Australia: Andy and the Baby Kangaroo (The World of Make-believe Stories Book 1)
This third book in the Waltz for Matilda saga is set in , at the height of the Depression. Miss Matilda is still running Drinkwater Station, but has put aside her own tragedy to help those suffering in tough economic times and Joey, from The Girl from Snowy River, uses his new medical skills to solve a mystery. The year is and the world is at war. Nancy Clancy left school at fourteen to spend a year droving, just like her grandfather Clancy of the Overflow. Yet despite the threat of Japanese invasion, Moira resists, wanting to stay near her husband Ben.
But not even Nancy of the Overflow can stop the fall of Singapore and the capture of so many Australian troops. When their ship is bombed, Nancy, Moira and Gavin are reported missing. Back home at Gibbers Creek, Michael refuses to believe the girl he loves has died. As Darwin, Broome and even Sydney are bombed, Australians must fight to save their country. But as Michael and the families of Gibbers Creek discover, there are many ways to love your country, and many ways to fight for it. This is a story about ultimate survival and the deepest kinds of love.
Hippies wear beads, demonstrators march against the Vietnam War, and the world waits to see the first human steps on the moon's surface. But at Gibbers Creek, Jed Kelly sees ghosts, from the past and future, at the Drinkwater billabong where long ago the swaggie leaped to his defiant death.
Don't Look Now Book 1: Falling For It and The Kangapoo Key Ring
But is seventeen-year-old Jed a con artist or a survivor? When she turns up at Drinkwater Station claiming to be the great-granddaughter of Matilda Thompson's dying husband, Jed clearly has secrets. As does a veteran called Nicholas, who was badly wounded in the Vietnam War and now must try to create a life he truly wants to live, despite the ghosts that haunt him too. Set during the turbulence of the late s, this was a time when brilliant and little-known endeavours saw Australia play a vital role in Neil Armstrong's 'one giant leap for mankind' on that first unforgettable moon walk.
The Ghost by the Billabong is a story of deep conflicts and enduring passions - for other people, for the land, and for the future of humanity. Birrung is living with Mr Johnson, chaplain to the Australian colony in , and his family. Generous in spirit, the Johnson family also take in Barney and Elsie who have only just been surviving on their meagre daily rations.
Despite living with the Johnsons, Birrung's connection to her people remains strong, and when Mr and Mrs Johnson see how Barney's feeling for Birrung are growing, they gently explain that his friendship with a 'native' girl and all that she taught him about her language and lore must remain a secret - forever. Simon French writes sensitively about believable and interesting characters that often face a real struggle in their lives. Bon has had a difficult life but as Kieran gets to know him he realises that they have more in common that just being cousins.
Iluak meets with several bears but it is the meeting with a fierce Viking leader which is the most terrifying. The story is set in the time when the indigenous peoples of that region followed the seasons and the paths of migratory animals. It is an absorbing and at times exciting story. Amazingly, the characters come to life. Their sensei or teacher is old and skinny but very wise in the way of Zen, and Zen sayings provide much of the humour of the book.
The story is exciting, lively and often very funny. Very useful, although things can get a little out of control when a sneeze can literally blast your head off! When John Johnson's friend Crystal is kidnapped by a crime boss with four arms, John convinces his friend Ravi to pack him up and send him to the USA on a rescue mission- via parcel post!
- La Crise de la conscience européenne (1680-1715) (Nouvelles Etudes Historiques) (French Edition).
- Glasbruch (German Edition);
- Things in Australia That Will Kill You - Animals That Will Try to Kill You - Thrillist!
- 101 Expressões Em Inglês Empregando Do e Make (Portuguese Edition).
- A Conversation Amongst Cows ... & other animal conversations.
This is his first novel for younger readers. The story of the many adventures of Snugglepot and Cuddlepie, gumnut babies, who are always under threat from the wicked banksia men. Delightful illustrations, especially in the hardback edition, with a number of colour plates. Children love all his books. The story of Colin Mudford, whose little brother Luke is diagnosed with cancer. This is a bittersweet novel about the lengths we will go to for our loved ones, and that sometimes the hardest thing to deal with is the knowledge you cannot save them.
Toad Heaven pb , Toad Surprise pb and Toad Away pb are the sequels. Jamal and Bibi are ordinary kids who love soccer and kids will relate to their plight as they are forced to flee Afghanistan and attempt to come to Australia. Amazingly enough it is often very funny, but in class discussions there will be so much that can be discussed.
Jamal and Bibi are now in Australia in a detention camp for refugees. Bridget and Menzies decide to rescue them. There are many crazy situations but Gleitzman will succeed in making children laugh and cry. Once I saved a girl called Zelda from a burning house. Once I made a Nazi with toothache laugh. My name is Felix. This is my story. This is a very difficult topic but is treated with humour and tragedy. This series has been hugely popular in Australia and around the world for a number of years now. These titles are still highly sought after in schools. There are many dangers but Felix meets them with courage and selflessness.
