Rolf Boldrewood,
A Colonial Reformer, Vol. 1 (of 3…
“ They had now reached the crest of the hill, the deep-toned ceaseless roll of the surf-billows had long been in their ears.‘That is Bondi,’ said Antonia, pointing southward. ‘I have heard that sound at intervals all my life. I used to dream of it when I was a little child.’Ernest looked southward over a rolling, rugged down, flecked with patches of low underwood and heath, to where a broad, milk-white beach received the vast rollers of a boundless ocean. No point or headland broke the continuous distance of the immense dark blue plain which stretched to the utmost boundary of vision. ”
