the Artillery. But at the time I speak of we had one attached to the
New Zealand and Australian Headquarters, to be used by the despatch
rider. Anzac, the Headquarters of General Birdwood, was about two and
a half miles away; and, being a true Australian, the despatch-carrier
declined to walk when he could ride, so he rode every day with
despatches. Part of the journey had to be made across a position open
to fire from Walker's Ridge. We used to watch for the man every day,
and make bets whether he would be hit. Directly he entered the fire
zone, he started as if he were riding in the Melbourne Cup, sitting
low in the saddle, while the bullets kicked up dust all round him. One
day the horse returned alone, and everyone thought the man had been
hit at last; but in about an hour's time he walked in. The saddle had
slipped, and he came off and rolled into a sap, whence he made his way
to us on foot.
When going through the trenches it is not a disadvantage to be small
of stature. It is not good form to put one's head over the sandbags;
the Turks invariably objected, and even entered their protest against
periscopes, which are very small in size. Numbers of observers were
cut about the face and a few lost their eyes through the mirror at the
top being smashed by a bullet. On one occasion I was in a trench which
the men were making deeper. A rise in the bottom of it just enabled
me, by standing on it, to peer through the loophole. On commending the
man for leaving this lump, he replied, "That's a dead Turk, sir!"
ARTILLERY
Watching the Field Artillery firing is very interesting. I went one
day with General Johnstone of the New Zealand Artillery to Major
Standish's Battery, some distance out on the left, and the observing
station was reached through a long sap. It was quite close to the
Turk's trenches, close enough to see the men's faces. All directions
were given by telephone, and an observer placed on another hill gave
the result of the shot--whether under, over, or to the right or left.
Errors were corrected and the order to fire again given, the target
meanwhile being quite out of sight of the battery commander.
It was amusing to hear the heated arguments between the Artillery and
Infantry, in which the latter frequently and vehemently asseverated
that they "could have taken the sanguinary place only our own
Artillery fired on them." They invariably supported these arguments by
the production of pieces of shell which had "blanky near put their
Australian adjective lights out." Of course the denials of the
Artillery under these accusations were very emphatic; but the
production of the shell-fragments was awkward evidence, and it was
hard to prove an alibi.
The advent of the hospital ship _Maheno_ resulted in a pleasant
addition to our dietary, as the officers sent ashore some butter,
fresh bread and a case of apples. The butter was the first I had
tasted for four and a half months. The _Maheno_ belonged to the Union
Company, and had been fitted up as a hospital ship under the command
of Colonel Collins. He was the essence of hospitality, and a meal on
board there was a dream.
While we were away along the beach for a swim one afternoon, the Turks
began shelling our quarters. It had not happened previously, and
everyone thought we were out of range. The firing lasted for about an
hour and a half. I fully expected that the whole place would be
smashed. On the contrary, beyond a few mules and three men hit,
nothing had happened, and there was little in the ground to show the
effects of the firing. (I noticed the same with regard to the firing
of the naval guns. They appeared to lift tons of earth, but when one
traversed the position later very little alteration could be
detected.) The Turks, however started at night again, and one shot
almost buried me in my dug-out.
The number of transports that came in and out of Anzac while we were
there was marvellous, and a great tribute to the British Navy. There
is no question as to who is Mistress of the Sea. Occasionally we heard
of one being torpedoed, but considering the number constantly going to
and fro those lost were hardly noticeable. The _Southland_ was
torpedoed while we were in Gallipoli, and Major Millard (who was on
board) told me that there was not the slightest confusion, and only
one life was lost.
TURKS AS FIGHTERS
One cannot conclude these reminiscences without paying a tribute to
Abdul as a fighting man. All I know about him is in his favour. We
have heard all about his atrocities and his perfidy and
unspeakablenesses, but the men we met fought fairly and squarely; and
as for atrocities it is always well to hear the other side of the
question. At the beginning of the campaign it was commonly reported
that the Turks mutilated our wounded. Now I believe that to be an
unmitigated lie, probably given a start by men who had never set foot
in the Peninsula--or who, if they did, had taken an early opportunity
of departure. We were in a position to know whether any mutilation had
occurred, and I certainly saw none. I believe that similar reports
were existent among the Turks regarding us, and I formed that opinion
from the attitude and behaviour of one of the prisoners when I went to
dress his wound. He uttered most piteous cries and his conduct led me
to believe that he thought he was to be illtreated. I have mentioned
before the class to which most of the prisoners were. They were always
most grateful for any kindness shown them.
