The Dog Guard: An Australian Story Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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There are lonesome places upon the earthA
That have never re echoed a sound of mirthA
Where the spirits abide that feast and quaffB
On the shuddering soul of a murdered laughB
And take grim delight in the fearful startC
As their unseen fingers clutch the heartC
And the blood flies out from the griping painD
To carry the chill through every veinD
And the staring eyes and the whitened facesE
Are a joy to these ghosts of the lonesome placesE
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But of all the spots on this earthly sphereF
Where these dismal spirits are strong and nearF
There is one more dreary than all the restG
'Tis the barren island of RottenestG
On Australia's western coast you mayH
On a seaman's chart of Fremantle BayH
Find a tiny speck some ten miles from shoreI
If the chart be good there is something moreI
For a shoal runs in on the landward sideG
With five fathoms marked for the highest tideG
You have nought but my word for all the restG
But that speck is the island of RottenestG
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'Tis a white sand heap about two miles longJ
And say half as wide but the deeds of wrongJ
Between man and his brother that there took placeK
Are sufficient to sully a continent's faceK
Ah cruel tales were they told as a wholeL
They would scare your polished humanity's soulL
They would blanch the cheeks in your carpeted roomM
With a terrible thought of the merited doomM
For the crimes committed still unredrestG
On that white sand heap called RottenestG
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Of late years the island is not so bareN
As it was when I saw it first for thereN
On the outer headland some buildings standG
And a flag red crossed says the patch of sandG
Is a recognized part of the wide domainD
That is blessed with the peace of Victoria's reignD
But behind the lighthouse the land's the sameO
And it bears grim proof of the white man's shameO
For the miniature vales that the island ownsP
Have a horrible harvest of human bonesP
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And how did they come there that's the wordG
And I'll answer it now with a tale I heardG
From the lips of a man who was there and sawQ
The bad end of man's greed and of colony lawQ
Many years ago when the white man firstG
Set his foot on the coast and was hated and cursedG
By the native who had not yet learned to fearF
The dark wrath of the stranger but drove his spearF
With a freeman's force and a bushman's yellR
At the white invader it then befellR
That so many were killed and cooked and eatenS
There was risk of the whites in the end being beatenS
So a plan was proposed 'twas deemed safest and bestG
To imprison the natives in RottenestG
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And so every time there was white blood spilledG
There were black men captured and those not killedG
In the rage of vengeance were sent awayH
To this bleak sand isle in Fremantle BayH
And it soon came round that a thousand menT
Were together there like wild beasts in a penT
There was not a shrub or grass blade in the sandG
Nor a piece of timber as large as your handG
But a government boat went out each dayH
To fling meat ashore and then sailed awayH
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For a year or so was this course pursuedG
Till 'twas noticed that fewer came down for foodG
When the boat appeared then a guard lay roundG
The island one night and the white men foundG
That the savages swam at the lowest tideG
To the shoal that lay on the landward sideG
'Twas a mile from the beach and then waded ashoreI
So the settlers met in grave council once moreI
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That a guard was needed was plain to allU
But nobody answered the Governor's callU
For a volunteer watch They were only a fewB
And their wild young farms gave plenty to doB
And the council of settlers was breaking upV
With a dread of the sorrow they'd have to supV
When the savage unawed and for vengeance wildG
Lay await in the wood for the mother and childG
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And with doleful countenance each to his neighborW
Told a dreary tale of the world of laborW
He had and said ' Let him watch who canX
I can't ' when there stepped to the front a manX
With a hard brown face and a burglar's browY
Who had learned the secret he uttered nowY
When he served in the chain gang in New South WalesZ
And he said to them ' Friends as all else failsZ
These 'ere natives are safe as if locked and barredG
If you'll line that shoal with a mastiff guard '-
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And the settlers looked at each other awhileA2
Till the wonder toned to a well pleased smileA2
When the brown ex burglar said he knewB
And would show the whole of 'em what to doB
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Some three weeks after the guard was setG
And a native who swam to the shoal was metG
By two half starved dogs when a mile from shoreI
And somehow that native was never seen moreI
All the settlers were pleased with the capital planX
And they voted their thanks to the hard faced manX
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For a year each day did the government boatG
Take the meat to the isle and its guard afloatG
In a line on the face of the shoal the dogsB2
Had a dry house each on some anchored logsC2
And the neck chain from each stretched just half wayH
To the next dog's house right across the BayH
Ran a line that was hideous with horrid soundsD2
From the hungry throats of two hundred houndsD2
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So one more year passed and the brutes on the logsC2
Had grown more like devils than common dogsB2
There was such a hell chorus by day and nightG
That the settlers ashore were chilled with frightG
When they thought if that legion should break awayH
And come in with the tide some fatal dayH
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But they ' scapod that chance for a man came inE2
From the Bush one day with a 'possum's skinE2
To the throat filled up with large pearls he'd foundG
To the north on the shore of the Shark's Bay SoundG
And the settlement blazed with a wild commotionS
At sight of the gems from the wealthy oceanS
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Then the settlers all began to packF2
Their tools and tents and to ask the trackF2
That the bushman followed to strike the spotG
While the dogs and natives were all forgotG
In two days from that camp on the River SwanG2
To the Shark's Bay Sound had the settlers goneH2
And no merciful feeling did one retardG
For the helpless men and their terrible guardG
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It were vain to try in my quiet roomM
To write down the truth of the awful doomM
That befell those savages prisoned thereN
When the pangs of hunger and wild despairN
Had nigh made them mad as the fiends outsideG
'Tis enough that one night through the low ebb tideG
Swam nine hundred savages armed with stonesP
And with weapons made from their dead friends' bonesP
Without ripple or sound when the moon was goneH2
Through the inky water they glided onG2
Swimming deep and scarce daring to draw a breathI2
While the guards if they saw were as dumb as deathI2
'Twas a terrible picture O God that the nightG
Were so black as to cover the horrid sightG
From the eyes of the Angel that notes man's waysJ2
In the book that will ope on the Day of DaysJ2
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There were screams when they met shrill screams of painD
For each animal swam at the length of his chainD
And with parching throat and in furious moodG
Lay awaiting not men but his coming foodG
There were short sharp cries and a line of fleckK2
As the long fangs sank in the swimmer's neckK2
There were gurgling growls mixed with human groansP
For the savages drave the sharpened bonesP
Through their enemies' ribs and the bodies sankL2
Each dog holding fast with a bone through his flankL2
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Then those of the natives who 'scaped swam backF2
But too late for scores of the savage packF2
Driven mad by the yells and the sounds of fightG
Had broke loose and followed On that dread nightG
Let the curtain fall when the red sun roseM2
From the placid ocean the joys and woesM2
Of a thousand men he had last eve seenN2
Were as things or thoughts that had never beenE2
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When the settlers returned in a month or twoB
They bethought of the dogs and the prisoned crewB
And a boat went out on a tardy questG
Of whatever was living on RottenestG
They searched all the isle and sailed back againT
With some specimen bones of the dogs and menT

John Boyle O'reilly



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