoundhimSleepingsoftlybythestream,AndthecruelwatersdrownedhimErehewakenedfromhisdream。
  Andtheblossom—tuftedwattle,Bloomingbrightlyonthelea,SawM’GinnisandthebottleGoingdriftingouttosea。
  AVoicefromtheTownAsequelto[MowbrayMorris’s]`AVoicefromtheBush’
  Ithought,inthedaysofthedroving,OfstepsImighthopetoretrace,TobedonewiththebushandtherovingAndsettleoncemoreinmyplace。
  Withaheartthatwaswellnightobreaking,Inthelong,lonelyridesontheplain,IthoughtofthepleasureoftakingThehandofaladyagain。
  Iambackintocivilisation,Oncemoreinthestirandthestrife,Buttheoldjoyshavelosttheirsensation——
  Thelighthasgoneoutofmylife;
  Themenofmytimetheyhavemarried,Madefortunesorgonetothewall;
  ToolongfromthesceneIhavetarried,And,somehow,I’moutofitall。
  ForIgototheballsandtheracesAlonelycompanionlesself,AndtheladiesbestowalltheirgracesOnotherslessgreythanmyself;
  WhilethetalkgoesaroundI’madumbone’Midstyoungstersthatchatterandprate,Andtheycallme`theManwhowasSomeoneWaybackintheyearSixty—eight。’
  AndIlook,sourandold,atthedancersThatswingtothestrainsoftheband,AndtheladiesallgivemetheLancers,Nowaltzes——Iquiteunderstand。
  FormatronsintentuponmatchingTheirdaughterswithinfinitepush,Wouldscarcethinkhimworthythecatching,Thebroken—downmanfromthebush。
  Newpartnershavecomeandnewfaces,AndI,ofthebygonebrigade,Sharplyfeelthatoblivionmyplaceis——
  Imustliewiththerestintheshade。
  Andtheyoungsters,fresh—featuredandpleasant,Theyliveaswelived——fairlyfast;
  ButIdoubtifthemenofthepresentAreasgoodasthemenofthepast。
  Ofexcitementandpraisetheyarechary,Thereisnothingmuchgooduponearth;
  TheirwatchwordisNILADMIRARI,Theyareboredfromthedaysoftheirbirth。
  WherethelifethatweledwasarevelThey`winceandrelentandrefrain’——
  Icouldshowthemtheroad——tothedevil,WereIonlyayoungsteragain。
  IcouldshowthemtheroadwherethestumpsareThepleasuresthatendinremorse,AndthegamewheretheDevil’sthreetrumpsare,Thewoman,thecard,andthehorse。
  Shalltheblindleadtheblind——shallthesowerOfwindreapthestormasofyore?
  Thoughtheygettotheirgoalsomewhatslower,Theymarchwherewehurriedbefore。
  Fortheworldneverlearns——justaswedid,Theygallantlygototheirfate,Unheededallwarnings,unheededThemaximsofelderssedate。
  Asthehusbandman,patientlytoiling,Drawsaharvesteachyearfromthesoil,Sothefoolsgrowafreshforthespoiling,Andanewcropofthievesforthespoil。
  Butatrucetothisdullmoralising,Letthemdrinkwhilethedropsareofgold,Ihavetastedthedregs——’tweresurprisingWerethenewwinetomeliketheold;
  AndIwearyforlackofemploymentInidlenessdayafterday,ForthekeytothedoorofenjoymentIsYouth——andI’vethrownitaway。
  ABunchofRosesRosesruddyandroseswhite,Whatarethejoysthatmyheartdiscloses?
  SittingaloneinthefadinglightMemoriescometomehereto—nightWiththewonderfulscentofthebigredroses。
  MemoriescomeasthedaylightfadesDownonthehearthwherethefirelightdozes;
  Flickerandflutterthelightsandshades,AndIseethefaceofaqueenofmaidsWhosememorycomeswiththescentofroses。
  Visionsariseofasceneofmirth,Andaball—roombellethatsuperblyposes——
  Aqueenlywomanofqueenlyworth,AndIamthehappiestmanonearthWithasingleflowerfromabunchofroses。
  Onlyhermemorylivesto—night——
  GodinHiswisdomheryounglifecloses;
  Overhergravemaytheturfbelight,Coverhercoffinwithroseswhite——
  Shewasalwaysfondofthebigwhiteroses……
  Sucharethevisionsthatfadeaway——
  ManproposesandGoddisposes;
  LookintheglassandIseeto—dayOnlyanoldman,wornandgrey,Bendinghisheadtoabunchofroses。
  BlackSwansAsIlieatrestonapatchofcloverIntheWesternParkwhenthedayisdone,IwatchasthewildblackswansflyoverWiththeirphalanxturnedtothesinkingsun;
  AndIheartheclangoftheirleadercryingToalaggingmateintherearwardflying,Andtheyfadeawayinthedarknessdying,Wherethestarsaremusteringonebyone。
  Oh!yewildblackswans,’twereaworldofwonderForawhiletojoininyourwestwardflight,Withthestarsaboveandthedimearthunder,Throughthecoolingairofthegloriousnight。
  Aswesweptalongonourpinionswinging,Weshouldcatchthechimeofachurch—bellringing,Orthedistantnoteofatorrentsinging,Orthefar—offflashofastationlight。
  Fromthenorthernlakeswiththereedsandrushes,Wherethehillsareclothedwithapurplehaze,Wherethebell—birdschimeandthesongsofthrushesMakemusicsweetinthejunglemaze,Theywillholdtheircoursetothewestwardever,Tilltheyreachthebanksoftheoldgreyriver,Wherethewaterswash,andthereed—bedsquiverIntheburningheatofthesummerdays。
  Oh!yestrangewildbirds,willyebearagreetingTothefolkthatliveinthatwesternland?
