Buchan John

Prester John


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       John Buchan

      Prester John

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664156389

       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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      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