ï»¿Project Gutenberg's The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher, by Beatrix PotterThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictionswhatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online atwww.gutenberg.netTitle: The Tale of Mr. Jeremy FisherAuthor: Beatrix PotterRelease Date: February 16, 2005 [EBook #15077]Language: English*** START OFTHIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TALE OF MR. JEREMY FISHER ***Produced by David Newman, Melissa Er-Raqabi and the PG OnlineDistributedProofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net[Transcriber's Note: This book is heavily illustrated; references to theillustrations have been removed from this textversion. Please look forthe fully illustrated html version at http://www.gutenberg.net.]THE TALE OFMR. JEREMY FISHERBYBEATRIX POTTER_Author of__"The Taleof Peter Rabbit," &c._FREDERICK WARNE & CO., INC.NEW YORKCOPYRIGHT, 1906BYFREDERICK WARNE & COFORSTEPHANIEFROMCOUSIN B.Once upon a timethere was a frog called Mr. Jeremy Fisher; he lived in alittle damp house amongst the buttercups at the edge of a pond.The water was all slippy-sloppy in thelarder and in the back passage.But Mr. Jeremy liked getting his feet wet; nobody ever scolded him, and henever caught a cold!He was quite pleased when helooked out and saw large drops of rain,splashing in the pond--"I will get some worms and go fishing and catch a dish of minnows for mydinner," said Mr. JeremyFisher. "If I catch more than five fish, I willinvite my friends Mr. Alderman Ptolemy Tortoise and Sir Isaac Newton. TheAlderman, however, eats salad."Mr. Jeremyput on a macintosh, and a pair of shiny goloshes; he took hisrod and basket, and set off with enormous hops to the place where he kepthis boat.The boat wasround and green, and very like the other lily-leaves. It wastied to a water-plant in the middle of the pond.Mr. Jeremy took a reed pole, and pushed the boat outinto open water. "Iknow a good place for minnows," said Mr. Jeremy Fisher.Mr. Jeremy stuck his pole into the mud and fastened the boat to it.Then he settledhimself cross-legged and arranged his fishing tackle. Hehad the dearest little red float. His rod was a tough stalk of grass, hisline was a fine long white horse-hair,and he tied a little wriggling wormat the end.The rain trickled down his back, and for nearly an hour he stared at thefloat."This is getting tiresome, I think I shouldlike some lunch," said Mr.Jeremy Fisher.He punted back again amongst the water-plants, and took some lunch out ofhis basket."I will eat a butterfly sandwich,and wait till the shower is over," saidMr. Jeremy Fisher.A great big water-beetle came up underneath the lily leaf and tweaked thetoe of one of his goloshes.Mr.Jeremy crossed his legs up shorter, out of reach, and went on eatinghis sandwich.Once or twice something moved about with a rustle and a splash amongsttherushes at the side of the pond."I trust that is not a rat," said Mr. Jeremy Fisher; "I think I had betterget away from here."Mr. Jeremy shoved the boat out again alittle way, and dropped in thebait. There was a bite almost directly; the float gave a tremendousbobbit!"A minnow! a minnow! I have him by the nose!" cried Mr.Jeremy Fisher,jerking up his rod.But what a horrible surprise! Instead of a smooth fat minnow, Mr. Jeremylanded little Jack Sharp the stickleback, covered withspines!The stickleback floundered about the boat, pricking and snapping until hewas quite out of breath. Then he jumped back into the water.And a shoal of otherlittle fishes put their heads out, and laughed atMr. Jeremy Fisher.And while Mr. Jeremy sat disconsolately on the edge of his boat--suckinghis sore fingers andpeering down into the water--a _much_ worse thinghappened; a really _frightful_ thing it would have been, if Mr. Jeremy hadnot been wearing a macintosh!Agreat big enormous trout came up--ker-pflop-p-p-p! with a splash--andit seized Mr. Jeremy with a snap, "Ow! Ow! Ow!"--and then it turned anddived down to thebottom of the pond!But the trout was so displeased with the taste of the macintosh, that inless than half a minute it spat him out again; and the only thingitswallowed was Mr. Jeremy's goloshes.Mr. Jeremy bounced up to the surface of the water, like a cork and thebubbles out of a soda water bottle; and he swamwith all his might to theedge of the pond.He scrambled out on the first bank he came to, and he hopped home acrossthe meadow with his macintosh all intatters."What a mercy that was not a pike!" said Mr. Jeremy Fisher. "I have lostmy rod and basket; but it does not much matter, for I am sure I shouldnever havedared to go fishing again!"He put some sticking plaster on his fingers, and his friends both came todinner. He could not offer them fish, but he had something elsein hislarder.Sir Isaac Newton wore his black and gold waistcoat,And Mr. Alderman Ptolemy Tortoise brought a salad with him in a stringbag.And instead of a nicedish of minnows--they had a roasted grasshopperwith lady-bird sauce; which frogs consider a beautiful treat; but _I_think it must have been nasty!THE ENDEndof Project Gutenberg's The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher, by Beatrix Potter*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TALE OF MR. 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ï»¿The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Duke's Children, by Anthony TrollopeThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictionswhatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online atwww.gutenberg.orgTitle: The Duke's ChildrenAuthor: Anthony TrollopeRelease Date: January, 2003    [eBook #3622]Most recently updated: August 20,2007Language: English***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE DUKE'S CHILDREN***E-text prepared by Kenneth David Cooper and revised byJoseph E.Loewenstein, M.D.THE DUKE'S CHILDRENbyANTHONY TROLLOPEFirst published in serial form in _All the Year Round_in 1879 and 1880 and in book formin 1880CONTENTS         I. When the Duchess Was Dead        II. Lady Mary Palliser       III. Francis Oliphant Tregear        IV. Park Lane         V. "It IsImpossible"        VI. Major Tifto       VII. Conservative Convictions      VIII. "He Is a Gentleman"        IX. "In Medias Res"         X. "Why Not Like Romeo If I FeelLike Romeo?"        