Extract from \"The Man From Snowy River\"
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there was movement at the station, for the word had passed around that the talk from old regret had got away and had joined the wild bush horses. It was worth £1000 so all the cracks had gathered to the fray. All the tried and noted writers from the stations near and far had mustered at the homestead overnight for the Bushmen. Love, hard riding with a wild bush, Losses are, and the stock horse snuffs the battle with delight. There was Harrison, who made his Poile when Pardon won the cup. The old man with his hair is what is snow, but few could ride beside him. When his blood was feeling up, he would go wherever horse and man could. D'oh! And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand. No better horseman ever held the reins for Never horse could throw him while the settle ghosts would stand. He learned to ride while driving on the plains, and one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast. He was something like a racehorse, undersized with a touch of T Moor pony, three parts thoroughbred at least, and such a czar by mountain horsemen prized. He was hard and tough and worry just a sort that won't say die. There was courage in his quick, impatient trip, and he bore the beds of gayness in his bright and fiery I and the proud and lofty carriage off his head but still so slight and we won would doubt his power to stay on. The old man said. That horse will never do for a long and tiring gallop legend better stop away. Those hills are far too rough for such a Sze Yu, so he waited sad and wistful. Only Clancy stood his friend. I think we wanna looking come, he said. I'll warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end. For both his horse and he are mountain bred, he hails from snowy river at by Kaze Osco Side, where the hills are twice as deep and twice as rough were horses. Hooves strike firelight from the Flintstones every stride. The man that holds his own is good enough, and the snowy river writers on the mountains make their home where the river runs those giant hills between. I have seen for many horsemen since I first commenced to Rome. But no way. Yet such horsemen have I seen. So he went. They found the horses by the big memos. A clump. They raced away towards the mountains. Brow and the old man gave his orders. Boys go at them from the jump now used to try for fancy riding now and Clancy, you must reel them. Try and will them to the right. Right Boldly lead and never fear the spills for never yet was writer That could keep the mob in sight if once I gained the shelter off those fools So Clancy Road to will them He was racing on the wing where the best and boldest Reuters take their place. And he raised his stock horse past him. And he made the rangers ring with the stock with, as he met them face to face. Then they hold it for a moment while he swung the dreaded Lesh. But they saw there will love mountain full in view and they charged beneath the stock with with a sharp and sudden desh and often to the mountains scrub. They flew then fast. The horseman followed Whether gorgeous, deepened black resounded to the thunder of their trade and the stock whips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back from cliffs and trades that battled overhead and upward ever upward. The wild horses held their way, where mountain ash in courage on grew wide and the old man mattered fiercely. We may bid the mob Good day. No man can hold them down the other side. When they reached the mountain Summit, even Clancy took a pool. It might will make the boldest hold their breath. The wild hop scrub grew thickly and the hidden ground was full of one bad holes, and any slip was death. But the man from snowy River Health let the pony have his head, and he swung his stock with ground and gave a cheer, and he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed while the others stood and watched in very fear. He sent The Flintstones flying, but the pony kept its feet. He cleared the fallen timbers in his drive, and the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat. It was grand to see that mountain horsemen ride