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- giant in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2407water and tightened the lashings of the raft as well as he was able. It was a long, dreary night, especially after the moon went down. Fortunately it was warm and fine. Indeed, throughout that trying time of flood, curi…
- giant in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2406elt. It was the first time she had ever used that name when addressing him, and her voice sounded so inexpressibly sweet that, without even glancing at Bridget, he turned and took the girl in his arms and kissed her, a…
- giant in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2405heard before. But he persevered; and, bringing a couple of men from the township fifty miles away, set them to work. Dead Finish was situated at the extreme head of one of those short Australian coastal rivers whose exi…
- fairy in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2404e of it, I seen—I seen—’ but here he paused dead for want of a vocabulary. ‘Well, thick-head, an’ wot was it ye seed—yer own hugly shadder, I s’pose?’ said Mrs Brown, as she caught up and slapped the baby playing with a…
- devil in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2403lin’ o’ oor money! An’ a’ for a wheen dukes an’ a crackit heid! Na, na! Tell the skirlin’ fule I’ll gie him fifty dollars, and that’s mair than a’ his gear’s worth. I’ll gang to preesin suner than pay as muckle siller a…
- devil in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2402the boys, had rushed on deck. ‘Come here, four hands, and clear away the life-boat.’ ‘Don’t be a fool, Mr Sparkes!’ shouted the skipper, still struggling with the widow, who had got one hand in his long beard and was pu…
- devil in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2401er as owns ’em’s a flash blackfeller shearer. I had a pitch with him the night afore an’ he reckons as how he’d just cut out ov a big shed on the Marthaguy. So I sez to myself, “You’re good enough, ole chap, fer a fiver…
- bunyip in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2400Stories BY JOHN ARTHUR BARRY _WITH INTRODUCTORY VERSES_ BY RUDYARD KIPLING _NEW EDITION_ _Author of “In the Great Deep,” “The Luck of the Native Born,” “A Son of the Sea,” “Red Lion and Blue Star,” “Old and New Sydney,”…
- spirit in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2399ne of the stiff arms, I shook the unresponsive hand in silent farewell, and paddled back towards the flame that marked my islet, actually feeling envious of the quiet corpse. Misfortune makes us sadly selfish, and so li…
- spirit in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2398wning men will clutch at straws! This one, indeed, was soon to fail me; for presently, to my utter despair, the noise of tumultuous waters ahead gave warning of another cataract—another, or the same one, for, what with…
- spirits in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2397by sheets of galvanised iron, supported on trestles, waits, manuscript in hand, still in a rather unsettled state of mind, the Reverend Spicer. The place is dimly lit by flaring candles and slush lamps, and is crowded b…
- spirit in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2396Aberdeen, and habitually comes ashore in latitude 0 with a Glengarry cap on, no umbrella, and naked feet, is not a being to stand argument. One night the moon rose full, and right aft. She rose, too, with a big black sp…
- spirit in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2395th the death-film. And he lay there and watched me, staring fixedly. It was a bright sunshiny day, the birds were singing cheerily about us, and the wash of the sea was very faint. From the expression on his face I thou…
- ghost in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2394y price. In fact, you couldn’t give ’em away in those times. ‘The Fairleighs an’, I think, all of us, were pretty much in the same box. As I said before, it was time somethin’ turned up. ‘It was a wild night. Bill an’ m…
- ghosts in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2393n the morning. ‘There goes your aged friend,’ said a voice at my shoulder, which made me start with the unexpectedness of it. ‘Too hot and close to sleep,’ explained Treloar. ‘Come out for a breath of air.’ ‘Let’s sheph…
- ghosts in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2392Rainbow weren’t the chaps to leave much behind ’em. Leastways’—he quickly added, seeing his mistake, ‘so I’ve heerd say.’ Treloar gave me a look which meant ‘How now?’ but neither of us took further notice. ‘I’ve heard…
- ghosts in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2391the tomb! Why ’tis, in some sort, the story of our corporal life and death! ‘“Over the Mountains of the Moon, Down the Vale of Shadow, Ride, boldly ride,” the shade replied, “For there lies El Dorado.” Behold, my friend…
- ghost in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2390stood stock still, fascinated by the spectacle. The female ones shrieked, and a couple fainted. But louder and higher than any of them shrieked the widow, who had got both arms around the skipper’s neck, to which she hu…