Once and Then combines the first two books in one volume. A family of four children are left alone on their farm in outback Australia while their father is at war. Then they receive the devastating news that he is missing in action and they are to be sent to their uncle in Kensington, England. The children are delightfully fun and clever, and their uncle is not quite as mad and crotchety as he first appears. Lots of adventure and animals. There are three books in the series so far. Andy and his friend and illustrator Terry Denton often push the adult books off best seller lists. Collections of very funny stories with an irreverent, infectious humour which kids love.
Excellent for reluctant readers. Very silly with lots of pictures. Another in the Aussie Bites series. She and her family lead an isolated life in the outback and her Dad, a dingo trapper, is away for weeks at a time. In her search for identity and independence, Audrey tries being a swaggie, a teacher and a man. She also ponders loss as she contemplates life without Stumpy, her invisible friend. And what if her Dad never comes back? An exuberant and engaging story with a very Australian flavour. Audrey's exuberance is somewhat dampened by crotchety old Mrs Paterson, who is accommodating them.
But you can't keep a good girl down! In her inimitable style, Audrey sets about finding the old lady's good side. Audrey hides her and brings her food, whilst wrestling with the dilemma of whether to tell her Mum and Dad or not. Taj is accompanying his Afghan father and helps to look after their camels which provide the key to their chances of succeeding in this very dangerous journey where the shortage of water is of constant concern. This is a convincing and interesting account of the dangers of the journey and also of the relationships between the English explorers and Taj and his father and a young Aboriginal tracker whose skills in finding water were also essential for the success of the journey.
Humorous, engaging, sad and full of vitality this is the story of 16 year old Jack and his friends, his family, his hopes and his fears. Twelve year Sam is mad about soccer and then, to his surprise, discovers a girl who is also mad about soccer. His family has just shifted into a trendy suburb which is enclosed by a high wall and he hates it.
The kids are in the sixth grade in an Australian country school, kms from the sea. Through their individual voices, we gradually get to know them and their new teacher. The book is often very funny. Herrick succeeds in vividly bringing to life this story about a small community and how people can make a difference through their actions. There are lots of problems in the world and this novel looks at kids who are struggling with knowing what to do with a number of them.
Here three kids succeed in getting together and helping each other and others. Herrick tells their story with a lot of humour. The three main characters are very sympathetic, Hunter especially is wonderfully written, and the message of small gestures making great change is very well done.
Until he finds Charlie the guinea pig who looks like an oversized rat and they meet Isabelle who is waiting for something anything to happen. And when Ron plans a musical welcome for Isabelle's nana, anything just might happen. A verse novel. However Bonnie has a very special gift; she has taught the animals on the farm to do the most amazing tricks and when the circus comes to town then her farm animals are called upon to show all their skills.
An engaging story about a child who thinks she is ordinary but who really is quite extraordinary. They make a formidable team. It is about memory and loss, the power of story and of truth to change lives. Darius Bell lives with his family in a huge old house which was bequeathed to the family by the Town Council on the proviso that they present a special gift to the Council every 25 years.
Darius is certain that his father has neither the money nor the ideas to come up with a special gift that will satisfy the Council and so he is the one who searches and finally finds the beautiful Glitter pool. He constantly has to use all his ingenuity to ensure that nothing disturbs the guests and visitors to the Hotel, especially not the atrocious behaviour of little Sylvia Smothers-Carruthers, the spoilt seven year old grand-daughter of the owners.
I found the tone of these stories very appealing and loved the ironic humour as Mr Badger so calmly endeavours to stop the potential disasters which constantly threaten. The very amusing illustrations perfectly match the stories. Funny and believable. The emails fly backwards and forwards providing much amusement as well as glimpses of the difference and similarities between their lives and also some of the history linking the two countries. His stories are funny, quirky and often have a strange twist to the ending.
May we have a moment of your time?
Rascal Stories by Paul Jennings, illustrated by Bob Lea Rascal the Dragon is an engaging young stray dragon who has been adopted by a young boy and his father in much the same way that a family would take in a stray puppy. The stories are enjoyable, humorous and very simply written for children just beginning to read. Also would be good for ESL.
Singenpoo series by Paul Jennings Wacky stories about Singenpoo the remarkable cat who can read and even play Scrabble. Large print, simple text and illustrations. These have been hugely popular for a number of years. His family were English immigrants and he felt that he was an outsider. You see, Ricky can fly. The only catch is that if anyone sees him flying he plummets to the ground immediately. Dangerous, and very, very embarrassing. There are lots of laughs as Ricky tries to refine his skill without being seen. This is the first book in a four-book series, published in quick succession, and each book contains two stories with lots of black and white line illustrations.
I lay no more claim to originality than is due to one who has arranged his matter in his own way, and added a few thoughts suggested and accruing. Guthrie Carey began life young. He was not a week over twenty-one when, between two voyages, he married Lily Harrison, simply because she was a poor, pretty, homeless little girl, who had to earn her living as a nondescript lady-help in hard situations, and never had a holiday. He saw her in a Sandridge boarding-house, slaving beyond her powers, and made up his mind that she should rest.
