Stephens, J. Brunton

Scotland/Australia (1835-1902)

The Great Pig Story of the Tweed

  1. “HANDS off, old man!” the young man cried —
  2. They stood beside the Tweed,
  3. Where still the name of Murder Creek
  4. Records some bloody deed.
  5.  
  6. The old man seized the hapless youth,
  7. With frantic grasp and rough,
  8. By what is popularly called
  9. (But vulgarly) the scruff;
  10.  
  11. And shouted as he twirled him round,
  12. And shook him to and fro,
  13. “Was them consignments pigs?… Great Scott!
  14. Was them things pigs or no?”
  15.  
  16. Wild-eyed and gaunt, and grim he stood,
  17. Beneath the scorching noon, —
  18. Cantharides P. Roebuck, late
  19. Of the steamboat Arakoon.
  20.  
  21. He was an ancient mariner,
  22. A Yankee skipper he,
  23. Whom winds of adverse destiny
  24. Had blown across the sea; —
  25.  
  26. Whom hither still had Fate pursued,
  27. And served with many a trick,
  28. Till now he roamed the Tweed a one-
  29. Idea’d lunatic; —
  30.  
  31. Whom all men shunned, for whosoe’er
  32. Upon his beat might chance,
  33. Was bound to hear his tale in each
  34. Minutest circumstance.
  35.  
  36. A tale that haunted such as heard,
  37. Nor left them night or day;
  38. A torturing enigma, too,
  39. That turned their wits astray; —
  40.  
  41. For ofttimes they, like him who told,
  42. Would vaguely wandering go,
  43. And cry, “Was them consignments pigs?
  44. Was them things pigs or no?”
  45.  
  46. “Hands off!” again the young man cried.
  47. “It’s this way, boss, you see,
  48. We’ve come a stretch of thirty mile,
  49. Her uncle, her, an’ me.
  50.  
  51. “You see it’s this way. Parson comes
  52. Our road but once a year —
  53. We lives at Yougerbungaree,
  54. Just thirty mile from here; —
  55.  
  56. “At sundown yesterday I spied
  57. The parson ridin’ past;
  58. I runs to Sue’s, an’ ‘Sue,’ says I,
  59. ‘Our chance is come at last!’
  60.  
  61. “This morning to his camp we goes,
  62. Us three, an’ mother, four;
  63. ‘Splice us,’ says we, but parson, he
  64. Puts in his blessed oar.
  65.  
  66. ” ‘Fill up this form,’ says he. We fills.
  67. ‘Hullo!’ he cries, ‘my dear!
  68. Father alive? You under age?
  69. Me marry ye! No fear.’
  70.  
  71. “(Don’t throttle, boss!) — Says parson then;
  72. ‘Go, seek a magistrate;
  73. Get his consent; an’ hurry back;
  74. I leave to-night at eight.’
  75.  
  76. “So off we starts, ten mile an hour —
  77. (For heav’n’s sake let me speak!)
  78. You see, it’s this way, boss; they’ve gone
  79. To square it with the beak.
  80.  
  81. “I’m only hangin’ round. I fixed
  82. To meet them there at one;
  83. An’ if I fail, my pretty Sue
  84. Will think I’ve cut an’ run.” —
  85.  
  86. “Was them things pigs?” — “Oh drat the pigs!
  87. It’s this way, boss, — we’re late.
  88. Think, thirty mile! the mokes dead beat!
  89. An’ parson off at eight!”
  90.  
  91. ‘Twas all in vain; and when at length,
  92. Exhausted, limp, and pale,
  93. He gave reluctant ear, ’twas thus
  94. The skipper told his tale.
  95.  
  96. “I took the things on board as pigs,
  97. As pigs I signed for them;
  98. I passed an entry on them — pigs!
  99. Pigs, sar, from starn to stem.
  100.  
  101. “Wal, wal; I little guessed that Fate
  102. Would play it down so low.
  103. Was them things pigs, d’ye hear!… But how
  104. The [Hades] should you know!
  105.  
  106. “It was the steamboat Arakoon,
  107. A craft of coasting fame;
  108. Cantharides P. Roebuck, sar,
  109. Was skipper of the same.
