Yussuf the Guide

Yussuf the Guide, by George
Manville Fenn

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Title: Yussuf the Guide The Mountain Bandits; Strange Adventure in
Asia Minor
Author: George Manville Fenn
Illustrator: John Schonberg
Release Date: May 8, 2007 [EBook #21378]
Language: English
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Yussuf the Guide; or, the Mountain Bandits, being a Story of
Adventure in Asia Minor, by George Manville Fenn.

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Lawrence is a boy in his late teens, who has consumption, which makes
him feel very tired and helpless. He says one day that he would love a
holiday somewhere hot and sunny. He has no relations, but there is a
guardian, a local lawyer; and a doctor and a retired professor elect to
go to Turkey with him, to look at the antiquities.
They travel first to Greece, where they find a lot of dishonesty, in
particular in the crew of the little ship in which they sail to Turkey.
Luckily they had sent their luggage on ahead, but the experiences they
had were not very nice. They had already employed a very charming
and resourceful Turk as guide.
But when they get to Turkey, they find that as they travel inland people
become progressively less helpful, until eventually they are captured by
bandits, and a ransom is demanded. How do they get out of this? And is
Turkey still like this?
An exciting thriller. Recommended.
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YUSSUF THE GUIDE; OR, THE MOUNTAIN BANDITS, BEING A
STORY OF ADVENTURE IN ASIA MINOR, BY GEORGE MANVILLE
FENN.
CHAPTER ONE.
MEDICAL AND LEGAL.
"But it seems so shocking, sir."
"Yes, madam," said the doctor, "very sad indeed. You had better get
that prescription made up at once."

"And him drenched with physic!" cried Mrs Dunn; "when it doesn't do
him a bit of good."
"Not very complimentary to me, Mrs Dunn," said the doctor smiling.
"Which I didn't mean any harm, sir; but wouldn't it be better to let the
poor boy die in peace, instead of worrying him to keep on taking
physic?"
"And what would you and his friends say if I did not prescribe for
him?"
"I should say it was the best thing, sir; and as to his friends, why, he
hasn't got any."
"Mr Burne?"
"What! the lawyer, sir? I don't call him a friend. Looks after the money
his poor pa left, and doles it out once a month, and comes and takes
snuff and blows his nose all over the room, as if he was a human
trombone, and then says, `hum!' and `ha!' and `send me word how he is
now and then,' and goes away."
"But his father's executor, Professor Preston?"
"Lor' bless the man! don't talk about him. I wrote to him last week
about how bad the poor boy was; and he came up from Oxford to see
him, and sat down and read something out of a roll of paper to him
about his dog."
"About his dog, Mrs Dunn?"
"Yes, sir, about his dog Pompey, and then about tombs--nice subject to
bring up to a poor boy half-dead with consumption! And as soon as he
had done reading he begins talking to him. You said Master Lawrence
was to be kept quiet, sir?"
"Certainly, Mrs Dunn."

"Well, if he didn't stand there sawing one of his hands about and
talking there, shouting at the poor lad as if he was in the next street, or
he was a hout-door preacher, till I couldn't bear it any longer, and I
made him go."
"Ah, I suppose the professor is accustomed to lecture."
"Then he had better go and lecture, sir. He sha'n't talk my poor boy to
death."
"Well, quiet is best for him, Mrs Dunn," said the doctor smiling at the
rosy-faced old lady, who had turned quite fierce; "but still, change and
something to interest him will do good."
"More good than physic, sir?"
"Well, yes, Mrs Dunn, I will be frank with you--more good than physic.
What did Mr Burne say about the poor fellow going to Madeira or the
south of France?"
"Said, sir, that he'd better take his Madeira out of a wine-glass and his
south of France out of a book. I don't know what he meant, and when I
asked him he only blew his nose till I felt as if I could have boxed his
ears. But now,