Bøger af George Manville Fenn

I always felt as if I should like to punch that boy's head, and then directly after I used to feel as if I shouldn't care to touch him, because he looked so dirty and ragged. It was not dirty dirt, if you know what I mean by that, but dirt that he gathered up in his work-bits of hay and straw, and dust off a shed floor; mud over his boots and on his toes, for you could see that the big boots he wore seemed to be like a kind of coarse rough shell with a great open mouth in front, and his toes used to seem as if they lived in there as hermit-crabs do in whelk shells. They used to play about in there and waggle this side and that side when he was standing still looking at you; and I used to think that some day they would come a little way out and wait for prey like the different molluscs I had read about in my books.

"Look here, Scoodrach, if you call me she again, I'll kick you!" "I didna ca' you she. I only said if she'd come ten the hoose aifter she had the parritch-" "Well, what did I say?" "Say? Why, she got in a passion." Whop! Flop! The sound of a back-handed slap in the chest, followed by a kick, both delivered by Kenneth Mackhai, the recipient being a red-headed, freckled-faced lad of seventeen, who retaliated by making a sharp snatch at the kicking foot, which he caught and held one half moment. The result was startling.

The Mynns' Mystery is a classic mystery novel written by George Manville Fenn and published in 1891. The story follows the Mynns family, who live in a small English village and are known for their wealth and social status. When a mysterious stranger arrives in town and begins to ask questions about the family, they become suspicious and start to investigate.As the investigation unfolds, the Mynns family discovers that there are secrets buried in their past that they never knew existed. They must confront their own dark history and come to terms with the truth in order to solve the mystery and clear their name.The novel is filled with suspense, intrigue, and unexpected twists and turns. Fenn's writing style is engaging and immersive, drawing readers into the world of the Mynns family and keeping them on the edge of their seats until the very end.Overall, The Mynns' Mystery is a gripping and entertaining read that will appeal to fans of classic mystery novels and anyone who enjoys a good whodunit.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

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Three Boys; or The Chiefs of the Clan Mackhai

Featherland How the Birds lived at Greenlawn

Featherland: Or How The Birds Lived At Greenlawn is a children's book written by George Manville Fenn and originally published in 1866. The book tells the story of a group of birds who live in a garden called Greenlawn. The birds, each with their own personalities and quirks, go about their daily lives, building nests, raising young, and searching for food. The book is filled with charming illustrations of the various birds and their activities, and Fenn's writing style is easy to read and engaging for young readers. Throughout the book, Fenn also includes interesting facts about the birds and their behaviors, making it both entertaining and educational. Featherland is a delightful book that captures the wonder and beauty of the natural world, and is sure to be enjoyed by children and adults alike.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

"Hi! Val! Come, quick!" "What's the matter?" I said excitedly, for my brother Bob came tearing down to the enclosure, sending the long-legged young ostriches scampering away towards the other side; and I knew directly that something unusual must be on the way, or, after the warnings he had received about not startling the wild young coveys, he would not have dashed up like that. "I dunno. Father sent me to fetch you while he got the guns ready. He said something about mounted men on the other side of the kopje, so it can't be Kaffirs. I say, do back me up, Val, and get father to let me have a gun."

The Black Tor A Tale of the Reign of James the First

Gil the Gunner or, The Youngest Officer in the East

"I say, Rasp. Confound the man! Rasp, will you leave that fire alone? Do you want to roast me?" "What's the good o' you saying will I leave the fire alone, Mr Pug?" said the man addressed, stoking savagely at the grate; "you know as well as I do that if I leave it half hour you never touches it, but lets it go out." Half a scuttle of coals poured on. "No, no. No more coals, Rasp."

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"Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling!" was sung in a good, clear, boyish tenor, and then the singer stopped, to say impatiently, - "What nonsense it is! My head seems stuffed full of Scotch songs, -'Wee bit sangs, ' as the doctor calls them. Seems funny that so many Scotch people should come out here to the East. I suppose it's because the Irish all go to the West, that they may get as far apart as they can, so that there may not be a fight. I say, though, I want my breakfas

"Now, Master Joseph, do adone now, do. I'm sure your poor dear eyes'll go afore you're forty, and think of that!" "Bother!" "What say, my dear?" "Don't bother." "You're always running your finger over that map thing, my dear. I can't abear to see it." Nurse Brown looked over the top of her spectacles at me and shook her head, while I bent lower over the map. Then the old lady sighed, and went on making cottage windows all over my worsted stockings, giving vent to comments all the time, for the old lady had been servant to my grandmother, and had followed her young mistress when she married, nursing me when I was born, and treating me as a baby ever since. In fact she had grown into an institution at home, moving when we moved, and doing pretty well as she liked in what she called "our house." "Bang!"

"Well, why not be a soldier?" Philip Hexton shook his head. "No, father. There's something very brave in a soldier's career; but I should like to save life, not destroy it." "You would save life in times of trouble; fight for your country, and that sort of thing." "No, father; I shall not be a soldier." "A sailor, then?"

Trapped by Malays, A Tale of Bayonet and Kris

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1881 edition. Excerpt: ... and they never think it eccentric of me to take so much interest in houses with the window blinds drawn or shutters up, but rather give me their sympathy and help. Noticing such matters it will be no cause for surprise that I had often marked the black crape band worn upon the arm of their uniform coats by soldiers and volunteers. The first time then that I saw driver after driver of the omnibuses along a busy line of route with a tiny black crape bow fastened on his whip I naturally became eager to know why this was, or rather who might be the important personage to whom the sign of respect was paid. I felt as if I could give anything for an hour's chat with one of the drivers, but how was it to be obtained? I knew they were for long hours upon the box, and that during the short time they were at home it would be hard work to get either of them to tell me what I wanted, so I set to and pondered. I don't know that I should have felt any compunction in taking a seat outside an omnibus, though now-adays it would. seem a very out of the way place for a lady in London streets. But I thought that if I could find one going out through the suburbs to some pleasant village it would be no more extraordinary than for a lady to take a seat upon a stage coach for a ride through one of the outlying districts beyond the reach of the rail. The difficulty was solved, for I thought of the Eichmond omnibuses, and making my way to the White Horse Cellar, in Piccadilly, I found no difficulty, for a ladder was placed for me, and I was able to climb to the vacant seat beside the driver, who looked at me askant as if suspicious of me. I saw him give a peculiar look at the conductor, and I smiled to myself as I nestled beneath the great tarpaulin apron, and...

Steve Young or, The Voyage of the "Hvalross" to the Icy Seas

Dick o' the Fens A Tale of the Great East Swamp

The Weathercock, Being the Adventures of a Boy with a Bias

""By Birth A Lady V3: A Tale"" is a novel written by George Manville Fenn and published in 1871. It is the third installment in the ""By Birth A Lady"" series. The story revolves around the life of a young girl named Ethel who was born into a wealthy family. However, her life takes a drastic turn when her father loses all his fortune and dies. Ethel is forced to leave her luxurious lifestyle and live with her aunt who is not very fond of her. The novel follows Ethel's struggles as she tries to adapt to her new life and win the affection of her aunt. Along the way, she meets new friends and faces various challenges. The book is a heartwarming tale of resilience, perseverance, and the power of love.In Three Volumes.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

Syd Belton or, The Boy who would not go to Sea