With sailor zeal and promptitude, he got the consent of her father, who was glad to be rid of her out of the way of a new wife; took the trembling, clinging child to the nearest parson, and made her a pensioner on his small wages in a tiny lodging of her own. From "Sisters". The old command, "Charge! A few cuts, kicks and pulling down, and the job was done too quickly for their wonted ardour, for they actually thrust their bayonets on the body of the dead and wounded strewed about on the ground. A wild "hurrah! The night of the 10th our supply was down to three gallons.
None could be spared for the horses now, none could be spared for beef-boiling, only a little for bread, and a drop each to drink. Every rock-hole we had seen--but one--was dry. Alexander Spring would be dry. We should have to make for the Empress Spring, fifty miles beyond. Every thing pointed to the probability of this sequence of events, therefore the greatest care must be exercised. The horses would die within a few miles, but the camels were still staunch in spite of the weakening effect of the sand-ridges, so there was no need for anxiety.
Yet we could not help feeling anxious; one's nerves get shaky from constant wear and tear, from want of food and rest. We had been in infinitely worse positions than this; in fact, with health and strength and fresh camels no thought of danger would have been entertained, but it is a very different matter after months of constant strain on body and mind.
Faith--that is the great thing, to possess--faith that all is for the best, and that all will "pan out" right in the end. Kennedy , by William Carron, a survivor of the expedition. Kennedy and eight other companions on the expedition were either killed by aborigines or died of starvation. William Carron was one of the survivors. The text also includes statements by Jackey Jackey, an aborigine who accompanied the expedition, and by others involved in the subsequent search and rescue of the survivors.
At times, you may see men, half-mad, throwing sovereigns, like halfpence, out of their pockets into the streets; and I once saw a digger, who was looking over a large quantity of bank-notes, deliberately tear to pieces and trample in the mud under his feet every soiled or ragged one he came to, swearing all the time at the gold-brokers for "giving him dirty paper money for pure Alexander gold; he wouldn't carry dirt in his pocket; not he; thank God! I sent for Hankey, and asked him about cells. He says that the gaol is crowded to suffocation. There are six men, each sentenced to solitary confinement, in a cell together.
The cell is called the "nunnery". It is small, and the six men were naked to the waist when I entered, the perspiration pouring in streams off their naked bodies! It is disgusting to write of such things. The discovery of a continental island like Australia was not a deed that could be performed in a day. The coast, as the boats drew near Port Jackson, wore so unfavourable an appearance, that Captain Phillip's utmost expectation reached no farther than to find what Captain Cook, as he passed by, thought might be found, shelter for a boat.
In this conjecture, however, he was most agreeably disappointed, by finding not only shelter for a boat, but a harbour capable of affording security to a much larger fleet than would probably ever seek for shelter or security in it. In one of the coves of this noble and capacious harbour, equal if not superior to any yet known in the world, it was determined to fix the settlement; and on the 23rd [January, ], having examined it as fully as the time would allow, the governor and his party left Port Jackson and its friendly and peaceful inhabitants for such he everywhere found them , and returned to Botany Bay.
And away circles the colt, slapping at the bit with his front feet, whilst your historic saddle shines in the sun, and the stirrup-irons occasionally meet high in the air. And away in chase go two of the chaps on their bits of stuff. Meanwhile, you explain to the other two that the spill serves you right for riding so carelessly; and that, though your soul lusts to have it out with the colt, a stringent appointment in the township will force you to clear as soon as you can get your saddle. Such is life.
Saturday, 28th. In the P. At this time we saw several people a shore, 4 of whom where carrying a small Boat or Canoe, which we imagin'd they were going to put in to the Water in order to Come off to us; but in this we were mistaken. Being now not above 2 Miles from the Shore Mr. Banks, Dr. Solander, Tupia, and myself put off in the Yawl, and pull'd in for the land to a place where we saw 4 or 5 of the Natives, who took to the Woods as we approached the Shore; which disappointed us in the expectation we had of getting a near View of them, if not to speak to them.
But our disappointment was heightened when we found that we no where could effect a landing by reason of the great Surf which beat everywhere upon the shore. We saw haul'd up upon the beach 3 or 4 small Canoes, which to us appeared not much unlike the Small ones of New Zeland. In the wood were several Trees of the Palm kind, and no under wood; and this was all we were able to observe from the boat, after which we return'd to the Ship about 5 in the evening.
A large coal port, Wollongong, lies a little to the southward. At this time it fell Calm, and we were not above a Mile and a half from the Shore, in 11 fathoms, and within some breakers that lay to the Southward of us; but luckily a light breeze came off from the Land, which carried us out of danger, and with which we stood to the Northward. At daylight in the morning we discover'd a Bay, Botany Bay. I believe that, both in the old country and in the neighboring colonies, as well as in Queensland, the early incidents of our origin and growth will furnish a by no means useless contribution to the great store of facts which concern the general progress of humanity.
