That was the extraordinary thing about our soldiers. Shelling might be severe and searching, but only if a man was hit was it taken seriously. In that case a yell went up for stretcher-bearers; if it was a narrow squeak, then he was only laughed at.
That beach at times was the most unhealthy place in the Peninsula. Men frequently said they would sooner go back to the trenches. One day we had five killed and twenty-five wounded. Yet, had Johnny Turk been aware of it, he could have made the place quite untenable. I saw one shell get seven men who were standing in a group. The effect was remarkable. All screwed themselves up before falling. They were all lightly wounded.
About the middle of July I sent a corporal and two men over to Heliopolis with a letter to Lieutenant-Colonel Barrett, asking for some Red Cross goods. I had already received issue vouchers for two lots, but these had been intercepted in transit, so the men were ordered to sit on the cases until they gave delivery to the Ambulance. Fifty cases came, filled with pyjamas, socks, shirts, soap and all sorts of things. The day they arrived was very, very hot, and our hospital was full of men whose uniform had not been off since they landed. No time was lost in getting into the pyjamas, and the contented look on the men's faces would have gratified the ladies who worked so hard for the Red Cross. Talk about peace and contentment—they simply lolled about in the scrub smoking cigarettes, and I don't believe they would have changed places with a Federal Senator.
Those Red Cross goods saved one man's life at least. All the unopened cases were placed outside the tent. One afternoon a shell came over into a case of jam, went through it, and then into another containing socks. A man was lying under the shelter of this box, but the socks persuaded the shell to stay with them, and thus his life was saved. It was on this day that my nephew, Staff-Sergeant Nickson, was wounded. He had just left his dug-out to go to the dressing station on the beach when a shrapnel shell severely wounded him in the leg. The same shell killed Staff-Sergeant Gordon, a solicitor from Adelaide, and one of the finest characters I knew. He was shot through the spine and killed instantly. Two other men were wounded.
Our Ambulance was ordered to pitch a hospital up Canterbury Gully to provide for a possible outbreak of cholera, as almost every writer on the subject stated that, when European troops occupied trenches that had been previously held by Turks, an outbreak of cholera invariably followed. Major Clayton was detailed for the work, and soon had accommodation for a hundred men. As there was no cholera, the sick men were kept here. We had been so long in this place without a change, and so many troops were crowded into such a small area, without a possibility of real rest, that the men began to get very stale. Sickness was prevalent, and this hospital seemed to help them a great deal. It was a picture to see them all lying in their pyjamas reading the Bulletin and Punch, and swapping lies.
The New Zealanders held a concert here one night. Major Johnston, the O.C., filled the position of chairman, the chair being a cask. One man with a cornet proved a good performer; several others sang, while some gave recitations. We all sat round in various places in the gully, and joined in the choruses. It was very enjoyable while it lasted; but, as darkness came on, rifle-fire began on the tops of the surrounding hills—also, occasionally, shell fire. This completely drowned the sound of the performers' voices, and the concert had to be brought to a close; Abdul had counted us out.
Towards the end of July great preparations were made for an offensive movement, the object being to take Hill 971 and so turn the Turk's right. Large platforms were dug out of the hillsides in Monash Gully, each capable of holding three to five hundred men; they were constructed well below the sky line, and were fairly secure from shell fire. On these the incoming battalions were placed. There was not much room for sleep, but the main object seemed to be to have as many men handy as possible. The Turks seemed to be aware of the influx of troops, as they shelled the whole position almost all night. The beach, of course, was attended to most fervently, but considering the numbers of men landing few casualties occurred.
A 4.7 naval gun, which, I understand, had served in the relief of Ladysmith, was swathed in bags and landed on a barge, which conveyed it to a position alongside the pier. A party was put on to make a shield on the pier of boxes of our faithful friends the "forty-niners," in case there were any Turks of an enquiring turn of mind along the beach towards Suvla.
The Engineers then constructed a landing place, and the gun was hauled ashore, again covered up, and conveyed to its position on our right during the night. General Birdwood outwitted the Turks that time, as they did not fire a shot during the whole operation.
On the third of August we received orders to remove to the left flank, the right being held by the Australian Division which participated in the operation known afterwards as Lone Pine. The last day on the beach proved to be pretty hot with shelling, chiefly from Beachy Bill. A number of pinnaces were busy all day towing in barges from the transports, and this could be easily seen from the olive grove where Bill had his lair. At one time the shells came over like rain; two of the pinnaces were hit below the water-line, and were in imminent danger of sinking. Through all the shelling Commander Cater ran along the pier to give some direction regarding the pinnaces, but was killed before he got there. He was a brave man, and always very courteous and considerate.
Our casualties during this afternoon were pretty considerable, and our stretcher-bearers were constantly on the "go" getting men under shelter.
Early in the morning the Ghurkas came ashore, but the Turks spotted them, and gave them a cordial welcome to Anzac. They are a small-sized set of men, very dark (almost black), with Mongol type of face and very stolid. One was killed while landing. They were evidently not accustomed to shell-fire, and at first were rather scared, but were soon reassured when we told them where to stand in safety. Each carried in addition to his rifle a Kukri—a heavy, sharp knife, shaped something like a reaping-hook, though with a curve not quite so pronounced. It was carried in a leather case, and was as keen as a razor. I believe the Ghurkas' particular delight is to use it in lopping off arms at the shoulder-joint. As events turned out we were to see a good deal of these little chaps, and to appreciate their fighting qualities.
The 2nd Field Ambulance was to take our position on the beach. We packed up our panniers and prepared to leave the spot where we had done so much work during the last three months, and where we had been the unwilling recipients of so much attention from Beachy Bill and his friend Windy Annie. Our donkeys carried the panniers, and each man took his own wardrobe. Even in a place like this one collects rubbish, just as at home, and one had to choose just what he required to take away; in some cases this was very little, for each had to be his own beast of burden. Still, with our needs reduced to the minimum, we looked rather like walking Christmas-trees. The distance to Rest Gully was about a mile and a half, through saps and over very rough cobble-stones, and our household goods and chattels became heavy indeed before we halted; I know mine did.
Our Ambulance was attached to the Left Assaulting Column, which consisted of the 29th Indian Brigade, 4th Australian Infantry Brigade, Mountain Battery and one company of New Zealand Engineers under Brigadier-General Cox.
The commanding officers of all the ambulances in General Godley's Division met in the gully and had the operation orders explained to them by the A.D.M.S. of the Division, Colonel Manders, a very capable officer. To my great regret he was killed two days later; we had been acquainted for some time, and I had a great regard for him.
