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• "Steve, You've got some great drawings in that sampling. WOW!… Everything is sooo clear when you draw it… The vast number of patent draftsmen would never be able to illustrate the way you do." Warren K., former Kodak patent attorney, July 5, 2015.
• "You do great work (and you work fast)."Roy Anderson, patent attorney, Glendale, CA, May 12, 2014.
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This lyrical Irish folksong is a favorite among honor choirs. "I wish I was in Carrickfergus, only for nights in Ballygrant...but the sea is wide and I can't swim over, nor have I the wings to fly..." Full of melancholy feeling, it really captures the old-world charm of Ireland.
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Q:
Is parseInt() supposed to work like this?
If I write this script :
alert(parseInt("123blahblahblah456"));
I get the alert with the value 123
Ideally, shouldn't the function NOT do anything since it is an invalid integer string?
Similar is the case with parseFloat()
A:
Yes, cf all the anwers. I'd like to add that this is why checking if certain value can be converted to a number, it's better to use Number or just +.
Number("123blahblahblah456"); //=> NaN
Number("123"); //=> 123
+"97.221" //=> 97.221
// if the conversion result needs to be an int
Math.round(Number("123.4567")); //=> 123
Be aware though that Number in some cases (unexpectely) returns 0.
+null //=> 0
+" " //=> 0
+"" //=> 0
+false //=> 0
+[] //=> 0
A:
parseInt attempts to parse the string until it finds a non-integer value, at which point it returns whatever it had.
So if the string is:
1234abcd - it returns 1234
1a3f - it returns 1
a14883 - it returns NaN
1.5 - it returns 1
-1.3a - it returns -1
Same with parseFloat except that won't break on a .
1234abcd - it returns 1234
1a3f - it returns 1
a14883 - it returns NaN
1.5 - it returns 1.5
-1.3a - it returns -1.3
A:
Yes: parseInt() is absolutely meant to work like that; to quote the Mozilla Developer Network entry:
The parseInt function converts its first argument to a string, parses it, and returns an integer or NaN. If not NaN, the returned value will be the decimal integer representation of the first argument taken as a number in the specified radix (base). For example, a radix of 10 indicates to convert from a decimal number, 8 octal, 16 hexadecimal, and so on. For radices above 10, the letters of the alphabet indicate numerals greater than 9. For example, for hexadecimal numbers (base 16), A through F are used.
If parseInt encounters a character that is not a numeral in the specified radix, it ignores it and all succeeding characters and returns the integer value parsed up to that point. parseInt truncates numbers to integer values. Leading and trailing spaces are allowed.
It seems that parseInt() is explicitly expecting to take a string and will take the first sequence of numbers (until it encounters an invalid numerical character) and return that as a number of whatever base was specified in the radix parameter.
Incidentally, to reduce errors when parsing the strings passed to parseInt() remember to use the radix parameter, for example:
parseInt('123odod24',10); // for base-10
parseInt('123odod24',16); // for base-16
Reference:
parseInt() at the MDC.
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Mammographic screening leads to many women being diagnosed with ductal carcinoma in situ [DCIS], yet we cannot accurately predict which lesions will undergo malignant progression to invasive ductal carcinomas [IDC] or effectively block this transition. Studies of human breast biopsies have implicated in this process cysteine cathepsins V/L2 and B in tumor cells and macrophages and cathepsins F, K and L in myoepithelial cells/[myo]fibroblasts. Aberrant signal transduction, for example through p21-activated kinase 1 [PAK1], may contribute to increased pericellular proteolysis. Our working hypothesis is that the transition from pre-invasive DCIS to invasive carcinomas and the rapid progression of some DCIS lesions are mediated through alterations in proteolytic pathways in DCIS cells and DCIS-associated cells, and that dysregulated PAK1 contributes to the induction of these aberrant proteolytic pathways. To test this hypothesis, we will recapitulate the transition from pre-invasive DCIS to invasive carcinoma using in vitro and in vivo progression models that we have designated MAME for mammary architecture microenvironment engineering. In these models, we will use isogenic MCF10 cell lines [AT1, DCIS1 and CA1d] and two human DCIS cell lines [SUM-102 and SUM-225]. Our specific aims are to: 1. Modulate expression and activity of cysteine cathepsin V or B in the isogenic and SUM DCIS cell lines, both by direct targeting and through intervention at the level of PAK1, and determine using the in vitro MAME model whether the invasive phenotype is altered; 2. Determine using the in vitro MAME model whether the invasive phenotype can be altered by co-culturing modified cells from Aim 1 with myoepithelial cells, [myo]fibroblasts or both cell types, using wild-type cells and ones in which expression and activity of cysteine cathepsin F, K or L have been modulated; 3. Determine using the in vivo MAME model whether the malignant phenotype of xenografts of modified cells from Aim 1 can be altered by simultaneous implantation of myoepithelial cells, [myo]fibroblasts or both cell types, using wild-type cells and ones in which expression and activity of cysteine cathepsin F, K or L have been modulated; and 4. Screen [via our Hu/Mu ProtIn chip] the in vivo MAME model for proteolytic pathways that may contribute to the transition from DCIS to IDC and use the in vitro MAME model to define functional changes with libraries of reagents from the Center on Proteolytic Pathways. Validating, in the context both of the tumor and its microenvironment, proteases key to progression of DCIS to IDC, and kinase pathways that regulate them, should identify potential targets for therapeutic intervention as well as biomarkers to distinguish DCIS lesions that will rapidly progress to IDC. PUBLIC HEALTH RELEVANCE: Proteases and kinases are the subject of intensive efforts by the pharmaceutical industry to develop new treatment strategies for human diseases, including cancer. Our proposed studies will discover and validate protease pathways that are active in the tumor microenvironment and that mediate the transition to a full-blown malignancy, and kinase pathways that regulate these protease pathways. We anticipate that our studies will identify biomarkers to distinguish premalignant lesions that will progress to invasive cancers and define targets that will abrogate that progression. [unreadable] [unreadable] [unreadable]
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Carmel College (St Helens)
Carmel College is a Roman Catholic mixed sixth form college located in St Helens, Merseyside, England and welcomes students of all faiths.
History
The college opened in 1987 to just over four hundred students and currently has approximately 2,200 students, the majority of whom study AS and A2 courses with the remainder following Level 1 and 2 courses or post-18 courses such as the foundation art diploma or university degrees.
In 1999, Carmel College became the first Associate College of the University of Liverpool offering a range of 4 year Science and Engineering degree courses with the first year of study at Carmel College. In 2006, the college started a new programme offering students a Foundation Year Zero that leads directly on to Medicine, Dentistry and Veterinary Sciences at the University of Liverpool. This route is open to mature students who for a variety of reasons are missing the required A-Levels generally needed for the aforementioned degrees. This route has proven to be highly successful and has exceeded all expectations. In 1999, Carmel also became one of the first of four sixth form colleges in England to be designated a Beacon College. Over the past 3 years, the quality of teaching at Carmel has been consistently in the top 10% of 2, 580 schools and colleges nationally (ALPS: A Level Performance System) The college has 100% Pass Rate in 42 courses, with 55% of grades at A*-B and 80% of grades at A*-C and also has 100% BTEC Pass Rate and 91% of BTEC grades at Distinction*/Distinction. Opportunities for student development include High Achievers and Enrichment Programmes such as Duke of Edinburgh, MedSoc, work experience, learning languages such as Mandarin and other notable societies. In its latest Ofsted inspection, Carmel was judged to be "outstanding in all aspects of its provision." Also noted as being the 9th best in the UK.
During 30 April–3 May 2019, Ofsted inspected Carmel College and it achieved an overall rating of Outstanding, a rating it has held since 2002.
Previous head teacher, Rob Peacock retired in 2016 after 29 years association with the college. He started out as a science teacher at Mount Carmel High School, an all-girls school which existed on the site before the sixth-form. The current Principal of Carmel College is Mike Hill.
Alumni
Johnny Vegas, comedian and actor
Paul Wellens, Great Britain and England international rugby league footballer playing for St Helens RLFC
Jacqui Abbott, female vocalist from The Beautiful South
Chad Rigby
References
External links
Carmel College Official Website
Carmel College Connect Student Intranet
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Category:Educational institutions established in 1987
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Application of 2D-TOCSY NMR to the measurement of specific(13C-enrichments in complex mixtures of 13C-labeled metabolites.
A 2D-NMR method based on zero-quantum filtered (ZQF-) TOtal Correlation SpectroscopY (TOCSY) was applied to measure 13C-enrichments in complex mixtures of 13C-labeled metabolites generated in carbon-labeling experiments. Using ZQF-TOCSY, more than 30 13C-enrichments could be potentially measured from the analysis of a biomass hydrolyzate prepared from Escherichia coli cells grown on a mixture of 20% [U-13C]-glucose and 80% [1-13C]-glucose, without need for separation of metabolites. The method is applicable to biomass hydrolyzates, cell extracts, and other complex biological samples. It is also applicable to any combination of labeled substrates and provides a basis for examining non-steady-state conditions.
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Produced by Richard Tonsing, David Edwards and the Online
Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This
file was produced from images generously made available
by The Internet Archive)
[Illustration: THE “STRANGER” IN THE CYCLONE.]
_FRANK NELSON SERIES._
THE
BOY TRADERS;
OR, THE
SPORTSMAN’S CLUB AMONG THE BOERS.
BY HARRY CASTLEMON,
AUTHOR OF “THE GUNBOAT SERIES,” “SPORTSMAN’S CLUB SERIES,” “ROCKY
MOUNTAIN SERIES,” ETC.
PHILADELPHIA
HENRY T. COATES & CO.
CINCINNATI:
R. W. CARROLL & CO.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
PAGE
The Sandwich Islands, 5
CHAPTER II.
The Gale, 24
CHAPTER III.
The Last of Long Tom, 42
CHAPTER IV.
A Change of Programme, 64
CHAPTER V.
The Two Champions, 85
CHAPTER VI.
The Consul’s “Clark,” 105
CHAPTER VII.
More about the Clerk, 129
CHAPTER VIII.
On the Quarter-deck again, 149
CHAPTER IX.
A Yankee Trick, 169
CHAPTER X.
Archie proves Himself a Hero, 192
CHAPTER XI.
An Obstinate Captain, 214
CHAPTER XII.
Buying an Outfit, 234
CHAPTER XIII.
A Surly Boer, 253
CHAPTER XIV.
A Troop of Lions, 274
CHAPTER XV.
“Where’s my Horse?” 296
CHAPTER XVI.
Deserted, 317
CHAPTER XVII.
Conclusion, 339
THE BOY TRADERS;
OR, THE
SPORTSMAN’S CLUB AMONG THE BOERS.
CHAPTER I.
THE SANDWICH ISLANDS.
“Now, Uncle Dick, what is the matter?”
The captain of the Stranger looked toward the companion-ladder, up which
his nephew had just disappeared, and motioned to Frank to close the
door.
“That is the fourth time I have seen you look at that barometer during
the last half hour,” continued Frank.
“Yes, and I find it lower every time I look at it,” answered the old
sailor. “It is coming; trotting right along, too.”
“What is coming? Another tornado?”
“No, a regular old-fashioned cyclone.”
“I declare, it don’t seem to me that the schooner can stand much more
pounding,” said Frank, drawing a long breath.
“Oh, she is good for a dozen battles like the one she has just passed
through,” continued Uncle Dick, encouragingly. “Give me a tight craft, a
good crew, and plenty of elbow-room, and I would much rather be afloat
during a storm than on shore. There are no trees, chimneys, or roofs to
fall on us here.”
“But we haven’t plenty of elbow-room,” said Frank, somewhat anxiously.
“The islands are scattered around here thicker than huckleberry bushes
in a New England pasture, and they are all surrounded with coral reefs,
too.”
“I know it; but it is our business to keep clear of the coral reefs.
Now, let me see how much you know. Where’s the schooner?”
Frank, who now occupied his old position as sailing-master of the
vessel, took a chart from Uncle Dick’s desk, and pointed out the
position of their little craft, which he had marked with a red
lead-pencil after taking his observation at noon.
“Very good,” said Uncle Dick. “Which side of the equator are we?”
“South,” answered Frank.
“How many motions have cyclones?”
“Two; rotary and progressive.”
“Which way do they revolve in the Southern hemisphere?”
“In the same direction that the sun appears to move.”
“Correct. Now, suppose that while you were in command of the Tycoon, you
had found out that there was a cyclone coming—”
“I’m afraid I shouldn’t have found it out,” interrupted Frank, “for I
don’t know what the signs are.”
“But we will suppose that you knew all about it. After you have seen one
or two, you will know how to tell when they are coming. We will suppose,
now, that a cyclone comes up, and that the wind blows strongly from the
northwest. Which way from you is the centre of the storm?”
“Southwest.”
“And which way is it coming?”
“Toward the southeast.”
“Then if you bore away to the southwest you would escape, of course?”
“No, sir; I should probably insure my destruction, for I should sail
straight into the vortex. A northeasterly course would soon take me out
of danger.”
“Yes, you would get out of danger that way, but how soon I don’t know.
The paths of some of these hurricanes are a thousand miles broad. You’ll
do, however, and you are a very good boy to learn your lesson so well.”
“Shall I go to the head?” asked Frank, with a laugh.
The last time we saw the members of the Sportsman’s Club, they had just
found Frank Nelson after a long separation from him. Their vessel was
lying in the harbor of Honolulu; Captain Barclay, the wounded commander
of the whaler, had been taken to a hospital on shore; his ship, the
Tycoon, had passed through the hands of the American consul, who placed
a new captain aboard of her with orders to take her to the States, where
she belonged; and for the first time in long weeks the Club were free
from excitement, and had leisure to sit down and calmly talk over the
adventures that had befallen them, and the exploits they had performed
since leaving home.
They had many things to converse about, as we know, and some of their
number had reason to feel elated over what they had done. Walter had
been a hero for once in his life, for had he not been captured by
robbers, who believed him to be somebody else, been confined in Potter’s
ranche, and held as a hostage for the chief of the band who was a
prisoner in the fort? That was the worst predicament that Walter had
ever been in, and it was no wonder that there was a warm place in his
heart for Dick Lewis and Bob Kelly, the men who had rescued him from his
perilous situation.
Archie Winters was also a hero, for he had lassoed and ridden the wild
horse which had so long defied all efforts to capture him, and would in
all probability have given him, in a few days more, into the possession
of his lawful owner, Colonel Gaylord, had not he and his two friends,
Fred and Eugene, unfortunately stumbled upon Zack and Silas, the
trappers who robbed the emigrant. One thing made Archie hug himself with
delight every time he thought of the various exciting incidents that
happened while he remained in the trappers’ company, and that was, that
Zack and Silas did not get the million dollars after all. He laughed
outright when he remembered how astounded and enraged they were to find
that the box, which they supposed was filled with nuggets and gold-dust,
contained nothing but a small brass machine something like the works of
a clock. Archie wondered what had become of the hospitable Pike, and
whether or not he had succeeded in putting his machine together again,
and running his quartz mill with it.
But while the members of the Club gave to Walter and Archie all the
credit which their adventures and achievements demanded, they were
unanimous in according the lion’s share of praise to Frank Nelson, who
had brought himself safely out of a predicament, the like of which the
boys had never heard of before. It seemed almost impossible that one who
had been “shanghaied” and thrust into the forecastle of a whale-ship to
do duty as a common sailor, should, in so short a time and by sheer
force of character, have worked his way to the quarter-deck, and into a
position for which only men of years and experience are thought to be
qualified. But they had abundant evidence that such was the fact. There
was a witness in the person of the trapper, who was kidnapped at the
same time, and who had escaped in a manner so remarkable that even Uncle
Dick, who had seen a world of marvellous things, said the same feat
could not be performed again under like circumstances. Besides, the boys
had seen Frank on the Tycoon’s quarter-deck, had heard him give orders
that were promptly obeyed, had messed with him in his cabin, and he had
brought them safely into the harbor of Honolulu, beating the swift
little Stranger out of sight on the way.
As for Frank himself, he was very well satisfied with what he had done,
and often declared that an adventure which, at first, threatened to
terminate in something serious, had had a most agreeable ending. His
forced sojourn on the Tycoon and all the incidents that had happened
during that time—the sight of the first whale he ever struck coming up
on a breach close in front of his boat, and looming up in the air like a
church steeple; the excessive fatigue that followed the long hours spent
in cutting in and trying out; the sleepless nights; the days and weeks
of suspense he had endured; the race and the desperate battle under a
broiling sun he had had in Mr. Gale’s boat on the day Captain Barclay
deserted him; the fight with the natives at the Mangrove Islands, and
the rescue of the prisoners—all these things would have seemed like a
dream to Frank now, had it not been for the large callous spots on the
palms of his hands, which had been brought there by handling heavy oars
and by constant pulling at tarred ropes. The sight of these recalled
very forcibly to his mind the days and nights of toil which sometimes
tested his strength and endurance so severely that he hardly expected to
live through them. Nothing could have tempted him to submit to the same
trials again, but now that they were all over and he was safe among
friends once more, he would not have sold his experience at any price.
The Stranger remained at the Sandwich Islands three weeks, and during
that time the boys saw everything of interest there was to be seen.
Eugene, who was impatient to get ashore to see how the “savages” lived,
was quite astonished when his brother informed him that the natives were
considered to be the most generally educated people in the world; that
there was scarcely a man, woman, or child of suitable age among them who
could not read and write; that they had contributed a goodly sum of
money to the Sanitary Commission during our late war; that they had sent
a good many men to serve in our army and navy; and that among them were
a brigadier-general, a major, and several officers of lower grade.
Eugene could hardly believe it; but when he got ashore and saw the fine
hotel erected by the government at a cost of one hundred and twenty
thousand dollars, the prison, hospital, churches, and school-houses, he
was obliged to confess that he was among civilized people. Frank and
Archie were equally astonished at the familiar appearance of things, and
told their Southern friends that if they could imagine how Honolulu
would look without the bananas, palm, and tamarind trees, they could
tell exactly how the majority of New England villages looked.
The first Sunday the Club spent ashore they went to the seaman’s chapel
to hear Father Damon preach to the sailors; and the next day they hired
horses, a pack-mule, and guides for a ride around the island. This was a
great relief to them, especially to Dick and Bob, for it gave them a
taste of the frontier life to which they had so long been accustomed.
They were all glad to find themselves on horseback once more; so they
journeyed very leisurely, and the ride, which could easily have been
accomplished in four days, consumed the best part of eight.
Having explored Oahu pretty thoroughly, the Club returned on board the
Stranger, which set sail for Hilo in the island of Hawaii, which place
they reached after a rough passage of four days. At Hilo—the town has
been devastated by a tidal wave since the Club visited it—they had their
first view of a sport for which the natives of these islands are so
famous—swimming with the surf-board. It was a fine, not to say a
thrilling sight to see a party of men, some of whom were lying, others
kneeling, and still others standing erect upon boards which seemed
scarcely large enough to support their weight, shooting towards the
beach with almost railroad speed, closely followed by a huge comber that
seemed every instant to be on the point of overwhelming them. The grace
and skill exhibited by the swimmers made the feat appear very easy of
accomplishment, and after watching the bathers for a few minutes, Eugene
declared that he could do it as well as anybody, and dared Archie to get
a board somewhere and go into the water with him.
“Find a board yourself, and see if I am afraid to follow where you dare
lead,” was Archie’s prompt reply; and to show that he meant what he
said, he pulled off his jacket and threw it on the sand.
