Prelude
I have gathered these stories afar,
In the wind and the rain,
In the land where the cattle camps are,
On the edge of the plain.
On the overland routes of the west,
When the watches were long,
I have fashioned in earnest and jest
These fragments of song.
They are just the rude stories one hears
In sadness and mirth,
The records of wandering years,
And scant is their worth
Though their merits indeed are but slight,
I shall not repine,
If they give you one moment's delight,
Old comrades of mine.
CONTENTS
[ Preface ]
[ Prelude ]
[ Contents with First Lines: ]
[ THE MAN FROM SNOWY RIVER AND OTHER VERSES ]
[ The Man from Snowy River ]
[ Old Pardon, the Son of Reprieve ]
[ Clancy of the Overflow ]
[ Conroy's Gap ]
[ Our New Horse ]
[ An Idyll of Dandaloo ]
[ The Geebung Polo Club ]
[ The Travelling Post Office ]
[ Saltbush Bill ]
[ A Mountain Station ]
[ Been There Before ]
[ The Man Who Was Away ]
[ The Man from Ironbark ]
[ The Open Steeplechase ]
[ The Amateur Rider ]
[ On Kiley's Run ]
[ Frying Pan's Theology ]
[ The Two Devines ]
[ In the Droving Days ]
[ Lost ]
[ Over the Range ]
[ Only a Jockey ]
[ How M'Ginnis Went Missing ]
[ A Voice from the Town ]
[ A Bunch of Roses ]
[ Black Swans ]
[ The All Right 'Un ]
[ The Boss of the 'Admiral Lynch' ]
[ A Bushman's Song ]
[ How Gilbert Died ]
[ The Flying Gang ]
[ Shearing at Castlereagh ]
[ The Wind's Message ]
[ Johnson's Antidote ]
[ Ambition and Art ]
[ The Daylight is Dying ]
[ In Defence of the Bush ]
[ Last Week ]
[ Those Names ]
[ A Bush Christening ]
[ How the Favourite Beat Us ]
[ The Great Calamity ]
[ Come-by-Chance ]
[ Under the Shadow of Kiley's Hill ]
[ Jim Carew ]
[ The Swagman's Rest ]
[ [From the section of Advertisements at the end of the 1911 printing.] ]
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