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None ever knew his name,
Honoured, or one of shame,
Highborn or lowly;
Only upon that tree
Two letters, J and C,
Carved by him, mark where he
Lay dying slowly.

Why came he to the West?...

'It's my shout this time, boys, so come along and breast the bar,
And kindly mention what you're going to take;
I don't feel extra thirsty, so I'll sample that 'three-star',...

Diamantina River, Western Queensland


The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,
Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,
Where over the sleeping, the stealthily creeping...

There came a lonely Briton to the town,
A solitary Briton with a mission,
He'd vowed a vow to put all 'shouting' down,
To relegate it to a low position.

Transcendently Britannic in his dress,...

Yes, there it hangs upon the wall
And never gives a sound,
The hand that trimmed its greenhide fall
Is hidden underground,
There, in that patch of sally shade,
Beneath that grassy mound.
...

The rum was rich and rare,
There were wagers in the air,
The atmosphere was rosy, and the tongues were wagging free;
But one was in the revel
Whose occiput was level...