The 4th Infantry Brigade was to operate in what was known as the Aghyl Dere (Dere in Turkish means "gully"). The operation order gave out that we were to establish our Field Hospital in such a position as to be readily accessible for the great number of wounded we expected. Meantime, after making all arrangements for the move and ascertaining that each man knew his job exactly, we sat about for a while. The bombardment was to commence at 5 p.m. Precisely at that hour the Bacchante opened fire, the howitzers and our field guns co-operating, the Turks making a hearty response. The din was frightful. To make a man sitting beside me hear what I was saying, I had to shout at the top of my voice. However, there were not many men hit. We had tea—for which Walkley had got three eggs from somewhere, the first I had tasted since leaving Egypt. We tried to get some sleep, but that was impossible, the noise being so great; it was hard, too, to know where one was safe from bullets. Mr. Tute, the Quartermaster, and I got a dug-out fairly well up the hill, and turned in. We had not been long there when a machine-gun appeared to be trained right on to us—bullets were coming in quantities. It was pitch-dark, so we waited until they stopped, and then got further down the gully and tried to sleep there—but this particular dug-out had more than ourselves in it, and we passed the night hunting for things. The Division started to march out just after dark, the 4th Brigade leading. It was almost daylight before the rear of the column passed the place at which we were waiting. The men were all in great spirits, laughing and chaffing and giving the usual "Are we down'earted?". I think those men would laugh if they were going to be hanged. Our bearer divisions, in charge respectively of Captains Welch, Jeffries and Kenny, followed in rear of the Brigade, while the tent divisions came in rear of the whole column.
Major Meikle and I had often, like Moses viewing the Land of Promise, looked at the country over which the fight was now to take place—a stretch of flats about three miles long, from the beach up to the foot of the hills. As the day broke, we found a transformation at Nibronesi Point, which is the southernmost part of Suvla Bay. At nightfall not a ship was there; now there was a perfect forest of masts. The place looked like Siberia in Newcastle when there was a strike on. I counted ten transports, seven battle-cruisers, fourteen destroyers, twelve trawlers and a lot of pinnaces. These had landed the force which was afterwards known as the Suvla Bay Army. A balloon ship and five hospital ships were also at anchor in the bay. As we passed what was known as our No. 3 Outpost, we came across evidences of the fight—dead men, dead mules, equipment, ammunition boxes and rifles lying all over the place. We noted, too, little hillocks of sand here and there, from behind which the Turks had fired at our column. It was evident that our men had soon got in touch with the enemy and had driven him back. The Aghyl Dere proved to be a fairly wide gully with steep hills on either side. A little distance, about three quarters of a mile up, we came to what had been the Turkish Brigade Headquarters. Here everything was as they had left it. The surprise had been complete, and we had given them very short notice to quit. Clothing, rifles, equipment, copper pans and boilers were in abundance, and it was evident that Abdul makes war with regard to every comfort, for there were visible also sundry articles of wearing apparel only used by the gentler sex. The men had comfortable bivouacs and plenty of bed-clothing of various patterns. The camp was situated in a hollow, round in shape and about a hundred yards in diameter, with dug-outs in the surrounding hillsides; all was very clean, except for the fleas, of which a good assortment remained. The dug-outs were roofed in with waterproof sheets, buttoned together and held up by pegs which fitted into one another. These sheets, with the poles, made handy bivouac shelters, easily pitched and struck. Altogether, their camp equipment was better than ours.
We annexed all the pans and boilers and made good use of them for our own Ambulance. Then, proceeding further up the gully, we found it almost impassable by reason of dead Ghurkas and mules; a gun on a ridge had the range of this place to a nicety, and the ammunition train was held up for a time. I never saw such a mess of entangled mules; they were kicking and squealing, many of them were wounded, and through it all the Indian drivers were endeavouring to restore some kind of order. One had to keep close under the banks to escape the shells. Not far from here was the emplacement of our old friend "Windy Annie," but alas! Annie was constant to Abdul, and they had taken her with them. It was a great pity we did not get the gun. No wonder our guns never found the place. The ground had been dug out to some depth and then roofed over with great logs and covered with earth and sandbags; the ammunition—plenty of it—was in deep pits on either side; artillery quarters were in close proximity, and the tracks of the gun were clearly seen.
The shelling was far too heavy to let us pitch a dressing station anywhere here, so we retired to the beach to find a place more sheltered under the hills; the bearers meanwhile followed the troops. Soon scores of casualties began to arrive, and we selected a position in a dry creek about six yards wide, with high banks on either side. The operating tent was used as a protection from the sun and stretched from bank to bank, the centre being upheld by rifles lashed together; the panniers were used to form the operating table, and our drugs were placed round the banks. We were, however, much handicapped by not having any transport, as our donkeys had been requisitioned by the Army Service Corps. Everything had to be carried from a distance, and water was exceedingly scarce. All day we were treating cases and operating until late at night. Major Meikle and I divided the night, and we were kept going. From one until four in the morning I slept in a hole in a trench like a tomb.
At daylight we could see our men righting their way through the scrub over Sari Bair, the warships firing just ahead of them to clear the scrub of the Turkish Infantry. The foremost men carried flags, which denoted the farthest point reached and the extent of the two flanks, as a direction to the ship. With the glasses one could see that the bayonet was being used pretty freely; the Turks were making a great stand, and we were losing a lot of men. They could be seen falling everywhere.
Our bearers were doing splendid work; it was a long and dangerous carry, and a lot of them were wounded themselves. The miserable part of the affair was that the Casualty Clearing Station on the beach broke down and could not evacuate our wounded. This caused a block, and we had numbers of wounded on our hands. A block of a few hours can be dealt with, but when it is impossible to get cases away for forty hours the condition of the men is very miserable. However, we got the cooks going, and had plenty of Bovril and Oxo, which we boiled up with biscuits broken small. It made a very sustaining meal, but caused thirst, which was troublesome, as it was particularly difficult to obtain water. Shelter from the sun, too, was hard to get; the day was exceedingly hot, and there were only a few trees about. As many as could be got into the shade were put there, but we had to keep moving them round to avoid the sun. Many of the cases were desperate, but they uttered not a word of complaint—they all seemed to understand that it was not our fault that they were kept here.
As the cases were treated by us, they were taken down towards the beach and kept under cover as much as possible. At one time we had nearly four hundred waiting for removal to the ship. Then came a message asking for more stretchers to be sent to the firing line, and none were to be obtained; so we just had to remove the wounded from those we had, lay them on the ground, and send the stretchers up. Thank goodness, we had plenty of morphia, and the hypodermic syringe relieved many who would otherwise have suffered great agony.
