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Edward Dyson
Edward Dyson (1865–1931) was an Australian writer known for his vivid depictions of mining life, often drawing from his own experiences growing up in the goldfields of Victoria. His most famous works include "Below and On Top," a collection of stories about the Australian mining industry, and "The Golden Shanty," which captures the hardships and humor of bush life. Dyson also wrote novels, plays, and poetry, often exploring themes of labor, social change, and Australian identity. His writing is praised for its realism, humor, and insight into working-class life.
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BILLY KHAKI MARCHING somewhat out of order when the band is cock-a-hoop,There's a lilting kind of magic in the swagger of the troop,Swinging all aboard the steamer with her nose toward the sea.What is calling, Billy Khaki, that you're foot- ing it so free? Though his lines are none too level, And he lacks a bit of style.And he's swanking like the devil Where...
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I THE night was bright and cool, and the old East Indiaman moved slowly on the heaving bosom of the ocean, under a strong full moon, like a wind-blown ghost to whose wanderings there had been no beginning and could be no end—so small, so helpless she seemed between the two infinities of sea and sky. There was no cloud to break the blue profundity of heaven, no line of horizon, no diversity in the...
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CHAPTER I. DR. CRIPS'S HEALING MIXTURE. HIS Christian name was Nicholas but his familiars called him Nickie the Kid. The title did not imply that Nicholas possessed the artless gaiety, the nimbleness, or any of the simple virtues of the young of the common goat. Kid was short for "kidder," a term that as gone out recently in favour of "smoodger," and which implies a quality of...
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CHAPTER I. THE schoolhouse at Waddy was not in the least like any of the trim State buildings that now decorate every Victorian township and mark every mining or agricultural centre that can scrape together two or three meagre classes; it was the result of a purely local enthusiasm, and was erected by public subscription shortly after Mr. Joel Ham, B.A., arrived in the district and let it be understood...
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