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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344047" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Saltbush Bill, J.P.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, <br>Beyond Sturt's Western track, <br>The rolling tide of change has sent <br>Some strange J.P.'s out back. <br>And Saltbush Bill, grown old and grey, <br>And worn for want of sleep, <br>Received the news in camp one day <br>Behind the travelling sheep </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That Edward Rex, confiding in <br>His known integrity, <br>By hand and seal on parchment skin <br>Had made hiim a J.P. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He read the news with eager face <br>But found no word of pay. <br>"I'd like to see my sister's place <br>And kids on Christmas Day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I'd like to see green grass again, <br>And watch clear water run, <br>Away from this unholy plain, <br>And flies, and dust, and sun." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last one little clause he found <br>That might some hope inspire, <br>"A magistrate may charge a pound <br>For inquest on a fire." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A big blacks' camp was built close by, <br>And Saltbush Bill, says he, <br>"I think that camp might well supply <br>A job for a J.P." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night, by strange coincidence, <br>A most disastrous fire <br>Destroyed the country residence <br>Of Jacky Jack, Esquire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas mostly leaves, and bark, and dirt; <br>The party most concerned <br>Appeared to think it wouldn't hurt <br>If forty such were burned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quite otherwise thought Saltbush Bill, <br>Who watched the leaping flame. <br>"The home is small," said he, "but still <br>The principle's the same. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Midst palaces though you should roam, <br>Or follow pleasure's tracks, <br>You'll find," he said, "no place like home -- <br>At least like Jacky Jack's. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Tell every man in camp, 'Come quick,' <br>Tell every black Maria <br>I give tobacco, half a stick -- <br>Hold inquest long-a fire." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each juryman received a name <br>Well suited to a Court. <br>"Long Jack" and "Stumpy Bill" became <br>"John Long" and "William Short". </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While such as "Tarpot", "Bullock Dray", <br>And "Tommy Wait-a-While", <br>Became, for ever and a day, <br>"Scot", "Dickens", and "Carlyle". </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And twelve good sable men and true <br>Were soon engaged upon <br>The conflagration that o'erthrew <br>The home of John A. John. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their verdict, "Burnt by act of Fate", <br>They scarcely had returned <br>When, just behind the magistrate, <br>Another humpy burned! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The jury sat again and drew <br>Another stick of plug. <br>Said Saltbush Bill, "It's up to you <br>Put some one long-a Jug." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I'll camp the sheep," he said, "and sift <br>The evidence about." <br>For quite a week he couldn't shift, <br>The way the fires broke out. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The jury thought the whole concern <br>As good as any play. <br>They used to "take him oath" and earn <br>Three sticks of plug a day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last the tribe lay down to sleep <br>Homeless, beneath a tree; <br>And onward with his travelling sheep <br>Went Saltbush bill, J.P. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His sheep delivered, safe and sound, <br>His horse to town he turned, <br>And drew some five-and-twenty pound <br>For fees that he had earned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And where Monaro's ranges hide <br>Their little farms away -- <br>His sister's children by his side -- <br>He spent his Christmas Day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The next J.P. that went out back <br>Was shocked, or pained, or both, <br>At hearing every pagan black <br>Repeat the juror's oath. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No matter how he turned and fled <br>They followed faster still; <br>"You make it inkwich, boss," they said, <br>"All same like Saltbush Bill." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They even said they'd let him see <br>The fires originate. <br>When he refused they said that he <br>Was "No good magistrate". </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And out beyond Sturt's western track, <br>And Leichhardt's farthest tree, <br>They wait till fate shall send them back <br>Their Saltbush Bill, J.P.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344047" data-title="Saltbush Bill, J.P. de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt's Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.'s out back. 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