  110.  
  111. “The iserlated cusses here
  112. Was runnin’ all to seed
  113. When first the steamboat Arakoon
  114. Come tradin’ to the Tweed.
  115.  
  116. “Pigs, pigs, all sprung (mark that) from two,
  117. They fetched them by the score,
  118. An’ nary strain had crossed the breed
  119. For twenty year an’ more.
  120.  
  121. “I cleaned the settlement of pigs,
  122. Upp’d steam an’ tore for town,
  123. Nor guessed that them all-fired galoots
  124. Had been and done me brown.
  125.  
  126. “An’ sech a voyage! grunt and squeak!
  127. (Pard, never load with swine.)
  128. Whate’er the durned abortions wur,
  129. The grunt was genu-ine.
  130.  
  131. “A hundred thousand times I swore
  132. To drown them in the sea;
  133. But, lord, they had an idgiot look
  134. That fairly gravelled me.
  135.  
  136. “We made the port. Upon the wharf
  137. A Brisbane butcher sot,
  138. An’ through the roarin’ of the steam,
  139. He hollered, ‘What ye got?’
  140.  
  141. ” ‘Got pigs,’ sez I, ‘like bullocks, sar!’
  142. Cries butcher, ‘I’m your man,’
  143. An’ clewin’ up his apron, slick
  144. Along the plank he ran.” —
  145.  
  146. (But here the youth renewed his plaint;
  147. “Have mercy on me mate!
  148. It’s thirty miles! the mokes dead beat!
  149. An’ parson leaves at eight!”)
  150.  
  151. “He eyed the brutes,” the tale flowed on,
  152. “An’ tossed his cussed head;
  153. An’ turnin’ on his heel, sez he,
  154. ‘I thought ’twas pigs you said.’
  155.  
  156. ” ‘An’ ain’t them pigs?’ — but he was gone.
  157. Wal, though I biled at this,
  158. I tried my level best to see
  159. The p’ints he took amiss.
  160.  
  161. “But ‘cep’ a kinder cur’ous smile
  162. That squintin’ didn’t mend,
  163. An’ an appealin’ way they had
  164. Of settin’ up on end, —
  165.  
  166. “An’ cept’ about the snout a tech
  167. Of Native Porkypine,
  168. I couldn’t see no reason why
  169. That parcel wasn’t swine.
  170.  
  171. “Wal, stranger, just as I had cussed
  172. My liver into tune,
  173. Another bloomin’ butcher stepped
  174. On board the Arakoon.”
  175.  
  176. (But here, at sound of distant hoofs,
  177. The captive writhed anew;
  178. “That’s them!” he cried, “They’ve giv’n me up!
  179. Oh curse your pigs and you!”)
  180.  
  181. “No, pard — it ain’t no use to squirm.
  182. Whar was I? le’mme see.
  183. Another butcher jumps aboard;
  184. ‘Good marnin’, sar,’ sez he.
  185.  
  186. “Got any p–?’ But here he stuck.
  187. The critturs caught his eye.
  188. Sakes! how he stared as one by one
  189. The things meandered by.
  190.  
  191. “At length sez he, astoopin’ down,
  192. The better to survey,
  193. ‘I wonder now what day o’ the week
  194. The Lord created they!
  195.  
  196. ” ‘What name, mate?’ ‘Pigs, sar, PIGS!’ I yelled,
  197. ‘As prime as ever growed!
  198. D’ye know pigs when you see them, sar?’
  199. ‘Oh, pigs,’ sez he, ‘be blowed.’
  200.  
  201. “Pard, should you come across him, say
  202. That I apologize;
  203. For, oh! I banged that butcher’s head
  204. Agin the smokestack guys!
  205.  
  206. “I sought an old an’ trusted friend,
  207. A butcher in the town;
  208. I struck his diggin’s, seized him, hailed
  209. A shay, and jerked him down.
  210.  
  211. “I carried him aboard — he was
  212. A heavy man and slow —
  213. ‘Now on your naked oath,’ sez I,
  214. ‘Air them things pigs or no?’
  215.  
  216. “He made no sign, he made no sound,
  217. But something in his eye,
  218. As plain as signal lights, declared
  219. The contract was awry.
