FROM THE WRECK 



Of the ranges to eastward. The mare — could 

 she stay ? 

 She was bred verynearlyas clean as Eclipse; 

 She led, and as oft as he came to her side, 



She took the bit free and untiring as yet. 

 Her neck was arched double, her nostrils were 

 wide, 

 And the tips of her tapering ears nearly 

 met — 

 " You're lighter than I am," said Alec at last, 

 '' The horse is dead beat and the mare isn't 

 blown. 

 She must be a good one — ride on and ride fast. 

 You know your way now." So I rode on alone. 



Still galloping forward we pass'd the two flocks 



At M'lntyre's hut and McAllister's hill- 

 She was galloping strong at the Warrigal 

 Rocks — 

 On the Wallaby Range she was galloping 

 still — 

 And over the wasteland and under the wood. 

 By down and by dale, and by fell and by flat, 

 She gallop'd, and here in the stirrups I stood 



To ease her, and there in the saddle I sat 



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