  Thenforeverysweepofyourpinionsbeating,Yeshallbearawishtothesunburntband,TothestalwartmenwhoarestoutlyfightingWiththeheatanddroughtandthedust—stormsmiting,Yetwhoselifesomehowhasastrangeinviting,Whenoncetotheworktheyhaveputtheirhand。
  Facingityet!Oh,myfriendstout—hearted,Whatdoesitmatterforrainorshine,Forthehopesdeferredandthegaindeparted?
  Nothingcouldconquerthatheartofthine。
  AndthyhealthandstrengtharebeyondconfessingAstheonlyjoysthatareworthpossessing。
  MaythedaystocomebeasrichinblessingAsthedayswespentintheauldlangsyne。
  Iwouldfaingobacktotheoldgreyriver,Totheoldbushdayswhenourheartswerelight,But,alas!thosedaystheyhavefledforever,Theyareliketheswansthathavesweptfromsight。
  AndIknowfullwellthatthestrangers’facesWouldmeetusnowinourdearestplaces;
  ForourdayisdeadandhasleftnotracesButthethoughtsthatliveinmymindto—night。
  Therearefolklongdead,andourheartswouldsicken——
  Wewouldgrieveforthemwithabitterpain,Ifthepastcouldliveandthedeadcouldquicken,Wethenmightturntothatlifeagain。
  Butonlonelynightswewouldhearthemcalling,Weshouldheartheirstepsonthepathwaysfalling,WeshouldloathethelifewithahateappallingInourlonelyridesbytheridgeandplain……
  Inthesilentparkisascentofclover,Andthedistantroarofthetownisdead,AndIhearoncemoreastheswansflyoverTheirfar—offclamourfromoverhead。
  Theyareflyingwest,bytheirinstinctguided,Andformanlikewiseishisfatedecided,AndgriefsapportionedandjoysdividedByamightypowerwithapurposedread。
  TheAllRight’UnHecamefrom`furtherout’,ThatlandofheatanddroughtAnddustandgravel。
  Hegotatouchofsun,AndrestedattherunUntilhiscurewasdone,Andhecouldtravel。
  Whenspringhaddeckedtheplain,HeflittedoffagainAsflittheswallows。
  Andfromthatwesternland,Whenmanymonthswerespanned,Alettercametohand,Whichreadasfollows:
  `Dearsir,ItakemypenInhopesthatallyourmenAndyouarehearty。
  YouthinkthatI’veforgotYourkindness,Mr。Scott,Oh,no,dearsir,I’mnotThatsortofparty。
  `Yousometimesbet,Iknow,Well,nowyou’llhaveashowThe`books’tofrighten。
  UphereatWingadeeYoungBillyFifeandmeWe’retrainingStrife,andheIsaallright’un。
  `Justnowwe’rerunningbyes,But,sir,firsttimehetriesI’llsendyouwordof。
  Andrunning`onthecrook’
  Theirmeasureswehavetook,ItisthedeadesthookYoueverheardof。
  `Sowhenweletshimgo,Why,then,I’llletyouknow,AndyoucanhaveashowToputamiteon。
  Now,sir,myleaveI’lltake,Yourstruly,WilliamBlake。
  P。S。——Makenomistake,HE’SAALLRIGHT’UN。’……
  Bynextweek’sRIVERINE
  IsawmyfriendhadbeenAbittoocunning。
  Iread:`TheracehorseStrifeAndjockeyWilliamFifeDisqualifiedforlife——
  Suspiciousrunning。’
  Butthoughtheyspoilthisgame,IreckonallthesameIfairlyoughttoclaimMyfriendawhite’un。
  Forthoughhewasn’tstraight,HisdeedswouldindicateHisheartatanyrateWas`aallright’un’。
  TheBossofthe`AdmiralLynch’
  DidyoueverheartellofChili?Iwasreadin’theotherdayOfPresidentBalmacedaandofhowhewassentaway。
  Itseemsthathedidn’tsuit’em——theythoughtthatthey’dlikeachange,Sotheystartedaninsurrectionandchasedhimacrosstherange。
  Theyseemedtoberestlesspeople——and,judgingbywhatyouhear,Theyraiseuptheserevolutions’bouttwoorthreetimesayear;
  Andthemanthatgoesoutofoffice,hegoesfortheboundaryQUICK,Forthereisn’tnovotebyballot——it’sbulletsthatdoesthetrick。
