章节正文
While the stars shine out above us,
Like the eyes of those who love us -
The eyes of those who watch and wait to greet the cattle home.
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The plains are all awave with grass,
The skies are deepest blue;
And leisurely the cattle pass
And feed the long day through;
But when we sight the station gate,
We make the stockwhips crack,
A welcome sound to those who wait
To greet the cattle back:
And through the twilight falling
We hear their voices calling,
As the cattle splash across the ford and churn it into foam;
And the children run to meet us,
And our wives and sweethearts greet us,
Their heroes from the Overland who brought the cattle home.
Page: 15
THE FIRST SURVEYOR
`THE opening of the railway line! - the Governor and all!
`With flags and banners down the street, a banquet and a ball.
`Hark to 'em at the station now! They're raising cheer on cheer!
```The man who brought the railway through - our friend the engineer!''
`They cheer his pluck and enterprise and engineering skill!
`'Twas my old husband found the pass behind that big Red Hill.
`Before the engineer was grown we settled with our stock
`Behind that great big mountain chain, a line of range and rock -
Page: 16
`A line that kept us starving there in weary weeks of drought,
`With ne'er a track across the range to let the cattle out.
`'Twas then, with horses starved and weak and scarcely fit to crawl,
`My husband went to find a way across that rocky wall.
`He vanished in the wilderness, God knows where he was gone,
`He hunted till his food gave out, but still he battled on.
`His horses strayed - 'twas well they did - they made towards the grass,
`And down behind that big red hill they found an easy pass.
`He followed up and blazed the trees, to show the safest track,
`Then drew his belt another hole and turned and started back.
`His horses died - just one pulled through with nothing much to spare;
Page: 17
`God bless the beast that brought him home, the old white Arab mare!
`We drove the cattle through the hills, along the new-found way,
`And this was our first camping-ground - just where I live to-day.
`Then others came across the range and built the township here,
`And then there came the railway line and this young engineer.
`He drove about with tents and traps, a cook to cook his meals,
`A bath to wash himself at night, a chain-man at his heels.
`And that was all the pluck and skill for which he's cheered and praised,
`For after all he took the track, the same my husband blazed!
`My poor old husband, dead and gone with never feast nor cheer;
`He's buried by the railway line! - I wonder can he hear
`When down the very track he marked, and close to where he's laid,
Page: 18
`The cattle trains go roaring down the one-in-thirty grade.
`I wonder does he hear them pass and can he see the sight,
`When through the dark the fast express goes flaming by at night.
`I think 'twould comfort him to know there's someone left to care,
`I'll take some things this very night and hold a banquet there!
`The hard old fare we've often shared together, him and me,
`Some damper and a bite of beef, a pannikin of tea:
`We'll do without the bands and flags, the speeches and the fuss,
`We know who ought to get the cheers and that's enough for us.
`What's that? They wish that I'd come down - the oldest settler here!
`Present me to the Governor and that young engineer!
`Well, just you tell his Excellence and put the thing polite,
`I'm sorry, but I can't come down - I'm dining out to-night!'
Page: 19
MULGA BILL'S BICYCLE
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze;
He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;
He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;
He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine;
And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride,
The grinning shop assistant said, `Excuse me, can you ride?'
`See, here, young man,' said Mulga Bill, `from Walgett to the sea,
`From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh, there's none can ride like me.
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`I'm good all round at everything, as everybody knows,
`Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows.
`But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight;
`Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a wild cat can it fight.
`There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel,
`There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel,
`But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight:
`I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight.'
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that sought his own abode,
That perched above the Dead Man's Creek, beside the mountain road.
He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray,
But ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away.
Page: 21
It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver streak,
It whistled down the awful slope, towards the Dead Man's Creek.
It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box:
The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks,
The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground,
As Mulga Bill, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound.
It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree,
It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be;
And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek
It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dead Man's Creek.
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that slowly swam ashore:
He said, `I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before;
Page: 22
`I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five pound bet,
`But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet.
`I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; it's shaken all my nerve
`To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve.
`It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek, we'll leave it lying still;
`A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill.'
Page: 23
THE PEARL DIVER
KANZO MAKAME, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee,
Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the sea,
Trudged o'er the bed of the ocean, searching industriously.
Over the pearl-grounds, the lugger drifted - a little white speck:
Joe Nagasaki, the `tender', holding the life-line on deck,
Talked through the rope to the diver, knew when to drift or to check.
