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BENGALA or, Some Time Ago (in two volumes)
BENGALA or, Some Time Ago (in two volumes)
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"A two volume novel of pre-goldrush settlement in New South Wales, written by a woman who lived in Australian 1840-45, before returning to England to live at Eton. It is clearly influenced by the work of Jane Austen."
--http://usyd.academia.edu/SusanLever/Books/327895/Mary_Theresa_Vidal_Bengala_or_Some_Time_Ago
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CONTENTS:
VOLUME I.
I. THE DISTRICT
II. NEIGHBOURS
III. LANGVILLE.
IV. VINE LODGE.
V. THE PETITION.
VI. EXCITEMENT AMONG THE CONVICTS.
VII. FROM A LADY'S BOUDOIR TO A CONVICT'S HUT.
VIII. 'THE QUEEN WAS IN THE PANTRY.'
IX. THE BURNING OFF.
X. HOW THEY RIDE IN AUSTRALIA.
XI. CURTAIN LECTURES.
XII. A RAINY FOREGROUND AND RUIN IN PERSPECTIVE.
XIII. LYNCH'S SKYLARK.
XIV. BREAKING THE ICE.
XV. "COME BACK."
XVI. A BUSH NYMPH.
XVII. THE LONDON THIEF SEEKS AMUSEMENT.
XVIII. MYSTERIOUS NEIGHBOURS.
XIX. A BREEZE BEFORE BREAKFAST.
XX. MYSTIFICATION.
XXI. MR. LANG'S GUEST.
XXII. THE PRIEST AND HIS PEOPLE.
XXIII. THE WOLF AT THE DOOR.
XXIV. STORMS WITHOUT AND WITHIN.
XXV. SOMETHING IN THE WIND.
VOLUME II.
I. CONFESSION AND CONFUSION.
II. FURTHER EXPLANATION.
III. UNWELCOME VISITORS, AND FAREWELL.
IV. FRATERNAL CONFIDENCES.
V. 'FREE AGAIN!'
VI. THE BUSHRANGER'S PROGRESS.
VII. THE WEDDING HEAD-DRESS.
VIII. THE HURRICANE.
IX. THE STOCKMAN'S ROUNDS.
X. THE NEW SCHOOLYARD.
XI. BUSH-RANGING.
XII. THE CHASE.
XIII. THE LARK'S LAST SONG.
XIV. LAST WORDS.
XV. LYNCH SLEEPS—ISABEL ACTS.
XVI. DOING BETTER THAN THINKING.
XVII. LIFE AT WESTBROOKE.
XVIII. MOONBEAMS.
XIX. 'ABSENCE MAKES THE HEART GROW PONDER'.
XX. THE HOUR OP TEMPTATION.
XXI. THE NEWSPAPER PARAGRAPH.
XXII. CHANGED CIRCUMSTANCES.
XXIII. MR. SCOTT'S GUEST.
XXIV. THE CARICATURE.
XXV. WORSE AND WORSE.
XXVI. THE DESSERT.
XXVII. READING THE NEWS.
XXVIII. TELLING THE NEWS.
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An excerpt from the beginning of the:
Volume I.
I. THE DISTRICT
The evening breeze was faintly rising, and stirred the leaves of begonias while the palm trees in front of the low, steep-roofed cottage, leaned towards the verandah, which a lady sat, alternately patting a huge kangarooed dog and speaking to a man who stood without the gate which separated the verandah from the yard.
'Really, my good man, it is no use for you to stay! I have told you that my brother--that Mr. Herbert is not at home. He has been up the country.'
'They say he'll be back to-night,' the man answered, in a somewhat dogged and surly tone.
'Probably so, very probably; but of course he cannot be expected to attend to you. Can't you say what you want? You are one of Mr. Lang's men, I think.'
'I am, my lady,' and a half-smile of no very pleasant meaning changed his countenance for an instant. 'Well, as it seems I can't get a hearing to--night, maybe you'll be pleased to tell the gentleman that Lynch wants a word with him badly. He'll attend to me to-morrow, I'll warrant.'
Touching his hat, he turned away. The lady rose, too, and did her best to watch him off the premises, for she had lived long enough among convicts, she said, not to trust them.
At the men's huts, a short way from the house, the man Lynch lingered to light his pipe.
'Got your ticket, Lynch?' asked one man.
Lynch smiled bitterly. 'Ask Lang,' he said.
'O, Lynch is going to marry; don't you know that?' another said, stretching himself on the ground as he spoke.
'Ay, ay! Is that it? What, to pretty singing Nell, I suppose? And is she to work on the farm and draw double rations, or how?'
'How?' said Lynch, 'how? Why, when I've got my ticket, I'll need no double ration from any man. But there's the pinch. Lang don't fancy tickets!'
'I've heard he's a hard man,' remarked the first speaker. 'For me, I've a wife and four children over sea, and I want no more of that gear. As to a ticket, if I had one this minute, I'd get it made out for this district. You may go further and fare worse than Herbert for a master, I think. He's a fair man.'
'He is,' returned Lynch, 'and I want to have a word with him now. I suppose 'tis by Creek he'll be coming?'
