Greyfriars Bobby
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5.0 • 2 Ratings
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Publisher Description
When the time-gun boomed from Edinburgh Castle, Bobby gave a startled yelp. He was only a little country dog—the very youngest and smallest and shaggiest of Skye terriers—bred on a heathery slope of the Pentland hills, where the loudest sound was the bark of a collie or the tinkle of a sheep-bell. That morning he had come to the weekly market with Auld Jock, a farm laborer, and the Grassmarket of the Scottish capital lay in the narrow valley at the southern base of Castle Crag. Two hundred feet above it the time-gun was mounted in the half-moon battery on an overhanging, crescent-shaped ledge of rock. In any part of the city the report of the one-o'clock gun was sufficiently alarming, but in the Grassmarket it was an earth-rending explosion directly overhead.
Customer Reviews
A bonnie wee book that one :P
Hiya there lassies, this here book is just the thing yer bonnie wee heads should be filled with. Aye, a touchin' tail of a faithful wee doggie.
Haha hope you got all that :) if you didn't this book is probably not for you as there's a lot of "bonnie wee lassies greetin'" and people telling the main character to "gang awa' hame laddie" :)