XI. "Cruel"       XII. At Richmond      XIII. The Duke's Injustice       XIV. The New Member for Silverbridge        XV. The Duke Receives aLetter,--and Writes One       XVI. "Poor Boy"      XVII. The Derby     XVIII. One of the Results of the Derby       XIX. "No; My Lord, I Do Not"        XX. "Then HeWill Come Again"       XXI. Sir Timothy Beeswax      XXII. The Duke in His Study     XXIII. Frank Tregear Wants a Friend      XXIV. "She Must Be Made toObey"       XXV. A Family Breakfast-Table      XXVI. Dinner at the Beargarden     XXVII. Major Tifto and the Duke    XXVIII. Mrs. Montacute Jones'sGarden-Party      XXIX. The Lovers Meet       XXX. What Came of the Meeting      XXXI. Miss Boncassen's River-Party. No. 1     XXXII. Miss Boncassen'sRiver-Party. No. 2    XXXIII. The Langham Hotel     XXXIV. Lord Popplecourt      XXXV. "Don't You Think--?"     XXXVI. Tally-Ho Lodge    XXXVII. Grex   XXXVIII.Crummie-Toddie     XXXIX. Killancodlem        XL. "And Then!"       XLI. Ischl      XLII. Again at Killancodlem     XLIII. What Happened at Doncaster      XLIV. HowIt Was Done       XLV. "There Shall Not Be Another Word About It"      XLVI. Lady Mary's Dream     XLVII. Miss Boncassen's Idea of Heaven    XLVIII. The Party atCustins Is Broken Up      XLIX. The Major's Fate         L. The Duke's Arguments        LI. The Duke's Guests       LII. Miss Boncassen Tells the Truth      LIII. "ThenI Am As Proud As a Queen"       LIV. "I Don't Think She Is a Snake"        LV. Polpenno       LVI. The News Is Sent to Matching      LVII. The Meeting at "TheBobtailed Fox"     LVIII. The Major Is Deposed       LIX. No One Can Tell What May Come to Pass        LX. Lord Gerald in Further Trouble       LXI. "Bone of MyBone"      LXII. The Brake Country     LXIII. "I've Seen 'Em Like That Before"      LXIV. "I Believe Him to Be a Worthy Young Man"       LXV. "Do You Ever ThinkWhat Money Is?"      LXVI. The Three Attacks     LXVII. "He Is Such a Beast"    LXVIII. Brook Street      LXIX. "Pert Poppet!"       LXX. "Love May Be a GreatMisfortune"      LXXI. "What Am I to Say, Sir?"     LXXII. Carlton Terrace    LXXIII. "I Have Never Loved You"     LXXIV. "Let Us Drink a Glass of WineTogether"      LXXV. The Major's Story     LXXVI. On Deportment    LXXVII. "Mabel, Good-Bye"   LXXVIII. The Duke Returns to Office     LXXIX. The FirstWedding      LXXX. The Second WeddingCHAPTER IWhen the Duchess Was DeadNo one, probably, ever felt himself to be more alone in the worldthan our oldfriend, the Duke of Omnium, when the Duchess died. Whenthis sad event happened he had ceased to be Prime Minister. Duringthe first nine months after he hadleft office he and the Duchessremained in England. Then they had gone abroad, taking with themtheir three children. The eldest, Lord Silverbridge, had beenatOxford, but had had his career there cut short by some more thanordinary youthful folly, which had induced his father to agree withthe college authorities thathis name had better be taken off thecollege books,--all which had been cause of very great sorrow tothe Duke. The other boy was to go to Cambridge; but hisfather hadthought it well to give him a twelvemonth's run on the Continent,under his own inspection. Lady Mary, the only daughter, was theyoungest of thefamily, and she also had been with them on theContinent. They remained the full year abroad, travelling with alarge accompaniment of tutors, lady's-maids,couriers, and sometimesfriends. I do not know that the Duchess or the Duke had enjoyed itmuch; but the young people had seen something of foreign courtsandmuch of foreign scenery, and had perhaps perfected their French. TheDuke had gone to work at his travels with a full determination tocreate for himselfoccupation out of a new kind of life. He hadstudied Dante, and had striven to arouse himself to ecstatic joyamidst the loveliness of the Italian lakes. But through itall hehad been aware that he had failed. The Duchess had made no suchresolution,--had hardly, perhaps, made any attempt; but, in truth,they had both sighedto be back among the war-trumpets. They had bothsuffered much among the trumpets, and yet they longed to return. Hetold himself from day to day, thatthough he had been banished fromthe House of Commons, still, as a peer, he had a seat in Parliament,and that, though he was no longer a minister, still hemight beuseful as a legislator. She, in her career as a leader of fashion,had no doubt met with some trouble,--with some trouble but with nodisgrace; and as shehad been carried about among the lakes andmountains, among the pictures and statues, among the counts andcountesses, she had often felt that there was nohappiness except inthat dominion which circumstances had enabled her to achieve once,and might enable her to achieve again--in the realms ofLondonsociety.Then, in the early spring of 187--, they came back to England, havingpersistently carried out their project, at any rate in regard totime. LordGerald, the younger son, was at once sent up to Trinity.For the eldest son a seat was to be found in the House of Commons,and the fact that a dissolution ofParliament was expected served toprevent any prolonged sojourn abroad. Lady Mary Palliser was at thattime nineteen, and her entrance into the world was to beher mother'sgreat care and great delight. In March they spent a few days inLondon, and then went down to Matching Priory. When she left town theDuchess wascomplaining of cold, sore throat, and debility. A weekafter their arrival at Matching she was dead.Had the heavens fallen and mixed themselves with the earth,had thepeople of London risen in rebellion with French ideas of equality,had the Queen persistently declined to comply with the constitutionaladvice of herministers, had a majority in the House of Commons lostits influence in the country,--the utter prostration of the berefthusband could not have been morecomplete. It was not only that hisheart was torn to pieces, but that he did not know how to look