Volume 152 — A CALL TO THE COW PONIES.
Reading edition
They sent us from Coorong and Cooper The pick of the Wallaby Track To serve us as gunner and trooper, To serve us as charger and hack; From Budgeribar to Blanchewater They rifled the runs of the West, That whatever his fate in the slaughter A man might ride home on the best. We dealt with the distant Dominion, We bought in the far Argentine; The worth of our buyers' opinion Is proved to the hilt in the line; The Clydes from the edge of the heather, The Shires from the heart of the grass, And the Punches are pulling together The guns where the conquerors pass. So come with us, buckskin and sorrel, And come with us, skewbald and bay; Your country's girth-deep in the quarrel, Your honour is roped to the fray; Where flanks of your comrades are foaming 'Neath saddle and trace-chain and band, We look for the kings of Wyoming To speak for the sage-brush and sand. W.H.O.
Commercial Candour.
From an Indian trade-circular:—
"All our goods are guaranteed made of the best material and equal to none in the market."
"The approach of the storm was heralded by a magnificent display of, for a time, almost intermittent lightning."—Pall Mall Gazette.
Followed, it may be presumed, by well-nigh interrupted peals of thunder and nearly occasional downpours of rain.
"One always feels humiliated when one is stumped about a quite common thing.... All you could see a little way iff was that they were very dwarg and very thick, and the peculiar coloul baffled us...."
A Country Diary in "Manchester Guardian."
Stumped we may be by the above, but humiliated—never!