My Tropic Isle E-Book

E.j.banfield

• Herausgeber: E. J. Banfield
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Edmund James "Ted" Banfield (4 September 1852 – 2 June 1923) was an author and naturalist, best known for his book Confessions of a Beachcomber.

Leseprobe

My Tropic Isle

E. J. Banfield

Table of Contents

Preface

In the Beginning

A Plain Man’s Philosophy

“Much Riches in a Little Room”

Silences

Fruits and Scents

His Majesty the Sun

A Tropic Night

Reading to Music

The Birth and Breaking of Christmas

The Sport of Fate

Fight to a Finish

Sea-Worms and Sea-Cucumbers

Some Marine Novelties

Some Curious Bivalves

Barrier Reef Crabs

The Blockade of the Mullet

Wet Season Days

Insect Ways

Intelligent Birds

Swifts and Eagles

Socialistic Birds

Sharks and Rays

The Recluse of Rattlesnake

Hamed of Jeddah

Young Barbarians at Play

Tom and His Concerns

“Debils-DEBILS”

To Paradise and Back

The Death Bone

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.

Chapter I

In the Beginning

Had I a plantation of this Isle, my lord —

* * *

I’ the Commonwealth I would by contraries

Execute all things; for no kind of traffic

Would I admit . . . riches, poverty

And use of service, none.

SHAKESPEARE

How quaint seems the demand for details of life on this Isle of Scent and Silence! Lolling in shade and quietude, was I guilty of indiscretion when I babbled of my serene affairs, and is the penalty so soon enforced? Can the record of such a narrow, compressed existence be anything but dull? Can one who is indifferent to the decrees of constituted society; who is aloof from popular prejudices; who cares not for the gaieties of the crowd or the vagaries of fashion; who does not dance or sing, or drink to toasts, or habitually make any loud noise, or play cards or billiards, or attend garden parties; who has no political ambitions; who is not a painter, or a musician, or a man of science; whose palate is as averse from ardent spirits as from physic; who is denied the all-redeeming vice of teetotalism; who cannot smoke even a pipe of peace; who is a casual, a nonentity a scout on the van of civilisation dallying with the universal enemy, time — can such a one, so forlorn of popular attributes, so weak and watery in his tastes, have aught to recite harmonious to the, ear of the world?

Yet, since my life — and in the use, of the possessive pronoun here and elsewhere, let it signify also the life of my life-partner — is beyond the range of ordinary experience, since it is immune from the ferments which seethe and muddle the lives of the many, I am assured that a familiar record will not be deemed egotistical, I am scolded because I did not confess with greater zeal, I am bidden to my pen again.

An attempt to fulfil the wishes of critics is confronted with risk. Cosy in my security, distance an adequate defence, why should I rush into the glare of perilous publicity? Here is an unpolluted Isle, without history, without any sort of fame. There come to it ordinary folk of sober understanding and well-disciplined ideas and tastes, who pass their lives without disturbing primeval silences or insulting the free air with the flapping of any ostentatious flag. Their doings are not romantic, or comic, or tragic, or heroic; they have no formula for the solution of social problems, no sour vexations to be sweetened, no grievance against society, no pet creed to dandle. What is to be said of the doings of such prosaic folk — folk who have merely set themselves free from restraint that they might follow their own fancies without hurry and without hindrance?