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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How Gilbert Died</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's never a stone at the sleeper's head, <br>There's never a fence beside, <br>And the wandering stock on the grave may tread <br>Unnoticed and undenied; <br>But the smallest child on the Watershed <br>Can tell you how Gilbert died. <br>For he rode at dusk with his comrade Dunn <br>To the hut at the Stockman's Ford; <br>In the waning light of the sinking sun <br>They peered with a fierce accord. <br>They were outlaws both -- and on each man's head <br>Was a thousand pounds reward. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had taken toll of the country round, <br>And the troopers came behind <br>With a black who tracked like a human hound <br>In the scrub and the ranges blind: <br>He could run the trail where a white man's eye <br>No sign of track could find. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had hunted them out of the One Tree Hill <br>And over the Old Man Plain, <br>But they wheeled their tracks with a wild beast's skill, <br>And they made for the range again; <br>Then away to the hut where their grandsire dwelt <br>They rode with a loosened rein. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And their grandsire gave them a greeting bold: <br>&quot;Come in and rest in peace, <br>No safer place does the country hold -- <br>With the night pursuit must cease, <br>And we'll drink success to the roving boys, <br>And to hell with the black police.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But they went to death when they entered there <br>In the hut at the Stockman's Ford, <br>For their grandsire's words were as false as fair -- <br>They were doomed to the hangman's cord. <br>He had sold them both to the black police <br>For the sake of the big reward. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the depth of night there are forms that glide <br>As stealthily as serpents creep, <br>And around the hut where the outlaws hide <br>They plant in the shadows deep, <br>And they wait till the first faint flush of dawn <br>Shall waken their prey from sleep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Gilbert wakes while the night is dark -- <br>A restless sleeper aye. <br>He has heard the sound of a sheep-dog's bark, <br>And his horse's warning neigh, <br>And he says to his mate, &quot;There are hawks abroad, <br>And it's time that we went away.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their rifles stood at the stretcher head, <br>Their bridles lay to hand; <br>They wakened the old man out of his bed, <br>When they heard the sharp command: <br>&quot;In the name of the Queen lay down your arms, <br>Now, Dun and Gilbert, stand!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Gilbert reached for his rifle true <br>That close at hand he kept; <br>He pointed straight at the voice, and drew, <br>But never a flash outleapt, <br>For the water ran from the rifle breech -- <br>It was drenched while the outlaws slept. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he dropped the piece with a bitter oath, <br>And he turned to his comrade Dunn: <br>&quot;We are sold,&quot; he said, &quot;we are dead men both! -- <br>Still, there may be a chance for one; <br>I'll stop and I'll fight with the pistol here, <br>You take to your heels and run.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Dunn crept out on his hands and knees <br>In the dim, half-dawning light, <br>And he made his way to a patch of trees, <br>And was lost in the black of night; <br>And the trackers hunted his tracks all day, <br>But they never could trace his flight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Gilbert walked from the open door <br>In a confident style and rash; <br>He heard at his side the rifles roar, <br>And he heard the bullets crash. <br>But he laughed as he lifted his pistol-hand, <br>And he fired at the rifle-flash. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out of the shadows the troopers aimed <br>At his voice and the pistol sound. <br>With rifle flashes the darkness flamed -- <br>He staggered and spun around, <br>And they riddled his body with rifle balls <br>As it lay on the blood-soaked ground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's never a stone at the sleeper's head, <br>There's never a fence beside, <br>And the wandering stock on the grave may tread <br>Unnoticed and undenied; <br>But the smallest child on the Watershed <br>Can tell you how Gilbert died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
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