The Boy in the Bush

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On they went again; but they had not gone far before they came to what is called in Australia a "chain of ponds." The creek had partly dried up, and they had to pull and push th...

The bleeding, battered, tattered boys were so full of their adventure that they were quite angry to find every one there sound asleep. They went to bed without waking even the d...

What a reception they had when they got to the station, for they were getting anxious there about the boys as well as the little! The head-station shepherds had come in with the...

On the Wednesday night after that first Sunday we had gone to bed as late as we could in Jerry's Town, outside the bed-clothes, and with as little covering of any kind as was pr...

By-and-bye the boys came to the head of a fern-tree gully, and plunged into its moist, warm, dim, luxuriant jungle, overshadowed by gigantic trees. Even what they call the "dwar...

Walter did not trouble himself about such things. He made friends after a fashion with the men, and rode about with his father to look after the horses, and cattle, and sheep; t...

When I went out to New South Wales, I expected, from what I had read in guide-books, to see capital convict-made roads running through the colony everywhere. What I found was a...

"It is the son of Kaludie," for the third time shouted the old gin, running to throw her arms around Harry, and at the same time gashing her cheeks with a stone.

"Faix, it's the crathur's way o' divartin' himself," said the police-sergeant, who had stopped for a few minutes to hear his own creed anathematized; "and a mighty queer kind o'...