Rolf Boldrewood: 21 books

Robbery Under Arms: A Story of Life and Adventure In the Bush and In the Goldfields of Australia by Rolf Boldrewood. Thomas Alexander Browne (1826–1915) was an author, who sometimes published under the pseudonym Rolf Boldrewood. True tale of the wilder aspects of Australian life. It will do no discredit...

MASSINGER COURT in Herefordshire was a grand old Tudor mansion, the brown sandstone walls and tiled roofs of which had been a source of pride to the inhabitants of the county for untold generations. Standing in a fair estate of ten thousand acres, three roods, and twenty-eight perches (to be accurate),...

These reminiscences of the early days of Melbourne—a city which, as a family, we helped to found—awakened, when first published in the columns of the Australasian, an amount of general interest most gratifying to the writer. It is hoped that, in their present more convenient form, they may secure and retain the approbation of the public.

Mr. Stamford was riding slowly, wearily homeward in the late autumnal twilight along the dusty track which led to the station. The life of a pastoral tenant of the Crown in Australia is, for the most part, free, pleasant, and devoid of the cares which assail so mordantly the heart of modern man in cities.

Robbery Under Arms is a classic Australian novel by Rolf Boldrewood (a pseudonym for Thomas Alexander Browne). It was first published in serialised form by the Sydney Mail between July 1882 and August 1883, then in three volumes in London in 1888. It was edited into a single volume in 1889 as part...

I am in Australia at last--actually in Botany Bay, as we called the colony of New South Wales when Joe Bulder and I first thought of leaving that dear quiet old Dibblestowe Leys in Mid-Kent. More than that, I am a real gold digger--very real, indeed--and the holder of a Miner's Right, a wonderful...

Standing in the gathering winterly twilight, at the intersection of Elizabeth and Flinders Streets, one instinctively remarks the long crowded suburban trains, laden with homeward-bound passengers, quitting the city and care for the night's charmed interval. All the streets of busy Melbourne are yet...

Jack Redgrave was a jolly, well-to-do young squatter, who, in the year 185—, had a very fair cattle station in one of the Australian colonies, upon which he lived in much comfort and reasonable possession of the minor luxuries of life. He had, in bush parlance, "taken it up" himself, when hardly...

Facing financial ruin, the Effingham family is desperate for a light at the end of the tunnel. When a letter arrives from a family friend promising untold riches in the untamed wilds of Australia, it seems like the answer they've been searching for, so they make the impetuous decision to leave behind their genteel life in England and pursue a fresh start in the faraway land.

"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...

This sprawling novel, initially published in serial form in 1882, is considered to be the first and foremost masterpiece of Australian colonial literature. It follows the misadventures of Australian bushman Dick Marston, a lifelong criminal whose heists become increasingly brazen over time, leading up to his eventual incarceration.

‘What letter are you holding in your hand all this time, my dear?’ said Captain Howard Effingham to his wife during a certain family council. ‘Really, I had almost forgotten it. A foreign postmark—I suppose it is from your friend Mr. Sternworth, in Australia or New Zealand.’ ‘Sternworth lives...

What, then, was to be done? Filled with auriferous fancies and fables, it was yet impossible for all of these inexperienced, untravelled innocents to march at once for the diggings. Many had imagined that they could 'step over,' on arrival, to the golden fields, and commence the colonial industry...

A wild and desolate land; eerie and even savage, to the unaccustomed eye.Forest clothed hills towering above the faint,narrow track leading eastward, along which a man had been leading a tired horse; he was now resting against a granite boulder. A dark mist-enshrouded day, during which the continuous...