  220.  
  221. “At last sez he, consid’rin’ like,
  222. An’ strokin’ down his jaws,
  223. ‘Cantharides P., it seems to me
  224. Them pettitoes is claws!’
  225.  
  226. ” ‘Great Neptune!’ — that was all I said,
  227. And fell down in a swoon,
  228. A broken wreck, upon the deck
  229. Of the steamboat Arakoon.
  230.  
  231. “But twurn’t Finis yet, old hoss,
  232. For at the smell of gin
  233. Cantharides P. Roebuck’s soul
  234. Jumped back into his skin.
  235.  
  236. ” ‘Go, fetch me a zew-ologist!’
  237. I thundered as I rose.
  238. ‘Let’s see what larned science makes
  239. Of them ‘ere pettitoes!
  240.  
  241. ” ‘Who knows of one?’ — The fireman’s son
  242. Sez, ‘Captain, if you please,
  243. If what you mean stuffs beastises,
  244. I’ll fetch you wan o’ these.’
  245.  
  246. ” ‘Go, bub!’ I cried. ‘Make tracks to onst,
  247. An’ ketch him out or in! —
  248. This butcherin’ conspiracy
  249. Is just a trifle thin.’
  250.  
  251. “Wal, pard, the great man came. I slipped
  252. A sov’rin in his hand,
  253. Which, though he ‘peared almighty skeered,
  254. He seemed to understand.
  255.  
  256. “Sez I then, as he stooped an’ spread
  257. His hands upon his knees,
  258. ‘Illustrious zew-ologist,
  259. What articles air these?’
  260.  
  261. “A wild surprise lit up his eyes
  262. As through his specs he blinked, —
  263. ‘Dear me,’ sez he, ‘I always thought
  264. That griffins wur extinct!’
  265.  
  266. “From that to this is blank — all blank;
  267. But if ’tis true they say,
  268. I ordered round the vessel’s head,
  269. An’ ran her down the Bay.
  270.  
  271. “An’ there, in spite of mate an’ crew,
  272. An’ cook an’ fireman’s son,
  273. I slung the critturs overboard,
  274. An’ drowned them every one.
  275.  
  276. “An’ now beside this blessed Tweed
  277. I wander day an’ night,
  278. An’ vainly ask of airth an’ heaven
  279. To read the riddle right.
  280.  
  281. “I ask the sea, I ask the skies,
  282. I ask it high an’ low, —
  283. Was them ‘ere shipments pigs?… Great Scott!
  284. Was them things pigs or no?”
  285.  
  286. That night at Yougerbungaree,
  287. The house clock striking ten,
  288. Into a maiden’s presence burst
  289. The most distraught of men.
  290.  
  291. “Oh, Ned, he’s gone!” the maiden wailed.
  292. “How could you treat me so?” —
  293. For all reply there came the cry,
  294. “Was them things pigs or no?”

 J. Brunton Stephens. The Poetical Works of Brunton Stephens. Sydney: Angus and Robertson (1902).

About the Poet:

James Brunton Stephens, Scotland/Australia, (1835-1902), was a poet and also worked much of his life as a private tutor on cattle stations and as a schoolteacher. Stephens was born in Scotland and emigrated to Australia in 1866. He continued to write poetry throughout his life. Much of his work was initially published in newspapers and the periodical press.

After a period as headmaster of schools at Ashgrove and Sandgate, QLD, Stephens was appointed to a position as dispatch writer at the Colonial Secretary’s Office in the early 1880s.

Stephens’ poetic output was considerable, and encompassed a wide range of poetic forms and styles. Though his patriotic poems were among his most famous, Stephens was also skilled in verse narrative and in satirical and humorous poetry. Modern readers may be offended by the overt racism of some of Stephens’ poetry, though these works reflected the pseudo-scientific Darwinist attitudes of his age. [DES-04/18]

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