Is the beated braveller makes his way through the monotonous parts of Australia through the Bush this level expanses and clamps of grey ble gum trees he occasionally hearsa singular sound. Beginning on whalind of sharp tone Shiling through a wing noise it grows
Boutier and louder til it becomes a sort of enigdy roadhe traveller be a new comer, he is probably pushed to the degree of the bean
The instrument which produces the sounds that we women to remain atar satoy familiar to English country as they call it the bulle
arer. The common builkroarer is an inexpensive to which anyone can make. I do not however recommend it to miles for the reasons. In the
first place, produces a mese horrible and unexampled in which endast the very young but endersitetested by persons of mature age.
In the second place the character of the toy is such that it will almost infallibiy break all that is fragile in the house where it is used and will probably
put out the eyes of some of the inhabitants
Which phrases from the passage mastectively show the author's bias toward a
O monotonous plains level expanses
02. sharp tone, whiring noise
03. ne comer, probably puzzle
most hode, detested by

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