The Standard Bearer
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S. R. Crockett. The Standard Bearer
The Standard Bearer
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. THE YEAR TERRIBLE
CHAPTER II. THE BLOOD OF THE MARTYRS
CHAPTER III. THE LITTLE LADY OF EARLSTOUN
CHAPTER IV. MY SISTER ANNA
CHAPTER V. I CONSTRUCT A RAFT [The Narrative is again from the MS. of Quintin MacClellan.]
CHAPTER VI. ACROSS THE MOONLIGHT
CHAPTER VII. MY BROTHER HOB
CHAPTER VIII. THE MUSTER OF THE HILL FOLK
CHAPTER IX. I MEET MARY GORDON FOR THE SECOND TIME
CHAPTER X. THE BLUE BANNER IS UP
CHAPTER XI. THE RED GRANT
CHAPTER XII. THE LASS IN THE KIRKYARD
CHAPTER XIII. MY LADY OF PRIDE
CHAPTER XIV. THE TALE OF MESS HAIRRY
CHAPTER XV. ALEXANDER-JONITA
CHAPTER XVI. THE CORBIES AT THE FEAST
CHAPTER XVII. THE BONNY LASS OF EARLSTOUN
CHAPTER XVIII. ONE WAY OF LOVE
CHAPTER XIX. ANOTHER WAY OF LOVE (Comment and Addition by Hob MacClellan.)
CHAPTER XX. MUTTERINGS OF STORM (The Narrative of Quintin MacClellan resumed.)
CHAPTER XXI. THE EYES OF A MAID
CHAPTER XXII. THE ANGER OF ALEXANDER-JONITA (Comment and Addition by Hob MacClellan.)
CHAPTER XXIII. AT BAY (The Narrative of Quintin MacClellan is resumed.)
CHAPTER XXIV. MARY GORDON’S LAST WORD
CHAPTER XXV. BEHIND THE BROOM
CHAPTER XXVI. JEAN GEMMELL’S BARGAIN WITH GOD
CHAPTER XXVII. RUMOUR OF WAR (Connect and Addition by Hob MacClellan.)
CHAPTER XXVIII. ALEXANDER-JONITA’S VICTORY
CHAPTER XXIX. THE ELDERS OF THE HILL FOLK (The Narrative taken up again by Quintin MacClellan.)
CHAPTER XXX. SILENCE IS GOLDEN
CHAPTER XXXI. THE FALL OF EARLSTOUN
CHAPTER XXXII. LOVE OR DUTY
CHAPTER XXXIII. THE DEMONIAC IN THE GARRET
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE CURSING OF THE PRESBYTERY
CHAPTER XXXV. LIKE THE SPIRIT OF A LITTLE CHILD
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE STONE OF STUMBLING
CHAPTER XXXVII. FARE YOU WELL!
CHAPTER XXXVIII “I LOVE YOU, QUINTIN!”
CHAPTER XXXIX. THE LAST ROARING OF THE BULL
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S. R. Crockett
Published by Good Press, 2019
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“These are for my father,” she said; “my father is the greatest man in the whole world!”
“But who may your father be, little one?” I asked her, standing stock still on the green highway with the can in my hand. She was daintily arranging the cloak about her like a fine lady. She paused, and looked at me very grave and not a little indignant.
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