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The night came down thro' Deadman's Gap, / Where the ghostly saplings bent / Before a wind that tore the fly / From many a digger's tent.
Dark as pitch, and the rain rushed past / On a wind that howled again; / And we crowded into the only hut / That stood on the hillside then.