As to their sense of fair play, when the _Triumph_ was sunk, they
never fired on her--though I understand it would have been quite
allowable directly the men set foot on another warship. Again, about a
fortnight after the landing at Anzac, we tried to land a force at Gaba
Tepe, but had to retire and leave our wounded. The Turks signalled us
to bring them off, and then they never fired or abused the white flag.
The third instance occurred on our left, when we made the advance in
August. Our Ambulance was under a hill, and a howitzer battery took up
a position just in front. The Turk _sent word_ that either the
Ambulance or the battery would have to move, otherwise they would be
forced to fire on the Ambulance.
The shells we got on the beach could not be attributed to any
disregard of the Red Cross, for they could not see the flag, and
moreover the Ordnance was next to us, a thing utterly out of order,
but unavoidable under the circumstances.
My career on the Peninsula came to a close at the end of September,
when I fell ill and was put on the hospital ship. The same evening a
very willing attack was put up by the Turk. One had a good and most
interesting view, as one was in perfect safety. The bursting shells in
the darkness were very picturesque.
Prior to going off we had often discussed the pleasure of getting
between sheets and into a decent bed--how one would curl up and enjoy
it. But my first night under those conditions was spent in tossing
about, without a wink of sleep. It was too quiet. Being accustomed to
be lulled to sleep by the noise of six-inch guns from a destroyer
going over my dug-out, I could now hear a pin drop, and it was far too
quiet. We found we were to be sent to England. Malta was no place in
which to get rid of Mediterranean fever. The treatment the people of
England give the Australians is handsome in the extreme. They cannot
do enough to make them comfortable. Country houses are thrown open to
the invalided men, perfect strangers though they are, and all are
welcome.
Together with Major Courtenay (with whom I came over) I was taken to
Lockleys, in Hertfordshire. Sir Evelyn and Lady de La Rue had a
standing invitation at Horseferry Road, the Australian Military
Headquarters, for six officers. We happened to be among the lucky ones
to be included, and the kindness I received from our host and hostess
will be remembered during the remainder of my life.
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Australia.
_February, 1916._
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_Just published._
_THE SONGS OF A SENTIMENTAL BLOKE._
By C.J. DENNIS. Tenth thousand. With 14 full-page Drawings by Hal Gye
and Foreword by Henry Lawson. Cloth, 3s. 6d.
THE BULLETIN (Sydney): "'The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke' is the most
typically Australian book published for a decade. Its humour, its
sentiment, its genuine humanity, are expressed with feeling and an
assured poetic craftsmanship. C.J. Dennis is not only an Australian
poet: he _is_ a poet."
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD: "Bill is a wholly delightful person, and from
what he tells us of Doreen, she must be equally delightful ... Mr. Hal
Gye's illustrations deserve mention; their idea is distinctly
original, and the scheme is carried out cleverly."
DAILY TELEGRAPH (Sydney): "Captivatingly fresh and original ... The
verse is very human and clean, and its appeal is universal, for it
depicts the simple emotions that are not confined to the class that
uses dialect ... Sure to be popular, because it has the qualities of
humour and lifelikeness. Also the feeling in it rings true."
THE ARGUS (Melbourne): "The genuine humour of these larrikin love
poems is all the more effective because beneath the surface fun there
is a suggestion of deeper feelings that ennoble men and unite them in
the bonds of common fellow ship."
THE AGE (Melbourne): "'The Sentimental Bloke' is a striking conception
and his portrayal masterly."
THE HERALD (Melbourne): "The Bloke is a character who is likely long
to remain deservedly popular in this country's literature. 'The sonnet
shining in the eyes' has been fixed by Mr. Dennis in what is certainly
a classic of its class, and he secures an effect of true poetry
without straining a simile or defying the canons of Australia's
colloquial speech."
