Deep Moat Grange
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Crockett Samuel Rutherford. Deep Moat Grange
CHAPTER I. THE EMPTY MAIL GIG
CHAPTER II. POACHER DAVIE
CHAPTER III. THE BAILIFF OF DEEP MOAT GRANGE
CHAPTER IV. THE GOLDEN FARMER
CHAPTER V. WE MEET DAFT JEREMY
CHAPTER VI. THICKER THAN WATER
CHAPTER VII. FAMILY DISCIPLINE
CHAPTER VIII. MISS APHRA'S CURATE
CHAPTER IX. ELSIE'S VISITOR
CHAPTER X. THE BROM-WATER MYSTERY
CHAPTER XI. THE IRON TRAPDOOR
CHAPTER XII. THE BRICKED PASSAGE
CHAPTER XIII. MEYSIE'S BAIRNS
CHAPTER XIV. BROWN PAINT – VARNISHED!
CHAPTER XV. THE MYSTERY OF MYSTERIES – A GIRL!
CHAPTER XVI. MR. MUSTARD'S FIRST ASSISTANT
CHAPTER XVII. DREAR-NIGHTED DECEMBER
CHAPTER XVIII. THE HUNTERS OF MEN
CHAPTER XIX. I HOOK MY FISH
CHAPTER XX. CONCERNING ELSIE
CHAPTER XXI. A JACKDAW'S TAIL FEATHER
CHAPTER XXII. ELSIE'S DIARY
CHAPTER XXIII. WITHIN THE MONKS' OVEN
CHAPTER XXIV. THE BREAKING DAM
CHAPTER XXV. A LETTER FROM JOSEPH YARROW, SENIOR, TO HIS SON JOSEPH YARROW, JUNIOR
CHAPTER XXVI. COMRADES IN CAPTIVITY
CHAPTER XXVII. HARRIET CAW ON CLERICAL CELIBACY
CHAPTER XXVIII. SATURDAY, THE TENTH OF FEBRUARY
CHAPTER XXIX. THE CALLING OF ELSIE
CHAPTER XXX. HOW ELSIE DANCED FOR HER LIFE
CHAPTER XXXI. THE HERO PLAYS SECOND FIDDLE
CHAPTER XXXII "THERE'S NAE LUCK ABOOT THE HOOSE"
CHAPTER XXXIII. CONFESSION
CHAPTER XXXIV. JEREMY ORRIN, BREADWINNER
CHAPTER XXXV. THE WITNESSING OF MISER HOBBY
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE HOUSE OF DEATH
CHAPTER XXXVII. I AM HEROIC
CHAPTER XXXVIII. A FIT OF THE SULKS
CHAPTER XXXIX. THE THING THAT SCRATCHED
CHAPTER XL. WANTED – A PENNY IN THE SLOT
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There was no more thought of school that day – neither on the part of Mr. Mustard nor of any of his scholars. All the world (but not his wife – by no means his wife) must needs go in search of Harry Foster and his probable murderer. It was the first real mystery ever known in Breckonside.
Now the missing carrier and postman had no open enemies. He was a quiet, middle-aged man who had lived long in the village, a widower without children; no man's foe, not even his own; a steady, trustworthy, kindly man, "and," said Miss Harbishaw, the postmistress, "to be trusted with untold gold," or, what was much more (departmentally), with unsealed mail bags.
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Now I am not going to pretend that Elsie and I found anything very grand that day, for we didn't. But at any rate we knew for certain how Dappled Bess came home, and where the leaves came from. It was all simple enough and quite natural. The poor beast had got a fright by the bridge on the Bewick road. She turned off it, therefore, as soon as she could. We found the wheel tracks leading away to the left along a rough moor track. The cart had been going fast, evidently empty or at least very lightly laden. For there was little depth to the impression even in fairly mossy places, but the rocks and stones were bumped and scarred with the iron tire as the wagon rebounded from side to side.
Elsie and I were standing at the turn of the road looking at the tracks of the wheels which Harry Foster's cart had made in the grass, when who should come up but the very man, Mr. Ball, the bailiff at Deep Moat Grange.
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