Other editions of book A final reckoning : a tale of bush life in Australia / by G. A. Henty ... With eight full-page illustrations, by W. B. Wollen

Join Henty's Hero on an adventure in Australia in the early days of its settlement, when the bush-rangers and the natives constituted a real and formidable danger. Reuben, a young English lad, after rather a stormy boyhood, emigrates to Australia, where he gets employment as an officer in the mounted police. Throughout, Reuben displays selflessness and endurance through trial. He encounters a dangerous life on the frontier, and must finally reckon with his past and an old enemy.

In this tale I have left the battlefields of history, and have written a story of adventure in Australia, in the early days when the bush rangers and the natives constituted a real and formidable danger to the settlers. I have done this, not with the intention of extending your knowledge, or even of pointing a moral, although the story is not without one; but simply for a change—a change both for you and myself, but frankly, more for myself than for you. You know the old story of the boy who bothered his brains with Euclid, until he came to dream regularly that he was an equilateral triangle enclosed in a circle. Well, I feel that unless I break away sometimes from history, I shall be haunted day and night by visions of men in armour, and soldiers of all ages and times.If, when I am away on a holiday I come across the ruins of a castle, I find myself at once wondering how it could best have been attacked, and defended. If I stroll down to the Thames, I begin to plan schemes of crossing it in the face of an enemy; and if matters go on, who can say but that I may find myself, some day, arrested on the charge of surreptitiously entering the Tower of London, or effecting an escalade of the keep of Windsor Castle! To avoid such a misfortune—which would entail a total cessation of my stories, for a term of years—I have turned to a new subject, which I can only hope that you will find as interesting, if not as instructive, as the other books which I have written.A young English lad, after rather a stormy boyhood, emigrates to Australia and gets employment as an officer in the mounted police. A few years of active work on the frontier, where he has many a brush with both natives and bush-rangers, gain him promotion to a captaincy, and he eventually settles down to the peaceful life of a squatter. Let's Journey Wiht Him.

In this tale I have left the battlefields of history, and have written astory of adventure in Australia, in the early days when the bushrangers and the natives constituted a real and formidable danger tothe settlers. I have done this, not with the intention of extending yourknowledge, or even of pointing a moral, although the story is notwithout one; but simply for a change—a change both for you andmyself, but frankly, more for myself than for you. You know the oldstory of the boy who bothered his brains with Euclid, until he cameto dream regularly that he was an equilateral triangle enclosed in acircle. Well, I feel that unless I break away sometimes from history, Ishall be haunted day and night by visions of men in armour, andsoldiers of all ages and times.

In this tale I have left the battlefields of history, and have written astory of adventure in Australia, in the early days when the bushrangers and the natives constituted a real and formidable danger tothe settlers. I have done this, not with the intention of extending yourknowledge, or even of pointing a moral, although the story is notwithout one; but simply for a change—a change both for you andmyself, but frankly, more for myself than for you. You know the oldstory of the boy who bothered his brains with Euclid, until he cameto dream regularly that he was an equilateral triangle enclosed in acircle. Well, I feel that unless I break away sometimes from history, Ishall be haunted day and night by visions of men in armour, andsoldiers of all ages and times.

In this tale I have left the battlefields of history, and have written astory of adventure in Australia, in the early days when the bushrangers and the natives constituted a real and formidable danger tothe settlers. I have done this, not with the intention of extending yourknowledge, or even of pointing a moral, although the story is notwithout one; but simply for a change—a change both for you andmyself, but frankly, more for myself than for you. You know the oldstory of the boy who bothered his brains with Euclid, until he cameto dream regularly that he was an equilateral triangle enclosed in acircle. Well, I feel that unless I break away sometimes from history, Ishall be haunted day and night by visions of men in armour, andsoldiers of all ages and times.