- ghosts in Steve Brown's Bunyip#2389the fire. Her hearth is wide to every gust That gars the dead ash spin— And tide by tide and ’twixt the tides Her sons go out and in. [Out in great mirth that do desire Hazard of trackless ways, In wi’ great peace to wa…
- ghost in Australia Felix#3962d said: "What's the matter, dear? Are you ill?" In replying to her he disturbed the children, the door of whose room stood ajar; and by the time quiet was restored, further sleep was out of the question. He dressed and…
- spirit in Australia Felix#3040this hole, the party that worked it made off for the nearest grog-shop, to wet their throats to the memory of the dead, and to discuss future plans. All but one: a lean and haggard-looking man of some five and forty, wh…
- phantom in Australia Felix#3039s. And he saw a figure that looked like his the centre of a boisterous crowd; saw himself slapped on the back by dirty hands, shouting and shouted to drinks. He turned his pillow, to drive the image away. Whatever he ha…
- phantom in Australia Felix#3038w her out, by being kind and encouraging. Instead of which he had acted towards her, he felt convinced, like an ill-mannered boor. He did not know how it was, but he couldn't detach his thoughts from Polly this evening:…
- apparition in Australia Felix#3037had adapted herself implicitly--but this came easy; for she was sure everything Richard did was right, and that his way of looking at things was the one and only way. So there was no room for discord between them. By th…
- apparition in Australia Felix#3036d curt. Having himself stowed the things inside the bar and borrowed a lantern, he drew his wife's arm through his, and hurried her away. It was pitch-dark, and the ground was wet and squelchy. Their feet sank in the mu…
- apparition in Australia Felix#3035vered the distance in a trifle over six hours. He had evidently hit on the family washing-day. The big boiler in the yard belched clouds of steam; the female inmates of the Hotel were gathered in the out-house: he saw t…
- apparition in Australia Felix#3034vegetable-garden, where the drab and tangled growths that had outlived the summer were beaten flat by the recent rains. At the foot of the garden, behind a clump of gooseberry-bushes, stood an arbour formed of a yellow…
- ghost in Australia Felix#3033him, and a loud voice shouted: "Boh, you old beef-brains! Boh to a goose!" Displeased at such horseplay, Mahony stepped sharply back--his first thought was of Ned having unexpectedly returned from Mount Ararat. Then rec…
- ghost in Australia Felix#3032less their fee was planked down before them--old stagers these, who at one time had been badly bitten and were now grown cynically distrustful. Or tired. And indeed who could blame a man for hesitating of a pitch-dark n…
- ghost in Australia Felix#3031d said: "What's the matter, dear? Are you ill?" In replying to her he disturbed the children, the door of whose room stood ajar; and by the time quiet was restored, further sleep was out of the question. He dressed and…
- ghost in Australia Felix#3030believed him not averse from winning by unjust means. Yet, on the whole, he thought this mortified him less than to feel that he had been written down a Simple Simon, whom it was easy to impose on. Ah well! At best he h…
- ghosts in The Getting of Wisdom#3003"If you don't look well after Maggy and the bunnies, I don't know what I'll do. The chicks'll be all right. Sarah'll take care of them, 'cause of the eggs. But Maggy and the bunnies don't have eggs, and if they're not f…
- ghost in The Getting of Wisdom#2997ind, as she darted a look at the four predatory faces that hemmed her in. Tilly's was one of them: the lightly mocking smile sat on it that Laura had come to know so well, since her maladroit handling of Bob. She would…
- ghosts in The Getting of Wisdom#2996in them." Music was as fatal to Laura's equilibrium as wine would have been. Finding herself next Mr. Strachey, she now turned to him and said, with what she believed to be ease of manner: "Mr. Strachey, will you please…
- ghosts in The Getting of Wisdom#2995t Maggy and the bunnies don't have eggs, and if they're not fed, or if Frank treads on Maggy again, then they'll die. Now if you let them die, I don't know what I'll do to you! Yes, I do: I'll send the devil to you at n…
- devil in The Rising of the Court#2528ng pots, by candle-light. You'd think you were in a cheap place, where you shouldn't be, in the city. Harry and his passengers got down and stretched their legs, and while Old Jack was guardedly answering a hurriedly wh…
- devil in The Rising of the Court#2527always by daylight, taking care to pick up a swagman or a tramp when he had no passenger; but his “conveections” had had too much of a shaking, so he sold his turnout (privately and at a distance, for it was beginning t…
- devil in The Rising of the Court#2526ttles went. Rebel helping royalist, and royalist helping rebel. And always, here and there, down through those ages, the delicate girl standing with her back to a door and her arms outstretched across it, and facing, wi…
- spirit in The Rising of the Court#2525g told Harry that Mac was asleep inside his van. It was a windy night, with signs of rain, and the curtains were drawn close. Old Mac was there all right, and sleeping the sleep of a tired driver after a long drowsy day…