“Now, Archie,” remonstrated Frank, “I wouldn’t undertake anything I was
certain to make a failure of, if I were you. You can’t get beyond the
surf to save your life.”
“I’d like to know if I can’t duck my head and let a billow pass over me
as well as anybody?”
“No, you can’t.”
“There’s where you are mistaken. You’ll see. Our countrymen can dive
deeper and come out drier than any people in the world, not even
excepting these Sandwich Islanders. I’ll go as far as my leader goes,
you may rely upon that. Say, Mr. Kanaker,” added Archie, approaching a
stalwart swimmer who had just been landed high and dry by a huge billow,
“you gives me board, I gives you, quarter, eh?”
The native smiled good-naturedly and astonished Archie by replying in
plain English, and in much better terms than he had used—
“You may have it certainly, but I wouldn’t advise you to try it.”
While Archie stood perplexed and bewildered, wondering how he ought to
apologize to the man for addressing him in such a way, the latter
continued, “I think your friend has given up the idea of going out.”
Archie looked toward Eugene, and saw that he was standing with his boots
in his hand, gazing intently toward the water. He glanced in the same
direction, and was just in time to see a swimmer overtaken by a huge
comber, and carried out of sight in an instant. Archie was greatly
alarmed, and expected to see the man dashed stunned and bruised on the
beach; but presently a head bobbed up and out of the water beyond the
breaker, and the bold swimmer, still safe and sound and undismayed by
his failure, struck out for another trial, diving under the waves as
they came rolling in, and finally made his way to the smooth water, half
a mile from shore, where he waited for another high swell to carry him
in. That was as near as Archie and Eugene ever came to trying their
skill with the surf-board. One picked up his jacket, the other pulled on
his boots, and as both these acts were performed at the same time,
neither could consistently accuse the other of backing out.
The first excursion the Club made from Hilo was to a bay, with an
unpronounceable name, on the opposite side of the island, the scene of
Captain Cook’s death; and the next was to the volcano of Kilauea, the
largest active crater in the world. The trappers, who accompanied the
Club wherever they went, set out on this last expedition with fear and
trembling. The boys had explained to them the theory of volcanoes as
best they could, and to say that the backwoodsmen were astonished would
but feebly express their feelings. They had never heard of a burning
mountain before, and they were overwhelmed with awe. The statement that
there was a hole in the ground three miles long, a mile broad, and a
thousand feet deep, containing two lakes filled with something that
looked like red-hot iron, was almost too much for them to believe; but
the Club promised to show it to them, and so the trappers mounted their
horses and set out with the rest. But they went no farther than the
Volcano House, at which the party stopped for the night. The Club and
Uncle Dick took up their quarters in the house, but the trappers
preferred spreading their blankets on the veranda. Some time during the
night the rainstorm, that had set in just before dark, cleared away, and
old Bob, who happened to be awake, suddenly caught sight of something
that terrified him beyond measure. He aroused his companion, and the two
sat there on the veranda until morning looking at it. The top of the
mountain which had been pointed out to them as the volcano, seemed to be
on fire, and now and then sheets of flame would shoot up above the
summit, lighting up the clouds overhead, until it seemed to the two
anxious watchers that the whole heavens were about to be consumed.
By the time daylight came they had seen enough of volcanoes, and
emphatically refused to go another step toward the crater. There was
something up there, they said, that must be dreadful to look at, and
they didn’t want to get any nearer to it. The boys went, however, and
descended into the crater, and filled their pockets with chunks of lava,
saw the burning lakes, breathed the sulphurous fumes that arose from
them, walked over a fiery, molten mass from which they were separated by
only fourteen inches of something Uncle Dick said was _cold_ lava, but
which was still so hot that it burned the soles of their boots, and
finally came back to the Volcano House again at five o’clock, with minds
so deeply impressed by what they had seen that it could never be
forgotten. They did not have much to say about their journey—they wanted
to keep still and think about it; but when at last their tongues were
loosed, the burning lakes were the only subjects of their conversation
until the new and novel sights of another country took possession of
their minds and thoughts for the time being.
The trappers were also wonderfully impressed, though in a different way.
They were frightened again, and after that they had many long and
earnest debates on the subject of an immediate return to America. But
when they came to talk it over and ask the advice of others, they found
that there were many obstacles in their way. Dick Lewis remembered and
feared the boarding-house keeper, while old Bob was afraid to trust
himself to any vessel besides the Stranger. Neither he nor Dick wanted
to cross the Pacific again, for what if one of those big “quids,” or the
mother of that baby whale they had seen, should meet them and send them
to the bottom? No, they dared not go back, and they dreaded to go on.
There were dangers before as well as behind. New and wonderful sights
were being brought to their notice every day, and there were many others
yet to come that they had often heard the boys talk about. There were
animals called lions and tigers, as fierce as panthers, only a great
deal larger and stronger, some of which were so bold that they would
rush into a settlement in broad daylight, and carry off the first man
that came in their way. There were other animals called elephants, that
stood as high at the shoulders as the roof of Potter’s rancho, whose
teeth weighed fifty pounds apiece, and one of whose feet was so heavy
that it took two strong men to shoulder it. There were serpents so
enormous that they could crush and swallow a deer or a human being, and
others so numerous and deadly that more than thirty thousand people had
died in one year from the effects of their bites. And, more wonderful
than all, here was Uncle Dick, who had brought them safely through so
many dangers, and who had met and vanquished all these monsters, and he
was going straight back to the countries where they were to be found! He
was going to take his nephews and Frank there too, and the reckless
youngsters were eager to go. The trappers couldn’t understand it. They
didn’t mind an occasional brush with Indians and grizzlies—they rather
enjoyed it; but the thought of a single man boldly attacking an animal
as large as a house was enough to terrify them.
The trappers talked these matters over at every opportunity, and finally
decided that they would rather meet the dangers yet to come, provided
they could do so in Uncle Dick’s company and Frank’s, than go back alone
and face those they had left behind them. They announced this decision
quietly, like men who had determined to bravely meet the fate they could
not avert, and suffered themselves to be carried away to new countries
and new dangers on the other side of the Pacific.
CHAPTER II.
THE GALE.
The Sandwich Islands having been thoroughly explored, the Stranger set
sail for the harbor of Hilo, and shaped her course across the Pacific.
Japan was the Club’s destination, but they were in no hurry to get
there, and besides there were objects of interest to be seen on the way.
There were numerous islands to be visited, and among them were the
Mangroves. The boys were anxious to see the place where the fight with
the natives occurred, and Uncle Dick, yielding to their entreaties, told
Frank to take the schooner there, a command which he gladly obeyed. The
boys would also have been delighted could they have seen the village
which had been burned by Frank’s orders. They tried to induce Uncle Dick
to let them go there, giving as a reason for this insane desire that
possibly the savages might be holding other prisoners whom they could
release. But the old sailor settled that matter very quickly. He wasn’t
going to put his vessel and crew in danger for nothing, that was
certain. The boys might go ashore after terrapins if the schooner
stopped in the bay over night, and that was all they could do.
When they arrived in sight of the principal island, and had approached
within a mile of the beach, Uncle Dick said to Frank:
“The natives of course know by this time that we are coming, and to show
them that we are prepared to take care of ourselves, wouldn’t it be a
good plan to kick up a little dust out there with a thirty-pound shot?”
“I think it would,” answered Frank. “As our vessel is small, they will
know that we have a small crew, and the noise of a shell or two
whistling through the trees may save us from an attack if we lie at
anchor all night.”
Since leaving Bellville the crew had been drilled in the use of small
arms and in handling the big guns almost as regularly as though the
Stranger had been a little man-of-war; but none of the pieces had ever
spoken yet, and the Club were delighted with the prospect of hearing
Long Tom’s voice. The crew were at once piped to quarters, the shifting
men took their place about the thirty-pounder (the vessel’s company was
too small to allow of a full crew for each of the three guns), and in
response to the old familiar order, “Cast loose and provide,” which they
had all heard many a time when it meant something besides shelling an
unoccupied piece of woods, quickly stripped off the canvas covering and
made the piece ready for business. A cartridge was driven home, a shell
placed on top of it, the gun was trained in accordance with Frank’s
desires, the second captain lowered the breech a little, the first
captain raised his hand, and the crew stood back out of the way.
“Fire!” said Frank.
The first captain pulled the lock-string, and the little vessel trembled
all over as Long Tom belched forth its contents. Then something happened
that the Club had not looked for. As the smoke arose from the mouth of
the cannon, a crowd of natives, who had been lying concealed behind the
rocks on the beach, jumped to their feet and ran with all haste into the
woods. The shell ploughed through the trees above their heads, and
exploding, sent up a cloud of white smoke to mark the spot.
“That was pretty close to some of them, Frank,” said Uncle Dick.
“It is no matter if it hurt some of them,” said Frank, in reply. “They
had an ambush ready for us, didn’t they? Suppose we had been out of
water, and had sent a boat’s-crew ashore after some? There wouldn’t a
man of them have come back to us.”
Three more shells followed the first, being thrown toward other points
on the island, to show the treacherous inhabitants that the schooner’s
company could reach a good portion of their territory if they felt so
disposed, and then the cannon was taken in charge by the quarter-gunner,
who, after rubbing it inside and out until it shone like a mirror, put
on its canvas covering again. A few minutes afterward, the Stranger
dropped anchor in the bay, near the spot where the Tycoon had been
moored when attacked by the natives.
“This is the place,” said Frank, to the boys who gathered around to hear
once more the story of the thrilling scenes that had been enacted in
that lonely spot but a few short weeks before. “Here is where the ship
was anchored, and that creek over there was the ambush from which the
canoes came. The boats’ crews who went ashore after water were attacked
on that white beach you see off the port bow, and there was where we
landed when we went out to burn the village, which was located about
three-quarters of a mile from the beach.”
The boys could understand Frank’s description of the fight now that they
saw before them the very spot in which it had taken place. They listened
to the story as attentively as though they had never heard it before,
and ran down to supper telling one another that they would see and learn
more in the morning when they went ashore after terrapins. “And I hope
that then the natives will try and see what we are made of,” said Eugene
to Archie, in a confidential whisper. “My new Henry rifle that I bought
in ’Frisco to replace the one Jack stole from me will rust for want of
use if it lies in its case much longer.”
“I hope we shall have a chance to rescue the prisoners they are still
holding,” said Archie. “It must be dreadful to pass one’s life here
among these heathen. The worst part of such a captivity to me would be
the knowledge that every now and then friends came here who would be
only too willing to take me off if I could only get to them. I wish
there were enough of us to take the island.”
Probably the prisoners who were still in the hands of the natives wished
the same thing. Perhaps, too, they had some hopes of rescue when they
heard the roar of the thirty-pounder awaking the echoes among the hills.
But the schooner’s company was in no situation to render them
assistance, and the Club were now as near the island as they ever went.
While they were at supper, the officer of the deck suddenly descended
the companion-ladder and interrupted the lively conversation that was
going on by asking the captain if he would come on deck a minute. Uncle
Dick went, and had hardly disappeared before the boys heard the
boatswain’s whistle, followed by the order: “All hands stand by to get
the ship under way.”
With one accord the Club dropped their knives and forks and ran up the
ladder to see what was the occasion of the order; some of them being in
such a hurry that they did not stop to find their caps.
“Master Frank,” said Dick Lewis, who met his young friend at the top of
the ladder, “is that a quid out thar? Is that ole whale comin’ to ax the
cap’n what he’s done with her baby?”
The trapper pointed seaward, and Frank, looking in the direction
indicated by his finger, saw a dark cloud rising rapidly in the horizon,
and beneath it a long line of foam and a dense bank of mist that was
moving toward the island.
“Rodgers says we’re done for now,” continued Dick, whose face was white
as a sheet. “He says me and Bob never seed a whale yet, but will see one
now; that is, if we have a chance to see anything afore she opens her
mouth and sends us to—, to—; what sort of a place did he say that was,
Bob?” inquired Dick, turning to his frightened companion, who stood
close beside him.
“I don’t know; somebody’s cupboard,” replied Bob.
“Davy Jones’s locker, most likely,” explained Frank. “Now, Dick, when
Rodgers or anyone else, says such a thing to you again, you just tell
him that you know better. We’re going to have a blow, that’s all. You
have seen enough of them among the mountains and on the prairies to know
what they are.”
“But, whar be we goin’?” asked Dick, seeing that the Stranger was
walking rapidly up to her anchor.
“We’re going out, of course.”
“In the face and eyes of it?” gasped the trapper, looking dubious at the
angry clouds, whose appearance was indeed most threatening. “Why don’t
we stay here whar we’re safe?”
“Because we are not safe here. This is the most dangerous spot we could
be in. The wind will blow directly on shore, and the waves will come
rolling in here as high as the crosstrees. The first one that struck us
would carry us out there in the woods.”
“Then, let’s take our shootin’ irons an’ go ashore,” said Dick. “I’d
sooner fight the <DW65>s than stay on this little boat and be drownded.”
“And what would we do with the schooner? Leave her to take care of
herself? That’s a pretty idea, isn’t it? She would be smashed into
kindling-wood on the beach, and then how would we ever get home again?
No, no, Dick; we must take care of the vessel first, so we are going out
where we shall have plenty of room. I wish we were out there now,” added
Frank, anxiously, as he directed his gaze toward a high rocky promontory
which jutted out into the water a mile in advance of them. “That point
is a pretty long one, and if we don’t weather it before the storm breaks
it will be good-bye, Stranger, and Sportsman’s Club, too.”
“Never fear,” exclaimed Uncle Dick, who happened to overhear this last
remark. “We’ve got a capful of wind, and that is all we need to make an
offing. Once off this lee-shore, we shall have plenty of room, unless we
are blown up against the Ladrone Islands.”
“And about the time that happens, look out for pirates,” said Eugene.
“What’s them?” asked Dick.
“Oh, they are wild, lawless men, like Allen and Black Bill,” replied
Eugene.
The trapper’s brow cleared at once. He was not afraid of lawless men,
for he had met too many of them during his career on the plains. He was
perfectly willing to meet anything that could be resisted by the weapons
to which he had been accustomed from his earliest boyhood, but storms
like this that was now approaching, and whales and “quids,” that could
destroy a vessel, and elephants as large as a house, Dick did not want
to see.
The Stranger was under sail in a very few minutes, and with all her
canvas spread she began to move away from the dangerous shore under her
lee. What little wind there was stirring was rapidly dying away, but it
blew long enough to enable the little vessel to pass the threatening
point which Frank so much dreaded, and then sail was quickly shortened,
and every preparation made to meet the on-coming tempest.
“Go below, now, boys,” said Uncle Dick, as he came out of the cabin with
his oilcloth suit on, and his speaking-trumpet in his hand. “I am going
to batten down everything. Take Dick and Bob with you.”
Before the trappers could refuse to go, as they would probably have done
had they been allowed time to think, they were pulled down into the
cabin, and the door, being closed behind them, was covered with a
tarpaulin; so were the skylights, and thus the cabin was made so dark
that the boys could scarcely distinguish one another’s features. This
was the first time these precautions had been taken since rounding Cape
Horn, and the boys made up their minds that the storm was going to be a
severe one.
“I don’t like this at all,” said Eugene. “I’d much rather go on deck and
face it.”
“You are safer here, for there is no danger of being washed overboard,”
said Featherweight.
“But I want to see what is going on,” said Eugene. “I can’t bear to be
shut up in this way.”
“How would you like to belong to the crew of a monitor?” asked George.
“In action, or during a storm at sea, the crew are all below, and they
are kept there by heavy iron gratings.”
“Whew!” exclaimed Eugene. “They must be regular coffins.”
“They sometimes prove to be, that’s a fact. The Tecumseh was blown up by
a torpedo in Mobile harbor, and went to the bottom, carrying one hundred
and twelve men with her.”
“Human natur’!” shrieked Dick, as all the occupants of the cabin were
thrown from their seats by the sudden lurching of the vessel. “We’re
goin’, too! We’re goin’, too!”
“Oh, no,” replied Frank, picking himself up from under the table, where
he had been pitched headlong. “That was only the first touch of the
storm.”
“Well, if that’s a _touch_, I sincerely hope that we shall not get a
blow,” said Archie, crawling back to his seat and rubbing his elbow with
one hand and his head with the other.
“She will soon come right side up,” said Frank.
But to Dick and Bob, and even to some of the other occupants of the
cabin, it seemed for a few minutes as though the Stranger was destined
to come wrong side up. She heeled over until the floor stood at such an
angle that it was useless for one to attempt to retain an upright
position, and the boys were knocked and bumped about in a way that was
quite bewildering. But she came up to a nearly even keel at last, as
Frank had said she would, and then the boys could tell, confined as they
were, that she was travelling through the water at a tremendous rate of
speed. They looked out at the bull’s-eyes, but could gain no idea of the
state of affairs outside, for the glasses were obscured by the rain and
by the spray which was driven from the tops of the waves. The waves must
have rolled mountains high, judging by the way their little vessel was
tossed about by them, and the wind roared and screeched so loudly that
the boys could not hear a single order, or even the tramping of the
sailors’ feet as they passed over their heads. So completely were all
sounds of life above decks shut out from them, that the Club might have
thought that the captain and all his crew had been swept overboard, had
it not been for the steady course the vessel pursued. That told them
that there was somebody watching over them, and that there was a skilful
and trusty hand at the helm.
The storm continued with unabated fury all the night long, but with the
rising of the sun the wind died away almost as suddenly as it had
arisen, the tarpaulin was thrown off, and the captain came into the
cabin looking like anything in the world except a man who had spent the
last twelve hours in fighting a gale. He looked as jolly and
good-natured as though he had just arisen from a refreshing sleep.
“Well, Uncle Dick, this is rather more than a sailing wind, isn’t it?”
asked Eugene.
“Rather,” was the laughing reply. “But the worst of it is over now. We
shall have a heavy sea for a few hours, but that will not prevent us
from fixing up a little. It was one of the hardest gales I ever
experienced; and if the Mangrove Islands had been under our lee when it
struck us—”
The old sailor shrugged his shoulders, and the boys knew what he meant
by it.
“You said something about fixing up a little,” said Frank. “Was anything
carried away?”
Uncle Dick nodded his head, and the Club went on deck in a body to take
a survey of the schooner. She did not look much like the Stranger of the
day before, and the boys wondered how she could have received so much
damage without their knowing anything about it. The flying jibboom was
gone, and so were both the topmasts. Some of the ratlines had parted and
were streaming out straight in the wind like signals of distress, the
port bulwarks were smashed in, the deck was littered with various odds
and ends, life-lines were stretched along the sides, and altogether the
handsome little craft looked very unlike herself. What must have been
the power of the elements to work all this ruin to a stanch craft which
had been built solely for strength and safety? It must have been
tremendous, and the boys were reminded that all danger from it had not
yet passed when they looked at the man who was lashed to the helm.
Presently they received another convincing proof of the fact. The
officer of the deck suddenly called out, “Hold fast, everybody!” and the
boys looked up just in time to see the schooner plunge her nose into a
huge billow which curled up over her bow, and breaking into a small
Niagara Falls, washed across the deck, sweeping it clean of everything
movable, and carrying with it one of the sailors, who missed the
life-line at which he grasped. Ready hands were stretched out to his
assistance, but the man saved himself by clutching at the life-rail and
holding fast to it.
