John Arthur Barry: 15 books

John Arthur Barry (1850 – 23 September 1911) was a journalist and author. Barry was born in Torquay, Devonshire, England, in 1850. Barry came to Australia in the 1870s, and after working in Queensland at the gold diggings, spent some years as a drover, boundary rider and station manager. He returned...

Literary Thoughts edition presents The City of Sidney by John Arthur Barry ------ "The City Of Sydney" is an account of journalist and author John Arthur Barry (1850–1911) of the city of Sydney and its growth, from its foundation to the present 1900s. All books of the Literary Thoughts...

When, in 1850, Mr. Richard Green determined to build an English clipper that should compete with the American flyers then snatching the China trade from the grasp of English merchants, Aberdeen, and Greenock, and Glasgow were unthought of as candidates for a share in ship-building fame. "Dicky"...

To those who have been there, the name alone of the island suddenly suggests many things. Among others, memories run to giant pine trees; of a period of enforced but total abstinence; of ruins; of a curious and gentle people; of red dust, and much of it; of an incalculable quantity of water, as compared...

Much has been written by novelists and others of Merchant Jack's life on shipboard, both from the point of view of the preponderating squalor and hardship which still pervades it and from that of the now rare romance that comes in his way. But of his life during the brief spells in port and of the...

Although, now, ocean racing between sailing ships is practically a thing of the past, steam having effectually put a stop to all opportunities for such sport, the racecourses—the vast stretches of water across which the white-winged clippers used to rush to and from the ports of the world—still...

The pastoral life for both employer and employed has within the last few years altered radically, and altered for the worse. At one time a youngster, energetic, active, and with an average supply of common sense, added to a liking for the bush, might, with fair confidence, look forward to something...

There are in Sydney Harbor hundreds of bays also hundreds of miles of foreshore. There are lovely sequestered bays where wooded heights slope abruptly down to the rock-margined water, and where all day long you will hear no sound save the sudden jumping of fish and the metallic song of cicadas. Other...

"I remember when I was in 'Frisco, in 1866, mate o' the old —" "Last time I saw her was in the south-east trades. We were bound to —" "Forty-five years at sea is about a fair thing for —" Such were the snatches of conversation one heard...

There are many pleasanter spots than the deck of a sailing ship, as on some winter's morning she hangs to the buoy at Gravesend ready for a start; and Merchant Jack, both fore and aft, as he eyes the cold, grey sky and low-lying dingy shores on either hand, curses the climate, the service, and his...

Prominent among the naval patrols that England sends to police the southern seas and guard the island fringes of the Empire, making the while their headquarters in Port Jackson, is the Pylades, now on another cruise among the British possessions and protectorates in Oceania. Peculiar interest attaches...

It is a curious fact, but a true one nevertheless, that German shipowners have realised before their British contemporaries that to prepare men to make good officers in steam they must first have some training under canvas. "No one," remarked Captain Zander, of the Herzogin Sophie Charlotte,...

"It is consolatory to reflect that while other nations are fighting for social existence and preventing an excess of population by fratricidal war, we are bridging over the immensity of the ocean to encourage clamorous and discontented multitudes to fly to a land of exuberant plenty; and that...

A fine, sunny, clear day, Watson's Bay, and the pilot steamer Captain Cook, in which we are bound for a short cruise, lying quietly at her buoy. In answer to a signal a boat puts off, and in a few more minutes we are on the steamer's deck; in two more, after a cordial welcome from Captain Chudleigh,...