Barbara Baynton: 7 books

Bush Studies is famous for its stark realism, for not romanticising bush life, instead showing all its bleakness and harshness. Economic of style, influenced by the great nineteenth-century Russian novelists, Barbara Baynton's short-story collection presents the Australian bush as dangerous...

Bush Studies is a short story collection by Barbara Baynton. The book was published in London in 1902. Baynton's short stories and novel display a grim realism and depiction of female suffering which represents an alternative view to the romanticism of the bush. Barbara Janet Baynton (1857...

A classic short story from one Australia's most celebrated writers. Squeaker, a selector, is slowly clearing his piece of the Australian bush. However, lazy and shiftless, he leaves most of the work to his uncomplaining and hardworking mate. When she is crushed under a falling yellow gum, Squeaker...

Bush Studies is the timeless short stories, published in 1902 and Human Toll is the timeless novel, published in 1907, written by Barbara Baynton an Australian writer. “Boshy, coming out to harangue the chained dog, heard the tintin jangling of their billies and pannikins in their hasty,...

Squeaker, a selector, is slowly clearing his piece of the Australian bush. However, lazy and shiftless, he leaves most of the work to his uncomplaining and hardworking mate. When she is crushed under a falling yellow gum, Squeaker responds only with selfish impatience. Taught to endlessly endure by...

A swirl of wet leaves from the night-hidden trees decorating the little station beat against the closed doors of the carriages. The porter hurried along holding his blear-eyed lantern to the different windows, and calling the name of the township in language peculiar to porters. There was only one...

What was this blocking the tallow-scoop? Boshy, secretly styled 'The Lag,' or 'One Eye,' bent to see. Leisurely he thrust down a groping hand and drew up, but not out, a fatclogged basil-belt. Hastily his other hand clawed it conferringly, then with both he forced it back again into its greasy hidingplace...