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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538487" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Death of Ben Hall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ben Hall was out on Lachlans side<br>With a thousand pounds on his head;<br>A score of troopers were scattered wide<br>And a hundred more were ready to ride<br>Wherever a rumour led.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had followed his track from the<br>Weddin Heights And north by the Weelong yards;<br>Through dazzling days and moonlit nights<br>They had sought him over their rifle-sights,<br>With their hands on their trigger guards.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The outlaw stole like a hunted fox<br>Through the scrub and stunted heath,<br>And peered like a hawk from his eyrie rocks<br>Through the waving boughs of the sapling box<br>On the troopers riding beneath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His clothes were rent by the clutching thorn<br>And his blistered feet were bare;<br>Ragged and torn, with his beard unshorn,<br>He hid like a beast forlorn,<br>With a padded path to his lair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But every night when the white stars rose<br>He crossed by the Gunning Plain<br>To a stockman's hut where the Gunning flows,<br>And struck on the door three swift light blows,<br>And a hand unhooked the chain -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the outlaw followed the lone path back<br>With food for another day;<br>And the kindly darkness covered his track<br>And the shadows swallowed him deep and black<br>Where the starlight melted away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But his friend had read of the big reward,<br>And his soul was stirred with greed;<br>He fastened his door and window board,<br>He saddled his horse and crossed the ford,<br>And spurred to the town at speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You may ride at a man's or maid's behest<br>When honour or true love call<br>And steel your heart to the worst or the best,<br>But the ride that is ta'en on a traitor's quest<br>Is the bitterest ride of all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A hot wind blew from the Lachlan bank<br>And a curse on its shoulder came;<br>The pine-trees frowned at him, rank on rank,<br>The sun on a gathering storm-cloud sank<br>And flushed his cheek with shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He reigned at the Court; and the tale began<br>That the rifles alone should end;<br>Sergeant and trooper laid their plan<br>To draw the net on a hunted man<br>At the treacherous word of a friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">False was the hand that raised the chain<br>And false was the whispered word:<br>'The troopers have turned to the south again,<br>You may dare to camp on the Gunning Plain.'<br>And the weary outlaw heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He walked from the hut but a quarter mile<br>Where a clump of saplings stood<br>In a sea of grass like a lonely isle;<br>And the moon came up in a little while<br>Like silver steeped in blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ben Hall lay down on the dew-wet ground<br>By the side of his tiny fire;<br>And a night breeze woke, and he heard no sound<br>As the troopers drew their cordon round -<br>And the traitor earned his hire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And nothing they saw in the dim grey light,<br>But the little glow in the trees;<br>And they crouched in the tall cold grass all night,<br>Each one ready to shoot at sight,<br>With his rifle cocked on his knees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the shadows broke and the dawn's white sword<br>Swung over the mountain wall,<br>And a little wind blew over the ford,<br>A sargeant sprang to his feet and roared:<br>'In the name of the Queen, Ben Hall!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Haggard, the outlaw leapt from his bed<br>With his lean arms held on high,<br>'Fire!' And the word was scarcely said<br>When the mountains rang to rain of lead -<br>And the dawn went drifting by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They kept their word and they paid his pay<br>Where a clean man's hand would shrink;<br>And that was the traitor's master day<br>As he stood by the bar on his homeward way<br>And called on the crowd to drink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He banned no creed and he barred no class,<br>And he called to his friends by name;<br>But the worst would shake his head and pass<br>And none would drink from the bloodstained glass<br>And the goblet red with shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I know when I hear the last grim call<br>And my mortal hour is spent,<br>When the light is hid and the curtains fall<br>I would rather sleep with the dead Ben Hall<br>Than go where that traitor went.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Ogilvie">William Henry Ogilvie</a><div class=q>
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A score of troopers were scattered wide
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Wherever a rumour led.

They had followed his track from the
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