outinto the world. It was as though a man should be suddenlycalled uponto live without hands or even arms. He was helpless, and knew himselfto be helpless. Hitherto he had never specially acknowledged tohimself that hiswife was necessary to him as a component part of hislife. Though he had loved her dearly, and had in all things consultedher welfare and happiness, he had attimes been inclined to thinkthat in the exuberance of her spirits she had been a troublerather than a support to him. But now it was as though alloutsideappliances were taken away from him. There was no one of whom hecould ask a question.For it may be said of this man that, though throughout his lifehehad had many Honourable and Right Honourable friends, and that thoughhe had entertained guests by the score, and though he had achievedfor himself therespect of all good men and the thorough admirationof some few who knew him, he had hardly made for himself a singleintimate friend--except that one who hadnow passed away from him. Toher he had been able to say what he thought, even though she wouldoccasionally ridicule him while he was declaring his feelings.Butthere had been no other human soul to whom he could open himself.There were one or two whom he loved, and perhaps liked; but hisloving and his liking hadbeen exclusively political. He had sohabituated himself to devote his mind and his heart to the service ofhis country, that he had almost risen above or sunk belowhumanity.But she, who had been essentially human, had been a link between himand the world.There were his three children, the youngest of whom was nownearlynineteen, and they surely were links! At the first moment of hisbereavement they were felt to be hardly more than burdens. A moreloving father there wasnot in England, but nature had made him soundemonstrative that as yet they had hardly known his love. In alltheir joys and in all their troubles, in all theirdesires and alltheir disappointments, they had ever gone to their mother. She hadbeen conversant with everything about them, from the boys' billsand the girl'sgloves to the innermost turn in the heart and thedisposition of each. She had known with the utmost accuracy thenature of the scrapes into which LordSilverbridge had precipitatedhimself, and had known also how probable it was that Lord Geraldwould do the same. The results of such scrapes she, ofcourse,deplored; and therefore she would give good counsel, pointing out howimperative it was that such evil-doings should be avoided; but withthe spirit thatproduced the scrapes she fully sympathised. Thefather disliked the spirit almost worse than the results; and wastherefore often irritated and unhappy.And thedifficulties about the girl were almost worse to bear thanthose about the boys. She had done nothing wrong. She had given nosigns of extravagance or otherjuvenile misconduct. But she wasbeautiful and young. How was he to bring her out into the world? Howwas he to decide whom she should or whom she shouldnot marry? Howwas he to guide her through the shoals and rocks which lay in thepath of such a girl before she can achieve matrimony?It was the fate of thefamily that, with a world of acquaintance,they had not many friends. From all close connection with relativeson the side of the Duchess they had been disseveredby old feelingsat first, and afterwards by want of any similitude in the habitsof life. She had, when young, been repressed by male and femaleguardians with aniron hand. Such repression had been needed, and hadbeen perhaps salutary, but it had not left behind it much affection.And then her nearest relatives were notsympathetic with the Duke. Hecould obtain no assistance in the care of his girl from that source.Nor could he even do it from his own cousins' wives, who werehisnearest connections on the side of the Pallisers. They were womento whom he had ever been kind, but to whom he had never opened hisheart. When, in themidst of the stunning sorrow of the first week,he tried to think of all this, it seemed to him that there wasnobody.There had been one lady, a very dear ally,staying in the house withthem when the Duchess died. This was Mrs. Finn, the wife of PhineasFinn, who had been one of the Duke's colleagues when in office.How


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NURSE BETTYScreenplay by John C. Richards & JamesFlambergStory by John C. Richards                                                         Shooting Script(FINAL)                                                         3/9/99                                                                FADE IN:      1     INT. OPERATINGROOM - DAY                                1            A tense surgery in progress.  Meters flicker, instruments            flash in the bright overhead light.  In the midstof it all            stands DR. DAVID RAVELL, 35.  The master of his domain.            Ravell leans forward so a NURSE can mop the sweat from his            brow as hecompletes a last, delicate procedure.  His co            workers sigh collectively with relief.                                DAVID                          (to Asst.Surgeon)                      Close her up, will you?      2     INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - DAY                             2            Dr. Ravell comes out of surgery,clearly exhausted.  Without            his surgical mask he is ruggedly handsome.  TWO NURSES            follow, attending him like a fighter fresh from thering:            CHLOE, 25, Raven-haired and striking, and JASMINE, 24, an            exotic mix of African-American and Asian.            BLAKE DANIELS, 58, the