Kanzo was king of his lugger, master and diver in one,
Diving wherever it pleased him, taking instructions from none;
Hither and thither he wandered, steering by stars and by sun.
Page: 24
Fearless he was beyond credence, looking at death eye to eye:
This was his formula always, `All man go dead by-and-bye -
`S'posing time come no can help it - s'pose time no come, then no die.'
Dived in the depths of the Darnleys, down twenty fathom and five;
Down where by law and by reason, men are forbidden to dive;
Down in a pressure so awful that only the strongest survive:
Sweated four men at the air pumps, fast as the handles could go,
Forcing the air down that reached him heated, and tainted, and slow -
Kanzo Makame the diver stayed seven minutes below;
Came up on deck like a dead man, paralysed body and brain;
Suffered, while blood was returning, infinite tortures of pain:
Sailed once again to the Darnleys - laughed and descended again!
.
.
.
.
.
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Scarce grew the shell in the shallows, rarely a patch could they touch;
Always the take was so little, always the labour so much;
Always they thought of the Islands held by the lumbering Dutch,
Islands where shell was in plenty lying in passage and bay,
Islands where divers could gather hundreds of shell in a day:
But the lumbering Dutch, with their gunboats, hunted the divers away.
Joe Nagasaki, the `tender', finding the profits grow small,
Said, `Let us go to the Islands, try for a number one haul!
`If we get caught, go to prison - let them take lugger and all!'
Kanzo Makame, the diver - knowing full well what it meant -
Fatalist, gambler, and stoic, smiled a broad smile of content,
Flattened in mainsail and foresail, and off to the Islands they went.
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Close to the headlands they drifted, picking up shell by the ton,
Piled up on deck were the oysters, opening wide in the sun,
When, from the lee of the headland, boomed the report of a gun.
Once that the diver was sighted pearl-shell and lugger must go.
Joe Nagasaki decided - quick was the word and the blow -
Cut both the pipe and the life-line, leaving the diver below!
Kanzo Makame, the diver, failing to quite understand,
Pulled the `haul up' on the life-line, found it was slack in his hand;
Then, like a little brown stoic, lay down and died on the sand.
Joe Nagasaki, the `tender', smiling a sanctified smile,
Headed her straight for the gunboat - throwing out shells all the while -
Then went aboard and reported, `No makee dive in three mile!
Page: 27
`Dress no have got and no helmet - diver go shore on the spree;
`Plenty wind come and break rudder - lugger get blown out to sea:
`Take me to Japanee Consul, he help a poor Japanee!'
.
.
.
.
.
So the Dutch let him go, and they watched him, as off from the Islands he ran,
Doubting him much, but what would you? You have to be sure of your man
Ere you wake up that nest-full of hornets - the little brown men of Japan.
Down in the ooze and the coral, down where earth's wonders are spread,
Helmeted, ghastly, and swollen, Kanzo Makame lies dead:
Joe Nagasaki, his `tender', is owner and diver instead.
Wearer of pearls in your necklace, comfort yourself if you can,
These are the risks of the pearling - these are the ways of Japan,
`Plenty more Japanee diver, plenty more little brown man!'
Page: 28
THE CITY OF DREADFUL THIRST
THE stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke -
`They say we folks in Narromine are narrow-minded folk.
`But all the smartest men down here are puzzled to define
`A kind of new phenomenon that came to Narromine.
`Last summer up in Narromine 'twas gettin' rather warm -
`Two hundred in the water-bag, and lookin' like a storm -
`We all were in the private bar, the coolest place in town,
`When out across the stretch of plain a cloud came rollin' down,
Page: 29
`We don't respect the clouds up there, they fill us with disgust,
`They mostly bring a Bogan shower - three rain-drops and some dust;
`But each man, simultaneous-like, to each man said, "I think
`That cloud suggests it's up to us to have another drink!"
`There's clouds of rain and clouds of dust - we'd heard of them before,
`And sometimes in the daily press we read of "clouds of war":
`But - if this ain't the Gospel truth I hope that I may burst -
Like the eyes of those who love us -
The eyes of those who watch and wait to greet the cattle home.
