There's something wild in this ''picture of a young girl hungering for life and love in the harsh outback plains of New South Wales''.
Banned by the author herself until ten years after her death in 1954, this vivid Australian classic was originally published in Edinburgh.
at, which in rainy weather swelled to a stream which swept all before it. Possum Gully is one of the best watered spots in the district, and in that respect has stood to its guns in the bitterest drought. Use and knowledge have taught us the full value of its fairly clear and beautifully soft water. Just then, however, coming from the mountains where every gully had its limpid creek, we turned in disgust from the idea of having to drink this water.
I felt cramped on our new run. It was only three miles wide at its broadest point. Was I always, always, always to live here, and never, never, never to go back to Bruggabrong? That was the burden of the grief with which I sobbed myself to sleep on the first night after our arrival.
Mother felt dubious of her husband's ability to make a living off a thousand acres, half of which were fit to run nothing but wallabies, but father was full of plans, and very sanguine concerning his future. He was not going to squat henlike on his place as the cockies aro
This book was excellent, and reminded me a lot of Willa Cather's O Pioneers!. It takes place in the Australian Bush, and is written by a woman who tells about the poverty and hardship that she went through, and the love that she lost. I would recommend this book to any woman or any teenage girl who wants to learn more about life in Australia.