Joe Wilson and His Mates [1]
a boast, perhaps --
But I'll win, if a man can win!
And not for gold nor the world's applause --
Though ways to the end they be --
I'll win, if a man might win, because
Of the men who believed in me.
Contents.
Prefatory Verses --
The Author's Farewell to the Bushmen.
Part I.
Joe Wilson's Courtship.
Brighten's Sister-In-Law.
`Water Them Geraniums'.
I. A Lonely Track.
II. `Past Carin''.
A Double Buggy at Lahey's Creek.
I. Spuds, and a Woman's Obstinacy.
II. Joe Wilson's Luck.
III. The Ghost of Mary's Sacrifice.
IV. The Buggy Comes Home.
Part II.
The Golden Graveyard.
The Chinaman's Ghost.
The Loaded Dog.
Poisonous Jimmy Gets Left.
I. Dave Regan's Yarn.
II. Told by One of the Other Drovers.
The Ghostly Door.
A Wild Irishman.
The Babies in the Bush.
A Bush Dance.
The Buck-Jumper.
Jimmy Grimshaw's Wooing.
At Dead Dingo.
Telling Mrs Baker.
A Hero in Dingo-Scrubs.
The Little World Left Behind.
Concluding Verses --
The Never-Never Country.
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JOE WILSON AND HIS MATES
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Part I.
Joe Wilson's Courtship.
There are many times in this world when a healthy boy is happy.
When he is put into knickerbockers, for instance, and `comes a man to-day,'
as my little Jim used to say. When they're cooking something at home
that he likes. When the `sandy-blight' or measles breaks out
amongst the children, or the teacher or his wife falls dangerously ill
-- or dies, it doesn't matter which -- `and there ain't no school.'
When a boy is naked and in his natural state for a warm climate
like Australia, with three or four of his schoolmates,
under the shade of the creek-oaks in the bend where there's a good clear pool
with a sandy bottom. When his father buys him a gun, and he starts out
after kangaroos or 'possums. When he gets a horse, saddle, and bridle,
of his own. When he has his arm in splints or a stitch in his head --
he's proud then, the proudest boy in the district.
I wasn't a healthy-minded, average boy: I reckon I was born for a poet
by mistake, and grew up to be a Bushman, and didn't know what was the matter
with me -- or the world -- but that's got nothing to do with it.
There are times when a man is happy. When he finds out
that the girl loves him. When he's just married. When he's a lawful father
for the first time, and everything is going on all right:
some men make fools of themselves then -- I know I did.
I'm happy to-night because I'm out of debt and can see clear ahead,
and because I haven't been easy for a long time.
But I think that the happiest time in a man's life is when
he's courting a girl and finds out for sure that she loves him
and hasn't a thought for any one else. Make the most of your courting days,
you young chaps, and keep them clean, for they're about the only days
when there's a chance of poetry and beauty coming into this life.
Make the best of them and you'll never regret it the longest day you live.
They're the days that the wife will look back to, anyway,
in the brightest of times as well as in the blackest,
and there shouldn't be anything in those days that might hurt her
when she looks back. Make the most of your courting days, you young chaps,
for they will never come again.
A married man knows all about it -- after a while: he sees the woman world
through the eyes of his wife; he knows what an extra moment's
pressure of the hand means, and, if he has had a hard life,
and is inclined to be cynical, the knowledge does him no good.
It leads him into awful messes sometimes, for a married man,
if he's inclined that way, has three times the chance with a woman
that a single man has -- because the married man knows. He is privileged;
he can guess pretty closely what a woman means when she says something else;
he knows just how far he can go; he can go farther in five minutes
towards coming to the point
But I'll win, if a man can win!
And not for gold nor the world's applause --
Though ways to the end they be --
I'll win, if a man might win, because
Of the men who believed in me.
Contents.
Prefatory Verses --
The Author's Farewell to the Bushmen.
Part I.
Joe Wilson's Courtship.
Brighten's Sister-In-Law.
`Water Them Geraniums'.
I. A Lonely Track.
II. `Past Carin''.
A Double Buggy at Lahey's Creek.
I. Spuds, and a Woman's Obstinacy.
II. Joe Wilson's Luck.
III. The Ghost of Mary's Sacrifice.
IV. The Buggy Comes Home.
Part II.
The Golden Graveyard.
The Chinaman's Ghost.
The Loaded Dog.
Poisonous Jimmy Gets Left.
I. Dave Regan's Yarn.
II. Told by One of the Other Drovers.
The Ghostly Door.
A Wild Irishman.
The Babies in the Bush.
A Bush Dance.
The Buck-Jumper.
Jimmy Grimshaw's Wooing.
At Dead Dingo.
Telling Mrs Baker.
A Hero in Dingo-Scrubs.
The Little World Left Behind.
Concluding Verses --
The Never-Never Country.
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JOE WILSON AND HIS MATES
------------------------
Part I.
Joe Wilson's Courtship.
There are many times in this world when a healthy boy is happy.
When he is put into knickerbockers, for instance, and `comes a man to-day,'
as my little Jim used to say. When they're cooking something at home
that he likes. When the `sandy-blight' or measles breaks out
amongst the children, or the teacher or his wife falls dangerously ill
-- or dies, it doesn't matter which -- `and there ain't no school.'
When a boy is naked and in his natural state for a warm climate
like Australia, with three or four of his schoolmates,
under the shade of the creek-oaks in the bend where there's a good clear pool
with a sandy bottom. When his father buys him a gun, and he starts out
after kangaroos or 'possums. When he gets a horse, saddle, and bridle,
of his own. When he has his arm in splints or a stitch in his head --
he's proud then, the proudest boy in the district.
I wasn't a healthy-minded, average boy: I reckon I was born for a poet
by mistake, and grew up to be a Bushman, and didn't know what was the matter
with me -- or the world -- but that's got nothing to do with it.
There are times when a man is happy. When he finds out
that the girl loves him. When he's just married. When he's a lawful father
for the first time, and everything is going on all right:
some men make fools of themselves then -- I know I did.
I'm happy to-night because I'm out of debt and can see clear ahead,
and because I haven't been easy for a long time.
But I think that the happiest time in a man's life is when
he's courting a girl and finds out for sure that she loves him
and hasn't a thought for any one else. Make the most of your courting days,
you young chaps, and keep them clean, for they're about the only days
when there's a chance of poetry and beauty coming into this life.
Make the best of them and you'll never regret it the longest day you live.
They're the days that the wife will look back to, anyway,
in the brightest of times as well as in the blackest,
and there shouldn't be anything in those days that might hurt her
when she looks back. Make the most of your courting days, you young chaps,
for they will never come again.
A married man knows all about it -- after a while: he sees the woman world
through the eyes of his wife; he knows what an extra moment's
pressure of the hand means, and, if he has had a hard life,
and is inclined to be cynical, the knowledge does him no good.
It leads him into awful messes sometimes, for a married man,
if he's inclined that way, has three times the chance with a woman
that a single man has -- because the married man knows. He is privileged;
he can guess pretty closely what a woman means when she says something else;
he knows just how far he can go; he can go farther in five minutes
towards coming to the point