The Club knew now how the bulwarks had been smashed in. The wave filled
the deck almost waist deep, and they were astounded at the force with
which it swept along. That portion of it which did not flow down into
the cabin passed out through the scuppers, leaving behind it a party of
youngsters with very wet skins and pale faces, who clung desperately to
the life-lines, and looked hastily about to see if any of their number
were missing. Their fears on this score being set at rest, they glanced
down into the cabin to see how Uncle Dick was getting on. The old sailor
was holding fast to the table and standing up to his knees in water, but
he had nothing to say. He was used to such things.
“Why don’t we lay to till the storm subsides?” said Eugene, slapping his
wet trowsers and holding up first one foot and then the other to let the
water run out of his boots.
“The gale is over now,” said the officer of the deck; “but we can’t
expect the sea to go down at once after such a stirring up as it had
last night.”
Although the waves did not go down immediately, they subsided gradually,
so that the men could be set to work to repair the damage done during
the storm. At the end of a week the Stranger looked as good as new, and
was ready for another and still more severe test of her strength, which
came all too soon, and promised for the time being to bring the Club’s
voyage to an abrupt ending.
CHAPTER III.
THE LAST OF LONG TOM.
For four weeks succeeding the gale the weather was delightful. Propelled
by favoring breezes the Stranger sped rapidly on her way, stopping now
and then at some point of interest long enough to allow the boys to
stretch their cramped limbs on shore, a privilege of which they were
always glad to avail themselves. Eugene found ample opportunity to try
his new Henry rifle on the various species of birds and animals with
which some of the islands abounded, and the others collected such a
supply of curiosities, in the shape of weapons and ornaments, which they
purchased from the natives, that the cabin of the Stranger soon began to
look like a little museum. The Club’s absent friends, Chase and Wilson,
were not forgotten. If one of their number found any curiosities of
special value, such as bows and arrows, spears, headdresses, or cooking
utensils, he always tried to procure more just like them to send to the
two boys in Bellville. Everything passed off smoothly for four weeks, as
we have said, and then the members of the Club, having made up their
minds that they had seen enough of the islands of the Pacific, began to
urge Uncle Dick to shape the schooner’s course toward Japan. On this
same day Frank noticed, with some uneasiness, that the captain seemed to
be very much interested in his barometer, so much so that he paid
frequent visits to it; and every time he looked at it he would come out
of his cabin and run his eye all around the horizon as if he were
searching for something. But he said nothing, and neither did Frank
until dinner was over, and Archie and George and the rest of the Club
had ascended to the deck. Then he thought it time to make some
inquiries, and the result was the conversation we have recorded at the
beginning of our first chapter.
“A cyclone!” thought Frank, with a sinking at his heart such as he had
frequently felt when threatened by some terrible danger. The very name
had something appalling in it. There they were, surrounded by
treacherous reefs which rendered navigation extremely difficult and
dangerous, even under the most favorable circumstances, and Uncle Dick
knew that there was a hurricane approaching, and still he allowed his
vessel to run along with all her sails spread. Frank had read of
shipmasters ordering in every stitch of canvas on the very first
indication of an approaching storm, and wondered why Uncle Dick did not
do the same.
The old sailor filled his pipe for his after-dinner smoke, and Frank
went on deck to see how things looked there. Then he found that some
precautions had already been taken to insure the safety of the schooner
and her company. The islands, which clustered so thickly on all sides of
them in the morning, were further away now, and were all lying astern.
In front and on both sides of them nothing was to be seen but the sky
and the blue water. Uncle Dick meant to have plenty of elbow-room.
The first thing that attracted Frank’s attention after he had noted the
position of the islands, was the unusual gloom and silence that seemed
to prevail everywhere. The men who were gathered about the capstan
conversed in almost inaudible tones, the two mates seemed to be wholly
absorbed in their own reflections and in watching the horizon; and even
the voices of the merry group on the quarter-deck were tuned to a lower
key. The wind whistled through the cordage as usual, the water bubbled
up under the bows, the masts and yards creaked and groaned, but all
these sounds were subdued—were uttered in a whisper, so to speak, as if
the schooner and the element through which she was passing were
depressed in the same degree and manner that Frank and the rest were.
Away off to the eastward he now discovered a large ship, standing along
with all her canvas spread that would catch the wind. Frank was glad to
see her. During the fearful convulsion that was to follow he thought it
would be a great comfort to know that he and his companions were not
alone on the deep—that there were human beings near who might be able to
extend a helping hand if they got into trouble. Somebody did get into
trouble, and help was needed and freely and promptly given; but it was
not to the Stranger or her crew.
“How far is it, Mr. Baldwin?” asked Frank.
“It is close at hand,” was the reply. “Half an hour will tell the
story.”
“Why didn’t we take in something then, and get ready for it?” inquired
Frank.
“Why, we want to run away from it, don’t we? How could we do it with
everything furled? You may safely trust the captain. There’s a heap of
knowledge under those gray hairs of his.”
“I know that,” returned Frank, quickly. “I only asked for information.”
“You see,” continued the officer, “hurricanes are not like ordinary
gales. The wind moves in a circle, and at the same time the body of the
storm has a motion in a straight line. The pressure of the atmosphere is
less the nearer you get to the outside of the storm, and greater as you
approach the centre; while if you should get into the very centre of it,
you wouldn’t feel any wind at all.”
“Has that been proved, or is it merely supposition?” asked Frank.
“It has been proved in a hundred cases, and once in my own experience.
It happened two years ago, and off the Mauritius. It began with a rather
stiff breeze, which in two hours increased to a gale, and in two more to
the worst hurricane I ever saw in my life. It blew squarely from the
northeast, and when it got so hard that it seemed as if wood and iron
couldn’t stand it an instant longer, there came a calm quicker than you
could say Jack Robinson, and there wasn’t a breath of air stirring. This
lasted fifteen minutes, and then without any warning the wind began
again with the most terrible screech I ever heard, and blew from the
southwest as hard as ever. Now, we don’t propose to get in there with
this little craft. As soon as we can tell which way it is coming from
we’ll run off in another direction and get out of its track. There’s the
first puff of it now,” said the officer, as a strong gust of wind filled
the sails, and the schooner began to careen under the pressure. “Keep
her steady, there.”
Mr. Baldwin started toward the cabin, but Uncle Dick was on the alert,
and came up the ladder in two jumps. He looked at the compass, made sure
of the direction of the wind, then issued some hasty orders, and in five
minutes more the Stranger was bounding away on another tack, and in a
direction lying almost at right angles with the one she had been
following. This was the time for Frank to see if his ideas were correct.
He looked at the compass and found that the wind was coming from the
northeast, coming pretty strong, too, which proved that they must be
some distance inside of the outer circle of the storm. It proved, too,
that the centre of the storm lay to the northwest of them, and as it was
moving toward the southeast, of course it was coming directly toward
them. The shortest way out of its path lay in a southwesterly direction,
and that was the way the schooner was heading, as he saw by another
glance at the compass. It took him some time to think these points all
out, but Uncle Dick, aided by the skill acquired by long experience, had
decided them without a moment’s delay.
“What was the old course, quartermaster?” asked Frank.
“Nor’west, one-half west, sir,” was the answer.
“We were holding as straight for it as we could go,” said Frank, drawing
a long breath. “In a little while we’d have been in the very midst of
it.”
“In the midst of what?” asked Walter, who with the rest of the Club had
watched Uncle Dick’s movements in surprise. “What is the trouble, and
why was the course of the vessel changed so suddenly?”
It required but a few minutes for Frank to make his explanations, and
then there were other interested ones aboard the schooner who watched
the progress of the storm with no little anxiety. They noticed with much
satisfaction that the strange ship to the eastward was keeping company
with them; that she also had changed her course, and was sailing in a
direction parallel to the one the Stranger was following. This proved
that her captain’s calculations had led to the same result as those of
Uncle Dick.
The wind steadily increased in force for almost four hours, being
accompanied at the last by the most terrific thunder and lightning, and
by such blinding sheets of rain that the boys and the trappers were
driven to the cabin and kept close prisoners there. This was all they
felt and all they knew of that cyclone until a long time afterward,
when, in another part of the world and under more agreeable
circumstances, Eugene received a paper from his friend Chase,
accompanied by a letter which contained this paragraph:
“I send you to-day a copy of the _Herald_, in which appears an account
of a terrible and most destructive storm that happened down there
somewhere. As the last letter you sent me was written while you were
approaching the Mangrove Islands, where Nelson performed the exploit
that made him master of the Tycoon, I felt a little uneasy, fearing that
you might have been caught out in it. Did you see the waves that flooded
the islands named in the article referred to, and did you feel the wind
that twisted off large trees as if they had been pipe-stems, and carried
the tops so far away that they were never seen afterwards?”
No, the Club saw and felt none of these, but they did see and feel the
effects of the protracted gale that set in at the close of that eventful
day, and never abated until the Stranger had been completely dismantled,
and her consort, the large ship that hove in sight just before the storm
commenced, driven high and dry upon the shores of one of those
inhospitable islands. This happened on the third day after the cyclone.
During the whole of this time the boys and the trappers were confined to
the cabin, and did not once sit down to a cooked meal, the storm being
so severe that it was impossible to build a fire in the galley. During
the night that followed the second day the fury of the gale seemed to
increase a hundred-fold, and the boys and their two friends passed the
long, gloomy hours in a state of anxiety and alarm that cannot be
described. On the morning of the third day the tarpaulin that covered
the cabin was suddenly thrown aside, and Uncle Dick came down. The
frightened boys held their breath while they looked at him, for
something told them that he had bad news for them.
“Go on deck, now,” said the old sailor, shouting the words through his
trumpet, for the gale roared so loudly that he could not have made
himself understood had he addressed them in any other way. “Hold fast
for your lives and stand by to do as I tell you. There is an island
under our lee and I can’t get away from it, because the schooner is
dismantled and almost unmanageable. We are driving ashore as fast as the
wind can send us. I want you boys and Dick and Bob to go to the pumps.
The men are tired out.”
The boys’ hearts seemed to stop beating. They followed Uncle Dick to the
deck, and grasping the life-lines he passed to them, gazed in awe at the
scene presented to their view. Never in their lives, not even when
rounding the Horn, had they seen such waves as they saw that morning.
They seemed to loom up to the sky, and how the Stranger escaped being
engulfed by some of them, drifting, as she did, almost at their mercy,
was a great mystery. Of the beautiful little schooner which had been so
recently refitted, there was nothing left but the hull. Both masts were
gone, the bowsprit was broken short off, and a little piece of sail,
scarcely larger than a good-sized pillowcase, which was rigged to a jury
mast, was all the canvas she had to keep her before the wind. Now and
then, as she was lifted on the crest of a billow, the boys could see the
island a few miles to leeward of them, and the long line of breakers
rolling over the rocks toward which the vessel was being driven with
tremendous force. It seemed as if nothing could be done to avert the
death toward which they were hastening, but even yet the crew had not
given up all hope. There was no confusion among them, and every man was
busy. Some were at the pumps, and others at work getting up the anchors
and laying the cables. A sailor never gives up so long as his vessel
remains afloat.
Toward the pumps the boys made their way with the assistance of the
life-lines, and taking the places of the weary seamen, went to work with
a will. Frank’s eyes were as busy as his arms, and whenever he could get
a glimpse of the island he closely examined the long line of breakers
before him, in the hope of discovering an opening in it through which
the Stranger could be taken to a place of safety. He could see no
opening, but he saw something else, and that was a crowd of men running
along the beach.
Before Frank had time to make any further observations, one of the mates
tapped him on the shoulder and made signs for him and his companions to
increase their exertions at the pumps, following up these signs by
others intended to convey the disagreeable information that the Stranger
was taking in water faster than they pumped it out. Frank understood
him, and so did the others; and if they had worked hard before, they
worked harder now. The schooner was sinking, and something must be done
to lighten her. Frank knew that this was the substance of the
communication which Mr. Baldwin shouted into the ears of his commander,
although he could not hear a word of it on account of the shrieking of
the gale, and when Uncle Dick pointed toward the thirty-pounder that
stood in the waist, Frank knew what he had determined on. The gun was to
be thrown overboard, and there was no time lost in doing it, either. The
mate removed the iron pin which held the gun-carriage to a ring in the
deck, and two sailors, with axes in their hands, crept to the waist by
the help of the life-lines. They stood there until the schooner made a
heavy lurch to starboard, and then in obedience to a sign from the mate,
severed the fastenings at a blow. The piece being no longer held in
position slid rapidly across the deck, through an opening the waves had
made in the bulwarks, and disappeared in the angry waters. That was the
last of Long Tom. Frank was sorry to see it go, and hoped that the
schooner was now sufficiently lightened. If she was not, the next things
to be sacrificed would be the twenty-four pounders, and in case they
were thrown overboard, what would they have to defend themselves with if
those natives he had seen on the beach should prove to be hostile? Small
arms, even though some of them did shoot sixteen times, could not
accomplish much against such a multitude.
The vessel being lightened and the water in the wells declared to be at
a standstill, Uncle Dick turned his attention to the island and to the
long line of breakers before him, which he closely examined through his
glass. He must have discovered something that gave him encouragement,
for he turned quickly and issued some hasty orders which the boys could
not hear. But they could see them obeyed. Another jury-mast was set up,
another little piece of canvas given to the wind, and the course of the
schooner was changed so that she ran diagonally across the waves,
instead of directly before them. She rolled fearfully after this. Wide
seams opened in her deck and the water arose so rapidly in the wells
that the boys grew more frightened than ever. How much longer they would
have succeeded in keeping the vessel afloat under circumstances like
these, it is hard to tell; but fortunately the most part of the danger
was passed a few minutes afterward. The Stranger dashed through an
opening in the breakers and ran into water that seemed as smooth as a
millpond compared with the rough sea they had just left. But the Club
never forgot the two minutes’ suspense they endured while they were
passing the rocks. It was awful! It seemed to them that Uncle Dick was
guiding the schooner to certain destruction, and so frightened were they
that they ceased their exertions at the pumps. The water arose before
them like a solid wall, but it was clear there, while on each side it
was broken into foam by the rocks over which it passed. The noise of the
waves combined with the noise of the gale was almost deafening, and all
on board held their breath when a sudden jar, accompanied by a grating
sound, which if once heard can never be forgotten, told them that the
schooner had struck! The blow, however, was a very light one, and did no
damage. The next moment a friendly wave lifted her over the obstruction
and carried her with railroad speed toward the beach. A hearty cheer
broke from the tired crew, and Uncle Dick pulled off his hat and drew
his hand across his forehead. Then the boys knew that the danger was
over.
“All ready with the anchor!” shouted Uncle Dick, and that was the first
order the boys had heard since coming on deck.
“All ready, sir,” was the reply.
The schooner ran on a quarter of a mile farther, the water growing more
and more quiet the nearer she approached the beach, and then the order
was given to let go. The anchor was quickly got overboard, and when she
began to feel its resisting power, the Stranger came about and rode
safely within short rifle-shot of the shore where the boys had expected
her to lay her bones, and perhaps their own. As soon as she was fairly
brought up with her head to the waves, a squad of men was sent to the
pumps, and the boys tottered back, and supporting themselves by the
first objects they could lay hold of, panted loudly. They were almost
exhausted.
“Mr. Baldwin,” said Uncle Dick, “have a fire started in the galley
without a minute’s delay, and see that the doctor serves up the best
he’s got in the lockers to these weary men. We’ll be the better for a
cup of hot coffee.”
Having given these orders, Uncle Dick came up and shook each of the boys
by the hand with as much cordiality as he would have exhibited if he had
not seen them for a twelvemonth.
“Now that it is all over, I can tell you that awhile ago I thought it
was the last of us,” said he. “Mr. Baldwin,” he added, as the mate came
up out of the galley, “have the magazine lighted. Frank, I think you had
better send our compliments to those fellows in the shape of a
two-second shell.”
Uncle Dick pointed over the stern, and Frank was surprised to see a
fleet of canoes loaded with natives approaching the schooner. His mind
had been so completely occupied with other things that he had not
thought of them since he saw Long Tom go overboard.
“Perhaps they are coming to help us,” said he.
“Well, we don’t want any of their help, and you had better tell them so
in language they will understand. Do it, too, before they come much
nearer.”
If Frank had been as cool as he usually was, and as cool as Uncle Dick
was in spite of the trying scenes through which he had just passed, he
would have seen the reason for this apparently hasty order. One glance
at the approaching canoes would have been enough. He would have noticed
that those of the natives who were handling the paddles bent to their
work with an eagerness which showed that they were animated by something
besides a desire to render assistance to the distressed vessel; that the
others brandished their weapons about their heads in the most
threatening manner; and, had the wind been blowing from them toward
himself, he would have heard yells such as he had never heard before,
not even when the Indians attacked the wagon-train to which he once
belonged. He went to the gun, which was quietly stripped and cast loose.
A cartridge with a shrapnel attached was driven home, and the nearest of
the approaching canoes was covered by the weapon.
“Shoot to hit,” said Uncle Dick. “If those Malays gain a footing on our
deck, our voyage will be ended sure enough.”
“All ready, sir,” said Frank.
“Let them have it, then,” commanded Uncle Dick.
The twenty-pounder roared, and the shrapnel, true to its aim, struck the
crowded canoe amidships, cutting it completely in two and sending all
her crew into the water. The destruction that followed an instant
afterwards must have been great. The missile exploded in the very midst
of the natives, of whom Uncle Dick said there were at least three
hundred, and created a wonderful panic among them. They had not looked
for such a reception from a vessel that was little better than a wreck.
The whole crowd turned and made for the shore, those in the uninjured
canoes being in such haste to seek a place of safety that they left
their companions who were struggling in the water to take care of
themselves as best they could. As the fleet separated a little, Uncle
Dick surveyed the scene with his glass, and announced that the shot had
been well-directed, four boatloads of natives having been emptied out
into the bay.
“Perhaps they will let us alone now,” said Frank.
“It will not be safe to relax our vigilance as long as we stay here,
simply because they have been once repulsed,” returned Uncle Dick. “I
know what those fellows are, for I have had some experience with them.
They have been thrashed repeatedly by our own and English vessels of
war, but they soon forget it and act as badly as ever. A man who falls
into their hands never escapes to tell how he was treated. Now, Frank,
load that gun and secure it; and Mr. Baldwin, have a sentry kept on that
quarter-deck night and day, with orders to watch that shore as closely
as ever—Eh? What’s the matter?”
The officer in reply pointed seaward. Uncle Dick and the boys looked,
and were horrified to see a large ship in the offing, drifting
helplessly before the gale.
CHAPTER IV.
A CHANGE OF PROGRAMME.
“That’s the same ship we saw at the beginning of the cyclone,” said
Frank. “I know her by her white hull and the black stripe above her
water-line.”
“Heaven help her,” said Uncle Dick, “for we can’t.”
The rest of the schooner’s company could say nothing. They could only
stand and watch the hapless vessel, which the angry waves tossed about
as if she had been a boy’s plaything. Like the Stranger, she was
completely dismantled. The stump of her mizzenmast was standing, and
there was something in her bow that looked like a jury-mast, with a
little piece of canvas fluttering from it. This was probably the
remnants of the storm-sail that had been hoisted to give the vessel
steerageway, but it had been blown into shreds by the gale, and now the
great ship was helpless. As she drifted along before the waves she would
now and then disappear so suddenly when one broke over her, and remain
out of sight so long, that the anxious spectators thought they had seen
the last of her. But she always came up again, and nearer the
threatening reefs than before. Her destruction was only a question of
time, and a very few minutes’ time too, for she was too close to the
rocks now to reach the opening through which the schooner had passed,
even had her captain been aware of its existence, and able to get any
canvas on his vessel. The boys looked on with blanched cheeks and
beating hearts, and some of them turned away and went into the cabin
that they might not see the terrible sight.