Unfortunately, few amongst us have time or opportunity to collect that portion which elucidates either; while day by day the sources of information are decreasing, and those who could either furnish it, or indicate where it could be found, are silently passing away. Thus believing, and thus regretfully observing, I have collected the material for the first volume, and wrought as I have been enabled in its arrangement and distribution. The reasons for this book are as followWhilst talking over early days with Mr. Courtenay-Luck, the popular Secretary of the Commercial Travellers' Club, that gentleman suggested that I should write a paper, to be read at a meeting of the Historical Society of Queensland.
There was a man seated at a table in what appeared to be a vast physical laboratory. On the table, which was littered with instruments and apparatus, stood a large glass tank in which a fish could be seen swimming. The silence was broken only by occasional movements of the man utterly absorbed in the work he was doing. Out of the Silence. The political story of Australia is not an obviously interesting story. Great things have happened, but they have happened gradually, and without observation.
There have been no wars of conquest, for a handful of people were dowered with a continent; no wars of defence, for the continent was protected by the fleet of Nelson; no racial conflict, for the people were as entirely British as the people of the British Isles. The great battles of freedom had been already fought and won before Australia came of age.
The principles of Democracy and Liberty, of Colonial Home Rule and Responsible Government, had been recognised as essential principles of British civilisation. Australians had not to fight; they had only to ask, and to argue. There were mistakes and delays and friction; but in general, Australia got the full privileges of British citizenship as soon as Australia was ready to use them with advantage to herself. Our story has not been the story of a people striving to be free.
It has been the story of an infant society gradually growing into the freedom that was recognised to be its natural birthright. They had reached the Murray, and Sturt now held the second key to the riddle of the rivers: the ring was closing fast--the upper Darling, Macquarie, Lachlan, Murrumbidgee, and now the Murray--no longer mysteries, but very unromantic realities.
From Charles Sturt. Amidst the ardour with which geographical research has been patronized and prosecuted in almost every other portion of the globe, it is a subject of surprise and regret that so little anxiety should have been shown by geographers, and even by men of science in general, to increase our knowledge of the interior of the Australian continent. But so it is,--that land of anomalies may still be said to be almost a terra incognita; and, limited as may be the information which we possess of its internal features, yet, with the conviction that some concise notice of the way in which that knowledge has been progressively acquired will not prove altogether uninteresting to the Geographical Society, I beg to lay before it, in a brief view, the results of the several expeditions, which have been employed in inland discovery since the first settlement was formed at Port Jackson; to which I have added, a few occasional remarks on the different routes which have been pursued On this the islanders conducted our people farther up the country, and indeed to a most pleasant place, where they seated them under a very sightly Belay , on mats of a very delicate texture, and variety of beautiful colours, treating them with two cocoa-nuts, one for the chief, and one for our skipper.
A Continuation of a Voyage to New Holland, etc. A New Voyage Round the World. The greyhounds pursued a kangaroo rat into a hollow tree, out of which we dragged it: it is an animal as large as a rabbit, but with the figure of a kangaroo. A few years since this country abounded with wild animals; but now the emu is banished to a long distance, and the kangaroo is become scarce; to both the English greyhound has been highly destructive. It may be long before these animals are altogether exterminated, but their doom is fixed. From 'The Voyage of the Beagle'. Thaddeus Keene was well known in Melbourne; Oliver Manx had seen to that detail.
Keene was a great traveller, and had no relations, few friends, and a host of acquaintances. He travelled widely. Acquaintances are rarely inquisitive. They ask questions when met, some of their questions bordering on the inquisitive; but with absence comes forgetfulness on their part. Certainly, it was strange that, with Keene's re-appearance in Melbourne social life, Oliver Manx made one of his frequent absences from Sydney. Oliver Manx had found Thaddeus Keene useful. Yet he was only one of quite a number of unattached Australians who roamed their country, turning up at infrequent intervals in the cities and towns they call "home.
They held only one likeness. Whenever one of them appeared in public in any city, the others, including Oliver Manx, were absent from their home towns, on private and unobtrusive business. From: —The Kahm Syndicate. Just picture the scene for yourself. The weird, unexplored land stretches away on every side, though one could not see much of it on account of the grassy hillocks.
I, a white man, was alone among the blacks in the terrible land of "Never Never,"--as the Australians call their terra incognita; and I was wrestling with a gigantic cannibal chief for the possession of two delicately-reared English girls, who were in his power. From The Sentimental Bloke. On our return, when nearing Pancridge, the horse cast a shoe, and the other boy and I took him to a forge.
The other boy left me at the forge for a time, and went for a stroll. By-and-bye we both went back to the boat, and, on reaching Brood, my companion told me that he had a beautiful long-sleeved plush waistcoat that his mother had given him. He arranged that when we got to Wolverhampton I was to take the waistcoat and try and sell it so that with the money we might go to the play together at Birmingham. I was told to say that the waistcoat was my own, and was quite unaware that it had been stolen when I was waiting with the horse at Pancridge. I went on my errand and, near the courthouse, I saw a man whom I thought looked a likely purchaser.