Page: 14
The plains are all awave with grass,
The skies are deepest blue;
And leisurely the cattle pass
And feed the long day through;
But when we sight the station gate,
We make the stockwhips crack,
A welcome sound to those who wait
To greet the cattle back:
And through the twilight falling
We hear their voices calling,
As the cattle splash across the ford and churn it into foam;
And the children run to meet us,
And our wives and sweethearts greet us,
Their heroes from the Overland who brought the cattle home.
Page: 15
THE FIRST SURVEYOR
`THE opening of the railway line! - the Governor and all!
`With flags and banners down the street, a banquet and a ball.
`Hark to 'em at the station now! They're raising cheer on cheer!
```The man who brought the railway through - our friend the engineer!''
`They cheer his pluck and enterprise and engineering skill!
`'Twas my old husband found the pass behind that big Red Hill.
`Before the engineer was grown we settled with our stock
`Behind that great big mountain chain, a line of range and rock -
Page: 16
`A line that kept us starving there in weary weeks of drought,
`With ne'er a track across the range to let the cattle out.
`'Twas then, with horses starved and weak and scarcely fit to crawl,
`My husband went to find a way across that rocky wall.
`He vanished in the wilderness, God knows where he was gone,
`He hunted till his food gave out, but still he battled on.
`His horses strayed - 'twas well they did - they made towards the grass,
`And down behind that big red hill they found an easy pass.
`He followed up and blazed the trees, to show the safest track,
`Then drew his belt another hole and turned and started back.
`His horses died - just one pulled through with nothing much to spare;
Page: 17
`God bless the beast that brought him home, the old white Arab mare!
`We drove the cattle through the hills, along the new-found way,
`And this was our first camping-ground - just where I live to-day.
`Then others came across the range and built the township here,
`And then there came the railway line and this young engineer.
`He drove about with tents and traps, a cook to cook his meals,
`A bath to wash himself at night, a chain-man at his heels.
`And that was all the pluck and skill for which he's cheered and praised,
`For after all he took the track, the same my husband blazed!
`My poor old husband, dead and gone with never feast nor cheer;
`He's buried by the railway line! - I wonder can he hear
`When down the very track he marked, and close to where he's laid,
Page: 18
`The cattle trains go roaring down the one-in-thirty grade.
`I wonder does he hear them pass and can he see the sight,
`When through the dark the fast express goes flaming by at night.
`I think 'twould comfort him to know there's someone left to care,
`I'll take some things this very night and hold a banquet there!
`The hard old fare we've often shared together, him and me,
`Some damper and a bite of beef, a pannikin of tea:
`We'll do without the bands and flags, the speeches and the fuss,
`We know who ought to get the cheers and that's enough for us.
`What's that? They wish that I'd come down - the oldest settler here!
`Present me to the Governor and that young engineer!
`Well, just you tell his Excellence and put the thing polite,
`I'm sorry, but I can't come down - I'm dining out to-night!'
Page: 19
MULGA BILL'S BICYCLE
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze;
He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;
He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;
He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine;
And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride,
The grinning shop assistant said, `Excuse me, can you ride?'
`See, here, young man,' said Mulga Bill, `from Walgett to the sea,
`From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh, there's none can ride like me.
Page: 20
`I'm good all round at everything, as everybody knows,
`Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows.
`But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight;
`Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a wild cat can it fight.
`There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel,
`There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel,
`But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight:
`I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight.'
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that sought his own abode,
That perched above the Dead Man's Creek, beside the mountain road.
He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray,
But ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away.
Page: 21
It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver streak,
It whistled down the awful slope, towards the Dead Man's Creek.
It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box:
The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks,
The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground,
As Mulga Bill, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound.
It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree,
It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be;
And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek
It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dead Man's Creek.
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that slowly swam ashore:
He said, `I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before;
Page: 22
`I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five pound bet,
`But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet.
`I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; it's shaken all my nerve
`To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve.
`It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek, we'll leave it lying still;
`A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill.'
Page: 23
THE PEARL DIVER
KANZO MAKAME, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee,
Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the sea,
Trudged o'er the bed of the ocean, searching industriously.
Over the pearl-grounds, the lugger drifted - a little white speck:
Joe Nagasaki, the `tender', holding the life-line on deck,
Talked through the rope to the diver, knew when to drift or to check.
Kanzo was king of his lugger, master and diver in one,
Diving wherever it pleased him, taking instructions from none;
Hither and thither he wandered, steering by stars and by sun.