In striking contrast to these exhibitions of sympathy from the
schooner’s company was the delight the natives on shore manifested when
they discovered the doomed ship. They gathered in a body on the beach
opposite the point on the reefs where the vessel seemed destined to
strike, and danced, and shouted, and flourished their weapons, just as
they had done when the Stranger first hove in sight. The ship and her
cargo, which the waves would bring ashore as fast as the hull was broken
up, would prove a rich booty to them. Perhaps, too, a few prisoners
might fall into their hands, and on these the relatives and friends of
those who had been killed by Frank’s shot could take ample vengeance.
“Mr. Baldwin,” said Uncle Dick, suddenly, “have the boats put into the
water. I don’t know that it will be of any use,” he added, turning to
Frank, “for it doesn’t look to me, from here, as though a human being
could pass through those breakers alive. But a sailor will stand a world
of pounding, and if one gets through with a breath in him, we must be on
hand to keep him from falling into the power of those wretches on
shore.”
“Are you going to send the boats out there, Uncle Dick?” exclaimed
Eugene. “You mustn’t go. The natives would fill you full of arrows and
spears.”
“Don’t be uneasy,” said the old sailor. “The mates will go, and Frank
will see that the savages are kept out of range of the boats.”
“Will you open fire on them? So you can. I didn’t think of that.”
The schooner’s boats, which were stowed on deck, and which had
fortunately been but slightly damaged by the gale, were quickly put into
the water. Then Uncle Dick, having mustered the crew, told them what he
wanted to do, and called for volunteers, and there was not a man who was
too weary to lend a hand to the distressed strangers. Every one of them
stepped forward. The best oarsmen were selected and ordered over the
side, the mates took command, and the boats pulled away behind the reefs
to place themselves in a position to assist any one who might survive
the wreck. Their departure was announced by another shrapnel from the
twenty-four pounder on the quarter-deck, which the natives on shore
regarded as Uncle Dick intended they should regard it—as a hint that
their presence on the beach was most undesirable. They took to their
heels in hot haste the instant they saw the smoke arise from the
schooner’s deck, but some of them were not quick enough in their
movements to escape the danger. The shrapnel ploughed through the sand
at their feet, and, exploding, scattered death on every side. Frank was
amazed at the effect.
“Never mind,” said Uncle Dick, who thought by the expression he saw on
the face of his young friend that he did not much like the work, “they
would serve us worse than that if they had the power. They are fifty or
a hundred to our one, and as we must remain here for a month at least,
our safety can only be secured by teaching them a lesson now that they
will not forget as long as the Stranger is in sight. Keep it up.”
And Frank did keep it up. He threw his shells at regular
intervals—firing slowly so as not to heat the gun—and dropped them first
in one part of the woods, and then in another, to show the natives that
there was no place of safety anywhere within range of his little
Dahlgren. Having found a safe passage for the boats along the beach, he
turned to look at the ship once more. She was close upon the reefs. Even
as he looked she was lifted on the crest of a tremendous billow and
carried toward them with lightning speed. Frank turned away his head,
for he could not endure the sight, and even Uncle Dick’s weather-beaten
face wore an expression of alarm that no one had seen there when his own
vessel was battling with the gale a short half hour before. The shock of
the collision must have been fearful, and Frank, who had thus far clung
to the hope that some of the crew might be saved, lost all heart now.
The sea made quick work with what was left of the ship. She began to go
to pieces at once, and portions of the hull, as fast as they were broken
off by the waves and the friction of the rocks, were hurled through the
breakers toward the beach.
“It is just dreadful, isn’t it?” said George, who had kept close at
Frank’s side. “I remember that the first time I saw a ship in New
Orleans, I looked at her beams and braces, and wondered how it was
possible for so strong a craft to be wrecked. This one is no more than a
chip in a millpond.”
“An element that sometimes exerts a force of six thousand pounds to the
square foot, and which has been known to move great rocks weighing forty
tons and over, is a terrible enemy to do battle with,” replied Frank.
“I am afraid the poor fellows are all gone, and that our boats will be
of no use out there,” said Uncle Dick, “I can’t see anybody.”
“I can,” exclaimed Archie, who had kept his glass directed toward the
ship. “Don’t you see his head bobbing up and down with that mast, or
spar, or whatever it is? He is the only one I have seen thus far.”
“One life is well worth saving,” returned Uncle Dick. “The boats have
discovered him, have they not? I see one of them pulling toward the
breakers.”
“Yes, sir; and now they’ve got him, or what the breakers have left of
him,” replied Archie, joyously. “They’re hauling him in.”
All the crew could see that now without the aid of glasses, and when the
half-drowned man was safe in the boat, their satisfaction found vent in
loud and long-continued cheers. After that more cheers were given, for,
as the hull went to pieces, the boys saw several heads bobbing about in
the angry waters; and although some of them did not pass the breakers,
others did, and those who reached the smooth water on the other side
were promptly rescued by the boats. Archie called out the number of the
saved as fast as he saw them taken from the water, and when he said,
“That makes eleven,” Uncle Dick’s surprise and delight were almost
unbounded.
“I don’t see how in the world they ever got through those breakers,”
said he, “but I’m glad all the same that they did. There’s no loss
without some gain. If we hadn’t been blown in here not one of those
eleven men, that we may be the means of restoring to home and friends
once more, would have been left to tell how his ship was destroyed.
We’re in a scrape that it will take us a good month to work out of, but
we have lost none of our little company, and are still able to be of
service to those who are worse off than ourselves. Do you see any more,
Archie?”
“No, sir. There are a good many pieces of the wreck going through, but I
see no more men. They are transferring all the rescued to one boat now.”
“That’s right. They’re going to bring them aboard. Doctor, keep up a
roaring fire in the galley, and you, men, go below and put on some dry
clothes, and lay out a suit apiece for these poor fellows who have none
of their own to put on.”
The second mate’s boat remained on the ground to pick up any other
unfortunates who might survive the passage of the breakers, while Mr.
Baldwin turned back to take those already rescued on board the schooner.
The boys awaited his approach with no little impatience. They wanted to
be the first to assist the strangers over the side; but when the boat
came up they drew back almost horrified. The rescued men lay motionless
on the bottom of the cutter, and there was only one among them who had
life enough left in him to hold up his head. Utterly exhausted with
their long conflict with the gale, and bruised and battered by the
rocks, they were hoisted aboard more dead than alive, and tenderly
carried into the forecastle and laid upon the bunks. Uncle Dick was kept
busy after that bandaging wounds and administering restoratives from the
schooner’s medicine-chest, and the boys, who wanted to help but did not
know what to do, stood on deck at the head of the ladder watching him.
“I wish we were all doctors,” said Archie, at length. “I don’t like to
stand here with my hands in my pockets, and if I were to go down there I
might be in the way.”
“No doubt you would,” said his cousin. “But still there is something we
can do. We can relieve the crew and give them a chance to sleep. I’ll
speak to Mr. Baldwin.”
So saying, Frank hurried off and held a short consultation with the
first officer. When he came forward again he announced with a great show
of dignity that he was the officer of the deck now, and expected to be
obeyed accordingly. With an assumption of authority that made all the
boys laugh, he ordered Archie to relieve the sentry on the quarter-deck,
placed Bob and Perk to act as anchor watch, and after telling the others
that they might lie down and take a nap if they chose, he placed his
hands behind his back and began planking the weather side of the
quarter-deck.
Mr. Baldwin was much pleased with this arrangement, for it gave him and
the rest of the crew an opportunity to obtain the rest and sleep of
which they stood so much in need. Uncle Dick was satisfied with it, too.
The latter came out of the forecastle about midnight, and when he called
for the officer of the deck was promptly answered by Frank, who in a few
words explained the situation to him. “Have we done right?” he asked.
“Perfectly,” replied Uncle Dick. “It was kind and thoughtful in you, and
I thank you for it. Our poor fellows are almost worn out, and it is a
pity they can’t have beds to sleep in,” he added, glancing at the
stalwart sailors who were stretched out on the deck, slumbering heavily.
“If you and the rest of the boys can stand it until morning they will be
refreshed, and a good breakfast will put them in a fit condition for
work.”
“Oh, we can stand it,” said Frank, “and will do the best we can.”
“I have no fears. I know you will do just what ought to be done. All you
have to do is to see that the anchor holds, and keep your weather eye
directed toward the island. The night is pretty dark, and you must look
out for a surprise, for these natives are bold and cunning. If you see
or hear anything suspicious, bang away without stopping to call me.”
“I will,” said Frank. “How are our friends below?”
“Pretty well pounded, some of them, but I think they will be about soon.
They must have had a hard time by all accounts, but the trouble is they
don’t all tell the same story, and there is no officer among them of
whom I can make inquiries. They are all foremast hands. One says their
ship, the Sea Gull, was just from Melbourne, and another says she was
from Hobart Town, Tasmania.”
“Tasmania!” repeated Frank. “That used to be called Van Diemen’s Land.”
“Yes; and if four of our new friends ought not to be back there at this
minute, I am very much mistaken.”
“Are they convicts?” asked Frank, drawing a long breath.
“I don’t know. Wait till you see them, and then tell me what you think
about it. This trouble is going to interfere with our arrangements a
trifle. This being our second break-up, we have but few spars and little
spare canvas left, so we can only refit here temporarily—in other words,
put up such rigging as will last until we can reach some port where we
can go into the docks and have a regular overhauling. If we are going to
Natal we must cross the Indian Ocean, and I don’t want to venture near
the Mauritius with a leaky vessel. It blows too hard there sometimes. We
have been driven a long way out of our course, and if my calculations
are correct, our nearest port is Hobart Town. We’ll go there, and while
the vessel is being refitted we’ll take a run back into the country and
see how the sheep and cattle herders live. We shall be obliged to stay
there a month or two, and perhaps by the time we are ready to sail again
you boys will decide that you don’t want to go to Japan. If you do, it
will suit me. By the way, I wish you would step into the forecastle
every half hour or so and see if those men want anything. Good-night.”
Uncle Dick went down into his cabin, and Frank walked off where Archie
stood leaning on his musket and watching the island, whose dim outlines
could just be seen through the darkness. “Do you hear or see anything?”
he asked.
“Nothing at all,” answered Archie. “It is dull business, this standing
guard when there’s nothing going on.”
“Well, I’ll relieve you.”
“Oh, no; you stay here and talk to me, and I will hold the musket. What
was it Uncle Dick said about going back to Japan?”
Frank repeated the conversation he had had with the captain, adding:
“You know his heart is set on going to Natal, and I believe that was one
reason why he undertook this voyage. He has often told me that he would
go a long distance just to see a wild elephant once more. If we waste
much more time on our journey we can’t stay a great while in Africa.
Uncle Dick’s wishes ought to be respected.”
“Of course they must be,” said Archie, quickly. “Well, I’d as soon go to
Australia as to Japan. Perhaps we’ll have a chance to knock over a
kangaroo, and that’s an animal I’ve never seen yet.”
“I am not sure that they are to be found in Van Diemen’s Land,” said
Frank.
“Van Diemen’s Land!” echoed Archie. “That’s a convict settlement.”
Frank nodded his head.
“Well, I am just as near the fine fellows who live there as I want to
be,” said his cousin.
“Perhaps you are nearer to some of them at this minute than you imagine.
What would you say if you should see four of them come on deck to-morrow
morning?”
Archie raised his musket to his shoulder, and looked at his cousin. “Did
Uncle Dick say that there are four of them among these strangers?”
“No, he didn’t say so, but I know he thinks so.”
“Whew!” whistled Archie; “here’s fun. I wonder if they wouldn’t be kind
enough to get up some excitement for us if we should ask them?”
“Haven’t you had enough during the last few days? I have.”
“There’s too much of a sameness about these gales and cyclones. We want
a change—something new.”
Archie afterward had occasion to recall this remark. Before many weeks
had passed over his head he found that the men of whom he was speaking
were quite willing to give him all the excitement he wanted, and that,
too, without waiting to be asked to do so.
“But, after all, what can they do?” asked Archie, after thinking a
moment. “They are only four in number, and Dick Lewis and Rodgers can
take care of them.”
With this reflection to comfort him, Archie once more turned his
attention to the island, and Frank went forward to see how the anchor
watch were getting on, and to tell them and the rest of the unwelcome
discovery Uncle Dick had made. Of course the boys were all interested
and excited, and wished that morning would come so that they might see
what sort of looking fellows the convicts were. Frank also told them of
the change Uncle Dick proposed to make in their route ahead, and they
were all satisfied with it.
Nothing happened that night that is worthy of record. The wearied
sailors slumbered in safety, while Frank and his companions looked out
for the vessel, and walked the deck, and told stories to keep themselves
awake. The Stranger dragged twice before morning, but each time a little
more chain was let out, and finally enough weight was added to her
anchor to make her ride securely. Frank visited the forecastle every
half hour to hand a glass of water to one of the rescued men, or moisten
the bandages of another, and during these visits he picked out four of
the patients whom he thought to be the escaped convicts. One of them was
the nearest approach to a giant he had ever seen. Even Dick Lewis would
have looked small beside him. He reminded Frank of Boson, the third mate
of the Tycoon, only he was a great deal larger and stronger. The man was
sleeping soundly, and Frank leaned against his bunk and took a good look
at him.
“If these four fellows should attempt any mischief, I don’t know whether
Dick and Rodgers could take care of them or not,” thought he. “I’m
afraid they’d have their hands full with this one man.”
Frank went on deck feeling as he had never felt before. He was not sorry
that the man had been saved from the breakers, but somehow he could not
help wishing that he had been picked up by some vessel besides the
Stranger. If there was any faith to be put in appearances, the man was
but little better than a brute, and Frank told himself that the sooner
they reached some port and put him ashore, the sooner he would feel at
his ease again.
Uncle Dick came on deck at 5 o’clock, and the boys all went below to
take a short nap; but their short nap turned out to be a long one, for
having had no sleep worth mentioning for four nights in succession, they
were lost in a dreamless slumber almost as soon as they touched their
bunks, and it was twelve o’clock before they awoke. Then they were
aroused by the roar of the twenty-four pounder over their heads. They
started up in great alarm, and pulling on their clothes with all
possible haste, rushed to the deck expecting to find the natives
approaching to attack the vessel, and perhaps clambering over the side.
But they were most agreeably disappointed. About half of the crew of the
Stranger, aided by some of the rescued men, were busy setting things to
rights, and a short distance from the schooner was the cutter, which was
pulling toward the beach.
“Did I frighten you?” asked Uncle Dick, as the boys crowded up the
ladder. “Your faces say I did. That boat out there is going ashore after
some timber for spars, and that shrapnel was a notice to the natives to
keep out of the way.”
“Oh!” said the boys, who were all greatly relieved.
They took another look at the boat, ran their eyes along the beach to
make sure that there were no natives in sight, and then turned their
attention to the rescued men, who were working with the crew. There were
five of them—Uncle Dick said the others were not yet able to leave their
bunks—and conspicuous among them was the giant whom Frank had picked out
as one of the escaped convicts. All the boys opened their eyes as they
looked at him. Even Frank was astonished. Now that he could see the
whole of him he looked larger than he did while he was lying in his
bunk. “What do you think of him, Mr. Baldwin?” asked Eugene, after
trying in vain to induce his uncle to express an opinion.
“I think there is only one place in the world that he’s fit for,” was
the reply.
“What place is that?”
“The place he came from.”
Some other conversation followed, and when the boys went below they told
one another that Mr. Baldwin fully expected that Waters—that was the
name the giant had given—would occasion trouble sooner or later. “And if
he once gets started it will take all the men in the vessel to subdue
him,” said Eugene, somewhat anxiously.
“Will it?” exclaimed Archie. “I can show you one who will manage him
alone.”
“Who is he?”
“Dick Lewis.”
“Now let me tell you what’s a fact,” said Perk. “Dick can’t stand up
against an avalanche.”
“You’ll see,” said Archie, who had unbounded confidence in his backwoods
friend. “You’ll see.”
And sure enough they did.
CHAPTER V.
THE TWO CHAMPIONS.
For a week nothing occurred to relieve the dull monotony of their life.
The crew worked early and late, and under the skilful hands of the
carpenter and his assistants the masts, spars, and booms that were to
take the place of those that had been lost during the gale, began to
assume shape, and were finally ready for setting up. The timber of which
the most of them were made was brought from the shore, and Frank kept
such close watch over the boats, and the crews and workmen who went off
in them, that the natives never molested them. If the Malays had kept
out of sight on the first day of their arrival, the boys might have
believed the island to be uninhabited, for they saw no signs of life
there now.
On board the schooner everything was done decently and in order, as it
always was. The rescued men were all on their feet now, and able to do
duty. All but four of them—those suspected of being escaped
convicts—were able seamen, and these lent willing and effective aid in
the work of refitting the vessel. They were all Englishmen, but for some
reason or other they were not as arrogant and overbearing as the
majority of their countrymen seem to be, and the best of feeling
prevailed between them and the Stranger’s crew.
For a few days Waters conducted himself with the utmost propriety. He
seemed to be awed by his recent narrow escape from death, and so
entirely wrapped up in his meditations that he could hardly be induced
to speak to anybody. But the impressions he had received gradually wore
off as his bruises and scratches began to heal and his strength to come
back to him, and he assumed an impudent swagger as he went about his
work, that made the second mate look at him pretty sharply. He recovered
the use of his tongue too, and began to talk in a way that did not suit
the old boatswain’s mate, who one day sternly commanded him to work more
and jaw less. This reprimand kept Waters in shape for a day or two, and
then he appeared to gain confidence again, and got himself into a
difficulty that was rather more serious. Swaggering aft one morning
after breakfast with a borrowed pipe in his mouth, he suddenly found
himself confronted by the officer of the deck, who stepped before him.
“You have no business back here,” said Mr. Parker. “Go for’ard where you
belong.”
Waters took his pipe out of his mouth, and drawing himself up to his
full height, scowled down at the officer, “Look ’ere,” said he, with his
English twang; “hif you knowed me, you’d know hit’s jist a trifle
dangerous for heny man of your hinches to stand afore me.”
“I am second mate of this vessel,” answered Mr. Parker, hotly, “and any
more such language as that will get you in the brig. Go for’ard where
you belong.”
Like a surly hound that had been beaten by his master, Waters turned
about and went back to the forecastle. He was sullen all that day, and
“soldiered”—that is, shirked his work—so persistently that the old
boatswain’s mate was almost beside himself.
“I don’t like the cut of that fellow’s jib, cap’n,” said Barton, as he
ranged up alongside of Frank that night after the boats had been hoisted
at the davits, and the boarding nettings triced up. “He’s spoiling for a
row. He says if Lucas calls him a lubber again he’s going to knock him
down. He’s no good. Do you know what he was going aft for this morning?
Well, I do. He was going to take a look at the old man’s strong box. You
know it stands in the cabin right where you can see it through the
skylights.”
“Why did he want to take a look at the strong box?” asked Frank. “Has he
any designs upon it?”
“If he hasn’t, what makes him ask so many questions, sir?” asked the
coxswain, in reply. “He’s pumped the crew, easy like, till he’s found
out everything. He wanted to know how much we got a month, and when one
of the men told him that we could each have a handful of bright new
yellow-boys to spend in our next port if we wanted it, but that the old
man had advised us, friendly like, to leave all our earnings in his
hands and he would pay us interest on it at the end of the cruise, same
as the bank—when he found this out he wanted to know where the old man
kept his money and how much he had. Now what did he want to know that
for, sir?”
