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Rolf Boldrewood
Rolf Boldrewood was the pen name of Australian author Thomas Alexander Browne, born in 1826. He is best known for his classic novel "Robbery Under Arms" (1882), which tells the story of bushrangers and outlaws in the Australian outback. Boldrewood drew heavily on his personal experiences as a squatter and magistrate in rural Australia to craft his tales of colonial life. His other notable works include "The Miner's Right" (1890) and "A Modern Buccaneer" (1894).
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Rolf Boldrewood
"Shearing commences to-morrow!" These apparently simple words were spoken by Hugh Gordon, the manager of Anabanco station, in the district of Riverina, in the colony of New South Wales, one Monday morning in the month of August. The utterance had its importance to every member of a rather extensive "CORPS DRAMATIQUE" awaiting the industrial drama about to be performed. A low sand-hill a...
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Chapter 1 My name's Dick Marston, Sydney-side native. I'm twenty-nine years old, six feet in my stocking soles, and thirteen stone weight. Pretty strong and active with it, so they say. I don't want to blow—not here, any road—but it takes a good man to put me on my back, or stand up to me with the gloves, or the naked mauleys. I can ride anything—anything that ever was lapped in...
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