A Flower-Hunter in Queensland & New Zealand

A Flower-Hunter in Queensland & New Zealand

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 edition. Excerpt: ...the most humble manner I could put on (feeling all the time as if I could have hurled unlimited adjectives at him), I asked if he meant to leave at all that night, as I had to catch the steamer next day. "I'll leave when I do leave," was all the answer that I got. The sun was now setting and the long purple shadows were turning to gray, we were miles from home and still the creature would give us no answer; finally, when our patience was almost exhausted, and irritated at last to desperation, after a diplomatic commercial transaction, we eventually started at seven, with a miscellaneous cargo of pigs, turkeys, fowls, pumpkins, tin from the mines, orchids, ferns, and goodness knows what besides. There was no moving room on board that boat, and a mere hole did duty for a cabin. I saw a woman's head poke up it, and I asked her if it was stuffy down there, to which she answered, "Awful, but you grows accustomed to it." I did not try it, but sat as best I could beside the man at the wheel for an hour, during all which time the boat lay like a log at the mouth of the river, as there was not a breath of wind stirring to take us forward. A brilliant moon was rising and not a sound broke the silence, when suddenly from the depth of the water below there came a soft murmuring sound like the plaintive notes of an./Eolian harp, which rose and fell in a gentle cadence. Some said it was a musical fish, others that the sounds came from a shell-fish. The sounds seemed stationary, but stopped at intervals. If we suffered torments from mosquitoes in daylight, no language can describe what we endured from them here at night. They came like a legion of devils, a whirlwind of flying needles in countless thousands, and allowed us no truce. But a...show more

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  • Paperback | 76 pages
  • 185.42 x 241.3 x 10.16mm | 158.76g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236615166
  • 9781236615169