Herbert Strang (1866–1958)
Author of Fabulae Divales: Fairy Tales in Latin (Latin Edition)
About the Author
Series
Works by Herbert Strang
The Great Book for Girls 8 copies
The Great Book for Boys 7 copies
The Oxford annual for scouts 4 copies
With Haig on the Somme 3 copies
The great book of railways 3 copies
One Hundred Poems for Girls 3 copies
Lord of the seas : a story of a submarine — Author — 3 copies
The British Army in War: An Account of the British and Colonial Forces, Their Weapons, Equipment and Organisation (1916) 2 copies
Roger the Scout 2 copies
The Great Fight for Canada 2 copies
One hundred poems for children 2 copies
"The Flying Reporter" 2 copies
"Wizard Will, the Wonder Worker" 2 copies
The Green Book for Boys 2 copies
"The Auto Boys' Quest" 2 copies
Honour First 2 copies
The big book for boys 2 copies
The Bright Book for Boys 2 copies
Eastward ho! 2 copies
The violet book for girls 1 copy
Tales from Hans Anderson 1 copy
The-Big-Book-For-Guides 1 copy
The Pansy Book 1 copy
THE BRITISH NAVY IN WAR 1 copy
Martin of Old London 1 copy
The Lilac Book for Girls 1 copy
The Red Book for Girls 1 copy
Golden Days 1 copy
Brave and True 1 copy
The Blue Book for Boys 1 copy
Stories For Baby 1 copy
The Golden Book for Girls 1 copy
A Little Book of Motors 1 copy
Our Great Adventure 1 copy
The Grand Book for Girls 1 copy
The Giant Book for Girls 1 copy
A Girl's Garden (1918) 1 copy
Two Little Gardeners 1 copy
The big book for girls 1 copy
Our Allies and Enemies 1 copy
The Cruise of the Gyro Car 1 copy
A Garland for Girls 1 copy
The big book for girls 1 copy
Brave Girls 1 copy
The Oxford Annual for Boys 1 copy
Little brown teddy 1 copy
The Scout's Treasury 1 copy
The red book for scouts 1 copy
A Treasury Of English Prose 1 copy
The Masquerader, illustrated by J.Gough (covered with card and titled in amateur calligraphy) 1 copy
The Big Book for Scouts 1 copy
The Crimson Book for Boys — Editor — 1 copy
Peril and Heroism 1 copy
In Search of the Southland 1 copy
Ridder Rollos Bedrifter 1 copy
The new red book for scouts 1 copy
Camp Fire Stories 1 copy
Through the Enemy Lines 1 copy
The Red Book of the War 1 copy
True to the flag 1 copy
Hearts of Oak 1 copy
Smuglerne : Fortælling 1 copy
Dan Bolton's Discovery 1 copy
Great Book of Ships 1 copy
Holiday Tales 1 copy
On the Spanish Main 1 copy
The War at Sea 1 copy
Vildmosens Gaade 1 copy
The Oxford Annual for Scouts 1 copy
Betty's Friend 1 copy
Pioneers in Australia 1 copy
The purple book for boys 1 copy
Zizì ed io 1 copy
La pelle di tigre 1 copy
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Common Knowledge
- Legal name
- George Herbert Ely
Charles James L'Estrange - Other names
- Strang, Mrs Herbert
- Birthdate
- 1866
1867 - Date of death
- 1958
1947 - Gender
- n/a
- Organizations
- Oxford University Press
- Short biography
- Herbert Strang was the pseudonym of two English authors, George Herbert Ely (1866–1958) and Charles James L'Estrange (1867–1947). They specialized in writing adventure stories for boys, but also wrote stories for girls as 'Mrs Herbert Strang.'
Both men were staff members of Oxford University Press, which published their books, giving them a patina of social status and approval for the parents of their intended audience.
Their work showed a broad general debt to that of Jules Verne; Round the World in Seven Days was one of their most popular books. Ely and L'Estrange have been classified as "popular writers of imperial fiction" and "successors of G. A. Henty...."
. The pseudonym was also employed for several series of anthologies, works "edited by Herbert Strang" that included The Big Book of School Stories for Boys and The Oxford Annual for Scouts.
