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    No Man's Land
    No Man's Land
    No Man's Land
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    No Man's Land

    By Buchan, John

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    This comes to you courtesy of Miniature Masterpieces who have an excellent range of quality short stories from the masters of the craft. Do search for Miniature Masterpieces at any digital store for further information.

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    John Buchan – An Introduction

    John Buchan was born on 26th August, 1875 after a brief career in the legal profession he began a twin career as writer and politician.

    He was a prodigious writer not just of fiction but of such acclaimed works as a 24 volume history of World War 1. It was during the war, where as a sideline writing propaganda, he wrote his most famous work; The Thirty Nine Steps. It’s hero, Richard Hannay, continues his story in other Buchan novels, most notably Green Mantle in 1916 and Mr Standfast in 1919.

    After the war he became a member of Parliament and in 1935 was appointed as Governor General of Canada. This title was added to his other very impressive collection: 1st Baron Tweedsmuir PC GCMG GCVO and CH.

    He occupied the post of Governor General and continued to write until his death on 11th February, 1940. In all he wrote a hundred works, including 30 novels, short stories, poems, biographies and many volumes about military history.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMiniature Masterpieces
    Release dateFeb 10, 2018
    ISBN9781787377905
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    Buchan, John

    John Buchan was born in Perth in 1875, the son of a Church of Scotland Minister. After being educated locally, he attended Glasgow University and Brasenose College Oxford. He exchanged comparative poverty for affluence by his success as an author, but it was as a lawyer that his reputation began. He went to South Africa to serve as private secretary to the British Colonial administrator, Alfred, Lord Milner and assisted in reconstruction of the country after the Boer War. He entered publishing in 1906 as partner in the firm of his friend Thomas Nelson and married Susan Charlotte Grosvenor, cousin of the Duke of Westminster, in 1907. They had four children. Buchan was elected to Parliament in 1911, served in various capacities during the First World War, including writing speeches for Sir Douglas Haig and taking on the role of Director of Information under Lord Beaverbrook. He returned to the House of Commons in 1927 and then in 1935 he was appointed Governor-General of Canada and became Lord Tweedsmuir. He died in 1940. John Buchan was a prolific author and wrote poetry and biographies as well as novels, but he is still best remembered for his adventure stories and in particular the five Hannay novels: The Thirty Nine Steps, Greenmantle, Mr Standfast, The Three Hostages, and The Island of Sheep.

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      No Man's Land - Buchan, John

      This comes to you courtesy of Miniature Masterpieces who have an excellent range of quality short stories from the masters of the craft.  Do search for Miniature Masterpieces at any digital store for further information. 

      This audiobook is also duplicated in print as an ebook. Same title, same words. Perhaps a different experience but with Amazon’s whispersync you can pick up and put down on any device. Start on audio, continue in print and any which way after that.  This, and these are, Miniature Masterpieces.  Join us for the journey.

      John Buchan – An Introduction

      John Buchan was born on 26th August, 1875 after a brief career in the legal profession he began a twin career as writer and politician.

      He was a prodigious writer not just of fiction but of such acclaimed works as a 24 volume history of World War 1. It was during the war, where as a sideline writing propaganda, he wrote his most famous work; The Thirty Nine Steps. It’s hero, Richard Hannay, continues his story in other Buchan novels, most notably Green Mantle in 1916 and Mr Standfast in 1919.

      After the war he became a member of Parliament and in 1935 was appointed as Governor General of Canada. This title was added to his other very impressive collection: 1st Baron Tweedsmuir PC GCMG GCVO and CH.

      He occupied the post of Governor General and continued to write until his death on 11th February, 1940. In all he wrote a hundred works, including 30 novels, short stories, poems, biographies and many volumes about military history.

      No Man’s Land by John Buchan

      I - The Shieling of Farawa

      It was with a light heart and a pleasing consciousness of holiday that I set out from the inn at Allermuir to tramp my fifteen miles into the unknown. I walked slowly, for I carried my equipment on my back, my basket, fly-books and rods, my plaid of Grant tartan (for I boast myself a distant kinsman of that house) and my great staff, which had tried ere then the front of the steeper Alps. A small valise with books and some changes of linen clothing had been sent on ahead in the shepherd's own hands. It was as yet early April and before me lay four weeks of freedom, twenty-eight blessed days in which to take fish and smoke the pipe of idleness. A week of modest enjoyment thereafter in town had finished the work; and I drank in the sharp moorish air like a thirsty man who has been forwandered among deserts.

      I am a man of varied tastes and a score of interests. As an undergraduate I’d been filled with the old mania for the complete life. I distinguished myself in the Schools, rowed in my college eight and reached the distinction of practising for three weeks in the Trials. I had dabbled in a score of learned activities and when the time came that I won the inevitable St. Chad's fellowship on my chaotic acquirements and I found myself compelled to select if I would pursue a scholar's life, I had some toil in finding my vocation. In the end I resolved that the ancient life of the North, of the Celts and the Northmen and the unknown Pictish tribes, held for me the chief fascination. I had acquired a smattering of Gaelic, having been brought up as a boy in Lochaber and now I set myself to increase my store of languages. I mastered Erse and Icelandic and my first book, a monograph on the probable Celtic elements in the Eddie songs, brought me the praise of scholars and the deputy-professor's chair of Northern Antiquities. So much for Oxford. My vacations had been spent mainly in the North, in Ireland, Scotland and the Isles, in Scandinavia and Iceland, once even in the far limits of Finland. I was a keen sportsman of a sort, an old-experienced fisher, a fair shot with gun and rifle and in my hillcraft I might well stand comparison with most men. April has ever seemed to me the finest season of the year even in our cold northern altitudes and the memory of many bright Aprils had brought me up from the South on the night before to Allerfoot, whence a dogcart had taken me up Glen Aller to the inn at Allermuir; and now the same desire had set me on the heather with my face to the cold brown hills.

      You are to picture a sort of plateau, benty and rock-strewn, running ridge-wise above a chain of little peaty lochs and a vast tract of inexorable bog. In a mile the ridge ceased in a shoulder of hill and over this lay the head of another glen, with the same doleful accompaniment of sunless lochs, mosses and a shining and resolute water. East and west and north, in every direction save the south, rose walls of gashed and serrated hills. It was a grey day with blinks of sun and when a ray chanced to fall on one of the great dark faces, lines of light and colour sprang into being which told of mica and granite. I was in high spirits, as on the eve of holiday; I had breakfasted excellently on eggs and salmon-steaks; I had no cares to speak of and my prospects were not uninviting. But in spite of myself the landscape began to take me in thrall and crush me. The silent vanished peoples of the hills seemed to be stirring; dark primeval faces seemed to stare at me from behind boulders and jags of rock. The place was so still, so free from the cheerful clamour of nesting birds, that it seemed a temenos sacred to some old-world

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