Page: 24
Fearless he was beyond credence, looking at death eye to eye:
This was his formula always, `All man go dead by-and-bye -
`S'posing time come no can help it - s'pose time no come, then no die.'
Dived in the depths of the Darnleys, down twenty fathom and five;
Down where by law and by reason, men are forbidden to dive;
Down in a pressure so awful that only the strongest survive:
Sweated four men at the air pumps, fast as the handles could go,
Forcing the air down that reached him heated, and tainted, and slow -
Kanzo Makame the diver stayed seven minutes below;
Came up on deck like a dead man, paralysed body and brain;
Suffered, while blood was returning, infinite tortures of pain:
Sailed once again to the Darnleys - laughed and descended again!
.
.
.
.
.
Page: 25
Scarce grew the shell in the shallows, rarely a patch could they touch;
Always the take was so little, always the labour so much;
Always they thought of the Islands held by the lumbering Dutch,
Islands where shell was in plenty lying in passage and bay,
Islands where divers could gather hundreds of shell in a day:
But the lumbering Dutch, with their gunboats, hunted the divers away.
Joe Nagasaki, the `tender', finding the profits grow small,
Said, `Let us go to the Islands, try for a number one haul!
`If we get caught, go to prison - let them take lugger and all!'
Kanzo Makame, the diver - knowing full well what it meant -
Fatalist, gambler, and stoic, smiled a broad smile of content,
Flattened in mainsail and foresail, and off to the Islands they went.
Page: 26
Close to the headlands they drifted, picking up shell by the ton,
Piled up on deck were the oysters, opening wide in the sun,
When, from the lee of the headland, boomed the report of a gun.
Once that the diver was sighted pearl-shell and lugger must go.
Joe Nagasaki decided - quick was the word and the blow -
Cut both the pipe and the life-line, leaving the diver below!
Kanzo Makame, the diver, failing to quite understand,
Pulled the `haul up' on the life-line, found it was slack in his hand;
Then, like a little brown stoic, lay down and died on the sand.
Joe Nagasaki, the `tender', smiling a sanctified smile,
Headed her straight for the gunboat - throwing out shells all the while -
Then went aboard and reported, `No makee dive in three mile!
Page: 27
`Dress no have got and no helmet - diver go shore on the spree;
`Plenty wind come and break rudder - lugger get blown out to sea:
`Take me to Japanee Consul, he help a poor Japanee!'
.
.
.
.
.
So the Dutch let him go, and they watched him, as off from the Islands he ran,
Doubting him much, but what would you? You have to be sure of your man
Ere you wake up that nest-full of hornets - the little brown men of Japan.
Down in the ooze and the coral, down where earth's wonders are spread,
Helmeted, ghastly, and swollen, Kanzo Makame lies dead:
Joe Nagasaki, his `tender', is owner and diver instead.
Wearer of pearls in your necklace, comfort yourself if you can,
These are the risks of the pearling - these are the ways of Japan,
`Plenty more Japanee diver, plenty more little brown man!'
Page: 28
THE CITY OF DREADFUL THIRST
THE stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke -
`They say we folks in Narromine are narrow-minded folk.
`But all the smartest men down here are puzzled to define
`A kind of new phenomenon that came to Narromine.
`Last summer up in Narromine 'twas gettin' rather warm -
`Two hundred in the water-bag, and lookin' like a storm -
`We all were in the private bar, the coolest place in town,
`When out across the stretch of plain a cloud came rollin' down,
Page: 29
`We don't respect the clouds up there, they fill us with disgust,
`They mostly bring a Bogan shower - three rain-drops and some dust;
`But each man, simultaneous-like, to each man said, "I think
`That cloud suggests it's up to us to have another drink!"
