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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wolf and Hound</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'll take my tale with a little salt;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it needs none, nevertheless!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was foiled completely - fair at fault -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Disheartened, too, I confess!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the splitters' tent I had seen the track</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of horse-hoofs fresh on the sward;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though Darby Lynch and Donovan Jack</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Who could swear through a ten-inch board)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Solemnly swore he had not been there,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was just as sure they lied;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For to Darby all that is foul was fair,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Jack for his life was tried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We had run him for seven miles or more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As hard as our nags could split;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the start they were all too weary and sore,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his was quite fresh and fit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Marsden's pony had had enough</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the plain where the chase was hot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We breasted the swell of the Bitterns' bluff,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Mark couldn't raise a trot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the sea like a splendid silver shield</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the south-west suddenly lay,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the brow of the Beetle the chestnut reeled -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I bid good-bye to McCrea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I was alone when the mare fell lame</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a pointed flint in her shoe,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the Stony Flats: I had lost the game! -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what was a man to do?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I turned away with a fixed intent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And headed for Hawthorndell:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I could neither eat in the splitters' tent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor drink at the splitters' well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know that they gloried in my mishap,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I cursed them between my teeth: -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A blood-red sunset through Brayton's Gap</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flung a lurid fire on the hearth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could I reach the Dell? I had little reck,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with scarce a choice of my own</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I threw the reins on Miladi's neck -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had freed her foot from the stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That season most of the swamps were dry,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And after so hard a burst</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the sultry noon of so hot a sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was keen to appease her thirst -</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or by instinct urged, or impelled by Fate</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(I care not to solve these things)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Certain it is that she took me straight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the Warrigal water springs!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can shut my eyes and recall the ground</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As though it were yesterday:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With shelf on the low, grey rocks girt round,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The springs in their basin lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Woods to the east and wolds to the north</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the sundown suddenly bloomed:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dead black on a curtain of crimson cloth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Large peaks to the westward loomed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I led Miladi through weed and sedge,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She leisurely drank her fill:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was something close to the water's edge -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And my heart, with one leap, stood still!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a horse's shoe and a rider's boot</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had left clean prints on the clay:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Someone had watered his beast on foot -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Twas he! - he had gone! - which way?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the mouth of the cavern faced me fair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I turned and fronted the rocks:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So at last I had pressed the wolf to his lair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had run to his earth the fox!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought so! Perhaps he was resting?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps He was waiting,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">watching for me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I examined all my revolver caps;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hitched my mare to a tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had sworn to have him, alive or dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And to give him a chance was loth:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knew his life had been forfeited!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had even heard of my oath!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my stockinged soles to the shelf I crept -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I crawled safe into the cave:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All silent! - if he was there he slept -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not there - all dark as a grave!....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the crack I could hear the leaden hiss!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See the livid face through the flame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How strange it seemed that a man should miss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When his life depends on his aim!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There couldn't have been a better light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For him, nor a worse for me:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were cooped up - like caged beasts for a fight -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And dumb as dumb beasts were we!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flash! flash! - Bang! Bang! - and we blazed away,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the grey roof reddened and rang!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flash! flash! - and I felt his bullet flay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tip of my ear -Flash! bang!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bang! flash! -and my pistol arm fell broke:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I struck with my left hand then:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-Struck at a corpse through a cloud of smoke!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had shot him dead in his den.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adam+Lindsay+Gordon">Adam Lindsay Gordon</a><div class=q>
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But it needs none, nevertheless!

I was foiled completely - fair at fault -

Disheartened, too, I confess!



At the splitters' tent I had seen the track

Of horse-hoofs fresh on the sward;

And though Darb..."></div>
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