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HUMOROUS VERSES 
 
I desire to thank the editor and proprietors of 
 
 the Sydney Bulletin for the privilege of reprinting 
 
 the verses in this volume. 
 
 H. L. 
 Sydney, March 17th, 1900. 
 
HUMOROUS VERSES 
 
 HENRY LAWSON 
 
 Author of " When the World was Wide and Other Vkrbhb,' 
 "While the Billt Boils," "On the Track and Over 
 
 THE SLIPRAILS," AND " POPDLAR VERSES " 
 
 " Once 1 vyfote a little poem which I thought was very Jiiie, 
 Atid I showed the printer's copy to a critic friend of unine.* 
 
 Sydkey 
 
 ANGUS AND ROBBETSON 
 
 London : The Australian Book Company 
 
 38 West Smithweld, E.G. 
 
 1900 
 
Sydsey : 
 
 Websbalb, Shoosmith and Co., Printers, 
 
 117 Clarbncb Strbbt. 
 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PASE 
 
 MY LITERARY FRIEND 
 
 Once I wrote a little poem which I 
 
 thought was very fine, . . . 125 
 
 MARY CALLED HIM 'MISTER' 
 
 They'd parted but a year before — she 
 
 never thought he'd come, . . . 127 
 
 REJECTED 
 
 She says she's very sorry, as she sees you 
 
 to the gate ; . . . . . 1 30 
 
 O'HARA, J. P. 
 
 James Patrick O'Hara, the Justice of 
 
 Peace, 134. 
 
 BILL AND JIM FALL OUT 
 
 Bill and Jim are mates no longer — they 
 
 would scorn the name of mate — . 138 
 
 THE PAROO 
 
 It was a week from Christmas-time, . 142 
 
vi. CONTENTS 
 
 THE GREEN-HAND ROUSEABOUT 
 
 Call this hot 1 I beg your pardon. Hot ! 
 — you don't know what it means. 
 
 THE MAN FROM WATERLOO 
 
 It was the Man from Waterloo, 
 
 SAINT PETER 
 
 Now, I (jhink there is a likeness 
 
 THE STRANGER'S FRIEND 
 
 The strangest things, and the maddest 
 things, that a man can do or say, 
 
 THE GOD-FORGOTTEN ELECTION 
 
 Pat M'Durmer brought the tidings to the 
 town of God-Forgotten : . . . 
 
 THE BOSS'S BOOTS 
 
 The shearers squint along the pens, they 
 squint along the ' shoots ; ' 
 
 THE CAPTAIN OF THE PUSH 
 
 As the night was falling slowly down on 
 city, town and bush, 
 
 BILLY'S 'SQUARE AFFAIR' 
 
 Long Bill, the captain of the push, was 
 tired of his estate, .... 
 
CONTENTS vii. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 A DERRY ON A COVE 
 
 'Twas in the felon's dock he stood, his 
 
 eyes were black and blue ; . .185 
 
 RISE YE! RISE YE! 
 
 Rise ye ! rise ye ! noble toilers ! claim 
 
 your rights with fire and steel ! . 187 
 
 THE BALLAD OF MABEL CLARE 
 
 Ye children of the Land of Gold, . 190 
 
 CONSTABLE M'CARTHY'S INVESTIGATIONS 
 
 Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts 
 
 of lower orders . . . .196 
 
 AT THE TUG-OF-WAR 
 
 'Twas in a tug-of-war where I — the 
 
 guvnor's hope and pride — . . 205 
 
 HERE'S LUCK! 
 
 Old Time is tramping close to-day — you 
 
 hear his bluchers fall, . . . 208 
 
 THE MEN WHO COME BEHIND 
 
 There's a class of men (and women) who 
 
 are always on their guard — . . 211 
 
viii. CONTENTS 
 
 THE DAYS WHEN WE WENT SWIMMING 
 The breezes waved the silver grass, 
 
 the" OLD BARK SCHOOL 
 
 It was built of bark and poles, and the 
 floor was full of holes 
 
 TROUBLE ON THE SELECTION 
 
 You lazy boy, you're here at last, 
 
 THE PROFESSIONAL WANDERER 
 
 When you've knocked about the country 
 — been away from home for years ; 
 
 A LITTLE MISTAKE 
 
 'Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum • trap ' 
 
 A STUDY IN THE "NOOD" 
 
 He was bare — we don't want to be rude — 
 
 A WORD TO TEXAS JACK 
 
 Texas Jack, you are amusin'. By Lord 
 Harry, how I laughed 
 
 THE GROG-AN'-GRUMBLE STEEPLECHASE 
 'Twixt the coastline and the border lay 
 the town of Grog-an'-Grumble 
 
 BUT WHAT'S THE USE 
 
 But what's the use of writing ' bush ' — 
 
MY LITERARY FRIEND 
 
 Once I wrote a little poem which' I thought was very 
 
 fine, 
 And I showed the printer's copy to a critic friend of 
 
 mine, 
 First lie. praised the thing a little, then he found a 
 
 little fault ; 
 ' The ideas are good,' he muttered, ' but the rhythm 
 
 seems to halt.' 
 
 So I straighten'd up the rhythm where he marked it 
 
 with his pen, 
 And I copied it and showed it to my clever friend 
 
 again. 
 ' You've improved the metre greatly, but the rhymes 
 
 are bad,' he said. 
 As he read it slowly, scratching surplus wisdom from 
 
 his head. 
 
 126 
 
 r.. ,"r I 
 
126 MY LITERARY FRIEND 
 
 So I worked as he suggested (I believe in taking 
 
 time), 
 , And , I burnt the ' midnight taper ' while I 
 
 straightened up the rhyme. 
 ' It is better now,' he muttered, ' you go on and 
 
 you'll succeed, 
 ' It has got a ring about it — the ideas are what you 
 
 need.' 
 
 So I worked for hours upon it (I go on when I 
 
 commence). 
 And I kept in view the rhythm and the jingle and 
 
 the sense, 
 And I copied it and took it to my solemn friend once 
 
 more — 
 It reminded him of something he had somewhere 
 
 read before. 
 
 Now the people say I'd never put such horrors into 
 
 print 
 If I wasn't too conceited to accept a friendly hint, 
 And my dsarest friends are certain that I'd profit in 
 
 the end 
 If I'd always show my copy to a literary friend. 
 
MARY CALLED HIM 'MISTER' 
 
 They'd parted but a year before — she never thought 
 
 he'd come, 
 She stammer'd, blushed, held out her hand, and called 
 
 him ' Mister Gum.' 
 How could he know that all the while she longed to 
 
 murmur ' John.' 
 He called her ' Miss le Brook,' and asked how she was 
 
 getting on. 
 
 They'd parted but a year before ; they'd loved each 
 
 other well, 
 But he'd been to the city, and he came back such a 
 
 swell. 
 They longed to meet in fond embrace, they hungered 
 
 for a kiss — 
 But Mary called him ' Mister,' and the idiot called 
 
 her ' Miss.' 
 
128 MARY CALLED HIM ' MISTER ' 
 
 He stood and lean'd against the door — a stupid chap 
 
 was he — 
 And, when she asked if he'd come in and have a cup 
 
 of tea, 
 He looked to left, he looked to right, and then he 
 
 glanced behind, 
 And slowly doflfed his cabbage-tree, and said he 
 
 ' didn't mind.' 
 
 She made a shy apology because the meat was 
 
 tough. 
 And then she asked if he was sure his tea was sweet 
 
 enough ; 
 He stirred the tea and sipped it twice, and answer'd 
 
 ' plenty, quite ; ' 
 And cut the smallest piece of beef and said that it 
 
 was ' right.' 
 
 She glanced at him at times and cough'd an awkward 
 
 little cough ; 
 He stared at anything but her and said, ' T must 
 
 be off.' 
 That evening he went riding north — a sad and lonely 
 
 ride- 
 She locked herself inside her room, and there sat 
 
 down and cried. 
 
MARY CALLED HIM • MISTER ' 129 
 
 They'd parted but a year before, they loved each 
 
 other well- 
 But she was such a country girl and he was such a 
 
 swell ; 
 They longed to meet in fond embrace, they hungered 
 
 for a kiss — 
 But Mary called him ' Mister ' and the idiot called 
 
 her ' Miss.' 
 
REJECTED 
 
 She says she's very sorry, as she sees you to the gate ; 
 You calmly say ' Good-bye ' to her while standing 
 off a yard, 
 Then you lift your hat and leave her, walking mighty 
 stiff and straight — 
 But you're hit, old man — hit hard. 
 
 In your brain the words are burning of the answer 
 that she gave, 
 As you turn the nearest corner and you stagger 
 just a bit ; 
 But you pull yourself together, for a man's strong 
 heart is brave 
 When it's hit, old man — hard hit. 
 
 130 
 
REJECTED 1.31 
 
 You might try to drown the sorrow, but the drink 
 has no effect ; 
 You cannot stand the barmaid with her coarse and 
 vulgar wit ; 
 And so you seek the street again, and start for home 
 direct. 
 When you're hit, old man — hard hit. 
 
 You see the face of her you lost, the pity in her 
 smile — 
 Ah ! she is to the barmaid as is snow to chimney 
 grit; 
 You're a better man and nobler in your sorrow, for. a 
 while. 
 When you're hit, old man— hard hit. 
 
 And, arriving at your lodgings, with a face of deepest 
 gloom. 
 You shun the other boarders and your manly brow 
 you knit ; 
 You take a light and go upstairs directly to your 
 room- 
 But the whole house knows you're hit. 
 
132 REJECTED 
 
 You clutch the scarf and collar, and you tear them 
 from your throat, 
 You rip your waistcoat open like a fellow in a fit ; 
 And you fling them in a corner with the made-to- 
 order coat, 
 When you're hit, old man —hard hit. 
 
 You throw yourself, despairing, on your narrow little 
 bed. 
 Or pace the room till someone starts with ' Skit ! 
 cat!— skit!' 
 And then lie blindly staring at the plaster overhead — 
 You are hit, old man — hard hit. 
 
 It's doubtful whether vanity or love has sufiered 
 worst. 
 So neatly in our nature are those feelings interknit. 
 Your heart keeps swelling up so bad, you wish that 
 it would burst. 
 When you're hit, old man — hard hit. 
 
 You thinlc and think, and think, and think, till you 
 go mad almost ; 
 Across your sight the spectres of the bygone seem 
 to flit ; 
 
REJECTED 133 
 
 The very girl herself seems dead, and comes back as 
 a ghost, 
 When you're hit, like this — hard hit. 
 
 You know that it's all over — you're an older man by 
 years, 
 In the future not a twinkle, in your black sky not 
 a split. 
 Ah ! you'll think it well that women have the privilege 
 of tears. 
 When you're hit, old man — hard hit. 
 
 You long and hope for nothing but the rest that 
 sleep can bring. 
 And you find that in the morning things have 
 brightened up a bit ; 
 But you're dull for many evenings, with a cracked 
 heart in a sling. 
 When you're hit, old man — hard hit. 
 
O'HARA, J.P. 
 
 James Patrick O'Hara, the Justice of Peace, 
 He bossed the P.M. and he bossed the police ; 
 A parent, a deacon, a landlord was he — 
 A townsman of weight was O'Hara, J.P. 
 
 ft 
 He gave out the prizes, foundation-stones laid, 
 He shone when the Governor's visit was paid ; 
 And twice re-elected as Mayor was he — 
 The flies couldn't roost on O'Hara, J.P, 
 
 Now Sandy M'Ply, of the Axe-and-the-Saw, 
 Was charged with a breach of the licensing law- 
 He sold after hours whilst talking too free 
 On matters concerning O'Hara, J.P. 
 
 134 
 
O'HARA, J.P. 135 
 
 And each contradicted the next witness flat, 
 Concerning back parlours, side-doors, and all that ; 
 'Twas very conflicting, as all must agree — 
 ' Ye'd betther take care !' said O'Hara, J.P. 
 
 But ' Baby,' the barmaid, her evidence gave — 
 A poor, timid darling who. tried to be brave — 
 ' Now, don't be afraid — if it's frightened ye be — 
 ' Speak out, my good girl,' said O'Hara, J.P. 
 
 Her hair was so golden, her eyes were so blue. 
 Her face was so fair and her words seemed so true — 
 So green in the ways of sweet wcmen was he 
 That she jolted the heart of O'Hara, J, P. 
 
 He turned to the other grave Justice of Peace, 
 And whispered, ' You can't always trust the police ; 
 ' I'll visit the premises during the day, 
 ' And see/or myself,' said O'Hara, Jay Pay. 
 
 (Case postponed.) 
 
 'Twas early next morning, or late the same night — 
 ' 'Twas early next morning' we think would be right — 
 And sounds that betokened a breach of the law 
 Escaped through the cracks of the Axe-and-the-Saw. 
 
136 O'HARA, J. P. 
 
 And Constable Dogherty, out in the street, 
 Met Constable Clancy a bit off his beat ; 
 He took him with finger and thumb by the ear, 
 And led him around to a lane in the rear. 
 
 He pointed a blind where strange shadows were seen — 
 Wild pantomime hinting of revels within — 
 ' We'll drop on M'Ply, if you'll listen to me, 
 ' And prove we are right to O'Hara, J. P.' 
 
 But Clancy was up to the lay of the land, 
 
 He cautiously shaded his mouth with his hand — 
 
 ' Wisht, man ! Howld yer whisht ! or it's ruined 
 
 we'll be, 
 ' It's the justice himself — it's O'Hara, J.P ' 
 
 They hish'd and they whishted, and turned themselves 
 
 round, . 
 And got themselves off like two cats on wet ground ; 
 Agreeing to be, on their honour as men, 
 A deaf-dumb-and-blind institution just then. 
 
 Inside on a sofa, two barmaids between, 
 With one on his knee was a gentleman seen ; 
 And any chance eye at the keyhole could see 
 In less than a wink 'twas O'Hara, J.P. 
 
O'HARA, J. P. 137 
 
 The first in the chorus of songs that were sung, 
 
 The loudest that laughed at the jokes that were 
 
 sprung, 
 The guest of the evening, the soul of the spree — 
 The daddy of all was O'Hara, J.P. 
 
 And hard-cases chuckled, and hard-cases said 
 That Baby and Alice conveyed him to bed — 
 In subsequent storms it was painful to see 
 Those hard-cases side with the sinful J.P. 
 
 Next day, in the court, when the case came in sight, 
 O'Hara declared he was satisfied quite ; 
 The case was dismissed — it was destined to be 
 The final ukase of O'Hara, J.P. 
 
 The law and religion came down on him first — 
 The Christian was hard but his wife was the worst ! 
 Half ruined and half driven crazy was he — 
 It made an old man of O'Hara, J.P. 
 
 Now, young men who come from the bush, do you 
 
 hear? 
 Who know not the power of barmaids and beer — 
 Don't see for yourself ! from temptation steer free. 
 Remember the fall of O'Hara, J.P. 
 
BILL AND JIM FALL OUT 
 
 Bill and Jim are mates no longer — they would scorn 
 the name of mate — 
 
 Those two bushmen hate each other with a soul-con- 
 suming hate ; 
 
 Yet erstwhile they were as brothers should be (tho' 
 they never will) : 
 
 Ne'er were mates to one another half so true as Jim 
 and Bill. 
 
 Bill was one of those who have to argue every day or 
 
 die — 
 Though, of course, he swore 'twas Jim who always 
 
 itched to argufy. 
 They would, on most abstract subjects, contradict 
 
 each other flat 
 And at- times in lurid language— they were mates in 
 
 spite of that. 
 
 138 
 
BILL AND JIM FALL OUT 139 
 
 Bill believed the Bible story re the origin of him — 
 He was sober, he was steady, he was orthodox ; while 
 
 Jim, 
 Who, we grieve to state, was always getting into 
 
 drunken scrapes, 
 Held that man degenerated from degenerated apes. 
 
 Bill was British to the backbone, he was loyal 
 
 through and through ; 
 Jim declared that Blucher's Prussians won the fight 
 
 at Waterloo, 
 And he hoped the coloured races would in time wipe 
 
 out the white — 
 And it rather strained their mateship, but it didn't 
 
 burst it quite. 
 
 They battled round in Maoriland — they saw it 
 
 through iind through — 
 And argued on the rata, what it was and how it 
 
 grew ; 
 Bill believed the vine grew downward, Jim declared 
 
 that it grew up — 
 Yet they always shared their fortunes to the final 
 
 bite and sup. 
 
140 BILL AND JIM FALL OUT 
 
 Night after night they argued how the kangaroo was 
 
 born, 
 And each one held the other's stupid theories in 
 
 scorn, 
 Bill believed it was ' born inside,' Jim declared it was 
 
 born out — 
 Each as to his own opinions never had the slightest 
 
 doubt. 
 
