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John Buchan. Collected Supernatural Stories
Collected Supernatural Stories
Table of Contents
THE KEEPER OF CADEMUIR
A JOURNEY OF LITTLE PROFIT
THE OUTGOING OF THE TIDE [*]
NO-MAN'S-LAND
I - The Shieling of Farawa
II - Tells of an Evening's Talk
III - The Scarts of the Muneraw
IV The Darkness that is Under the Earth
V The Troubles of a Conscience
VI Summer on the Moors
VII In tuas manus, Domine!
VIII Note in conclusion by the Editor
THE WATCHER BY THE THRESHOLD
THE GROVE OF ASHTAROTH
SPACE
BASILISSA
FULLCIRCLE
THE MAGIC WALKING STICK
THE STRANGE ADVENTURE OF MR. ANDREW HAWTHORN
THE END
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John Buchan
Published by Good Press, 2021
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'And now there was set on the table a round of beef garnished with pot-herbs, all most delicately fine to the taste. From a great cupboard were brought many bottles of wine, and in a massive silver bowl at the table's head were put whisky and lemons and sugar. I do not know well what I drank, but whatever it might be it was the best ever brewed. It made you scarce feel the earth round about you, and you were so happy you could scarce keep from singing. I wad give much siller to this day for the receipt.
'Now, the wine made me talk, and I began to boast of my own great qualities, the things I had done and the things I was going to do. I was a drover just now, but it was not long that I would be being a drover. I had bought a flock of my own, and would sell it for a hundred pounds, no less; with that I would buy a bigger one till I had made money enough to stock a farm; and then I would leave the road and spend my days in peace, seeing to my land and living in good company. Was not my father, I cried, own cousin, thrice removed, to the Macleans o' Duart, and my mother's uncle's wife a Rory of Balnacroy? And I am a scholar too, said I, for I was a matter of two years at Embro' College, and might have been roaring in the pulpit, if I hadna liked the drink and the lassies too well.