QUEENSLANDER: "A well-printed, cleverly-illustrated, and pleasant to
handle little volume. The humour of the 'Sentimental Bloke' has an
exquisite quality, its sentiment a tenderness, and its philosophy a
soundness which compel attention ... genuine poetry ... a sensitive
appreciation of the beautiful ... wholesome philosophy.. admirable
verses."
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_THE THREE KINGS, AND OTHER VERSES._
By WILL LAWSON. With portrait. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full
morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
Will Lawson is a New Zealander who, through the _Bulletin_, has made
an Australasian reputation. His verses are bright and lively, in the
Kipling manner, and full of human interest.
* * * * *
_A BOOK OF AUSTRALIAN VERSE
FOR BOYS AND GIRLS._
Edited, with Introduction and Notes, by BERTRAM STEVENS. With numerous
portraits. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges,
6s. (_postage 2d._)
This book is thoroughly representative of the best Australian verse,
and, although intended mainly as a selection suitable for young folks,
it contains many pieces favoured by older readers. A number of the
poems are not obtainable in any other book.
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_THE GOLDEN TREASURY
OF AUSTRALIAN VERSE._
Edited, with Introduction and Notes, by BERTRAM STEVENS. New (fourth)
edition, revised and enlarged. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full
morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
ATHENAEUM: "May be regarded as representative of the best short pieces
written by Australians or inspired by life in Australia or New
Zealand."
_London: Macmillan & Co., Limited._
* * * * *
_THE POETICAL WORKS OF
BRUNTON STEPHENS._
As finally revised by the author, re-arranged and printed from new
type, with photogravure portrait. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full
morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
THE TIMES: "This collection of the works of the Queensland poet, who
has for a generation deservedly held a high place in Australian
literature, well deserves study."
DAILY NEWS: "In turning over the pages of this volume, one is struck
by his breadth, his versatility, his compass, as evidenced in theme,
sentiment, and style."
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_WHERE THE DEAD MEN LIE
AND OTHER POEMS._
By BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE. Second edition, revised and enlarged, with
memoir, portraits, and 32 illustrations. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s.
6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
J. BRUNTON STEPHENS, in THE BULLETIN: "Boake's work is often praised
for its local colour; but it has something better than that. It has
atmosphere--Australian atmosphere, that makes you feel the air of the
place--breathe the breath of the life."
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_AT DAWN AND DUSK: Poems._
By VICTOR J. DALEY. Fourth edition. With photogravure portrait. Cloth
gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
BOOKMAN: "These verses are full of poetic fancy musically expressed."
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD: "The indefinable charm is here, and the spell,
and the music.... A distinct advance for Australian verse in ideality,
in grace and polish, in the study of the rarer forms of verse, and in
the true faculty of poetic feeling and expression."
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_WINE AND ROSES: A New Volume of Poems._
By VICTOR J. DALEY. With portrait. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full
morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
DAILY TELEGRAPH: "Most of his verse is tinged with sadness--as in most
Irish poetry--but there is a fine imaginative quality that lifts it to
a far higher plane than that of the conventional melancholy rhymer.
There are poems in this book that recall the magic of Rossetti....
Victor Daley has left his mark in the beginnings of an Australian
literature."
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_HOW HE DIED, AND OTHER POEMS._.
By JOHN FARRELL. Fourth edition. With memoir, appreciations, and
photogravure portrait. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco,
gilt edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
MELBOURNE AGE: "Farrells contributions to the literature of this
country were always distinguished by a fine, stirring optimism, a
genuine sympathy, and an idealistic sentiment, which in the book under
notice find their fullest expression."
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_THE MAN FROM SNOWY RIVER,
AND OTHER VERSES._
By A.B. Paterson. Fifty-eighth thousand. With photogravure portrait
and vignette title. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt
edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
ATHENAEUM: "Swinging, rattling ballads of ready humour, ready pathos,
and crowding adventure ... Stirring and entertaining ballads about
great rides, in which the lines gallop like the very hoofs of the
horses."
_London: Macmillan & Co., Limited._
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_RIO GRANDE'S LAST RACE,
AND OTHER VERSES._
By A.B. Paterson. Seventeenth thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.;
full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
SPECTATOR: "There is no mistaking the vigour of Mr. Paterson's verse;
there is no difficulty in feeling the strong human interest which
moves in it."
