£.1 Hlfe• to tru-whore 111.ivo* theght a lgni lie-Sas .«* Thurs-a visit tobaccovillal atluarlers 1«* andlildgOIIg visit the ills* Bogong y, aim Bright e pro-Vongav-uu amiural in* . lo ob-o carry so rar ad Mined to nu give on.the exlie trip r than irs anil or th* 111 selves has o help Heir ej-ry sue-a fair of theTRIBUTE TO RIVER MANWill Lawson, noted Australian writer and halladlst. has | enu-d a tribute to the nteiimrj . f the late Dollar Anderson, former well-known nver skippm a.nl friend of Lawson.OLD RIVER MAN.(TO DOLLAR ANDERSON I.They named him Dollar Anderson And he was known nrar— From where the Uarwon waters ranTo far-off tloolwa Bar.Wllcannia knew him and his mates,By Waigett. too. they dream. Waiting beside the river gates For Dollar's boat to steam.To ports beyond the desert's rim. Where they will grip his hand...Oil, lonely ports where charts are dhu.Yet mateship si III is grand.ING ' *ar will turning n the I bourne r the lerjeuiit Beckerfitting includ-r stud* I night trip. y, Aug-where ty withwilljrnoouThe river ghosts have come tonightTo take a comrade home. Their shadows dim. their faces white.Their big wheels thrashing foam...-With seething wake that swirls and reels,1 The Kothbury sweeps by.The fast. Freetrader at her heels. Making the water fly...The Murnimbidgee hound -for Home,...I They'll send the signal on— With ghostly paddles grey with fiwjn.She passes and Is Rone.Farewell to Dollar Anderson,• May he have happy days. Where sweetly river waters run By the old river ways.The river ghosts have gone tonight...They’ve taken Dollar home Into the sunset where the light Still gilds the river foam.Yet he will come again, maybe.When once uguln he hears. The paddles’ roaring melody He knt*w through all the ycnra.WILL LAWSON.