 They left the earth to argue and they went among the 
 
 stars, 
 Be conditions atmospheric, Bill believed ' the hair of 
 
 Mars 
 ' Was too thin for human bein's to exist in mortal 
 
 states.' 
 Jim declared it was too thict, if anything — yet they 
 
 were mates 
 
 Bill for Freetrade — Jim, Protection— argued as to 
 
 which was best 
 For the welfare of the workers — and their mateship 
 
 stood the test ! 
 They argued over what they meant and didn't mean 
 
 at all. 
 And what they said and didn't — and were mates in 
 
 spite of all. 
 
BILL AND JIM FALL OUT 141 
 
 Till one night the two together tried to light a fire in 
 
 camp, 
 When they had a leaky billy and the wood was scarce 
 
 and damp. 
 And . . . No matter : let the moral be distinctly 
 
 understood : 
 One alone should tend the fire, while the other brings 
 
 the wood. 
 
THE PAROO 
 
 It was a week from Christmas-time, 
 
 As near as I remember, 
 And half a year since in the rear 
 
 We'd left the Darling Timber. 
 The track was hot and more than drear ; 
 
 The long day seemed for ever ; 
 But now we knew that we were near 
 
 Our camp — the Paroo River. 
 
 With blighted eyes and blistered feet, 
 
 With stomachs out of order, 
 Half mad with flies and dust and heat 
 
 We'd crossed the Queensland Border. 
 I longed to hear a stream go by 
 
 And see the circles quiver ; 
 T longed to lay me down and die 
 
 That night on Paroo River. 
 
 142 
 
THE PAROO 143 
 
 'Tis said the land out West is grand — 
 
 I do not care who says it — 
 It isn't even decent scrub, 
 
 Nor yet an honest desert ; 
 It's plagued with flies, and broiling hot, 
 
 A curse is on it ever ; 
 I really think that God forgot 
 
 The country round that river. 
 
 My mate — a native of the land — 
 
 In fiery speech and vulgar, 
 Condemned the flies and cursed the sand, 
 
 And doubly damned the mulga. 
 He peered ahead, he peered about — 
 
 A bushman he, and clever — 
 ' Now mind you keep a sharp look-out ; 
 
 ' We must be near the river.' 
 
 The ' nose-bags ' heavy on each chest 
 
 (God bless one kindly squatter !) 
 With grateful weight our hearts they pressed — 
 
 We only wanted water. 
 The sun was setting (in the west) 
 
 In colour like a liver — 
 ■V^e'd fondly hoped to camp and rest 
 
 That night on Paroo River. 
 
144 THE PAROO 
 
 A cloud was on my mate's broad brow, 
 
 And once I heard him mutter : 
 ' I'd like to see the Darling now, 
 
 ' God bless the Grand Old Gutter ! ' 
 And now and then he stopped and said 
 
 In tones that made me shiver — 
 ' It cannot well be on ahead, 
 
 ' I think we've crossed the river' 
 
 But soon we saw a strip of ground 
 
 That crossed the track we followed — 
 No barer than the surface round. 
 
 But just a Uttle hollowed. 
 His brows assumed a thoughtful frown — 
 
 This speech he did deliver : 
 ' I wonder if we'd best go down 
 
 ' Or up the blessed river "i ' 
 
 ' But where,' said I, ' 's the blooming stream f 
 
 And he replied, ' We're at it ! ' 
 I stood awhile, as in a dream, 
 
 ' Great Scott ! ' I cried, ' is that it ? 
 ' Why, that is some old bridle-track ! ' 
 
 He chuckled, ' Well, I never ! 
 ' It's nearly time you came out-back — 
 
 ' This is the Paroo River ! ' 
 
THE PAROO 145 
 
 No place to camp — no spot of damp — 
 
 No moisture to be seen there ; 
 If e'er there was it left no sign 
 
 That it had ever been there. 
 But ere the morn, with heart and soul 
 
 We'd cause to thank the Giver — 
 We found a muddy water-hole 
 
 Some ten miles down the river. 
 
THE GREEN-HAND ROUSEABOUT 
 
 Call thjs hot ? I beg your pardon. Hot ! — you 
 
 don't know what it means. 
 (What's that, waiter? lamb or mutton ! Thank you — 
 
 mine is beef and greens. 
 Bread and butter while I'm waiting. Milk? Oh, 
 
 yes — a bucketful.) 
 I'm just in from west the Darling, ' pieking-up ' and 
 
 *rolKng wool.' 
 
 Mutton stewed or chops for breakfast, dry and taste- 
 less, boiled in fat ; 
 
 Bread or brownie, tea or coffee — two hours' graft in 
 front of that ; 
 
 Legs of mutton boiled for dinner — mutton greasy- 
 warm for tea — ■ 
 
 Mutton curried (gave my order, beef and plenty 
 greens for me.) 
 
 U6 
 
THE GREEN-HAND RODSEABOUX 147 
 
 Breakfast, curried rice and mutton till your innards 
 
 sacrifice, 
 And you sicken at the colour and the smell of curried 
 
 rice. 
 All day long with living mutton — bits and belly-wool 
 
 and fleece ; 
 Blinded by the yoke of wool, and shirt and trousers 
 
 stiff trith grease. 
 Till you long for sigh't of verdure, cabbage-plots and 
 
 water clear, 
 And you crave for beef and butter as a boozer craves 
 
 for beer. 
 
 Dusty patch in baking mulga — glaring iron hut and 
 
 shed — 
 Peel and smell of rain forgotten — water scarce and 
 
 feed-grass dead. 
 Hot and suffocating sunrise — all-pervading sheep-yard 
 
 smell — 
 Stiff and aching green-hand stretches — ' Slushy' rings 
 
 the bullock-bell — 
 Pint of tea and hunk of brownie — sinners string 
 
 towards the shed — 
 Great, black, greasy crows round carcass— screen 
 
 behind of dust-cloud red. 
 
148 THE GREEN-HAND ROUSEABOUT 
 
 Engine whistles. ' Go it, tigers ! ' and the agony 
 
 begins, 
 Picking up for seven devils out of Hades— for my 
 
 sins ; 
 Picking up for seven devils, seven demons out of 
 
 Hell! 
 Sell their souls to get the bell-sheep— half a-dozen 
 
 Christs they'd sell ! 
 Day grows hot as where they come from — too danmed 
 
 hot for men or brutes ; 
 'Roof of corrugated iron, six-foot-six above the shoots ! 
 
 Whiz and rattle and vibration, like an endless chain 
 
 of trams ; 
 Blasphemy of five-and-forty — prickly heat — and 
 
 stink of rams ! 
 ' Barooo ' leaves his pen-door open and the sheep 
 
 come bucking out ; 
 When the rouser goes to pen them, ' Barooo ' blasts 
 
 the rouseabout. 
 Injury with insult added — trial of our cursing 
 
 powers — 
 Cursed and cursing back enough to damn a dozen 
 
 worlds like ours. 
 
THE GREEN-HAND ROUSEABOUT 149 
 
 ' Take my combs down to the grinder, will yer 1 ' 
 
 ' Seen my cattle-pup ? ' 
 'There's a sheep fell down in my shoot— just jump 
 
 down and pick it up.' 
 ' Give the oiE.ce when the boss comes.' ' Catch that 
 
 gory sheep, old man.' 
 ' Count the sheep in my pen, will yer ? ' ' Fetch my 
 
 combs back when yer can.' 
 ' When yer get a chance, old feller, will yer pop down 
 
 to the hut ? 
 ' Fetch my pipe — the cook '11 show yer — and I'll let 
 
 yer have a cut.' 
 
 Shearer yells for tar and needle. Ringer's roaring like 
 
 a bull : 
 ' Wool away, you (son of angels). Where the hell's 
 
 the (foundling) Wool ! ! ' 
 
 Pound a week and station prices — mustn't kick 
 
 against the pricks — 
 Seven weeks of lurid mateship — ruined soul and four 
 
 pounds six. 
 
ISO THE GREEN-HAND ROUSEABOUT 
 
 What's that 1 waiter 1 met stuffed mutton ! Look 
 here, waiter, to be brief, 
 
 I said beef ! you blood-stained villain ! Beef — moo- 
 cow— Roast Bullock— BEEF ! 
 
THE MAN FROM "WATERLOO 
 (With kind regards to "Banjo.") 
 
 It was the Man from Waterloo, 
 
 When work in town was slack, 
 Who took the track as bushmen do, 
 
 And humped his swag out back. 
 He tramped for months without a bob, 
 
 For most the sheds were full, 
 Until at last he got a job 
 
 At picking up the wool. 
 He found the work was rather rough, 
 
 But swore to see it through, 
 For he was made of sterling stuff — 
 
 The Man from Waterloo. 
 
 The first remark was like a stab 
 
 That fell his ear upon, 
 'Twas — ' There's another something scab 
 
 ' The boss has taken on ! ' 
 
152 THE MAN I'ROM WATERLOO 
 
 They couldn't let the towny be — 
 
 They sneered like anything ; 
 They'd mock him when he'd sound the ' g ' 
 
 In words that end in ' ing.' 
 
 There came a man from Ironbark, 
 
 And at the shed he shore ; 
 He scoffed his victuals like a shark, 
 
 And like a fiend he swore. 
 He'd shorn his flowing beard that day — • 
 
 He found it hard to reap — 
 Because 'twas hot and in the way 
 
 While he was shearing sheep. 
 His loaded fork in grimy holt 
 
 Was poised, his jaws moved fast, 
 Impatient till his throat could bolt 
 
 The mouthful taken last. 
 He couldn't stand a something toff. 
 
 Much less a jackaroo ; 
 And swore to take the trimmings off 
 
 The Man from Waterloo. 
 
 The towny saw he must be up 
 
 Or else be underneath. 
 And so one day, before them all, 
 
 He dared to clean his teeth. 
 
THE MAN FROM WATERLOO 153 
 
 The men came running from the shed, 
 
 And shouted, ' Here's a lark ! ' 
 ' It's gone to clean its tooties ! ' said 
 
 The man from Ironbark. 
 His feeble joke was much enjoyed ; 
 
 He sneered as bullies do. 
 And with a scrubbing-brush he guyed 
 
 The Man from Waterloo. 
 
 The Jackaroo made no remark 
 
 But peeled and waded in, 
 And soon the Man from Ironbark 
 
 Had three teeth less to grin ! 
 And when they knew that he could fight 
 
 They swore to see him through. 
 Because they saw that he was right — 
 
 The Man from Waterloo. 
 
 Now in a shop in Sydney, near 
 
 The Bottle on the Shelf, 
 The tale is told — with trimmings — by 
 
 The Jackaroo himself. 
 ' They made my life a hell,' he said ; 
 
 ' They wouldn't let me be ; 
 ' They set the bully of the shed 
 
 ' To take it out of me. 
 
154 THE MAN FROM WATERLOO 
 
 ' The dirt was on him like a sheath, 
 
 ' He seldom washed his phiz ; 
 ' He sneered because I cleaned my teeth - 
 
 ' I guess I dusted his ! 
 ' I treated them as they deserved — 
 
 ' I signed on one or two ! 
 ' They won't forget me soon,' observed 
 
 The Man from Waterloo. 
 
SAINT PETER 
 
 Now, I think there is a likeness 
 
 'Twixt St. Peter's life and mine, 
 For he did a lot of trampin' 
 
 Long ago in Palestine. 
 He was ' union ' when the workers 
 
 First began to organise. 
 And — I'm glad that old St. Peter 
 
 Keeps the gate of Paradise. 
 
 When the ancient agitator 
 
 And his brothers carried swags, 
 I've no doubt he very often 
 
 Tramped with empty tucker-bags ; 
 And I'm glad he's Heaven's picket, 
 
 For I hate explainin' things, 
 And he'll think a urtion ticket 
 
 Just as good as Whitely King's. 
 
 155 
 
156 SAINT PETER 
 
 He denied the Saviour's union, 
 
 Which was weak of him, no doubt ; 
 But perhaps his feet was blistered 
 
 And his boots had given out. 
 And the bitter storm was rushin' 
 
 On the bark and on the slabs, 
 And a cheerful fire was blazin'. 
 
 And the hut was full of 'scabs.' 
 
 When I reach the great head-station — 
 
 Which is somewhere ' off the track '- 
 I won't want to talk with angels 
 
 Who have never been out back ; 
 They might bother me with offers 
 
 Of a banjo — meanin' well — 
 And a pair of wings to fly with, 
 
 When I only want a spell. 
 
 I'll just ask for old St. Peter, 
 
 And I think, when he appears, 
 I will only have to tell him 
 
 That I carried swag for years. 
 ' I've been on the track,' I'll teU him, 
 
 ' An' I done the best I could,' 
 And he'll understand me better 
 
 Than the other angels would. 
 
SAINT PETER 157 
 
 He won't try to get a chorus 
 
 Out of lungs that's worn to rags, 
 Or to graft the wings on shoulders 
 
 That is stiff with humpin' swags. 
 But I'll rest about the station 
 
 Where the work-bell never rings, 
 Till they blow the final trumpet 
 
 And the Great Judge sees to things. 
 
THE STRANGER'S FRIEND 
 
 The strangest things, and the maddest things, that a 
 
 man can do or say, 
 To the chaps and fellers and coves Out Back are 
 
 matters of every day ; 
 Maybe on account of the lives they lead, or the life 
 
 that their hearts discard — 
 But never a fool can be too mad or a ' hard case ' 
 
 be too hard. 
 
 I met him in Bourke in the Union days — with which 
 
 we have nought to do 
 (Their creed was narrow, their methods crude, but 
 
 they stuck to ' the cause ' like glue). 
 He came into town from the Lost Soul Run for his 
 
 grim half-yearly. ' bend,' 
 And because of a curious hobby he had, he was 
 
 known as ' The Stranger's Friend.' 
 
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THE STRANGERIS FRIEND 159 
 
 It is true to the region of adjectives when I say that 
 
 the spree was ' grim,' 
 For to go on the spree was a sacred rite, or a heathen 
 
 rite, to him. 
 To shout for the travellers passing through to the 
 
 land where the lost soul bakes — 
 Till they all seemed devils of different breeds, and his 
 
 pockets were filled with snakes. 
 
 In the joyful mood, in the solemn mood — in his 
 
 cynical stages too — 
 In the maudlin stage, in the fighting stage, in the 
 
 stage when all was blue — 
 From the joyful hour when his spree commenced, 
 
 right through to the awful end. 
 He never lost grip of his ' fixed idee ' that he was the 
 
 Stranger's Friend. 
 
 ' The feller as knows, he can battle around for his 
 
 bloomin' self,' he'd say — 
 ' I don't give a curse for the " blanks " I knoW-send 
 
 the hard-up bloke this way ; 
 'Sead the stranger round, and I'll see him through,' 
 
 and, e'en as the bushman spoke, \ 
 
 The chaps and fellers would tip the wink to a casual, 
 
 ' hard-up bloke.' 
 
160 THE STRANGER'S FRIEND 
 
 And it wasn't only a bushman's ' bluff ' to the fame 
 
 of the Friend they scored, 
 For he'd shout the stranger a suit of clothes, and he'd 
 
 pay for the stranger's board — 
 The worst of it was that he'd skite all night on the 
 
 edge of the stranger's bunk. 
 And never got helplessly drunk himself till he'd got 
 
 the stranger drunk. 
 
 And the chaps and the fellers would speculate — by 
 
 way of a ghastly joke — 
 As to who'd be caught by the 'jim-jams' first— the 
 
 Friend or the hard-up bloke ? 
 And the ' Joker ' would say that there wasn't a doubt 
 
 as to who'd be damned in the end, 
 When the Devil got hold of a hard-up bloke in the 
 
 shape of the Stranger's Friend. 
 
 It mattered not to the Stranger's Friend what the 
 
 rest might say or think, 
 He always held that the hard-up state was due to the 
 
 curse of drink, 
 To the evils of cards, and of company : ' But a young 
 
 cove's built that way, 
 'And I was a bloomin' fool meself when I started out,' 
 
 he'd say. 
 
THE STRANGER'S FRIEND 161 
 
 At the end of the spree, in clean white 'moles,' clean- 
 shaven, and cool as ice, 
 
 He'd give the stranger a ' bob ' or two, and some 
 straight Out Back advice ; 
 
 Then he'd tramp away for the Lost Soul Run, where 
 the hot dust rose like smoke, 
 
 Having done his duty to all mankind, for he'd ' stuck 
 to a hard -up bloke.' 
 