_London: Macmillan & Co., Limited._
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_THE SECRET KEY, AND OTHER VERSES._
By George Essex Evans. Second edition, with portrait. Cloth gilt, gilt
top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
GLASGOW HERALD: "There is ... the breath of that apparently immortal
spirit which has inspired ... almost all that is best in English
higher song."
THE BOOKMAN: "Mr. Evans has written many charming and musical poems
... many pretty and haunting lines."
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_IN THE DAYS WHEN THE WORLD WAS WIDE, AND OTHER VERSES._
By Henry Lawson. Twentieth thousand. With photogravure portrait.
Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (_postage
2d._)
THE ACADEMY: "These ballads (for such they mostly are) abound in
spirit and manhood, in the colour and smell of Australian soil. They
deserve the popularity which they have won in Australia, and which, we
trust, this edition will now give them in England."
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_VERSES, POPULAR AND HUMOROUS._
By HENRY LAWSON. Eighteenth thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.;
full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
NEW YORK JOURNAL: "Such pride as a man feels when he has true
greatness as his guest, this newspaper feels in introducing to a
million readers a man of ability hitherto unknown to them. Henry
Lawson is his name."
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_WHEN I WAS KING, AND OTHER VERSES._
By HENRY LAWSON. Tenth thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full
morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
THE SPECTATOR: "A good deal of humour, a great deal of spirit, and a
robust philosophy are the main characteristics of these Australian
poets. Because they write of a world they know, and of feelings they
have themselves shared in, they are far nearer the heart of poetry
than the most accomplished devotees of a literary tradition."
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_ON THE TRACK AND OVER THE SLIPRAILS._
By HENRY LAWSON. Twentieth thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.;
full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
DAILY CHRONICLE: "Will well sustain the reputation its author has
already won as the best writer of Australian short stories and
sketches."
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_FAIR GIRLS AND GRAY HORSES, WITH OTHER VERSES._
By WILL H. OGILVIE. Revised edition, completing twentieth thousand.
With portrait. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt
edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
SCOTSMAN: "Its verses draw their natural inspiration from the camp,
the cattle trail, and the bush; and their most characteristic and
compelling rhythms from the clatter of horses' hoofs."
* * * * *
_HEARTS OF GOLD, AND OTHER VERSES._
By WILL H. OGILVIE. Fourth thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.;
full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
DAILY TELEGRAPH: "Will be welcomed by all who love the stirring music
and strong masculine feeling of this poet's verse."
* * * * *
_WHILE THE BILLY BOILS._
By HENRY LAWSON. With eight illustrations by F.P. Mahony. Thirty-second
thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s.
(_postage 2d._)
THE ACADEMY: "A book of honest, direct, sympathetic, humorous writing
about Australia from within is worth a library of travellers' tales
... The result is a real book--a book in a hundred. His language is
terse, supple, and richly idiomatic. He can tell a yarn with the
best."
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_CHILDREN OF THE BUSH._
By HENRY LAWSON. Eleventh thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.;
full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
THE BULLETIN: "These stories are the real Australia, written by the
foremost living Australian author ... Lawson's genius remains as vivid
and human as when he first boiled his literary billy."
* * * * *
_JOE WILSON AND HIS MATES._
By HENRY LAWSON. Eleventh thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.;
full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (_postage 2d._)
THE ATHENAEUM: "This is a long way the best work Mr. Lawson has yet
given us. These stories are so good that (from the literary point of
view of course) one hopes they are not autobiographical. As
autobiography they would be good, as pure fiction they are more of an
attainment."
_London: Wm. Blackwood & Sons._
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_LAURENCE HOPE'S LOVE LYRICS._
Uniformly bound in fancy boards with cloth back. 6s. (_postage 3d._)
per volume.
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_THE GARDEN OF KAMA._
DAILY CHRONICLE: "No one has so truly interpreted the Indian mind--no
one, transcribing Indian thought into our literature, has retained so
high and serious a level, and quite apart from the rarity of themes
and setting--the verses remain--true poems."
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_STARS OF THE DESERT._
OUTLOOK: "It is not merely that these verses describe Oriental scenes
and describe them with vividness, there is a feeling in the rhythm--a
timbre of the words that seems akin to the sand and palm-trees and the
changeless East."