  Anditain’tlikearealbattle,wheretheprisoners’livesarespared,Andtheyfighttillthere’sonesidebeatenandthenthere’satrucedeclared,AndthemanthathasgotthelickinggoesdownlikeabloominglordTohandinhisresignationandgiveuphisbloomingsword,Andtheothermanbowsandtakesit,andeverything’sallpolite——
  Thiswasn’tthatkindofapicnic,thiswasn’tthatsortofafight。
  Forthepris’nerstheytook——theyshot’em;
  nooddsweretheysmallorgreat,Ifthey’dcollaredoldBalmaceda,theyreckonedtoshoothimstraight。
  Alotofbloodthirstydevilstheywere——butthereain’tadoubtTheymusthavebeenrealplucked’uns——thewaythattheyfoughtitout,Andthekingof’emall,Ireckon,themanthatcouldstandapinch,Wasthebossofaone—horsegunboat。Theycalledherthe`AdmiralLynch’。
  Well,hewasforBalmaceda,andafterthewarwasdone,AndBalmacedawasbeatenandhistroopshadbeenforcedtorun,Theothermanfetchedhisarmyandproceededtodothingsbrown,Hemarched’emintothefortressandtookcommandofthetown。
  Cannonandgunsandhorsestroopin’alongtheroad,Rumblin’overthebridges,andneverafoemanshowedTilltheycameinsightoftheharbour,andtheveryfirstthingtheyseeWasthismiteofaone—horsegunboata—lyingagainstthequay,Andthereastheywatchedtheynoticedaflutterofcrimsonrag,AndundertheireyeshehoistedoldBalmaceda’sflag。
  Well,Itellyouitfairlyknocked’em——itjusttookawaytheirbreath,Forhemustha’knowniftheycaughthim,’twasnothin’butsuddendeath。
  An’he’dgotnofireinhisfurnace,nochancetoputouttosea,Sohestoodbyhisgunandwaitedwithhisvesselagainstthequay。
  Well,theysenthimacivilmessagetosaythatthewarwasdone,Andmostofhissidewerecorpses,andallthatwerelefthadrun;
  Andbloodhadbeenspiltsufficient,sotheygavehimachancetodecideIfhe’dhauldownhisbitofbuntingandcomeonthewinningside。
  Helistenedandheardtheirmessage,andansweredthemallpolite,ThathewasaSpanishhidalgo,andthemenofhisraceMUSTfight!
  Agunboatagainstanarmy,andwithneverachancetorun,Andthemwiththeirhundredcannonandhimwithasinglegun:
  Theoddswereatrifleheavy——buthewasn’tthesorttoflinch,Soheopenedfireonthearmy,didthebossofthe`AdmiralLynch’。
  Theypoundedhisboattopieces,theysilencedhissinglegun,Andcapturedthewholeconsignment,fornoneof’emcaredtorun;
  Anditdon’tsaywhethertheyshothim——itdon’tevengivehisname——
  ButwhatevertheydidI’llwagerthathewenttohisgraveyardgame。
  Itellyouthoseoldhidalgossostatelyandsopolite,TheyturnouttherealMaginniswhenitcomestoanuphillfight。
  TherewasGeneralAlcantara,whodiedintheheaviestbrunt,AndGeneralAlzerecawaskilledinthebattle’sfront;
  Butthekingof’emall,Ireckon——themanthatcouldstandapinch——
  Wasthemanwhoattackedthearmywiththegunboat`AdmiralLynch’。
  ABushman’sSongI’mtravellin’downtheCastlereagh,andI’mastationhand,I’mhandywiththeropin’pole,I’mhandywiththebrand,AndIcanridearowdycolt,orswingtheaxeallday,Butthere’snodemandforastation—handalongtheCastlereagh。
  Soit’sshift,boys,shift,forthereisn’ttheslightestdoubtThatwe’vegottomakeashifttothestationsfurtherout,Withthepack—horserunnin’after,forhefollowslikeadog,Wemuststrikeacrossthecountryattheoldjig—jog。
  ThisoldblackhorseI’mriding——ifyou’llnoticewhat’shisbrand,HewearsthecrookedR,yousee——nonebetterintheland。
  Hetakesalotofbeatin’,andtheotherdaywetried,Forabitofajoke,witharacingbloke,fortwentypoundsaside。
  Itwasshift,boys,shift,fortherewasn’ttheslightestdoubtThatIhadtomakehimshift,forthemoneywasnearlyout;
