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On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low	A
The beetle browed hills brooded silent and black	B
Not yet warmed to life by the sun's loving glow	A
As through the tall tussocks rode young Charlie Mac	B
What cared he for mists at the dawning of day	C
What cared he that over the valley stern Jack	B
The Monarch of frost held his pitiless sway	C
A bold mountaineer born and bred was young Mac	B
A galloping son of a galloping sire	D
Stiffest fence roughest ground never took him aback	B
With his father's cool judgement his dash and his fire	D
The pick of Manaro rode young Charlie Mac	B
And the pick of the stable the mare he bestrode	E
Arab grey built to stay lithe of limb deep of chest	F
She seemed to be happy to bear such a load	E
As she tossed the soft forelock that curled on her	D
crest	F
They crossed Nungar Creek where its span is but	G
short	H
At its head where together spring two mountain rills	I
When a mob of wild horses sprang up with a snort	H
By thunder quoth Mac there's the Lord of	J
the Hills	I
Decoyed from her paddock a Murray bred mare	K
Had fled to the hills with a warrigal band	L
A pretty bay foal had been born to her there	K
Whose veins held the very best blood in the land	L
The Lord of the Hills as the bold mountain men	M
Whose courage and skill he was wont to defy	N
Had named him they yarded him once but since	I
then	M
He held to the saying Once bitten twice shy	N
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The scrubber thus suddenly roused from his lair	K
Struck straight for the timber with fear in his heart	O
As Charlie rose up in his stirrups the mare	K
Sprang forward no need to tell Empress to start	O
She laid to the chase just as soon as she felt	P
Her rider's skill d touch light yet firm on the rein	Q
Stride for stride lengthened wide for the green	R
timber belt	P
The fastest half mile ever done on the plain	Q
They reached the low sallee before he could wheel	S
The warrigal mob up they dashed with a stir	D
Of low branches and undergrowth Charlie could feel	S
His mare catch her breath on the side of the spur	D
That steeply slopes up till it meets the bald cone	T
'Twas here on the range that the trouble began	U
For a slip on the sidling a loose rolling stone	T
And the chase would be done but the bay in the van	U
And the little grey mare were a sure footed pair	K
He looked once around as she crept to his heel	S
And the swish that he gave his long tale in the air	K
Seemed to say Here's a foeman well worthy my	N
steel	S
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They raced to within half a mile of the bluff	V
That drops to the river the squadron strung out	W
I wonder quoth Mac has the bay had enough	V
But he was not left very much longer in doubt	W
For the Lord of the Hills struck a spur for the flat	X
And followed it leaving his mob mares and all	Y
While Empress brave heart she could climb like a	Z
cat	X
Down the stony descent raced with never a fall	Y
Once down on the level 'twas galloping ground	A2
For a while Charlie thought he might yard the big bay	C
At his uncle's out station but no He wheeled round	A2
And down the sharp dip to the Gulf made his way	C
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Betwixt those twin portals that towering high	N
And backwardly sloping in watchfulness lift	B2
Their smooth grassy summits to the far sky	N
The course of the clear Murrumbidgee runs swift	B2
No time then to seek where the crossing might be	C2
It was in at the one side and out where you could	D2
But fear never dwelt in the hearts of those three	C2
Who emerged from the shade of the low muzzle wood	D2
Once more did the Lord of the Hills strike a line	E2
Up the side of the range and once more he looked	F2
back	B
So close were they now he could see the sun shine	E2
In the bold grey eyes flashing of young Charlie Mac	B
He saw little Empress stretched out like a hound	A2
On the trail of its quarry the pick of the pack	B
With ne'er tiring stride and his heart gave a bound	A2
As he saw the lithe stockwhip of young Charlie Mac	B
Showing snaky and black on the neck of the mare	K
In three hanging coils with a turn round the wrist	G2
And he heartily wished himself back in his lair	K
'Mid the tall tussocks beaded with chill morning mist	G2
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Then he fancied the straight mountain ashes the	Z
gums	I
And the wattles all mocked him and whispered	H2
You lack	B
The speed to avert cruel capture that comes	I
To the warrigal fancied by young Charlie Mac	B
For he'll yard you and rope you and then you'll be	C2
stuck	I2
In the crush while his saddle is girthed to your back	B
Then out in the open and there you may buck	I2
Till you break your bold heart but you'll never	D
throw Mac	B
The Lord of the Hills at the thought felt the sweat	J2
Break over the smooth summer gloss of his hide	K2
He spurted his utmost to leave her but yet	J2
The Empress crept up to him stride upon stride	K2
No need to say Charlie was riding her now	L2
Yet still for all that he had something in hand	L
With here a sharp stoop to avoid a low bough	L2
Or quick rise and fall as a tree trunk they spanned	L
In his terror the brumby struck down the rough falls	I
T wards Yiack with fierce disregard for his neck	M2
Tis useless he finds for the mare overhauls	I
Him slowly no timber could keep her in check	M2
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There's a narrow beat pathway that winds to and fro	A
Down the deeps of the gully half hid from the day	C
There's a turn in the track where the hop bushes grow	A
And hide the grey granite that crosses the way	C
While sharp swerves the path round the boulder's	I
broad base	I
And now the last scene in the drama is played	N2
As the Lord of the Hills with the mare in full chase	I
Swept t wards it but ere his long stride could be	C2
stayed	N2
With a gathered momentum that gave not a chance	I
Of escape and a shuddering sickening shock	O2
He struck on the granite that barred his advance	I
And sobbed out his life a the foot of the rock	O2
While Charlie pulled off with a twitch of the rein	Q
And an answering spring from his surefooted mount	P2
One might say unscathed though a crimsoning stain	Q
Marked the graze of the granite but that would	D2
ne'er count	P2
With Charlie who speedily sprang to the earth	Q2
To ease the mare's burden his deft fingered hand	L
Unslackened her surcingle loosened tight girth	Q2
And cleansed with a tussock the spurs' ruddy brand	L
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There he lay by the rock drooping head glazing eye	N
Strong limbs stilled for ever no more would he fear	R2
The tread of a horseman no more would he fly	N
Through the hills with his harem in rapid career	R2
The pick of the Mountain Mob bays greys or roans	I
He proved by his death that the pace 'tis that kills	I
And a sun shrunken hide o'er a few whitened bones	I
Marks the last resting place of the Lord of the Hills	I

Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake

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