“Seeing the last of you” [short story by Henry Lawson]

[Editor: Published in Over the Sliprails, by Henry Lawson (1900).] “Seeing the last of you” “When you’re going away by boat,” said Mitchell, “you ought to say good-bye to the women at home, and to the chaps at the last pub. I hate waiting on the wharf or up on deck when the boat’s behind […]

They wait on the wharf in black [short story by Henry Lawson]

[Editor: Published in Over the Sliprails, by Henry Lawson (1900).] They wait on the wharf in black “Seems to me that honest, hard-working men seem to accumulate the heaviest swags of trouble in this world.” — Steelman. Told by Mitchell’s mate. We were coming back from West Australia, steerage — Mitchell, the Oracle, and I. […]

Black Joe [short story by Henry Lawson]

[Editor: Published in Over the Sliprails, by Henry Lawson (1900).] Black Joe They called him Black Joe, and me White Joe, by way of distinction and for the convenience of his boss (my uncle), and my aunt, and mother; so, when we heard the cry of “Bla-a-ack Joe!” (the adjective drawn out until it became […]

New Year’s night [short story by Henry Lawson]

[Editor: Published in Over the Sliprails, by Henry Lawson (1900).] New Year’s night It was dark enough for anything in Dead Man’s Gap — a round, warm, close darkness, in which retreating sounds seemed to be cut off suddenly at a distance of a hundred yards or so, instead of growing faint and fainter, and […]

A daughter of Maoriland [short story by Henry Lawson]

[Editor: Published in Over the Sliprails, by Henry Lawson (1900).] A daughter of Maoriland A sketch of poor-class Maoris The new native-school teacher, who was “green,” “soft,” and poetical, and had a literary ambition, called her “August,” and fondly hoped to build a romance on her character. She was down in the school registers as […]