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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408571" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ben Duggan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began, <br>And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man; <br>Jack Denver's wife bowed down her head -- her daughter's grief was wild, <br>And big Ben Duggan by the bed stood sobbing like a child. <br>But big Ben Duggan saddled up, and galloped fast and far, <br>To raise the longest funeral ever seen on Talbragar. <br> <br> By station home <br> And shearing shed <br> Ben Duggan cried, `Jack Denver's dead! <br> Roll up at Talbragar!' <br> <br>He borrowed horses here and there, and rode all Christmas Eve, <br>And scarcely paused a moment's time the mournful news to leave; <br>He rode by lonely huts and farms, and when the day was done <br>He turned his panting horse's head and rode to Ross's Run. <br>No bushman in a single day had ridden half so far <br>Since Johnson brought the doctor to his wife at Talbragar. <br> <br> By diggers' camps <br> Ben Duggan sped -- <br> At each he cried, `Jack Denver's dead! <br> Roll up at Talbragar!' <br> <br>That night he passed the humpies of the splitters on the ridge, <br>And roused the bullock-drivers camped at Belinfante's Bridge; <br>And as he climbed the ridge again the moon shone on the rise; <br>The soft white moonbeams glistened in the tears that filled his eyes; <br>He dashed the rebel drops away -- for blinding things they are -- <br>But 'twas his best and truest friend who died on Talbragar. <br> <br> At Blackman's Run <br> Before the dawn, <br> Ben Duggan cried, `Poor Denver's gone! <br> Roll up at Talbragar!' <br> <br>At all the shanties round the place they'd heard his horse's tramp, <br>He took the track to Wilson's Luck, and told the diggers' camp; <br>But in the gorge by Deadman's Gap the mountain shades were black, <br>And there a newly-fallen tree was lying on the track -- <br>He saw too late, and then he heard the swift hoof's sudden jar, <br>And big Ben Duggan ne'er again rode home to Talbragar. <br> <br> `The wretch is drunk, <br> And Denver's dead -- <br> A burning shame!' the people said <br> Next day at Talbragar. <br> <br>For thirty miles round Talbragar the boys rolled up in strength, <br>And Denver had a funeral a good long mile in length; <br>Round Denver's grave that Christmas day rough bushmen's eyes were dim -- <br>The western bushmen knew the way to bury dead like him; <br>But some returning homeward found, by light of moon and star, <br>Ben Duggan dying in the rocks, five miles from Talbragar. <br> <br> They knelt around, <br> He raised his head <br> And faintly gasped, `Jack Denver's dead, <br> Roll up at Talbragar!' <br> <br>But one short hour before he died he woke to understand, <br>They told him, when he asked them, that the funeral was `grand'; <br>And then there came into his eyes a strange victorious light, <br>He smiled on them in triumph, and his great soul took its flight. <br>And still the careless bushmen tell by tent and shanty bar <br>How Duggan raised a funeral years back on Talbragar. <br> <br> And far and wide <br> When Duggan died, <br> The bushmen of the western side <br> Rode in to Talbragar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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