The Man from Snowy River (6)

The Man from Snowy River (6)

Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep
  and black
Resounded to thunder of their tread,
And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely
  andswered back
From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead.
And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way,
Whhere mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide;
And the old man muttered fiercely, " We may bid the mob
  good day,
No man can hold them down the other side. "

When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy
  took a pull ー
It well might make the boldest hold their breath;
The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground
  was full
Of wmbat holes, and any slip was death.
But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head,
And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer,
And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down
  its bed,
While the others stood and watched in very fear.


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