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From the privilege and security of an English school education, Two life long chums Pierce Errington and Ted Burroughs find themselves sent to run remote trading posts deep inside China on a stretch of river plagued by villainous rogues and under constant threat from the German forces who are looking to take a foothold in the territory prior to the outbreak of war.
Allegiances are formed and subsequent enemies made as the young men fumble their way in a strange land full of superstitions and show more alien customs; helped and sometimes hindered by their two squabbling Chinese man-servants Chin Tai and Lo San, and a wise old friend of their father's Mr. Ting.
Before long, one of them falls into gambling debts and the unscrupulous clutches of the local money lenders and a German named Reinhardt.
But, When Bandits take control of the region Errington is captured and faces the imminent wroth of an old adversary.
The only advantage the lads have is a custom built Hydroplane which Burroughs hopes to make use of in a daring escape. But with the entire river under the rule of the Bandits on one side the Germans on the other and River Pirates thwarting their every move, what chance do the lads have!
The use of Chinese Pidgin English throughout the book adds another level of intrigue, which thoughtfully the authors have chosen to make more coherent with interspersed footnotes for the benefit of the reader.
P.s. Keep a look out for a hilarious charade involving a stolen German moustache ! I can't explain further without giving too much away, but it had me in stitches reading it.
This is a worthy piece from the golden age of Boys Adventure Fiction. My battered old cloth-bound reprint from 1917 is practically falling apart having been read time and time again. It's one of those stories that you simply can't put down.
The book is illustrated by Thomas Cantrell Dugdale, the renowned portrait painter and war artist. show less
Allegiances are formed and subsequent enemies made as the young men fumble their way in a strange land full of superstitions and show more alien customs; helped and sometimes hindered by their two squabbling Chinese man-servants Chin Tai and Lo San, and a wise old friend of their father's Mr. Ting.
Before long, one of them falls into gambling debts and the unscrupulous clutches of the local money lenders and a German named Reinhardt.
But, When Bandits take control of the region Errington is captured and faces the imminent wroth of an old adversary.
The only advantage the lads have is a custom built Hydroplane which Burroughs hopes to make use of in a daring escape. But with the entire river under the rule of the Bandits on one side the Germans on the other and River Pirates thwarting their every move, what chance do the lads have!
The use of Chinese Pidgin English throughout the book adds another level of intrigue, which thoughtfully the authors have chosen to make more coherent with interspersed footnotes for the benefit of the reader.
P.s. Keep a look out for a hilarious charade involving a stolen German moustache ! I can't explain further without giving too much away, but it had me in stitches reading it.
This is a worthy piece from the golden age of Boys Adventure Fiction. My battered old cloth-bound reprint from 1917 is practically falling apart having been read time and time again. It's one of those stories that you simply can't put down.
The book is illustrated by Thomas Cantrell Dugdale, the renowned portrait painter and war artist. show less
Frank Forester :A Story of the Dardanelles
One afternoon in July 1914, a party of five men was making its way slowly through a defile in the hills of Armenia. The singular verb is strictly appropriate, for the five men kept close together, always in the same order, and, being mounted, might have appeared to a distant observer almost as one monstrous many-legged creature, hideously shaped.
At a nearer view, however, the spectator would probably have been interested in the various composition show more of the party, and in certain picturesque elements pertaining to its individual members. The foremost, preceding the rest by three parts of the length of his grey horse, was a study in colour. A black turban surmounted a copper-coloured face, the most striking feature of which was a thin aquiline nose hooked at the extremity, with finely arched nostrils, and a deep dent between bushy brows out of which gleamed sloe-black eyes. On either side of his nose streamed a long, black, fiercely twirled moustache, and his shaven chin stuck out with a sort of aggressive powerfulness. A blue tunic clothed him from shoulders to waist, where he was girt with a red sash bristling with a dagger, a long knife, and several pistols. Baggy white trousers were tucked into long red boots fitted with large spurs. In his right hand he held a long bamboo lance, from which dangled a number of black balls.