ï»¿The Project Gutenberg EBook of Uncle Silas, by J. S. LeFanuThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictionswhatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online atwww.gutenberg.netTitle: Uncle Silas       A Tale of Bartram-HaughAuthor: J. S. LeFanuRelease Date: January 31, 2005 [EBook #14851]Language: English***START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UNCLE SILAS ***Produced by Suzanne Shell, Bob McKillip and the Online DistributedProofreadingTeam.[Transcriber's note: The spelling inconsistencies of the original havebeen retained in this etext.]UNCLE SILASA Tale of Bartram-HaughBy J. S.LeFanu1899TOTHE RIGHT HON.THE COUNTESS OF GIFFORD,AS A TOKEN OFRESPECT, SYMPATHY, AND ADMIRATION_This Tale_IS INSCRIBED BYTHEAUTHOR_A PRELIMINARY WORD_The writer of this Tale ventures, in his own person, to address a very fewwords, chiefly of explanation, to his readers. A leadingsituation in this'Story of Bartram-Haugh' is repeated, with a slight variation, from a shortmagazine tale of some fifteen pages written by him, and published longagoin a periodical under the title of 'A Passage in the Secret History of anIrish Countess,' and afterwards, still anonymously, in a small volume underan alteredtitle. It is very unlikely that any of his readers should haveencountered, and still more so that they should remember, this trifle. Thebare possibility, however, hehas ventured to anticipate by this briefexplanation, lest he should be charged with plagiarism--always a disrespectto a reader.May he be permitted a few wordsalso of remonstrance against thepromiscuous application of the term 'sensation' to that large school offiction which transgresses no one of those canons ofconstruction andmorality which, in producing the unapproachable 'Waverley Novels,' theirgreat author imposed upon himself? No one, it is assumed, woulddescribeSir Walter Scott's romances as 'sensation novels;' yet in that marvellousseries there is not a single tale in which death, crime, and, in someform,mystery, have not a place.Passing by those grand romances of 'Ivanhoe,' 'Old Mortality,' and'Kenilworth,' with their terrible intricacies of crime andbloodshed,constructed with so fine a mastery of the art of exciting suspense andhorror, let the reader pick out those two exceptional novels in the serieswhichprofess to paint contemporary manners and the scenes of common life;and remembering in the 'Antiquary' the vision in the tapestried chamber,the duel, thehorrible secret, and the death of old Elspeth, the drownedfisherman, and above all the tremendous situation of the tide-bound partyunder the cliffs; and in 'St.Ronan's Well,' the long-drawn mystery, thesuspicion of insanity, and the catastrophe of suicide;--determine whetheran epithet which it would be a profanation toapply to the structure ofany, even the most exciting of Sir Walter Scott's stories, is fairlyapplicable to tales which, though illimitably inferior in execution,yetobserve the same limitations of incident, and the same moral aims.The author trusts that the Press, to whose masterly criticism and generousencouragementhe and other humble labourers in the art owe so much, willinsist upon the limitation of that degrading term to the peculiar type offiction which it was originallyintended to indicate, and prevent, as theymay, its being made to include the legitimate school of tragic Englishromance, which has been ennobled, and in greatmeasure founded, by thegenius of Sir Walter Scott.CONTENTSCHAPTERI. AUSTIN RUTHYN, OF KNOWL, AND HIS DAUGHTERII. UNCLE SILASIII. A NEW FACEIV.MADAME DE LA ROUGIERREV. SIGHTS AND NOISESVI. A WALK IN THE WOODVII. CHURCH SCARSDALEVIII. THE SMOKERIX. MONICA KNOLLYSX. LADY KNOLLYSREMOVES A COVERLETXI. LADY KNOLLYS SEES THE FEATURESXII. A CURIOUS CONVERSATIONXIII. BEFORE AND AFTER BREAKFASTXIV. ANGRY WORDSXV. AWARNINGXVI. DOCTOR BRYERLY LOOKS INXVII. AN ADVENTUREXVIII. A MIDNIGHT VISITORXIX. AU REVOIRXX. AUSTIN RUTHYN SETS OUT ON HISJOURNEYXXI. ARRIVALSXXII. SOMEBODY IN THE ROOM WITH THE COFFINXXIII. I TALK WITH DOCTOR BRYERLYXXIV. THE OPENING OF THE WILLXXV. I HEARFROM UNCLE SILASXXVI. THE STORY OF UNCLE SILASXXVII. MORE ABOUT TOM CHARKE'S SUICIDEXXVIII. I AM PERSUADEDXXIX. HOW THE AMBASSADORFAREDXXX. ON THE ROADXXXI. BARTRAM-HAUGHXXXII. UNCLE SILASXXXIII. THE WINDMILL WOODXXXIV. ZAMIELXXXV. WE VISIT A ROOM IN THE SECONDSTOREYXXXVI. AN ARRIVAL AT DEAD OF NIGHTXXXVII. DOCTOR BRYERLY EMERGESXXXVIII. A MIDNIGHT DEPARTUREXXXIX. COUSIN MONICA AND UNCLESILAS MEETXL. IN WHICH I MAKE ANOTHER COUSIN'S ACQUAINTANCEXLI. MY COUSIN DUDLEYXLII. ELVERSTON AND ITS PEOPLEXLIII. NEWS AT BARTRAMGATEXLIV. A FRIEND ARISESXLV. A CHAPTER-FULL OF LOVERSXLVI. THE RIVALSXLVII. DOCTOR BRYERLY REAPPEARSXLVIII. QUESTION AND ANSWERXLIX. ANAPPARITIONL. MILLY'S FAREWELLLI. SARAH MATILDA COMES TO LIGHTLII. THE PICTURE OF A WOLFLIII. AN ODD PROPOSALLIV. IN SEARCH OF MR. CHARKE'SSKELETONLV. THE FOOT OF HERCULESLVI. I CONSPIRELVII. THE LETTERLVIII. LADY KNOLLYS' CARRIAGELIX. A SUDDEN DEPARTURELX. THE JOURNEYLXI. OURBED-CHAMBERLXII. A WELL-KNOWN FACE LOOKS INLXIII. SPICED CLARETLXIV. THE HOUR OF DEATHLXV. IN THE OAK PARLOURCONCLUSIONUNCLE SILASATale of Bartram-HaughCHAPTER I_AUSTIN RUTHYN, OF KNOWL, AND HIS DAUGHTER_It was winter--that is, about the second week in November--and greatgustswere rattling at the windows, and wailing and thundering among our talltrees and ivied chimneys--a very dark night, and a very cheerful fireblazing, apleasant mixture of good round coal and spluttering dry wood, ina genuine old fireplace, in a sombre old room. Black wainscoting glimmeredup to the ceiling, insmall ebony panels; a cheerful clump of wax candleson the tea-table; many old portraits, some grim and pale, others pretty,and some very graceful andcharming, hanging from the walls. Few pictures,except portraits long and short, were there. On the whole, I think youwould have taken the room for our parlour.It was not like our modernnotion of a drawing-room. It was a long room too, and every way capacious,but irregularly shaped.A girl, of a little more thanseventeen, looking, I believe, younger still;slight and rather tall, with a great deal of golden hair, dark grey-eyed,and with a countenance rather sensitive andmelancholy, was sitting at thetea-table, in a reverie. I was that girl.The only other person in the room--the only person in the house related tome--was my father.He was Mr. Ruthyn, of Knowl, so called in his county,but he had many other places, was of a very ancient lineage, who hadrefused a baronetage often, and it wassaid even a viscounty, being of aproud and defiant spirit, and thinking themselves higher in station andpurer