Central stories museum (story!)

We have been learning about gold this term. At the central stories museum, we did a treasure hunt and also we learned about Russel Clarke. Here is a story that  Russel Clarke painted

                                         Scotty and Billy were down in the town, they'd heard a
                                        strong rumour, that gold had been found.
                                        "Keep your ears open, My bonnie wee hound," said
                                        Scotty to Billy, "we'll both hang around.''

                                         ''You're right,'' shouted Scotty, ''The word is now out
                                         There'll be great confusion, There'll be a rout.'' ''Och
                                         aye,'' howled wee Billy,'' so let's make a start.'' The
                                         town has gone crazy, No horses, No cradles, No
                                         whiskey, No stout, not even scotch oats or haggis
                                         about.''
                                       

                                         ''We'll follow the crowd, we'll go with the flow,
                                         we'll take up the challenge, wherever they go.''
                                         ''Och aye,'' panted Billy, '' I'll do as you say, but I
                                         canna see trees, to sniff on this way.'' ''Whe're up
                                        there,'' said scotty, ''whe're keeping the pace, with
                                       Irish and british and folk of all race.'' ''From all walks
                                        of life, the scum and the best, all scrambling for gold,
                                        thats everyones quest.''

                                         ''Och aye,'' wheezed Billy, ''I'm losing my breath,
                                         It's a hard road, I need a rest.'' ''Eureka! we've found
                                        it!'' ''An angel was sent.'' ''Gabriel from heaven Made
                                        earthly descent.'' ''Gabriel the angel appeared on this
                                        day, it must have been destined that here we would stay.''

                                         ''Och aye,'' sneered wee Billy, ''Have it your way,
                                        But I bet that st Andrew had plenty to say.''

                                         He hauled out the gravel, He hauled out the stone,
                                        ''I'd much rather dig up a great juicy bone.''
                                       

                                                   The miners are leaving, not many stay,
                                                  and those that are left, have strange
                                                  Eastern ways. Darkness is falling, three
                                                 strangers approached, '' hoots mon,'' muttered
                                                 Scotty, ''I think I see ghosts.''

                                         Morning approaches, the brave and strong, race
                                        over the mountains, singing Bonnie Scotch songs.
                                        ''By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes,
                                        We knew that we'd make it one bright, sunny day.''

                                        And then it was sighted, A rainbow, no less, A bow
                                        of all colours, Appeared in the west. at its end
                                        something sparkled, at its end something glowed,
                                        it's gold! shouted scotty, ''The end of the road.''

"Och aye", sighed wee Billy, "Now, can we go home?"

"I can't keep my mind off that big juicy bone",

Triumphant and happy, they headed to town.

Not thinking of danger, They'd not heard a sound.

But lurking in shadow, and hidden well back,

Were evil bushrangers, About to attack.

To find out the rest of the story visit the central stories museum!