Old Convict Days

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T. F. Unwin, 1899 - Australia - 338 pages
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Page v - FROM distant climes, o'er wide-spread seas we come, Though not with much eclat, or beat of drum ; True patriots all, for, be it understood, We left our country for our country's good : No private views disgraced our generous zeal, What urged our travels was our country's weal : And none will doubt but that our emigration Has proved most useful to the British nation.
Page 222 - Homos : domestic — anyway, to look after the table and the parlor and chamber work, and my husband said we might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb...
Page 109 - Dont waste your time at family funerals grieving for your relatives: attend to life, not to death: there are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it, and better.
Page 63 - Is there any hangings to it" meaning had 1 anything to give him (to bribe him with) to lay the lash on lightly. ' "Yes" I answered. ' "All right" he said and then buckled to his work. The falls of the cat were enough to take my breath away and to draw my blood freely, although comparatively lightly laid on. The superintendent stood by now...
Page 10 - Darlaston, which although a big and important town, had neither magistrate nor courthouse. An infirm old man acted as the constable, watchman and beadle. If he wanted to take anyone up, he had merely to go to the culprit and say 'Come'.
Page 31 - At the .• same time he did not fail to point out the punishment that would surely follow fresh crimes.
Page 63 - If I had a donkey what wouldn't go, Do you think I'd wollop him?
Page 63 - I was strapped up spreadeagled on the triangle, my three mates standing in front of me. If a man while receiving his hundred strokes shouted out through pain he was looked upon as a 'sandstone
Page viii - I well remember the place, with its gloomy prison buildings perched high upon its treeless sides, the ever-pacing, red-coated sentries, the sonorous clang of the prison bell, and the long lines of wretched convicts marching to and from their toil in the dry dock or among the sandstone quarries.
Page 234 - I'll go and lie near the fence, on the watch. He's sure to send information about us if she gives him a hint.' I lay there till all in the house was in darkness, and hearing or seeing no one on the move, I went back to bed. We slept in one bed, and Wilson was sound asleep when I came in. We slept till getting on for daybreak, when a tremendous rattling at the bolted door aroused us. ' Who's there ? ' I cried.

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