Edward Dyson: 14 books

5 works of Edward Dyson Australian journalist, poet, playwright and short story writer (1865-1931) This ebook presents a collection of 5 works of Edward Dyson. A dynamic table of contents allows you to jump directly to the work selected. Table of Contents: Hello, Soldier - Khaki Verse...

The Gold Stealers Edward Dyson, australian journalist, poet, playwright and short story writer (1865-1931) This ebook presents «The Gold Stealers», from Edward Dyson. A dynamic table of contents enables to jump directly to the chapter selected. Table of Contents -01- About this book -02- THE GOLD STEALERS

The Missing Link Edward Dyson, australian journalist, poet, playwright and short story writer (1865-1931) This ebook presents «The Missing Link», from Edward Dyson. A dynamic table of contents enables to jump directly to the chapter selected. Table of Contents -01- About this book -02-...

THE Peep-o'-Day had been shut down for a long time now. The grand machinery rusted in the imposing brick engine-house, deserted by all saving the swallows and Dick, who could just squeeze in through the slit in the wall where the beam rode, and who did not share the superstitious...

He's an old grey horse, with his head bowed sadly,   And with dim old eyes and a queer roll aft, With the off-fore sprung and the hind screwed badly   And he bears all over the brands of graft; And he lifts his head from the grass to wonder  ...

  IT was Monday morning. Benno loitered at the packer's bench. The clerk was possessed with a great unrest, and his high stool could not hold him today.   "She's er little boshter!" he said vehemently. "Y' orter seen 'er."  ...

A RECENT disappointment in love had made Benno a perfect fiend to women. A woman had deceived him; by her perfidy his heart had been broken, his life blighted. At twenty-one and a half he was already embittered, and all through a woman. Henceforward he would give them no quarter....

ABOUT ten years ago, not a day's tramp from Ballarat, set well back from a dusty track that started nowhere in particular and had no destination worth mentioning, stood the Shamrock Hotel. It was a low, rambling, disjointed structure, and bore strong evidence of having been...

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...

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...