I took the train three days later from King’s Cross to
Edinburgh. I went to the Pentland Hotel in Princes Street and left there a
suit-case containing some clean linen and a change of clothes. I had been thinking the thing out, and had
come to the conclusion that I must have a base somewhere and a fresh outfit. Then, in well-worn tweeds and with no more
luggage than a small trench kit-bag, I descended upon the city of Glasgow.
I walked to
the station which Blenkiron had given me.
It was a hot summer evening, and the streets were filled with bareheaded
women and weary-looking artisans. As I
made my way down the Dumbarton Road I was amazed at the number of able-bodied
fellows about, considering that you couldn’t stir a mile on any British front
without bumping up against a Glasgow battalion.
Then I realized that there were such things as munitions and ships, and
I wondered no more.
John Buchan: Chapter 36 ("Andrew Amos").
Excerpt from Mr Standfast. London, Hodder & Stoughton, 1919
Excerpt from Mr Standfast. London, Hodder & Stoughton, 1919
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