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The drover's camp one evening in hushful calm lay still, / Its fitful flickering firelight made bright the western hill; / The bronzed and bearded drover had stretched himself to rest, / In childlike peaceful slumber, his arms across his breast.
His saddle formed a pillow, the thick, coarse grass his bed, / While mounting sparks were casting a halo round his head.