Going through the cases, I found one man who had his arm shattered and a large wound in his chest. Amputation at the shoulder-joint was the only way of saving his life. Major Clayton gave the anaesthetic, and we got him through.
Quite a number of Ghurkas and Sikhs were amongst the wounded, and they all seemed to think that it was part of the game; patience loomed large among their virtues. Turkish wounded were also on our hands, and, though they could not speak our language, still they expressed gratitude with their eyes. One of the Turks was interrogated, first by the Turkish interpreter with no result; the Frenchman then had a go at him, and still nothing could be got out of him. After these two had finished, Captain Jefferies went over to the man and said, "Would you like a drink of water?" "Yes, please," was the reply.
During one afternoon, after we had been in this place for three days, a battalion crossed the ground between us and the beach. This brought the Turkish guns into action immediately, and we got the time of our lives. We had reached a stage when we regarded ourselves as fair judges of decent shell-fire, and could give an unbiassed opinion on the point, but—to paraphrase Kipling—what we knew before was "Pop" to what we now had to swallow. The shells simply rained on us, shrapnel all the time; of course our tent was no protection as it consisted simply of canvas, and the only thing to do was to keep under the banks as much as possible. We were jammed full of wounded in no time. Men rushing into the gully one after another, and even a company of infantry tried to take shelter there; but that, of course, could not be allowed. We had our Geneva Cross flag up, and their coming there only drew fire.
Getting Wounded off after a Fight.
Getting Wounded off after a Fight.
Water Carts protected by Sand Bags
Water Carts protected by Sand Bags
Burial Parties during the Armistice.
Burial Parties during the Armistice.
Simpson and his Donkey
Simpson and his Donkey
In three-quarters of an hour we put through fifty-four cases. Many bearers were hit, and McGowen and Threlfall of the 1st Light Horse Field Ambulance were killed. Seven of our tent division were wounded. One man reported to me that he had been sent as a reinforcement, had been through Samoa, and had just arrived in Gallipoli. While he was speaking, he sank quietly down without a sound. A bullet had come over my shoulder into his heart. That was another instance of the fortune of war. Many men were hit, either before they landed or soon after, while others could go months with never a scratch. From 2 till 7 p.m. we dealt with 142 cases.
This shelling lasted for an hour or more, and when it subsided a party of men arrived with a message from Divisional Headquarters. They had been instructed to remove as many of the Ambulance as were alive. Headquarters, it appears, had been watching the firing. We lost very little time in leaving, and for the night we dossed down in the scrub a mile further along the beach, where we were only exposed to the fire of spent bullets coming over the hills. Our fervent prayer was that we had said good-bye to shells.
The new position was very nice; it had been a farm—in fact the plough was still there, made of wood, no iron being used in its construction. Blackberries, olives, and wild thyme grew on the place, and also a kind of small melon. We did not eat any; we thought we were running enough risks already; but the cooks used the thyme to flavour the bovril, and it was a nice addition.
Not far from us something happened that was for all the world like an incident described by Zola in his "Dèbacle," when during the bombardment before Sedan a man went on ploughing in a valley with a white horse, while an artillery duel continued over his head. Precisely the same thing occurred here—the only difference being that here a man persisted in looking after his cattle, while the guns were firing over his head.
Walkley and Betts proved ingenious craftsmen. They secured two wheels left by the Signalling Corps, and on these fastened a stretcher; out of a lot of the web equipment lying about they made a set of harness; two donkeys eventuated from somewhere, and with this conveyance quite a lot of transport was done. Water and rations were carried as well, and the saving to our men was great. Goodness knows the bearers were already sufficiently worked carrying wounded.
The Bacchante did some splendid firing, right into the trenches every time. With one shot, amongst the dust and earth, a Turk went up about thirty feet: arms and legs extended, his body revolving like a catherine wheel. One saw plenty of limbs go up at different times, but this was the only time when I saw a man go aloft in extenso.
It was while we were in this position that W.O. Henderson was hit; the bullet came through the tent, through another man's arm and into Mr. Henderson. He was a serious loss to the Ambulance, as since its inception he had had sole charge of everything connected with the supply of drugs and dressings, and I missed his services very much.
We were now being kept very busy and had little time for rest, numbers of cases being brought down. Our table was made of four biscuit boxes, on which were placed the stretchers. We had to be very sparing of water, as all had to be carried. The donkey conveyance was kept constantly employed. Whenever that party left we used to wonder whether they would return, for one part of the road was quite exposed to fire; but Betts and Walkley both pulled through.
One night I had just turned in at nine-thirty, when Captain Welch came up to say that a bad casualty had come in, and so many came in afterwards that it was three o'clock in the following morning before I had finished operating. While in the middle of the work I looked up and found G. Anschau holding the lantern. He belonged to the 1st Field Ambulance, but had come over to our side to give any assistance he could. He worked like a Trojan.
We still had our swim off the beach from this position. It will be a wonderful place for tourists after the war is over. For Australians particularly it will have an unbounded interest. The trenches where the men fought will be visible for a long time, and there will be trophies to be picked up for years to come. All along the flat land by the beach there are sufficient bullets to start a lead factory. Then searching among the gullies will give good results. We came across the Turkish Quartermaster's store, any quantity of coats and boots and bully beef. The latter was much more palatable than ours.
Our men had a novel way of fishing; they threw a bomb into the water, and the dead fish would either float and be caught or go to the bottom—in which case the water was so clear that they were easily seen. Wilson brought me two, something like a mackerel, that were delicious.
As there was still a good deal of delay in getting the cases off, our tent was brought over from Canterbury Gully and pitched on the beach; the cooks keeping the bovril and biscuits going. We could not maintain it there long, however, as the Turks' rifle-fire was too heavy, so the evacuation was all done from Walker's Ridge about two miles away. The Casualty Clearing Station here (the 16th) was a totally different proposition from the other one. Colonel Corkery was commanding officer, and knew his job. His command was exceedingly well administered, and there was no further occasion to fear any block in getting our wounded off.
Amongst the men who came in to be dressed was one wounded in the leg. The injury was a pretty bad one, though the bone was not fractured. The leg being uncovered, the man sat up to look at it. He exclaimed "Eggs a cook! I thought it was only a scratch!"
Our bearers did great work here, Sergeant Baber being in charge and the guiding spirit amongst them. Carberry from Western Australia proved his worth in another manner. The 4th Brigade were some distance up the gully and greatly in want of water. Carberry seems to have the knack of divining, for he selected a spot where water was obtained after sinking. General Monash drew my attention to this, and Carberry was recommended for the D.C.M.
