{"id":255607,"date":"2026-07-13T04:29:01","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:29:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/cane-michael-joseph-and-robert-donaldson-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T04:29:01","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:29:01","slug":"cane-michael-joseph-and-robert-donaldson-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/cane-michael-joseph-and-robert-donaldson-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Cane – Michael Joseph And Robert Donaldson (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Red eyed him for a minute. \u2018I’ll tell ya what I\u2019m gointa do \u2014 nuthin\u2019! He wagged his head from side to side. \u201cTrust me to end up on a strippa dirt nexta that crew. Reckon if things don\u2019t improve, I’ll get shot of it and set up again on t\u2019other side of the Plateau.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018But you\u2019ve cleared five acres already.\u2019 \u2018Can stay cleared! Soddem. A feller\u2019s gotta have his inde-bloody- pendence, Else or no Else.\u2019 He paused, then asked, \u201cDo the boys know about this ?\u2019 \u2018Know? The whole district knows. Have another beer.\u2019 Five timbercutters pushed through the door. Reg, the leader, indicated the bar. \u2018There he is, the bloody old stallion hisself!\u2019 He strode across the floor with.a hand out.<\/p>\n

\u2018How are yuh, Red boy?\u2019 Red ignored the hand. \u2018Fine lotta cobbers I got. Y\u2019look like a bunch of hungry relatives at a rich feller\u2019s funeral. Now piss off and leave me alone, I got thinking t\u2019do.\u2019 He turned his back. \u2018We\u2019s come in to help yuh, Red,\u2019 said: Reg in a voice that indicated otherwise. \u2018Came rushin\u2019 in special.\u2019 \u2018Well yous can rush flamin\u2019 out again special,\u2019 snarled Red.<\/p>\n

\u2018Now get off outa here while I\u2019s still friendly. Go and have a roll, get shagged, shoot bloody through!\u2019 Reg was undeterred. \u201cYou better give your cobbers the drum, Red. Who\u2019s this new sheila?\u2019 \u2018And why for Chrissake should I talk to you lotta drongs abouta lady ?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Lady? Old belt from Brissie, I reckon.\u2019 \u2018 \u201cPig\u2019s arse she is! She\u2019s a beaut. And all for the Red feller.\u2019 Red drank a toast to himself. \u2018Or any other feller that rolls in.\u2019 \u2018Deaner a time \u2014 \u2014 and free on Sunday.\u2019 \u201cYa mob of cronks,\u2019 jeered Red. \u201cYa wouldn\u2019t know a sheila from a knot-hole. I tell ya she\u2019s a corker, a whoppy-dazzler.<\/p>\n

And I know – I\u2019ve been there!\u2019 He stuck a thumb in his shirt. Reg made a careful study of him, then pronounced gravely, ‘ \u2018Reckon he has, too,\u2019 and retired behind his glass. \u2018And she\u2019s gotta shop,\u2019 Red boasted. \u201cYou\u2019re kidding.\u2019 \u2018L ain\u2019t. She\u2019s gotta ladies\u2019 shop in Main Street.\u2019 \u201cWell stone the crows. Where\u2019d you pick her up, Red?\u2019 \u2018Never you mind.\u2019 \u2018Aw come on, sport. How\u2019d you find her \u2014 on the beat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLeave him alone,\u2019 ordered Reg. *Can\u2019t y\u2019see he\u2019s going strong? \u2018Now Red,\u2019 \u2014 he turned back, serious \u2014\u2018what\u2019s this heifer like?\u2019 \u2018I told ya, all class.\u2019 \u2018All arse, you mean.\u2019 Til do you, Rocky, y\u2019great emu!\u201d \u201cHey, Red, what about. Elsie?\u2019 \u2018Yair, she won\u2019t take this little lot lying down.\u2019 e n- Red stared moodily at the window. \u2018I ain\u2019t saying nuthin\u2019. You lot is saying it for me.\u2019 ag you better shoot back to the gully while your head\u2019s still on.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Head? It ain\u2019t his head we\u2019re worried about.\u2019 Reg broke off to study his watch. He drained his beer. \u2018Next race is on inaminnit.<\/p>\n

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CANE! is a panoramic novel of Australia. It is a story which explores the extremes of endurance, passion and courage. CANE! is the story of the men and women who have come to Queensland to wrest a living from the sun ravaged cane fields. CANE! tells of Bluey, the frail young Englishman who refuses to bow to the agony of raw joints and torn muscles. . . of the shy, innocent Dusty who loves Bluey, and of the not so innocent Kate who lusts after him .<\/p>\n

of Tiny, the giant who heads the best cane gang in the north… and of the many others who have exiled themselves to the inferno called CANE! Avan, i pn al em ROBERT DONALDSON and MICHAEL JOSEPH me with RUSSELL BRADDON First Published in Great Britian by Sphere Books, 1967, reprinted December 1967. \u00a9 Robert Donaldson and Michael Joseph, 1967 Africa\u2014East: Thomas Nelson & Sons Ltd. Africa\u2014South: Thomas Nelson & Sons (Africa) (Pty) Ltd. Africa\u2014West: Thomas Nelson & Sons Ltd.<\/p>\n

Australia: Thomas Nelson (Australia) Ltd. Bahamas: Calypso Distributors Ltd, Belgium: Agence et Messageries de la Presse, S.A. Canada: Thomas Nelson & Sons (Canada) Ltd. Caribbean: Roland I, Khan (Trinidad), Central America: Centro Anglo Mexicano del Libro (Mexico) Denmark: Sven Gade, Scandinavian Book Wholesale France: Librarie Etrangere, Hachette Germany: Distropa Buchvertrieb Gibraltar: Estogans Agencies Ltd. Greece: Hellenic Distribution Agency Ltd, Holland: Van Ditmar Hong Kong: Western Publications Distribution Agency (HK) Ltd, Israel: Steimatzky\u2019s Agency Ltd.<\/p>\n

Iraq: Dar Alaruba Universal Distribution Co, Lebanon: International Publishers Representatives Malaysia & ; Singapore: Marican & Sons (Malaysia) (Sdn) Berhad Malta: Progress Press Co. Ltd. New Zealand: Hodder & Stoughton Ltd, Portugal: Electroliber Limitada Spain: Comercial Atheneum, S.A. Sweden: Importbokhandeln Switzerland: Friedr, Daeniker Thailand: The Pramuansarn Publishing House Zambia: Kingstons (North) Ltd. TRADE MARE Conditions of Sale \u2014 This book shall not without the written consent of the Publishers first given be lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise disposed of by way of trade in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, Any similarity or apparent connection between the characters in this story and actual persons, whether alive or dead is purely coincidental.<\/p>\n

Printed in Great Britain by Hunt Barnard & Co.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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