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Coo-ee Reciter

<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/cover.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="866" alt="cover" /></div>   <h1 class="booktitle">THE COO-EE RECITER.</h1> BY AUSTRALIAN, BRITISH, AND AMERICAN AUTHORS.   HUMOROUS, PATHETIC, DRAMATIC, DIALECT, RECITATIONS & READINGS.   WARD, LOCK & CO., LIMITED, LONDON, MELBOURNE & TORONTO. <hr class="chap" />   <h2>CONTENTS.</h2> <div class="center"> <table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <tr> <td class="tdl">I Killed a Man at Graspan</td> <td class="tdlsc">M. Grover.</td> <td class="tdr">7</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Kitty O'Toole</td> <td class="tdlsc">W. L. Lumley.</td> <td class="tdr">9</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Ballad of the Drover</td> <td class="tdlsc">Henry Lawson.</td> <td class="tdr">10</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Rescue</td> <td class="tdlsc">Edward Dyson.</td> <td class="tdr">13</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Saltbush Bill</td> <td class="tdlsc">A. B. Paterson.</td> <td class="tdr">17</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Drought and Doctrine.</td> <td class="tdlsc">J. Brunton Stevens.</td> <td class="tdr">20</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Martyr</td> <td class="tdlsc">Victor J. Daley.</td> <td class="tdr">25</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Carrying of the Baby</td> <td class="tdlsc">Ethel Turner.</td> <td class="tdr">28</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Old Gum</td> <td class="tdlsc">Florence Bullivant.</td> <td class="tdr">34</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Murphy shall not Sing To-night</td> <td class="tdlsc">Montague Grover.</td> <td class="tdr">36</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Christmas Bells</td> <td class="tdlsc">John B. O'Hara, M.A.</td> <td class="tdr">39</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Wool is Up</td> <td class="tdlsc">Garnet Walch.</td> <td class="tdr">41</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Wool is Down</td> <td class="tdlsc">Garnet Walch.</td> <td class="tdr">42</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Highland Brigade Buries its Dead</td> <td class="tdlsc">Lieut.-Col. W. T. Reay.</td> <td class="tdr">45</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Australia's Call to Arms</td> <td class="tdlsc">John B. O'Hara, M.A.</td> <td class="tdr">49</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Good News</td> <td class="tdlsc">Garnet Walch.</td> <td class="tdr">51</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Free Trade v. Protection</td> <td class="tdlsc">Garnet Walch.</td> <td class="tdr">53</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Lion's Cubs</td> <td class="tdlsc">Garnet Walch.</td> <td class="tdr">59</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Little Duchess</td> <td class="tdlsc">Ethel Turner.</td> <td class="tdr">62</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Australia's Springtime</td> <td class="tdlsc">W. L. Lumley.</td> <td class="tdr">70</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Man that saved the Match</td> <td class="tdlsc">David M'Kee Wright.</td> <td class="tdr">73</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Ode for Commonwealth Day, 1st January, 1901</td> <td class="tdlsc"> </td> <td class="tdr">77</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">A Desperate Assault</td> <td class="tdlsc"> </td> <td class="tdr">79</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Game of Life [6]</td> <td class="tdlsc">John G. Saxe.</td> <td class="tdr">83</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Prejudice</td> <td class="tdlsc">Charlotte Perkins Stetson.</td> <td class="tdr">85</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Poor and the Rich</td> <td class="tdlsc">James Russell Lowell.</td> <td class="tdr">86</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Engineer's Story</td> <td class="tdlsc"> </td> <td class="tdr">88</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Seeing's not Believing.</td> <td class="tdlsc">Thomas Haynes Bayley.</td> <td class="tdr">90</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Caudle has been made a Mason</td> <td class="tdlsc">Douglas Jerrold.</td> <td class="tdr">93</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Mrs. Caudle's Lecture</td> <td class="tdlsc">Douglas Jerrold.</td> <td class="tdr">95</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Jim Bludso</td> <td class="tdlsc">Colonel John Hay.</td> <td class="tdr">97</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">How Uncle Mose Counted the Eggs</td> <td class="tdlsc"> </td> <td class="tdr">99</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Negro Baby's Funeral.</td> <td class="tdlsc">Will Carleton.</td> <td class="tdr">101</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Der Shpider und der Fly</td> <td class="tdlsc">Charles Follen Adams.</td> <td class="tdr">104</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Lariat Bill</td> <td class="tdlsc">G. W. H.</td> <td class="tdr">106</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Elf Child; or, Little Orphant Annie</td> <td class="tdlsc">James Whitcomb Riley.</td> <td class="tdr">108</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Alonzo the Brave and the Fair Imogene</td> <td class="tdlsc">Matthew Gregory Lewis (Monk Lewis).</td> <td class="tdr">110</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">An All-around Intellectual Man.</td> <td class="tdlsc">Tom Masson.</td> <td class="tdr">114</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">Her Ideal</td> <td class="tdlsc">Kate Masterson.</td> <td class="tdr">115</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Happy Farmer.</td> <td class="tdlsc">Mortimer C. Brown.</td> <td class="tdr">116</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Son of a Soldier</td> <td class="tdlsc">Owen Oliver.</td> <td class="tdr">118</td> </tr> <tr> <td class="tdl">The Mile</td> <td class="tdlsc">David M'Kee Wright.</td> <td class="tdr">119</td> </tr> </table></div> <hr class="chap" /> [7] <h2>THE COO-EE RECITER</h2> <hr class="chap" /> <h2 id="I_KILLED_A_MAN_AT_GRASPAN">I KILLED A MAN AT GRASPAN.</h2> (The Tale of a Returned Australian Contingenter done into verse.) <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> I killed a man at Graspan, I killed him fair in fight; And the Empire's poets and the Empire's priests Swear blind I acted right. The Empire's poets and Empire's priests Make out my deed was fine, But they can't stop the eyes of the man I killed From starin' into mine. </div> <div class="stanza"> I killed a man at Graspan, Maybe I killed a score; But this one wasn't a chance-shot home, From a thousand yards or more. I fired at him when he'd got no show; We were only a pace apart, With the cordite scorchin' his old worn coat As the bullet drilled his heart. </div> <div class="stanza"> I killed a man at Graspan, I killed him fightin' fair; We came on each other face to face, An' we went at it then and there.[8] Mine was the trigger that shifted first, His was the life that sped. An' a man I'd never a quarrel with Was spread on the boulders dead. </div> <div class="stanza"> I killed a man at Graspan; I watched him squirmin' till He raised his eyes, an' they met with mine; An' there they're starin' still. Cut of my brother Tom, he looked, Hardly more'n a kid; An', Christ! he was stiffenin' at my feet Because of the thing I did. </div> <div class="stanza"> I killed a man at Graspan; I told the camp that night; An' of all the lies that ever I told That was the poorest skite. I swore I was proud of my hand-to-hand, An' the Boer I'd chanced to pot, An' all the time I'd ha' gave my eyes To never ha' fired that shot. </div> <div class="stanza"> I killed a man at Graspan; An hour ago about, For there he lies with his starin' eyes, An' his blood still tricklin' out. I know it was either him or me, I know that I killed him fair, But, all the same, wherever I look, The man that I killed is there. </div> <div class="stanza"> I killed a man at Graspan; My first and, God! my last; Harder to dodge than my bullet is The look that his dead eyes cast. If the Empire asks for me later on It'll ask for me in vain, Before I reach to my bandolier To fire on a man again. </div> <div class="stanza"> M. Grover. </div> </div> <hr class="chap" /> [9] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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