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Title: The Cock-House at Fellsgarth

Author: Talbot Baines Reed

Release Date: April 11, 2007 [EBook #21037]

Language: English

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Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England

The Cock-House at Fellsgarth

By Talbot Baines Reed
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For some reason this book was quite hard to convert to e-Book, so that
if any error is detected by a reader I would be grateful if I could be
told, either by email, or by using our Bulletin Board.

This is another story set in a nineteenth century boy's boarding school,
and is quite similar to "The Fifth Form at Saint Dominic's".

At the time it was greatly acclaimed, and said to be very like a real
boarding school, but things must have changed because I was at one such
school only fifty years after this book was written, and I can't imagine
any of it happening at my school. On the other hand I was also at a
boarding school for boys aged 8 to 13, which was much more like the
school in this story. As I say, things must have changed.

It takes about ten hours to play as an audiobook. There are a number of
quite tense incidents, particularly when a party of boys decide to walk
up a nearby mountain, and the weather turns very nasty. This is in
chapters 17 to 19. But there are many other well-described incidents,
so do read the book, remembering that boys' slang has changed greatly in
the past hundred years.
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THE COCK-HOUSE AT FELLSGARTH

BY TALBOT BAINES REED

CHAPTER ONE.

GREEN AND BLUE.

First-night at Fellsgarth was always a festive occasion. The holidays
were over, and school had not yet begun. All day long, from remote
quarters, fellows had been converging on the dear old place; and here
they were at last, shoulder to shoulder, delighted to find themselves
back in the old haunts. The glorious memories of the summer holidays
were common property. So was not a little of the pocket-money.