I mind as if it were yesterday my first sight of the man. Little I knew at the time how big the moment was with destiny, or how often that face seen in the fitful moonlight would haunt my sleep and disturb my waking hours. But I mind yet the cold grue of terror I got from it, a terror which was surely more than the due of a few truant lads breaking the Sabbath with their play. The town of Kirkcaple, of which and its adjacent parish of Portincross my father was the minister, lies on a hillside above the little bay of Caple, ...
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I mind as if it were yesterday my first sight of the man. Little I knew at the time how big the moment was with destiny, or how often that face seen in the fitful moonlight would haunt my sleep and disturb my waking hours. But I mind yet the cold grue of terror I got from it, a terror which was surely more than the due of a few truant lads breaking the Sabbath with their play. The town of Kirkcaple, of which and its adjacent parish of Portincross my father was the minister, lies on a hillside above the little bay of Caple, and looks squarely out on the North Sea. Round the horns of land which enclose the bay the coast shows on either side a battlement of stark red cliffs through which a burn or two makes a pass to the water's edge. The bay itself is ringed with fine clean sands, where we lads of the burgh school loved to bathe in the warm weather. But on long holidays the sport was to go farther afield among the cliffs; for there there were many deep caves and pools, where podleys might be caught with the line, and hid treasures sought for at the expense of the skin of the knees and the buttons of the trousers. Many a long Saturday I have passed in a crinkle of the cliffs, having lit a fire of driftwood, and made believe that I was a smuggler or a Jacobite new landed from France. There was a band of us in Kirkcaple, lads of my own age, including Archie Leslie, the son of my father's session-clerk, and Tam Dyke, the provost's nephew. We were sealed to silence by the blood oath, and we bore each the name of some historic pirate or sailorman. I was Paul Jones, Tam was Captain Kidd, and Archie, need I say it, was Morgan himself. Our tryst was a cave where a little water called the Dyve Burn had cut its way through the cliffs to the sea. There we forgathered in the summer evenings and of a Saturday afternoon in winter, and told mighty tales of our prowess and flattered our silly hearts. But the sober truth is that our deeds were of the humblest, and a dozen of fish or a handful of apples was all our booty, and our greatest exploit a fight with the roughs at the Dyve tan-work. My father's spring Communion fell on the last Sabbath of April, and on the particular Sabbath of which I speak the weather was mild and bright for the time of year. I had been surfeited with the Thursday's and Saturday's services, and the two long diets of worship on the Sabbath were hard for a lad of twelve to bear with the spring in his bones and the sun slanting through the gallery window. There still remained the service on the Sabbath evening - a doleful prospect, for the Rev. Mr Murdoch of Kilchristie, noted for the length of his discourses, had exchanged pulpits with my father.
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Used-Good. Good hardback in Good dust jacket. The Nelson Classics edition, reprinted 1947. Smaller format, in dark blue cloth with gilt. A few spots of foxing; binding tight; stain on front board; shelf-wear at head & foot of spine. Dust jacket worn at edges & discoloured.
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Forrest, A.S. And Reid, Stephen. Good. No Jacket. Undated. Circa 1935? Red cloth boards with gilt titles to slightly sunfaded spine. Boards nice and bright. Red and white decorative end papers. Prev owner's presentation plate and stamps pasted down to inside front board. A few fox marks on block edge, occasionally encroaching on page edges but generally a good clean copy. No jacket.
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Good. 54th book in The Teaching of English Series series. Sextodecimo. Blue cloth-covered boards. Gilt lettering on spine. 255 pages. Nine page appendix containing notes and questions on the text. Light wear to covers, lettering faded. Some spotting to fore edge. Contents clean and unmarked.
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I first read this book 65 years ago, I have enjoyed it as much now as then.
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Oct 13, 2007
Very Exciting, couldn't put it down
When I started reading this book, I could not put it down. It was so exciting, I read late into the night, and finished it in two days. When you start reading you will be interested in what will happen next, especially when the hero gets into the most enourmous problems. You just have to keep reading to see how he escapes, and what happens in the end. This book will please everyone! It is well written, entertaining, but is more than just a thriller. There is meaning to it, and the character is one with whom we can relate, not a super-hero like person who never gets tired, fails, or loses.