Jim’s Whip by Barcroft Boake

Jim’s Whip
by Barcroft BoakeJim’s Whip

Yes! There it hangs upon the wall
And never gives a sound:
The hand that trimmed its greenhide fall
Is hidden underground —
There, in that patch of sallee shade,
Beneath that grassy mound.

I never take it from the wall:
That whip belonged to him —
The man I singled from them all:
He was my husband, Jim.
I see him now — so straight and tall,
So long and lithe of limb.

That whip was with him night and day
When he was on the track:
I’ve often heard him laugh and say
That when they heard it crack,
After the breaking of the drought,
The cattle all came back.

And all the time that Jim was here,
A-working on the run,
I’d hear that whip ring sharp and clear
Just about set of sun,
To let me know that he was near
And that his work was done.

I was away that afternoon,
Penning the calves, when — bang!
I heard his whip: ’twas rather soon:
A thousand echoes rang
And died away among the hills,
As toward the hut I sprang.

I made the tea and waited, but,
Seized by a sudden whim,
I went and sat outside the hut
And watched the light grow dim:
I waited there till after dark,
But not a sign of Jim.

The evening air was damp with dew:
Just as the clock struck ten
His horse came riderless — I knew
What was the matter then …
Why should the Lord have singled out
My Jim from other men?

I took the horse and found him where
He lay beneath the sky,
With blood all clotted in his hair;
I felt too dazed to cry:
I held him to me as I prayed
To God that I might die.

But sometimes now I seem to hear —
Just when the air grows chill —
A single whip-crack, sharp and clear,
Re-echo from the hill.
That’s Jim! to let me know he’s near
And thinking of me still.

Ref: Australian culture.org

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My name is Moya Sharp, I live in Kalgoorlie Western Australia and have worked most of my adult life in the history/museum industry. I have been passionate about history for as long as I can remember and in particular the history of my adopted home the Eastern Goldfields of Western Australia. Through my website I am committed to providing as many records and photographs free to any one who is interested in the family and local history of the region.

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