Early in August, soon after Colonel Manders was killed, I was promoted to his position as Assistant Director of Medical Services, or, as it is usually written, A.D.M.S. On this I relinquished command of the 4th Field Ambulance, and though I appreciated the honour of the promotion yet I was sorry to leave the Ambulance. We had been together so long, and through so much, and every member of it was of such sterling worth, that when the order came for me to join Headquarters I must say that my joy was mingled with regret. Everyone—officers, non-commissioned officers and men—had all striven to do their level best, and had succeeded. With one or two exceptions it was our first experience on active service, but all went through their work like veterans. General Godley, in whose division we were, told me how pleased he was with the work of the Ambulance and how proud he was to have them in his command. The Honour list was quite sufficient to satisfy any man. We got one D.S.O., two D.C.M.s, and sixteen "Mentioned in Despatches." Many more deserved recognition, but then all can't get it.
Major Meikle took charge, and I am sure the same good work will be done under his command. Captain Dawson came over with me as D.A.D.M.S. He had been Adjutant from the start until the landing, when he "handed over" to Captain Finn, D.S.O., who was the dentist. Major Clayton had charge of C Section; Captains Welch, Jeffries and Kenny were the officers in charge of the Bearer Divisions. Jeffries and Kenny were both wounded. Captain B. Finn, of Perth, Western Australia, was a specialist in eye and ear diseases. Mr. Cosgrove was the Quartermaster, and Mr. Baber the Warrant Officer; Sergeant Baxter was the Sergeant Clerk. To mention any of the men individually would be invidious. They were as fine a set of men as one would desire to command. In fact, the whole Ambulance was a very happy family, all doing their bit and doing it well.
On the 21st of August an attack was made on what were know as the W Hills—so named from their resemblance to that letter of the alphabet. Seated on a hill one had a splendid view of the battle. First the Australians went forward over some open ground at a slow double with bayonets fixed, not firing a shot; the Turks gave them shrapnel and rifle-fire, but very few fell. They got right up to the first Turkish trench, when all the occupants turned out and retired with more speed than elegance. Still our men went on, taking a few prisoners and getting close to the hills, over which they disappeared from my view. Next, a battalion from Suvla came across as supports. The Turks meanwhile had got the range to a nicety; the shrapnel was bursting neatly and low and spreading beautifully—it was the best Turkish shooting I had seen. The battalion was rather badly cut up, but a second body came across in more open order than the others, and well under the control of their officers; they took advantage of cover, and did not lose so many men. The fight was more like those one sees in the illustrated papers than any hitherto—shells bursting, men falling, and bearers going out for the wounded. The position was gained and held, but there was plenty of work for the Ambulance.
There were very few horses on the Peninsula, and those few belonged to the Artillery. But at the time I speak of we had one attached to the New Zealand and Australian Headquarters, to be used by the despatch rider. Anzac, the Headquarters of General Birdwood, was about two and a half miles away; and, being a true Australian, the despatch-carrier declined to walk when he could ride, so he rode every day with despatches. Part of the journey had to be made across a position open to fire from Walker's Ridge. We used to watch for the man every day, and make bets whether he would be hit. Directly he entered the fire zone, he started as if he were riding in the Melbourne Cup, sitting low in the saddle, while the bullets kicked up dust all round him. One day the horse returned alone, and everyone thought the man had been hit at last; but in about an hour's time he walked in. The saddle had slipped, and he came off and rolled into a sap, whence he made his way to us on foot.
When going through the trenches it is not a disadvantage to be small of stature. It is not good form to put one's head over the sandbags; the Turks invariably objected, and even entered their protest against periscopes, which are very small in size. Numbers of observers were cut about the face and a few lost their eyes through the mirror at the top being smashed by a bullet. On one occasion I was in a trench which the men were making deeper. A rise in the bottom of it just enabled me, by standing on it, to peer through the loophole. On commending the man for leaving this lump, he replied, "That's a dead Turk, sir!"
Watching the Field Artillery firing is very interesting. I went one day with General Johnstone of the New Zealand Artillery to Major Standish's Battery, some distance out on the left, and the observing station was reached through a long sap. It was quite close to the Turk's trenches, close enough to see the men's faces. All directions were given by telephone, and an observer placed on another hill gave the result of the shot—whether under, over, or to the right or left. Errors were corrected and the order to fire again given, the target meanwhile being quite out of sight of the battery commander.
It was amusing to hear the heated arguments between the Artillery and Infantry, in which the latter frequently and vehemently asseverated that they "could have taken the sanguinary place only our own Artillery fired on them." They invariably supported these arguments by the production of pieces of shell which had "blanky near put their Australian adjective lights out." Of course the denials of the Artillery under these accusations were very emphatic; but the production of the shell-fragments was awkward evidence, and it was hard to prove an alibi.
The advent of the hospital ship Maheno resulted in a pleasant addition to our dietary, as the officers sent ashore some butter, fresh bread and a case of apples. The butter was the first I had tasted for four and a half months. The Maheno belonged to the Union Company, and had been fitted up as a hospital ship under the command of Colonel Collins. He was the essence of hospitality, and a meal on board there was a dream.
While we were away along the beach for a swim one afternoon, the Turks began shelling our quarters. It had not happened previously, and everyone thought we were out of range. The firing lasted for about an hour and a half. I fully expected that the whole place would be smashed. On the contrary, beyond a few mules and three men hit, nothing had happened, and there was little in the ground to show the effects of the firing. (I noticed the same with regard to the firing of the naval guns. They appeared to lift tons of earth, but when one traversed the position later very little alteration could be detected.) The Turks, however started at night again, and one shot almost buried me in my dug-out.
The number of transports that came in and out of Anzac while we were there was marvellous, and a great tribute to the British Navy. There is no question as to who is Mistress of the Sea. Occasionally we heard of one being torpedoed, but considering the number constantly going to and fro those lost were hardly noticeable. The Southland was torpedoed while we were in Gallipoli, and Major Millard (who was on board) told me that there was not the slightest confusion, and only one life was lost.
One cannot conclude these reminiscences without paying a tribute to Abdul as a fighting man. All I know about him is in his favour. We have heard all about his atrocities and his perfidy and unspeakablenesses, but the men we met fought fairly and squarely; and as for atrocities it is always well to hear the other side of the question. At the beginning of the campaign it was commonly reported that the Turks mutilated our wounded. Now I believe that to be an unmitigated lie, probably given a start by men who had never set foot in the Peninsula—or who, if they did, had taken an early opportunity of departure. We were in a position to know whether any mutilation had occurred, and I certainly saw none. I believe that similar reports were existent among the Turks regarding us, and I formed that opinion from the attitude and behaviour of one of the prisoners when I went to dress his wound. He uttered most piteous cries and his conduct led me to believe that he thought he was to be illtreated. I have mentioned before the class to which most of the prisoners were. They were always most grateful for any kindness shown them.
