The Buccaneer Farmer

Excerpt from The Buccaneer Farmer This was annoying, because Osborn hated to be balked and seldom allowed an to interfere with his amusements. One letter, mm a housemaster at a famous public school, covered a number of bills, which. The writer stated somewhat curtly, ought to have bf n paid. Another announced that Hayes, the agent or the estate. And a tenant would wait upon Osborn, no knew what they meant to talk about. He admitted that a landlord had duties, but his generally demanded at tention at an inconvenient time. Osborn was fifty years of age. He had a ruddy skin and well-proportioned figure, and was, physically. A rather fine example of the sporting country gentleman. For all that, there were lmes on his forehead and wrinkles about his eyes; his mouth was loose and sensual, and something about him hinted at indulgence. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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The morning was bright after heavy rain, and when Osborn looked out of the library window a warm, south-west breeze shook the larches about Tarnside Hall. Now and then a shadow sped across the tarn, darkening the ripples that sparkled like silver when the cloud drove on. Osborn frowned, for he had meant to go fishing and it was a morning when the big, shy trout would rise. His game-keeper was waiting at the boathouse, but the postman had brought some letters that made him put off his sport.

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'Imagine eleven fields grouped around the houses, one hundred and eighty-six gently brae-set acres, sloping away to the south and west. And then imagine woods and fields stretching far and far along the valley into the blue mists of a summer afternoon, until the hills joined hands in one coned summit across the horizon, on the very marches of infinity. In that spare but not unlovely land I of the sixth generation grew up to be a farmer's boy'. John R. Allan was brought up on a farm in Aberdeenshire at the beginning of the century. Through his child's eye we are allowed a view of the little world called Dungair, with its extended family of colourful characters - among them the Old Man, Uncle Sandy, Captain Blades and Cuddy Manson. We are given a vivid, yet unsentimental account of the boy's explorations of his surroundings, his early schooldays, his first visit to the town and his awareness of the outbreak of the Great War. New material continues John Allan's life story.