[Editor: This poem by “Banjo” Paterson was published in The Man from Snowy River and Other Verses, 1895; previously published in The Bulletin, 26 February 1887.]
Only a Jockey
‘Richard Bennison, a jockey, aged fourteen, while riding William Tell in his training, was thrown and killed. The horse is luckily uninjured.’ — Melbourne Wire.
Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light,
Out on the track where the night shades still lurk,
ere the first gleam of the sungod’s returning light
Round come the racehorses early at work.
Reefing and pulling and racing so readily,
Close sit the jockey-boys holding them hard,
‘Steady the stallion there — canter him steadily,
Don’t let him gallop so much as a yard.’
Fiercely he fights while the others run wide of him,
Reefs at the bit that would hold him in thrall,
Plunges and bucks till the boy that’s astride of him
Goes to the ground with a terrible fall.
‘Stop him there! Block him there! Drive him in carefully,
‘Lead him about till he’s quiet and cool.
‘Sound as a bell! though he’s blown himself fearfully,
‘Now let us pick up this poor little fool.
‘Stunned? Oh, by Jove, I’m afraid it’s a case with him;
‘Ride for the doctor! keep bathing his head!
‘Send for a cart to go down to our place with him’ —
No use! One long sigh and the little chap’s dead.
Only a jockey-boy, foul-mouthed and bad you see,
Ignorant, heathenish, gone to his rest.
Parson or Presbyter, Pharisee, Sadducee,
What did you do for him? — bad was the best.
Negroes and foreigners, all have a claim on you;
Yearly you send your well-advertised hoard,
But the poor jockey-boy — shame on you, shame on you,
‘Feed ye My little ones’ — what said the Lord?
Him ye held less than the outer barbarian,
Left him to die in his ignorant sin;
Have you no principles, humanitarian?
Have you no precept — ‘go gather them in?’
Knew he God’s name? In his brutal profanity
That name was an oath — out of many but one —
What did he get from our famed Christianity?
Where has his soul — if he had any — gone?
Fourteen years old, and what was he taught of it?
What did he know of God’s infinite grace?
Draw the dark curtain of shame o’er the thought of it
Draw the shroud over the jockey-boy’s face.
Source:
Andrew Barton Paterson. The Man from Snowy River and Other Verses, Angus & Robertson, Sydney, 1896 [January 1896 reprinting of the October 1895 edition], pages 102-104
Previously published in: The Bulletin, 26 February 1887
Extensive research for my Award winning book – “THEIR LAST RIDE – The Fallen Jockeys of Australia” (on the almost 1,000 Oz jockeys who have lost their lives in race-related accidents from 1810 to the present day), has revealed that the name of the 14-y-o jockey referred to in the “Melbourne wire”, allegedly giving rise to the Patterson poem, ONLY A JOCKEY – WAS NOT Richard BENNIISON, but 14-y-o Richard BENSON, a son of Mr Francis Benson, and his wife, Mrs Sarah Benson (nee Page).
The rider was apprenticed to the Alphington based trainer, Mr H A Bellamy, who trained William Tell, the horse the lad had been thrown from on February 5th. He had previously trained the horse to win the Oakleigh Plate at Caulfield and the Newmarket Handicap at Flemington the previous year.
The “wire’ also contained another error when referring to William Tell being “uninjured” in the mishap, as he was so injured, to have to forego some lead-up work for his second assault in the Newmarket Handicap, which saw him finish the race as a placed favourite.
I’m not adding this comment as a “smart arse”, but as an accredited author on Australian racing history, simply to see the records set straight.
This accounts for Bennison being so elusive!!
Yes, you are right, I do have a photo of my gggUncle and as family has said he was buried alive as he was in a comma??? Very very sad the way he was spoken about, the public today would been so angry about was was written, and the fact that his real name was not told Richard Emmanuel Benson my Grandmother’s brother. Also Pro Hart did a sketch of him ….Caulfield Race track asked if I would part with photo.