As to their sense of fair play, when the Triumph was sunk, they never fired on her—though I understand it would have been quite allowable directly the men set foot on another warship. Again, about a fortnight after the landing at Anzac, we tried to land a force at Gaba Tepe, but had to retire and leave our wounded. The Turks signalled us to bring them off, and then they never fired or abused the white flag. The third instance occurred on our left, when we made the advance in August. Our Ambulance was under a hill, and a howitzer battery took up a position just in front. The Turk sent word that either the Ambulance or the battery would have to move, otherwise they would be forced to fire on the Ambulance.
The shells we got on the beach could not be attributed to any disregard of the Red Cross, for they could not see the flag, and moreover the Ordnance was next to us, a thing utterly out of order, but unavoidable under the circumstances.
My career on the Peninsula came to a close at the end of September, when I fell ill and was put on the hospital ship. The same evening a very willing attack was put up by the Turk. One had a good and most interesting view, as one was in perfect safety. The bursting shells in the darkness were very picturesque.
Prior to going off we had often discussed the pleasure of getting between sheets and into a decent bed—how one would curl up and enjoy it. But my first night under those conditions was spent in tossing about, without a wink of sleep. It was too quiet. Being accustomed to be lulled to sleep by the noise of six-inch guns from a destroyer going over my dug-out, I could now hear a pin drop, and it was far too quiet. We found we were to be sent to England. Malta was no place in which to get rid of Mediterranean fever. The treatment the people of England give the Australians is handsome in the extreme. They cannot do enough to make them comfortable. Country houses are thrown open to the invalided men, perfect strangers though they are, and all are welcome.
Together with Major Courtenay (with whom I came over) I was taken to Lockleys, in Hertfordshire. Sir Evelyn and Lady de La Rue had a standing invitation at Horseferry Road, the Australian Military Headquarters, for six officers. We happened to be among the lucky ones to be included, and the kindness I received from our host and hostess will be remembered during the remainder of my life.
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The books in this Catalogue may be obtained through any Bookseller in Australia, New Zealand and all other English-speaking Countries.
Intending purchasers are requested to write direct to the publishers if they have any difficulty in obtaining the books required.
English and Foreign trade orders should be sent to the publishers whose names appear in the body of the Catalogue; where no other name appears, they should be sent to the Oxford University Press, Amen Corner, London, E.C.
The costs of postage stated herein apply only to the Commonwealth of Australia.
February, 1916.
Just published.
THE SONGS OF A SENTIMENTAL BLOKE.
By C.J. Dennis. Tenth thousand. With 14 full-page Drawings by Hal Gye and Foreword by Henry Lawson. Cloth, 3s. 6d.
THE BULLETIN (Sydney): "'The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke' is the most typically Australian book published for a decade. Its humour, its sentiment, its genuine humanity, are expressed with feeling and an assured poetic craftsmanship. C.J. Dennis is not only an Australian poet: he is a poet."
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD: "Bill is a wholly delightful person, and from what he tells us of Doreen, she must be equally delightful ... Mr. Hal Gye's illustrations deserve mention; their idea is distinctly original, and the scheme is carried out cleverly."
DAILY TELEGRAPH (Sydney): "Captivatingly fresh and original ... The verse is very human and clean, and its appeal is universal, for it depicts the simple emotions that are not confined to the class that uses dialect ... Sure to be popular, because it has the qualities of humour and lifelikeness. Also the feeling in it rings true."
THE ARGUS (Melbourne): "The genuine humour of these larrikin love poems is all the more effective because beneath the surface fun there is a suggestion of deeper feelings that ennoble men and unite them in the bonds of common fellow ship."
THE AGE (Melbourne): "'The Sentimental Bloke' is a striking conception and his portrayal masterly."
THE HERALD (Melbourne): "The Bloke is a character who is likely long to remain deservedly popular in this country's literature. 'The sonnet shining in the eyes' has been fixed by Mr. Dennis in what is certainly a classic of its class, and he secures an effect of true poetry without straining a simile or defying the canons of Australia's colloquial speech."
QUEENSLANDER: "A well-printed, cleverly-illustrated, and pleasant to handle little volume. The humour of the 'Sentimental Bloke' has an exquisite quality, its sentiment a tenderness, and its philosophy a soundness which compel attention ... genuine poetry ... a sensitive appreciation of the beautiful ... wholesome philosophy.. admirable verses."
THE THREE KINGS, AND OTHER VERSES.
By WILL LAWSON. With portrait. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
Will Lawson is a New Zealander who, through the Bulletin, has made an Australasian reputation. His verses are bright and lively, in the Kipling manner, and full of human interest.
A BOOK OF AUSTRALIAN VERSE FOR BOYS AND GIRLS.
Edited, with Introduction and Notes, by BERTRAM STEVENS. With numerous portraits. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
This book is thoroughly representative of the best Australian verse, and, although intended mainly as a selection suitable for young folks, it contains many pieces favoured by older readers. A number of the poems are not obtainable in any other book.
THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF AUSTRALIAN VERSE.
Edited, with Introduction and Notes, by BERTRAM STEVENS. New (fourth) edition, revised and enlarged. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
ATHENAEUM: "May be regarded as representative of the best short pieces written by Australians or inspired by life in Australia or New Zealand."
London: Macmillan & Co., Limited.
THE POETICAL WORKS OF BRUNTON STEPHENS.
As finally revised by the author, re-arranged and printed from new type, with photogravure portrait. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
THE TIMES: "This collection of the works of the Queensland poet, who has for a generation deservedly held a high place in Australian literature, well deserves study."
DAILY NEWS: "In turning over the pages of this volume, one is struck by his breadth, his versatility, his compass, as evidenced in theme, sentiment, and style."
WHERE THE DEAD MEN LIE AND OTHER POEMS.
By BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE. Second edition, revised and enlarged, with memoir, portraits, and 32 illustrations. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
J. BRUNTON STEPHENS, in THE BULLETIN: "Boake's work is often praised for its local colour; but it has something better than that. It has atmosphere—Australian atmosphere, that makes you feel the air of the place—breathe the breath of the life."
AT DAWN AND DUSK: Poems.
