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Title: Sheilah McLeod
A Heroine of the Back Blocks
Author: Guy Boothby
Release Date: November 3, 2012 [eBook #41269]
Language: English
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Sheilah McLeod


SHEILAH McLEOD
Frontispiece.
SHEILAH McLEOD
A Heroine of the Back Blocks
BY GUY BOOTHBY
AUTHOR OF
'DR NIKOLA,' 'A BID FOR FORTUNE,' 'THE BEAUTIFUL WHITE
DEVIL,' 'THE FASCINATION OF THE KING,' ETC.
LONDON
SKEFFINGTON & SON, PICCADILLY
Publishers to H.M. The Queen and H.R.H. The Prince of Wales
1897
All Rights reserved.
Copyright in the United States of America by the
F. A. Stokes Company
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE | |
VAKALAVI IN THE SAMOAN GROUP, | 1 |
CHAPTER I | |
OLD BARRANDA ON THE CARGOO RIVER, SOUTH- WESTERN QUEENSLAND, |
20 |
CHAPTER II | |
HOW I FIRST LEARNED MY LOVE FOR SHEILAH, | 50 |
CHAPTER III | |
WHISPERING PETE, | 71 |
CHAPTER IV | |
THE RACE, | 107 |
CHAPTER V | |
CONSEQUENCES, | 139 |
CHAPTER VI | |
COLIN McLEOD, | 170 |
CHAPTER VII | |
I PROPOSE TO SHEILAH, | 199 |
CHAPTER VIII | |
A VISIT FROM WHISPERING PETE, | 216 |
CHAPTER IX | |
SHEILAH'S LOYALTY, | 229 |
CHAPTER X | |
THE TRIAL, | 242 |
CHAPTER XI | |
HOW I ESCAPED, | 281 |
SHEILAH McLEOD
PROLOGUE VAKALAVI IN THE SAMOAN GROUP
Looking back on it now I can recall every circumstance connected with that day just as plainly as if it had all happened but yesterday. In the first place, it was about the middle of the afternoon, and the S.E. trade, which had been blowing lustily since ten o'clock, was beginning to die away according to custom.
There had been a slight shower of rain in the forenoon, and now, standing in the verandah of my station looking across the blue lagoon with its fringe of boiling surf, it was my good fortune not only to have before me one of the finest pictures in the South Pacific, but to be able to distinctly smell the sweet perfume of the frangipani blossom and wild lime in the jungle which clothed the hillside behind me. I walked to one end of the verandah and stood watching a group of native girls making tappa outside the nearest hut—then to the other, and glanced into my overflowing copra shed, and from it at the bare shelves of the big trade room opposite. The one, as I say, was full, the other sadly empty, and for more than a week I had been bitterly lamenting the non-arrival of the company's schooner, which was supposed