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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cattle-Dog's Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Plains lay bare on the homeward route,<br>And the march was heavy on man and brute;<br>For the Spirit of Drought was on all the land,<br>And the white heat danced on the glowing sand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The best of our cattle-dogs lagged at last,<br>His strength gave out ere the plains were passed,<br>And our hearts grew sad when he crept and laid<br>His languid limbs in the nearest shade. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saved our lives in the years gone by,<br>When no one dreamed of the danger nigh,<br>And the treacherous blacks in the darkness crept<br>On the silent camp where the drovers slept. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘The dog is dying,’ a stockman said,<br>As he knelt and lifted the shaggy head;<br>‘’Tis a long day’s march ere the run be near,<br>‘And he’s dying fast; shall we leave him here?’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the super cried, ‘There’s an answer there!’<br>As he raised a tuft of the dog’s grey hair;<br>And, strangely vivid, each man descried<br>The old spear-mark on the shaggy hide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We laid a ‘bluey’ and coat across<br>The camping pack of the lightest horse,<br>And raised the dog to his deathbed high,<br>And brought him far ’neath the burning sky. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the kindly touch of the stockmen rude<br>His eyes grew human with gratitude;<br>And though we parched in the heat that fags,<br>We gave him the last of the water-bags. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The super’s daughter we knew would chide<br>If we left the dog in the desert wide;<br>So we brought him far o’er the burning sand<br>For a parting stroke of her small white hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But long ere the station was seen ahead,<br>His pain was o’er, for the dog was dead<br>And the folks all knew by our looks of gloom<br>’Twas a comrade’s corpse that we carried home.</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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And the march was heavy on man and brute;
For the Spirit of Drought was on all the land,
And the white heat danced on the glowing sand. 

The best of our cattle-dogs lagged at last,
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