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We specked as boys o'er worked-out ground / By littered fiat and muddy stream, / We watched the whim horse trudging round, / And rode upon the circling beam, / Within the old uproarious mill / Fed mad, insatiable stamps, / Mined peaceful gorge and gusty hill / With pan, and pick, and gad, and drill, / And knew the stir of sudden camps.
By yellow dams in summer days / We puddled at the tom; for weeks / Went seeking up the tortuous ways / Of gullies deep and hidden creeks. / We worked the shallow leads in style, / And hunted fortune down the drives, / And missed her, mostly by a mile -- / Once by a yard or so. The while / We lived untrammelled, easy lives.