This volume is from Australia and was published in 1896.
Contents:
I. "Mark Twain" On Marcus Clarke
II. Preface by Hamilton Mackinnon
III. Biography - by Hamilton Mackinnon
IV. Australian Scenery
V. Learning "Colonial Experience"
VI. Pretty Dick
VII. Poor Joe
VIII. Gentleman George's Bride
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
IX. Bullocktown (Glenorchy)
X. Grumbler's Gully
XI. Romance of Bullocktown
XII. How the Circus Came to Bullocktown
XIII. The Romance of Lively Creek
Chapter I - "Green Bushes"
Chapter II - The Mystery
Chapter III - The Sumpitan
XIV. King Billy's Troubles: or Governmental Red-Tapeism
XV. Holiday Peak
XVI. "Horace" in the Bush
XVII. Squatters Past and Present
XVIII. The Future Australian Race
Our Ancestors
Ourselves
Our Children
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Some Excerpts:
V. Learning "Colonial Experience" -
There were three of us, Dougald McAlister, Jack Thwaites, and myself. The place was called in the grandiloquent language of
the bush, "The Dinkledoodleddum Station" (I like these old
native names), because it was situated in the Dinkledoodledum
Creek. Dinkledoodledum-- a any philologist can guess by the
sound of it--means the Valley of the Rippling Streamlets; but
alas! never a rippling streamlet did out eyes behold during
our stay in the inhospitable valley.
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XI. Romance of Bullocktown -
Mr. John Hardy, the schoolmaster, was regarded with some degree of awe by the Bullocktown folks. As a general rule,
Bullocktown stood in awe of nothing under or over heaven,
believing utterly in the eternal fitness of things, and the
propriety of its own existence. But Mr. John Hardy was a
human being of a type so unfamiliar to Bullocktown, that for
once in its life the township unwillingly did reverence.
The new schoolmaster was a tall, gaunt, angular man, with a
mop of black hair, large bony hands, and black melancholy
eyes. He arrived by the night coach with no more property
than a small bag sufficed to carry, and asked Flash Harry if
the schoolmaster's house was anywhere near. Harry pointed
with his whip to the little hut which, embowered in creepers,
stood on the hill, and the new comer at once tramped away
to it, ignoring with provoking complacency the great business
of "liquoring up" which was the commercial pursuit of Bullocktown.
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XV. Holiday Peak -
It was dusk when we reached the flat, for, determined to make the most of my brief holiday, I had wandered with Wallaby Dick
all day smong the ranges.
Wallaby Dick was a lame man, with a face like one of those German toys called "nut-crackers". He was very old, and had
lived in his bark hut under the Bluff of the last fifteen years.
Wallaby could shoot or snare any living creature that bred,
and boasted that he knew every mountain-path, track, and
gully between White Swamp and Mount Dreadful. So mighty
was the prowness of his gun, that men from the stations
round about, spending a barren day stalking the scrub, would
aver that Wallaby had discovered the track which led to that
legendary Land of Plenty existing on the inaccessible summit
of the ranges, and was wont to withdraw from his kind to hunt
there.
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