“What, indeed!” thought Frank, as Barton hurried away in obedience to
some orders. “He will bear watching, I think. I wish he was safe
ashore.”
Frank lost no time in making Uncle Dick acquainted with what he had
heard. The old sailor looked grave while he listened, and although he
said nothing in Frank’s hearing, he told Mr. Baldwin privately to keep
Waters so busily employed that he would have no time to think of
mischief, and at the very first sign of insubordination to promptly put
him where he would be powerless to work harm to the vessel or any of her
crew. Waters made the sign the very next morning. At five o’clock he was
ordered to assist in pumping out the schooner, and he obeyed with
altogether too much deliberation to suit Lucas, who was accustomed to
see men hurry when they were spoken to. This was the way Waters always
obeyed an order. He seemed to think he could do as he pleased, and no
one would dare take him to task for it. But when the old boatswain’s
mate was on duty he was on duty all over, and any of his men who
neglected their work were sure to be called to account. He had been very
patient with Waters because he was a landsman, but he could not stand
“soldiering.”
“I wish this was a man-o’-war now, and that flogging had not been
abolished,” said Lucas, as Waters came slowly up to the pump, staring
impudently at the mate as if to ask him what he was going to do about
it. “It would do me good to start you with a cat-o’-nine tails.”
“Do you think the likes o’ you could use a cat on me now?” sneered
Waters.
“I’ve used it on many a better man,” was the quick reply. “Make haste,
you lubber. I’ll stand this no longer. I’ll report”—
What it was that the old mate was going to report he did not have time
to tell, for Waters suddenly drew one of his huge fists back to his
shoulder, and when he straightened it out again Lucas went spinning
across the deck, rolling over and over, and finally bringing up against
the bulwarks. Every one who saw it—and every one who belonged to the
schooner was on deck, except her captain—was amazed at the ease with
which it was done.
Of course the excitement ran high at once. During the two years and more
that had passed since the schooner left Bellville, a blow had never been
struck on her deck, and never had an oath been heard there until these
rescued men were brought aboard. The whole crew arose as one man, not to
punish the offender for striking the petty officer, but to secure him
before he could do any more mischief. But Waters was fairly aroused, and
acted more like a mad brute than a human being. He backed up against the
bulwarks, and in less time than it takes to tell it, prostrated the
entire front rank of his assailants, including Barton, Rodgers, the
Doctor, as the <DW64> cook was called, and the old gray-headed sailor who
had so badly frightened Dick Lewis by telling him that one of the
Sandwich Islands was the equator, and that when they passed it they
would be on the under side of the earth.
Having cleared a space in front of him, Waters sprang to the windlass,
and seizing a handspike, was back against the bulwarks again before any
one could prevent him. “Stand by me, mates,” he roared, “and we’ll take
the ship. Back me hup, and we’ll drive these Yankees hover among the
sharks.”
“I declare!” gasped Eugene, who was the first of the frightened boys who
could find his tongue, “he’s started at last, and he’ll walk across the
deck with that handspike as though there was no one here. The best men
in the crew are like so many straws in his way.”
All these incidents which we have been so long in describing, occupied
but a very few seconds in taking place. Before the astonished officer of
the deck could recover himself sufficiently to command the peace, Waters
had complete possession of the forecastle. And even when the officer did
recover himself the orders he issued might as well have been addressed
to the mast, for Waters paid no attention to them.
“Drop that handspike,” shouted Mr. Baldwin, starting forward.
“Yes, I’ll drop it no doubt,” replied Waters. “You remember what you
said to me yesterday, don’t you, you fellow with the gold band around
your cap? Look hout for yourself, for I’m coming for you now.”
Waters was as good as his word. Swinging his handspike viciously about
his head to clear a path before him, he started aft; but before he had
made many steps he ran against something, just as Archie had predicted.
Dick Lewis and old Bob Kelly had stood silent and amazed spectators of
the scene, and Archie, who had expected so much of his backwoods friend
in case of disturbance, forgot that he was present. But now the trapper
called attention to himself by giving one or two fierce Indian yells,
like those that had so often rung in his ears while he was battling with
or fleeing from his sworn enemies.
“Whoop! Whoop!” yelled Dick.
The boys looked towards him and saw that he had prepared himself for
action by discarding his hat and pushing back his sleeves. Then he
crouched like a panther about to make a spring, and in a second more was
flying across the deck like an arrow from a bow. Waters saw him coming,
and halting, drew back his handspike in readiness to receive him. As the
trapper approached within striking distance, the weapon descended with
such speed and power that the boys all uttered an exclamation of horror,
and Frank involuntarily started forward as if to shield his friend from
the blow that seemed about to annihilate him. But Dick was in no need of
help. Long experience had taught him how to take care of himself in any
emergency. A flash of lightning is scarcely quicker than was the
movement he made to avoid the descending weapon. It passed harmlessly
through the air over his head, and the force with which it was driven
sent Waters sideways into the arms of the trapper, while the handspike
flew from his grasp and went over the side.
“Stand by me, mates!” roared the giant, as he felt the trapper’s strong
arms closing about him with crushing power.
This was all he had time to say—he was not allowed an instant in which
to do anything—for before the words had fairly left his lips he was
thrown to the deck with stunning force, and held as firmly as if he had
been in a vice. Just then Uncle Dick appeared on the scene.
“Master-at-arms!” he exclaimed.
“Here, sir,” replied the petty officer, stepping forward. He knew that
his services would be required and he was all ready to act. He had a
pair of irons in his hand—something the boys did not suppose could be
found in the schooner’s outfit.
“Put them on,” said Uncle Dick. “Now, Lewis,” he added, after the
ruffian’s hands and ankles had been securely confined, “let him up.”
“Can’t I give him just one leetle whack for every man he’s knocked down,
cap’n?” asked the trapper, flourishing one of his clenched hands in the
air.
“Let him up,” repeated Uncle Dick.
The backwoodsman obeyed the order very reluctantly. He arose to his
feet, pulling his antagonist up with him.
“Waters, is this the way you repay us for saving your worthless life?”
demanded Uncle Dick, sternly. “Some of the men you struck were the very
ones who kept you from falling into the hands of the savages on shore.”
“I’ll pay you for it hall afore I am done with you,” gasped the
prisoner, panting from the violence of his exertions. “Hand you, my
friend in buckskin, I’ll see you some other day when this thing—”
[Illustration: WATERS FINDS HIS MASTER.]
“Silence!” commanded Uncle Dick.
“There’s honly one way to stop my talking and that is to stop my
breath,” declared Waters, boldly.
“You will go without food for twenty-four hours for every word you
utter,” replied Uncle Dick. “Master-at-arms, take him down and put him
in the brig. Mr. Baldwin,” he continued, in a lower tone, “have a sentry
put over him with orders to allow him to hold communication with no
one.”
The fear of being starved into submission effectually closed the
prisoner’s mouth, and without another word he allowed the master-at-arms
to lead him below. The boys breathed easier when they saw his head
disappear below the combings of the hatchway.
“How did this trouble begin, Mr. Baldwin?” demanded Uncle Dick.
The officer told him in a few words and the captain said, with a smile,
“That is a good deal of work to be done in so short a space of time. I
came on deck as soon as I could get up from the table. When we reach
Hobart Town I’ll teach this fellow that he can’t strike my men with
impunity. You say he called for help from his friends. Did they seem
inclined to give it?”
“Yes, sir, one of them did. He picked up a handspike, but lacked the
courage to use it. The other two stood still and looked on.”
“Send them to the mast, Mr. Baldwin. They all belong to the same class,
and it may be well to have a fair understanding with them.”
Mr. Baldwin passed the order to the old boatswain’s mate, who was going
about his work with an eye bunged up, and presently Waters’s three
friends came to the mast and respectfully removed their caps. There was
no swagger or bluster about them. The defeat of their champion had cowed
them completely. Uncle Dick first explained why he had brought them
there, and then for five minutes talked to them in a way the boys had
never heard him talk before. Even Walter and Eugene were surprised to
know that their jolly uncle could be so stern and severe. He used words
that the men before him could readily understand. He bluntly told them
that they were escaped convicts (the start they gave when they heard
this showed that he had hit the nail fairly on the head), and that he
was just the man to deal with such characters as they were. He would rid
his vessel of their unwelcome presence as soon as he could, and give her
a good scrubbing from stem to stern after they went. He did not want
them there, but while they stayed they must walk a chalk-mark; and if he
heard so much as a mutinous eye-wink from any of them, he would show
them that the discipline that was maintained on board the Stranger could
be made as severe as that to which they had been subjected by their
prison taskmasters. That was all, and they might go forward and bear
everything he had said to them constantly in mind.
The suspected men, glad to be let off so easily, returned to their work,
and we may anticipate events a little by saying that they took the old
sailor at his word, and never made the schooner’s company the least
trouble—that is, they made them no trouble before they reached Hobart
Town, whither the Stranger went to refit. What they did afterward is
another matter; we have not come to that yet. We may also say that the
trapper won a high place in the estimation of all the foremast hands by
the exploit he performed that morning. He had peace after that. None of
the sailors ever told him any more stories about the Flying Dutchman,
the squids, and the whale that swallowed Jonah. It was not because they
were afraid of him—no one who behaved himself could look into the
trapper’s wild gray eye and feel the least fear of him—but because they
wanted to reward him for what he had done. When the crew assembled
around the mess-chest at meals Dick was always the first one waited upon
by the mess-cook, and if any of the blue jackets found a tit-bit in the
pan, it was always transferred to Dick’s plate. Old Bob also came in for
a large share of their attention, and it was not long before these
little acts of kindness so worked upon the feelings of the two trappers,
that they declared that if the schooner wouldn’t pitch about so with the
waves, and they could have a chance to use their rifles now and then,
they would as soon be there among the sailors as in the mountains.
Of course the exciting scene of which they had been the unwilling
witnesses produced a commotion among the boys, who for a long time could
talk about nothing else. If they ever forgot it, one glance at the
battered face which the old boatswain’s mate carried about with him
would instantly recall it, and set their tongues in motion again. The
ease with which the supple trapper had vanquished his huge antagonist,
was the occasion of unbounded astonishment to all of them except Frank
and Archie. The latter always wound up the conversation by saying:
“Didn’t I tell you that Waters would run against a stump if he attempted
any foolishness? You have heard the expression ’as quick as lightning,’
and now you know what it means. Hold on till we get ashore,” he added,
one day, “and I’ll show you some more of it.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Fred.
“I’ll borrow or hire a horse somewhere, and run a race with Dick.”
“Ha!” exclaimed Eugene, “I know from what you have said that the trapper
must be very fleet, but he can’t beat a good horse if _I_ ride him.”
“He can run a hundred yards, and turn and run back to the
starting-point, and beat the swiftest horse that ever moved,” replied
Archie, emphatically, “and you may ride the horse.”
The boys looked toward Frank, who confirmed Archie’s statement by saying
that he had seen him win a race of that description, but still they were
not satisfied. It was a novel idea to them, this matching a man’s
lightness of foot against the speed of a horse, and they longed for an
opportunity to see the swift trapper put to the test.
Meanwhile the work of refitting the vessel went steadily on. Having a
large force at his command, the work was accomplished in much less time
than the captain expected it could be done. The question whether their
proposed visit to Japan and India should be given up was discussed, and
decided in the affirmative. Uncle Dick gave the boys their choice of two
courses of action: they could carry out their original plan, spend a few
weeks in Asia, and after they had seen all they wanted to see they would
start directly for home by the way of the Cape of Good Hope, stopping
during the voyage only when it was necessary to take in fresh supplies
of food and water; or they would go to Natal, purchase there a trader’s
outfit, and spend a few months travelling about in the interior of
Africa, skirmishing with the strange animals they would find there. In
either case they must first go to the nearest port, and have the
schooner completely overhauled and refitted. She had been badly strained
by the gale, and her captain did not consider her safe. The boys decided
on the latter course simply because they knew Uncle Dick wished it.
This was the first time during the voyage that anything had been said
about going “home,” and the simple sound of the word was enough to set
them to thinking. Up to this time they had been going away from their
native land; but now every mile which the schooner passed over brought
them nearer to the loved ones they had left behind.
CHAPTER VI.
THE CONSUL’S “CLARK.”
Finally, to the Club’s great relief, the work was all done. The masts
had been stepped, the sails bent on, the last ratline knotted, and Uncle
Dick only waited for a high tide to carry the schooner over the coral
reef that marked the entrance to the bay. When the proper moment arrived
the crew gladly responded to the order of the old boatswain’s mate, “All
hands stand by to get ship under way!” and to the enlivening strains of
“The girl I left behind me,” which Eugene played on his flute, walked
the little vessel up to her anchor. Then the sails were trimmed to catch
the breeze, the star-spangled banner was run up to the peak, and the
lonely island echoed to the unwonted sound of a national salute. The
first two guns were shotted and were pointed toward the island, as a
parting token of the estimation in which its inhabitants were held by
the schooner’s company, and the other eleven were fired with blank
cartridges.
The boys could not help shuddering as they passed over the reef. Its
course could be traced for a mile or more on each side of them. The
opening through which they sailed was the only clear space they could
see in the whole length of it, and that was barely wide enough to admit
of the passage of their little vessel. The Sea Gull could never have got
through it; and how they had ever passed it in their waterlogged craft,
driven by a furious gale, was something they could not explain. The
waves foamed and roared around them, and being thrown back by the rocks,
followed in the wake of the schooner as if enraged at being cheated of
their prey. The boys trembled while they looked, and all breathed easier
when the man in the fore-chains who was heaving the lead, called out “No
bottom!” The reef was passed in safety and they were fairly afoot once
more; but their vessel was crippled and leaky, and there was not one
among the five hundred people who saw her sail so gaily out of the
harbor of Bellville who would have recognized her now. She had no
topmasts, yards, or flying jibboom, and could only spread four sails
where she had once spread nine, and, when the wind was light, ten, not
counting the studding-sails. All Uncle Dick asked of her was to take
them in safety to Hobart Town, where she could be put in trim for her
long voyage across the Indian Ocean.
The Club were three weeks in reaching their destination, and during that
time everything passed off smoothly. The weather was favorable, and that
was something on which Uncle Dick congratulated himself. Had the
schooner encountered another cyclone, or even a gale, we should probably
have had something unpleasant to record, for she was in no condition to
stand another conflict with the elements. No one on board, except the
Club and the officers, knew where she was bound, for Uncle Dick thought
it best that this matter should be kept secret. If the suspected men
were convicts, as he had every reason to believe they were, they might
object to going back to their taskmasters, and that was just where Uncle
Dick was resolved they should go, especially Waters, who had shown that
he was not a proper person to be intrusted with his liberty. The latter
was still confined in the brig, but he was allowed to come out twice
each day, and take his exercise on deck under the watchful eye of the
master-at-arms; and he it was who first told the crew where the schooner
was bound. He found it out one morning when he was brought out of the
brig to take a breath of fresh air. Land was then in plain sight; and
after Waters had run his eye along the shore, he started and muttered
something under his breath that sounded like an oath.
“Hit’s Tasmania, mates,” he exclaimed. “And there,” he added, pointing
with his manacled hands towards the church spire that could be dimly
seen in the distance, “is ’Obart Town. We’re back ’ere after hall our
trouble.”
The words reached the ears of his three companions for whom they were
intended, and their action did not escape the notice of the officer of
the deck, who had his eyes on them all the time. Leaving their work at
once, they gazed eagerly in the direction of the city, then turned and
looked along the shore as if searching for some familiar object, and the
expression that settled on their faces was all the proof Mr. Parker
needed to confirm his suspicions.
“Master-at-arms,” said he, “take your prisoner below and lock him up.
You three men,” he added, pointing to Waters’s companions, “go into the
forecastle until you are told to come on deck again. If you stay there
peaceably, well and good. Rodgers, go down and keep an eye on them.
Barton, take a musket and stand at the head of the ladder, and see that
they don’t come up without orders.”
Mr. Parker was simply obeying the instructions of his commander, which
were to the effect that the suspected men were to be watched night and
day, and ordered below under arrest the instant the officer of the deck,
whoever he was, became satisfied that they really were escaped convicts.
Mr. Parker was satisfied now, and so the ruffians were put where they
would have no opportunity to escape.
The schooner rapidly approached the town, and at one o’clock dropped
anchor at the stern of a large English steamer, which she followed into
the harbor. The gig was called away at once, and Uncle Dick got in and
was pulled ashore. An hour elapsed, and at the end of that time a large
yawl, which was slowly propelled by two men, was seen approaching the
schooner. It came alongside, and a fashionably dressed, kid-gloved young
gentleman about Frank’s age, seized the man-ropes that were handed to
him and was assisted to the deck.
“Aw! thanks,” said he, as he brushed a speck of dust from his
coat-sleeve. “Where’s the captain?”
“The captain is ashore, sir,” answered Mr. Baldwin. “I command in his
absence.”
“Aw! there’s my card,” continued the visitor, producing the article in
question and handing it to the first mate.
“I am glad to meet you, Mr. Fowler,” replied the officer, glancing at
the name on the card. “Can I be of any service to you?”
“I ham consul’s clark, and I’ve come ’ere to see about those seamen you
rescued from the wreck of the Hinglish ship Sea Gull. Muster them on
deck, and I’ll take them hoff at once.”
“Produce a written order from Captain Gaylord to that effect, and I
shall be glad to do so,” said Mr. Baldwin, who it was plain did not like
the commanding tone assumed by the young Englishman. “I suppose you have
one?”
“Naw, I ’ave not. I ’ave an horder from ’er Majesty’s consul, whose
clark I ham.”
“I am not obliged to obey her Majesty’s consul,” replied Mr. Baldwin. “I
am an American, and responsible to no one but my commander. Our own
consul could not take these men away in Captain Gaylord’s absence,
without first showing me a written order from him.”
“Then you refuse to give them hup?”
“Without an order? Yes, sir.”
The young Englishman fairly gasped while he listened to these words,
which, had they been spoken by one of his own countrymen, he would no
doubt have regarded as highly treasonable. When he found his tongue
again he said he would see ’ow this thing stood, and whether or not ’er
Majesty’s hofficers could be thus set at defiance; and as he spoke he
threw one leg over the side as if he were about to climb down into his
boat. Then he suddenly paused and gazed earnestly towards the nearest
wharf—or we ought rather to say “quay,” for that is what they are called
in that part of the world. He saw a boat approaching, and he made that
an excuse to come back; but the boys, who had been interested and amused
listeners to the conversation, shrewdly suspected that the real reason
why he came back was because he knew that Mr. Baldwin was in the right.
Like many persons who are clothed with a little brief authority, he felt
himself to be very important, and wanted to make everybody with whom he
came in contact bow to him.
“Aw!” said he, addressing himself to Frank, who had stepped to the side
to hand him one of the man-ropes, “there’s the police commissioner’s
boat coming, and I think I’ll stop and ’ave a look at those four
convicts I ’ear you’ve got on board. Hif they’re the ones I think they
hare hit’s a wonder they didn’t take your vessel from you. But it cawn’t
be they—it cawn’t be.”
“I don’t know whom you have in your mind, of course,” replied Frank, who
was highly amused by the patronizing manner in which the young
Englishman addressed him. “One of them showed a disposition to smash
things, but he is now in irons, while the others are in the forecastle
under guard. The quarrelsome one gave the name of Waters.”
“Waters? Aw! it is he. It is weally wonderful how you managed to secure
him, for he is a wetired membaw of the Hinglish prize wing. Hit must
’ave taken ’alf your crew to do it.”