I asked him if he would like to buy a waistcoat, assuring him that it was my own property. He said, "Oh yes, come in and let me have a look at it. He told me that he was looking for someone of my sort as the coach from Pancridge had brought notice of the robbery. Thus was I, though innocent, again laid by the heels in Wolverhampton.
My lord, not guilty, I assure you! This copyright work was written in and permission has been given to Project Gutenberg to list it. The author writes, in the Introduction to the book It is not a book about law enforcement agencies, and it is not written from the point of view of the police officer. From a literary perspective, I have told this story through the eyes of numerous computer hackers. In doing so, I hope to provide the reader with a window into a mysterious, shrouded and usually inaccessible realm.
Who are hackers? Why do they hack? There are no simple answers to these questions. Each hacker is different. To that end, I have attempted to present a collection of individual but interconnected stories, bound by their links to the international computer underground. These are true stories, tales of the world's best and the brightest hackers and phreakers. There are some members of the underground whose stories I have not covered, a few of whom would also rank as world-class. In the end, I chose to paint detailed portraits of a few hackers rather than attempt to compile a comprehensive but shallow catalogue.
Amongst other calamities attendant on this visitation [of a terrible cyclone] was the loss of a small coasting schooner, named the 'Eva', bound from Cleveland to Rockingham Bay, with cargo and passengers. Only those who have visited Australia can picture to themselves the full horror of a captivity amongst the degraded blacks with whom this unexplored district abounds; and a report of white men having been seen amongst the wild tribes in the neighbourhood of the Herbert River induced the inhabitants of Cardwell to institute a search party to rescue the crew of the unhappy schooner, should they still be alive; or to gain some certain clue to their fate, should they have perished.
This Australian Idyll is largely based on reminiscences of a year spent as school teacher at the spot described. The haunting memories of that unique year in my life still pursued me, on my return to London, amid medical studies at St. Thomas's Hospital. I attempted at intervals to throw those memories into a fictional form, and my friend Oliver Schreiner, interested in my experiment, encouraged me to pursue it. This was round about the year , some eight years after leaving the real Sparkes Creek, but while my memories of the life there were still vivid and precise.
But I put it aside, making no attempt at publication. Apart from the fact that it was far removed from the field of my choosen work in life, I suspected that if the book ever wandered into the real Kanga Creek it might give offence to people for whom I cherished only friendly feelings. Taken from the Historical Records of Australia , this ebook details Evans' journey to the Bathurst Plains and his discovery, during a second journey, of the Lachlan River.
An account of the manners and customs of the Aborigines and the state of their relations with Europeans-- included in Journals of Expeditions of Discovery , above. We again moved away at dawn, through a country which gradually become more scrubby, hilly, and sandy. The horses crawled on for twenty-one miles, when I halted for an hour to rest, and to have a little tea from our now scanty stock of water. The change which I had noticed yesterday in the vegetation of the country, was greater and more cheering every mile we went, although as yet the country itself was as desolate and inhospitable as ever.
In the course of our journey this morning, we met with many holes in the sheets of limestone, which occasionally coated the surface of the ground; in these holes the natives appeared to procure an abundance of water after rains, but it was so long since any had fallen, that all were dry and empty now. In one deep hole only, did we find the least trace of moisture; this had at the bottom of it, perhaps a couple of wine glasses full of mud and water, and was most carefully blocked up from the birds with huge stones: it had evidently been visited by natives, not an hour before we arrived at it, but I suspect they were as much disappointed as we were, upon rolling away all the stones to find nothing in it.
In the history of exploration are to be found some of the brightest examples of courage and fortitude presented by any record. In the succeeding pages I have tried to bring these episodes prominently to the fore, and bestow upon them the meed of history. Ernest Favenc.
The most important discovery, which the following pages record, is certainly that of the navigable river in Moreton Bay, four hundred miles to the northward of Port Jackson, since this is the direction in which it is desirable to extend the colony of New South Wales. The honour of this discovery has fortunately fallen to the lot of Mr. Oxley, to indemnify him for his double disappointment in the termination of the rivers Lachlan and Macquarie.
The wonder is, not that he has discovered it; but that this adventure should have been reserved for him; for the master of one of the vessels belonging to the colonial government had been to Moreton Bay only a few months before Mr. Oxley, for the very purpose of survey; and Captain Cook, as long ago as the year , suggested, that "some on board having, in addition to a small space where no land was visible, also observed that the sea looked paler than usual, were of opinion that the bottom of Moreton Bay opened into a river. Includes an account of Bass and Flinders discoveries on the east coast of Australia.
There is no probability, that any other detached body of land, of nearly equal extent, will ever be found in a more southern latitude; the name Terra Australis will, therefore, remain descriptive of the geographical importance of this country, and of its situation on the globe: it has antiquity to recommend it; and, having no reference to either of the two claiming nations, appears to be less objectionable than any other which could have been selected.
