{"product_id":"2940013091702","title":"THE GREAT SHADOW AND OTHER NAPOLEONIC TALES","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE GREAT SHADOW\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  I.    THE NIGHT OF THE BEACONS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  II.   COUSIN EDIE OF EYEMOUTH\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  III.  THE SHADOW ON THE WATERS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  IV.   THE CHOOSING OF JIM\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  V.    THE MAN FROM THE SEA\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  VI.   A WANDERING EAGLE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  VII.  THE SHADOW ON THE LAND\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  VIII. THE COMING OF THE CUTTER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  IX.   THE DOINGS AT WEST INCH\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  X.    THE RETURN OF THE SHADOW\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  XI.   THE GATHERING OF THE NATIONS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  XII.  THE SHADOW ON THE LAND\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  XIII. THE END OF THE STORM\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  XIV.  THE TALLY OF DEATH\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  XV.   THE END OF IT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE CRIME OF THE BRIGADIER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE \"SLAPPING SAL\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE GREAT SHADOW.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE NIGHT OF THE BEACONS.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt is strange to me, Jock Calder of West Inch, to feel that though now,\u003cbr\u003ein the very centre of the nineteenth century, I am but five-and-fifty\u003cbr\u003eyears of age, and though it is only once in a week perhaps that my wife\u003cbr\u003ecan pluck out a little grey bristle from over my ear, yet I have lived\u003cbr\u003ein a time when the thoughts and the ways of men were as different as\u003cbr\u003ethough it were another planet from this.  For when I walk in my fields I\u003cbr\u003ecan see, down Berwick way, the little fluffs of white smoke which tell\u003cbr\u003eme of this strange new hundred-legged beast, with coals for food and a\u003cbr\u003ethousand men in its belly, for ever crawling over the border.\u003cbr\u003eOn a shiny day I can see the glint of the brass work as it takes the\u003cbr\u003ecurve near Corriemuir; and then, as I look out to sea, there is the same\u003cbr\u003ebeast again, or a dozen of them maybe, leaving a trail of black in the\u003cbr\u003eair and of white in the water, and swimming in the face of the wind as\u003cbr\u003eeasily as a salmon up the Tweed.  Such a sight as that would have struck\u003cbr\u003emy good old father speechless with wrath as well as surprise; for he was\u003cbr\u003eso stricken with the fear of offending the Creator that he was chary of\u003cbr\u003econtradicting Nature, and always held the new thing to be nearly akin to\u003cbr\u003ethe blasphemous.  As long as God made the horse, and a man down\u003cbr\u003eBirmingham way the engine, my good old dad would have stuck by the\u003cbr\u003esaddle and the spurs.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut he would have been still more surprised had he seen the peace and\u003cbr\u003ekindliness which reigns now in the hearts of men, and the talk in the\u003cbr\u003epapers and at the meetings that there is to be no more war--save, of\u003cbr\u003ecourse, with blacks and such like.  For when he died we had been\u003cbr\u003efighting with scarce a break, save only during two short years, for very\u003cbr\u003enearly a quarter of a century.  Think of it, you who live so quietly and\u003cbr\u003epeacefully now!  Babies who were born in the war grew to be bearded men\u003cbr\u003ewith babies of their own, and still the war continued.  Those who had\u003cbr\u003eserved and fought in their stalwart prime grew stiff and bent, and yet\u003cbr\u003ethe ships and the armies were struggling.  It was no wonder that folk\u003cbr\u003ecame at last to look upon it as the natural state, and thought how queer\u003cbr\u003eit must seem to be at peace.  During that long time we fought the Dutch,\u003cbr\u003ewe fought the Danes, we fought the Spanish, we fought the Turks, we\u003cbr\u003efought the Americans, we fought the Monte-Videans, until it seemed that\u003cbr\u003ein this universal struggle no race was too near of kin, or too far away,\u003cbr\u003eto be drawn into the quarrel.  But most of all it was the French whom we\u003cbr\u003efought, and the man whom of all others we loathed and feared and admired\u003cbr\u003ewas the great Captain who ruled them.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47079182434544,"sku":"2940013091702","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013091702_p0.jpg?v=1763576269","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013091702","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}