of blood than two-thirds of the nobility into whoseranks, it wassaid, they had been invited to enter. Of all this family lore I knew butlittle and vaguely; only what is to be gathered from the fireside talk ofoldretainers in the nursery.I am sure my father loved me, and I know I loved him. With the sureinstinct of childhood I apprehended his tenderness, although it wasneverexpressed in common ways. But my father was an oddity. He had been earlydisappointed in Parliament, where it was his ambition to succeed. Thoughaclever man, he failed there, where very inferior men did extremely well.Then he went abroad, and became a connoisseur and a collector; took a part,on hisreturn, in literary and scientific institutions, and also in thefoundation and direction of some charities. But he tired of this mimicgovernment, and gave himself upto a country life, not that of a sportsman,but rather of a student, staying sometimes at one of his places andsometimes at another, and living a secludedlife.Rather late in life he married, and his beautiful young wife died, leavingme, their only child, to his care. This bereavement, I have been told,changedhim--made him more odd and taciturn than ever, and his temper also,except to me, more severe. There was also some disgrace about his youngerbrother--myuncle Silas--which he felt bitterly.He was now walking up and down this spacious old room, which, extendinground an angle at the far end, was very dark in thatquarter. It was hiswont to walk up and down thus, without speaking--an exercise which used toremind me of Chateaubriand's father in the great chamber of theChÃ¢teaude Combourg. At the far end he nearly disappeared in the gloom, and thenreturning emerged for a few minutes, like a portrait with a backgroundofshadow, and then again in silence faded nearly out of view.This monotony and silence would have been terrifying to a person lessaccustomed to it than I. As itwas, it had its effect. I have known myfather a whole day without once speaking to me. Though I loved him verymuch, I was also much in awe of him.While myfather paced the floor, my thoughts were employed about the eventsof a month before. So few things happened at Knowl out of the accustomedroutine, that avery trifling occurrence was enough to set people wonderingand conjecturing in that serene household. My father lived in remarkableseclusion; except for a ride,he hardly ever left the grounds of Knowl; andI don't think it happened twice in the year that a visitor sojourned amongus.There was not even that mild religiousbustle which sometimes besets thewealthy and moral recluse. My father had left the Church of England forsome odd sect, I forget its name, and ultimatelybecame, I was told, aSwedenborgian. But he did not care to trouble me upon the subject. So theold carriage brought my governess, when I had one, the oldhousekeeper,Mrs. Rusk, and myself to the parish church every Sunday. And my father, inthe view of the honest rector who shook his head over him--'a cloudwithoutwater, carried about of winds, and a wandering star to whom is reserved theblackness of darkness'--corresponded with the 'minister' of his church,andwas provokingly contented with his own fertility and illumination; andMrs. Rusk, who was a sound and bitter churchwoman, said he fancied he sawvisions andtalked with angels like the rest of that 'rubbitch.'I don't know that she had any better foundation than analogy and conjecturefor charging my father withsupernatural pretensions; and in all pointswhen her orthodoxy was not concerned, she loved her master and was a loyalhousekeeper.I found her one morningsuperintending preparations for the reception ofa visitor, in the hunting-room it was called, from the pieces of tapestrythat covered its walls, representing scenes_Ã  la Wouvermans_, of falconry,and the chase, dogs, hawks, ladies, gallants, and pages. In the midst ofwhom Mrs. Rusk, in black silk, was rummaging drawers,counting linen, andissuing orders.'Who is coming, Mrs. Rusk?'Well, she only knew his name. It was a Mr. Bryerly. My papa expected him todinner, and to stay forsome days.'I guess he's one of those creatures, dear, for I mentioned his name justto Dr. Clay (the rector), and he says there _is_ a Doctor Bryerly, a


ï»¿The Project Gutenberg EBook of Queen of the Black Coast, by Robert E. HowardThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost norestrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online atwww.gutenberg.orgTitle: Queen of the Black CoastAuthor: Robert E. HowardRelease Date: February 24, 2013 [EBook #42183]Language: English*** START OFTHIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK QUEEN OF THE BLACK COAST ***Produced by Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team athttp://www.pgdp.net                     QUEEN OF THE BLACK COAST                       By Robert E. Howard    [Transcriber's Note: This etext was first published inWeird Tales    May 1934. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the    U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]1 Conan Joins thePirates    _Believe green buds awaken in the spring,      That autumn paints the leaves with somber fire;    Believe I held my heart inviolate      To lavish on oneman my hot desire._    THE SONG OF BÃLITHoofs drummed down the street that sloped to the wharfs. The folk thatyelled and scattered had only a fleetingglimpse of a mailed figure on ablack stallion, a wide scarlet cloak flowing out on the wind. Far up thestreet came the shout and clatter of pursuit, but thehorseman did notlook back. He swept out onto the wharfs and jerked the plunging stallionback on its haunches at the very lip of the pier. Seamen gaped upathim, as they stood to the sweep and striped sail of a high-prowed,broad-waisted galley. The master, sturdy and black-bearded, stood in thebows, easing heraway from the piles with a boat-hook. He yelled angrilyas the horseman sprang from the saddle and with a long leap landedsquarely on the mid-deck.'Who invitedyou aboard?''Get under way!' roared the intruder with a fierce gesture thatspattered red drops from his broadsword.'But we're bound for the coasts of Kush!'expostulated the master.'Then I'm for Kush! Push off, I tell you!' The other cast a quick glanceup the street, along which a squad of horsemen were galloping;farbehind them toiled a group of archers, crossbows on their shoulders.'Can you pay for your passage?' demanded the master.'I pay my way with steel!' roaredthe man in armor, brandishing thegreat sword that glittered bluely in the sun. 