This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 Excerpt: ...with a scramble, I think; Don't spare the blood filly, nor yet the black horse; Should the wind rise, God help them! the ship will soon sink. Old Peter's away down the paddock, to drive The nags to the stockyard as fast as he can--A life and death matter; so, lads, look alive," Half-dress'd, in the dark to the ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 Excerpt: ...with a scramble, I think; Don't spare the blood filly, nor yet the black horse; Should the wind rise, God help them! the ship will soon sink. Old Peter's away down the paddock, to drive The nags to the stockyard as fast as he can--A life and death matter; so, lads, look alive," Half-dress'd, in the dark to the stockyard we ran. There was bridling with hurry, and saddling with haste, Confusion and cursing for lack of a moon; "Be quick with these buckles, we've no time to waste;" "Mind the mare, she can use her hind legs to some tune." "Make sure of the crossing-place; strike the old track, They've fenced off the new one; look out for the holes On the wombat hills." "Down with the slip rails; stand back." "And ride, boys, the pair of you, ride for your souls." In the low branches heavily laden with dew, In the long grasses spoiling with deadwood that day, Where the blackwood, the box, and the bastard oak grew, Between the tall gumtrees we gallop'd away--We crash'd through a brush fence, we splash'd through a swamp--We steered for the north near "the Eaglehawk's Nest"--We bore to the left, just beyond "the Red Camp," And round the black tea-tree belt wheel'd to the west--We cross'd a low range sickly scented with musk From wattle-tree blossom--we skirted a marsh--Then the dawn faintly dappled with orange the dusk, And peal'd overhead the jay's laughter note harsh, And shot the first sunstreak behind us, and soon The dim dewy uplands were dreamy with light, And full on our left flash'd "the reedy lagoon," And sharply "the Sugarloaf" rear'd on our right. A smother'd curse broke through the bushman's brown beard, He turn'd in his saddle, his brick-colour'd cheek Flush'd...
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Used-Acceptable. Fair in maroon cloth with gilt. Undated, & with no edition stated. End papers browned, with insect nibbling; bad loss of colour on back board; spine browned and bumped.