By VICTOR J. DALEY. Fourth edition. With photogravure portrait. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
BOOKMAN: "These verses are full of poetic fancy musically expressed."
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD: "The indefinable charm is here, and the spell, and the music.... A distinct advance for Australian verse in ideality, in grace and polish, in the study of the rarer forms of verse, and in the true faculty of poetic feeling and expression."
WINE AND ROSES: A New Volume of Poems.
By VICTOR J. DALEY. With portrait. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
DAILY TELEGRAPH: "Most of his verse is tinged with sadness—as in most Irish poetry—but there is a fine imaginative quality that lifts it to a far higher plane than that of the conventional melancholy rhymer. There are poems in this book that recall the magic of Rossetti.... Victor Daley has left his mark in the beginnings of an Australian literature."
HOW HE DIED, AND OTHER POEMS..
By JOHN FARRELL. Fourth edition. With memoir, appreciations, and photogravure portrait. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
MELBOURNE AGE: "Farrells contributions to the literature of this country were always distinguished by a fine, stirring optimism, a genuine sympathy, and an idealistic sentiment, which in the book under notice find their fullest expression."
THE MAN FROM SNOWY RIVER, AND OTHER VERSES.
By A.B. Paterson. Fifty-eighth thousand. With photogravure portrait and vignette title. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
ATHENAEUM: "Swinging, rattling ballads of ready humour, ready pathos, and crowding adventure ... Stirring and entertaining ballads about great rides, in which the lines gallop like the very hoofs of the horses."
London: Macmillan & Co., Limited.
RIO GRANDE'S LAST RACE, AND OTHER VERSES.
By A.B. Paterson. Seventeenth thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
SPECTATOR: "There is no mistaking the vigour of Mr. Paterson's verse; there is no difficulty in feeling the strong human interest which moves in it."
London: Macmillan & Co., Limited.
THE SECRET KEY, AND OTHER VERSES.
By George Essex Evans. Second edition, with portrait. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
GLASGOW HERALD: "There is ... the breath of that apparently immortal spirit which has inspired ... almost all that is best in English higher song."
THE BOOKMAN: "Mr. Evans has written many charming and musical poems ... many pretty and haunting lines."
IN THE DAYS WHEN THE WORLD WAS WIDE, AND OTHER VERSES.
By Henry Lawson. Twentieth thousand. With photogravure portrait. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
THE ACADEMY: "These ballads (for such they mostly are) abound in spirit and manhood, in the colour and smell of Australian soil. They deserve the popularity which they have won in Australia, and which, we trust, this edition will now give them in England."
VERSES, POPULAR AND HUMOROUS.
By HENRY LAWSON. Eighteenth thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
NEW YORK JOURNAL: "Such pride as a man feels when he has true greatness as his guest, this newspaper feels in introducing to a million readers a man of ability hitherto unknown to them. Henry Lawson is his name."
WHEN I WAS KING, AND OTHER VERSES.
By HENRY LAWSON. Tenth thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
THE SPECTATOR: "A good deal of humour, a great deal of spirit, and a robust philosophy are the main characteristics of these Australian poets. Because they write of a world they know, and of feelings they have themselves shared in, they are far nearer the heart of poetry than the most accomplished devotees of a literary tradition."
ON THE TRACK AND OVER THE SLIPRAILS.
By HENRY LAWSON. Twentieth thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
DAILY CHRONICLE: "Will well sustain the reputation its author has already won as the best writer of Australian short stories and sketches."
FAIR GIRLS AND GRAY HORSES, WITH OTHER VERSES.
By WILL H. OGILVIE. Revised edition, completing twentieth thousand. With portrait. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
SCOTSMAN: "Its verses draw their natural inspiration from the camp, the cattle trail, and the bush; and their most characteristic and compelling rhythms from the clatter of horses' hoofs."
HEARTS OF GOLD, AND OTHER VERSES.
By WILL H. OGILVIE. Fourth thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
DAILY TELEGRAPH: "Will be welcomed by all who love the stirring music and strong masculine feeling of this poet's verse."
WHILE THE BILLY BOILS.
By HENRY LAWSON. With eight illustrations by F.P. Mahony. Thirty-second thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
THE ACADEMY: "A book of honest, direct, sympathetic, humorous writing about Australia from within is worth a library of travellers' tales ... The result is a real book—a book in a hundred. His language is terse, supple, and richly idiomatic. He can tell a yarn with the best."
CHILDREN OF THE BUSH.
By HENRY LAWSON. Eleventh thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
THE BULLETIN: "These stories are the real Australia, written by the foremost living Australian author ... Lawson's genius remains as vivid and human as when he first boiled his literary billy."
JOE WILSON AND HIS MATES.
By HENRY LAWSON. Eleventh thousand. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d.; full morocco, gilt edges, 6s. (postage 2d.)
THE ATHENAEUM: "This is a long way the best work Mr. Lawson has yet given us. These stories are so good that (from the literary point of view of course) one hopes they are not autobiographical. As autobiography they would be good, as pure fiction they are more of an attainment."
London: Wm. Blackwood & Sons.
LAURENCE HOPE'S LOVE LYRICS.
Uniformly bound in fancy boards with cloth back. 6s. (postage 3d.) per volume.
THE GARDEN OF KAMA.
DAILY CHRONICLE: "No one has so truly interpreted the Indian mind—no one, transcribing Indian thought into our literature, has retained so high and serious a level, and quite apart from the rarity of themes and setting—the verses remain—true poems."
STARS OF THE DESERT.
OUTLOOK: "It is not merely that these verses describe Oriental scenes and describe them with vividness, there is a feeling in the rhythm—a timbre of the words that seems akin to the sand and palm-trees and the changeless East."
INDIAN LOVE.
SPECTATOR: "The poetry of Laurence Hope must hold a unique place in modern letters. No woman has written lines so full of a strange primeval savagery—a haunting music—the living force of poetry."
London: William Heinemann.
THE WITCH MAID, AND OTHER VERSES.
By DOROTHEA MACKELLAR. Cloth gilt, gilt top, 3s. 6d. (postage 2d.)
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD: "She possesses to a remarkable degree the faculty of conjuring up before our eyes an extraordinarily vivid picture in a single line or even a word or two. Miss Mackellar can grasp the essential spirit of a scene, and what is rarer still, can find words to make us, too, see it, where before we have been blind."
London: J.M. Dent & Co. Ltd.
TO-MORROW: A Dramatic Sketch of the Character and Environment of Robert Greene.
By J. LE GAY BRERETON. Paper cover, 1s. 6d. (postage 1d.)