“On the contrary,” said Frank, “he was very quickly and easily
vanquished by that man you see standing there.”
“Aw! you surprise me. I must weally ’ave a look at the gentleman,” said
the consul’s clerk. “He must be simply prodigious. Hisn’t he an Hinglish
gentleman?”
“No, sir,” said Frank, hardly able to control himself. “He’s an
American, every inch of him, and probably the first representative of
his class that you ever saw.”
The consul’s clerk fumbled in his pocket for a few minutes, and
presently drew out a gold eyeglass. He had some trouble in fixing it
under his right eyebrow, and when he got it placed to his satisfaction
he looked in the direction Frank pointed, and met the steady gaze of
Dick Lewis’s honest gray eyes. The stalwart backwoodsman, in company
with his friend, Bob Kelly, was leaning against the rail, and, although
the two men probably did not dream of such a thing, they presented a
picture that an artist would have been glad to reproduce on canvas.
“Aw!” exclaimed the young Englishman; “what very extraordinary-looking
persons. If I might be allowed the expression, I should say that they
had just come hout of the woods.”
“You have hit the nail squarely on the head,” said Frank. “They are
professional trappers and Indian fighters.”
The clerk started, and let his eyeglass fall in his excitement. He was
so surprised that he forgot to put in his usual drawl, and substitute w
for r when he spoke again.
“Trappers!” he exclaimed, “Indian fighters! I have often read of such
things, and no doubt you will think me simple when I say that I never
believed in their existence.”
“Why don’t you always talk as naturally as that?” thought Frank.
“You’re sure you’re not chaffing me now?” continued the clerk.
“Quite sure. I don’t do such things. I have known these men a long time,
and have spent months on the prairie and in the mountains in their
company. I know of two Indian fights in which they have been engaged
since I became acquainted with them.”
“I wonder!” exclaimed the clerk, whose astonishment and interest were so
great that he could not remove his eyes from the two trappers. “Pray
tell me about those fights.”
Frank thought of the historian, who, being invited to a dinner party,
was requested by a lady to relate the history of the world during the
five minutes that the host would probably be occupied in carving the
turkey, and laughed to himself at the idea of taking less than half an
hour to describe all the thrilling incidents that had happened during
the battle at Fort Stockton, as recounted to him by his friend, Adam
Brent, who was present on that memorable occasion. “It is rather a long
story,” said he.
“Well, then, perhaps at some future time you will oblige me,” replied
the clerk. “Were you ever in a battle?”
“Yes, several of them.”
“With the Indians?”
“No. They once attacked a wagon-train to which I belonged, and tried to
run off our cattle and horses, but we didn’t call that a battle.”
“Were you ever a prisoner among them?”
Frank replied in the affirmative.
“Were you ever tied to the stake?”
“No, but I’ve seen the man who mastered Waters in that situation, and I
saw a tomahawk and a knife thrown within an inch of his head.”
The young Englishman’s surprise increased every moment, and Frank
thought by the way he looked at him that he was not quite prepared to
believe all he heard. But Frank did not care for that. He was not trying
to make himself important; he was only answering the clerk’s questions.
“Are you an officer of this vessel?” asked the latter, glancing at
Frank’s suit of navy blue.
“I act as sailing master,” was the modest reply.
“What trade are you in?”
“No trade at all. This is a private yacht, and we have got thus far on
our voyage around the world. Two of those young gentlemen you see
there,” he added, directing the clerk’s attention toward the Club, who
had withdrawn to the quarter-deck, “are nephews of the owner and
captain.”
“I am delighted to hear it,” exclaimed the clerk, and it was evident
that the schooner and her company arose in his estimation at once. At
any rate, he dropped his patronizing air, and began to act and talk as
if he considered Frank his equal. He no doubt thought that those who
were able to travel around the world in their own vessel were deserving
of respect, even though they were Americans. “I wish I had time to make
their acquaintance,” he continued, “but here comes the commissioner’s
boat, and I see your captain is just putting out from the quay. I hope
to meet you again.”
Frank simply bowed. He could not say that he hoped so too, for he did
not. He could see nothing to admire in a young man who seemed to think
that only those who were wealthy were deserving of respect. Frank would
have been still more disinclined to meet him again had he known the
circumstances under which one of their meetings was to take place. This
was by no means the end of his acquaintance with Mr. Fowler. It was only
the beginning of it.
Frank now stepped to the side in readiness to hand the man-ropes to the
occupants of the commissioner’s boat, which just then came up. There
were four of them, and he was rather surprised at their appearance. Each
wore a short blue blouse, confined at the waist by a black belt, a very
juvenile-looking cap, and a broad, white shirt collar, which was turned
down over their coats, making them look like so many overgrown boys. But
the batons they carried in their hands, and the shields they wore on
their breasts, proclaimed them to be policemen. And very careful members
of the community they were, too; for without them the law-abiding
inhabitants of the city would have had anything but a pleasant time of
it, surrounded as they were by thousands of the worst characters that
Great Britain could produce. They climbed to the deck one after the
other, and the foremost informed Mr. Baldwin, who came forward to meet
them, that they had been sent to look at the suspected men, and to take
charge of them if they proved to be convicts. The mate accordingly gave
the necessary orders to the master-at-arms, and presently the four
prisoners came up under guard.
“Aw!” exclaimed the clerk, who had by this time recovered from the
surprise into which he had been thrown by his conversation with Frank,
“that one in irons is Waters, sure enough.”
“And he seems to know you, too,” said Frank, as the prisoner, after
running his eye over the vessel, nodded to the clerk, who smiled and
bowed in return.
“Aw! yes; that is, I have often seen him working in the chain-gang
ashore; but I want you to understand that I have nothing in common with
him, nothing whatever.”
“I didn’t suppose you had,” answered Frank, astonished at the clerk’s
earnest tone and manner. “What will your police do with him?”
“They’ll put him back in the gang again, but Lawd! what’s the use! He’ll
soon escape; he always does. He’s been off the island no less than four
times. Once he was half way to Hingland before it was found hout who he
was.”
“Why don’t the police watch him closer?”
The clerk shrugged his shoulders as much as to say that he didn’t know,
or didn’t care to trouble himself about the matter, and turned to meet
the captain, who just then sprang on board. Arrangements were quickly
made for removing the strangers, as everybody called the men who had
been rescued from the wreck of the Sea Gull. The sailors were given into
charge of the clerk, who ordered them into his boat and pushed off,
after telling Frank that he would hear from him again very soon, and the
convicts were turned over to the officers, who handcuffed them all, and
took them ashore. The boys were glad to see them go, and Uncle Dick
privately informed them that he considered himself fortunate in getting
rid of Waters and his companions so easily. They were a desperate lot,
if there was any faith to be put in the stories of their exploits which
he had heard while he was ashore.
“That clerk told me that Waters belongs in the chain-gang,” said Frank.
“How did he manage to escape?”
“Ask the police, and if you give them enough, perhaps they will tell
you,” returned Uncle Dick.
“The police!” repeated Frank.
“Yes. A five-pound note will accomplish wonders sometimes. I know that
less than that once bought off the policeman—or ‘man-hunter’ as we used
to call him—who arrested me.”
“Why, Uncle Dick!” exclaimed Walter.
The old sailor laughed long and loudly. “It is a fact,” said he. “I was
at work one morning at the mouth of my shaft in the Bendigo mines, and
this man-hunter stepped up and asked me if I had a license. I told him I
had, but it was in the pocket of my vest, and that was at the bottom of
the mine. Do you suppose he would let me go down after it? No, sir. He
arrested me at once, and was marching me off, when I offered him an
ounce of gold, worth about seventeen dollars and a half, if he would go
back and let me show him my license. He took the gold, but didn’t go
back with me, and neither did he trouble me afterward. If he had taken
me before the commissioner I should have been lucky if I had got off
with a fine of five pounds. Stand by, Mr. Baldwin. Here comes the tug,
and we are going into the docks now. After that, boys, we’ll take a run
out into the country. I have an acquaintance a few miles away, who is
getting rich, raising sheep. The last time I saw him he was glad to
break stones on the road in Melbourne for a pound a day. That would be
considered a good deal of money now, but it didn’t go far during the
time of the gold excitement. Everything was so dear that the man who
earned less than that stood a good chance of starving.”
We pass over the events of the next few days, as they have nothing to do
with our story. The schooner having been hauled into the docks, the Club
set out in company with the trappers to explore the town, and during the
day chanced to fall in with the consul’s clerk, who, with two other
young Englishmen of the same stamp as himself, was on his way to visit
the schooner. He presented his card, and introduced Frank to his
companions, and he and they were in turn introduced to the Club and to
the trappers. This being arranged to the satisfaction of both parties,
they adjourned to a restaurant—an Englishman always wants something to
eat—and Frank thought he could have enjoyed the splendid dinner that was
served up, had it not been for the presence of the liquors that were
introduced. The Englishmen drank freely, and pressed their guests to
follow their example; but the Club were proof against temptation, and
astonished their hosts by telling them that they did not know wine from
brandy, and that they had never smoked a cigar. They remained in their
room at the restaurant until it began to grow dark, for the Englishmen
had many questions to ask, and besides they were determined to force a
story out of Dick Lewis; but the trapper was shy in the presence of
strangers, and could not be induced to open his mouth. Being
disappointed in this, the clerk and his companions, with a laudable
desire to increase their store of knowledge, set themselves at work to
learn everything that was to be learned regarding the United States and
their inhabitants; but whether or not they gained any really useful
information is a question. The following conversation, which took place
that night in the cabin of the Stranger, would seem to indicate that
they did not. Walter was relating to Uncle Dick the various amusing
incidents that had happened at the restaurant, occasioned by the
Englishmen’s astounding ignorance of everything that related to America
and its people, when Frank suddenly inquired:
“Archie, what in the world possessed you to tell that clerk that the
Rocky Mountains were a hundred miles from New York, and that grizzly
bears and panthers had been known to come into Broadway, and carry off
men from behind the counters of their stores?”
“Why, did he believe it?” asked Archie, in reply. “Could he fool me that
way about his own country? Just before that Eugene had been telling him
that wild Indians had often been seen in the streets of New York, and I
had to back him up. Wild Indians, and bears, and panthers go together,
don’t they? I told him that he could find bears in Wall Street any day,
and so he can; and if they haven’t been known to take men, not only from
behind the counters of their stores, but right out of house and home,
then I have read the history of speculations in Wall Street to little
purpose.”
Uncle Dick laughed until the cabin rang again.
“But the idea of the Rocky Mountains being only a hundred miles from New
York,” said Frank.
“I didn’t tell him so,” answered Archie, quickly. “I said that they were
at least that distance away; and so they are. I had to make my
statements correspond with Eugene’s, didn’t I? Just before that he had
been telling Fowler that the whole of America was about as large as
Ireland—”
“Hold on,” interrupted Eugene. “Didn’t I tell him that it was fully as
large as Ireland?”
“That’s a fact,” said Archie, accepting the correction; “so you did.
Well, now, the United States and the British possessions in America
cover about six million square miles, and of these the Rocky Mountains
cover nine hundred and eighty thousand, or nearly one-sixth of the
surface of the whole country. When I came to build my mountains, I had
to build them in proportion to the size of the country they were
supposed to stand in, didn’t I?”
Uncle Dick roared again.
“When Fowler began to question me on distances I had to be careful what
I said,” continued Archie. “When he asked me how big the Rocky Mountains
were, I told him that they covered at least five thousand square miles,
and you ought to have seen him open his eyes. He said he had no idea
that there was room enough in America for any such mountains. Now, since
Ireland contains thirty-three thousand square miles, I think my
proportion was a pretty good one. If you can come any closer to it in
round numbers, I’d like to see you do it.”
Frank could not combat such arguments as these, so he went to his room
and tumbled into bed.
CHAPTER VII.
MORE ABOUT THE CLERK.
The week following the one on which the Stranger was hauled into the
dry-docks, found the Club settled on a sheep-farm a few miles in the
interior, the guests of Uncle Dick’s friend and fellow-miner, Mr.
Wilbur. If we should say that they enjoyed their liberty, their target
shots, and horseback rides, we should be putting it very mildly. The
change from their cramped quarters on board the schooner to the freedom
of the country was a most agreeable one, and they made the most of it.
They were almost constantly on the move, and there was not a station (in
California it would have been called a ranche) for miles around that
they did not visit, or a piece of woods that they did not explore.
It was while they remained here that the novel trial of speed which
Archie had proposed came off. It was no novelty to Uncle Dick and Mr.
Wilbur, who declared that the trapper was certain to prove the winner,
but it was a new thing to the old members of the Club, who could not
bring themselves to believe that a man could beat a horse in a fair
race, until they had seen it with their own eyes. The arrangements were
made one rainy day, when there was nothing else the Club could do except
to sit in the house, and sing songs, and tell stories, and the next
morning was set apart for the trial.
Eugene being allowed his choice of all the horses on the station,
selected Mr. Wilbur’s own favorite riding nag, which had the reputation
of being able to run a quarter of a mile in less time than any other
horse on the island. After the arrangements had all been made, Archie
noticed, with some uneasiness, that Mr. Wilbur and Eugene held frequent
and earnest consultations, which they brought to a close whenever he
came within earshot of them; and when the storm cleared away, just
before night, he saw the horse, against which the trapper was to run,
brought out and put through his paces. Mr. Wilbur had explained to
Eugene that the place where the horse would lose the race would be at
the turning-point. He would, beyond a doubt, run the hundred yards
before the trapper could; but in stopping and turning he would lose
ground, and Dick would be half way home before he could get under way
again. Eugene thought he could remedy that by giving his horse a little
practice beforehand, and the result of his experiment encouraged him
greatly. The intelligent animal seemed to enter into the spirit of the
matter with as much eagerness as his rider did, and after he had passed
over the course a few times, he would stop on reaching the
turning-point, wheel like a flash, and set out on the homestretch at the
top of his speed; and he would do it, too, without a word from Eugene.
Archie, from his post on the veranda, witnessed the whole proceeding,
and when it was concluded and the horse was led back to the stable, he
hurried off to find the trapper. To his surprise Dick did not seem to be
at all uneasy over what he had to tell him. “Never mind, leetle ’un,”
said the trapper. “Sposen I should tell you that I had beat a hoss that
had been practiced that way for a hul week, what would you say?”
“I should say that you had done it,” replied Archie.
“Wal, I have, and more’n onct, too.”
The next morning, at five o’clock, the Club, and Mr. Wilbur and all his
herdsmen, were on the ground, and the arrangements for the race had all
been completed. If Eugene had been about to ride for his life, he could
not have made greater preparations. He had discarded his hat and boots,
tied a handkerchief around his head to keep the hair out of his eyes,
and rode in his shirt-sleeves, and without a saddle. Dick simply pulled
off his hunting shirt, and tightened his belt.
“I want a flying start,” said Eugene.
“Well, I am sorry to say so, but you can’t have it,” answered Archie,
who acted as master of ceremonies.
“Why, a man can get under way twice while a horse is getting started
once,” said Eugene.
“That isn’t my fault, or the man’s either,” returned Archie. “It’s the
horse’s.”
“Give him the flyin’ start,” said Dick Lewis.
Uncle Dick and Mr. Wilbur were surprised to hear this, and the latter
told his companion in a whisper that the trapper must have the greatest
confidence in his speed, or he would not be willing to give the horse so
much of a chance.
Eugene rode back twenty yards from the starting-point, the trapper took
his stand by his side, and when both were ready they moved off together,
Archie giving the signal to “go” as they passed the starting-point.
Before the word had fairly left his lips the trapper was flying down the
course like an arrow from a bow. He succeeded in getting a fine start,
but, after all, it was not so great as everybody thought it would be.
Eugene was on the alert, and so was his horse. The animal made one or
two slow bounds after he passed the starting-point, and then he settled
down to his work, and went at the top of his speed, Eugene lying close
along his neck, and digging his heels into his side at every jump. The
horse came up with and passed the trapper just before the latter reached
the end of the course, and remembering his training of the day before,
made an effort to stop and wheel quickly; but so great was his speed
that he went some distance farther on, and when he did face about,
Eugene saw that it was too late to win the race. The fleet-footed
trapper was half-way home; and although the horse quickly responded to
his rider’s encouraging yells, Dick won the race very easily. The Club
were satisfied now. One thing was certain, and that was, they had never
dreamed that a human being was capable of such speed as the trapper had
exhibited that morning.
“If he were not a good runner he wouldn’t be here now,” said Archie, in
reply to their exclamations of wonder. “His lightness of foot has saved
his scalp, I suppose, a score of times. He says he never was beaten.”
The boys did not doubt it at all. They were now prepared to accept
without question anything that Frank and Archie might tell them
concerning the trapper.
In a very few days the Club had seen everything of interest there was to
be seen about the station, and Uncle Dick’s proposition to take a run
over to Australia was hailed with delight. They went by steamer from
Hobart Town to Melbourne, and during the next three weeks had ample
opportunity to gain some idea of what the settlers meant when they
talked of life in the bush. They first explored every nook and corner of
the city of Melbourne, spent a few days in the mines where Uncle Dick
had worked during the gold excitement, and finally camped on another
sheep station, where they made their headquarters as long as they
remained in Australia. Archie did not succeed in shooting a kangaroo,
but his horse was stolen from him by the bushrangers, and the Club spent
a week in trying to recover it. The animal was never seen again,
however, and it took all Archie’s pocket-money, and a good share of
Frank’s, to make the loss good when they reached Melbourne; for that was
the place where the horses had been hired.
At length a letter from Uncle Dick’s agent in Hobart Town brought the
information that the repairs on the schooner were rapidly approaching
completion, and that she would be ready to sail in a few days. As he had
promised to spend one more week with his friend, Mr. Wilbur, before he
started for Natal, the captain ordered an immediate return to Tasmania,
and in due time the Club found themselves once more under the
sheep-herder’s hospitable roof. We must not forget to say, however, that
they stopped two days in Hobart Town, for it was while they were there
that an incident happened which had something to do with what afterward
befell two of the members of the Club.
On the morning after their arrival, Uncle Dick and some of the boys went
down to the docks to see how the schooner was getting on, and the rest
sauntered off somewhere, leaving Frank in the reading-room of the hotel,
deeply interested in a newspaper. Shortly after the others had gone, he
was interrupted in his reading by a slap on the shoulder, and upon
looking up he saw the consul’s clerk standing beside him.
“Aw! I’m overjoyed to see you again,” exclaimed Fowler, extending the
forefinger of his right hand. (The reader will understand that we shall
hereafter write down this young gentleman’s words as he ought to have
spoken them, not as he did speak them.) “I have been out to Wilbur’s
twice—he is a friend of mine, you know—and I was sorry not to meet you
there. I saw you when you landed last night, but was so busy that I
could not get a chance to speak to you. Had a good time in Australia?”
“Yes, I enjoyed myself,” replied Frank. “Everything was new and
strange.”
“I have been aboard your vessel nearly every day since you have been
gone, and the foreman tells me that the repairs on her are nearly
completed,” added Fowler. “When do you sail?”
“Not under ten days, and it may possibly be two weeks,” answered Frank.
“What are your arrangements, anyhow? I ask because I want to have a
chance to visit with you a little before you go.”
Frank did not care to visit with Mr. Fowler, but he could not well
refuse to answer his question. “The arrangements, as far as they are
made, are these,” he replied. “As soon as the schooner is ready for sea
she is to leave the harbor, go around into the river, and come to anchor
near Mr. Wilbur’s house.”
