Synopsis
The Miner's Right: A Tale of the Australian Goldfields is a novel written by Rolf Boldrewood and published in 1893. The story is set during the gold rush era in Australia, and follows the adventures of a young man named Dick Marston, who travels to the goldfields to seek his fortune. Dick meets a variety of characters on his journey, including other miners, prospectors, and bushrangers. He also falls in love with a young woman named Kate, who is the daughter of a wealthy landowner. However, their romance is threatened by the class divide between them and the disapproval of Kate's father.As Dick works hard to find gold and build a life for himself, he becomes embroiled in a number of conflicts and challenges. He must navigate the dangers of the goldfields, including accidents, illness, and the threat of violence from other miners. He also faces legal challenges, as he must obtain a miner's right in order to legally mine for gold.The Miner's Right is a classic adventure novel that captures the excitement and danger of the Australian gold rush. It explores themes of class, love, and the pursuit of wealth, and offers a vivid portrayal of life in the goldfields during this period of Australian history.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
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Mid-K ent, for which high privilege I paid, or rather my uncle did, 100 sterliag. So, I had learned to plough indifferently, and could be trusted to harrow, a few side strokes not mattering in that feat of agriculture. I could pronounce confidently on the various samples of seed wheat submitted to me, and I had completely learned the art of colouring a meerschaum by smoking daily and hourly what I then took to be the strongest tobacco manufactured. It wasnt bad fun. Jane Mangold, the old farmers daughter, who was coaching me, was a pretty girl, with rosy cheeks, a saucy nose, and no end of soft, fluffy, fair hair. We were capital friends, and she stood by me when I got into disgrace by over-driving the steam-engine one day, and nearly blowing up the flower of the village population of Dibblestowe Leys. Now and then I had a little shooting, and a by-day with the Tickham hounds. Life passed on so peacefully and pleasantly that I was half inclined to think of taking a farm near the Leys at the end of my term, and asking Jane to help with the dairy, poultry, cider, and housekeeping department. Then a Kttle incident happened which changed the current of ideas generally, and my life in particular. It was one of the fixtures of the Tickham hounds, which sometimes honoured our slowish neighbourhood. Old Mangold, being grumpy, had told me that I might go to Bishop s Cote, or indeed considerably further, for all the help I was to him. I had cheerfully accepted his somewhat ungracious permission, and mounted on a young horse I was schooling for Dick Cheriton, a farmers son of sporting tastes, I made my way over, pleased with my mount, satisfied with my boots, and altogether of opinion that I was better treated by fortune than usual. I could ride, to do myself justice, and shoot. Second whip or under keeper were the only posts for which I was really qualified. I could m
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