<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408779" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Black Tracker (Or: Why He Lost The Track)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a tracker in the force<br>Of wondrous sight (the story ran):—<br>He never failed to track a horse,<br>He never failed to find his man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They brought him from a distant town<br>Once more to gain reward and praise,<br>Nor dreamed the man he hunted down<br>Had saved his life in bygone days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away across the farthest run,<br>And far across the stony plain,<br>The outlaw’s horse’s tracks, each one,<br>Unto the black man’s eyes were plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those tracks across the ranges wide<br>Right well he knew that he could trace,<br>And oft he turned aside to hide<br>The tears upon his dusky face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now was his time, for he could claim<br>Reward and praise if he prevailed!<br>Now was the time to win him fame,<br>When all the other blacks had failed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He struggled well to play his part,<br>For in the art he took a pride.<br>But, ah! there beat a white man’s heart<br>Beneath his old, black wrinkled hide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Against that heart he struggled well,<br>But gratitude was in the black—<br>He failed—and only he could tell<br>The reason why he lost the track.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408779" data-title="The Black Tracker (Or: Why He Lost The Track) de Henry Lawson" data-description="There was a tracker in the force Of wondrous sight (the story ran):— He never failed to track a horse, He never failed to find his man. They brought him from a distant town Once more to gain reward and praise, Nor dreamed the man he hunted down..."></div> </div> </div>

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