The Promised Land
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Mudrooroo. The Promised Land
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
EXTRACT FROM. HER MAJESTY’S DIARY
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Mudrooroo was born in Narrogin in Western Australia in 1938. He has travelled extensively throughout Australia and the world and is now living in Brisbane. Mudrooroo has been active in Aboriginal cultural affairs, was a Member of the Aboriginal Arts Unit committee of the Australia Council, and a co-founder with Jack Davis of the Aboriginal Writers, Oral Literature and Dramatists Association. He piloted Aboriginal literature courses at Murdoch University, the University of Queensland, the University of the Northern Territory and Bond University. Mudrooroo is a prolific writer of poetry and prose and is best known for his novel, Wildcat Falling, and his critical work, Writing from the Fringe. Old Fellow Poems and Wildcat Falling are both available with his audio presentation. He has completed a new novel Balga Boy Jackson to be released in 2017.
Wildcat Falling (ebook)
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‘Yes, but about this discovery of gold,’ broke in Sir George, raising his voice to a squeal which irritated an answer from any listener it was directed at.
‘Ah yes, gold, more trouble than it’s worth. Bailey was to mount an expedition and make a track eastwards. Set up some depots for others to follow on. Survey and report on the prospects of the country. Did that, he did. Good man. Yes, dry as a bone. Couple of waterholes along the way. Dug them out. Dismal country. Natives, buck naked, pretty wretched too. God knows what they live on. Got him enough drays, carts to carry supplies to set up the depots. Provisions too. Well planned. No problems. Bit of forage about the water, not much though, and no game to speak of. Adventurous cuss, that Bailey. Shook his hand when he set out. Shook his hand when he came back. Grand sight, him going off. Stretching out like an army supply line. Less grand when he returned, though.’
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