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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344100" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The First Surveyor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The opening of the railway line! -- the Governor and all! <br>With flags and banners down the street, a banquet and a ball. <br>Hark to 'em at the station now! They're raising cheer on cheer! <br>'The man who brought the railway through -- our friend the engineer.' <br>They cheer his pluck and enterprise and engineering skill! <br>'Twas my old husband found the pass behind that big red hill. <br>Before the engineer was born we'd settled with our stock <br>Behind that great big mountain chain, a line of range and rock -- <br>A line that kept us starving there in weary weeks of drought, <br>With ne'er a track across the range to let the cattle out. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;'Twas then, with horses starved and weak and scarcely fit to crawl, <br>My husband went to find a way across the rocky wall. <br>He vanished in the wilderness -- God knows where he was gone -- <br>He hunted till his food gave out, but still he battled on. <br>His horses strayed ('twas well they did), they made towards the grass, <br>And down behind that big red hill they found an easy pass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;He followed up and blazed the trees, to show the safest track, <br>Then drew his belt another hole and turned and started back. <br>His horses died -- just one pulled through with nothing much to spare; <br>God bless the beast that brought him home, the old white Arab mare! <br>We drove the cattle through the hills, along the new-found way, <br>And this was our first camping-ground -- just where I live today. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Then others came across the range and built the township here, <br>And then there came the railway line and this young engineer; <br>He drove about with tents and traps, a cook to cook his meals, <br>A bath to wash himself at night, a chain-man at his heels. <br>And that was all the pluck and skill for which he's cheered and praised, <br>For after all he took the track, the same my husband blazed! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;My poor old husband, dead and gone with never a feast nor cheer; <br>He's buried by the railway line! -- I wonder can he hear <br>When by the very track he marked, and close to where he's laid, <br>The cattle trains go roaring down the one-in-thirty grade. <br>I wonder does he hear them pass, and can he see the sight <br>When, whistling shrill, the fast express goes flaming by at night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I think 'twould comfort him to know there's someone left to care; <br>I'll take some things this very night and hold a banquet there -- <br>The hard old fare we've often shared together, him and me, <br>Some damper and a bite of beef, a pannikin of tea: <br>We'll do without the bands and flags, the speeches and the fuss, <br>We know who ought to get the cheers -- and that's enough for us. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;What's that? They wish that I'd come down -- the oldest settler here! <br>Present me to the Governor and that young engineer! <br>Well, just you tell his Excellence, and put the thing polite, <br>I'm sorry, but I can't come down -- I'm dining out tonight!&quot;</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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With flags and banners down the street, a banquet and a ball. 
Hark to 'em at the station now! They're raising cheer on cheer! 
'The man who brought the railway through -- our friend..."></div>
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