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The Man From Snowy River Analysis

Author: Poetry of Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson Type: Poetry Views: 198

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Living Verse compiled by A.K.Thompson, Jacaranda PressThere was movement at the station, for the word has passed around

That the colt from old Regret had got away,

And had joined the wild bush horses-he was worth a thousand pound,

So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.

All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far

Had mustered at the homestead overnight,

For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,

And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,

The old man with his hair as white as snow;

But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up-

He would go wherever horse and man could go.

And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand;

No better horseman ever held the reins;

For never horse could throw him while the saddle girths would stand-

He had learnt to ride while droving on the plains.And one was there, a sripling on a small and weedy beast,

He was something like a racehorse undersized,

With a touch of Timor pony-three parts thoroughbred at least-

And such as are by mountain horsemen prized.

He was hard and tough and wiry-just the sort that won't say die-

There was courage in his quick impatient tread;

And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye,And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay,

And the old man said, "That horse will never do

For a long and tiring gallop-lad, you'd better stop away,

For those hills are far too rough for such as you."

So he waited, sad and wistful-only Clancy stood his friend-"I think we ought to let him come," he said;

"I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end,

For both his horse and he are mountain bred.'He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosiosko's side,

Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough;

Where the horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flintstones every stride,

There the man that holds his own is good enough.

And the Snowy River riders in the mountains make their home,

Wher the river runs those giant hills between;

I have seen full many riders since I first commenced to roam,

But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen."So he went; they found the horses by the big mimosa clump,

They raced away towards the mountain's brow,

And the old man gave his orders, "Boys, go at them from the jump,

No use to try for fancy riding now.

And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right.

Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills,

For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight,

If once they gain the shelter of those hills."So Clancy rode to wheel them-he was racing on the wing

Where the best and boldest riders take their place.

And he raced his stock-horse past them. and he made the ranges ringWith his stock-whip, as he met them face to face.

Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash,

But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view,

And they charged beneath the stock-whip with a sharp and sudden dash,And off into the mountain scrub they flew.Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black

Resounded to the thunder of their tread,

And their stock-whips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back

from the cliffs and crags that beetled overhead.

And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way,

Where the mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide;

And the old man muttered fiercely, "We may bid the mob good-day,

For no man can hold them down the other side."When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull-

It well might make the boldest hold their breath;

For the wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full

Of wombat holes, and any slip meant death.

But the man from Snowy River let the pony have its head,

He swung his stock-whip round and gave a cheer,

And he raced him down that mountain like a torrent down its bed,

While the others stood and watched in very fear.He sent the flintstones flying, but the pony kept its feet,

He cleared the fallen timber in his stride,

And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat-

It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride.

Through the stringy barks and saplings, over rough and broken ground,

Down the hillside at a racing pace he went;

And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound

At the bottom of that terrible descent.He was right among the horses as he climbed the further hill,And the watchers on the hillside, standing mute,

Saw him ply the stock-whip fiercely; he was right among them still,

As he raced across a clearing in pursuit.

Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met

In the ranges-but a final glimpse reveals

On a dim and distant hillside, the wild horses racing yet

With the man from Snowy River at their heels.And he ran them single-handed till their flanks were white with foam;

He followed like a bloodhound in their track,

Till they halted, cowed and beaten; and he turned their heads for home,

And alone and unassisted brought them back.

But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot,

He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur;

But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot,

For never yet was mountain horse a cur.And down by Kosiosko, where the pine-clad ridges raise

Their torn and rugged battlements on high,Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze

Of a midnight in the cold and frosty sky,

And where around the Overflow the reed-beds sweep and swayTo the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,

There the man from Snowy River is a household word today,

And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.


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