THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL (1917)
PART 1
| Chapter | Title | Page |
| By Way of Introduction (See below.) | 7 | |
| I. | Swings and Round-Abouts | 11 |
| II. | The Ivied Porch | 20 |
| III. | The Enjoyment of Sorrow | 30 |
| IV. | The Other Side of the Hill | 40 |
| V | On the Old Man’s Trail | 49 |
| VI. | Sandy | 58 |
| VII. | The Enchanted Coat | 67 |
| VIII. | Companions of the Bush | 76 |
| IX. | The Man in the Moon | 84 |
PART 2
| Chapter | Title | Page |
| I. | Forgetful Green | 97 |
| II. | I. O. U | 105 |
| III. | A Scrap of Paper | 114 |
| IV. | The Lattice Window | 124 |
| V. | Luxuriating Among Cowslips | 133 |
| VI. | A Chip of History | 145 |
| VII. | Maxims of the Mud | 154 |
| VIII. | Concerning Samuel Creggan | 163 |
| IX. | Punch and Judy | 172 |
| X. | Charades |
180 |
PART 3
| Chapter | Title | Page |
| I. | “Millions! Millions!” | 191 |
| II. | White Elephants | 200 |
| III. | “That Will Do It!” | 208 |
| IV. | Anniversaries at Ebenezer | 218 |
| V. | The Ministry of Nonsense | |
| VI. | The Grin | |
| VII. | My Tobacco | 247 |
| VIII. | The Powder Magazine | 255 |
| IX. | The Benediction | 267 |
BY WAY OF INTRODUCTION
For over twenty years I lived among the mountains. Their rugged summits saluted me every morning. Mountains are usually employed in literature as emblems of immutability. My own experience is quite otherwise. To me they were positively kaleidoscopic. I never saw a mountain look just the same two days running; whilst the fantastic changes that overtook them as I viewed them from different points of the compass were a perennial source of wonder and admiration. It was always worth while seeing the peak from the other side, even if that side were windswept, bleak, and bare. We might prefer the shelter of our own side ; but, when we returned, the view of the mountain from the dining-room window was always more satisfying because of our ability to supplement the scene from our newly acquired knowledge of the land beyond the ranges.
In this book I have tried to see The Other Side of the Hill — and the other side of other things. We shall probably be glad to get home again and to resume our usual outlook; but we shall at least return to the old home with a new content, and, let us hope, with a few fresh landscapes in the picture-gallery of memory.
FRANK W. BOREHAM.
Armadale, Melbourne, Australia.

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