Featherstonhaugh Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Brookong station lay half asleepA
Dozed in the waning western glareB
'Twas before the run had stocked with sheepA
And only cattle depastured thereB
As the Bluccap mob reined up at the doorC
And loudly saluted FeatherstonhaughD
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My saintly preacher the leader criedE
I stand no nonsense as you're awareB
I've a word for you if you'll step outsideE
just drop that pistol and have a careB
I'll trouble you too for the key of the storeC
For we're short of tucker friend FeatherstonhaughD
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The muscular Christian showed no fearF
Though he handed the key with but small delayG
He never answered the ruffian's jeerF
Except by a look which seemed to sayG
Beware my friend and think twice beforeC
You raise the devil in FeatherstonhaughD
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Two hours after he reined his horseH
Up in Urana and straightway wentI
To the barracks the trooper was gone of courseH
Blindly nosing a week old scentI
Away in the scrub around Mount GaloreC
Confound the fellow quoth FeatherstonhaughD
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Will any man of you come with meJ
And give this Bluecap a dressing downK
They all regarded him silentlyJ
As he turned his horse with a scornful frownK
You're curs the lot of you to the coreC
I'll go by myself said FeatherstonhaughD
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The scrub was thick on UrangelineK
As he followed the tracks that twisted throughL
The box and dogwood and scented pineK
One of their horses had cast a shoeL
Steeped from his youth in forest loreC
He could track like a nigger could FeatherstonhaughD
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He paused as he saw the thread of smokeM
From the outlaw camp and he marked the soundN
Of a hobble check as it sharply brokeM
The silence that held the scrub land boundN
There were their horses two three fourC
It's a risk but I'll chance it quoth FeatherstonhaughD
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He loosened the first and it walked awayG
But his comrade's sfience could not be boughtO
For he raised his head with a sudden neighP
And plainly showed that he'd not be caughtO
As a bullet sang from a rifle boreC
It's time to be moving quoth FeatherstonhaughD
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The brittle pine as they broke awayG
Crackled like ice in a winter's pondsQ
The strokes fell fast on the cones that layG
Buried beneath the withered frondsQ
That softly carpet the sandy floorC
Swept two on the tracks of FeatherstonhaughD
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They struck that path that the stock had madeR
A dustily red well beaten trackS
The leader opened a fusilladeR
Whose target was Featherston's stooping backS
But his luck was out not a bullet toreC
As much as a shred from FeatherstonhaughD
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Rattle 'em rattle 'em fast on the padT
Where the sloping shades fell dusk and dimU
The manager's heart beat high and gladT
For he knew the creek was a mighty swimU
Already he heard a smothered roarC
They're done like a dinner quoth FeatherstonhaughD
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It was almost dark as they neared the damV
He struck the crossing as true as a hairB
For the space of a second the pony swamV
Then shook himself in the chill night airB
In a pine tree shade on the further shoreC
With his pistol cocked stood FeatherstonhaughD
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A splash an oath and a rearing horseH
A thread snapped short in the fateful loomW
The tide unaltered swept on its courseH
Though a fellow creature had met his doomW
Pale and trembling and struck with aweX
Bluccap stood opposite FeatherstonhaughD
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While the creek rolled muddily in betweenK
The eddies played with the drowned man's hatY
The stars peeped out in the summer sheenK
A night bird chirruped across the flatY
Quoth Bluecap I owe you a heavy scoreC
And I'll live to repay it FeatherstonhaughD
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But he never did for he ran his raceZ
Before he had time to fulfil his oathA2
can't think how but in any caseZ
He was hung or drowned or maybe bothA2
But whichever it was he came no moreC
To trouble the peace of FeatherstonhaughD

Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake



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