- spirit in The Rising of the Court#2524d with his men--no dummy, super, manager for a bank, or swollen cockatoo about Jack Denver. He was on the committees at agricultural shows and sports, great at picnics and dances, beloved by school children at school fe…
- spirits in The Rising of the Court#2523Cowling, and David Widger *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE RISING OF THE COURT *** Produced by Geoffrey Cowling THE RISING OF THE COURT By Henry Lawson Note: Only the prose stories are reproduced here, not t…
- apparition in The Rising of the Court#2522iefs that he is almost apathetic; and over all is the cloud of a loss that he has not yet had time to realize. He is self-hypnotized, so to speak, and his mind mercifully dulled for the moment on the Sea of Fatalism. En…
- haunted in The Rising of the Court#2521a flaming red table-cloth tied round his neck. To be done with old Mac, for the present. He made one or two more trips, but always by daylight, taking care to pick up a swagman or a tramp when he had no passenger; but h…
- haunted in The Rising of the Court#2520ub by the track side as he reached it; and left the news at Southwick's farm at the end of the blind track. At more than one farm he left the bushwoman hurriedly looking up her “black things;” and at more than one, one…
- haunted in The Rising of the Court#2519re; sprees and--the rest of it. Long dry stretches on Dead Man's Track. Cutting across the country in No Man's Land where there were no tracks into the Unknown. Chancing it and damning it. Ill luck and good luck. Laughi…
- spirit in The Rising of the Court#2518spirit.” A ghost always needs to be taken quietly--it's no use getting excited and threshing round. But Caesar's, being a new-chum ghost and bashful, was doubtless embarrassed by his cool, matter-of-fact reception, and…
- spirit in The Rising of the Court#2517hee thou shalt see me at Philippi. Brutus: Well; then I shall see thee again? Ghost: Ay, at Philippi. (Vanishes.) That was very satisfactory, so far. But Brutus, having taken heart, as he says, would hold more talk with…
- ghost in The Rising of the Court#2516and put aside. Ghost: Thy evil spirit, Brutus. That was frank enough, anyway. Brutus: Why comest thou? Ghost: To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi. Brutus: Well; then I shall see thee again? Ghost: Ay, at Philippi…
- ghost in The Rising of the Court#2515my hair to stare? Speak to me what thou art! His very “scare,” or rather his cold blood and staring hair are as things apart, to be analysed and explained quickly and put aside. Ghost: Thy evil spirit, Brutus. That was…
- ghost in The Rising of the Court#2514is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me. Art thou any thing? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil That makest my blood cold, and my hair to stare? Speak to me what th…
- ghost in The Rising of the Court#2513balance, and tomorrow will decide; but he is so mind-dulled and shoulder-weary under the tremendous burden of great things and of many griefs that he is almost apathetic; and over all is the cloud of a loss that he has…
- ghosts in The Rising of the Court#2512fter all. Of course scholars know that Macbeth (or Macbethad) reigned for upwards of twenty years in Scotland a wise and a generous king--so much so that he was called “Macbathad the Liberal,” and it was Duncan who foun…
- giant in Some Everyday Folk and Dawn#3025past the placard advertising Mrs Clay's boats gleamed the highroad, and from where we walked could be seen a now unused old stone milepeg, carved in Roman lettering, its legend differing somewhat from that in modern fig…
- devil in In the Roaring Fifties#2876y, with some contempt. 'Are you thinking the poor girl wanted thanks from you?' 'It is strange that she should leave in this way,' answered Done impatiently. 'There's nothing strange in it, man; it's just natural. You n…
- ghost in In the Roaring Fifties#2875ious. In her innocence she was deeply stirred, and yet glad at heart. She was silent for some minutes, and then said: 'Do you know, I think you sometimes underestimate Mrs. Macdougal's sensibilities.' 'In what manner?'…
- ghost in In the Roaring Fifties#2874ed upon to do battle while he remained on Diamond Gully. The reputation he had won was a guarantee against further molestation and Aurora's open and unabashed devotion prevented any approach to serious rivalry. The girl…
- ghosts in In the Roaring Fifties#2873n in the forward movement of his swing, glared open-mouthed, speechless; he felt his stiff hair stirring strangely under his hat, a pronounced uneasiness moved in the boat. Only one woman had fallen from the ship, and h…
- ghost in In the Roaring Fifties#2872n interminable ocean. The great crestless waves rose and fell with pulsing monotony, round, smooth and intolerably silent. It was as if the undulating sea had been stricken motionless, and the ship was damned to the Sis…
- ghost in In the Roaring Fifties#2871www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/17045 Credits: Produced by Peter O'Connell *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK IN THE ROARING FIFTIES *** Produced by Peter O'Connell IN THE ROARING FIFTIES By EDWARD DYSON 1906 I THE night…
- little woman in The Last Chance#2617d, 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…
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