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD: "The first Australian play of literary worth."
SONGS OF A SUNLIT LAND.
By COLONEL J.A. KENNETH MACKAY. Cloth gilt, 3s. 6d. (postage 2d.)
STORIES OF OLD SYDNEY.
By CHARLES H. BERTIE. With 53 pen and pencil drawings by SYDNEY URE SMITH. Cloth cover, printed in colours, 3s. 6d. (postage 1d.)
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD: "A charming and interesting little book ... they live and breathe, and he has contrived to make actual to us those remote and almost incredible days.... Mr. Smith's admirable illustrations are an equally important feature of the book, which, in addition to its interest, presents a great antiquarian value."
THE RISING OF THE COURT, AND OTHER SKETCHES IN PROSE AND VERSE.
By HENRY LAWSON. With picture cover (Commonwealth Series), 1s. (postage 1d.)
QUEENSLAND TIMES: "These stories show Lawson at his best, and Lawson at his best is not to be beaten by short story writers in current literature."
AN OUTBACK MARRIAGE: A Story of Australian Life.
By A.B. PATERSON. Ninth thousand, with picture cover (Commonwealth Series), 1s. (postage 1d.)
SCOTSMAN: "The chief virtue of the book lies in its fresh and vivid presentment of the wild life and the picturesque manners of the Australian bush, while in form and style it claims recognition as a work of considerable literary distinction."
THE OLD BUSH SONGS.
Collected and edited by A.B. PATERSON. Thirteenth thousand, with picture cover (Commonwealth Series), 1s. (postage 1d.)
DAILY TELEGRAPH: "Rude and rugged these old bush songs are, but they carry in their vigorous lines the very impress of their origin and of their genuineness.... Mr. Paterson has done his work like an artist."
GODS AND WOOD THINGS.
By L.H. ALLEN. Paper boards, 1s. (postage 1d.)
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD: "Mr. Allen is one of the select band who are saturated with classic lore and who seek to translate the beings of pagan mythology to the Australian bush. 'Gods and Wood Things' contains both prose and verse—the latter rhapsodical, the former mystical."
BUSHLAND STORIES.
By AMY ELEANOR MACK. Second edition, with coloured illustrations and decorated cloth cover, 3s. 6d. (postage 2d.)
ACADEMY: "It is not often that we have the pleasure to welcome from Australia a book of so many charming short stories as are contained in the volume before us."
SCOTSMAN: "Charming and simple nursery tales, appetisingly touched with local colour of the Bush."
BIRMINGHAM DAILY POST: "There is a daintiness and distinct charm in these fairy tales."
SCRIBBLING SUE, AND OTHER STORIES.
By AMY ELEANOR MACK. With coloured and other illustrations and decorated cloth cover, 3s. 6d. (postage 2d.)
These stories are written in the same happy vein as "Bushland Stories." Miss Mack's intense love of nature is reflected in all her books, and her readers, both young and old, are at once attracted by the natural ring of her work.
GEM OF THE FLAT: A. Story of Young Australians.
By CONSTANCE MACKNESS. With coloured and other illustrations and decorated cloth cover, 3s. 6d. (postage 2d.)
"Gem of the Flat" is a story of Australian bush children. The local colouring is distinctly good; the children are alive, and talk like real children; the incidents are natural and well described. The style is fresh, the dialogue well managed, and the story as a whole is interesting and pleasant, with a good tone about it.
DOT AND THE KANGAROO.
By ETHEL C. PEDLEY. Illustrated by F.P. Mahony. Third edition, with decorated cloth cover, 2s. 6d. (postage 2d.)
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD: "'Dot and the Kangaroo' is without doubt one of the most charming books that could be put into the hands of a child. It is admirably illustrated by Frank P. Mahony, who seems to have entered thoroughly into the animal world of Australia. The story is altogether Australian.... It is told so simply, and yet so artistically, that even the 'grown-ups' amongst us must enjoy it."
THE ANNOTATED CONSTITUTION OF THE AUSTRALIAN COMMONWEALTH.
By Sir JOHN QUICK, LL.D., and R.R. GARRAN, C.M.G. Royal 8vo., cloth gilt, 21s.
THE TIMES: "A monument of industry."
THE STATE AND FEDERAL CONSTITUTIONS OF AUSTRALIA.
By K.R. CRAMP, M.A., Examiner, N.S.W. Department of Public Instruction. With portraits and illustrations. Second edition, revised. Cloth gilt, 3s. 6d. (postage 2d.)
N.S.W. PUBLIC INSTRUCTION GAZETTE: "Not only sound and scholarly, but is written by a teacher of long experience.... Has the additional advantage of being absolutely up to date.... Altogether an admirable piece of work.... An interesting, very helpful, and very necessary handbook."
HISTORY OF AUSTRALASIA: From the Earliest Times to the Present Day.
By ARTHUR W. JOSE, author of "The Growth of the Empire." Fifth edition, thoroughly revised, with many new maps and illustrations from rare originals in the Mitchell Library. Cloth gilt, 3s. 6d. (postage 2d.)
THE BULLETIN: "It is the most complete handbook on the subject available; the tone is judicial and the workmanship thorough.... The new chapter on Australian Literature is the best view yet presented."
HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SYDNEY.
By H.E. BARFF, M.A., Registrar. With numerous illustrations. Cloth gilt, 7s. 6d. (postage 2d.)
Published some years ago in connection with the Jubilee Celebrations of the University, this volume contains the official record of its foundation and growth.
THE UNIVERSITY OF SYDNEY: ITS HISTORY AND PROGRESS.
By ROBERT A. DALLEN. With 68 illustrations from photographs. Crown 4to., 3s. 6d. (postage 1d.)
SOME EARLY RECORDS OF THE MACARTHURS OF CAMDEN, 1789-1834.
Edited by SIBELLA MACARTHUR ONSLOW. With coloured plates and numerous facsimile reproductions of original documents. Cloth gilt, 15s. (postage 6d.)
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD: "No man ever entered on a better fight with his fellow citizens, with the Governors, with the British Government, with the scientists, with the judicial authorities, indeed with almost every authority that was there to be fought, than John Macarthur when he undertook single-handed the great fight which finally established the wool industry in Australia."
Uniform with the above.
LIFE OF CAPTAIN MATTHEW FLINDERS, R.N.
By ERNEST SCOTT, Professor of History in the University of Melbourne, author of "Terre Napoléon" etc. With numerous portraits, maps, manuscripts in facsimile, etc. Cloth gilt, 21s. (postage 6d.)
