My Tropic Isle

My Tropic Isle

E. J. Banfield

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"Such is this delicious Isle - this unkempt, unrestrained garden where the centuries gaze upon perpetual summer. Small it is, and of varied charms - set in the fountain of time-defying youth." By the popular Australian author who wrote "Confessions of a Beachcomber."

Preface

Much of the contents of this book was published in the NORTH QUEENSLAND REGISTER, under the title of "Rural Homilies." Grateful acknowledgments are due to the Editor for his frank goodwill in the abandonment of his rights.

Also am I indebted to the Curator and Officers of the Australian Museum, Sydney, and specially to Mr. Charles Hedley, F.L.S., for assistance in the identification of specimens. Similarly I am thankful to Mr. J. Douglas Ogilby, of Brisbane, and to Mr. A. J. Jukes-Browne, F.R.S., F.G.S., of Torquay (England).

THE AUTHOR.

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