“Good!” exclaimed the clerk, settling back in his chair, and slapping
his knees. “That will just suit us.”
Frank, somewhat surprised at his enthusiasm, looked at him a moment, and
inquired: “Whom do you mean by ‘us?’”
“Oh, a party of our fellows, who may be up there to see you before you
leave. Go on. What next?”
“The captain intends to take Mr. Wilbur and his family out for a short
excursion,” replied Frank. “We shall be gone three or four days; and if
the weather is fair, we may not be back for a week. When we return we
shall be ready to start for Natal.”
“All right,” exclaimed the clerk. “Things couldn’t be arranged to suit
me better. I suppose you will have all your stores and everything else
aboard before you leave the harbor?”
“I suppose so.”
“By the way, who is paymaster of your craft?”
“Walter Gaylord keeps the books and the key of the safe,” answered
Frank.
“And you act as sailing master, I think you told me?”
Frank replied that he did.
“You must understand seamanship and navigation, then,” continued Fowler.
“I am no seaman, but I know something about navigation.”
“You have commanded a vessel, haven’t you?”
“Yes, two of them.”
“Were they large ones?”
“One of them was a whaler, and the other was a gunboat.”
“So I was told. Could you take a vessel from here to San Francisco?”
“I think I could,” said Frank, with a smile. “I brought the Stranger
from Bellville around the Horn to ’Frisco.”
Fowler nodded his head, and sat looking at the floor for some minutes in
silence. “Speaking of your paymaster,” said he, suddenly—“the reason I
asked about him, was because I heard some of your crew wishing that he
would make haste and come back. They have spent all their money, and
want a new supply. I suppose Walter is able to pay them all their dues?”
“Oh, yes,” said Frank.
“I suppose, too, that the contents of that little safe would make you
and me rich.”
“I don’t know, I am sure. The captain keeps money enough with him to pay
all expenses, but whether or not he has any more on hand, I don’t know.
I have never inquired into the matter.”
“I was told that the safe was full of gold,” said Fowler. “I should
think that Walter would be afraid to carry the key about with him.”
“I don’t know that he does,” returned Frank. “But even if he did, why
should he be afraid?”
“Oh, because there are plenty of men here who would knock him over for
one-tenth of the sum he is known to control. Money is everything in this
world, isn’t it?”
“Some people seem to think so,” replied Frank.
“Well, good-by,” said the clerk, jumping up. “I may not be able to see
you again before you go out to Wilbur’s, but I shall surely see you
while you are there.”
Fowler went away, and Frank was glad to see him go. He did not resume
his reading immediately, but sat for a long time looking down at the
floor in a brown study. He recalled every word that had passed between
himself and the consul’s clerk, and somehow he could not rid himself of
the impression that the latter had some reasons for questioning him so
closely, other than those he had given. Frank remembered what Barton had
told him about the inquiries Waters had made in regard to the contents
of Uncle Dick’s strong box, and he could not help connecting that
circumstance with the interview he had just had with the consul’s clerk.
But when he had done so he laughed at himself.
“What nonsense,” he said mentally. “My short acquaintance with Waters
and his friends has made me suspicious. Since his attempt to take
possession of our vessel, I think that every one who makes inquiries
about her has some designs upon her. I’ll try to be a little more
reasonable.”
With this, Frank resumed his reading, and dismissed all thoughts of the
consul’s clerk and the conversation he had had with him.
On the morning of the next day but one Mr. Wilbur and his big wagon
arrived and took Uncle Dick, the Club, and the trappers out to his
station. Two days after that the schooner came up the river, and dropped
anchor at a short distance from the house. The boys were delighted to
see her looking like her old self once more, and as soon as the first
boat came off, they went on board in a body to take a good look at her.
Uncle Dick’s instructions to the workmen had been faithfully obeyed, and
the Club could hardly believe that she was the same vessel that had been
driven, waterlogged and helpless, upon the shores of that inhospitable
island away off in the Pacific. She looked just as she did on the day
she came from the hands of the men who built her.
Shortly after she came to anchor there liberty was granted to the blue
jackets, and then there was fun indeed around Mr. Wilbur’s house. A
sailor always wants to ride when he comes ashore, and there were horses
enough on the station to mount every one of them. Among the number were
some wild young steeds which had never felt the weight of a saddle, and
these were the ones that the blue jackets wanted to ride. Mr. Wilbur
cheerfully gave his consent, and the ludicrous attempts at
horse-breaking that followed were beyond our power to describe. The
owner of the horses and his guests were kept in roars of laughter for
hours at a time.
On the second day, to Frank’s great disgust, the consul’s clerk made his
appearance. He was cordially greeted by Mr. Wilbur, who, after shaking
him by the hand, turned to present him to the members of the Club.
“There’s no need to do that,” said Fowler. “I know them all, and this
gentleman,” he added, extending his forefinger to Frank, “I think I can
claim as an old acquaintance.”
“Then it is all right, and I am glad you have come,” said Mr. Wilbur. “I
will leave them in your charge to-day, while the captain and I ride into
the country to see an old friend of ours who used to be in the mines
with us. You are at home here, Gus, and you will understand that my
house and everything in it, are at your service and theirs. If those
sailors come on shore and ask for horses, give them as many as they
want. It will probably be dark long before the captain and I return.”
The Club were not at all pleased with this arrangement, but they could
not oppose it. They did not like Fowler, and wanted to see as little of
him as possible. There was only one thing they could do, and that was to
get out of sight and hearing of him. This they did as soon as Uncle Dick
and Mr. Wilbur rode away, all except Frank, to whom the consul’s clerk
stuck like a leech. Frank could not shake him off without being rude,
and becoming utterly weary of his company at last, he excused himself,
went on board the schooner, and lay down in his bunk. He did not intend
to go to sleep, but the book he happened to pick up as he passed through
the cabin proved to be rather dry reading, and before he knew it, he was
in the land of dreams.
When he awoke it was with a start, and a presentiment that there was
something wrong. As soon as his eyes were open, he saw by the flood of
light that streamed in through the open transom over his door, that the
lamps in the cabin were burning. Hardly able to believe that he had
slept so long, Frank jumped from his bunk, and looked out at the bull’s
eye. He could see nothing. Even the trees on the bank were concealed by
the darkness. Just then the vessel gave a lurch, and laid over in the
water as if she were heeling to the pressure of her canvas.
“What does that mean?” thought Frank. “She can’t be under way! She
certainly is,” he added, a moment later, as the schooner began to rise
and fall slowly and regularly as if she were passing over the waves.
“Where are we going, I wonder?”
Frank turned and laid his hand upon the knob, but the door refused to
open for him. He stooped down and looked at the lock, and saw that the
bolt was thrown into the catch. He was fastened in. “Archie,” he thought
(if any trick was played upon him he always laid the blame upon his
cousin’s shoulders), “if I had you here for a minute, I believe I should
be tempted to shake you.”
As Archie was not there, Frank shook the door instead, and listened to
hear the footsteps of some one coming to release him; but there was no
stir in the cabin to indicate that there was anybody there. Beyond a
doubt the boys were sitting around the table almost bursting with
laughter. Hardly able to refrain from laughing himself, Frank placed one
foot on his bunk, laid hold of the lower part of the transom with his
hands, and drew himself up until he could look over into the cabin. Yes,
there was Archie, sitting in Uncle Dick’s easy chair, with his hands in
his pockets, and looking up at his cousin in the most unconcerned manner
possible. Frank was about to ask what he meant by locking him in after
that fashion, when his eye chanced to light on another occupant of the
cabin—a man who was seated on the other side of the table, opposite
Archie. He was a low-browed, villainous-looking fellow, and in his high
top-boots, red shirt, and slouch hat, reminded Frank of the descriptions
he had read of robbers, smugglers, and such worthy characters. He sat
with his elbow resting on the table, one hand supporting his chin, and
the other grasping a huge revolver, which lay on the table in front of
him.
“How are you?” said Archie, hooking his thumbs in the armholes of his
vest, and nodding to his cousin.
“What does this mean?” demanded Frank. “Who locked me in here, and why
is the schooner underway? Where’s Uncle Dick?”
Archie took one thumb out of the armhole of his vest long enough to wave
his hand toward the man on the opposite side of the table, and then put
it back again.
“You will know all about it in good time,” said the man, cheerfully;
“and until we want you, you had better stay in there and behave
yourself.”
“You have taken the schooner, have you?”
“That’s the way it looks to us out here. How does it look to you in
there?”
While Frank was wondering how he should answer this question, the door
opened, and Waters, the convict, and Fowler, the consul’s clerk, came
into the cabin.
CHAPTER VIII.
ON THE QUARTER-DECK AGAIN.
Up to this time Frank had been all in the dark, and utterly at a loss to
find any explanation for the situation of affairs; but at the sight of
these two worthies a sudden light broke in upon him.
“Everything is clear to me now,” thought he. “I know why Fowler had so
many questions to ask concerning the contents of Uncle Dick’s strong
box, and why he was so particular to inquire into my abilities as a
navigator. He is the one we have to thank for this trouble. He is hale
fellow well met with these convicts, has assisted them to escape, and
expects to get a large share of the money in the safe. Our voyage around
the world ends right here, and I am in a lovely scrape besides. These
fellows expect me to take them to San Francisco. After I get there what
shall I do with the schooner? What will become of Uncle Dick and the
rest in the meantime?”
While Frank was turning these knotty questions over in his mind, Fowler
and his companion came into the cabin, and closed the door behind them.
“Well, Waters, you are off for America once more,” said the consul’s
clerk, “and this time I think you are all right. I can’t see what
drawbacks you are going to have. There was no war vessel in the harbor
when we left.”
“But there was one at Melbourne,” replied Waters, “and it’ll not take
long for the commissioners to set her on our track. We must depend on
our captain to keep us clear of her. I’m sorry you are here, Archie.”
“So am I,” said the latter. “Your man must be a regular blockhead to
take me for Walter Gaylord. He looks about as much like me as I look
like you.”
“Oh, that’s the way you came here, is it?” said Frank to himself. “These
fellows wanted to catch Walter because he carries the key of the safe,
but made a blunder and captured you in his place. This makes twice that
Walter has escaped trouble in that way.”
“Mistakes will happen,” said Waters. “I told Bob here to collar a fellow
dressed in black, and wearing a Panama hat; and as you answered that
description exactly, he took you in. No matter; we can get along without
the key. Some of these days, when we feel in the humor, we’ll set Bob at
work on the safe with a hammer and cold chisel. He knows how to do such
things, and that’s why he’s here in Tasmania; eh, Bob?”
The man with the revolver grinned his appreciation of the compliment,
and Archie said:
“How much do you expect to find when you get into the safe?”
“Oh, enough to make us all rich men in America.”
“And how much will you get, Fowler, for your share in this business?”
“Nothing at all,” said Waters, before the consul’s clerk had time to
speak. “He isn’t here because he wants to be. We made him come.”
“What use will he be to you?”
“Oh, we can use him easy enough. Seeing that the paymaster ain’t here,
he’ll have to act in his place, and get the bills of credit cashed; that
is, if we find any.”
“That’s too attenuated; it’s altogether too thin,” declared Archie. “He
is the ringleader in this business, and I know it. In regard to that
strong box, you’re going to be disappointed when you see what’s in it.
You’ll be as badly disappointed as the two fellows were whom I met in
the Rocky Mountains a few months ago. They captured an emigrant family,
and robbed their wagons, expecting to find a million dollars in them;
but when they came to break open the box, which they supposed contained
the treasure, they found in it nothing but a little brass model of a
machine with which the emigrant intended to run his quartz mill. The
million dollars were yet to be made. There’s money in the safe, no
doubt; but not enough to pay you for the risk you are running, or to
make you rich in America or anywhere else. The most of it is in bills of
credit, and they will be of about as much use to you as so much paper.
No one but Walter can get them cashed.”
It made Frank very uneasy to hear his cousin talk to the ruffian in this
way, for he fully expected that Waters would become angry, and do him
some injury; but the giant took it all in good part, and laughed
heartily at the “little man’s” impudence. Fowler scowled and looked as
black as a thundercloud, but Archie did not seem to notice it.
“I wonder if our captain has woke up yet?” said Waters, glancing toward
the door of Frank’s stateroom.
“It looks that way in here; how does it look to you out there?” said
Frank, repeating the words which the man with the revolver had used in
reply to one of his questions. “What’s the use of keeping me in here?
Hadn’t you better open the door, and let me out?”
“Yes, Bob’ll let you out,” said Waters.
The man at the table put his revolver into one pocket, drew a key from
another, and unlocked the door. Frank stepped out into the cabin, and
was greeted with—
“Well, captain, you didn’t think to see us again so soon, did you?”
“No, I didn’t. I was in hopes I had seen the last of you,” was the
honest reply.
“Oh, I am not such a bad fellow as you may think,” said Waters, with a
laugh. “I’m as peaceable as a lamb when I ain’t riled; and you and your
mate here will fare well enough so long as you do as you are told, and
don’t try any tricks on us. That’s something we won’t stand from nobody.
We’re working for our liberty, and we’re bound to have it. We’ve got the
schooner now, and we brought you aboard because you are a sailor, and we
want you to take us to America.”
“I know what your plans are,” said Frank.
“Will you help us carry them out?”
“I don’t see how I can avoid it,” replied Frank.
“I don’t either,” said Waters. “We’re the gentlest fellows in the world
when you stroke us easy; but when you go against us, we’re a bad lot to
have about. We’ll make you captain of the vessel, and our little man
here,” he added, pointing to Archie, “we’ll put in for mate. He mustn’t
live off our grub for nothing, you know, and we can’t use him in any
other way. Will he do?”
“Yes, he’ll do,” said Frank. “But now I want you to understand one thing
before we go any further: I don’t claim to be a seaman, and if we are
blown out of our course or crippled in any way, you mustn’t blame me for
it.”
“Never mind that,” said Waters, quickly. “I know all about you. I know
that you were master of a whaler, and that you commanded a Yankee
gunboat during the war; so there must be something of the sailor about
you. If you will do as well as you can, that’s all I ask, and me and you
won’t have no words. Nobody shan’t bother you. You shall do just as you
please. The rest of the men can sleep in the forecastle, and us five
fellows that’s here now will mess in the cabin, and live like
gentlemen.”
“How much of a crew have I?” asked Frank.
“There’s just an even dozen of us on board. There will be ten to do the
work.”
“You will be surprised to learn one thing, Frank,” said Archie. “There
are four of our own men aboard, and three of them came of their own free
will, too. More than that, they helped Fowler and Waters carry out their
plan of seizing the vessel.”
“Who are they?” exclaimed Frank.
Archie called over the names of the men, and Frank, astonished beyond
measure to learn that any of the Stranger’s crew could be so disloyal,
dropped into the nearest chair without speaking. “I suppose you offered
them a share of the money you expect to find in the safe, didn’t you?”
said he, at length, addressing himself to Fowler.
“All’s fair in war,” replied the consul’s clerk.
“The doctor, who is one of the four, is not in the plot,” continued
Archie. “He was aboard when these men surprised and captured the vessel,
and Waters wouldn’t let him go ashore.”
“Of course not,” said the convict. “We ain’t going to starve. There’s
plenty of good grub on board, and we need a cook to serve it up in
shape. Mind you now, captain, no fooling with these men. We won’t stand
that.”
“You need not borrow any trouble on that score,” answered Frank,
hastily. “I shall not speak to them if I can avoid it. I want nothing to
do with such people.”
“We couldn’t help it,” said Waters. “We couldn’t undertake so long a
voyage with a crew of landsmen, for we needed somebody to steer the
vessel and go aloft. These men wanted money, and were ready to join with
us, so we took them. If you’re satisfied with everything, captain, you
might as well go on deck and take charge.”
“Of course I am not satisfied,” answered Frank, “but I don’t see that
anything better can be done under the circumstances. What shall I do if
my crew refuse to obey my orders?”
“Oh, they’ll obey your orders. Just show me the man that don’t start
when he’s spoke to, and I’ll show you somebody who will hurt himself
against these bones,” said Waters, doubling up his huge fist and
flourishing it above his head. “I ain’t a sailor, but I’m a bully
overseer, and I’ll keep the men straight, I bet you. Me and Bob, one of
us, will be on deck all the time, to see that things go on smooth and
easy, like they had oughter do. We are working for liberty, mind you,
and we can’t have no foolishness from nobody. Everything depends on you,
captain, and it may comfort you to know that we’ll have our eyes on you
night and day. You can’t make a move that we won’t see.”
“I am glad you told me,” said Frank. “I always like to know what I have
to expect. Let’s go on deck and set the watch, Archie.”
The captain and his mate ascended the ladder closely followed by Waters.
As Frank stepped upon the deck he looked about him with some curiosity.
He wanted to see the men who were so lost to all sense of honor, that
they could be induced to betray their trust for money. He glanced toward
the wheel, and saw that it was in the hands of one who, next to Freas
and Barton, Uncle Dick had always regarded as his most faithful and
trusty hand. This proved to Frank’s satisfaction the truth of the old
adage, that you must summer and winter a man before you know him; in
other words, you must see him in all manners of situations, and in all
sorts of temptations, before you can say that you are really acquainted
with him. It proved, too, that Uncle Dick knew what he was talking about
when he said that a sailor was never satisfied. Give him a brownstone
front to live in, and a hundred dollars a month to spend, and he will
grumble because he doesn’t live in a palace and get two hundred. The man
hung his head when Frank looked at him. He could not meet the young
captain’s gaze.
Having satisfied his curiosity on this point, Frank looked about him to
note the position of the schooner. He told himself that he must have
slept very soundly indeed, for she had probably been under way an hour
or more before he awoke. She was already a long distance from the shore,
and the lighthouse at the entrance of the harbor was fast disappearing
in the darkness. The only thing he could do that night was to make an
offing, and the next day, as soon as he could take an observation, he
would work out a course and fill away for the States. He would do the
best he could, too. He would perform his duty as faithfully as though
the schooner was his own property, and he and the rest of her company
were bound on a pleasure excursion. This much he had made up his mind
to, and he had done it simply because Archie was on board. Of course, if
Waters and the rest should relax their vigilance after a few days, and
give him an opportunity to assume control of the vessel, he would
promptly seize upon it, provided he was satisfied that his efforts would
result in complete success; but he would take no chance whatever. He had
seen what the giant was when he became fairly aroused, and he would be
very careful not to incur his displeasure. Waters knew that Archie was
his cousin; he had been on board the Stranger long enough to learn a
good deal of the history of the occupants of the cabin, and if he became
angry at Frank, Archie would be sure to suffer. The young captain wished
most heartily that his cousin was safe ashore with the rest of the Club.
He would have felt much more at his ease.
“Muster the crew, Archie, and divide them into two watches,” said Frank.
“Send the port watch below, and then go below yourself and try to get a
wink of sleep. Our force is so small that we’ll have to stand watch and
watch; and as there are only three men able to manage the wheel, you and
I will have to take a hand at it now and then. Do you think you can do
it?”
Archie was quite sure he could. He was in new business now, but the way
he went about the execution of his cousin’s command showed that he had
kept his eyes and ears open. He ordered the foremast hands around like
any old mate, and they obeyed as promptly and silently as though they
had all been trained sailors. The men belonging to the Stranger’s crew
hung their heads, and would not look at him, and Archie, on his part,
acted as though he did not recognize them.
“Couldn’t you make her go a little faster, captain?” asked Waters, who
kept close at Frank’s side all the while. “We’re working for liberty,
you know, and we don’t want to waste no time.”
