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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408852" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Legend of Cooee Gully</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night came down thro’ Deadman’s Gap,<br>Where the ghostly saplings bent<br>Before a wind that tore the fly<br>From many a digger’s tent. <br>Dark as pitch, and the rain rushed past<br>On a wind that howled again;<br>And we crowded into the only but<br>That stood on the hillside then. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The strong pine rafters creaked and strained,<br>’Til we thought that the roof would go;<br>And we felt the box-bark walls bend in<br>And bulge like calico. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A flood had come from the gorges round:<br>Thro’ the gully’s bed it poured.<br>Down many a deep, deserted shaft<br>The yellow waters roared. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The scene leapt out when the lightning flashed<br>And shone with a ghastly grey;<br>And the night sprang back to the distant range<br>’Neath a sky as bright as day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the darkness closed like a trap that was sprung,<br>And the night grew black as coals,<br>And we heard the ceaseless thunder<br>Of the water down the holes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now and then like a cannon’s note<br>That sounds in the battle din,<br>We heard the louder thunder spring<br>From a shaft, when the sides fell in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We had gathered close to the broad but fire<br>To yarn of the by-gone years,<br>When a coo-ee that came from the flooded grounds<br>Fell sharp on our startled ears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We sprang to our feet, for well we knew<br>That in speed lay the only hope;<br>One caught and over his shoulder threw<br>A coil of yellow rope. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, blinded oft by the lightning’s flash,<br>Down the steep hillside we sped,<br>And at times we slipped on the sodden path<br>That ran to the gully’s bed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on past many a broken shaft<br>All reckless of risk we ran,<br>For the wind still brought in spiteful gusts<br>The cry of the drowning man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the cooeying ceased when we reached the place;<br>And then, ere a man could think,<br>We heard the treacherous earth give way<br>And fall from a shaft’s black brink. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And deep and wide the rotten side<br>Slipped into the hungry hole,<br>And the phosphorus leapt and vanished<br>Like the flight of the stranger’s soul. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still in the sound of the rushing rain,<br>When the night comes dark and drear,<br>From the pitch-black side of that gully wide<br>The coo-ee you’ll hear and hear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Coo-ee — coo-e-e-e, low and eerily,<br>It whispers afar and drear —<br>And then to the heart like an icy dart<br>It strikes thro’ the startled ear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreader than wrung from the human tongue<br>It shrieks o’er the sound of the rain,<br>And back on the hill when the wind is still<br>It whispers and dies again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on thro’ the night like the voice of a sprite<br>That tells of a dire mishap<br>It echoes around in the gully’s bound<br>And out thro’ Deadman’s Gap.</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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Where the ghostly saplings bent
Before a wind that tore the fly
From many a digger’s tent. 
Dark as pitch, and the rain rushed past
On a wind that howled again;
And we crowded into the only but
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