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Rolf Boldrewood. In Bad Company, and other stories
In Bad Company, and other stories
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IN BAD COMPANY
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
Regina v. Stoate. Charged with Arson
CHAPTER IX
MORGAN THE BUSHRANGER
Morgan's Death, told by the Manager
HOW I BECAME A BUTCHER
A VISION OF GOLD
MOONLIGHTING ON THE MACQUARIE
AN AUSTRALIAN ROUGHRIDING CONTEST
THE MAILMAN'S YARN. AN OWER TRUE TALE
DEAR DERMOT
THE STORY OF AN OLD LOG-BOOK
A KANGAROO SHOOT
FIVE MEN'S LIVES FOR ONE HORSE
REEDY LAKE STATION
A FORGOTTEN TRAGEDY
THE HORSE YOU DON'T SEE NOW
HOW I BEGAN TO WRITE
A MOUNTAIN FOREST
THE FREE SELECTOR. A Comedietta
ACT I
ACT II
ACT III
ACT IV
BUSH HOSPITALITY
LAPSED GENTLEFOLK
SHEARING IN RIVERINA, NEW SOUTH WALES
ANCIENT SYDNEY
AFTER LONG YEARS
IN THE DROVING DAYS
THE AUSTRALIAN NATIVE-BORN TYPE
MY SCHOOL DAYS
SYDNEY FIFTY YEARS AGO
OLD TIME THOROUGHBREDS
THE FIRST PORT FAIRY HUNT
BENDEMEER
SPORT IN AUSTRALIA
OLD STOCK-RIDERS
MOUNT MACEDON
WALKS ABROAD
FROM TUMUT TO TUMBERUMBA
IN THE THROES OF A DROUGHT
A SPRING SKETCH
NEW YEAR'S DAY 1886
A DRY TIME
AUSTRALIAN COLLIES
IN THE BLOOM OF THE YEAR
FALLEN AMONG THIEVES
A TRANSFORMATION SCENE
IN BUSHRANGING DAYS
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Rolf Boldrewood
Published by Good Press, 2019
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The sun-rays were slowly irradiating 'the level waste, the rounded grey' which accurately described the landscape, in the lower Riverina, which our travellers had reached after a fortnight's travel, and where the large and pastorally famous sheep station of Tandāra had been constructed. Far as the eye could range was an unbroken expanse of sea-like plain, covered at this spring time of year with profuse vegetation—the monotony being occasionally relieved by clumps of the peculiar timber growing only amid the vast levels watered by the Darling. The wilga, the boree, and the mogil copses were in shape, outline, and area so curiously alike, that the lost wanderer proverbially found difficulty in fixing upon any particular clump as a landmark. Once strayed from the faint irregular track, often the only road between stations thirty or forty miles apart—once confused as to the compass bearings, and how little hope was there for the wayfarer, especially if weary, thirsty, and on foot! The clump of mogil or wilga trees, which he had toiled so many a mile in the burning afternoon to reach, was the facsimile of the one left, was it that morning or the one before? More than once had he, by walking in a circle, and making for apparently 'creek timber' at variance with his original course, found himself at the same clump, verified by his own tracks, and the ashes of his small fire, as the one which he had left forty-eight hours ago.
