Greyfriars Bobby

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Eleanor Stackhouse Atkinson was an American author, journalist, and teacher. Eleanor Stackhouse was born in Rensselaer, Indiana, and later married Francis Blake Atkinson, a novelist. The couple had two daughters: Dorothy Blake and Frances Eleanor. She taught in schools in both Indianapolis and Chicago. From 1888 to 1890, she worked as a stunt girl reporter for the Chicago Tribune under the pseudonym "Nora Marks" and later became the publisher of the Little Chronicle Publishing Company in Chicago, which published several of her own works as well as other educational books and the Little Chronicle, an illustrated newspaper for young children. While she authored both fiction and nonfiction, the former largely romances and the latter mostly educational volumes, her most famous work is Greyfriars Bobby, published in 1912. This popular work told the renowned narrative of the eponymous dog; most modern versions appear to be based on her rendition of the story. Many elements in the book, particularly those involving the dog's master, are incorrect; until recently, it was considered that she had no opportunity for fresh investigation into her location. It appears that she worked from the fundamental plot and enhanced it with her own ideas.

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Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - 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. It needed to be heard but once there to be registered on even a little dog's brain. Bobby had heard it many times, and he never failed to yelp a sharp protest at the outrage to his ears; but, as the gunshot was always followed by a certain happy event, it started in his active little mind a train of pleasant associations.