In this tale I have left the battlefields of history, and have written astory of adventure in Australia, in the early days when the bushrangers and the natives constituted a real and formidable danger tothe settlers. I have done this, not with the intention of extending yourknowledge, or even of pointing a moral, although the story is notwithout one; but simply for a change—a change both for you andmyself, but frankly, more for myself than for you. You know the oldstory of the boy who bothered his brains with Euclid, until he cameto dream regularly that he was an equilateral triangle enclosed in acircle. Well, I feel that unless I break away sometimes from history, Ishall be haunted day and night by visions of men in armour, andsoldiers of all ages and times.

In this tale I have left the battlefields of history, and have written astory of adventure in Australia, in the early days when the bushrangers and the natives constituted a real and formidable danger tothe settlers. I have done this, not with the intention of extending yourknowledge, or even of pointing a moral, although the story is notwithout one; but simply for a change—a change both for you andmyself, but frankly, more for myself than for you. You know the oldstory of the boy who bothered his brains with Euclid, until he cameto dream regularly that he was an equilateral triangle enclosed in acircle. Well, I feel that unless I break away sometimes from history, Ishall be haunted day and night by visions of men in armour, andsoldiers of all ages and times.

In this tale I have left the battlefields of history, and have written astory of adventure in Australia, in the early days when the bushrangers and the natives constituted a real and formidable danger tothe settlers. I have done this, not with the intention of extending yourknowledge, or even of pointing a moral, although the story is notwithout one; but simply for a change—a change both for you andmyself, but frankly, more for myself than for you. You know the oldstory of the boy who bothered his brains with Euclid, until he cameto dream regularly that he was an equilateral triangle enclosed in acircle. Well, I feel that unless I break away sometimes from history, Ishall be haunted day and night by visions of men in armour, andsoldiers of all ages and times.

In this tale I have left the battlefields of history, and have written astory of adventure in Australia, in the early days when the bushrangers and the natives constituted a real and formidable danger tothe settlers. I have done this, not with the intention of extending yourknowledge, or even of pointing a moral, although the story is notwithout one; but simply for a change—a change both for you andmyself, but frankly, more for myself than for you. You know the oldstory of the boy who bothered his brains with Euclid, until he cameto dream regularly that he was an equilateral triangle enclosed in acircle. Well, I feel that unless I break away sometimes from history, Ishall be haunted day and night by visions of men in armour, andsoldiers of all ages and times.

In this tale I have left the battlefields of history, and have written astory of adventure in Australia, in the early days when the bushrangers and the natives constituted a real and formidable danger tothe settlers. I have done this, not with the intention of extending yourknowledge, or even of pointing a moral, although the story is notwithout one; but simply for a change—a change both for you andmyself, but frankly, more for myself than for you. You know the oldstory of the boy who bothered his brains with Euclid, until he cameto dream regularly that he was an equilateral triangle enclosed in acircle. Well, I feel that unless I break away sometimes from history, Ishall be haunted day and night by visions of men in armour, andsoldiers of all ages and times.

In this tale I have left the battlefields of history, and have written astory of adventure in Australia, in the early days when the bushrangers and the natives constituted a real and formidable danger tothe settlers. I have done this, not with the intention of extending yourknowledge, or even of pointing a moral, although the story is notwithout one; but simply for a change—a change both for you andmyself, but frankly, more for myself than for you. You know the oldstory of the boy who bothered his brains with Euclid, until he cameto dream regularly that he was an equilateral triangle enclosed in acircle. Well, I feel that unless I break away sometimes from history, Ishall be haunted day and night by visions of men in armour, andsoldiers of all ages and times.

An exciting adventure of outlaws in the early days of the Australian gold rush, when fortunes were made and stolen, and when bush rangers and natives constituted a real and formidable danger to the settlers. "All boys will read this story with eager and unflagging interest. The episodes are in Mr. Henty's very best vein--graphic, exciting, realistic; and, as in all Mr. Henty's books, the tendency is to the formation of an honourable, manly, and even heroic character."--Birmingham Post.