Diggers then had little mercy for the loafer and the scamp --If there wasn't law and order,there was justice in the camp;And the manly independence that is found where diggers are Had a sentinel to guard it in the CAMBAROORA STAR.
There was strife about the Chinamen,who came in days of old Like a swarm of thieves and loafers when the diggers found the gold --Like the sneaking fortune-hunters who are always found behind,And who only shepherd diggers till they track them to the `find'.
Charlie wrote a slinging leader,calling on his digger mates,And he said:`We think that Chinkies are as bad as syndicates.
What's the good of holding meetings where you only talk and swear?
Get a move upon the Chinkies when you've got an hour to spare.'
It was nine o'clock next morning when the Chows began to swarm,But they weren't so long in going,for the diggers'blood was warm.
Then the diggers held a meeting,and they shouted:`Hip hoorar!
Give three ringing cheers,my hearties,for the CAMBAROORA STAR.'
But the Cambaroora petered,and the diggers'sun went down,And another sort of people came and settled in the town;The reefing was conducted by a syndicate or two,And they changed the name to `Queensville',for their blood was very blue.
They wanted Brown to help them put the feathers in their nests,But his leaders went like thunder for their vested interests,And he fought for right and justice and he raved about the dawn Of the reign of Man and Reason till his ads.were all withdrawn.
He was offered shares for nothing in the richest of the mines,And he could have made a fortune had he run on other lines;They abused him for his leaders,and they parodied his rhymes,And they told him that his paper was a mile behind the times.
`Let the times alone,'said Charlie,`they're all right,you needn't fret;For I started long before them,and they haven't caught me yet.
But,'says he to me,`they're coming,and they're not so very far --Though I left the times behind me they are following the STAR.
`Let them do their worst,'said Charlie,`but I'll never drop the reins While a single scrap of paper or an ounce of ink remains:
I've another truth to tell them,though they tread me in the dirt,And I'll print another issue if I print it on my shirt.'
So we fought the battle bravely,and we did our very best Just to make the final issue quite as lively as the rest.
And the swells in Cambaroora talked of feathers and of tar When they read the final issue of the CAMBAROORA STAR.
Gold is stronger than the tongue is --gold is stronger than the pen:
They'd have squirmed in Cambaroora had I found a nugget then;But in vain we scraped together every penny we could get,For they fixed us with their boycott,and the plant was seized for debt.
'Twas a storekeeper who did it,and he sealed the paper's doom,Though we gave him ads.for nothing when the STAR began to boom:
'Twas a paltry bill for tucker,and the crawling,sneaking clown Sold the debt for twice its value to the men who hated Brown.
I was digging up the river,and I swam the flooded bend With a little cash and comfort for my literary friend.
Brown was sitting sad and lonely with his head bowed in despair,While a single tallow candle threw a flicker on his hair,And the gusty wind that whistled through the crannies of the door Stirred the scattered files of paper that were lying on the floor.
Charlie took my hand in silence --and by-and-by he said:
`Tom,old mate,we did our damnedest,but the brave old STAR is dead.'
Then he stood up on a sudden,with a face as pale as death,And he gripped my hand a moment,while he seemed to fight for breath:
`Tom,old friend,'he said,`I'm going,and I'm ready to --to start,For I know that there is something --something crooked with my heart.
Tom,my first child died.I loved her even better than the pen --Tom --and while the STAR was dying,why,I felt like I did THEN.
Listen!Like the distant thunder of the rollers on the bar --Listen,Tom!I hear the --diggers --shouting:`Bully for the STAR!''