`There's clouds of rain and clouds of dust - we'd heard of them before,
`And sometimes in the daily press we read of "clouds of war":
`But - if this ain't the Gospel truth I hope that I may burst -
- welcome [´welkəm]
a.受欢迎的；可喜的 (初中英语单词) - twilight [´twailait] n.黎明；黄昏 (初中英语单词)
- splash [splæʃ] v.&n.溅水声；涉水而进 (初中英语单词)
- opening [´əupəniŋ] n.开放；开端 a.开始的 (初中英语单词)
- governor [´gʌvənə] n.总督；州长 (初中英语单词)
- enterprise [´entəpraiz] n.企业；雄心；胆识 (初中英语单词)
- wilderness [´wildənis] n.荒地，荒野 (初中英语单词)
- settler [´setlə] n.移居者；殖民者 (初中英语单词)
- assistant [ə´sistənt] n.助手；助理；助教 (初中英语单词)
- fright [frait] n.惊吓；恐怖；怪人 (初中英语单词)
- lively [´laivli] a.活泼的；热烈的 (初中英语单词)
- shaken [´ʃeikən] shake的过去分词 (初中英语单词)
- whistle [´wisəl] v.吹哨 n.口哨；汽笛 (初中英语单词)
- plunge [plʌndʒ] v.插进 n.投入；冲击 (初中英语单词)
- henceforth [´hens´fɔ:θ] ad.今后；从今以后 (初中英语单词)
- wherever [weər´evə] conj.无论在哪里 (初中英语单词)
- thither [´ðiðə] ad.到那里 a.那边的 (初中英语单词)
- pressure [´preʃə] n.压榨 vt.对...施压力 (初中英语单词)
- rarely [´reəli] ad.难得；非凡地 (初中英语单词)
- lumbering [´lʌmbəriŋ] n.伐木(业) (初中英语单词)
- knowing [´nəuiŋ] a.会意的，心照不宣的 (初中英语单词)
- aboard [ə´bɔ:d] ad.&prep.在...上 (初中英语单词)
- helmet [´helmit] n.钢盔 (初中英语单词)
- dreadful [´dredful] a.可怕的；讨厌的 (初中英语单词)
- mostly [´məustli] ad.主要地；多半；通常 (初中英语单词)
- shower [´ʃauə] n.展出者；阵雨；淋浴 (初中英语单词)
- banquet [´bæŋkwit] n.宴会，盛宴 (高中英语单词)
- engineering [,endʒi´niəriŋ] n.工程技术；工程学 (高中英语单词)
- hurried [´hʌrid] a.仓促的，慌忙的 (高中英语单词)
- sturdy [´stə:di] a.坚强的；坚定的 (高中英语单词)
- formula [´fɔ:mjulə] n.公式；配方；原则 (高中英语单词)
- forbidden [fə´bidn] forbid的过去分词 (高中英语单词)
- infinite [´infinit] a.无限的，无穷的 (高中英语单词)
- finding [´faindiŋ] n.发现物；判断；结果 (高中英语单词)
- decided [di´saidid] a.明显的；决定的 (高中英语单词)
- consul [´kɔnsəl] n.领事；执政官 (高中英语单词)
- ghastly [´gɑ:stli] a.苍白的；可怕的 (高中英语单词)
- phenomenon [fi´nɔminən] n.现象；奇迹；珍品 (高中英语单词)
- gospel [´gɔspəl] n.福音；信条；真理 (高中英语单词)
- leisurely [´leʒəli] a.从容地，慢慢地 (英语四级单词)
- township [´taunʃip] n.乡；区 (英语四级单词)
- flaming [´fleimiŋ] a.熊熊燃烧的；热情的 (英语四级单词)
- excellence [´eksələns] n.优秀；杰出；优点 (英语四级单词)
- precipice [´presipis] n.悬崖；危急的处境 (英语四级单词)
- outlaw [´autlɔ:] n.歹徒 vt.将...放逐 (英语四级单词)
- fathom [´fæðəm] n.英寻 vt.推测，揣摩 (英语四级单词)
- swollen [´swəulən] swell的过去分词 (英语四级单词)
- necklace [´neklis] n.项链 (英语四级单词)
- overland [´əuvə,lænd, ,əuvə´lænd] a.陆上的 ad.陆上 (英语六级单词)
- resplendent [ri´splendənt] a.灿烂的；辉煌的 (英语六级单词)
- lordly [´lɔ:dli] a.高贵的；高傲的 (英语六级单词)
- despairing [di´speəriŋ] a.感到绝望的 (英语六级单词)
- holding [´həuldiŋ] n.保持，固定，存储 (英语六级单词)
- taking [´teikiŋ] a.迷人的 n.捕获物 (英语六级单词)
- divers [´daivə(:)z] a.&pron.若干个 (英语六级单词)
- gambler [´gæmblə] n.赌徒 (英语六级单词)
- headland [´hedlənd] n.岬 (英语六级单词)
- rudder [´rʌdə] n.(方向)舵；指导原则 (英语六级单词)
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