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James Runciman (1852-1891) was an English teacher, author and journalist. He was born at Cresswell, a village near Morpeth in Northumberland. He was educated at Ellington school, and then… Mehr…

James Runciman (1852-1891) was an English teacher, author and journalist. He was born at Cresswell, a village near Morpeth in Northumberland. He was educated at Ellington school, and then for two years (1863-5) in the naval school at Greenwich, Kent, becoming afterwards a pupil-teacher at North Shields ragged school. While still a schoolmaster, he read for himself at night, and attempted journalism. He soon wrote regularly for the Teacher, the Schoolmaster, and Vanity Fair; of the last paper he James Runciman (1852-1891) was an English teacher, author and journalist. He was born at Cresswell, a village near Morpeth in Northumberland. He was educated at Ellington school, and then for two years (1863-5) in the naval school at Greenwich, Kent, becoming afterwards a pupil-teacher at North Shields ragged school. While still a schoolmaster, he read for himself at night, and attempted journalism. He soon wrote regularly for the Teacher, the Schoolmaster, and Vanity Fair; of the last paper he became sub-editor in 1874. In January 1874, he matriculated at the University of London. About 1880, while continuing his school-work, he was sub-editor of London. Subsequently he confined himself solely to the profession of journalism. As a writer on social or ethical topics, he proved himself equally vigorous and versatile, but his best literary work described the life of the fishermen of the North Sea, with whom he spent many of his vacations. His most famous works include: The Romance of the Coast (1883), The Chequers (1888) and A Dream of the North Sea (1889). Books, Fiction~~Sea Stories, Chequers~~James-Runciman, 999999999, The Chequers, James Runciman, 1443229016, General Books LLC, , , , , General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9781443229012

[.]vile face. But I only grinned and said "What a poor liar you are." The more the Ramper screeched, the more I laughed; he durst not strike, and at last, when I reminded him that he had … Mehr…

[.]vile face. But I only grinned and said "What a poor liar you are." The more the Ramper screeched, the more I laughed; he durst not strike, and at last, when I reminded him that he had already divided a little plunder with the capitalist, he grumbled a curse or two and lapsed into affability. You cannot shame one of these beings, and the Ramper is now on the most confidential terms with me. I am very glad we did not fight, because he introduced me to one of the most interesting and [.]vile face. But I only grinned and said "What a poor liar you are." The more the Ramper screeched, the more I laughed; he durst not strike, and at last, when I reminded him that he had already divided a little plunder with the capitalist, he grumbled a curse or two and lapsed into affability. You cannot shame one of these beings, and the Ramper is now on the most confidential terms with me. I am very glad we did not fight, because he introduced me to one of the most interesting and estimable of all my acquaintances. Said the Ramper, blowing his sickly breath into my very ear, "There's a bloke yere as knows suthin' good for Lincoln. Up in the corner there. Let's sit down." Within a minute I found myself talking to a queer, battered man, who bent moodily over his glass[.]". Books, Fiction~~Sea Stories, Chequers~~James-Runciman, 999999999, The Chequers, James Runciman, 1443229016, General Books LLC, , , , , General Books LLC<