The Eureka Stockade

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whole face of the earth. The fool in his heart says, "There is no God." The truth, however slow, step by step,

r spend his money in grog. He who reads this book to smoke a pipe over it, let him provide himself with Plenty of tobacco-he wil

friend or foe. The observation on, and induction from the facts, are here stamped with sincerity: I ask

r, is stationary. I was in the centre. I was an actor, and therefore an eye-witness. The events I relate, I did see them pass before me. The persons I speak of, I

ublishing this work; but a third reason is at the

, to publish a work at which I have been plodding the past eighteen years. An ocean of grief would overwhelm me if then I had to vindicate my c

the truth of my text above, because

ignoble oblivion, and vindicate the unrewarded bravery of one of yourselves! He was once my mate, the bearer of our standard, the "Southern Cross." Shot down by a murderous hand, he fell and died st

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ch subscriber by the Author's own hand, on the site of the Eureka Stock