***
"A two volume novel of pre-goldrush settlement in New South Wales, written by a woman who lived in Australian 1840-45, before returning to England to live at Eton. It is clearly influenced by the work of Jane Austen."
--http://usyd.academia.edu/SusanLever/Books/327895/Mary_Theresa_Vidal_Bengala_or_Some_Time_Ago
***
CONTENTS:
VOLUME I.
I. THE DISTRICT
II. NEIGHBOURS
III. LANGVILLE.
IV. VINE LODGE.
V. THE PETITION.
VI. EXCITEMENT AMONG THE CONVICTS.
VII. FROM A LADY'S BOUDOIR TO A CONVICT'S HUT.
VIII. 'THE QUEEN WAS IN THE PANTRY.'
IX. THE BURNING OFF.
X. HOW THEY RIDE IN AUSTRALIA.
XI. CURTAIN LECTURES.
XII. A RAINY FOREGROUND AND RUIN IN PERSPECTIVE.
XIII. LYNCH'S SKYLARK.
XIV. BREAKING THE ICE.
XV. "COME BACK."
XVI. A BUSH NYMPH.
XVII. THE LONDON THIEF SEEKS AMUSEMENT.
XVIII. MYSTERIOUS NEIGHBOURS.
XIX. A BREEZE BEFORE BREAKFAST.
XX. MYSTIFICATION.
XXI. MR. LANG'S GUEST.
XXII. THE PRIEST AND HIS PEOPLE.
XXIII. THE WOLF AT THE DOOR.
XXIV. STORMS WITHOUT AND WITHIN.
XXV. SOMETHING IN THE WIND.
VOLUME II.
I. CONFESSION AND CONFUSION.
II. FURTHER EXPLANATION.
III. UNWELCOME VISITORS, AND FAREWELL.
IV. FRATERNAL CONFIDENCES.
V. 'FREE AGAIN!'
VI. THE BUSHRANGER'S PROGRESS.
VII. THE WEDDING HEAD-DRESS.
VIII. THE HURRICANE.
IX. THE STOCKMAN'S ROUNDS.
X. THE NEW SCHOOLYARD.
XI. BUSH-RANGING.
XII. THE CHASE.
XIII. THE LARK'S LAST SONG.
XIV. LAST WORDS.
XV. LYNCH SLEEPS—ISABEL ACTS.
XVI. DOING BETTER THAN THINKING.
XVII. LIFE AT WESTBROOKE.
XVIII. MOONBEAMS.
XIX. 'ABSENCE MAKES THE HEART GROW PONDER'.
XX. THE HOUR OP TEMPTATION.
XXI. THE NEWSPAPER PARAGRAPH.
XXII. CHANGED CIRCUMSTANCES.
XXIII. MR. SCOTT'S GUEST.
XXIV. THE CARICATURE.
XXV. WORSE AND WORSE.
XXVI. THE DESSERT.
XXVII. READING THE NEWS.
XXVIII. TELLING THE NEWS.
***
An excerpt from the beginning of the:
Volume I.
I. THE DISTRICT
The evening breeze was faintly rising, and stirred the leaves of begonias while the palm trees in front of the low, steep-roofed cottage, leaned towards the verandah, which a lady sat, alternately patting a huge kangarooed dog and speaking to a man who stood without the gate which separated the verandah from the yard.
'Really, my good man, it is no use for you to stay! I have told you that my brother--that Mr. Herbert is not at home. He has been up the country.'
'They say he'll be back to-night,' the man answered, in a somewhat dogged and surly tone.
'Probably so, very probably; but of course he cannot be expected to attend to you. Can't you say what you want? You are one of Mr. Lang's men, I think.'
'I am, my lady,' and a half-smile of no very pleasant meaning changed his countenance for an instant. 'Well, as it seems I can't get a hearing to--night, maybe you'll be pleased to tell the gentleman that Lynch wants a word with him badly. He'll attend to me to-morrow, I'll warrant.'
Touching his hat, he turned away. The lady rose, too, and did her best to watch him off the premises, for she had lived long enough among convicts, she said, not to trust them.
At the men's huts, a short way from the house, the man Lynch lingered to light his pipe.
'Got your ticket, Lynch?' asked one man.
Lynch smiled bitterly. 'Ask Lang,' he said.
'O, Lynch is going to marry; don't you know that?' another said, stretching himself on the ground as he spoke.
'Ay, ay! Is that it? What, to pretty singing Nell, I suppose? And is she to work on the farm and draw double rations, or how?'
'How?' said Lynch, 'how? Why, when I've got my ticket, I'll need no double ration from any man. But there's the pinch. Lang don't fancy tickets!'
'I've heard he's a hard man,' remarked the first speaker. 'For me, I've a wife and four children over sea, and I want no more of that gear. As to a ticket, if I had one this minute, I'd get it made out for this district. You may go further and fare worse than Herbert for a master, I think. He's a fair man.'
'He is,' returned Lynch, 'and I want to have a word with him now. I suppose 'tis by Creek he'll be coming?'
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