Jimbo A Fantasy Author:Algernon Blackwood CONTENTS CHAPTER I PAGE RABBITS . . . I CHAPTER I1 MISS LAKE COMES - AND GOES . . 16 CHAPTER I11 THE SHOCK . . . . 30 CHAPTER IV ON THE EDGE . . 38 CHAPTER V INTO THE EMPTY HOUSE . . S 42 CHAPTER V1 HIS PRISON FRIEND . 56 CHAPTER V11 UNDER THE SPELL . 73 CHAPTER V111 THE GALLERY OF MEMORIES . 87 vii ... Vlll CHAPTER IX THE MEANS OF ESCAPE . CHAP... more »TER X THE PLUNGE . . . CHAPTER XI THE FIRST FLIGHT . CHAPTER XI1 THE FOUR WINDS . . . CHAPTER XI11 FLIGHT . CHAPTER XIV AN ADVENTURE . CHAPTER XV THE CALL OF THE BODY . CHAPTER XVI PREPARATION . CHAPTER XVII OFF . CHAPTER XVIII HOME . PAGE 95 JIMBO A FANTASY CHAPTER I JIMBOS governess ought to have known better - but she didnt. If she had, Jimbo would never have met with the adventures that subsequently came to him. Thus, in a roundabout sort of way, the child ought to have been thankful to the governess and perhaps, in a roundabout sort of way, he was. But that comes at the far end of the story, and is doubtful at best and in the meanwhile the child had gone through his suffering, and the governess had in some measure expiated her fault so that at this stage it is only necessary to note that - the whole business began because the Empty House happened to be really an Empty House - not the one Jimbos family lived in, but another of which more will be known in due course. Jimbos father was a retired Colonel, who had married late in life, and now lived all the year round in the country and Jimbo was the youngest child but one. The Colonel, lean in body as he was sincere in mind, an excellent soldier but a poor diplomatist, loved dogs, horses, guns and riding-. whips. He also really understood them. His neighbours, had they been asked, would have called him hard-headed, and so far as a soft-hearted man may deserve the title, he probably was. He rode two horses a day to hounds with the best of them, and the stiffer the country the better he liked it. Besides his guns, dogs and horses, he was also very fond of his children. It was his hobby that he understood them far better than his wife did, or than any one else did, for that matter. The proper evolution of their differing temperaments had no difficulties for him. The delicate problems of child nature, which defy solution by nine parents out of ten, ceased to exist the moment he spread out his muscular hand in a favourite omnipotent gesture and uttered some extraordinarily foolish generality in that thunderous, good-natured voice of his. The difficulty for himself vanished when he ended up with the words, Leave that to me, my dear believe me, I know best But for all else concerned, and especially for the child under discussion, this was when the difficulty really began. Since, however, the Colonel, after this chapter, mounts his best hunter and disappears over a high hedge into space so far as our story is concerned, any further delineation of his wholesome, but very ordinary, type is unnecessary. One winters evening, not very long after Rabbits S Christmas, the Colonel made a discovery. It alarmed him a little for it suggested to his cocksure mind that he did not understand all his children as comprehensively as he imagined. Between five oclock tea and dinner - that magic hour when lessons were over and the big house was full of shadows and mystery - there came a timid knock at the study door...« less