Forbes and Bogan Gate in the NSW Parkes area before being refined on the walls of his bedroom at Maaoupe station. Separately later on it was identified the horse had been stolen from Australian outback pioneer Patsy Durack (1834–1898). Nostalgically Ogilvie wrote Back to the border of his time at Belalie station: But sling me a saddle on some good horse Bred on Belalie or Lila Springs, With the Warrego mud in his mane, of course, And the grass-feed green on his snaffle rings. Over Bourke bridge at the break of day Let me north where the red tracks run, And blindfold yet I could find my way Through Enngonia to Barringun. The thoughts were repeated in Comrades and After the horses, referring to Belalie's R-S-bar cattle brand. After Belalie, Ogilvie travelled overland to Maaoupe station in South Australia prior to November 1893 and probably earlier as an overseer, which was owned by the family of Dr James Dickson and managed by Mr John McCouchie, one of them a cousin of William Scott. Many poems were submitted under the pen name 'Glenrowan' to the South Australian The Border Watch newspaper, including A draft from Tringadee, The dapple greys, Dark lamps, The filling of the swamps, How the chestnut horse came home, Kings of the earth, and Unsung heroes. After a period, it is reported that Ogilvie rode overland back to the Bourke area, and then onto the Forbes area of the Colony of New South Wales as 'drover, horse-breaker, rouseabout, and gentleman at large'. In 1894, Ogilvie was employed as a roustabout at Gunningbland station, near Parkes, New South Wales. Later on he travelled to Nelungaloo station (owned by the Reg Lackey family), and Genangie station at Peak Hill, also near Parkes, New South Wales. It was at Nelungaloo he met and became the friend of Harry 'Breaker' Morant, even writing Ode to 'The Breaker' in bandages following a horse-riding accident. This period also saw Morant and Ogilvie become good friends all-round with Western Champion newspaper editor Gordon Tidy. With Morant's death by firing squad during the Second Boer War in South Africa in 1902, Ogilvie penned Harry Morant: Harry Morant was a friend I had In the years long passed away, A chivalrous, wild and reckless lad, A knight born out of his day, He loved a girl, and he loved a horse, And he never let down a