  Buthecanteredhomeawinner,withtheotheroneattheflog——
  He’sared—hotsorttopickupwithhisoldjig—jog。
  Iaskedacoveforshearin’oncealongtheMarthaguy:
  `Weshearnon—unionhere,’sayshe。`Icallitscab,’saysI。
  Ilookedalongtheshearin’floorbeforeIturnedtogo——
  TherewereeightortendashedChinamena—shearin’inarow。
  Itwasshift,boys,shift,fortherewasn’ttheslightestdoubtItwastimetomakeashiftwiththeleprosyabout。
  SoIsaddledupmyhorses,andIwhistledtomydog,AndIlefthisscabbystationattheoldjig—jog。
  IwenttoIllawarra,wheremybrother’sgotafarm,Hehastoaskhislandlord’sleavebeforeheliftshisarm;
  Thelandlordownsthecountryside——man,woman,dog,andcat,Theyhaven’tthecheektodaretospeakwithouttheytouchtheirhat。
  Itwasshift,boys,shift,fortherewasn’ttheslightestdoubtTheirlittlelandlordgodandIwouldsoonhavefallenout;
  WasItotouchmyhattohim?——wasIhisbloomin’dog?
  SoImakesforupthecountryattheoldjig—jog。
  Butit’stimethatIwasmovin’,I’veamightywaytogoTillIdrinkartesianwaterfromathousandfeetbelow;
  TillImeettheoverlanderswiththecattlecomin’down,AndI’llworkawhiletillImakeapile,thenhaveaspreeintown。
  So,it’sshift,boys,shift,forthereisn’ttheslightestdoubtWe’vegottomakeashifttothestationsfurtherout;
  Thepack—horserunsbehindus,forhefollowslikeadog,Andwecrossalotofcountryattheoldjig—jog。
  HowGilbertDiedThere’sneverastoneatthesleeper’shead,There’sneverafencebeside,AndthewanderingstockonthegravemaytreadUnnoticedandundenied,ButthesmallestchildontheWatershedCantellyouhowGilbertdied。
  Forherodeatdusk,withhiscomradeDunnTothehutattheStockman’sFord,InthewaninglightofthesinkingsunTheypeeredwithafierceaccord。
  Theywereoutlawsboth——andoneachman’sheadWasathousandpoundsreward。
  Theyhadtakentollofthecountryround,AndthetrooperscamebehindWithablackthattrackedlikeahumanhoundInthescrubandtherangesblind:
  Hecouldrunthetrailwhereawhiteman’seyeNosignofatrackcouldfind。
  HehadhuntedthemoutoftheOneTreeHillAndovertheOldManPlain,Buttheywheeledtheirtrackswithawildbeast’sskill,Andtheymadefortherangeagain。
  Thenawaytothehutwheretheirgrandsiredwelt,Theyrodewithaloosenedrein。
  Andtheirgrandsiregavethemagreetingbold:
  `Comeinandrestinpeace,Nosaferplacedoesthecountryhold——
  Withthenightpursuitmustcease,Andwe’lldrinksuccesstotherovingboys,Andtohellwiththeblackpolice。’
  Buttheywenttodeathwhentheyenteredthere,InthehutattheStockman’sFord,Fortheirgrandsire’swordswereasfalseasfair——
  Theyweredoomedtothehangman’scord。
  HehadsoldthembothtotheblackpoliceForthesakeofthebigreward。
  InthedepthofnightthereareformsthatglideAsstealthyasserpentscreep,AndaroundthehutwheretheoutlawshideTheyplantintheshadowsdeep,AndtheywaittillthefirstfaintflushofdawnShallwakentheirpreyfromsleep。
  ButGilbertwakeswhilethenightisdark——
  Arestlesssleeper,aye,Hehasheardthesoundofasheep—dog’sbark,Andhishorse’swarningneigh,Andhesaystohismate,`Therearehawksabroad,Andit’stimethatwewentaway。’
  Theirriflesstoodatthestretcherhead,Theirbridleslaytohand,Theywakenedtheoldmanoutofhisbed,Whentheyheardthesharpcommand:
  `InthenameoftheQueenlaydownyourarms,Now,DunnandGilbert,stand!’
  ThenGilbertreachedforhisrifletrueThatcloseathishandhekept,Hepointeditstraightatthevoiceanddrew,Butneveraflashoutleapt,Forthewaterranfromtheriflebreech——
  Itwasdrenchedwhiletheoutlawsslept。