 They'll say 'tis a 'song of a sot,' perhaps, but the 
 
 Song of a Sot is true. 
 I have ' battled ' myself, and you know, you chaps, 
 
 what a man in the bush goes through ; 
 Let us hope when the last of his sprees is past, and 
 
 his cheques and his strength are done. 
 That, amongst the sober and thrifty mates, the 
 
 Stranger's Friend has one. 
 
THE GOD-FORGOTTEN ELECTION 
 
 Pat M'Durmer brought the tidings to the town of 
 God-Forgotten : 
 'There are lively days before ye — commin Parly- 
 mint's dissolved ! ' 
 And the boys were all excited, for the State, of 
 course, was ' rotten,' 
 And, in subsequent elections, God-Forgotten was 
 involved. 
 There was little there to live for save in drinking 
 beer and eating ; 
 But we rose on this occasion ere the news appeared 
 in print, 
 For the boys of God-Forgotten, at a wild, uproarious 
 meeting, 
 Nominated Billy Blazes for the commin Parly- 
 mint. 
 
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THE GOD-FORGOTTEN ELECTION 163 
 
 Other towns had other favourites, but the day before 
 the battle 
 Bushmen flocked to God-Forgotten, and the distant 
 sheds were still ; 
 Sheep were left to go to glory, and neglected mobs of 
 cattle 
 Went a-straying down the river at their sweet 
 bucolic will. 
 William Spouter stood for Freetrade (and his votes 
 were split by Nottin), 
 He had influence behind him and he also had the 
 tin. 
 But across the lonely flatlands came the cry of God- 
 Forgotten, 
 ' Vote for Blazes and Protection, and the land 
 you're living in ! ' 
 
 Pat M'Durmer said, ' Ye schaymers, please to shut 
 yer ugly faces, 
 ' Lend yer dirty ears a momint while I give ye all 
 a hint : 
 ' Keep ye sober till to-morrow and record yer vote for 
 Blazes 
 ' If ye want to send a ringer to the commin Parly- 
 mint. 
 
164 THE GOD-FORGOTTEN ELECTION 
 
 ' As a young and growin' township God-Forgotten's 
 been neglected, 
 ' And, if we'd be ripresinted, now's the moment to 
 begin — 
 ' Have the local towns encouraged, local industries 
 purtecfced : 
 'Vote for Blazes, and Protection, and the land ye're 
 livin' in. 
 
 ' I don't say that William Blazes is a perfect out-an' 
 outer, 
 ' I don't say he have the larnin', for he never had 
 the luck ; 
 ' I don't say he have the logic, or the gift of gab, like 
 Spouter, 
 ' I don't say he have the practice — but I sat he 
 
 HAVE THE PLUCK ! 
 
 ' Now the country's gone to ruin, and the Govern- 
 ments are rotten, 
 ' But he'll save the public credit and purtect the 
 public tin ; 
 ' To the iverlastin' glory of the name of God-Forgotten 
 ' Vote for Blazes and Protection, and the land ye're 
 livin' in ! ' 
 
THE GOD-FOEGOTTEN ELECTION 165 
 
 Pat M'D. went on the war-path, and he worked like 
 salts and senna, 
 For he organised committees full of energy and 
 push ; 
 And those wild committees riding through the whisky- 
 fed Gehenna 
 Routed out astonished voters from their humpies 
 in the bush. 
 Everything on wheels was ' rinted,' and half-sobered 
 drunks were shot in ; 
 Said M'Durmer to the driver, ' If ye want to save 
 yer skin, 
 ' Never stop to wet yer whistles — drive like hell to 
 God-Porgotten, 
 ' Make the villains plump for Blazes, and the land 
 they're livin' in.' 
 
 Half the local long-departed (for the purpose resur- 
 rected) 
 Plumped for Blazes and Protection, and the country 
 where they died ; 
 So he topped the poll by sixty, and when Blazes was 
 elected 
 There was victory and triumph on the God-For- 
 gotten side. 
 
166 THE GOD-FORGOTTEN ELECTION 
 
 Then the boys got up a banquet, and our chairman, 
 Pat M'Durmer, 
 Was next day discovered sleeping in the local 
 baker's bin — 
 All the dough had risen round him, but we heard a 
 smothered murmur, 
 ' Vote for Blazes — and Protection — and the land 
 ye're livin' in.' 
 
 Now the great Sir William Blazes lives in London, 
 'cross the waters. 
 And they say his city mansion is the swellest in 
 West End, 
 But I very often wonder if his toney sons and 
 daughters 
 Ever heard of Billy Blazes who was once the 
 ' people's friend.' 
 Does his biassed memory linger round that wild 
 electioneering 
 When the men of God-Forgotten stuck to him 
 through thick and thin ? 
 Does he ever, in his dreaming, hear the cry above the 
 cheering : 
 'Vote for Blazes and Protection, and the land 
 you're livin' in ? ' 
 
THE GOD-FORGOTTEN ELECTION 167 
 
 Ah, the bush was grand in those days, and the 
 Western boys were daisies, 
 And their scheming and their dodging would outdo 
 the wildest print ; 
 Still my recollection lingers round the time when 
 Billy Blazes 
 Was returned by God-Forgotten to the ' Commin 
 Parlymint ' : 
 Still I keep a sign of canvas — 'twas a mate of mine 
 that made it — 
 And its paint is cracked and powdered, and its 
 threads are bare and thin, 
 Yet upon its grimy surface you can read in letters 
 faded : 
 •Vote for Blazes and Protection, and the Land 
 you're livin' in.' 
 
THE BOSS'S BOOTS 
 
 The shearers squint along the pens, they squint along 
 
 the ' shoots ; ' 
 The shearers squint along the board to catch the 
 
 Boss's boots ; 
 They have no time to straighten up, they have no 
 
 time to stare, 
 But when the Boss is looking on, they like to be 
 
 aware. 
 
 The ' rouser ' has no soul to save. Condemn the rouse- 
 about ! 
 
 And sling 'em in, and rip 'em through, and get the bell- 
 sheep out ; 
 
 And skim it by the tips at times, or take it ■with the 
 roots — 
 
 But 'pink ' 'em, nice and pretty wJien you see the Boss's 
 boots. 
 
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THE BOSS'S BOOTS 169 
 
 The shearing super sprained his foot, as bosses some- 
 times do — 
 
 And wore, until the shed cut out, one ' side-spring ' 
 and one shoe ; 
 
 And though he changed his pants at times — some 
 worn-out and some neat — 
 
 No ' tiger ' there could possibly mistake the Boss's 
 feet. 
 
 The Boss affected larger boots than many Western 
 
 men. 
 And Jim the Ringer swore the shoe wsis half as big 
 
 again ; 
 And tigers might have Jieard the boss ere any harm 
 
 was done — 
 For when he passed it was a sort of dot and carry one. 
 
 But now there comes a picker-up who sprained his 
 
 ankle, too, 
 And limping round the shed he found the Boss's 
 
 cast-off shoe. 
 He went to work, all legs and arms, as green-hand 
 
 rousers will. 
 And never dreamed of Boss's boots — much less of 
 
 Bogan Bill. 
 
170 THE BOSS'S BOOTS 
 
 Ye sons of sin that tramp and shear in hot and dusty 
 
 scrubs, 
 Just keep away from ' Jieadin' 'em,' and keep away from 
 
 pubs, 
 And keep away from handicaps — for so your sugar 
 
 scoots — 
 And you may own a station yet and wear the Boss's 
 
 boots. 
 
 And Bogan by his mate was heard to mutter through 
 his hair ; 
 
 ' The Boss has got a rat to-day : he's buckin' every- 
 where — 
 
 ' He's trainin" for a bike, I think, the way he comes 
 an' scoots, 
 
 ' He's like a bloomin' cat on mud the way he shifts 
 his boots.' 
 
 Now Bogan Bill was shearing rough and chanced to 
 
 cut a teat ; 
 He stuck his leg in front at once, and slewed the ewe 
 
 a bit; 
 He hurried up to get her through, when, close beside 
 
 his shoot. 
 He saw a large and ancient shoe, in mateship with a 
 
 boot. 
 
THE BOSS'S BOOTS 171 
 
 He thought that he'd be fined all right— he couldn't 
 
 turn the ' yoe ;' 
 The more he wished the boss away, the more he 
 
 wouldn't go ; 
 And Began swore amenfuUy — -beneath his breath he 
 
 swore — 
 And he was never known to ' pink ' so prettily 
 
 before. 
 
 And Began through his bristling scalp in his mind's 
 
 eye could trace, 
 The cold, sarcastic smile that lurked about the Boss's 
 
 face ; 
 He cursed him with a silent curse in language known 
 
 to few, 
 He cursed him from his boot right up, and then down 
 
 to his shoe. 
 
 But while he shore so mighty clean, and while he 
 
 screened the teat, 
 He fancied there was something wrong about the 
 
 Boss's feet : 
 The boot grew unfamiliar, and the odd shoe seemed 
 
 awry. 
 And slowly up the trouser went the tail of Bogan's eye. 
 
172 THE BOSS'S BOOTS 
 
 Then swiftly to the features from a plaited green-hide 
 
 belt- 
 You'd have to ring a shed or two to feel as Bogan 
 
 felt— 
 For 'twas his green-hand picker-up (who wore a 
 
 vacant look), 
 And Bogan saw the Boss outside consulting with his 
 
 cook. 
 
 And Bogan Bill was hurt and mad to see that rouse- 
 about ; 
 
 And Bogan laid his ' Wolseley ' down and knocked 
 that rouser out ; 
 
 lie knocked him right across the board, he tumbled 
 through the shoot — 
 
 ' I'll learn the fool,' said Bogan Bill, ' to flash the 
 Boss's boot ! ' 
 
 The rouser squints along the pens, he squints along 
 the shoots. 
 
 And gives his men the office when they miss the 
 Boss's boots. 
 
 They have no time to straighten up, they're too well- 
 bred to stare, 
 
 But when the Boss is looking on they like to be 
 aware. 
 
THE BOSS'S BOOTS 173 
 
 The rouser has no soul to lose — it^s blarst the rouseabout ! 
 
 And rip 'em through and yell for * tar ' and get the bell- 
 sheep outf 
 
 And take it with the scum at tim^s or take it with the 
 roots, — 
 
 But ^ pink* ^em nice and pretty when you see the Bosses 
 boots. 
 
 •Bouseabout* and *picker-up' are interchangeable terms in above 
 rhjones, as also 'boss ' and ' super '; the shed-name for the latter is ' Boss- 
 over-the-board.' The shearer is paid by the hundred, the rouser by the 
 week. ' Pink 'em pretty ' : to shear clean to the skin. * Bell-sheep ' : 
 shearers are not supposed to take another sheep out of pen when 
 ' Smoke-ho,' breakfast or dinner bell goes, but some time themselves to 
 get so many sheep out, and oiie as the bell goes^ which makes more work 
 for the rouser and entrenches on his * smoke-ho,' as he must leave his 
 ' board ' clean. Shearers are seldom or never fined now. 
 
THE CAPTAIN OF THE PUSH 
 
 As the night was f alliug slowly down on city, town 
 
 and bush, 
 From a slum in Jones' Alley sloped the Captain of 
 
 the Push ; 
 And he scowled towards the North, and he scowled 
 
 towards the South, 
 As he hooked his little finger in the corners of his 
 
 mouth. 
 Then his whistle, loud and shrill, woke the echoes of 
 
 the ' Rocks,' 
 And a dozen ghouls came sloping round the corners 
 
 of the blocks. 
 
 There was nought to rouse their anger ; yet the oath 
 
 that each one swore 
 Seemed less fit for publication than the one that went 
 
 before. 
 
 174 
 
THE CAPTAIN OF THE PUSH 175 
 
 For they spoke the gutter language with the easy flow 
 
 that comes 
 Only to the men whose childhood knew the brothels 
 
 and the slums. 
 Then they spat in turns, and halted ; and the one 
 
 that came behind, 
 Spitting fiercely on the pavement, called on Heaven 
 
 to strike him blind. 
 
 Let us first describe the captain, bottle-shouldered, 
 
 pale and thin, 
 For he was the beau-ideal of a Sydney larrikin ; 
 E'en his hat was most suggestive of the city where we 
 
 live. 
 With a gallows-tilt that no one, save a larrikin, can 
 
 give; 
 And the coat, a little shorter than the writer would 
 
 desire, 
 Showed a more or less uncertain portion of his strange 
 
 attire. 
 
 That which tailors know as ' trousers ' — known by 
 
 him as ' bloomin' bags ' — 
 Hanging loosely from his person, swept, with tattered 
 
 eiids, the flags ; 
 
176 THE CAPTAIN OF THE PUSH 
 
 And he had a pointed sternpost to the boots that 
 
 peeped below 
 (Which he laced up from the centre of the nail of his 
 
 great toe), 
 And he wore his shirt uncoUar'd, and the tie 
 
 correctly wrong ; 
 But I think his vest was shorter than should be in 
 
 one so long. 
 
 And the captain crooked his finger at a stranger on 
 
 the kerb, 
 Whom he qualified politely with an adjective and verb. 
 And he begged the Gory Bleeders that they wouldn t 
 
 interrupt 
 Till he gave an introduction — it was painfuUy 
 
 abrupt — 
 ' Here's the bleedin' push, me covey — here's a 
 
 (something) from the bush ! 
 ' Strike me dead, he wants to join us ! ' said the 
 
 captain of the push. 
 
 Said the stranger : ' I am nothing but a bushy and 
 
 a dunce ; 
 ' But I read about the Bleeders in the Weekly 
 
 Gasbag once : 
 
THE CAPTAIN OF THE PUSH 177 
 
 ' Sitting lonely in the humpy when the wind began to 
 
 " whoosh," 
 ' How I longed to share the dangers and the pleasures 
 
 of the push ! 
 ' Gosh ! I hate the swells and good 'uns — I could 
 
 burn 'em in their beds ; 
 'I am with you, if you'll have me, and I'll break 
 
 their blazing heads.' 
 
 ' Now, look here,' exclaimed the captain to the 
 
 stranger from the bush, 
 ' Now, look here— suppose a feller was to split upon 
 
 the push, 
 ' Would you lay for him and fetch him, even if the 
 
 traps were round 1 
 ' Would you lay him out and kick him to a jelly on 
 
 the ground 'i 
 ' Would you jump upon the nameless — kill, or cripple 
 
 him, or both 1 
 ' Speak ? or else I'll — speak !' The stranger answered, 
 
 ' My kerlonial oath ! ' 
 
 ' Now, look here,' exclamed the captain to the stranger 
 
 from the bush, 
 ' Now, look here — suppose the Bleeders let you come 
 
 and join the push, 
 
178 THE CAPTAIN OF THE PUSH 
 
 ' Would you smash a bleedin' bobby if you got the 
 
 blank alone 1 
 ' Would you break a swell or Ohinkie — split his garret 
 
 with a stone 1 
 ' Would you have a " moll " to keep yer — like to 
 
 swear off work for good 1 ' 
 ' Yes, my oath ! ' replied the stranger. ' My kerlonial 
 
 oath ! I would ! ' 
 
 ' Now, look here,' exclaimed the captain to that 
 
 stranger from the bush, 
 'Now, look here — before the Bleeders let yer come 
 
 and join the push, 
 'You must prove that you're a blazer — you must 
 
 prove that you have grit 
 ' Worthy of a Gory Bleeder — you must show your 
 
 form a bit — 
 ' Take a rook and smash that winder 1 ' and the 
 
 stranger, nothing loth. 
 Took the rock and— smash! They only muttered 
 
 ' My kerlonial oath ! ' 
 
 So they swore him in, and found him sure of aim 
 
 and light of heel. 
 And his only fault, if any, lay in his excessive zeal ; 
 
THE CAPTAIN OF THE PUSH 179 
 
 He was good at throwing metal, but we chronicle with 
 
 pain 
 That he jumped upon a victim, damaging the watch 
 
 and chain, 
 Ere the Bleeders had secured them ; yet the captain 
 
 of the push 
 Swore a dozen oaths in favour of the stranger from 
 
 the bush. 
 
 Late next morn the captain, rising, hoarse and thirsty 
 
 from his lair, 
 Called the newly-feather'd Bleeder, but the stranger 
 
 wasn't there ! 
 Quickly going through the pockets of his ' bloomin' 
 
 bags,' he learned 
 That the stranger had been through him for the stuff 
 
 his ' moll ' had earned ; 
 And the language that he muttered I should 
 
 scarcely like to tell 
 (Stars ! and notes of exclamation ! ! blank and dash 
 
 will do as well). 
 
 In the night the captain's signal woke the echoes of 
 
 the ' Rocks,' 
 Brought the Gory Bleeders sloping thro' the shadows 
 
 of the blocks ; 
 
180 THE CAPTAIN OF THE PUSH 
 
 And they swore the stranger's action was a blood- 
 escaping shame, 
 
 While they waited for the nameless, but the name- 
 less never came. 
 
