The Lost Leichhardt

The Lost Leichhardt by Andrew Barton Paterson

Ludwig Leichhardt vanished into the Australian interior in 1848, and half a century later, when a British scientific society announces a fresh expedition to find traces of the lost explorer, Paterson greets the news with mock solemnity that quickly curdles into satire. He opens by saluting the "daring men from Britain's shore" and their "fearless bulldog breed" as they take up the "fearful task" of following Leichhardt's vanished trail — but the tribute is a setup, not a eulogy. Paterson's real subject is not Leichhardt at all, but the absurd gap between the mythic hardship of the original expedition and the tame, commercialised Queensland the new searchers will actually blunder into. Where Leichhardt himself "toiled and starved in vain" crossing the outback on foot and horseback, these latter-day pioneers will simply board "the Queensland railway train." The frontier Leichhardt died trying to map has, in Paterson's telling, been thoroughly domesticated: an Aboriginal tracker offers to trade bush knowledge for a pint of beer rather than bushcraft or reverence; squatters' homesteads blare the popular music-hall tune "Daisy Bell" from their pianos instead of standing silent and remote; and the "forests vast" that should hold brooding mystery instead disgorge commercial travellers scurrying about their trade. The poem's comic climax piles on the indignities the earnest new expedition can expect to face — not spears, thirst, or hostile terrain, but a notorious colonial brand of rotgut, "the Longreach Horehound Beer," and, worst of all, the discovery that some enterprising "scurvy knave" has already built a pub squarely on the site of Leichhardt's grave. The final stanza delivers Paterson's mock-elegiac punchline, circling back to the refrain that "things have changed" since Leichhardt died, and advising the well-meaning British pioneers that they would do better to stay home. What reads on its surface as a poem "about" a lost explorer is really Paterson's dry commentary on turn-of-the-century Australia's transformation: the vast, perilous, half-mythologised bush that swallowed Leichhardt has, within two generations, become a landscape of railways, beer advertising, and petty commerce — a place where genuine exploration is no longer possible because there is nothing left unexplored, or unexploited, to find. First published in The Bulletin on 14 October 1899, the poem exemplifies Paterson's recurring technique of using a famous piece of national lore or history as a springboard for wry social observation rather than straightforward heroic narrative, deflating romantic notions of the outback with the same practical, satirical eye he brought to bush life throughout his verse.

By Andrew Barton Paterson · First published 1940 · Genre: Poetry, Satire, Historical Poetry · 375 words

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An English scientific society is fitting out a pioneering / party to search for traces of the lost explorer Leichhardt

Another search for Leichhardt's tomb, / Though fifty years have fled / Since Leichhardt vanished in the gloom, / Our one Illustrious Dead!

But daring men from Britain's shore, / The fearless bulldog breed, / Renew the fearful task once more, / Determined to succeed.

Rash men, that know not what they seek, / Will find their courage tried. / For things have changed on Cooper's Creek / Since Ludwig Leichhardt died.

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Australian poetry · exploration · adventure · mystery · tragedy · historical · narrative poem · outback · wilderness · expedition · survival · death

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