On Eugowra Station
written by Jim Low

Eugowra Rock

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Eugowra Rock Escort Robbery

 

On Eugowra Station

© Jim Low

Behind a rock on Eugowra Station  
Gardiner’s gang lies in wait
From the goldfields, heading their way
A wealth of riches they contemplate.

Coloured shirts and scarves disguise them   
Loaded guns are by their side
Twenty paces from the roadway
Where the gold-escort will ride.

Bullock teams, bound for the diggings
Are stopped to block the escort’s way
Now the coach must come much nearer 
And become the robbers’ prey.

    Twenty paces. covered faces
    In rocky places, more disgraces
    Police chases through open spaces,
    Hide the traces for time races by

A cracking whip, the pound of hoof beats
Signal that the coach is near
It’s after four and dust clouds circle
Around the coach, as it appears.

Blast of gunfire, horses rearing
Windows shatter, a victim’s cries
Through the smoky haze of gunfire
The coach is plundered for its prize.
  
    Twenty paces. covered faces
    In rocky places, more disgraces
    Police chases through open spaces,
    Hide the traces for time races by

For many years this rock has been here
Witnessed sacred rites of old
Called Coonbong,it still possesses
The spirit of a warrior bold.

The desecration of such places
Sometimes an unconscious thing
How the rock viewed Gardiner’s doings
I must admit, I’m wondering.
   
    Twenty paces. covered faces
    In sacred places, more disgraces
    Police chases through open spaces,
    Hide the traces for time races by

As I slowly walk this hillside
See the purple curse abounds
Search for clues to understanding -
A sense of place and ghostly sounds.