Had I permitted myself any innovation upon the original term, it would have been to convert it into AUSTRALIA; as being more agreeable to the ear, and an assimilation to the names of the other great portions of the earth. I now propose to relate my own experiences--the results of three journeys of exploration, conducted by myself. The first was undertaken in the hope of discovering some traces of Leichardt; the second nearly retraced the route of Eyre; the third was across the desert from Western Australia to the telegraph line in South Australia.
The first journey did not result in obtaining the information sought for; the second and third journeys were successfully accomplished. There are many who recollect full well the rush at Chinaman's Flat. It was in the height of its prosperity that an assault was committed upon a female of a character so diabolical in itself, as to have aroused the utmost anxiety in the public as well as in the police, to punish the perpetrator thereof. The case was placed in my hands, and as it presented difficulties so great as to appear to an ordinary observer almost insurmountable, the overcoming of which was likely to gain approbation in the proper quarter, I gladly accepted the task.
The principal object of this Work is to remove the erroneous and discreditable notions current in England concerning this City, in common with every thing else connected with the Colony. We shall endeavour to represent Sydney as it really is--to exhibit its spacious Gas-lit Streets, crowded by an active and thriving Population--its Public Edifices, and its sumptuous Shops, which boldly claim a comparison with those of London itself: and to shew that the Colonists have not been inattentive to matters of higher import, we shall display to our Readers the beautiful and commodious Buildings raised by piety and industry for the use of Religion.
It is true, all are not yet in a state of completion; but, be it remembered, that what was done gradually in England, in the course of many ceuturies, has been here effected in the comparatively short period of sixty years. The following pages have been written chiefly for my friends in Van Diemen's Land in order not to leave them in ignorance of the steps which I have taken to vindicate the honour of my late office, and my character as their Governor, from ex-parte representations on points on which, so long as I exercised the functions of government, I was precluded from offering any explanations.
John Franklin. Captain Tobias Furneaux was an English navigator and Royal Navy officer, who accompanied James Cook on his second voyage of exploration. He was the first man to circumnavigate the world in both directions, and later commanded a British vessel during the American Revolutionary War. This excerpt covers the only Australian landfall in Cook's second voyage around the world.
Joseph Furphy see Tom Collins. They were only about two hundred yards away, and through his binoculars he could discern plainly the expressions upon their faces. They looked alert and eager, as if they had some particular and important business on hand. They were sturdy, thick-set men, and were all armed with stout sticks. They walked spread out, fanwise, with about ten yards between them, and they peered intently into all the bushes as they passed.
It seemed unlikely, certainly. All the anxious days he had spent seeking the precious metal, and never a sign of gold, and now, after eighteen months of existence in this desolate hole, here under his very eyes, was sticking up out of the ground what looked like a bar of cleanly-melted gold. He was twenty miles to the south-east of his hut this morning, simply having ridden out in this direction the night before, because he had nothing else to do, and he thought he might as well follow the trend of the range eastward, and see what the country was like.
From Kirkham's Find. Gibson, having had my horse, rode away in my saddle with my field glasses attached; but everything was gone--man and horse alike swallowed in this remorseless desert. The weather was cool at night, even cold, for which I was most thankful, or we could not have remained so long away from water.
We consulted together, and could only agree that unless we came across Gibson's remains by mid-day, we must of necessity retreat, otherwise it would be at the loss of fresh lives, human and equine, for as he was mounted on so excellent an animal as the Fair Maid, on account of whose excellence I had chosen her to ride, it seemed quite evident that this noble creature had carried him only too well, and had been literally ridden to death, having carried her rider too far from water ever to return, even if he had known where it lay.
Courage, comrades, this is certain, All is for the best -- There are lights behind the curtain --Gentiles, let us rest. As the smoke-rack veers to seaward, From "the ancient clay", With its moral drifting leeward, Ends the wanderer's lay. To the stranger the harbour of Port Jackson appears pleasing and picturesque, as he advances up it to the town. A small island with a house on it, named Garden Island, which afterwards became my residence enriches the view.
On the main is Walamoola, so named by the natives, a rural situation, where Mr.
Over Australian Slang Terms & Phrases | A Guide to Aussie Slang
Palmer, the Commissary, has built a large and commodious house, and bestowed much labour in cultivating the land round it. Such a house in so young a Colony excites a degree of surprise in a new comer. The town of Sydney is much larger and more respectable that can well be imagined considering the time it has been built. The streets are by order made broad and strait; each house is generally separated from the adjoining ones, an excellent regulation in case of fire; few or any are without gardens; and many of the houses are large and commodious.
When I landed I found that the heavy rain, which I had experienced some days before, had been equally felt here. The Hawkesbury River had been swelled almost instaneously to the great annoyance of the Settlers on its banks. Various were the causes assigned for the rapid increase of water; some supposed it owing to the bursting of a cloud in the mountains, which hurried the water down the level country; others to the overflowing of a lake or morass, which augmented the currents of all the neighbouring rivers, for that at Paramatta had also overflown its banks to a very great height, as I afterwards was shewn by Dr.
