FROM THE WRECK 



*' Turn out, boys " — *' What's up with our 

 super' to-night? 

 The man's mad — Two hours to daybreak 

 I'd swear — 

 Stark mad — why, there isn't a glimmer of 



light." 



"Take Bolingbroke, Alec, give Jack the 

 young mare ; 

 Look sharp. A large vessel lies jamm'd on the 

 reef. 

 And many on board still, and some wash'd 

 on shore, 

 Ride straight with the news — they may send 

 some relief 

 From the township ; and we — we can do 

 little more. 

 You, Alec, you know the near cuts ; you can 

 cross 

 The * Sugarloaf ford withascramble, I think ; 

 Don't spare the blood filly, nor yet the black 

 horse ; 

 Should the wind rise, God help them ! the 

 ship will soon sink. 

 Old Peter's away down the paddock, to drive 



The nags to the stockyard as fast as he can — 



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