Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Content
- Preface
- Foreword By John Lucas
- Prologue
- To Tasmania with Mrs Meredith
- At Sea with Mrs Meredith
- What Mr Meredith asked the Ship's Owner about Dick
- Mrs Meredith looks about her
- Mrs Meredith and Hobart Culture
- Mrs Meredith and Hunting
- Flora and Fossil
- Mrs Meredith goes a-Gypsying and enjoys a Barbecue
- The Merediths attend a Ceremony
- Mrs Meredith speaks of the Good Old Days of Privatisation …
- You Rambling Boys of Liverpool
- The Call of the Genes
- Dear Mrs Meredith
- Dear Mr Simpson
- On the Right Side of the Earth
- Epilogue
- Melbourne Central Cemetery
- Select Bibliography
Flora and Fossil
from To Tasmania with Mrs Meredith
- Frontmatter
- Content
- Preface
- Foreword By John Lucas
- Prologue
- To Tasmania with Mrs Meredith
- At Sea with Mrs Meredith
- What Mr Meredith asked the Ship's Owner about Dick
- Mrs Meredith looks about her
- Mrs Meredith and Hobart Culture
- Mrs Meredith and Hunting
- Flora and Fossil
- Mrs Meredith goes a-Gypsying and enjoys a Barbecue
- The Merediths attend a Ceremony
- Mrs Meredith speaks of the Good Old Days of Privatisation …
- You Rambling Boys of Liverpool
- The Call of the Genes
- Dear Mrs Meredith
- Dear Mr Simpson
- On the Right Side of the Earth
- Epilogue
- Melbourne Central Cemetery
- Select Bibliography
Summary
Above Hobart
Great numbers of singular ‘grass trees’
(Xanthorrea arborea), all ages and growths,
short, tall, straight, and crooked,
each with a long tressed head of rushy leaves.
On the Road from Jerusalem
Straggling dingy gum trees (Eucalyptus),
wattle and honeysuckle-trees (Acacia
and Banksia) and ‘cutting grass’ so sharp
dogs have been injured running there.
Delighted to see some fern
like common forest-fern or brake back home,
but stunted, crisped with drought.
At Richmond
The then police magistrate, geologist and virtuoso,
afforded us
an agreeable evening. Many limestone fossils
were new to me.
The room in which my poor maid slept was stored
with choice and bulky
specimens, such skillintons and dead men's bones
as bad
as vaultses under churches, death's heads, cross-bones
she went
and had such horrid odorous dreams.
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- Cutting the Clouds Towards , pp. 12Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 1999