FOREWORD 



before bricks and mortar, trams and trains. And every day the city grows 

 quicker, and spreads fa) ther, till it seems as if, in a very little while, there 

 will be no bush left at all. 



77iose of us who love the trees and flowers and birds, watch with sad 

 eyes the passing of the bush. Sometimes we raise our voice iu protest, or 

 lift helpless hands against the onwjrd rush. But it is in vain. The city 

 grows and grows, and the country must give way. While it is still with 

 us I have tried to catch with my pen a picture of some of the spots most dear 

 to me. If, in the pages of this little book, I have been able to keep for others 

 a memory of some greenwood spot, a fragrance of some bushland floiuer, 

 then I am content. 



I give my thanks to the proprietors of the "Sydney Morning Herald" 

 for permission to reprint these articles, which first appeared iu the pages 

 of that journal. 



A. E. H. 

 Sydney, 

 IQ/I. 