'By Crom, man, if youdon't get under way, I'll drench this galley in the blood of itscrew!'The shipmaster was a good judge of men. One glance at the dark scarredface of the swordsman, hardened with passion, and he shouted a quickorder,thrusting strongly against the piles. The galley wallowed outinto clear water, the oars began to clack rhythmically; then a puff ofwind filled the shimmering sail,the light ship heeled to the gust, thentook her course like a swan, gathering headway as she skimmed along.On the wharfs the riders were shaking their swordsand shouting threatsand commands that the ship put about, and yelling for the bowmen tohasten before the craft was out of arbalest range.'Let them rave,'grinned the swordsman hardily. 'Do you keep her on hercourse, master steersman.'The master descended from the small deck between the bows, made hiswaybetween the rows of oarsmen, and mounted the mid-deck. The strangerstood there with his back to the mast, eyes narrowed alertly, swordready. Theshipman eyed him steadily, careful not to make any movetoward the long knife in his belt. He saw a tall powerfully built figurein a black scale-mail hauberk,burnished greaves and a blue-steel helmetfrom which jutted bull's horns highly polished. From the mailedshoulders fell the scarlet cloak, blowing in the sea-wind.A broadshagreen belt with a golden buckle held the scabbard of the broadswordhe bore. Under the horned helmet a square-cut black mane contrastedwithsmoldering blue eyes.'If we must travel together,' said the master, 'we may as well be atpeace with each other. My name is Tito, licensed master-shipman oftheports of Argos. I am bound for Kush, to trade beads and silks and sugarand brass-hilted swords to the black kings for ivory, copra, copper ore,slaves andpearls.'The swordsman glanced back at the rapidly receding docks, where thefigures still gesticulated helplessly, evidently having trouble infinding a boat swiftenough to overhaul the fast-sailing galley.'I am Conan, a Cimmerian,' he answered. 'I came into Argos seekingemployment, but with no wars forward, there wasnothing to which I mightturn my hand.''Why do the guardsmen pursue you?' asked Tito. 'Not that it's any of mybusiness, but I thought perhaps----''I've nothingto conceal,' replied the Cimmerian. 'By Crom, though I'vespent considerable time among you civilized peoples, your ways are stillbeyond mycomprehension.'Well, last night in a tavern, a captain in the king's guard offeredviolence to the sweetheart of a young soldier, who naturally ran himthrough. Butit seems there is some cursed law against killingguardsmen, and the boy and his girl fled away. It was bruited about thatI was seen with them, and so today Iwas haled into court, and a judgeasked me where the lad had gone. I replied that since he was a friend ofmine, I could not betray him. Then the court waxedwrath, and the judgetalked a great deal about my duty to the state, and society, and otherthings I did not understand, and bade me tell where my friend hadflown.By this time I was becoming wrathful myself, for I had explained myposition.'But I choked my ire and held my peace, and the judge squalled that Ihadshown contempt for the court, and that I should be hurled into adungeon to rot until I betrayed my friend. So then, seeing they were allmad, I drew my swordand cleft the judge's skull; then I cut my way outof the court, and seeing the high constable's stallion tied near by, Irode for the wharfs, where I thought to find aship bound for foreignparts.''Well,' said Tito hardily, 'the courts have fleeced me too often insuits with rich merchants for me to owe them any love. I'llhavequestions to answer if I ever anchor in that port again, but I can proveI acted under compulsion. You may as well put up your sword. We'repeaceable sailors,and have nothing against you. Besides, it's as wellto have a fighting-man like yourself on board. Come up to the poop-deckand we'll have a tankard of ale.''Goodenough,' readily responded the Cimmerian, sheathing his sword.The _Argus_ was a small sturdy ship, typical of those trading-craftwhich ply between the ports ofZingara and Argos and the southerncoasts, hugging the shoreline and seldom venturing far into the openocean. It was high of stern, with a tall curving prow;broad in thewaist, sloping beautifully to stem and stern. It was guided by the longsweep from the poop, and propulsion was furnished mainly by the broadstripedsilk sail, aided by a jibsail. The oars were for use in tackingout of creeks and bays, and during calms. There were ten to the side,five fore and five aft of the smallmid-deck. The most precious part ofthe cargo was lashed under this deck, and under the fore-deck. The menslept on deck or between the rowers' benches,protected in bad weatherby canopies. With twenty men at the oars, three at the sweep, and theshipmaster, the crew was complete.So the _Argus_ pushedsteadily southward, with consistently fairweather. The sun beat down from day to day with fiercer heat, and thecanopies were run up--striped silken cloths thatmatched the shimmeringsail and the shining goldwork on the prow and along the gunwales.They sighted the coast of Shem--long rolling meadowlands with thewhitecrowns of the towers of cities in the distance, and horsemen withblue-black beards and hooked noses, who sat their steeds along the shoreand eyed thegalley with suspicion. She did not put in; there was scantprofit in trade with the sons of Shem.Nor did master Tito pull into the broad bay where the Styx riveremptiedits gigantic flood into the ocean, and the massive black castles ofKhemi loomed over the blue waters. Ships did not put unasked into thisport, wheredusky sorcerers wove awful spells in the murk of sacrificialsmoke mounting eternally