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little woman in The Last Chance

YEAR
1905
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Western Australia
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little woman in The Last Chance

d, and it rains once in five years here, don’t y’know? Droll country—no rain, no grass, no grain; grows nothing but gold. That’s good enough, though. Won’t we talk to them when we get to the little village, eh? Now what are _you_ thinking of, Minniekins—smelling a nigger, or a dingo? No camels in s…

Record ID
2,617
Year
1,905
Source
Project Gutenberg
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Record ID
2617
Source
Project Gutenberg
Publication
The Last Chance: A Tale of the Golden West; Rolf Boldrewood
Published
1905; Project Gutenberg public-domain transcription
Narrative type
Retellings and Adaptations
Public-text label
little woman
Archive period
Federation Era
Location
Western Australia (WA): B
State or territory
WA
Source voice
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d, and it rains once in five years here, don’t y’know? Droll country—no rain, no grass, no grain; grows nothing but gold. That’s good enough, though. Won’t we talk to them when we get to the little village, eh? Now what are _you_ thinking of, Minniekins—smelling a nigger, or a dingo? No camels in sight. What is it? I can see you’re nervous—what an excitable little woman it is! You mustn’t bite the butcher again, or we’ll be brought before the beak for keeping a ferocious dog, don’t y’know?’ The terrier raised herself quietly, and stood looking out into the starlit night. She was a remarkably intelligent animal, much attached to.

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