How Long to Read Midwinter

How Long Does it Take to Read Midwinter?

It takes the average reader 4 hours and 15 minutes to read Midwinter by John John Buchan

Assuming a reading speed of 250 words per minute. Learn more

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Excerpt In which a Highland Gentleman Misses his Way The road which had begun as a rutted cart-track sank presently to a grassy footpath among scrub oaks, and as the boughs whipped his face the young man cried out impatiently and pulled up his horse to consider. He was on a journey where secrecy was not less vital than speed, and he was finding the two incompatible. That morning he had avoided Banbury and the high road which followed the crown of Cotswold to the young streams of Thames, for that way lay Beaufort''s country, and at such a time there would be jealous tongues to question passengers. For the same reason he had left the main Oxford road on his right, since the channel between Oxford and the North might well be troublesome, even for a respectable traveller who called himself Mr Andrew Watson, and was ready with a legend of a sea-coal business in Newcastle. But his circumspection seemed to have taken him too far on an easterly course into a land of tangled forests. He pulled out his chart of the journey and studied it with puzzled eyes. My Lord Cornbury''s house could not be twenty miles distant, but what if the twenty miles were pathless? An October gale was tossing the boughs and whirling the dead bracken, and a cold rain was beginning. Ill weather was nothing to one nourished among Hebridean north-westers, but he cursed a land in which there were no landmarks. A hill-top, a glimpse of sea or loch, even a stone on a ridge, were things a man could steer by, but what was he to do in this unfeatured woodland? These soft south-country folk stuck to their roads, and the roads were forbidden him. A little further and the track died away in a thicket of hazels. He drove his horse through the scrub and came out on a glade, where the ground sloped steeply to a jungle of willows, beyond which he had a glimpse through the drizzle of a grey-green fen. Clearly that was not his direction, and he turned sharply to the right along the edge of the declivity. Once more he was in the covert, and his ill-temper grew with every briar that whipped his face. Suddenly he halted, for he heard the sound of speech. It came from just in front of him-a voice speaking loud and angry, and now and then a squeal like a scared animal''s. An affair between some forester and a poaching hind, he concluded, and would fain have turned aside. But the thicket on each hand was impenetrable, and, moreover, he earnestly desired advice about the road. He was hesitating in his mind, when the cries broke out again, so sharp with pain that instinctively he pushed forward. The undergrowth blocked his horse, so he dismounted and, with a hand fending his eyes, made a halter of the bridle and dragged the animal after him. He came out into a little dell down which a path ran, and confronted two human beings. They did not see him, being intent on their own business. One was a burly fellow in a bottle-green coat, a red waistcoat and corduroy small clothes, from whose gap-toothed mouth issued volleys of abuse. In his clutches was a slim boy in his early teens, a dark sallow slip of a lad, clad in nothing but a shirt and short leather breeches. The man had laid his gun on the ground, and had his knee in the small of the child''s back, while he was viciously twisting one arm so that his victim cried like a rabbit in the grip of a weasel. The barbarity of it undid the traveller''s discretion. "Hold there," he cried, and took a pace forward. The man turned his face, saw a figure which he recognised as a gentleman, and took his knee from the boy''s back, though he still kept a clutch on his arm. "Sarvant, sir," he said, touching his hat with his free hand. "What might ''ee be wanting o'' Tom Heather?" His voice was civil, but his face was ugly. "Let the lad go." "Sir Edward''s orders, sir-that''s Sir Edward Turner, Baronet, of Ambrosden House in this ''ere shire, ''im I ''as the honour to serve. Sir Edward ''e says, ''Tom,'' ''e says, ''if ''ee finds a poacher in the New Wo...

How long is Midwinter?

Midwinter by John John Buchan is 248 pages long, and a total of 63,984 words.

This makes it 84% the length of the average book. It also has 78% more words than the average book.

How Long Does it Take to Read Midwinter Aloud?

The average oral reading speed is 183 words per minute. This means it takes 5 hours and 49 minutes to read Midwinter aloud.

What Reading Level is Midwinter?

Midwinter is suitable for students ages 12 and up.

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