 And the Bleeders soon forgot him ; but the captain .of 
 the push 
 
 Still is ' laying ' round, in ballast, for the nameless 
 ' from the bush.' 
 
BILLY'S 'SQUARE AFFAIR' 
 
 Long Bill, the captain of the push, was tired of his 
 
 estate, 
 And wished to change his life and win the love of 
 
 something 'straight'; 
 Twas rumour'd that the Gory B.'s had heard Long 
 
 Bill declare 
 That he would turn respectable and wed a ' square 
 
 affair.' 
 
 He craved the kiss of innocence ; his spirit longed to 
 
 rise ; 
 The ' Crimson Streak,' his faithful ' piece,' grew 
 
 hateful in his eyes ; 
 (And though, in her entirety, the Crimson Streak 
 
 ' was there,' 
 I grieve to state the Crimson Streak was not a 
 
 ' square affair.') 
 
182 BILLY'S 'SQUARE AFFAIR' 
 
 He wanted clothes, a masher suit, he wanted boots 
 
 and hat ; 
 His girl had earned a quid or two — he wouldn't part 
 
 with that ; 
 And so he went to Brickfield Hill, and from a draper 
 
 there 
 He 'shook' the proper kind of togs to fetch a 'square 
 
 affair.' 
 
 Long Bill went to the barber's shop and had a shave 
 
 and singe. 
 And from his narrow forehead combed his darling 
 
 Mabel fringe ; 
 Long Bill put on a ' square cut ' and he brushed his 
 
 boots with care. 
 And roved about the Gardens till he mashed a 'square 
 
 affair.' 
 
 She was a tony servant-girl from somewhere on ' the 
 
 Shore ; ' 
 She dressed in style that suited Bill — he could not 
 
 wish for more. 
 While in her guileless presence he had ceased to chew 
 
 or swear, 
 He knew the kind of barrack that can fetch a square 
 
 affair. 
 
BILLY'S 'SQUARE AFFAIR' 183 
 
 To thus desert his donah old was risky and a sin, 
 And 'twould have served him right if she had caved 
 
 his garret in. 
 The Gory Bleeders thought it too, and warned him 
 
 to take care 
 In case the Crimson Stffeik got scent of Billy's square 
 
 affair. 
 
 He took her to the stalls ; 'twas dear, but Billy said 
 
 ' Wot odds ! ' 
 He couldn't take his square affair amongst the crimson 
 
 gods. 
 They wandered in the park at night, and hugged 
 
 each other there — 
 But, ah ! the Crimson Streak got wind of Billy's 
 
 square affair ! 
 
 ■ The blank and space and stars ! ' she yelled ; ' the 
 
 nameless crimson dash ! 
 ' I'll smash the blanky crimson and his square affair, 
 
 I'll smash '— 
 In short, she drank and raved and shrieked and tore 
 
 her crimson hair. 
 And swore to murder Billy and to pound his square 
 
 affair. 
 
184 BILLY'S 'SQUARE AFFAIR' 
 
 And so one summer evening, as the day was growing 
 
 dim, 
 She watched her bloke go out, and foxed his square 
 
 affair and him. 
 That night the park was startled by the shrieks that 
 
 rent the air — 
 The 'Streak' had gone for Billy and for Billy's square 
 
 affair. 
 
 The ' gory ' push had foxed the Streak, they foxed 
 
 her to the park. 
 And they, of course, were close at hand to see the 
 
 bleedin' lark ; 
 A cop arrived in time to hear a ' gory B.' declare 
 ' Gor blar-me ! here's the Red Streak foul of Billy's 
 
 square affair.' 
 
 Now Billy scowls about the Rocks, his manly beauty 
 
 marr'd, 
 And BUly's girl, upon her 'ed, is doin' six months 
 
 'ard; 
 Bill's swivel eye is in a sling, his heart is in despair, 
 And in the Sydney 'Orspital lies Billy's square affair. 
 
A DERRY ON A COVE 
 
 'TwAS in the felon's dock he stood, his eyes were black 
 
 and blue ; 
 His voice with grief was broken, and his nose was 
 
 broken, too ; 
 He muttered, as that broken nose he wiped upon his 
 
 cap — 
 ' It's orful when the p'leece has got a derry on a 
 
 chap. 
 
 ' I am a honest workin' cove, as any bloke can see, 
 ' It's just because the p'leece has got a derry, sir, on 
 
 me ; 
 ' Oh, yes, the legal gents can grin, I say it ain't no 
 
 joke— 
 ■ It's cruel when the p'leece has got a derry on a 
 
 bloke.' 
 
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186 A DERRY ON A COVE 
 
 ' Why doa'fc you go to work 1 ' he said (he muttered, 
 
 ' Why don't you?'). 
 ' Yer honer knows as well as me there ain't no work 
 
 to do. 
 ' And when I try to find a job I'm shaddered by a 
 
 trap — 
 ' It's awful when the p'leece has got a derry on a 
 
 chap.' 
 
 I sigh'd and shed a tearlet for that noble nature 
 
 marred, 
 But, ah ! the Bench was rough on him, and gave him 
 
 six months' hard. 
 He only said, ' Beyond the grave you'll cop it hot, by 
 
 Jove ! 
 •There ain't no angel p'leece to get a derry on a 
 
 cove.' 
 
RISE YE! RISE YE! 
 
 Rise ye ! rise ye ! noble toilers ! claim your rights 
 
 with fire and steel ! 
 Rise ye ! for the cursed tyrants crush ye with the 
 
 hiron 'eel ! 
 They would treat ye worse than sl-a-a-ves ! they 
 
 would treat ye worse than brutes ! 
 Rise and crush the selfish tyrants ! ku-r-rush them 
 with your hob-nailed boots ! 
 
 Rise ye ! rise ye ! glorious toilers ! 
 Rise ye ! rise ye ! noble toilers ! 
 Erwake ! er-rise ! 
 
 Rise ye ! rise ye ! noble toilers ! tyrants come across 
 
 the waves ! 
 Will ye yield the Rights of Labour 1 will ye ? will ye 
 
 still be sl-a-a-ves ? ! ! ! 
 
 187 
 
188 RISE YE ! RISE YE ! 
 
 Rise ye ! rise ye ! mighty toilers ! and revoke the 
 
 rotten laws ! 
 Lo ! your wives go out a-washing while ye battle for 
 the caws ! 
 
 Rise ye ! rise ye ! glorious toilers ! 
 Rise ye ! rise ye ! noble toilers ! 
 Erwake ! er-rise ! 
 
 Our gerlorious dawn is breaking ! Lo ! the tyrant 
 
 trembles now ! 
 He will sta-a-rve us here no longer ! toilers will not 
 
 bend or bow ! 
 Rise ye ! rise ye ! noble toilers ! rise ! behold, revenge 
 
 is near j 
 See the leaders of the people ! come an' 'ave a pint o' 
 beer ! 
 
 Rise ye ! rise ye ! noble toilers ! 
 Rise ye ! rise ye ! glorious toilers ! 
 Erwake ! er-rise ! 
 
 Lo ! the poor are starved, my brothers ! lo ! our 
 
 wives and children weep ! 
 Lo ! our women toil to keep us while the toilers are 
 
 asleep ! 
 
RISE YB 1 RISE YE ! 189 
 
 Rise ye ! rise ye ! noble toilers ! rise and break the 
 
 tyrant's chain ! 
 March ye ! march ye ! mighty toilers ! even to the 
 battle plain ! 
 
 Rise ye ! rise ye ! noble toilers ! 
 Rise ye ! rise ye ! noble toilers ! 
 Erwake ! er-r-rise ! 
 
THE BALLAD OF MABEL CLARE 
 
 Ye children of the Land of Gold, 
 
 I sing a song to you, 
 And if the jokes are somewhat old, 
 
 The main idea 's new. 
 So be it sung, by hut and tent, 
 
 Where tall the native grows ; 
 And understand, the song is meant 
 
 For singing through the nose. 
 
 There dwelt a hard old cockatoo 
 
 On western hills far out. 
 Where everything is green and blue, 
 
 Except, of course, in drought ; 
 A crimson Anarchist was he — 
 
 Held other men in scorn — 
 Yet preached that ev'ry man was free. 
 
 And also ' ekal born.' 
 
THE BALLAD OF MABEL CLARE 191 
 
 He lived in his ancestral hufc — 
 
 His missus wasn't there — 
 And there was no one with him but 
 
 His daughter, Mabel Clare. 
 Her eyes and hair were like the sun ; 
 
 Her foot was like a mat ; 
 Her cheeks a trifle overdone ; 
 
 She was a democrat. 
 
 A manly independence, born 
 
 Among the trees, she had. 
 She treated womankind with scorn, 
 
 And often cursed her dad. 
 She hated swells and shining lights, 
 
 For she had seen a few, 
 And she believed in ' women's rights ' 
 
 (She mostly got 'em, too). 
 
 A stranger at the neighb'ring run 
 
 Sojourned, the squatter's guest. 
 He was unknown to anyone, 
 
 But like a swell was dress'd ; 
 He had an eyeglass to his eye, 
 
 A collar to his ears. 
 His feet were made to tread the sky, 
 
 His mouth was formed for sneers. 
 
192 THE BAFXAD OF MABEL CLARE 
 
 He wore the latest toggery, 
 
 The loudest thing in ties — 
 'Twas generally reckoned he 
 
 Was something in disguise. 
 But who he was, or whence he came, 
 
 Was long unknown, except 
 Unto the squatter, who the name 
 
 And noble secret kept. 
 
 And strolling in the noontide heat. 
 
 Beneath the blinding glare. 
 This noble stranger chanced to meet 
 
 The radiant Mabel Clare. 
 She saw at once he was a swell — 
 
 According to her lights — 
 But, ah ! 'tis very sad to tell, 
 
 She met him oft of nights. 
 
 And, strolling through a moonlit gorge, 
 
 ' She chatted all the while 
 Of Ingersoll, and Henry George, 
 
 And Bradlaugh and Carlyle : 
 In short, he learned to love the girl, 
 
 And things went on like this, 
 Until he said he was an Earl, 
 
 And asked her to be his. 
 
THE BALLAD OF MABEL CLAEB 193 
 
 ' Oh, say no more, Lord Kawlinee, 
 
 ' Oh, say no more ! ' she said ; 
 ' Oh, "say no more, Lord Kawlinee, 
 
 ' I wish that I was dead : 
 ' My head is in a hawf ul whirl, 
 
 ' The truth I dare not tell — 
 ' I am a democratic girl, 
 
 ' And cannot wed a swell ! ' ♦ 
 
 ' Oh love ! ' he cried, ' but you forget 
 
 ' That you are most unjust ; 
 ' 'Twas not my fault that I was set 
 
 ' Within the upper crust. 
 ' Heed not the yarns the poets tell — 
 
 ' Oh, darling, do not doubt 
 ' A simple lord can love as well 
 
 ' As any rouseabout ! 
 
 ' For you I'll give my fortune up — 
 
 ' I'd go to work for you ! 
 ' I'll put the money in the cup 
 
 • And drop the title, too. 
 ' Oh, fly with me ! Oh, fly with me 
 
 ' Across the mountains blue ! 
 ' Hoh, fly with me ! Hoh, fly with me 1 ' 
 
 That very night she flew. 
 
194 THE BALLAD OF MABEL CLARE 
 
 They took the train and journeyed down- 
 Across the range they sped — 
 
 Until they came to Sydney town, 
 Where shortly they were wed. 
 
 And still upon the western wild 
 Admiring teamsters tell 
 
 How Mabel's father cursed his chUd 
 Fbr clearing with a swell. 
 
 ' What ails my bird this bridal night,' 
 
 Exclaimed Lord Kawlinee ; 
 ' What ails my own this bridal night — 
 
 ' O love, confide in me !' 
 ' Oh now,' she said, ' that I am yaws 
 
 ' You'll let me weep — I must — 
 ' I did desert the people's cause 
 
 'To join the upper crust.' 
 
 O proudly smiled his lordship then — 
 
 His chimney-pot he floor'd — 
 ' Look up, my love, and smile again, 
 
 ' For I am not a lord ! ' 
 His eye-glass from his eye he tore, 
 
 The dickey from his breast. 
 And turned and stood liis bride before 
 
 A rouseabout — confess'd ! 
 
THE BALLAD OB" MABEL CLARE 195 
 
 ' Unknown I've loved you long,' he said, 
 
 ' And I have loved you true — 
 ' A-shearing in your guv'ner's shed 
 
 ' I learned to worship you. 
 ' I do not care for place or pelf, 
 
 ' For now, my love, I'm sure 
 That you will love me for myself 
 
 ' And not because I'm poor. 
 
 ' To prove your love I spent my cheque 
 
 ' To buy this swell rig-out ; 
 ' So fling your arms about my neck 
 
 ' For I'm a rouseabout ! ' 
 At first she gave a startled cry, 
 
 Then, safe from care's alarms, 
 She sigh'd a soul-subduing sigh 
 
 And sank into his arms. 
 
 He pawned the togs, and home he took 
 
 His bride in all her charms ; 
 The proud old cockatoo received 
 
 The pair with open arms. 
 And long they lived, the faithful bride. 
 
 The noble rouseabout — 
 And if she wasn't satisfied 
 
 She never let it out. 
 
CONSTABLE M'CARTY'S INVESTIGATIONS 
 
 Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower 
 orders 
 Stood a ' terrace ' in the city when the current year 
 began, 
 And a notice indicated there were vacancies for 
 boarders 
 In the middle house, and lodgings for a single 
 gentleman. 
 Now, a singular observer could have seen but few 
 attractions 
 Whether in the house, or ' missus, or the notice, 
 or the street. 
 But at last there came a lodger whose appearances 
 and actions 
 Puzzled Constable M'Carty, the policeman on the 
 beat. 
 
 196 
 
CONSTABLE M'GARTY'S INVESTIGATIONS 197 
 
 He (the single gent) was wasted almost to emaciation, 
 And his features were the palest that M'Carty ever 
 saw, 
 And these indications, pointing to a past of dissipa- 
 tion, 
 Greatly strengthened the suspicions of the agent of 
 the law. 
 He (the lodger — hang the pronoun!) seemed to like 
 the stormy weather. 
 When the elements in battle kept it up a little 
 late; 
 Yet he'd wander in the moonlight when the stars 
 were close together, 
 Taking ghostly consolation in a visionary state. 
 
 He would walk the streets at midnight, when the 
 storm-king raised his banner. 
 Walk without his old umbrella, — wave his arms 
 above his head : 
 Or he'd fold them tight, and mutter, in a wild, 
 disjointed manner. 
 While the town was wrapped in slumber and he 
 should have been in bed. 
 
198 CONSTABLE M'OARTY'S INVESTIGATIONS 
 
 Said the constable-on-duty: 'Shure, Oi wonther phwat 
 his trade is 1 ' 
 And the constable would watch him from the 
 shadow of a wall, 
 But he never picked a pocket, and he ne'er accosted 
 ladies, 
 And the constable was puzzled what to make of 
 him at all. 
 
 Now, M'Carty had arrested more than one notorious 
 dodger. 
 He had heard of men afflicted with the strangest 
 kind of fads, 
 But he couldn't fix the station or the business of the 
 lodger. 
 Who at times would chum with cadgers, and at 
 other times with cads. 
 And the constable would often stand and wonder how 
 the gory 
 Sheol the stranger got his living, for he loafed the 
 time away 
 A.nd he often sought a hillock when the suu went 
 down in glory, 
 Just as if he was a mourner at the burial of the 
 day. 
 
CONSTABLE M'CARTY'S INVESTIGATIONS 199 
 
 Mac. had noticed that the lodger did a mighty lot of 
 smoking, 
 And could ' stow away a long 'un,' never winking, 
 so he could ; 
 And M'Carty once, at midnight, came upon the lodger 
 poking 
 Round about suspicious alleys where the common 
 houses stood. 
 Yet the constable had seen him in a class above 
 suspicion — 
 Seen him welcomed with effusion by a dozen 
 ' toney gents ' — 
 Seen him driving in the buggy of a rising politician 
 Thro' the gateway of the member's toney private 
 residence. 
 
 And the constable, oflf duty, had observed the lodger 
 slipping 
 Down a lane to where the river opened on the 
 ocean wide, 
 Where he'd stand for hours gazing at the distant 
 anchor'd shipping, 
 But he never took his coat off, so it wasn't 
 suicide. 
 
200 CONSTABLE M'CARTY'S INVESTIGATIONS 
 
 For the constable had noticed that a man who's filled 
 with loathing 
 For his selfish fellow -creatures and the evil things 
 that be, 
 Will, for some mysterious reason, shed a portion of 
 his clothing. 
 Ere he takes his first and final plunge into eternity. 
 
