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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538503" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Riding of the Rebel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was the Red Creek overseer, a trusted man and true,<br>Whose shoulder never left the wheel when there was work to do;<br>Through all the day he rode the run, and when the lights grew dim<br>The sweetest wife that ever loved would wait and watch for him.<br>She brought him dower of golden hair and eyes of laughing blue,<br>Stout heart and cunning bridle-hand to guide the mulga through;<br>And when the mob was mustered from the box flats far and wide<br>She loved to mount the wildest colts that no one else would ride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And once it chanced a wayward steed, half-mouthed and roughly broke,<br>Denied the touch of gentle hand and gentler words she spoke,<br>And, plunging forward like the ship that feels the autumn gales,<br>He reared and lost his footing and fell backwards on the rails.<br>Her husband bent above her with cold terror at his heart --<br>The form was still he loved so well, the wan lips would not part;<br>And all the day in trance she lay, but when the stars smiled down<br>He heard his name low-whispered and he claimed her still his own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And afterwards he spoke his fear: 'Heart's love, if you should die! . . .<br>Unless you take our orders from some other man than I,<br>You shall never finger bridle, never mount on horse's back,<br>Till the outlaw on Glenidol is a broken lady's hack!'<br>There's an outlaw on Glenidol that is known through all the West,<br>And three men's lives are on his head, bold riders of the best;<br>The station lads have heard the sneer that travelled far and wide,<br>And flung the answering challenge: 'Come and teach us how to ride!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Roll up, ye merry riders all, whose honour is to guard!<br>We've mustered up the ranges and the Rebel's in the yard,<br>His open mouth and stamping foot and keen eye flashing fire<br>Repeat the temper of his dam, the mettle of his sire.<br>Roll up, ye merry riders all, from hut and camp and town!<br>You'll have to stick like plaster when the stockyard rails go down.<br>But the boss will come down handsome, as the boss is wont to come,<br>To the first who brings The Rebel under spurs and greenhide home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the stockmen heard the challenge from the Cooper to the Bree,<br>And rode from hut and cattle-camp by one and two and three<br>To keep their horseman's honour clean and play a hero's part,<br>To best the bold Glenidol boys and break The Rebel's heart.<br>And Ruddy Neil, the breaker, from the Riverine came through<br>With all the latest breaking-gear and all the wiles he knew,<br>But ere the saddle was secured, before a girth was drawn,<br>The Rebel's forefoot split his skull -- they buried him at dawn!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marora Mick, the half-caste, from the Flinders River came<br>To give the South-the-Border boys a lesson at the game;<br>But he got a roguish welcome when he entered New South Wales,<br>For The Rebel used his blood and brains to paint the stockyard rails!<br>And Mulga Jack came over from the Yuinburra side --<br>The horse was never foaled, they say, that Mulga could not ride;<br>With a mouth as hard as a miser's heart, a will like the Devil's own,<br>The Rebel made for the Stony Range, with the man who wouldn't be thrown;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Rebel made for the Stony Range, where the plain and the scrub-land meet,<br>And the dead boughs cracked at his shoulder-blade, the stones leapt under his feet,<br>And the ragged stems of the gidyeas cut and tore as they blundered past . . .<br>And Jack lay cold in the sunset gold -- he had met with his match at last.<br>And once again the challenge rang, the bitterer for scorn,<br>And spoke the bold Glenidol boys, their jackets mutlga-torn:<br>'A week have we been hunting him and riding fast and hard<br>To give you all another chance -- The Rebel's in the yard!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the stockmen heard the challenge from the Cooper to the Bree;<br>But 'I'm getting old!' 'I'm getting stiff!' or 'I've a wife, you see!'<br>Came whispered to the border; and the horse they could not tame<br>Had saved Glenidol from disgrace and cleansed a sullied name.<br>But ere the reddening sun went down and night on the ranges broke<br>A stranger youth to the slip-rails rode, and fastened his horse and spoke<br>Softly and low, yet none so low but that every man there heard:<br>'I've come to tackle your outlaw colt,' -- and he looked as good as his word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He bridled The Rebel in failing light, and saddled the colt and drew<br>The straps of his gearing doubly tight, and looked that his 'length' was true.<br>He mounted The Rebel and gave the word, and the clattering rails went down,<br>And the outlaw leapt at the open gate and into the shadows brown;<br>But he settled himself to the soothing voice and the touch of the fondling hand,<br>As it followed the curve of his arching neck from wither to forehead-band;<br>His flanks were wet with the fresh-sprung sweat, his shoulders lathered with foam,<br>And he bent to the bridle and played with the bit as he came at a canter home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the boys were dumb with wonder, and sat, and the Red Creek overseer<br>Was first to drop from the stockyard fence and give him a hearty cheer.<br>He raised his hat in answer and --- the golden hair floated free!<br>And the blue eyes lit with laughter as she shouted merrily:<br>'You can reach me down my bridle, give my girths and saddle back,<br>For the outlaw of Glenidol is a broken lady's hack!'</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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