Thompson, now the Resident Colonial Surgeon, as almost to be supposed impossible. Gregory in the Western, Northern, and Central portions of Australia, and as these journals have hitherto only been partially published in a fragmentary form, and are now out of print, it has been deemed desirable to collect the material into one volume, for convenience of reference, and to place on permanent record some of the earlier attempts to penetrate the terra incognita which then constituted so vast a portion of the Australian Continent. Finding that the man remained absent longer than I had expected I called loudly to him, but received no answer, and therefore passed round some rocks which hid the tree from my view to look after him.
Suddenly I saw him close to me breathless and speechless with terror, and a native with his spear fixed in a throwing-stick in full pursuit of him; immediately numbers of other natives burst upon my sight; each tree, each rock, seemed to give forth its black denizen, as if by enchantment. A moment before, the most solemn silence pervaded these woods. We deemed that not a human being moved within miles of us, and now they rang with savage and ferocious yells, and fierce armed men crowded round us on every side, bent on our destruction. Taken altogether, the site may be considered as an irregular amphitheatre--with Ainslie at the north-east in the rear, flanked on either side by Black Mountain and Pleasant Hill, all forming the top galleries; with the slopes to the water, the auditorium; with the waterway and flood basin, the arena; with the southern slopes reflected in the basin, the terraced stage and setting of monumental Government structures sharply defined rising tier on tier to the culminating highest internal forested hill of the Capitol; and with Mugga Mugga, Red Hill, and the blue distant mountain ranges, sun reflecting, forming the back scene of the theatrical whole.
Farrer's self-imposed task of improving the flour-strength of our wheats and producing rust-resisting and drought-resisting varieties has greatly influenced both quality and yield in this, his adopted land, and has materially affected wheat production in almost every other country. Crossing the river on the ferry at Bateman Bay, from which the wonderful Toll Gates can be seen out at sea, I conceived an idea that this place had marvelous potentialities for fishing.
As a matter of fact, the place haunted me so that I went back, motored all around the bay, walked out upon the many wooded capes that projected far out toward the sentinel Toll Gates, patrolled the curved sandy beaches, and finally interviewed the market fishermen. The result was that I broke camp at Bermagui and chose a lovely site three miles out from Bateman Bay, where we pitched camp anew. It turned out that the vision in my mind's eye had been right.
This camp was the most beautiful and satisfactory of all the hundreds of camps I have had in different countries. How it will turn out from a fishing standpoint remains to be seen. But I would like to gamble on my instinct. The original intention of the expedition was to suggest Buckland Hill as the site for a town for the proposed settlement. This, however, was superseded by Captain Stirling, on his arrival with the first immigrants, in the ship "Parmelia", in June, , by placing the capital, Perth, about twelve miles from the port, at which he settled the town of Fremantle.
The elucidation of the naming of Perth after the birthplace of Sir George Murray, the then Secretary of State for the Colonies, in honor of whom also towns in New South Wales, Tasmania, and Canada were named, and the origin of the naming of Mount Eliza after Lady Darling, should set aside many absurd stories for these nomenclatures. Unfolding this with a slight increase of colour, he eyed the few words: "Money to hand. Secured boys. Launch next Saturday.
Sail on Wednesday morning, August 22nd. Hang off Spring Bay on Thursday, where boat will wait near mouth of creek after dusk. Even before the voyage of Magellan, geographers had a strong belief in the existence of land beyond the southern ocean, and this was greatly strengthened by the passage of that navigator through the strait which bears his name, as it was naturally imagined that the land to the south of the strait formed part of a great continental mass. Whether or not the ancient and medieval geographers had to any extent based their ideas on vague rumours of Australia which may have reached the countries of southern Asia, is a question which cannot be answered; but it has been held with some show of reason that statements of Marco Polo, Varthema, and other travellers, point to a knowledge that an extensive land did lie to the south of the Malay Archipelago.
It is an almost equally difficult matter, and one which concerns our present subject more nearly, to decide whether the indications of a continental land immediately to the south of the Archipelago, to be found in maps of the sixteenth century, were based at all on actual voyages of European navigators. The roads were in a most awful state.
The driver from Penrith to Hartley said he had never seen them so bad. The ascent of the Blue Mountains on the Penrith side was almost impassable. We went along for four or five miles with the axle-tree buried in mud. I cannot think how ever the horses did it at all. We passed a carriage stuck in the mud, which two horses had not been able to pull out, so they had been taken out and were standing by the side of the road, while a gentleman, up to his knees in mud, and a stupid Irishman were trying to fasten four bullocks to the carriage. Our coachman got down and helped them, remarking that very likely we should want to be dragged out soon.