 And M'Carty, once at midnight— be it said to his 
 abasement — 
 Left his beat and climbed a railing of considerable 
 height, 
 Just to watch the lodger's shadow on the curtain of 
 his casement 
 While the little room was lighted in the listening 
 hours of night. 
 Now, at first the shadow hinted that the substance 
 sat inditing ; 
 Now it indicated toothache, or the headache ; 
 and again, 
 'Twould exaggerate the gestures of a dipsomaniac 
 fighting 
 Those original conceptions of a whisky-sodden 
 biain. 
 
CONSTABLE M'CARTY'S INVESTIGATIONS 201 
 
 Then the constable, retreating, scratched his head and 
 muttered ' Sorra 
 ' Wan of me can undershtand it. But Oi'U keep 
 me Oi on him, 
 ' Divil take him and his tantrums ; he's a lunatic, 
 begorra ! 
 ' Or, if he was up to mischief, he'd be sure to douse 
 the glim.' 
 But M'Carty wasn't easy, for he had a vague suspicion 
 That a ' skame ' was being plotted; and he thought 
 the matter down 
 Till his mind was pretty certain that the business was 
 sedition, 
 And the man, in league with others, sought to 
 overthrow the Crown. 
 
 But, in spite of observation, Mac received no infor- 
 mation 
 And was forced to stay inactive, being puzzled for 
 a charge. 
 That the lodger was a madman seemed the only 
 explanation, 
 Tho' the house would scarcely harbour such a 
 lunatic at large. 
 
202 CONSTABLE M'CAETY'S INVESTIGATIONS 
 
 His appearance failed to warrant apprehension as a 
 vagrant, 
 Tho' 'twas getting very shabby, as the constable 
 could see ; 
 But M'Carty in the meantime hoped to catch him in 
 a flagrant 
 Breach of peace, or the intention to commit a 
 felony. 
 
 (For digression there is leisure, and it is the writer's 
 pleasure 
 Just to pause a while and ponder on a painful legal 
 fact, 
 Being forced to say in sorrow, and a line of doubtful 
 measure, 
 That there's nothing so elastic as the cruel Vagrant 
 Act) 
 Now, M'Carty knew his duty, and was brave as any 
 lion, 
 But he dreaded being ' landed ' in an influential bog — 
 As the chances were he would be if the man he had 
 his eye on 
 Was a person of importance who was travelling 
 incog. 
 
CONSTABLE M'CAETyS INVESTIGATIONS 203 
 
 Want of sleep and over-worry seemed to tell upon 
 M'Carty : 
 He was thirsty more than ever, but his appetite 
 resigned ; 
 He was previously reckoned as a jolly chap and 
 hearty, 
 But the mystery was lying like a mountain on his 
 mind. 
 Tho' he tried his best, he couldn't get a hold upon 
 the lodger. 
 For the latter's antecedents weren't known to the 
 police — 
 They considered that the ' devil ' was a dark and 
 artful dodger 
 Who was scheming under cover for the downfall 
 of the peace. 
 
 'Twas a simple explanation, though M'Carty didn't 
 know it. 
 Which with half his penetration he might easily 
 have seen, 
 For the object of his dangerous suspicions was a poet, 
 Who was not so widely famous as he thought lie should 
 have been. 
 
204 CONSTABLE M'CARTY'S INVESTIGATIOKS 
 
 And the constable grew thinner, till one morning, 
 ' little dhramin' 
 ' A.V the sword of revelation that was leapin' from 
 its sheath,' 
 He alighted on some verses in the columns of the 
 Fkayman, 
 ' Wid the christian name an surname av the lodger 
 ondemeath !' 
 
 Now, M'Carty and the poet are as brother is to 
 brother, 
 Or, at least, as brothers should be ; and they very 
 often meet 
 On the lonely block at midnight, and they wink at 
 one another — 
 Disappearing down the by-way of a shanty in the 
 street. 
 And the poet's name you're asking 1 — well, the ground 
 is very tender. 
 You must wait until the public put the gilt upon 
 the name. 
 Till a glorious, sorrow-drowning, and, perhaps, a final 
 ' bender,' 
 Heralds his triumphant entrance to the thunder- 
 halls of Fame. 
 
AT THE TUG-OF-WAR 
 
 'TwAS in a tug-of-war where I — the guvnor's hope and 
 
 pride — 
 Stepped proudly on the platform as the ringer on my 
 
 side ; 
 Old dad was in his glory there — it gave the old man 
 
 ^ joy 
 To fight a passage through the crowd and barrack for 
 
 his boy. 
 
 A friend came up and said to me, ' Put out your 
 
 muscles, John, 
 ' And pull them to eternity — your guvnor's looking 
 
 on.' 
 1 paused before I grasped the rope, and glanced 
 
 around the place, 
 And, foremost in the waiting crowd, I saw the old 
 
 man's face. 
 
 205 
 
206 AT THE TUG-OF-WAR 
 
 My mates were strong and plucky chaps, but very 
 
 soon I knew 
 That our opponents had the weight and strength to 
 
 pull them through ; 
 The boys were losing surely and defeat was very near, 
 When, high above the mighty roar, I heard the old 
 
 man cheer ! 
 
 I felt my muscles swelling when the old man cheer'd 
 
 for me, 
 I felt as though I'd burst my heart, or gain the 
 
 victory ! 
 I shouted, ' Now ! Together !' and a steady strain 
 
 replied, 
 And, with a mighty heave, I helped to beat the other 
 
 side ! 
 
 Oh ! how the old man shouted in his wild, excited joy ! 
 I thought he'd burst his boiler then, a-cheering for 
 
 his boy ; 
 The chaps, oh ! how they cheered me, while the girls 
 
 all smiled so kind. 
 They praised me, little dreaming, how the old man 
 
 pulled behind. 
 
AT THE TDG-OF-WAR 207 
 
 He barracFs for his boy no more — his grave is old 
 
 and green, 
 And sons have grown up round me since he vanished 
 
 from the scene ; 
 But, when the cause is worthy where I fight for 
 
 victory. 
 In fancy still I often hear the old man cheer for me. 
 
HERE'S LUCK ! 
 
 Old Time is tramping close to-day — you hear his 
 
 bluchers fall, 
 A mighty change is on the way, an' God protect us 
 
 all; 
 Some dust'll fly from beery coats — at least it's been 
 
 declared. 
 I'm glad that wimin has the votes — but just a trifle 
 
 scared. 
 
 I'm just a trifle scared — For why ? The wimin mean 
 
 to rule ; 
 It makes me feel like days, gone by when I was caned 
 
 at school. 
 The days of men is nearly dead — of double moons 
 
 and stars — 
 They'll soon put out our pipes, 'tis said, an' close the 
 
 public bars. 
 
HERE'S LUCK ! 209 
 
 No more we'll take a glass of ale whenipushed with 
 
 care an' strife, 
 An' chuckle home with that old tale we used to tell 
 
 the wife. 
 We'll laugh an' joke an' sing no more with jolly beery 
 
 chums, 
 An' shout 'Here's luck !' while waitin' for the luck 
 
 that never comes. 
 
 Did we prohibit swillin' tea clean out of common- 
 sense 
 
 Or legislate on gossipin' across a backyard fence 1 
 
 Did we prohibit bustles — or the hoops when they was 
 here ? 
 
 The wimin never think of this — they want to stop 
 our beer. 
 
 The track o' life is dry enough, an' crossed with many 
 
 a rut, 
 But, oh ! we'll find it long an' rough when all the 
 
 pubs is shut ; 
 When all the pubs is shut, an' gone the doors we 
 
 used to seek, 
 An' we go toilin', thirstin' on through Sundays all the 
 
 week. 
 
210 HERE'S LUCK ! 
 
 For since the days when pubs was ' inns ' — in years 
 
 gone past 'n' far — 
 Poor sinful souls have drowned their sins an' sorrers 
 
 at the bar ; 
 An' though at times it led to crimes, an' debt, and 
 
 such complaints — 
 I scarce dare think about the time when all mankind 
 
 is saints. 
 
 'Twould make the bones of Bacchus leap an' break 
 
 his coffin lid ; 
 And Burns's ghost would wail an' weep as Bobby 
 
 never did. 
 But let the preachers preach in style, an' rave and 
 
 rant — 'n' buck, 
 I rather guess they'll hear awhile the old war-cry : 
 
 'Here's Luck !' 
 
 The world might wobble round the sun, an' all the 
 
 banks go bung. 
 But pipes'll smoke an' liquor run while Auld Lang 
 
 Syne is sung. 
 While men are driven through the miU, an' flinty 
 
 times is struck, 
 They'll find a private entrance still ! 
 
 Here's Luck, old man — Here's Luck ! 
 
THE MEN WHO COME BEHIND 
 
 There's a class of men (and women) who are always 
 
 on their guard — 
 Cunning, treacherous, suspicious — feeling softly — 
 
 grasping hard- 
 Brainy, yet without the courage to forsake the 
 
 beaten track — 
 Cautiously they feel their way behind a bolder spirit's 
 
 back. 
 
 If you save a bit of money, and you start a little 
 
 store — 
 Say, an oyster-shop, for instance, where there wasn't 
 
 one before — 
 When the shop begins to pay you, and the rent is ofi 
 
 your mind. 
 You will see another started by a chap that comes 
 
 behind. 
 
 2H 
 
212 ■ THE MEN WHO COME BEHIND 
 
 So it is, and so it might have been, my friend, with 
 
 me and you — 
 When a friend of both and neither interferes between 
 
 the two ; 
 They will fight like fiends, forgetting in their passion 
 
 mad and blind, 
 That the row is mostly started by the folk who come 
 
 behind. 
 
 They will stick to you like sin will, while your 
 
 money comes and goes, 
 But they'll leave you when you haven't got a shilling 
 
 in your clothes. 
 You may get some help above you, but you'll nearly 
 
 always find 
 That you cannot get assistance from the men who 
 
 come behind. 
 
 There are many, far too many, in the world of prose 
 
 and rhyme, 
 Always looking for another's ' footsteps on the sands 
 
 of time.' 
 Journalistic imitators are the meanest of mankind ; 
 And the grandest themes are hackneyed by the pens 
 
 that come behind. 
 
THE MEN WHO COME BEHIND 213 
 
 If you strike a novel subject, write it up, and do not fail. 
 
 They will rhyme and prose about it till your very own 
 is stale, 
 
 As they raved about the region that the wattle- 
 boughs perfume 
 
 Till the reader cursed the bushman and the stink of 
 wattle-bloom. 
 
 They will follow in your footsteps while you're 
 
 groping for the light ; 
 But they'll run to get before you when they see you're 
 
 going right ; 
 And they'll trip you up and baulk you in their blind 
 
 and greedy heat. 
 Like a stupid pup that hasn't learned to trail behind 
 
 your feet. 
 
 Take your loads of sin and sorrow on more energetic 
 
 backs ! 
 Go and strike across the country where there are not 
 
 any tracks ! 
 And — we fancy that the subject could be further 
 
 treated here. 
 But we'll leave it to be hackneyed by the fellows in 
 
 the rear. 
 
THE DAYS WHEN WE WENT SWIMMING 
 
 The breezes waved the silver grass, 
 
 Waist-high along the siding, 
 And to the creek we ne'er could pass 
 
 Three boys on bare-back riding ; 
 Beneath the sheoaks in the bend 
 
 The waterhole was brimming — 
 Do you remember yet, old friend, 
 
 The times we ' went in swimming ? ' 
 
 The days we ' played the wag ' from school — 
 
 Joys shared — and paid for singly — 
 The air was hot, the water cool — 
 
 And naked boys are kingly ! 
 With mud for soap the sun to dry — 
 
 A well planned lie to stay us, 
 And dust well rubbed on neck and face 
 
 Lest cleanliness betray us. 
 
 214 
 
THE DAYS WHEN WE WENT SWIMMING 215 
 
 And you'll remember farmer Kutz — 
 
 Though scarcely for his bounty — 
 He leased a forty-acre block, 
 
 And thought he owned the county ; 
 A farmer of the old world school, 
 
 That men grew hard and grim in. 
 He drew his water from the pool 
 
 That we preferred to swim in. 
 
 And do you mind when down the creek 
 
 His angry way he wended, 
 A green-hide cartwhip in his hand 
 
 For our young backs intended ? 
 Three naked boys upon the sand — 
 
 Half buried and half sunning — 
 Three startled boys without their clothes 
 
 Across the paddocks running. 
 
 We've had some scares, but we looked blank 
 
 When, resting there and chumming, 
 One glanced by chance along the bank 
 
 And saw the farmer coming ! 
 And home impressions linger yet 
 
 Of cups of sorrow brimming ;• 
 I hardly think that we'll forget 
 
 The last day we went swimming. 
 
THE OLD BARK SCHOOL 
 
 It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full 
 
 of holes 
 
 Where each leak in rainy weather made a pool ; 
 
 And the walls were mostly cracks lined with calico 
 
 and sacks — 
 
 There was little need for windows in the school. 
 
 Then we rode to school and back by the rugged gully 
 track, 
 On the old grey horse that carried three or four ; 
 And he looked so very wise that he lit the master's 
 eyes* 
 Every time he put his head in at the door. 
 
 216 
 
THE OLD BARK SCHOOL 2 
 
 He had run with Cobb and Co. — ' that grey leader, 
 let him go ! ' 
 There were men 'as knowed the brand upon his 
 hide,' 
 And ■■ as knowed it on the course ' . Funeral ser- 
 vice : ' Good old horse ! ' 
 When we burnt him in the gully where he died. 
 
 And the master thought the same. 'Twas from 
 Ireland that he came, 
 Where the tanks are full all summer, and the feed 
 is simply grand ; 
 And the joker then in vogue said his lessons wid a 
 brogue — 
 'Twas unconscious imitation, let the reader under- 
 stand. 
 
 And we learnt the world in scraps from some ancient 
 dingy maps 
 Long discarded by the public-schools in town ; 
 And as nearly every book dated back to Captain 
 Cook 
 Our geography was somewhat upside-down. 
 
218 THE OLD BARK SCHOOL 
 
 It was 'in the book' and so— well, at that we'd let it 
 
 go. 
 For we never would believe that print could lie ; 
 And we all learnt pretty soon that when we came out 
 
 at noon 
 ' The sun is in the south part of the sky.' 
 
 And Ireland ! that was known from the coast line to 
 Athlone : 
 We got little information re the land that gave us 
 birth ; 
 Save that Captain Cook was killed (and was very 
 likely grilled) 
 And ' the natives of New Holland are the lowest 
 race on earth.' 
 
 And a woodcut, in its place, of the same degraded 
 race 
 Seemed a lot more like a camel than the black- 
 iellows we knew ; 
 Jimmy BuUock, with the rest, scratched his head and 
 gave it best ; 
 But his faith was sadly shaken by a bobtaUed 
 kangaroo. 
 
THE OLD BAKK SCHOOL 219 
 
 But the old bark-school is gone, and the spot it stood 
 upon 
 Is a cattle-camp in winter where the curlew's cry 
 is heard ; 
 There's a brick-school on the flat, but a schoolmate 
 teaches that, 
 For, about the time they built it, our old master 
 was ' transferred.' 
 
 But the bark-school comes again with exchanges 'cross 
 the plain — 
 With the Out-Back Advertiser ; and my fancy 
 roams at large 
 When I read of passing stock, of a western mob or flock. 
 With ' James Bullock,' ' Grey,' or ' Henry Dale ' in 
 charge. 
 
 And I think how Jimmy went from the old bark 
 school content, 
 With his ' eddication ' finished, with his pack-horse 
 after him ; 
 And perhaps if I were back I would take the self-same 
 track, 
 For I wish my learning ended when the Master 
 ' finished ' Jim. 
 
TROUBLE ON THE SELECTION 
 
 You lazy boy, you're here at last, 
 
 You must be wooden-legged ; 
 Now, are you sure the gate is fast 
 
 And all the sliprails pegged 
 And all the milkers at the yard, 
 
 The calves all in the pen 1 
 We don't want Foley's calf to suck 
 
 His mother dry again. 
 
 And did you mend the broken rail 
 
 And make it firm and neat 1 
 I s'pose you want that brindle steer 
 
 All night among the wheat. 
 And if he finds the lucerne patch. 
 
 He'll stuff his belly full; 
 He'll eat till he gets ' blown ' on that 
 
 And busts like Ryan's bull. 
 
TROUBLE ON THE SELECTION 221 
 
 Old Spot is lost 1 You'll drive me mad, 
 
 You will, upon my soul ! 
 She might be in the boggy swamps 
 
 Or down a digger's hole. 
 You needn't talk, you never looked ; 
 
 You'd find her if you'd choose. 
 Instead of poking 'possum logs. 
 
