第2章

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。