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phantom in Australian Tales

YEAR
1896
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phantom in Australian Tales

you like a strip of grey cloth spun by a furiously flying boom, the air strikes your face sharply, the bush, always grey and colourless, parts before you, and closes behind you like a fog. You lose yourself in this prevailing indecision of sound and colour. You become drunk with the wine of the nig…

Record ID
2,266
Year
1,896
Source
Project Gutenberg Australia
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Record ID
2266
Source
Project Gutenberg Australia
Publication
Australian Tales; Marcus Clarke
Published
1896
Narrative type
Spirit-Person Narratives
Public-text label
phantom
Archive period
Federation Era
Location
Australia (Australia): B
Source voice
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you like a strip of grey cloth spun by a furiously flying boom, the air strikes your face sharply, the bush, always grey and colourless, parts before you, and closes behind you like a fog. You lose yourself in this prevailing indecision of sound and colour. You become drunk with the wine of the night, and, losing your individuality, sweep onward on a flying phantom in a land of shadows. "The moon will be up in an hour, my lad," said the old man. "Keep all the left-hand tracks, and you'll pull the long Waterhole," and then, whistling to his dog, he turned. "But where are you going, Wallaby?" "O, I'm going up the ranges," said.

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