 And hunting kangaroos. 
 
 How came your boots as wet as muck 1 
 
 You tried to drown the ants ! 
 Why don't you take your bluchers off, 
 
 Good Lord, he's tore his pants ! 
 Your father's coming home to-night ; 
 
 You'll catch it hot, you'll see. 
 Now go afltl wash your filthy face 
 
 And come and get your tea. 
 
THE PROFESSIONAL WANDERER 
 
 When you've knocked about the country — been away 
 
 from home for years ; 
 When the past, by distance softened, nearly fills 
 
 your eyes with tears — 
 You are haunted oft, wherever or however you may 
 
 roam. 
 By a fancy that you ought to go and see the folks at 
 
 home. 
 You forget the family quarrels — little things that 
 
 used to jar — 
 And you think of how they'll worry — how they 
 
 wonder where you are ; 
 You will think you served them badly, and your own 
 
 part you'll condemn, 
 And it strikes you that you'll surely be a novelty 
 
 to them, 
 
 223 
 
THE PROFESSIONAL WANDERER 223 
 
 For your voice has somewhat altered, and your face 
 
 has somewhat changed — 
 And your views of men and matters over wider fields 
 
 have ranged. 
 Then it's time to save your money, or to watch it 
 
 (how it goes !) ; 
 Then it's time to get a ' Gladstone ' and a decent suit 
 
 of clothes ; 
 Then it's time to practise daily with a hair-brush and 
 
 a comb, 
 Till you drop in unexpected on the folks and friends 
 
 at home. 
 
 When you've been at home for some time, and the 
 
 novelty's worn ofif, 
 And old chums no longer court you, and your friends 
 
 begin to sco£F ; 
 When ' the girls ' no longer kiss you, crying ' Jack ! 
 
 how you have changed ! ' 
 When you're stale to your relations, and their manner 
 
 seems estranged ; 
 When the old domestic quarrels, round the table 
 
 thrice a day, 
 Make it tog much like the old times — make you wish 
 
 you'd stayed away, 
 
224 THE PROFESSIONAL WANDERER 
 
 When, in short, you've spent your money in the 
 
 fulness of your heart. 
 And your clothes are getting shabby . . . Then 
 
 it's high time to depart . 
 
A LITTLE MISTAKE 
 
 'Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum'trap' 
 
 On the edge of the Never-Never, 
 Where the dead men lie and the black men lie, 
 
 And the bushman lies for ever. 
 
 'Twas the custom still with the local blacks 
 
 To cadge in the ' altogether ' — 
 They had less respect for our feelings then, 
 
 And more respect for the weather. 
 
 The trooper said to the sergeant's wife : 
 
 ' Sure, I wouldn't seem unpleasant ; 
 ' But there's women and childer about the place, 
 
 ' And — barrin' a lady's present — 
 
 ' There's ould King Billy wid niver a stitch 
 
 ' For a month — may the drought cremate him ! — 
 
 ' Bar the wan we put in his dhirty head, 
 ' Where his old Queen Mary bate him. 
 
 226 
 
226 A LITTLE MISTAKE 
 
 ' God give her strength ! —and a peaceful reign — 
 
 ' Though she flies in a bit av a passion 
 ' If ony wan hints that her shtoyle an' luks 
 
 ' Are a trifle behind the fashion. 
 
 ' There's two of the boys by the stable now — 
 ' Be the powers ! I'll teach the varmints 
 
 ' To come wid nought but a shirt apiece, 
 ' And wid dirt for their nayther garmints. 
 
 ' Howld on, ye blaggards ! How dare ye dare 
 ' To come widin sight av the houses 1 — 
 
 ' I'll give ye a warnin' all for wance 
 'An' a couple of ould pair of trousers.' 
 
 They took the pants as a child a toy, 
 
 The constable's words beguiling 
 A smile of something beside their joy ; 
 
 And they took their departure smiling. 
 
 And that very day, when the sun was low. 
 Two blackfellows came to the station ; 
 
 They were filled with the courage of Queensland rum 
 And bursting with indignation. 
 
A LITTLE MISTAKE 227 
 
 The constable noticed, with growing ire, 
 They'd apparently dressed in a hurry ; 
 
 And their language that day, I am sorry to say, 
 Mostly consisted of ' plurry.' 
 
 The constable heard, and he wished himself back 
 In the land of the 'bogs and the ditches — 
 
 ' You plurry big tight-britches p'liceman, what for 
 ' You gibbit our missuses britches 1 ' 
 
 And this was a case, I am bound to confess, 
 
 Where civilisation went under ; 
 Had one of the gins been less modest in dress 
 
 He'd never have made such a blunder. 
 
 And here let the moral be duly made known, 
 
 And hereafter signed and attested : 
 We should place more reliance on that which is shown 
 
 And less upon what is suggested. 
 
A STUDY IN THE- " NOOD " 
 
 ' A SAiLOB named Grioe was seen by the guard of a goods 
 train lying close to the railway-line near Warner Town (S.A.) 
 in a nude condition. He was unconscious, and had lain there 
 three days, during one of which the glass registed 110 in 
 the shade. Orice expressed surprise that the train did not 
 pick him up.' — Daily paper. In consequence, the muse : — 
 
 He was bare— we don't want to be rude — 
 (His condition was owing to drink) 
 
 They say his condition was nood, 
 
 Which amounts to the same thing, we think 
 (We mean his condition, we think, 
 
 'Twas a naked condition, or nood, 
 
 Which amounts to the same thing, we think) 
 
 Uncovered he lay on the grass 
 
 That shrivelled and shrunk ; and he stayed 
 Three hot summer days, while the glass 
 
 Was one hundred and ten in the shade. 
 
 228 
 
A STUDY IN THE "NOOD" 229 
 
 (We nearly remarked that he laid, 
 But that was bad grammar we thought — 
 
 It does sound bucolic, we think 
 
 It smacks of the barnyard — 
 Of farming — of pullets in short.) 
 
 Unheeded he lay on the dirt ; 
 
 Beside him a part of his dress, 
 A tattered and threadbare old shirt 
 
 Was raised as a flag of distress. 
 (On a stick, like a flag of distress — 
 Reversed — we mean that the tail-end was up 
 
 Half-mast — on a stick — an evident flag of 
 distress.) 
 
 Perhaps in his dreams he persood 
 
 Bright visions of heav'nly bliss ; 
 And artists who study the nood 
 
 Never saw such a study as this. 
 The ' luggage ' went by and the guard 
 
 Looked out and his eyes fell on Grice — 
 We fancy he looked at him hard. 
 
 We think that he looked at him twice. 
 
230 A STUDY IN THE "NOOD" 
 
 They say (if the telegram's true) 
 
 When he woke up he wondered (good Lord !) 
 ' Why the engine-man didn't heave to — 
 
 ' Why the train didn't take him aboard.' 
 And now, by the case of poor Grice, 
 
 We think that a daily express 
 Should travel with sunshades and ice, 
 
 And a lookout for flags of distress. 
 
A WORD TO TEXAS JACK 
 
 Texas Jack, you are amusin'. By Lord Harry, how 
 
 I laughed 
 When I seen yer rig and saddle -with its bulwarks 
 
 fore-and-aft ; 
 Holy smoke ! In such a saddle how the dickens can 
 
 yer fall t 
 Why, I seen a gal ride bareback with no bridle on at 
 
 all! 
 Gosh ! so-help-me ! strike-me-balmy ! if a bit o' 
 
 scenery 
 Like ter you in all yer rig-out on the earth I ever see ! 
 How I'd like ter see a bushman use yer fixins, Texas 
 
 Jack ; 
 On the remnant of a saddle he can ride to hell and 
 
 back. 
 
 231 
 
232 A WORD TO TEXAS JACK 
 
 Why, I heerd a mother screamin' when her kid went 
 
 tossin' by 
 Ridin' bareback on a bucker that had murder in his 
 
 eye. 
 
 What ? yer come to learn the natives how to squat 
 
 on horse's back ! 
 Learn the cornstalk ridin' ! Blazes ! — w'at yer giv'n' us, 
 
 Texas Jack ? 
 Learn the cornstalk — what the flamin', jumptup ! 
 
 where's my country gone 1 
 Why, the cornstalk's mother often rides the day afore 
 
 he's born ! 
 
 You may talk about your ridin' in the city, bold an' 
 
 free, 
 Talk o' ridin' in the city, Texas Jack, but where'd yer 
 
 be 
 When the stock horse snorts an' bunches all 'is 
 
 quarters in a hump. 
 And the saddle climbs a sapling, an' the horse-shoes 
 
 split a stump 1 
 
 No, before yer teach the native you must ride without 
 
 a fall 
 Up a gum or down a gully nigh as steep' as any wall — 
 
 « 
 
A WORD TO TEXAS JACK 233 
 
 You must swim the roarin' Darlin' when the flood is 
 
 at its height 
 Bearin' down the stock an' stations to the great 
 
 Australian Bight. 
 
 You can't count the bulls an' bisons that yer copped 
 
 with your lassoo — 
 But a stout old myall bullock p'raps 'ud learn yer 
 
 somethin' new ; 
 Yer'd better make yer will an' leave yer papers neat 
 
 an' trim 
 Before yer make arrangements for the lassooin' of 
 
 Mm ; 
 Ere you'n' yer horse is catsmeat, fittin' fate for sich 
 
 galoots, 
 And yer saddle's turned to laces like we put in blucher 
 
 boots. 
 
 And yer say yer death on In j ins ! We've got some- 
 thin' in yer line — 
 
 If yer think your fitin's ekal to the likes of Tommy 
 Ryan. 
 
 Take yer karkass up to Queensland where the ally- 
 gators chew 
 
 And the' carpet-snake is handy with his tail for a 
 lassoo ; 
 
234 A WORD TO TEXAS JACK 
 
 Ride across the hazy regins where the lonely emus 
 
 wail 
 An' ye'll find the black'U track yer while yer lookin' 
 
 for his trail ; 
 He can track yer without stoppin' for a thouBand miles 
 
 or more — 
 Come again, and he will show yer where yer spit the 
 
 year before. 
 But yer'd best be mighty careful, you'U be sorry you 
 
 kem here 
 When yer skewered to the fakements of yer saddle 
 
 with a spear — 
 When the boomerang is sailin' in the air, may heaven 
 
 help yer ! 
 It will cut yer head off goin', an' come back again and 
 
 skelp yer. 
 
 P.S. — As poet and as Yankee I will greet you, Texas 
 
 Jack, 
 For it isn't no ill-feelin' that is gettin' up my back, 
 But I won't see this land crowded by each Yank and 
 
 British cuss 
 Who takes it in his head to come a-civilisin' us. 
 
A WORD TO TEXAS JACK 235 
 
 So if you feel like shootin' now, don't let yer pistol 
 
 cough — 
 (Our Government is very free at ohokin' fellers off) ; 
 And though on your great continent there's misery in 
 
 the towns 
 An' not a few untitled lords and kings without their 
 
 crowns, 
 I will admit your countrymen is busted big, an' free, 
 An' great on ekal rites of men and great on liberty ; 
 I will admit yer fathers punched the gory tyrant's 
 
 head, 
 But then we've got our heroes, too, the diggers that 
 
 is dead — 
 The plucky men of Ballarat who toed the scratch 
 
 right well 
 And broke the nose of Tyranny and made his peepers 
 
 swell 
 For yankin' Lib.'s gold tresses in the roarin' days 
 
 gone by, 
 An' doublin' up his dirty fist to black her bonny eye ; 
 So when it comes to ridin' mokes, or hoistin' out the 
 
 Ohow, 
 Or stickin' up for labour's rights, we don't want 
 
 showin' how. 
 
236 A WORD TO TEXAS JACK 
 
 They come to learn us cricket in the days of long ago, 
 An' Hanlan come from Canada to learn us how to 
 
 row, 
 An' ' doctors ' come from 'Frisco just to learn us how 
 
 to skite. 
 An' ' pugs ' from all the lands on earth to learn us 
 
 how to fight ; 
 An' when they go, as like or not, we find we're taken 
 
 in. 
 They've left behind no larnin' — but they've carried 
 
 off our tin. 
 
THE GROG-AN'-GRUMBLE STEEPLECHASE 
 
 'TwiXT the coastline and the border lay the town of 
 Grog-an'-Grumble 
 In the days before the bushman was a duU 'n' 
 heartless drudge, 
 An' they say the local meeting was a drunken rough- 
 and-tumble, 
 Which was ended pretty often by an inquest on the 
 judge. 
 An' 'tis said the city talent very often caught a 
 tartar 
 In the Grog-an'-Grumble sportsman, 'n' retired 
 with broken heads, 
 For the fortune, life, and safety of the Grog-an'- 
 Grumble starter 
 Mostly hung upon the finish of the local thorough- 
 breds. 
 
 237 
 
238 THE GROG-AN'-GBUMBLE STEEPLECHASE 
 
 Pat M'Durmer was the owner of a horse they called 
 the Screamer, 
 Which he called the ' quickest shtepper 'twixt the 
 Darling and the sea ;' 
 And I think it's very doubtful if the stomach- 
 troubled dreamer 
 Ever saw a more outrageous piece of equine 
 scenery ; 
 For his points were most decided, from his end to his 
 beginning, 
 He had eyes of different colour, and his legs they 
 wasn't mates. 
 Pat M'Durmer said he always came ' widin a flip av 
 winnin',' 
 An' his sire had come from England, 'n' his dam 
 was from the States. 
 
 Friends would argue with M'Durmer, and they said 
 he was in error 
 To put up his horse the Screamer, for he'd lose in 
 any case. 
 And they said a city racer by the name of Holy 
 Terror 
 Was regarded as the winner of the coming steeple- 
 chase ; 
 
THE GROG-AN'-GRUMBLB STEEPLECHASE 239 
 
 But he said he had the knowledge to come in when 
 it was raining, 
 And irrelevantly mentioned that he knew the time 
 of day, 
 So he rose in their opinion. It was noticed that the 
 training 
 Of the Screamer was conducted in a dark, 
 mysterious way. 
 
 Well, the day arrived in glory; 'twas a day of jubila- 
 tion 
 With careless-hearted bushmen for a hundred miles 
 around. 
 An' the rum 'n' beer 'n' whisky came in waggons from 
 the station, 
 An' the Holy Terror talent were the first upon the 
 ground. 
 Judge M'Ard — with whose opinion it was scarcely 
 safe to wrestle — 
 Took his dangerous position on the bark-and-sapling 
 stand : 
 He was what the local Stiggins used to speak of as a 
 * wessel 
 ' Of -v^ath,' and he'd a bludgeon that he carried in 
 his hand. 
 
240 THE GROG-AN'-GRUMBLE STEEPLECHASE 
 
 ' Off ye go !' the starter shouted, as down fell a stupid 
 jockey- 
 Off they started in disorder — left the jockey where 
 he lay — 
 And they fell and rolled and galloped down the 
 crooked course and rocky, 
 Till the pumping of the Screamer could be heard a 
 mile away. 
 But he kept his legs and galloped ; he was used to 
 rugged courses, 
 And he lumbered down the gully till the ridge 
 began to quake : 
 And he ploughed along the siding, raising earth till 
 other horses 
 An' their riders, too, were blinded by the dust- 
 cloud in his wake. 
 
 Prom the ruck he'd struggled slowly — they were 
 much surprised to find him 
 Close abeam of Holy Terror as along the flat they 
 tore — 
 Even higher still and denser rose the cloud of dust 
 behind him, 
 While in more divided splinters flew the shattered 
 rails before. 
 
THE GROG-AN'-GRUMBLE STEEPLECHASE 241 
 
 ' Terror !' ' Dead heat !' they were shouting— 
 ' Terror !' but the Screamer hung out 
 Nose to nose with Holy Terror as across the creek 
 they swung, 
 An' M'Durmer shouted loudly, ' Put yer tongue out ! 
 put yer tongue out !' 
 An' the Screamer put his tongue out, and he won 
 by half-a-tongue. 
 
BUT WHAT'S THE USE 
 
 Bdt what's the use of writing ' hush ' — 
 
 Though editors demand it — 
 For city folk, and farming folk, 
 
 Can never understand it. 
 They're blind to what the bushman sees 
 
 The best with eyes shut tightest, 
 Out where the sun is hottest and 
 
 The stars are most and brightest. 
 
 The crows at sunrise flopping round 
 
 Where some poor life has run down ; 
 The pah- of emus trotting from 
 
 The lonely tank at sundown, 
 Their snaky heads well up, and eyes 
 
 Well out for man's manceuvres, 
 And feathers bobbing round behind 
 
 Like fringes round improvers. 
 
