Wanted by the Police
By Henry Lawson COULD it have been the Soul of Man and none higher that…
Two Boys at Grinder Brothers’
By Henry Lawson Five or six half-grown larrikins sat on the cemented sill of the…
They Wait on the Wharf in Black
By Henry Lawson We were coming back from West Australia, steerage — Mitchell, the Oracle,…
The Story of the Oracle
By Henry Lawson “We young fellows,” said “Sympathy Joe” to Mitchell, after tea, in their…
The Shanty-Keeper’s Wife
By Henry Lawson There were about a dozen of us jammed into the coach, on…
The Selector’s Daughter
By Henry Lawson I. She rode slowly down the steep siding from the main road…
The Rising of the Court
By Henry Lawson Oh, then tell us, Kings and Judges, where our meeting is to…
The Loaded Dog
By Henry Lawson DAVE REGAN, Jim Bently, and Andy Page were sinking a shaft at…
The Iron-Bark Chip
By Henry Lawson DAVE REGAN and party—bush-fencers, tank-sinkers, rough carpenters, &c.— were finishing the third…
The Hypnotized Township
By Henry Lawson OLD MAC used to sleep in his wagon in fine weather, when…