A shipwreck. A tropical island. A small band of castaways. From among them an unlikely leader emerges.
“So we camped that night on the summit. And when…I awoke and sat up, I saw Greatheart's figure standing, tremendous against the red disc of the level sun. About him…he had swathed the old Australian flag…
And, seeing him haloed, as it were, by the red sun, I perceived a certain aspect of power in his face, an unexpected suggestion of grandeur. Wrapped in his strange garment, he looked almost heroic. About him was the blue of the heavens, and on his breast were stars.”
A shipwreck. A tropical island. A small band of castaways. From among them an unlikely leader emerges.
“So we camped that night on the summit. And when…I awoke and sat up, I saw Greatheart's figure standing, tremendous against the red disc of the level sun. About him…he had swathed the old Australian flag…
And, seeing him haloed, as it were, by the red sun, I perceived a certain aspect of power in his face, an unexpected suggestion of grandeur. Wrapped in his strange garment, he looked almost heroic. About him was the blue of the heavens, and on his breast were stars.”