BUT WHAT'S THE USE 243 
 
 The swagman tramping 'cross the plain j 
 
 Good Lord, there's nothing sadder, 
 Except the dog that slopes behind 
 
 His master like a shadder ; 
 The turkey-tail to scare the flies, 
 
 The water-bag and billy ; 
 The nose-bag getting cruel light. 
 
 The traveller getting silly. 
 The plain that seems to Jackaroos 
 
 Like gently sloping rises, 
 The shrubs and tufts that's miles away 
 
 But magnified in sizes ; 
 The track that seems arisen up 
 
 Or else seems gently slopin', 
 And just a hint of kangaroos 
 
 Way out across the open. 
 The joy and hope the swagman feels 
 
 Returning, after shearing, 
 Or after six months' tramp Out Back, 
 
 He strikes the final clearing. 
 His weary spirit breathes again. 
 
 His aching legs seem limber 
 When to the East across the plain 
 
 He spots the Darling Timber ! 
 
244 BUT WHAT'S THE USB 
 
 But what's the use of writing ' bush '— 
 
 Though editors demand it — 
 For city folk and cockatoos, 
 
 They do not understand it. 
 They're blind to what the whaler sees 
 
 The best with eyes shut tightest, 
 Out where Australia's widest, and 
 
 The stars are most and brightest. 
 
NOVEMBER, 1900 
 
 LIST OF BOOKS 
 
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 Each Tolume crown 8vo., picture covers. Is. 
 
 POPULAR VERSES. By Henry Lawson 
 
 First publication in book form. 
 
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 First publication in booh/orm. 
 
 ON THE TRACK : New Stories. By Heney Lawson 
 
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 WHILE THE BILLY BOILS : Australian Stories. 
 
 First Series. By Henry Lawson 
 
 WHILE THE BILLY BOILS : Australian Stories. 
 
 Second Series. By Hknry Lawson 
 
 HISTORY OF AUSTRALIAN BUSHRANGING : 
 
 By Charles White 
 
 Part I. — The Early Days. 
 
 Paet II.— 1850 TO 1862. 
 
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 with bush life and an insight into the class of people 
 which is met with in this life that are hardly equalled 
 to-day in Australia. In a few words he can paint for 
 you the landscape of his pictures or the innermost 
 recesses of his bushman's soul." 
 
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 the bush bushy,' tales of hard, unending toil, grim 
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WHILE THE BILLY BOILS. 
 
 Australian Stories. 
 
 By henry LAWSON, Author of "When the World 
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 shows us what living in the bush really means. The 
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 Mr. A. Patchbtt Martin, in Literature : " A book 
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 bush life was pale and ineffective." 
 
 The Spectator : " In these days when short, dra- 
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 " Verses, Popular and Humorous." 
 
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VERSES: POPULAR AND 
 HUMOROUS. 
 
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 FOR THE TERM OF HIS 
 NATURAL LIFE. 
 
 By MARCUS CLARKE 
 
 With a Memoir of the Author, by A. B. 
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 Twenty-First Thousand. With photo- 
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AT DAWN AND DUSK: POEMS. 
 
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 TALES. Br J. M. WHITFELD. 
 
 Second Thousand. With 32 illustrations 
 by G. W. Lambert. Crown 8vo, cloth gilt, 
 3s. 6d. 
 
 Sydney Morning Herald : " It is frankly written 
 for the young folks. The youngster will find a delight 
 in Miss Whitfeld's marvellous company." 
 
 South Australian Regrister; "A number of fas- 
 cinating creations of the imagination . . . will last 
 and be popular." 
 
 HISTORY OF AUSTRALIAN 
 BUSHRANGING. by charles white. 
 
 To be completed in two vols. Crown 8vo, 
 cloth gili, 3s. 6d. each. [Vol. I. now ready. 
 
 For Chea/per Edition see Commonwealth Series, page S. 
 
 Press Notices of Volume I. 
 
 Year Book of Australia : " There is ' romance ' 
 enough about it to make it of permanent interest as a 
 peculiar and most remarkable stage in our social 
 history." 
 
 Queen^lander : " A highly-acceptable resume of the 
 conditions of life in the colonies during the early days. 
 Mr. White has supplied material enough for twenty 
 such novels as ' Robbery Under Arms.' " 
 
 H 
 
THE GROWTH OF THE EMPIRE. 
 
 .A Handbook to the History of Greater Britain- 
 
 By Arthur W. JOSE, Author of " A Short History 
 of Australasia." 
 
 Second Edition. With 14 Maps. Crown 
 8vo, cloth gilt, 5s. 
 
 Morning Post : " This book is published in Sydney, 
 but it deserves to be circulated throughout the United 
 Kingdom. The picture of the fashion in which British 
 enterprise made its way from settlement to settlement 
 has never been drawn more vividly than in these pages. 
 Mr. Jose's style is crisp and pleasant, now and then 
 even rising to eloquence on his grand theme. His 
 book deserves wide popularity, and it has the rare 
 merit of being so written as to be attractive alike to 
 the young student and to the mature man of letters." 
 
 Literature : " He has studied thoroughly, and 
 writes vigorously. . . . Admirably done. . . 
 We commend it to Britons the world over." 
 
 Saturday Review : " He writes Imperially ; he also 
 often writes sympathetically. . . . We cannot 
 close Mr. Jose's creditable account, of our misdoings 
 without a glow of national pride." 
 
 Yorkshire Post : " A brighter short history we do 
 not know, and this book deserves for the matter and 
 the manner of it to be as well known as Mr. 
 McCarthy's ' History of Our Own Times.' " 
 
 The Scotsman : " This admirable work is a solid 
 octavo of more than 400 pages. It is thonghful, well 
 written, and well- arranged history. There are fourteen 
 excellent maps to illustrate the text." 
 
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A SHORT HISTORY OF 
 AUSTRALASIA. 
 
 . By ARTHUR W. JOSE, Author of " The Growth of 
 the Empire.'' 
 
 With 6 maps and 64 portraits and illustra- 
 tions. Crown 8v^o, cloth gilt, 3s. 6d. 
 
 Town and Country Journal : " His language is 
 graphic and simple,, and he has maintained the unity 
 and : iCQntinuity of the story of events despite the 
 necessity of following the subject along the seven 
 branches corresponding with the seven separate 
 colonies. The whole book shows evidence of much 
 careful work and a large amount of research among 
 the original sources of information." 
 
 Sydney Daily Teleg-raph : " There was ample room 
 for a cleverly-condensed, clear, and yet thoroughly live 
 account of these colonies, such as Mr. Jose now 
 presents us with." 
 
 The Australasian : " It is a useful summary of the 
 eventful history of Australia, Tasmania, and New 
 Zealand, from the voyages of De Qniros and Torres 
 down to the virtual accomplishment of federation." 
 
 New Zealand Herald : " The history is concise and 
 clear, and gives a mass of information in a small 
 compass." 
 
 West Australian : " A valuable feature about this 
 little work is its accuracy. This, with the author, has 
 evidentlv been a condition precedent, and in pursuance 
 of it he has had recourse to original sources for his 
 information, and to specially authentic and contem- 
 porary documents," 
 
 13 
 
THE GEOLOGY OF SYDNEY AND 
 THE BLUE MOUNTAINS. 
 
 A Popular Introduction to the Study of Australian 
 Geology, 
 
 By Rev. J, MILNE CURRAN, Lecturer in 
 Chemistry and Geology, Technical College, Sydney. 
 
 Second Edition. With a Glossary of Scien- 
 tific terms, a Reference List of commonly- 
 occurring Fossils, 2 coloured maps, and 83 
 illustrations. Crown 8vo, cloth gilt, 6s. 
 
 Melbourne Argus : " The book is written in a 
 popular style, and it deals with a subject of general 
 and perpetual interest. As a handbook for schools in 
 which, it is desired to interest the advanced classes 
 in the study of nature, the volume has great value." 
 
 Sydney Morning' Herald: "Mr. Curran is the 
 most admirable guide that any geologfical student can 
 require for the interpretation of the hieroglyphics of 
 
 Nature." 
 
 South Australian Register : " Mr. Curran has ex- 
 tracted a charming narrative of the earth's history out 
 of the prosaic stone. Though he has selected Sydney 
 rocks for his text, his discourse is interestingly Aus- 
 tralian." 
 
 The Australasian : " Mr. Curran lets us see at once 
 that his purpose is to deal with the geological history 
 of Australia, and not to pad his treatise out with 
 matter common to text-books in general. When he 
 introduced what appear to be hard words, he does 
 not close the remarks that they are associated with 
 without fully explaining them." 
 
 14 
 
SIMPLE TESTS FOR MINERALS; 
 
 Or, Every Man his Own Analyst. 
 
 By JOSEPH CAMPBELL, M.A., F.G S., M.LM E. 
 
 Fourth Edition, revised and enlarged (com- 
 pleting the ninth thousand). With illus- 
 trations. Cloth, round corners, 3s. 6d. 
 
 Newcastle Morning' Herald: "The book is a 
 thoroughly practical one." 
 
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 miners and all interested in the mining industry." 
 
 Daylesford Advocate : " A very useful and valu- 
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 Bendig-O Evening- Mail : " Should be in every 
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 ascertain for himself whether any mineral he may 
 discover has a commercial value." 
 
 Omeo standard : " Exactly the work required." 
 
 BendigO Advertiser : " To those engaged in pros- 
 pecting for minerals this book should be invaluable." 
 
 QUALITATIVE ANALYSIS; 
 
 Notes and Tables for the Use of Students. 
 
 By Rev. J. MILNE CURRAN, Lecturer in Chemistry 
 and Geology, Technical College, Sydney, Author of 
 " The Geology of Sydney and the Blue Mountains." 
 
 With illustrations. Demy 8vo, cloth gilt, 
 4s. 6d. 
 
 15 
 
A COURSE OF INSTRUCTION IN 
 ARCHITECTURAL AND TRADES 
 DRAWING. 
 
 By CYRIL 6LACKET, Lecturer on Architecture 
 and Building Construction, Technical College, Sydney 
 
 32 Hand-coloured plates (size, 19 by 13 
 inches), mounted on strong mill-board and 
 accompanied by printed explanations. In 
 strong deal box, £16 16s. 
 
 DIET LISTS FOR AUSTRALIAN 
 MEDICAL PRACTITIONERS. 
 
 By J. W. SPRINGTHORPE, M.D., and GEORGE 
 LANE MULLINS, M.D. 
 
 Cloth, 3s. 6d. Containing 160 JJetachable 
 Diet Lists, 12 kinds assorted : 1, Albu- 
 minuria ; 2, Anaemia and Debility ; 3, 
 Biliousness ; 4, Constipation ; 5, Conva- 
 lescence ; 6, Diabetes ;. 7, Diarrhoea ; 8, 
 Dyspepsia; 9, Gout; 10, Infant Feeding; 
 11, Phthisis and Wasting Disease; 12, 
 Pyrexia, 
 
 These Diet Lists may also be had, bound 
 separately, 50 copies of one kind, in cheque 
 book form, at 2s. 
 
 16 
 
THE KINGSWOOD COOKERY 
 BOOK. 
 
 By Mrs. WICKEN, M.C.A., Late Teacher of Cookery, 
 Technical Colleges Sydney. 
 
 Fifth edition, revised, completing the Nine- 
 teenth Thousand. 382 pages, crown 8vo, 
 paper cover, Is.; cloth. Is. 6d. 
 
 •»* This is the largsst book ever published at the price in 
 Australia. 
 
 Newcastle Morning- Herald: "Mrs. Wicken has 
 long been recognised as an able exponent of the art 
 of cooking, and the success of her book is probably 
 due to the fact that it was written by a practical 
 teacher, of many years' Australian experience." 
 
 Sydney Morning- Herald: "Her excellent 'Kings- 
 wood Cookery Book^' which is handsomely issued." 
 
 Sydney Daily Telegraph ; ' This work may be said 
 to fulfil all the requirements of a practical course of 
 instruction." 
 
 Town and Country Journal ; " A real boon to 
 Australian women." 
 
 Maitland Mercury : " The merit of the book is that 
 it is written by a scientific teacher who has had ten 
 years' Australian experience." 
 
 Adelaide Advertiser: "No materials are mentioned 
 which are not easily procurable, while the quantities 
 in every case are concisely stated." 
 
 17 
 
GEOGRAPHY OF NEW SOUTH 
 
 WALES. Bv J. M. TAYLOR, M.A , LL.B. 
 
 New Edition, revised. With 37 illustrations 
 and 6 folding maps. Crown 8vo, cloth 
 gilt, 3s. 6d. 
 
 Sydney Daily Telegraph : " Can be recommended 
 as a volume in every way able to impart tbe latest 
 information regarding this colony. After the physical 
 features, Mr. Taylor deals with the geology, climate, 
 flora and fauna, aborigines, mines and minerals, 
 industries, artesian wells, exports and imports." 
 
 Queensland Education Journal: "A mine of 
 thoroughly well arranged, perfectly accurate, and, for 
 the most part, interesting information on the general 
 physical and political features of New South Wales." 
 
 The Australasian : "The reading is very interesting. 
 . . . There are any number of excellent and strik- 
 ing photo-prints .... commendable features in a 
 school book." 
 
 The Queenslander : " The book embraces within 
 its 152 pages all the information that a geography 
 should, presented in an easy, assimilable form." 
 
 Sydney Morning- Herald : " Something more than 
 a school book ; it is an approach to an ideal geography." 
 
 Review of Reviews : " It makes a very attractive 
 handbook. Its geography is up to date; it is not 
 overburdened with details, and it is richly illustrated 
 with geological diagrams and photographs of scenery 
 reproduced with happy skill." 
 
ENGLISH GRAMMAR, COMPOSI- 
 TION, AND PRECIS WRITING. 
 
 For Use by Candidates for University and Public 
 Service Exams. 
 
 By JAMES CONWAY, Headmaster at Cleveland- 
 street Superior Public School, Sydney. 
 
 Prescribed by the Department of Public 
 Instruction, N.S.W., for First and Second 
 Class Teachers' Certificate Examinations. 
 Second edition, revised and enlarged. 
 Crown 8vo, cloth gilt, 3s 6d. 
 
 Sydney Morning Herald : " To its concise and 
 admirable arrangement of rules and definitions, which 
 holds good wherever the English language is spoken 
 or written, is added special treatment of special 
 difficulties. Mr. Conway adopts the excellent plan of 
 taking certain papers, and of answering the questions 
 in detail. . . . Should be in the hands of every 
 teacher." 
 
 Victorian Educational News : " A book which we 
 can heartily recommend as the most suitable we have 
 yet met with to place in the hands of students for our 
 intermediate examinations, and also for matriculation, 
 pupil teachers' and certificate of competency examina- 
 tions. We should be glad to see the work set down 
 in the syllabus of the Department so that it would 
 reach the hands of all the students and teachers 
 engaged in studying the subject in our State schools." 
 
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A SMALLER ENGLISH 
 GRAMMAR, COMPOSITION, AND 
 PRECIS WRITING. 
 
 By JAMES CONWAY. 
 
 Prescribed by the Department of Public 
 Instruction, N.S.W., for Third Class and 
 Pupil Teachers' Examinations. Third 
 edition, revised and enlarged. Crown 8vo, 
 cloth. Is. 6d. 
 
 N.S.W. Educational Gazette : " The abridgment 
 is very well done. The clearness of the instruction, 
 both rules and examples, is as evident in one book as 
 the other, and by this one would recognise the hand 
 of a man who had had long experience of the 
 difficulties of this subject." 
 
 GEOGRAPHY OF NEW SOUTH 
 WALES. 
 
 Abridged from Mr. Taylor's larger work. 
 With 5 folding maps, 48 pages, 6d. 
 
 N.S.W. Educational Gazette: "In May last we 
 expressed the opinion that Mr. Taylor had succeeded 
 in producing a compendious and reliable work, well 
 up to date in every particular. The little volume now 
 under consideration is an abridgment of the original 
 work, and contains all that our Standards of Profi- 
 ciency require for third and fourth class pupils. The 
 work of the teacher will be mucli facilitated if he can 
 persuade every, pupil to provide himself with this 
 excellent little handbook. For senior pupils and pupil 
 teachers we would strongly recommend the larger 
 work." 
 
 20 
 
CAUSERIES FAMILIERES; OR, 
 FRIENDLY CHATS. 
 
 A Simple and Deductive French Course. 
 
 By Mrs. S. C. BOYD. 
 
 Prescribed for use in schools by the 
 Department of Public Instruction, New 
 South Wales. 
 
 Pupils' Edition, containing all that need be 
 in the hands of the learner. Grown 8vo, 
 cloth, limp. Is. 6d. 
 
