FROM THE WRECK 



We crash'd through a brush fence, we splash'd 

 through a swamp — 

 We steered for the north near " the Eagle- 

 hawk's Nest" — 

 We bore to the left, just beyond " the Red 

 Camp," 

 And round the black tea-tree belt wheel'd to 

 the west — 

 Wecross'd a lowrangesicklyscentedwithmusk 

 From wattle-tree blossom — we skirted a 

 marsh — 

 Then the dawn faintly dappled with orange the 

 dusk, 

 And peal'd overhead the jay's laughter note 

 harsh, 

 And shot the first sunstreakbehindus, and soon 

 The dim dewy uplands were dreamy with 

 light, 

 And full on our left flash'd '* the reedy lagoon," 

 And sharply " the Sugarloaf " rear'd on our 

 right. 

 A smother'd curse broke through the bush- 

 man's brown beard. 

 He turn'd in his saddle, his brick-colour'd 



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