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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408828" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ghost at the Second Bridge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'd call the man a senseless fool,—<br>A blockhead or an ass,<br>Who’d dare to say he saw the ghost<br>Of Mount Victoria Pass;<br>But I believe the ghost is there,<br>For, if my eyes are right, <br>I saw it once upon a ne’er-<br>To-be-forgotten night. <br>’Twas in the year of eighty-nine—<br>The day was nearly gone,<br>The stars were shining, and the moon<br>Is mentioned further on;<br>I’d tramped as far as Hartley Vale,<br>Tho’ tired at the start, <br>But coming back I got a lift<br>In Johnny Jones’s cart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Twas winter on the mountains then—<br>The air was rather chill,<br>And so we stopped beside the inn<br>That stands below the hill. <br>A fire was burning in the bar,<br>And Johnny thought a glass <br>Would give the tired horse a spell<br>And help us up the Pass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Jimmy Bent came riding up—<br>A tidy chap was Jim—<br>He shouted twice, and so of course<br>We had to shout for him.<br>And when at last we said good-night<br>He bet a vulgar quid<br>That we would see the “ghost in black”,<br>And sure enough we did. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as we climbed the stony pinch<br>Below the Camel Bridge,<br>We talked about the “Girl in black”<br>Who haunts the Second Bridge.<br>We reached the fence that guards the cliff<br>And passed the corner post,<br>And Johnny like a senseless fool<br>Kept harping on the ghost. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“She’ll cross the moonlit road in haste<br>And vanish down the track;<br>Her long black hair hangs to her waist<br>And she is dressed in black;<br>Her face is white, a dull dead white—<br>Her eyes are opened wide—<br>She never looks to left or right,<br>Or turns to either side.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I didn’t b’lieve in ghosts at all,<br>Tho’ I was rather young,<br>But still I wished with all my heart<br>That Jack would hold his tongue. <br>The time and place, as you will say,<br>(’Twas twelve o’clock almost)—<br>Were both historically fa-<br>Vourable for a ghost. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But have you seen the Second Bridge <br>Beneath the “Camel’s Back”?<br>It fills a gap that broke the ridge <br>When convicts made the track;<br>And o’er the right old Hartley Vale <br>In homely beauty lies,<br>And o’er the left the mighty walls <br>Of Mount Victoria rise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there’s a spot above the bridge,<br>Just where the track is steep,<br>From which poor Convict Govett rode<br>To christen Govett’s Leap;<br>And here a teamster killed his wife—<br>For those old days were rough—<br>And here a dozen others had<br>Been murdered, right enough. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lonely moon was over all<br>And she was shining well,<br>At angles from the sandstone wall<br>The shifting moonbeams fell.<br>In short, the shifting moonbeams beamed,<br>The air was still as death,<br>Save when the listening silence seemed<br>To speak beneath its breath. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tangled bushes were not stirred<br>Because there was no wind,<br>But now and then I thought I heard<br>A startling noise behind.<br>Then Johnny Jones began to quake;<br>His face was like the dead.<br>“Don’t look behind, for heaven’s sake!<br>The ghost is there!” he said. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stared ahead—his eyes were fixed;<br>He whipped the horse like mad.<br>“You fool!” I cried, “you’re only mixed;<br>A drop too much you’ve had. <br>I’ll never see a ghost, I swear,<br>But I will find the cause.”<br>I turned to see if it was there,<br>And sure enough it was! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its look appeared to plead for aid<br>(As far as I could see),<br>Its hands were on the tailboard laid,<br>Its eyes were fixed on me. <br>The face, it cannot be denied<br>Was white, a dull dead white,<br>The great black eyes were opened wide<br>And glistened in the light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stared at Jack; he stared ahead<br>And madly plied the lash.<br>To show I wasn’t scared, I said—<br>“Why, Jack, we’ve made a mash.” <br>I tried to laugh; ’twas vain to try.<br>The try was very lame; <br>And, tho’ I wouldn’t show it, I<br>Was frightened, all the same. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“She’s mashed,” said Jack, “I do not doubt,<br>But ’tis a lonely place;<br>And then you see it might turn out<br>A breach of promise case.”<br>He flogged the horse until it jibbed<br>And stood as one resigned,<br>And then he struck the road and ran<br>And left the cart behind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, Jack and I since infancy<br>Had shared our joys and cares, <br>And so I was resolved that we<br>Should share each other’s scares. <br>We raced each other all the way<br>And never slept that night,<br>And when we told the tale next day<br>They said that we were—intoxicated.</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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A blockhead or an ass,
Who’d dare to say he saw the ghost
Of Mount Victoria Pass;
But I believe the ghost is there,
For, if my eyes are right, 
I saw it once upon a ne’er-
To-be-forgotten night. 
’Twas..."></div>
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