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"Macquarie's Mate" is a short story by Australian writer Henry Lawson, published in the early 20th century. The narrative revolves around the life and struggles of a humble worker in the Australian outback, highlighting themes of resilience, camaraderie, and the harsh realities of rural life. Through vivid descriptions and a focus on the character's personal experiences, Lawson captures the spirit of Australia during this era, illustrating the challenges faced by those living in remote areas and the deep connections formed among them. The story is a reflection of Lawson's enduring love for the Australian landscape and its people.

• Short story

								

defence--of my mate, Macquarie--”

“Oh, out with it! Spit it out, for God's sake, or you'll bust!” roared
Stiffner. “What the blazes is it?”

“HIS MATE'S ALIVE!” yelled the old man. “Macquarie's mate's alive!
That's what it is!”

He reeled back from the bar, dashed his glass and hat to the boards,
gave his pants, a hitch by the waistband that almost lifted him off his
feet, and tore at his shirt-sleeves.

“Make a ring, boys,” he shouted. “His mate's alive! Put up your hands,
Barcoo! By God, his mate's alive!”

Someone had turned his horse loose at the rear and had been standing by
the back door for the last five minutes. Now he slipped quietly in.

“Keep the old fool off, or he'll get hurt,” snarled Barcoo.

Stiffner jumped the counter. There were loud, hurried words of
remonstrance, then some stump-splitting oaths and a scuffle, consequent
upon an attempt to chuck the old man out. Then a crash. Stiffner and
Box-o'-Tricks were down, two others were holding Barcoo back, and
someone had pinned Awful Example by the shoulders from behind.

“Let me go!” he yelled, too blind with passion to notice the movements
of surprise among the men before him. “Let me go! I'll smash--any
man--that--that says a word again' a mate of mine behind his back.
Barcoo, I'll have your blood! Let me go! I'll, I'll, I'll-- Who's
holdin' me? You--you---”

“It's Macquarie, old mate!” said a quiet voice.

Barcoo thought he heard his horse again, and went out in a hurry.
Perhaps he thought that the horse would get impatient and break loose if
he left it any longer, for he jumped into the saddle and rode off.
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