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Buchan John. Prester John
Prester John
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I
THE MAN ON THE KIRKCAPLE SHORE
CHAPTER II
FURTH! FORTUNE!
CHAPTER III
BLAAUWILDEBEESTEFONTEIN
CHAPTER IV
MY JOURNEY TO THE WINTER-VELD
CHAPTER V
MR WARDLAW HAS A PREMONITION
CHAPTER VI
THE DRUMS BEAT AT SUNSET
CHAPTER VII
CAPTAIN ARCOLL TELLS A TALE
CHAPTER VIII
I FALL IN AGAIN WITH THE REVEREND JOHN LAPUTA
CHAPTER IX
THE STORE AT UMVELOS'
CHAPTER X
I GO TREASURE-HUNTING
CHAPTER XI
THE CAVE OF THE ROOIRAND
CHAPTER XII
CAPTAIN ARCOLL SENDS A MESSAGE
CHAPTER XIII
THE DRIFT OF THE LETABA
CHAPTER XIV
I CARRY THE COLLAR OF PRESTER JOHN
CHAPTER XV
MORNING IN THE BERG
CHAPTER XVI
INANDA'S KRAAL
CHAPTER XVII
A DEAL AND ITS CONSEQUENCES
CHAPTER XVIII
HOW A MAN MAY SOMETIMES PUT HIS TRUST IN A HORSE
CHAPTER XIX
ARCOLL'S SHEPHERDING
CHAPTER XX
MY LAST SIGHT OF THE REVEREND JOHN LAPUTA
CHAPTER XXI
I CLIMB THE CRAGS A SECOND TIME
CHAPTER XXII
A GREAT PERIL AND A GREAT SALVATION
CHAPTER XXIII
MY UNCLE'S GIFT IS MANY TIMES MULTIPLIED
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John Buchan
Published by Good Press, 2019
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The moonlight set me remembering the old affair of the Dyve Burn, and my mind began to run on the Rev. John Laputa. It pleased me to think that I was on the track of some mystery of which I alone had the clue. I promised myself to search out the antecedents of the minister when I got to Durban, for I had a married cousin there, who might know something of his doings. Then, as I passed by the companion-way to the lower deck, I heard voices, and peeping over the rail, I saw two men sitting in the shadow just beyond the hatch of the hold.
I thought they might be two of the sailors seeking coolness on the open deck, when something in the figure of one of them made me look again. The next second I had slipped back and stolen across the after-deck to a point just above them. For the two were the black minister and that ugly yellow villain, Henriques.
