He took the fever V ague, but he still kept up his plhck ; . , When we pulled him through he was at it again, and "Mad Maria's Luck" Was the joke of all the diggers, for no natter where he holed, Not a color he's got, though the boys all round were up to their knees in gold.
Then he struck Misplace; 'twas a desert then, a dreary and barren rapt, A hundred miles from a fowniaip, not a pigeon or pig to be got Lord only knows how he struck it. It looks a bit different now, With four hundred stamps agoing, and ten hotels in a row.
He was the first to;getrbete, and I wt» the second one, : I don't know why—bat I wanted to see what game the old cbap was on— And as I came over the ranges, with my bluey and billy and tent, - There was something seemed to tell me I was on the proper scent.
Well, I got here, footsore and weary after a three days' tramp, And there, just where the battery stands, I spied Maria's camp, And there, by that cross, was a shallow trench, some ten feet in the ground, And there, my God, lay the old man, dead, by the side of the mullock mound.
