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The Home of the Blizzard: Being the Story of the Australasian Antarctic Expedition, 1911-1914. E-book. Formato PDF Douglas Mawson - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
The object of this book is to present a connected narrative of the Expedition from a popular and general point of view. The field of work is a very extensive one, and I feel that this account provides a record inadequate to our endeavours. However, I am comforted by the fact that the lasting reputation of the Expedition is founded upon the scientific volumes which will appear in due course.Allusion to the history of Antarctic exploration has been reduced to a minimum, as the subject has been ably dealt with by previous writers. This, and several other aspects of our subject, have been relegated to special appendices in order to make the story more readable and self contained.A glossary of technicalities is introduced for readers not familiar with the terms. In the same place is given a list of animals referred to from time to time. There, the common name is placed against the scientific name, so rendering it unnecessary to repeat the latter in the text.The reports handed to me by the leaders concerning the work of sledging journeys and of the respective bases were in the main clearly and popularly written. Still it was necessary to make extensive excisions so as to preserve a "balance" of justice in all the accounts, and to keep the narrative within limits. I wish to assure the various authors of my appreciation of their contributions.Mr. Frank Hurley's artistic taste is apparent in the numerous photographs. We who knew the circumstances can warmly testify to his perseverance under conditions of exceptional difficulty.
In Forest Land. E-book. Formato PDF Douglas Malloch - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
Let other bards their harps attune To sing of gold and courts and kings; But leave to me the hush of June, The music that the forest sings. Let other bards from fields of blood Send up their hymns to mighty Mars; But leave to me the quiet wood, The tender moonlight and the stars. I'll hang my harp upon a tree, Where ev'ry passing breeze may play, And catch the leafy minstrelsy, The music of the shaded way. Yea, I will teach this harp of mine To sing the song the forest sings, To mingle with the sob of pine The silver aspen's whisperings. For I would find that sweetest chord That makes the forest harmony, Would wake at will the music poured To ev'ry zephyr by the tree. To know thee more my spirit longs, O melody of leaves astir.