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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341879" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Catching The Coach</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Kangaroo Gully in 'Fifty-two<br>The rush and the scramble was reckless and rough;<br>'Three ounces a dish and the lead running true!'<br>Was whispered around concerning the stuff.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next morning a thousand of fellows or more<br>Appeared for invasion along the brown rise,<br>Some Yankees, and Cockneys, and Cantabs of yore<br>And B.As from Oxford in blue-shirt disguise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And two mornings later the Nugget saloon,<br>With billiards and skittles, was glaring with signs,<br>A blind fiddler, Jim, worked out a weak tune,<br>Beguiling the boys and collecting the fines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then tents started up like the freaks of a dream<br>While heaps of white pipeclay dotted the slope,<br>To 'Dern her -- a duffer!' or 'Creme de la creme!'<br>That settled the verdict of languishing hope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And bustle and jollity rang through the trees<br>In strange combination of humankind traits;<br>With feverish searchings and gay levities<br>The fires of excitement were fully ablaze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, three mornings after, the stringybark gums<br>All rustled their leaves with further surprise;<br>They'd seen old stagers and limey new-chums,<br>But here were galoots in peculiar guise:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With nondescript uniform, booted and spurred,<br>A fierce-looking strap on the underneath lip,<br>An ominous shooter, a dangling sword,<br>A grim leather pouch about the right hip!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And maybe a dozen came cantering so,<br>All clanking and jaunty --- authority vain --<br>When down through the gully rang out the word 'Joe',<br>And 'Joe' was sent on with a sneering refrain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was hunting for 'rights', and producing the same,<br>Or passing them on to a paperless mate,<br>Or hiding in bushes or down in the claim --<br>Such various expedients to baffle the State.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then 'Who put him on?' -- 'Twig his illigant seat!'<br>'Cuss me, but he's purty!' -- 'The thing on the horse!'<br>'His first dacent clothes!' -- 'What surprise for his feet!'<br>Such volleys as these were soon fired at the Force.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But duty was duty. Just then through the scrub<br>A digger made off -- he a culprit no doubt!<br>'Dismount you then, Wilson!' roared Sergeant Hubbub;<br>'Quick! follow the rascal and ferret him out.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sapling cadet, with budding moustache,<br>Then sprang to the ground in dauntless pursuit<br>And, filled up with zeal and a soldier-like dash,<br>He felt a true hero of saddle and boot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gully quick echoed with taints that were real,<br>Keen chaff of defiance allied to revolt,<br>Such sharp wordy weapons as might have been steel<br>From skirmishers laughing on hillock and holt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away went the fugitive, spurred on by haste,<br>Escaping the undergrowth, leaping the logs,<br>Yet ne'er looking back -- did he know he was chased?<br>Said Wilson, 'He's one of the worst of the dogs!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Some greater misdeed must have blackened his hand;<br>I'll have him -- promotion! Stop there, or I'll shoot!'<br>the other ahead didn't hear the command<br>But sprang on unheeding o'er dry branch and root.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The chase settled down to a heavy set-to;<br>They ran o'er the hill and across the clear flat;<br>And Wilson was chuckling -- the villian he knew<br>Was making a bee-line for jail -- Ballarat!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I'll follow the rogue safely into the trap --<br>Confound him, he's speedy; I can't run him down;<br>But there, quite unconscious of any mishap,<br>I'll fix him up neatly in gay Canvas Town!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then over a creek where a line of sage-gums<br>All flourishing grew, then away to the right;<br>Their loud breathings mingled with strange forest hums,<br>And wallabies scampered with terror and fright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And cockatoos screeched from the loftiest trees,<br>The minahs and magpies all fluttered and flew,<br>The drowsy old possums were roused from their ease,<br>The locusts and lizards quick stepped out of view.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But on went the pair, never noticing this,<br>For both had a serious business in hand.<br>With one there were feelings that prophesied bliss,<br>The other saw capture and glory so grand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er the hillside and creek, beyond hollow and spur,<br>Through brief strips of woodland, they hurried on still;<br>The trooper lost ground, but he wasn't a cur;<br>Besides, they were nearing on Bakery Hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then suddenly broke on each sweltering sight<br>The thousand of tents in the city of gold;<br>And straight to the thick of them ran with delight<br>The chased and the chaser -- what luck for the bold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The coach was just starting for Melbourne that day<br>As Wilson rushed eagerly on to his man.<br>'I'll put you with care where you won't be so gay,'<br>The trooper in triumph already began.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You've led me a dance in a lively hour's sun;<br>Now trip out your licence, or waltz off to jail!<br>What! got one? Oh, ho! Why the ____ did you run?'<br>'To post this here letter for Nell by the mail.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Thomas+Chandler">Alfred Thomas Chandler</a><div class=q>
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The rush and the scramble was reckless and rough;
'Three ounces a dish and the lead running true!'
Was whispered around concerning the stuff.

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