Mr. Standfast

Mr Standfast, by John Buchan

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MR STANDFAST
JOHN BUCHAN

TO THAT MOST GALLANT COMPANY THE OFFICERS AND
MEN OF THE SOUTH AFRICAN INFANTRY BRIGADE on the
Western Front

CONTENTS
* PART I
* 1. The Wicket-Gate
* 2. 'The Village Named Morality'
* 3. The Reflections of a Cured Dyspeptic
* 4. Andrew Amos
* 5. Various Doings in the West

* 6. The Skirts of the Coolin
* 7. I Hear of the Wild Birds
* 8. The Adventures of a Bagman
* 9. I Take the Wings of a Dove
* 10. The Advantages of an Air Raid
* 11. The Valley of Humiliation

* PART II

* 12. I Become a Combatant Once More
* 13. The Adventure of the Picardy Chateau
* 14. Mr Blenkiron Discourses on Love and War
* 15. St Anton
* 16. I Lie on a Hard Bed
* 17. The Col of the Swallows
* 18. The Underground Railway
* 19. The Cage of the Wild Birds
* 20. The Storm Breaks in the West
* 21. How an Exile Returned to His Own People
* 22. The Summons Comes for Mr Standfast

NOTE
The earlier adventures of Richard Hannay, to which occasional
reference is made in this narrative, are recounted in The Thirty-Nine
Steps and Greenmantle. J.B.

PART I
CHAPTER ONE
The Wicket-Gate
I spent one-third of my journey looking out of the window of a
first-class carriage, the next in a local motor-car following the course of
a trout stream in a shallow valley, and the last tramping over a ridge of
downland through great beech-woods to my quarters for the night. In
the first part I was in an infamous temper; in the second I was worried
and mystified; but the cool twilight of the third stage calmed and
heartened me, and I reached the gates of Fosse Manor with a mighty
appetite and a quiet mind.
As we slipped up the Thames valley on the smooth Great Western line
I had reflected ruefully on the thorns in the path of duty. For more than
a year I had never been out of khaki, except the months I spent in
hospital. They gave me my battalion before the Somme, and I came out
of that weary battle after the first big September fighting with a crack in
my head and a D.S.O. I had received a C.B. for the Erzerum business,
so what with these and my Matabele and South African medals and the
Legion of Honour, I had a chest like the High Priest's breastplate. I
rejoined in January, and got a brigade on the eve of Arras. There we
had a star turn, and took about as many prisoners as we put infantry
over the top. After that we were hauled out for a month, and
subsequently planted in a bad bit on the Scarpe with a hint that we
would soon be used for a big push. Then suddenly I was ordered home
to report to the War Office, and passed on by them to Bullivant and his
merry men. So here I was sitting in a railway carriage in a grey tweed

suit, with a neat new suitcase on the rack labelled C.B. The initials
stood for Cornelius Brand, for that was my name now. And an old boy
in the corner was asking me questions and wondering audibly why I
wasn't fighting, while a young blood of a second lieutenant with a
wound stripe was eyeing me with scorn.
The