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Title: Bunyip Land
A Story of Adventure in New Guinea

Author: George Manville Fenn

Illustrator: Gordon Browne

Release Date: May 4, 2007 [EBook #21301]

Language: English

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Bunyip Land; a Story of Adventure in New Guinea,
by George Manville Fenn.

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Joe Carstairs is a boy on a farm in Australia. His father is a keen
naturalist who, some years before had set off for New Guinea in search
of specimens, and never been heard of again. Joe is old enough to mount
a search expedition, and takes with him a local doctor and an
aboriginal worker on his farm. They find themselves joined by a
stowaway, Jimmy, whose father is a squatter (farmer) nearby, together
with his dog, Gyp.

This team sets off, arrive in New Guinea, hire some more porters, and
travel guided by some sixth sense straight to where Mr Carstairs has
been kept a prisoner, along with another Englishman, whose mind has
gone, under the stress of his imprisonment.

There are the usual close shaves and tense moments, but finally they
achieve their end, and return home triumphantly.

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BUNYIP LAND; A STORY OF ADVENTURE IN NEW GUINEA,
BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.

CHAPTER ONE.

HOW I MADE MY PLANS AND THEY WERE ENDORSED.

"Now, Master Joseph, do adone now, do. I'm sure your poor dear eyes'll
go afore you're forty, and think of that!"

"Bother!"

"What say, my dear?"

"Don't bother."

"You're always running your finger over that map thing, my dear. I
can't abear to see it."

Nurse Brown looked over the top of her spectacles at me and shook her
head, while I bent lower over the map.

Then the old lady sighed, and went on making cottage windows all over my
worsted stockings, giving vent to comments all the time, for the old
lady had been servant to my grandmother, and had followed her young
mistress when she married, nursing me whe