Follow My leader, by Talbot
Baines Reed
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Title: Follow My leader The Boys of Templeton
Author: Talbot Baines Reed
Illustrator: W.S. Stacey
Release Date: April 5, 2007 [EBook #20991]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
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MY LEADER ***
Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England
Follow My leader The Boys of Templeton
By Talbot Baines Reed
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Having now read all of this author's books about school life - rather
dated even to me - I feel that this book is the one I have enjoyed the
most. It was not published as a book until seven or eight years after the
author's death, but that was because the book had been published in
serialised form in the Boy's Own Paper.
While the original text looked quite nice it suffered from having been
typeset either by an apprentice or by someone rather eccentric. For
example words with an apostrophe representing the "o" of "not" had the
apostrophe consistently in the wrong place, for example "would'nt"
instead of "wouldn't". We have very carefully cleaned up this class of
error, and hope no more are to be found.
We have heard the audiobook, and it is good.
The main heroes of the story are all lovable gentle little chaps, but
dreadful things happen, like a boat they have used goes missing, and a
folding pencil one of them desperately desires in the stationer's shop
goes missing from the shop. Thus throughout the book there is a
constant tension as to whether the police will be called, and eventually
one of the boys sends for his father to help sort matters out, as they had
got far beyond his own ability to deal with things. ----
FOLLOW MY LEADER
THE BOYS OF TEMPLETON
BY TALBOT BAINES REED
CHAPTER ONE.
THE BOYS OF TEMPLETON.
HOW OUR HEROES ENTER UPON MORE THAN ONE CAREER.
On a raw, damp morning in early spring, a rather forlorn group of three
youngsters might have been seen on the doorstep of Mountjoy
Preparatory School, casting nervous glances up and down the drive,
and looking anything but a picture of the life and spirits they really
represented.
That they were bound on an important journey was very evident. They
were muffled up in ulsters, and wore gloves and top hats--a vanity no
Mountjoy boy ever succumbed to, except under dire necessity. Yet it
was clear they were not homeward bound, for no trunks encumbered
the lobby, and no suggestion of Dulce Domum betrayed itself in their
dismal features. Nor had they been expelled, for though their looks
might favour the supposition, they talked about the hour they should
get back that evening, and wondered if Mrs Ashford would have supper
ready for them in her own parlour. And it was equally plain that,
whatever their destination might be, they were not starting on a truant's
expedition, for the said Mrs Ashford presently came out and handed
them each a small parcel of sandwiches, and enjoined on them most
particularly to keep well buttoned up, and not let their feet get wet.
"It will be a cold drive for you, boys," said she; "I've told Tom to put up
at Markridge, so you will have a mile walk to warm you up before you
get to Templeton."
A waggonette appeared at the end of the drive, and began to approach
them.
"Ah, there's the trap; I'll tell Mr Ashford--"
Mr Ashford appeared just as the vehicle reached the door.
"Well, boys, ready for the road? Good bye, and good luck. Don't forget
whose son Edward the Fifth was, Coote. Keep your heads and you'll get
on all right. I trust you not to get into mischief on the way. All right,
Tom."
During this short harangue the three boys hoisted themselves, one by
one, into the waggonette, and bade a subdued farewell to their
preceptor, who stood on the doorstep, waving to them cheerily, until
they turned a corner and found themselves actually on the road to
Templeton.
Not to keep the reader further in suspense as to the purpose of this
important expedition, our three young gentlemen, having severally
attained the responsible age of fourteen summers, and having severally
absorbed into their systems as much of the scholastic pabulum of
Mountjoy House as that preparatory institution was in the habit of
dispensing to boys destined for a higher sphere, were this morning on
their way, in
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