from blood-stained altars where naked womenscreamed, and where Set, theOld Serpent, arch-demon of the Hyboriansbut god of the Stygians, was said to writhe his shining coils among hisworshippers.Master Tito gave that dreamyglass-floored bay a wide berth, even when aserpent-prowed gondola shot from behind a castellated point of land, andnaked dusky women, with great redblossoms in their hair, stood andcalled to his sailors, and posed and postured brazenly.Now no more shining towers rose inland. They had passed thesouthernborders of Stygia and were cruising along the coasts of Kush. The seaand the ways of the sea were never-ending mysteries to Conan, whosehomelandwas among the high hills of the northern uplands. The wandererwas no less of interest to the sturdy seamen, few of whom had ever seenone of his race.Theywere characteristic Argosean sailors, short and stockily built.Conan towered above them, and no two of them could match his strength.They were hardy androbust, but his was the endurance and vitality of awolf, his thews steeled and his nerves whetted by the hardness of hislife in the world's wastelands. He wasquick to laugh, quick andterrible in his wrath. He was a valiant trencherman, and strong drinkwas a passion and a weakness with him. NaÃ¯ve as a child in manyways,unfamiliar with the sophistry of civilization, he was naturallyintelligent, jealous of his rights, and dangerous as a hungry tiger.Young in years, he washardened in warfare and wandering, and hissojourns in many lands were evident in his apparel. His horned helmetwas such as was worn by the golden-hairedÃsir of Nordheim; his hauberkand greaves were of the finest workmanship of Koth; the fine ring-mailwhich sheathed his arms and legs was of Nemedia; theblade at his girdlewas a great Aquilonian broadsword; and his gorgeous scarlet cloak couldhave been spun nowhere but in Ophir.So they beat southward, andmaster Tito began to look for thehigh-walled villages of the black people. But they found only smokingruins on the shore of a bay, littered with naked blackbodies. Titoswore.'I had good trade here, aforetime. This is the work of pirates.''And if we meet them?' Conan loosened his great blade in its scabbard.'Mine is nowarship. We run, not fight. Yet if it came to a pinch, wehave beaten off reavers before, and might do it again; unless it wereBÃªlit's _Tigress_.''Who is BÃªlit?''Thewildest she-devil unhanged. Unless I read the signs a-wrong, it washer butchers who destroyed that village on the bay. May I some day seeher dangling from theyard-arm! She is called the queen of the blackcoast. She is a Shemite woman, who leads black raiders. They harry theshipping and have sent many a goodtradesman to the bottom.'From under the poop-deck Tito brought out quilted jerkins, steel caps,bows and arrows.'Little use to resist if we're run down,' hegrunted. 'But it rasps thesoul to give up life without a struggle.'       *       *       *       *       *It was just at sunrise when the lookout shouted a warning. Aroundthelong point of an island off the starboard bow glided a long lethalshape, a slender serpentine galley, with a raised deck that ran fromstem to stern. Forty oars


ï»¿Project Gutenberg's He Walked Around the Horses, by Henry Beam PiperThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictionswhatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online atwww.gutenberg.orgTitle: He Walked Around the HorsesAuthor: Henry Beam PiperIllustrator: CartierRelease Date: July 11, 2006 [EBook #18807]Language:English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HE WALKED AROUND THE HORSES ***Produced by Greg Weeks, William Woods and theOnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.netTranscriber's note:This etext was produced from Astounding Science Fiction April 1948.Extensiveresearch did not uncover any evidence that the copyrighton this publication was renewed.[Illustration]HE WALKEDAROUND THE HORSESBY H. BEAMPIPERIllustrated by Cartier_This tale is based on an authenticated,documented fact. A man vanished--rightout of this world. And where he went--__In November1809, an Englishman named Benjamin Bathurst vanished,inexplicably and utterly.__He was en route to Hamburg from Vienna, where he had been servingas hisgovernment's envoy to the court of what Napoleon had leftof the Austrian Empire. At an inn in Perleburg, in Prussia, whileexamining a change of horses for hiscoach, he casually steppedout of sight of his secretary and his valet. He was not seen toleave the inn yard. He was not seen again, ever.__At least, not in thiscontinuum...._(From Baron Eugen von Krutz, Minister of Police, to His Excellencythe Count von Berchtenwald, Chancellor to His Majesty FriedrichWilhelm III ofPrussia.)25 November, 1809Your Excellency:A circumstance has come to the notice of this Ministry, thesignificance of which I am at a loss to define, but, sinceitappears to involve matters of State, both here and abroad, I amconvinced that it is of sufficient importance to be brought toyour personal attention. Frankly, Iam unwilling to take anyfurther action in the matter without your advice.Briefly, the situation is this: We are holding, here at theMinistry of Police, a person givinghis name as Benjamin Bathurst,who claims to be a British diplomat. This person was taken intocustody by the police at Perleburg yesterday, as a result ofadisturbance at an inn there; he is being detained on technicalcharges of causing disorder in a public place, and of being asuspicious person. When arrested, hehad in his possession adispatch case, containing a number of papers; these are of such anextraordinary nature that the local authorities declined to assumeanyresponsibility beyond having the man sent here to Berlin.After interviewing this person and examining his papers, I am,I must confess, in much the sameposition. This is not, I amconvinced, any ordinary police matter; there is something verystrange and disturbing here. The man's statements, taken alone,are soincredible as to justify the assumption that he is mad. Icannot, however, adopt this theory, in view of his demeanor,which is that of a man of perfect