THE BULLETIN: "Will take its place as one of the great biographies in our language. The inexplicable fact that hitherto no full biography of the first man to circumnavigate Australia has appeared is also a fortunate fact. Flinders has waited a century for his biographer, and it was worth this silence of a hundred years to find Ernest Scott.... And to this fervor of research must be added Ernest Scott's lucid literary style and his interest in the personal side of his subject. Equipment, style, sympathy, and his subject combine to make a brilliant achievement in biography.... A word must in mere justice be added in praise of the publishers. The appearance of the book is worthy of its contents."
LIFE OF LAPEROUSE.
By PROFESSOR ERNEST SCOTT. With Chart of Voyages in the Pacific, and 13 illustrations. Cloth, 3s. 6d. (postage 1d.) For school edition see page 31.
This story of Lapérouse's work as an explorer and his close association with Australia is a most important contribution to our history. The illustrations are from authentic sources and very interesting.
A POPULAR GUIDE TO THE WILD FLOWERS OF NEW SOUTH WALES.
By FLORENCE SULMAN. Vol. I., with 51 full-page illustrations. Cloth, 3s. 6d. Vol. II., with 72 full-page illustrations. Cloth, 6s. (postage 2d. each.)
SYDNEY MORNING HERALD: "This book can be taken into the bush, and by its aid practically any flower identified without previous knowledge of botany. It is a book that has been badly needed."
SOME FAMILIAR AUSTRALIAN WILD FLOWERS.
Photographed by Mrs. A.E. SULMAN. Paper cover, 2s. (postage 1d.)
AUSTRALIAN WILD FLOWERS: Second Series.
Photographed by Mrs. A.E. SULMAN. Paper cover, 2s. (postage 1d.)
These are the best representation by photography of Australian wild flowers, and are particularly suitable for sending to friends abroad.
THE PLANTS OF NEW SOUTH WALES: An Analytical Key to the Flowering Plants (except Grasses and Rushes) and Ferns of the State, with a list of native plants discovered since 1893.
By W.A. DIXON, F.I.C., F.C.S. With Glossary and 49 diagrams. Cloth gilt, 3s. 6d. (postage 2d.)
A BUSH CALENDAR.
By AMY ELEANOR MACK. Third edition, revised, with 42 photographs of birds, flowers, bush scenes, etc. Cloth, 3s. 6d. (postage 1d.)
LITERARY WORLD: "A pleasant little book.... There is much to interest those who have no personal knowledge of the antipodes ... and to those who know the country, the vivid descriptions will bring back many happy recollections."
BUSH DAYS.
By AMY ELEANOR MACK. With 39 photographs. Cloth (uniform with "A Bush Calendar"), 3s. 6d. (postage 1d.)
T.P.'s WEEKLY (London): "A delightful book of descriptive studies in nature."
THE BUTTERFLIES OF AUSTRALIA:
A Monograph of the Australian Rhopalocera.
By G.A. Waterhouse, B.Sc., B.E., F.E.S., and G. Lyell, F.E.S. With 4 coloured and 39 uncoloured full-page plates, and numerous figures in the text. Demy 4to., cloth gilt, 42s. (postage 6d.)
Nature (London) says: "The study of the butterflies of Australia is certain to be greatly advanced by the appearance of this admirable work, containing 43 excellent quarto plates, of which 4 are coloured. In addition to this abundant and most necessary illustration in plates, the reader is provided with numbers of text-figures as well as a valuable map-index of localities.... A concluding section, with 'Notes on Collecting and Collections,' complete the work by rendering it a sufficient guide to the beginner. The keen Australian naturalist is now provided with a foundation upon which to build."
AN INTRODUCTION TO THE GEOLOGY OF NEW SOUTH WALES.
By C.A. Sussmilch, F.G.S. Second edition, thoroughly revised and greatly enlarged, with folding coloured map and 100 other maps and illustrations. Cloth gilt, 7s. 6d. (postage 3d.)
Australian Mining Standard: "Students are greatly indebted to Mr. Sussmilch for the able manner in which he has presented in compact form all that is known at the present time on the subject.... The illustrations throughout are excellent, but the coloured geological map which serves as a frontispiece is a model of what such a map should be, avoiding the opposite evils of overcrowding and meagreness. Mr. Sussmilch's book should be of value, not only to students in the colleges, but to those practical miners who are also students."
THE PRINCIPLES AND PRACTICE OF BOILER CONSTRUCTION.
By W.D. Cruickshank, M.I. Mech. E., late Chief Engineering Surveyor, New South Wales Government. Second edition, revised and enlarged, with 70 illustrations. Cloth gilt, 15s. (postage 3d.)
Journal of the Marine Engineers' Association: "A practical treatise on the construction and management of steam boilers ... will be found of great value to practical engineers."
CHRISTOPHER COCKLE'S AUSTRALIAN EXPERIENCES.
By "OLD BOOMERANG" (J.R. HOULDING). Revised edition, with 2 portraits. Cloth gilt, 5s. (postage 2d.)
Originally published under the title "Australian Capers," this volume has been out of print for many years, and copies which have come into the market secondhand have been purchased at enhanced prices. The author has at last consented to its republication and has thoroughly revised it. As a picture of Australian life thirty or forty years ago the book is worthy of a permanent place in our literature, and it contains plenty of fun and humour for both old and young.
THE MOTHER STATE: The Physical Features, Natural Resources, Geology, Scenery, Climate, Industries and Commerce of New South Wales.
By J.M. TAYLOR, M.A., LL.B. With 85 illustrations and maps. Cloth gilt, 3s. 6d. (postage 2d.)
This is the only up-to-date general description of New South Wales available for sending to friends abroad. All the information is drawn from the latest authentic sources and the illustrations and maps add largely to the book's interest and value.
THE HOME DOCTORING OF ANIMALS.
By HAROLD LEENEY, M.R.C.V.S. Fourth edition, thoroughly revised and greatly enlarged, with nearly 100 illustrations. 8vo., cloth, 12s. 6d. (postage 8d.)
London: Macdonald & Martin.
SIMPLE TESTS FOR MINERALS: Every Man his own Analyst.
By JOSEPH CAMPBELL, M.A., F.G.S., M.I.M.E. Fourth edition, revised and enlarged (completing the twelfth thousand). With illustrations. Cloth, round corners, 3s. 6d. (postage 1d.)
BALLARAT STAR: "This is an excellent little work, and should be in the hands of every scientific and practical miner."
BENDIGO EVENING MAIL: "Should be in every prospector's kit. It enables any intelligent man to ascertain for himself whether any mineral he may discover has a commercial value."