However, we managed to get along, and only came to grief once. We went through the bush to avoid the sea of mud in the main road, and one of the leaders got frightened and turned off among the trees, dragging the coach against some saplings and nearly upsetting it. The restive horse was taken out of the harness, and the passengers got out while the coach was backed out of the scrape.
It was agreed, at once, that more aid would be necessary, before they could think of attacking the bush rangers; but all were ready to join in the hunt for them. Therefore it was decided that Dick Shillito and the two Watsons should each ride, at once, to neighbouring stations to bring aid. At one of the stations two more policemen would be found, and as in the pursuit they should probably pass near other stations, their numbers would swell as they went. When this was settled, the party sat down to the meal.
Even when it is admitted that the object of the expedition was only achieved in part, that its scientific value was further diminished by the compulsory abandonment of the hundreds of specimens collected, and that its records are overshadowed by the death of two members of the loyal little band of adventurers, there is still sufficient interest left in the undertaking to justify this rescue of the bare details of the story from the limbo of contemporary newspaper descriptions.
It was the lifelong wish of Mr. George Fife Angas, one of the Fathers and Founders of South Australia, that a History of the Colony of his adoption, and which he was mainly instrumental in establishing, should be written. To this end he collected a vast number of documents from all available sources, and for many years employed a secretary to set them in order, hoping some day to write the History himself.
Where would you like to stay?
But that day never came, and in Mr. Angas passed away. Among his papers several were found that showed how intensely keen his desire was that a full and comprehensive History, giving the story of the rise and progress of the colony, should be written. His son, the Hon. Angas, Member of the Legislative Council of South Australia, determined that the wish should be fulfilled, and kindly placed in my hands the whole of the valuable and voluminous papers.
Lots of fun! This book is hilarious and the illustrations by Andrew Weldon very witty and a perfect accompaniment to Paul Jennings text. This book had two stories, both based on the adventures of an ordinary boy, Ricky. But Ricky can do something that no other human can — he can fly! The first story, 'Falling For It', sets up the recurring events of Ricky being able to fly. This is the story of when Ricky first discovers that he can fly but only after numerous embarrassing attempts of trying first before actually being able to.
Now the reader knows Ricky can fly, the second story 'The Kangapoo Key' tells the adventures of Ricky now that he can fly. But it is in this story he discovers a huge secret of why he able to fly. The stories are humorously presented with a mixture of text and illustrations both telling the story and go so well together. This is an excellent book to recommend for introducing reading is fun for those reluctant readers and for EAL students. It is an easy quick read that will have readers laughing. His decides he wants to fly and eventually does, albeit with a few problems associated with his super skill.
His sequences of pictures actually tell part of the story through visual literacy. These pictures also add animation to the story, which is as unusual as it is effective. As all educators know, a lot can be said and understood by children through drawings. The book is small but thick, with the text broken up between the picture pages and dispersed unevenly throughout some pages contain only 3 words. This encourages young readers who normally steer away from pages of seemingly never-ending writing. I could definitely see a young reader becoming hooked on the series.
The first book in this series immediately grabs attention with its bright cover and format. This collaboration between author Paul Jennings and illustrator Andrew Weldon is certain to capture the interest of primary age readers.
- IS YOUR GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY? (BEHAVIORS FOR GOOD MENTAL HEALTH Book 2).
- The Project Gutenberg Library of Australiana?
- The Development of Thinking and Reasoning!
- Social Neuroscience: People Thinking about Thinking People!
- Und der Stern zeigte ihnen den Weg (German Edition)!
- Everest is Hollow - Illustrated?
The first story 'Falling For It', introduces the reader to Ricky, who discovers he can fly. Ricky finds that flying has its problems and this particular skill does not guarantee fame and fortune. Teachers would find these books a useful starting point with students for exploring other possibilities and adventures for Ricky as he develops his flying skills.
These books will be widely enjoyed, shared and discussed by students. This book will have readers laughing out loud at Ricky and his hilarious adventures. Some will identify with his low self-esteem and his burning desire to be famous. Ricky is an ordinary boy, and has a burning ambition to fly and thinks willpower alone should work. But positive thinking, extreme concentration and risk-taking only land him in hospital. UNTIL one day it actually works and he finds himself flying down a hole to rescue a dog. But there's a hitch. He can only fly when absolutely nobody is looking.
If a person, an animal or a bird sees him while he's flying, he will drop out of the sky and sustain fatal injuries. The irony is: how can he be famous for his extraordinary ability to fly if he can only do it when nobody is looking? His grandfather has died and has left only a kangaroo poo key ring but the one thing that may have eased their financial woes was the rare black poppy that only Grandad could grow.
When an owl steals the key ring, Rick has no choice but to fly naked covered in cow dung to retrieve it. A set of crazy consequences sees fortunes restored. This book is full of drama as there is a proviso on Ricky's talent. He doesn't fit in with anyone and is a loner, both at school and at home. He wants to be famous so that everyone will notice him and not think he's a loser. His special gift won't work if people can see him. And animals and birds. If they do, there are disastrous consequences.