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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357697" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Murray's Ride</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I seldom get to hatin' men, nor had much cause to hate;<br>To me, it just a foolish game to play, at any rate.<br>But it kills the hard thought in you, an' forgiveness is complete,<br>To see the man you hated once a maimed thing at your feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'd had a meetin' at the mill; the boss had said his say <br>The good old boss, who stints himself to find the men their pay <br>He told us, fair an' honest, he was up against the game<br>Unless he got the timber out before the Winter came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll say this much for decent men - an' decent men they were <br>They saw the game that Murray played to give the boss a scare.<br>We saw he'd pay near anything and Ben would do him brown;<br> But a fair thing is a fair thing; so we truned Ben Murray down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A truck was waitin' in the yard, full-loaded for the trip.<br>Just an easin' of the brake-rope was enough to let her rip<br>For half a mile or more down-hill along atrack, rough-made,<br>To where the horses wait to haul her up the other grade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The talk was done, the numbers up, the boss had won the day,<br>An' we were ready to go back an' earn our bit of pay;<br>When Murray in a mad black rage, goes on to rave an' shout.<br>'You're sacked,' the old man tells him plain. 'I've had enough. Get Out!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For close on half a minute I expected Hell to pay;<br>But Murray glares around the mill - then turns an' walks away.<br>He stops beside the loaded truck; an' each man in the mill<br>Watched Murray with a sidelong look; an' each man wished him ill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew Ben Murray for a gab; I knew him for a fool <br>A decent man enough at heart when he was calm an' cool <br>Wild rage had hold on him that day, an', maybe, madness too;<br>An' scorn in me changed to dismay at what I saw him do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sprang behind the timber load an' leaped up to the back;<br>He loosed the rope to start the truck upon the down-hill track;<br>An' if he meant to jump or stay no man will ever know.<br>'If I go out,' Ben Murray yelled, 'this is the way I go!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Stop that mad fool!' howled old man Blair. 'He'll wreck the track below!'<br>But now the truck had gathered way, an', as we watched her go,<br>Ben Murray, with the brake-rope slack, cursed us with all his might.<br>She took the curve behind the huts, an' then went out of sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> . . . . . . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We found him near the wattle-clump, down in the little creek.<br>His head was by a coral fern, an' blood was on his cheek,<br>An' blood was on the wooden rails, an' he lay very still,<br>The man who half an hour ago had meant to boss the mill!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He's livin' yet' says old man Blair. 'Boys, we must do our best.<br>Lay hold there, Jim, an' you, young Dick, an' heave that off his chest.<br>Man, but he's crushed! The crazy fool! Now treat him gently, lad.'<br>'The track ain't damaged much,' says Pike; 'but, gosh, he's got it bad!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> . . . . . . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Red stains were on the wooden track an' on the sunlight ground;<br>A wagtail twittered by the creek, an' hopped an' fussed around;<br>The Laughin' Jacks were wild with mirth; but very still he lay,<br>As we took poor Ben Murray up an' carried him away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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To me, it just a foolish game to play, at any rate.
But it kills the hard thought in you, an' forgiveness is complete,
To see the man you hated once a maimed thing at your feet.

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