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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408742" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Since Then</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I met Jack Ellis in town to-day -- <br> Jack Ellis -- my old mate, Jack -- <br>Ten years ago, from the Castlereagh, <br>We carried our swags together away <br> To the Never-Again, Out Back. <br> <br>But times have altered since those old days, <br> And the times have changed the men. <br>Ah, well! there's little to blame or praise -- <br>Jack Ellis and I have tramped long ways <br> On different tracks since then. <br> <br>His hat was battered, his coat was green, <br> The toes of his boots were through, <br>But the pride was his! It was I felt mean -- <br>I wished that my collar was not so clean, <br> Nor the clothes I wore so new. <br> <br>He saw me first, and he knew 'twas I -- <br> The holiday swell he met. <br>Why have we no faith in each other? Ah, why? -- <br>He made as though he would pass me by, <br> For he thought that I might forget. <br> <br>He ought to have known me better than that, <br> By the tracks we tramped far out -- <br>The sweltering scrub and the blazing flat, <br>When the heat came down through each old felt hat <br> In the hell-born western drought. <br> <br>The cheques we made and the shanty sprees, <br> The camps in the great blind scrub, <br>The long wet tramps when the plains were seas, <br>And the oracles worked in days like these <br> For rum and tobacco and grub. <br> <br>Could I forget how we struck `the same <br> Old tale' in the nearer West, <br>When the first great test of our friendship came -- <br>But -- well, there's little to praise or blame <br> If our mateship stood the test. <br> <br>`Heads!' he laughed (but his face was stern) -- <br> `Tails!' and a friendly oath; <br>We loved her fair, we had much to learn -- <br>And each was stabbed to the heart in turn <br> By the girl who -- loved us both. <br> <br>Or the last day lost on the lignum plain, <br> When I staggered, half-blind, half-dead, <br>With a burning throat and a tortured brain; <br>And the tank when we came to the track again <br> Was seventeen miles ahead. <br> <br>Then life seemed finished -- then death began <br> As down in the dust I sank, <br>But he stuck to his mate as a bushman can, <br>Till I heard him saying, `Bear up, old man!' <br> In the shade by the mulga tank. <br> <br> . . . . . <br> <br>He took my hand in a distant way <br> (I thought how we parted last), <br>And we seemed like men who have nought to say <br>And who meet -- `Good-day', and who part -- `Good-day', <br> Who never have shared the past. <br> <br>I asked him in for a drink with me -- <br> Jack Ellis -- my old mate, Jack -- <br>But his manner no longer was careless and free, <br>He followed, but not with the grin that he <br> Wore always in days Out Back. <br> <br>I tried to live in the past once more -- <br> Or the present and past combine, <br>But the days between I could not ignore -- <br>I couldn't help notice the clothes he wore, <br> And he couldn't but notice mine. <br> <br>He placed his glass on the polished bar, <br> And he wouldn't fill up again; <br>For he is prouder than most men are -- <br>Jack Ellis and I have tramped too far <br> On different tracks since then. <br> <br>He said that he had a mate to meet, <br> And `I'll see you again,' said he, <br>Then he hurried away through the crowded street <br>And the rattle of buses and scrape of feet <br> Seemed suddenly loud to me. <br> <br>And I almost wished that the time were come <br> When less will be left to Fate -- <br>When boys will start on the track from home <br>With equal chances, and no old chum <br> Have more or less than his mate.</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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 Jack Ellis -- my old mate, Jack -- 
Ten years ago, from the Castlereagh, 
We carried our swags together away 
 To the Never-Again, Out Back. 
 
But times have altered since those old days, 
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