Rolf Boldrewood

The Ghost Camp or the Avengers (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

A wild and desolate land; dreary, even savage, to the unaccustomed eye. Forest-clothed hills towering above the faint, narrow track leading eastward, along which a man had been leading a tired horse; he was now resting against a granite boulder. A dark, mist-enshrouded day, during which the continuous driving showers had soaked through an overcoat, now become so heavy that he carried it across his arm. A fairly heavy valise, above a pair of blankets, was strapped in front of his saddle. He was prepared for bush travelling-although his term of "colonial experience," judging from his ruddy cheek and general get-up, had been limited. A rift in the over-hanging cloud-wrack, through which the low sunrays broke with a sudden gleam, showed a darksome mountain range to the south, with summit and sides, snow-clad and dazzling white. The wayfarer stood up and stared at the apparition: "a good omen," thought he, "perhaps a true landmark. 2The fellows at the mail-change told me to steer in a general way for the highest snow peak, which they called 'the Bogong,' or some such name. Though this track seems better marked, these mountain roads, as they call them-goat paths would be the better name-for there is not a wheel mark to be seen-one needs the foot of a chamois and the eye of our friend up there." Here he looked upward, where one of the great birds of prey, half hawk, half eagle, as the pioneers decided, floated with moveless wing above crag and hollow. Then rising with an effort, and taking the bridle rein, he began to lead the weary horse up the rocky ascent. "Poor old Gilpin!" he soliloquised, "you are more knocked up than I am-and yet you have the look of a clever cob-such as we should have fancied in England for a roadster, or a covert hack. But roads are roads there, while in this benighted land, people either don't know how to make them, or seem to do their cross-country work without them. I wonder if I shall fall in with bed and board to-night.

---

Dieser Download kann aus rechtlichen Gründen nur mit Rechnungsadresse in A, B, BG, CY, D, DK, EW, E, FIN, F, GR, H, IRL, I, LT, L, LR, M, NL, PL, P, R, S, SLO, SK ausgeliefert werden.

Produktdetails

• Verlag: anboco
• Seitenzahl: 500
• Erscheinungstermin: 20. August 2016
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9783736410312
• Artikelnr.: 45547753

Autorenporträt

Thomas Alexander Browne, an Australian author, wrote many of his novels under the pseudonym Rolf Boldrewood. Robbery Under Arms, a novel about bushranging from 1882, is his best known work. Browne was born in London, the eldest child of Captain Sylvester John Brown, a former shipmaster for the East India Company, and his wife Elizabeth Angell, nee Alexander. His mother was his "earliest admirer and most indulgent critic, to whom is chiefly due whatever meed of praise my readers may hereafter vouchsafe" (Dedication Old Melbourne Memories). Thomas added the letter 'e' to his surname in the 1860s. After his father's barque Proteus delivered a cargo of convicts in Hobart, the family relocated to Sydney in 1831. Browne spent approximately twenty-five years as a squatter and almost the same amount of time as a government official, but his third profession as an author lasted forty years. While recovering from a riding accident in 1865, he published two articles for the Cornhill Magazine about pastoral life in Australia, and he started contributing articles and serial stories to Australian weeklies. One of these, Ups and Downs: A Story of Australian Life, was published as a book in London in 1878. It was well reviewed, but received little attention. In 1890, it was reissued under the title The Squatters Dream.