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_INDIAN LOVE._
SPECTATOR: "The poetry of Laurence Hope must hold a unique place in
modern letters. No woman has written lines so full of a strange
primeval savagery--a haunting music--the living force of poetry."
_London: William Heinemann._
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_THE WITCH MAID, AND OTHER VERSES._
By DOROTHEA MACKELLAR. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d. (_postage 2d._)
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD: "She possesses to a remarkable degree the
faculty of conjuring up before our eyes an extraordinarily vivid
picture in a single line or even a word or two. Miss Mackellar can
grasp the essential spirit of a scene, and what is rarer still, can
find words to make us, too, see it, where before we have been blind."
_London: J.M. Dent & Co. Ltd._
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_TO-MORROW: A Dramatic Sketch of the Character and Environment of
Robert Greene._
By J. LE GAY BRERETON. Paper cover, 1s. 6d. (_postage 1d._)
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD: "The first Australian play of literary worth."
* * * * *
_SONGS OF A SUNLIT LAND._
By COLONEL J.A. KENNETH MACKAY. Cloth gilt, 3s. 6d. (_postage 2d._)
* * * * *
_STORIES OF OLD SYDNEY._
By CHARLES H. BERTIE. With 53 pen and pencil drawings by SYDNEY URE
SMITH. Cloth cover, printed in colours, 3s. 6d. (_postage 1d._)
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD: "A charming and interesting little book ...
they live and breathe, and he has contrived to make actual to us those
remote and almost incredible days.... Mr. Smith's admirable
illustrations are an equally important feature of the book, which, in
addition to its interest, presents a great antiquarian value."
* * * * *
_THE RISING OF THE COURT, AND OTHER SKETCHES IN PROSE AND VERSE._
By HENRY LAWSON. With picture cover (_Commonwealth Series_), 1s.
(_postage 1d._)
QUEENSLAND TIMES: "These stories show Lawson at his best, and Lawson
at his best is not to be beaten by short story writers in current
literature."
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_AN OUTBACK MARRIAGE: A Story of Australian Life._
By A.B. PATERSON. Ninth thousand, with picture cover (_Commonwealth
Series_), 1s. (_postage 1d._)
SCOTSMAN: "The chief virtue of the book lies in its fresh and vivid
presentment of the wild life and the picturesque manners of the
Australian bush, while in form and style it claims recognition as a
work of considerable literary distinction."
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_THE OLD BUSH SONGS._
Collected and edited by A.B. PATERSON. Thirteenth thousand, with
picture cover (_Commonwealth Series_), 1s. (_postage 1d._)
DAILY TELEGRAPH: "Rude and rugged these old bush songs are, but they
carry in their vigorous lines the very impress of their origin and of
their genuineness.... Mr. Paterson has done his work like an artist."
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_GODS AND WOOD THINGS._
By L.H. ALLEN. Paper boards, 1s. (_postage 1d._)
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD: "Mr. Allen is one of the select band who are
saturated with classic lore and who seek to translate the beings of
pagan mythology to the Australian bush. 'Gods and Wood Things'
contains both prose and verse--the latter rhapsodical, the former
mystical."
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_BUSHLAND STORIES._
By AMY ELEANOR MACK. Second edition, with coloured illustrations and
decorated cloth cover, 3s. 6d. (_postage 2d._)
ACADEMY: "It is not often that we have the pleasure to welcome from
Australia a book of so many charming short stories as are contained in
the volume before us."
SCOTSMAN: "Charming and simple nursery tales, appetisingly touched
with local colour of the Bush."
BIRMINGHAM DAILY POST: "There is a daintiness and distinct charm in
these fairy tales."
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_SCRIBBLING SUE, AND OTHER STORIES._
By AMY ELEANOR MACK. With coloured and other illustrations and
decorated cloth cover, 3s. 6d. (_postage 2d._)
These stories are written in the same happy vein as "Bushland
Stories." Miss Mack's intense love of nature is reflected in all her
books, and her readers, both young and old, are at once attracted by
the natural ring of her work.
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_GEM OF THE FLAT: A. Story of Young Australians._
By CONSTANCE MACKNESS. With coloured and other illustrations and
decorated cloth cover, 3s. 6d. (_postage 2d._)