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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408589" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cameron's Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came, <br>With recommendations, he told me, from friends and a parson `at hame'; <br>He read me his recommendations -- he called them a part of his plant -- <br>The first one was signed by an Elder, the other by Cameron's aunt. <br>The meenister called him `ungodly -- a stray frae the fauld o' the Lord', <br>And his aunt set him down as a spendthrift, `a rebel at hame and abroad'. <br> <br>He got drunk now and then and he gambled (such heroes are often the same); <br>That's all they could say in connection with Alister Cameron's name. <br>He was straight and he stuck to his country <br> and spoke with respect of his kirk; <br>He did his full share of the cooking, and more than his share of the work. <br>And many a poor devil then, when his strength and his money were spent, <br>Was sure of a lecture -- and tucker, and a shakedown in Cameron's tent. <br> <br>He shunned all the girls in the camp, <br> and they said he was proof to the dart -- <br>That nothing but whisky and gaming had ever a place in his heart; <br>He carried a packet about him, well hid, but I saw it at last, <br>And -- well, 'tis a very old story -- the story of Cameron's past: <br>A ring and a sprig o' white heather, a letter or two and a curl, <br>A bit of a worn silver chain, and the portrait of Cameron's girl. <br> <br> . . . . . <br> <br>It chanced in the first of the Sixties that Ally and I and McKean <br>Were sinking a shaft on Mundoorin, near Fosberry's puddle-machine. <br>The bucket we used was a big one, and rather a weight when 'twas full, <br>Though Alister wound it up easy, for he had the strength of a bull. <br>He hinted at heart-disease often, but, setting his fancy apart, <br>I always believed there was nothing the matter with Cameron's heart. <br> <br>One day I was working below -- I was filling the bucket with clay, <br>When Alister cried, `Pack it on, mon! we ought to be bottomed to-day.' <br>He wound, and the bucket rose steady and swift to the surface until <br>It reached the first log on the top, <br> where it suddenly stopped, and hung still. <br>I knew what was up in a moment when Cameron shouted to me: <br>`Climb up for your life by the footholes. <br> I'LL STICK TAE TH' HAUN'LE -- OR DEE!' <br> <br>And those were the last words he uttered. <br> He groaned, for I heard him quite plain -- <br>There's nothing so awful as that when it's wrung from a workman in pain. <br>The strength of despair was upon me; I started, and scarcely drew breath, <br>But climbed to the top for my life in the fear of a terrible death. <br>And there, with his waist on the handle, I saw the dead form of my mate, <br>And over the shaft hung the bucket, suspended by Cameron's weight. <br> <br>I wonder did Alister think of the scenes in the distance so dim, <br>When Death at the windlass that morning took cruel advantage of him? <br>He knew if the bucket rushed down it would murder or cripple his mate -- <br>His hand on the iron was closed with a grip that was stronger than Fate; <br>He thought of my danger, not his, when he felt in his bosom the smart, <br>And stuck to the handle in spite of the Finger of Death on his heart.</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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