 Teachers' Edition, containing, in addition 
 to the above, grammatical summaries, 
 exercises, a full treatise on pronunciation, 
 French-English and English-French Voca- 
 bulary, and other matter for the use 
 of the teacher or of a student without a 
 master. New Edition, revised and enlarged. 
 Grown 8vo, cloth gilt, 3s. 6d. 
 
 The London Spectator : " A most excellent and 
 practical little volume, evidently the work of a trained 
 teacher. It combines admirably and in an entertaining 
 form the advantages of the conversational with those 
 of the grammatical method of learning a language." 
 
 The Scotsman : " A pleasant and familiar tone 
 pervades the whole work, and it is to be welcomed as 
 a further step in the desired direction." 
 
 21 
 
THE AUSTRALIAN OBJECT 
 LESSON BOOK. 
 
 Compiled by practical teachers, and edited by DAVID 
 T. WILEY. 
 
 Part I. — For Infant and Junior Classes. 
 With 43 illustrations. Crown 8vo, cloth 
 gilt, 3s. 6d. ; paper cover, 2s. 6d. 
 
 N.S.W. Educational Gazette: "Mr. Wiley has 
 wisely adopted the plan of utilising the services of 
 specialists. The series is remarkably complete, and 
 includes almost everything with which the little 
 learners ought to be made familiar. Through- 
 out the whole series the lessons have been selected 
 with judgment and with a due appreciation of the 
 capacity of the pupils for whose use they are intended." 
 
 THE AUSTRALIAN LETTERING 
 BOOK. 
 
 Part II. — For advanced classes. With 113 
 illustrations. Crown 8vo, cloth gilt, 3s. 6d.; 
 paper cover, 2s. 6d. 
 
 N.S.W. Educational Gazette: "The Australian 
 Object Lesson Book is evidently the result of infinite 
 patience and deep research on the part of its compiler, 
 who is also to be commended for the admirable 
 arrangement of his matter." 
 
 Evening News : " It gives evidence of the utmost 
 care and of attention to most minute detail in its pre- 
 paration. It is appropriately illustrated, well arranged, 
 and is eminently practical and contemporary.^' 
 
 9!9 
 
PASSAGES FOR TRANSLATION 
 INTO FRENCH AND GERMAN. 
 
 For use in University and School Classes. 
 Selected by Dr. E. J. Trechmann, Crown 
 8vo, boards, 2s. 6d. 
 
 LIVY: Book XXVI. 
 
 With Notes by W. H. Nicholls, B.A. 
 Crown 8vo, boards, 3s. 6d. 
 
 GUIDES TO THE NEW SOUTH 
 WALES PUBLIC SERVICE 
 EXAMINATIONS. 
 
 No. I. — Containing the Papers set at the 
 examination held in March, 1899 and Keys 
 thereto, together with the Regulations and 
 Hints on suitable Text-books. 8vo., paper 
 cover, Is. 6d. 
 
 No, II. — Containing the Papers set at the 
 examination held in August, 1900 and 
 Keys thereto, together with the revised 
 Regulations and Hints on suitable Text- 
 books, and the Papers set at the examina- 
 tion held in December, 1899. 8vo, paper 
 cover. Is. 6d. 
 
 CALENDAR OF THE 
 UNIVERSITY OF SYDNEY. 
 
 8vo, linen, 2s. 6d. ; paper cover, Is. 
 23 
 
MANUAL OF PUBLIC 
 EXAMINATIONS HELD BY 
 THE UNIVERSITY OF SYDNEY 
 
 8vo., paper cover, Is. 
 
 HANDBOOK FOR TEACHERS 
 OF INFANT SCHOOLS AND 
 JUNIOR CLASSES. 
 
 Second Thousand. With colour chart 
 (printed in nine colours) and upwards of 
 100 illustrations. Crown 8vo, cloth, Is. 6d. 
 
 N.S.W. Educational Gazette : " It contains all 
 information on Kindergarten work, object lessons, 
 drawing, drill, form and colour necessary for Infant 
 Schools and first classes in ordinary Primary Schools. 
 
 . Junior teachers and teachers in the country who 
 halve not had the advantage of training will find the 
 pages of the ' Handbook ' invaluable." 
 
 THE AUSTRALIAN OBJECT 
 LESSON BOOK. 
 
 Containing the Alphabets most useful in 
 Mapping, Exercise Headings, &c. (with 
 practical applications). Easy Scrolls, Flou- 
 rishes, Borders, Corners, Rulings, &c. 
 Second Edition. 32 pages, cloth limp, 6d. 
 
 24 
 
GEOGRAPHY OF AUSTRALIA 
 AND NEW ZEALAND. 
 
 With Definitions of Geographical Terms. 
 
 Prepared for First Year Third Class Pupils 
 under the New Standard of Proficiency in 
 New South Wales. With maps of the 
 World, Australia, New South Wales, 
 Victoria, Queensland, Tasmania, and New 
 Zealand, and 21 other illustrations. 64 
 pages. 6d. 
 
 GEOGRAPHY OF EUROPE, 
 ASIA AND AMERICA. 
 
 Prepared for Second Year Third Class 
 Pupils under the New Standard of Profi- 
 ciency in New South Wales. With maps 
 of Europe, British Isles, France, Germany, 
 Austria -Hungary, Asia, India, China and 
 Japan, North America and South America ; 
 also 22 other maps and illustrations, show- 
 ing distribution of animals, mountain and 
 river systems, and other natural features. 
 84 pages. 6d. 
 
 25 
 
HISTORY FOR THIRD, FOURTH, 
 AND FIFTH CLASSES. 
 
 Under the New Standard of Proficiency in 
 New South Wales. 
 
 Part I.— 3rd Class, 1st Half-year.— From the Roman 
 
 to the Norman Conquest. 36 pages and a coloured 
 map, 4d. 
 
 Part II.— 3rd Class, 2nd Half-year.— From William I- 
 
 to Richard I. 39 pages and a coloured map, 4d. 
 
 Part III.— 3rd Class, 3rd Half-year.- From John to 
 
 Richard 11. 47 pages and a coloured map, 4d. 
 
 Part IV.— 3rd Class, 4th Half-year.— From Henry 
 
 IV. to Elizabeth. 64 pages and a coloured map, 6d. 
 
 Part v.— 4th Class, 1st Half-year.— From James I- 
 
 to Anne. 86 pages and a coloured map, 6d. 
 
 Part VI.— 4th Class, 2nd Half-year.— From George I., 
 
 and History of Australia to 1855. 142 pages, illus- 
 trated, 9d. 
 
 THE AUSTRALASIAN 
 CATHOLIC SCHOOL SERIES. 
 
 History of Australia and New Zealand for Catholic 
 
 Schools, 117 pages. 4d. 
 
 Pupil's Companion to the Australian Catholic 
 First Reader, 32 pages, id. 
 
 Pupil's Companion to the Australian Catholic 
 Second Reader, 64 pages. 2d. 
 
 Pupil's Companion to the Australian Catholic 
 Third Reader, 112 pages. 3d. 
 
 Pupil's Companion to the Australian Catholic 
 Fourth Reader, 160 pages. 4d. 
 
 26 
 
THE AUSTRALIAN DRAWING 
 BOOK. 
 
 By F. W. WOODHOUSE, Superintendent of Drawing, 
 Department of Public Instruction, New South Wales. 
 
 Approved by the Department of Public 
 Instruction for use in the Public Schools of 
 New South Wales, Price, 3cl. each. 
 
 No. lA — Elementary, Straight Lines, Curves and Simple 
 Figures. 
 
 Nos. 1, 2, 3 and 4 — Graduated Elementary Freehand, 
 
 Regular Forms, Simple Designs, &c. 
 Nos. 5 and 6 — Foliage, Flowers, Ornaments, Vase 
 
 Forms, &c. 
 No. 7— Book of Blank Pages. 
 
 N.S.W. Educational Gazette : " This series of 
 drawing books has been arranged by the Superin- 
 tendent of Drawing for the purpose of enabling 
 teachers and pupils to meet fully the requirements of 
 the Public School Syllabus of 1899. It consists of 
 seven numbers, designed for the third, fourth and fifth 
 classes respectively, and there is also a book of blank 
 pages (No. 7). Nos. 1 to 4 treat of elementary 
 freehand, simple designs, pattern drawing, &c.; Nos. 
 5 and 6 of foliage, flowers and ornaments. The copies 
 are excellently designed and executed, and carefully 
 graduated, and the books are printed on superioi- 
 drawing paper. ' The Australian Drawing Books ' 
 should be used in every public school in the colony, 
 first on account of their intrinsic merit, and secondly 
 because they are the only books that accurately fit our 
 standard." 
 
 27 
 
AUSTRALIAN SCHOOL SERIES. 
 
 Grammar and Derivation Book. 64 pages. 2d. 
 Test Exercises in Grammar for 3rd Class, 1st Year. 
 
 64 pages. 2d. 
 
 Test Exercises in Grammar for 3rd Class, 2nd Year. 
 
 64 pages. 2d. 
 
 Table Book and Mental Arithmetic. 34 pages. 
 Id. 
 
 Chief Events and Dates in English History. Part 
 
 I. From 55 b.c. to 1485 A d. 50 pages. 2d. 
 
 Chief Events and Dates in English History. Part 
 
 II. From Henry VII. (1485) to Victoria (1900). 64 
 pages. 2d. 
 
 History of Australia. 64 pages. 2d. 
 
 Geography. Part I. Australasia and Polynesia. 64 
 
 pages. 2d. 
 
 Geography. Part II. Europe, Asia, America, and Africa. 
 66 pages. 2d. 
 
 Euclid. Book I. With Definitions, Postulates, Axioms, 
 &c 64 pages. 2d. 
 
 Euclid. Book II. With Definitions and Exercises on 
 Books I. and II. 2d. 
 
 Euclid. Book III. With University "Junior" Papers 
 1891-1897. 2d. 
 
 28 
 
Arithmetic— Exercises for Class II. 49 pages. 2d. 
 
 Answers, 2d. 
 
 Arithmetic— Exercises for Class III. 66 pages. 2d. 
 
 Answers, 2d. 
 
 Arithmetic— Exercises for Class IV. 65 pages. 2d 
 
 Answers, 2d. 
 
 Arithmetic and Mensuration— Exercises for Class 
 
 V. With the Arithmetic Papers set at the Sydney 
 University Junior Public Examinations 1885 to 1896. 
 65 pages. 3d. 
 Answers, 2d. 
 
 Algebra. Part I. 49 pages. 2d. 
 Answers, 2d. 
 
 AIg"ebra. Part II. To Quadratic Equations. Contains 
 nearly twelve hundred Exercises, including the Junior 
 University Papers from 1888 to 1897 inclusive, and 
 the Public Service Papers of January and June, 
 1897. 89 pages. 4d. 
 Answers, 4d. 
 
 THE AUSTRALIAN 
 PROGRESSIVE SONGSTER. 
 
 By S. McBuRNBY, Mus. Doc, Fellow T.S.F. College. 
 
 Containing graded Songs — the words by 
 A. B. Paterson (Author of "The Man 
 from Snowy River ") and others Rounds 
 and Exercises in Staff Notation, Tonic 
 Sol-fa and Numerals, with Musical Theory. 
 Price, 6d. each part; combined, Is. 
 
 No. 1. — For Junior Classes, No. 2. — For Senior Classes. 
 
 29 
 
THE AUSTRALIAN COPY BOOK. 
 
 Approved by the Departments of Public 
 Instruction in New South Wales, Queensland 
 and Tasmania, by the Public Service Board 
 of New South Wales, and by the Chief 
 Inspector of Catholic Schools. Price, 2d. 
 each. A. C. B. Blotter, Id. 
 
 No. 1, Initiatory, Short Letters, Short Words ; 2, Initiatory, 
 Long Letters, Words; 3, Text, Capitals, Longer 
 Words ; 4, Half-Text, Short Sentences ; 5, Inter- 
 mediate, Australian and Geographical Sentences ; 6, 
 Small Hand, Double Ruling, Australian and Geo- 
 graphical Sentences, Prefixes and Examples ; 6a, Text, 
 Half-Text, Intermediate, Small Hand ; 7, Small Hand, 
 Single Ruling, Maxims, Quotations, Proverbs ; 8, 
 Advanced Small Hand, Abbreviations and Contractions 
 commonly met with ; 9, Commercial Terms and Forms, 
 Addresses ; 10, Commercial Forms, Correspondence, 
 Addresses; 11, Plain and Ornamental Lettering, 
 Mapping, Flourishes, &c. 
 
 Numerals are given in each number. 
 
 THE AUSTRALIAN PUPIL 
 TEACHERS' COPY BOOK. 
 
 A selection of pages from the Australian 
 Copy Book, arranged for use of Pupil 
 Teachers. 48 pages. Price, 6d. 
 
 30 
 
ANNOUNCEMENTS. 
 
 RIO GRANDE'S LAST RACE AND OTHER 
 VERSES. 
 
 By A. B. PATERSON, author of " The Man 
 from Snowy River." Crown 8vo, cloth gilt, 
 gilt top, 5s. [Shortly. 
 
 HISTORY OF 
 
 AUSTRALIAN BUSHRANGING. 
 
 By CHARLES WHITE, Author of " Convict 
 Life in New South Wales and Van Diemen's 
 Land " and -'The Story of the Blacks." Vol. 2 
 — 1863 to 1878, illustrated, crown 8ro, cloth 
 gilt, 3s. 6d. [Shortly. 
 
 THE POETICAL WORKS OF 
 BRUNTON STEPHENS. 
 
 With photogravure portrait, crown 8vo, cloth 
 gilt, gilt top, 5s. [Shortly. 
 
 NEW BOOK OF SCHOOL SONGS. 
 
 By HERR HUGO ALPEN, Superintendent 
 of Music to the New South Wales Department 
 of Public Instruction. Will contain a number 
 of patriotic songs, several with piano accom- 
 paniment. 64 pages. Is. [December. 
 
 EUCLID, BOOKS L, II. AND III. 
 
 By J. D. ST.CLAIR MACLARDY, M.A., 
 Mathematical Master at Port-street Training 
 School, Sydney. With Historical Introduction, 
 E&rcises, Alternative Proofs, &c. Crown 8vo, 
 cloth. Also in 2 parts, one containing Book I. 
 and the other Books II. and III. [January. 
 
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THE ANNOTATED CONSTITUTION OF 
 THE AUSTRALIAN COMMONWEALTH. 
 
 JOHN QUICK, LL.D., and E. E. GAEEAN, M.A. 
 
 The book will consist of about 1000 pages, royal 8vo 
 'i he first 250 pages will be devoted to a historical intro- 
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 of the Australian colonies; and Part IV. describes the 
 evolution of the federal movement in Australia from its 
 beginning to the final adoption of the Federal Constitution. 
 
 Then follows the text of the Imperial Act in which the 
 Constitution is embodied. The rest, and the bulk, of the 
 work is devoted to systematic commentaries on the various 
 sections of the Imperial Act, and on every important pro- 
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 history is traced, with copious references to the Debates of 
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 arguments relating to its structure. The text of correspond- 
 ing clauses in other federal Constitutions is also given. 
 
 The Commentaries include illustrative citations from 
 about 1000 English, American, and Colonial cases, and from 
 the works of leading constitutional authorities 
 
 The supreme sovereignty of the British Parliament, the 
 quasi-sovereignty of the Commonwealth, the relations of the 
 Commonwealth to the Empire, the powers of the Federal 
 Parliament, the functions of the Federal Executive and the 
 Federal Judiciary, the Inter-State Commission, and the 
 reserved rights and powers of the States, are dealt with in 
 detail. 
 
 Special prominence is given to the discussion of the 
 leading federal and national principles of the Constitution, 
 and to the important clauses dealing with trade and com- 
 merce, the control of rivers, and the regulation of railway 
 rates. 
 
 Cloth giltj 36s. [December. 
 
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 k Combination of Fry's Pure Cocoa and Extract of Malt. 
 
 HomoeopatMc 
 
 IN PACKETS. COCOa» 
 
 FRY'S CHOCOLATES IN FANCY BOXES. 
 
 ALMONDS, NOUGAT, CREAMS, 
 
 STICKS, DROPS, &c., &c., 
 
 Are the Best in the World. 
 
DAVID JONES & COMPANY'S 
 
 Orient Clothing. 
 
 A SDIT TO ME4SD 
 
 AT 
 
 63/- 
 
 SEND FOR SAMPLES? 
 
 Sent Carriage Paid to any' 
 
 Railway Station or Seaport 
 
 In the Colony. 
 
 DAYIDJONES&COMPAI 
 
 George ai^d Barrack Streets, 
 
 SYDNFY 
 
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