The two men who rode behind him, the necks of their horses level with the buttocks of his, were not so picturesque. On the right was a young Englishman of about twenty years, whose clean-shaven face was ruddy with health and exposure to the weather, and whose grey-blue eyes were shaded from the sun by the peak of a white pith helmet. He wore white drill, with a leather belt, and brown riding boots. His companion, a slight, sallow-faced youth of about the same age, was also dressed in white, but there was something in the cut of his garments that forbade his being supposed an Englishman. Close behind these two, mounted on mules which were laden with bundles of odd shapes, rode two sturdy bearded figures, whose dark features were markedly oriental. They wore turbans and tunics which had once been white, baggy red trousers, and heavy boots of undressed leather. Rifles were slung on their backs, and long knives stuck out of their belts.
The track was stony and tortuous, winding through a jagged cleft in the hills. On either side, at varying distances from the path, rose pinnacles of rock, through fissures in which the riders caught occasional glimpses of fertile valleys below, or of solitary fastnesses or monasteries perched high among the crags. Now and then a bend in the defile opened up a view of the distant peaks of the Taurus mountains. It was wild and desolate country, growing wilder as they advanced. show less
One afternoon in July 1914, a party of five men was making its way slowly through a defile in the hills of Armenia. The singular verb is strictly appropriate, for the five men kept close together, always in the same order, and, being mounted, might have appeared to a distant observer almost as one monstrous many-legged creature, hideously shaped.
At a nearer view, however, the spectator would probably have been interested in the various composition show more of the party, and in certain picturesque elements pertaining to its individual members. The foremost, preceding the rest by three parts of the length of his grey horse, was a study in colour. A black turban surmounted a copper-coloured face, the most striking feature of which was a thin aquiline nose hooked at the extremity, with finely arched nostrils, and a deep dent between bushy brows out of which gleamed sloe-black eyes. On either side of his nose streamed a long, black, fiercely twirled moustache, and his shaven chin stuck out with a sort of aggressive powerfulness. A blue tunic clothed him from shoulders to waist, where he was girt with a red sash bristling with a dagger, a long knife, and several pistols. Baggy white trousers were tucked into long red boots fitted with large spurs. In his right hand he held a long bamboo lance, from which dangled a number of black balls.
The two men who rode behind him, the necks of their horses level with the buttocks of his, were not so picturesque. On the right was a young Englishman of about twenty years, whose clean-shaven face was ruddy with health and exposure to the weather, and whose grey-blue eyes were shaded from the sun by the peak of a white pith helmet. He wore white drill, with a leather belt, and brown riding boots. His companion, a slight, sallow-faced youth of about the same age, was also dressed in white, but there was something in the cut of his garments that forbade his being supposed an Englishman. Close behind these two, mounted on mules which were laden with bundles of odd shapes, rode two sturdy bearded figures, whose dark features were markedly oriental. They wore turbans and tunics which had once been white, baggy red trousers, and heavy boots of undressed leather. Rifles were slung on their backs, and long knives stuck out of their belts.
The track was stony and tortuous, winding through a jagged cleft in the hills. On either side, at varying distances from the path, rose pinnacles of rock, through fissures in which the riders caught occasional glimpses of fertile valleys below, or of solitary fastnesses or monasteries perched high among the crags. Now and then a bend in the defile opened up a view of the distant peaks of the Taurus mountains. It was wild and desolate country, growing wilder as they advanced. show less
I went through a phase of being fascinated with children's books from different places and eras. Unfortunately, by the time I got to reading this one, the novelty had worn off and I was much keener to stick with books I really wanted to read. However, this one did turn out to be quite a lot of fun in many ways and one or two stories were really good. My favourite was about a camping holiday - complete with gypsy caravan and horse. I couldn't believe all the stuff they had to take with them, show more including brass polish, silver polish and knife polish! What a way to have a holiday! And what an awful lot to fit in to the caravan. Of course they took table cloths as well... I'm afraid I'm much too lazy for all that.
There's no date anywhere on the book, but it was given to "Little Joan" from "Auntie and Fred" in May 1944. 66 years ago this month... show less
There's no date anywhere on the book, but it was given to "Little Joan" from "Auntie and Fred" in May 1944. 66 years ago this month... show less
Subtitled: "Being passages in the life of Sir Christopher Rudd, Knight, as related by himself in the year 1641 and now set forth." Loved the language and I loved the story.
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