" 'The Black Police,' by a New Zealand author, Mr. Arthur Vogan, is not of the penny dreadful order; it takes rank far above much of the trash successfully produced of recent years for the novel reading public. The book is not a novel, though an interesting story is interwoven with the revelations regarding the terrible treatment of the blacks in Queensland — revelations as thrilling as any tiling recorded in Harriet Beecher Stowe's celebrated work, ' Uncle Tom's Cabin. , If half the allega tions are true, Mr. Vogan has done a good and noble work by directing the attention of the world to a condition of matters that is nothing less than an awful reproach to any civilised and Christian community. The front cover of the book contains a picture of one of the shameful scenes said to be. frequently enacted in the back parts of Queensland —an unfortunate gin, roped by the hands to a stockyard, is undergoing a Hogging with the lash on the bare back from one of the station hands. The illustration on the frontispiece is still more revolting. A surprise party of squatters have come across a native camp, and, in tiie early dawn, ' disperse' by slaying with rifle bullet and tomahawk every native man, woman, and child in the little settle ment. The dead and mutilated bodies of the unfortunate aborigines strew the ground, while a mother kneeling, with an infant clasped to her breast, pleads unavailingly to be spared."

" Canterbury Press," May 18, 1891.