rationality,and because of theexistence of these papers. The whole thing is mad; incomprehensible!The papers in question accompany, along with copies of thevariousstatements taken at Perleburg, a personal letter to mefrom my nephew, Lieutenant Rudolf von Tarlburg. This last isdeserving of your particular attention;Lieutenant von Tarlburgis a very level-headed young officer, not at all inclined to befanciful or imaginative. It would take a good deal to affect himas hedescribes.The man calling himself Benjamin Bathurst is now lodged in anapartment here at the Ministry; he is being treated with everyconsideration, and, exceptfor freedom of movement, accordedevery privilege.I am, most anxiously awaiting your advice, et cetera, et cetera,Krutz(Report of Traugott Zeller,_Oberwachtmeister_, _Staatspolizei_,made at Perleburg, 25 November, 1809.)At about ten minutes past two of the afternoon of Saturday, 25November, while Iwas at the police station, there entered a manknown to me as Franz Bauer, an inn servant employed by ChristianHauck, at the sign of the Sword & Scepter, herein Perleburg.This man Franz Bauer made complaint to _Staatspolizeikapitan_Ernst Hartenstein, saying that there was a madman making troubleat the inn wherehe, Franz Bauer, worked. I was, therefore,directed, by _Staatspolizeikapitan_ Hartenstein, to go to theSword & Scepter Inn, there to act at discretion to maintainthepeace.Arriving at the inn in company with the said Franz Bauer, I founda considerable crowd of people in the common room, and, in themidst of them, theinnkeeper, Christian Hauck, in altercation witha stranger. This stranger was a gentlemanly-appearing person,dressed in traveling clothes, who had under his arma smallleather dispatch case. As I entered, I could hear him, speaking inGerman with a strong English accent, abusing the innkeeper, thesaid Christian Hauck,and accusing him of having drugged his, thestranger's, wine, and of having stolen his, the stranger's,coach-and-four, and of having abducted his, thestranger's,secretary and servants. This the said Christian Hauck was loudlydenying, and the other people in the inn were taking theinnkeeper's part, and mockingthe stranger for a madman.On entering, I commanded everyone to be silent, in the king's name,and then, as he appeared to be the complaining party of thedispute,I required the foreign gentleman to state to me what was thetrouble. He then repeated his accusations against the innkeeper,Hauck, saying that Hauck,or, rather, another man who resembledHauck and who had claimed to be the innkeeper, had drugged his wineand stolen his coach and made off with hissecretary and hisservants. At this point, the innkeeper and the bystanders all beganshouting denials and contradictions, so that I had to pound on atable with mytruncheon to command silence.I then required the innkeeper, Christian Hauck, to answer thecharges which the stranger had made; this he did with acompletedenial of all of them, saying that the stranger had had no winein his inn, and that he had not been inside the inn until a fewminutes before, when he hadburst in shouting accusations, andthat there had been no secretary, and no valet, and no coachman,and no coach-and-four, at the inn, and that the gentlemanwasraving mad. To all this, he called the people who were in thecommon room to witness.I then required the stranger to account for himself. He saidthat hisname was Benjamin Bathurst, and that he was a Britishdiplomat, returning to England from Vienna. To prove this, heproduced from his dispatch case sundrypapers. One of these wasa letter of safe-conduct, issued by the Prussian Chancellery, inwhich he was named and described as Benjamin Bathurst. Theotherpapers were English, all bearing seals, and appearing to beofficial documents.Accordingly, I requested him to accompany me to the police station,and alsothe innkeeper, and three men whom the innkeeper wanted tobring as witnesses.Traugott Zeller_Oberwachtmeister_Report approved,ErnstHartenstein_Staatspolizeikapitan_(Statement of the self-so-called Benjamin Bathurst, taken at thepolice station at Perleburg, 25 November, 1809.)My name isBenjamin Bathurst, and I am Envoy Extraordinary andMinister Plenipotentiary of the government of His Britannic Majestyto the court of His Majesty Franz I,Emperor of Austria, or, atleast, I was until the events following the Austrian surrendermade necessary my return to London. I left Vienna on the morningofMonday, the 20th, to go to Hamburg to take ship home; I wastraveling in my own coach-and-four, with my secretary, Mr. BertramJardine, and my valet, WilliamSmall, both British subjects, anda coachman, Josef Bidek, an Austrian subject, whom I had hiredfor the trip. Because of the presence of French troops, whomIwas anxious to avoid, I was forced to make a detour west as faras Salzburg before turning north toward Magdeburg, where Icrossed the Elbe. I was unable toget a change of horses for mycoach after leaving Gera, until I reached Perleburg, where Istopped at the Sword & Scepter Inn.Arriving there, I left my coach in theinn yard, and I and mysecretary, Mr. Jardine, went into the inn. A man, not this fellowhere, but another rogue, with more beard and less paunch, andmoreshabbily dressed, but as like him as though he were hisbrother, represented himself as the innkeeper, and I dealt withhim for a change of horses, and ordered abottle of wine formyself and my secretary, and also a pot of beer apiece for myvalet and the coachman, to be taken outside to them. Then Jardineand I sat downto our wine, at a table in the common room, untilthe man who claimed to be the innkeeper came back and told usthat the fresh horses were harnessed to thecoach and ready togo. Then we went outside again.I looked at the two horses on the off side, and then walked aroundin front of the team to look at the twonigh-side horses, and as Idid I felt giddy, as though I were about to fall, and everythingwent black before my eyes. I thought I was having a faintingspell,something I am not at all subject to, and I put out my handto grasp the hitching bar, but could not find it. 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