“You’ll go faster presently,” answered Frank. “The breeze is freshening,
and she’s got as much on now as she can stand. You must remember that we
have only three men to work the topsails, and I don’t want to run any
risks. If you will let me manage matters my own way I will get you along
just as fast as I can.”
Waters seemed satisfied with this assurance, and never again offered
advice. He kept Frank company during his watch, and although the latter
at first would have been very glad to be rid of his presence, he finally
became interested in his conversation, and after a little urging induced
him to tell how it was that he had been able to escape from the island
four different times, and who had first put it into his head to seize
the Stranger. The sequel proved that Uncle Dick had not been mistaken
when he hinted that gold would control the police. Waters and all his
companions who were then on board the Stranger had been tried and
transported for the same offence. One of them—the convict who was
keeping guard over Archie when Frank awoke, and whom he had heard
addressed as Bob—was a ticket-of-leave man, who had made considerable
money by hauling goods from Melbourne to the Bendigo mines. Instead of
taking care of himself he stood by his friends, and it was his gold that
had so often released Waters from the chain-gang, and started him on his
way to England and America. It was his gold, too, that had made a friend
of the consul’s clerk. The latter knew all about the vessels that were
preparing to sail, and when the convicts were ready to make an attempt
at escape he would select a ship for them, and assist them in getting on
board. Three times Waters and his friends had gone aboard as gentlemen,
paid their passage, and messed in the cabin; but twice they had been
overtaken and carried back by a war vessel, and once the captain of
their ship found out, by some means, who they were; secured them all by
stratagem and carried them back where they came from. Their last attempt
was made on the Sea Gull. Assisted by Fowler, they shipped on board of
her before the mast, and would in all probability have succeeded in
reaching their destination, had it not been for the gale which wrecked
their vessel, and threw Waters and his three friends into the company of
the Stranger’s crew.
It was Waters himself who first conceived the idea of seizing the
schooner. He found opportunity to talk to Fowler about it, and the
latter was the one who made all the arrangements. Visiting the schooner
every day while she was in the dry-docks, he selected three of the
sailors whom he thought he could induce to lend their assistance, and
the result proved that he had not been mistaken in his men. Every one of
them had seen the inside of the strong box, for Walter always called the
crew into the cabin when he paid them any money, and they declared that
it was full to the brim with English gold pieces.
Up to this time Fowler and Bob, the ticket-of-leave man, had no
intention of joining the convicts in their attempt to leave the island.
The consul’s clerk held an honorable position which he was in no hurry
to throw up, while Bob was coining money at his vocation, and was
satisfied to remain where he was, for the present at least. His pardon
was only a conditional one, and if detected in an attempt at escape, he
would be deprived of his liberty and sent back to the penal settlement
again. He did not want to go there; but when he learned through Fowler
that there was an opportunity for him to make a fortune without work, he
determined to assist the others in seizing the Stranger and take all the
chances.
By questioning Frank, the consul’s clerk found out just what Uncle Dick
intended to do as soon as the repairs on his vessel were completed, and
this information was in due time conveyed to Waters. Preparations were
made accordingly; and on the night of the second day after the Stranger
entered the river and came to anchor near Mr. Wilbur’s house, Waters and
his companions quietly unlocked their irons and betook themselves to the
bush. Fowler was already on the ground. He stuck to Frank until he drove
him on board the schooner and into his bunk, and then he set to work to
clear the way for the convicts, so that they would have little or no
trouble in boarding the vessel. He mingled freely with the sailors who
were ashore, and by giving them a glowing description of a wonderful
horse-race that was to come off that afternoon at a station a few miles
distant, he induced them to apply to Mr. Baldwin for liberty until
twelve o’clock that night, which was granted. Fowler exerted himself to
supply the blue jackets with all the horses they needed, and having seen
them fairly started on their wild-goose chase, he turned his attention
to the first mate, whom he tried to induce to remain ashore all night.
But in this he failed. The officer knew that his place was on board his
vessel, and on board his vessel he went as soon as it began to grow
dark.
About nine o’clock that evening Waters and his companions arrived, and
concealed themselves among the bushes on the bank opposite the spot
where the schooner lay at anchor. Fowler visited them shortly afterward
to tell them how their plans were working. After listening to his report
the ticket-of-leave man stole off into the woods to carry out a
particular part of the programme that had been assigned to him, while
the other four entered the water and swam silently off to the vessel,
which they boarded without opposition. The two mates, and the few
foremast hands who remained on board, were quickly mustered on deck and
held passive by loaded revolvers, which two of the convicts kept pointed
at their heads, while Waters and another proceeded to tie them hand and
foot. This being done, they were each gagged to prevent them from
raising an alarm, and then one of the boats was lowered, and the
helpless men were taken ashore and laid in the bushes. All this work was
performed so silently that Frank was not awakened. The convicts saw him
asleep in his bunk, and to make sure of finding him there when they
wanted him, they quietly locked the door, and fastened him in.
Having concealed their prisoners among the bushes, the convicts returned
on board the schooner, and, assisted by the three sailors, proceeded to
get her under way. They slipped the anchor, turned her around with the
help of the cutter, and when she was fairly under the influence of the
current, one of the convicts returned to the shore in the boat to await
the appearance of Fowler and the ticket-of-leave man, who had been
intrusted with the work of seizing Walter Gaylord. Fortunately for
Walter, there was a slight hitch in the proceedings right here, and the
wrong man was taken.
CHAPTER IX.
A YANKEE TRICK.
It had been the custom of the Club, during their sojourn under Mr.
Wilbur’s roof, to pass the hours that intervened between dark and
bedtime on the veranda, singing songs, or listening to the stories of
one of the sheep-herders. It was to be Fowler’s business to separate
Walter from his companions, and, under pretence of telling him something
that it was very important he should know, conduct him down a shaded
lane a short distance from the house. Bob was to be concealed somewhere
along the route, and when they passed his ambush he was to jump out,
collar them both (for reasons of his own Fowler wished to have it appear
that he was in no way connected with the plot), and march them down to
the river-bank, where the boat was waiting for them.
The Club, who had gone off somewhere on purpose to be rid of the young
Englishman, were absent so long that Fowler began to be very uneasy,
fearing that they might stay until so late an hour that it would be
impossible for him to carry out his part of the programme. But they came
shortly after dark, to the clerk’s great relief, and after disposing of
a hearty supper gathered on the veranda as usual. Fowler had more
difficulty in persuading Walter to “take a walk” with him than he had
anticipated. The captain’s nephew had taken a great dislike to the
clerk, for some reason, and wanted little to do with him; but he yielded
at last, and Fowler took him by the arm and led him toward the lane.
As bad luck would have it, they encountered Archie Winters, who was also
out for an after-supper stroll. On Walter’s invitation he joined the two
and walked with them. This did not suit Fowler. It was a larger party
than he had bargained for. Bob had but two hands, and Fowler did not see
how he could manage three persons with them. Either Walter or Archie
might elude his grasp and slip away in the darkness, and that would be a
misfortune. As soon as he had made good his escape he would go straight
to the house, tell what had been going on in the lane, and that would
lead to an investigation which would probably result in the discovery of
the fact that the schooner was missing. That was a matter that must be
kept secret as long as possible, in order to give the managers a good
long start. After thinking over these points for a few minutes, the
clerk turned and went back up the lane again with Walter, paying no
further attention to the movements of Archie, who, he hoped, would soon
get tired of his walk, and leave the coast clear for him.
“I don’t want to speak in the presence of a third party,” said Fowler.
“We’ll come back as soon as Archie goes away.”
“Why not tell me now?” asked Walter. “We are alone.”
“I know, but it is a long story, and it will take me half an hour to go
into all the details.”
“Oh, let it go till morning then. I am too tired to spend half an hour
more in walking.”
“Perhaps I can tell it in ten or fifteen minutes,” said Fowler.
“Let it go until morning,” repeated Walter.
“But it is about an attempt to rob your safe while you were gone.”
“Nonsense!”
“I assure you it is a fact, upon my word and honor as a gentleman. I
found it out by the merest accident.”
“Then why didn’t one of the mates speak about it?”
“Because they were in the plot,” replied the clerk, sinking his voice
almost to a whisper. “I’ll take you to that boat with me if I have to
carry you under my arm,” he added, mentally.
“Fowler!” exclaimed Walter, turning upon him almost fiercely, “do you
want me to—” Walter finished the sentence by pushing up his coat
sleeves. “Do you? If you don’t, don’t let me hear you say another word
against Mr. Baldwin or Mr. Parker. My uncle would trust them with the
key of his safe as readily as he trusts me with it. They’re honest, and
that’s more than I think you are.”
Walter’s leavetaking was so very abrupt and unceremonious that Fowler
could have made no attempt to detain him, even had he felt so disposed.
But he did not want to make the attempt. He stood silent and motionless
where Walter left him, and saw the latter join the merry group on the
veranda. Presently they all arose from their seats and went into the
house. It was well for Fowler that he let him go, for the wiry young
paymaster could have tossed him over the nearest fence with almost as
much ease as Fowler himself could tell a lie.
Being disappointed in his attempts to make a prisoner of Walter, the
consul’s clerk began to think of himself. He ran down the river-bank,
and presently reached the spot where Bob and the other convict were
keeping guard over somebody in a Panama hat and black suit, who was
seated in the stern of the boat.
“Is that you, Fowler?” demanded the ticket-of-leave man, impatiently. “I
was just going to push off. I have waited for you long enough. I caught
this fellow half an hour ago.”
“This fellow? What fellow?” demanded the clerk.
“Why, the paymaster, of course. Who else did I want to catch? I saw him
going along the lane, so I just jumped out and nabbed him.”
“Oh,” exclaimed Archie, for he it was who was seated in the stern of the
boat. “I wondered what you could want of me. Seeing that I am not the
fellow you’re after, you’ll let me go, won’t you?”
“Winters!” cried the clerk, in great amazement. “Now you have made a
mess of it, Bob. You’ve grabbed the wrong chap.”
“Jump in here,” replied the ticket-of-leave man, seizing the bow of the
boat preparatory to shoving off. “I know just what I’ve done. I got
orders from Waters.”
“But I tell you that you don’t know what you’ve done. I left the
paymaster and saw him go into the house not ten minutes ago,” insisted
Fowler. “This fellow is of no use to us.”
“Not a bit,” chimed in Archie. “If money is what you’re after I can’t
help you to a guinea. I am dead broke.”
The ticket-of-leave man let go of the boat, and straightening up looked
first at his fellow-convict and then at Fowler. “Well it’s his own
fault,” said he, after thinking a moment. “He had no business to have
them clothes and that hat on. What shall we do with him?”
“Let me go,” said Archie. “That’s all you can do with me.”
“Not by a long shot we won’t let you go,” replied the ticket-of-leave
man. “You’d talk too much when you got back to your friends. If I only
had a piece of rope, I’d tie him and leave him out in the bushes with
the others; but I ain’t got it. He’ll have to go with us; there’s no
other way. Jump in, Fowler. We’ve wasted too much time already. The
schooner must be a mile or two outside.”
Fowler picked up one of the oars, Bob and the other convict, having
pushed the boat away from the shore, sprang in and picked up two more,
while Archie, in obedience to orders, laid hold of the tiller ropes. He
did not remonstrate with his captors, for his past experience had taught
him that in circumstances like these words were useless. He devoted his
whole attention to steering the boat and looking out for the schooner.
They found her a mile outside of the mouth of the river, lying to and
waiting for them. Waters stormed a little at Fowler because so much
precious time had been wasted, and looked as though he wanted to swear
when he found that Bob had captured Archie instead of the paymaster; but
a few words from the ticket-of-leave man smoothed his ruffled temper,
and Archie was ordered below under guard.
This is the version of the story which Waters told Frank that night
during the latter’s watch. When it was finished the young captain said:
“I don’t see that you need Walter at all. You say that Bob is
experienced in such matters, and that he can easily work his way into
that safe with a hammer and a cold chisel.”
“I know that,” replied Waters, “and I know another thing, too: when
folks travel in this way, they generally carry their money in bills of
credit.”
“Well, what of it?” said Frank.
“Well,” repeated Waters, “we wanted the paymaster to get them cashed for
us.”
“He wouldn’t have done it.”
“I think he would. You could have made him do it easy enough.”
“And do you imagine that I would use my influence to induce him to turn
his uncle’s money over to you?”
“I do think just that. You’d do it sooner than see me raise a racket
like I did once aboard this very vessel, wouldn’t you? You wouldn’t like
to have me reach for you, would you?”
“Oho!” exclaimed Frank. “Then it appears that you intended to make use
of me in two different ways. Besides making me act as captain of the
schooner, you were going to hold me as a sort of hostage to compel
Walter to do as you wanted him to do.”
“That’s about the way I fixed it up in my own mind,” said Waters.
“If you intended to work on the paymaster’s feelings in that way, you
ought to have captured his brother,” said Frank. “That would have been
the surer way.”
“Never mind that. I know all about you and him too. You saved Eugene’s
life, and helped Walter out of the worst scrape he ever got into, and
they and their old uncle would give you the schooner if you asked for
it. The paymaster would do anything before he would see harm come to
you.”
By this time it was twelve o’clock. Frank called his cousin, and after
he had seen the watch relieved, he went below and tumbled in bed. He was
too excited to sleep much, and at the first peep of day he was up and
dressed. The first object on which his eyes rested as he stepped out of
his stateroom, was Waters’s burly form stretched out in front of the
cabin door. “He meant that I shouldn’t go on deck without waking him,”
thought Frank. “It is anything but agreeable to know that I can’t move
unless this ruffian is at my side.”
Frank seized the man by the shoulder and shook him roughly, intending to
tell him, when he awoke, that it was time he was going on deck to see
how things were working there; but the giant only breathed the harder,
and rolled from side to side on his mattress without once opening his
eyes. After spending five minutes in the vain effort to arouse him,
Frank opened the door, stepped over the prostrate figure and ascended to
the deck. They were alone on the deep. The schooner was bowling along
before a fine breeze, and there was not a sail in sight. Archie was
walking up and down in the waist with his hands in his pockets, and the
ticket-of-leave-man stood leaning against the rail close by, keeping
guard over him.
“How long has that man been at the wheel?” asked the young captain.
“Since three o’clock,” answered Archie. “I stood there myself until I
got so sleepy that I couldn’t hold her steady.”
Frank went aft to relieve the helmsman, who was one of the Stranger’s
crew. As he laid his hand upon the wheel the sailor saluted him
respectfully, but Frank paid no sort of attention to him. The man seemed
hurt by this direct cut. He glanced toward the waist, and seeing that
the eyes of Archie’s keeper were fastened upon him, he turned and
pointed over the stern towards the horizon, where a faint cloud of smoke
marked the path of a steamer.
“That may be a man-o’-war, sir,” said he, in a low tone, “but that ain’t
what I want to say to you. I’d give everything that’s coming to me from
this schooner if she was back where she belongs.”
“I wish she was there, too,” said Frank.
“We’re all sick of our bargain, sir, and we don’t see how we come to do
it,” continued the sailor, still pointing toward the cloud of smoke in
order to make Archie’s guard believe that he was talking about the
steamer in the distance. “If you want to take the ship, sir, we’ll all
stand by you if we lose our lives by it.”
“I don’t want to take the ship.”
“You’re afraid to trust us, ain’t you, sir?”
“Yes, I am. Men who will prove unfaithful once, will do so again.”
“What’s going on there between you two?” demanded the ticket-of-leave
man, suddenly.
“There’s a steamer over there,” replied Frank, “and Brown says it may be
a man-of-war.”
“Well, when he gets through saying it he’d better get away from there,”
returned Bob.
The man went, and Frank kept his place at the wheel until breakfast was
ready. All that morning he waited and watched for an opportunity to say
a word to Archie in private, but none was offered until after he had
taken his observation at noon. While he was busy with his chart, Archie
came into the cabin, apparently for the purpose of changing his coat,
but really to exchange a word or two with his cousin. He went into his
stateroom, pulled off the coat he had on, and came out with the other in
his hand.
“I have found out something,” said he, in a low tone, as he bent down
and looked over Frank’s shoulder.
The young captain glanced up hastily and saw that Waters was standing on
the quarter-deck, watching them closely through the open skylights. To
disarm the man’s suspicions, if he had any, Frank caught up his parallel
ruler, and began moving it about over the chart as if he were working
out a course.
“Be careful,” he whispered, earnestly. “Don’t look up. Waters has his
eyes on us. What have you found out?”
“That all our men are sorry for what they have done, and are ready to
make amends for it. Bob doesn’t watch me as closely as Waters does you,
and so I have had three or four chances to talk with them.”
“I wouldn’t trust them,” said Frank; and then he made some figures on a
slip of paper and handed it over to Archie, who examined it with a great
show of interest.
“I’ve found out another thing, too,” added Archie, shaking his head as
he handed the paper back, as if to imply that his cousin’s calculations
were not correct, “and that is, that Waters sleeps like a log. I was in
the cabin three times last night, and the first time I came in I
stumbled over him before I saw him and fell flat; but the noise I made
never awoke him.”
“I know he sleeps soundly,” returned Frank. “Now, Archie, let me say”—
“And another thing,” interrupted Archie, earnestly, “there are two
loaded revolvers in Uncle Dick’s bunk, under the foot of the mattress,
that these fellows don’t know anything about. I was pretty certain they
were there, so I went in last night and satisfied myself.”
“Let them stay there,” replied Frank. “They are of no use to us. Now,
Archie, while I have the chance, I want to tell you that I shall make no
attempt to take the vessel out of the hands of these scoundrels. As far
as I am concerned, I am ready for anything; but if danger should befall
you through me, what should I say to your father and mother when I get
home? I am responsible for you, in a certain sense, and I wish with all
my heart that you were safe ashore.”
“Do you take me for a little boy?” whispered Archie, almost indignantly.
“I am almost as old as you are, and I want you to understand that I am
able to take care of myself. You are not responsible for me in any way.
You may be glad that I am here before this voyage is ended.”
“What you two fellows talking about down there?” demanded Waters. “Your
heads are almost too close together to suit me. You had better come up
here, my little man.”
“It is his watch below,” said Frank, “I belong on deck myself.”
“Come up here, then.”
“I will as soon as I get through.”
“Then let the little one go to bed,” exclaimed Waters, in a louder tone,
which showed that he was getting angry; “I want you two apart; and if
you don’t get apart pretty quick I’ll come down there and separate you.”
Archie went into his stateroom, and closed the door behind him, while
Frank, having completed his calculations, ran up the ladder, and took
charge of the deck.
During the day everything passed off smoothly. The crew were obedient
and prompt, and the schooner was as well sailed as she would have been
had her lawful captain been on her quarter-deck. Just before dark some
interest was excited among those on board by the discovery of a large
steamer, which appeared to be following in their wake. Frank watched her
through his glass until the night shut her out from his view.
“Can you make her out?” asked Waters.
“No, I cannot,” answered Frank. “She is too far off.”
“Brown says she looks rather suspicious.”
“Well, he’s an old sailor, and ought to be able to tell a man-o’-war
from a merchantman, even at that distance.”
“If she is following us, what time will she come up with us?”
“About midnight, perhaps, if this wind holds.”
“Then look out for fun,” exclaimed Waters, striking his open palm with
his clenched hand. “We’ve all got two revolvers apiece; we’ve got all
the muskets belonging to the schooner piled up in the cabin, where we
can get our hands upon them at a moment’s notice; and,” he added,
jerking his thumb over his shoulder toward the twenty-four pounder,
“Brown says you’re the best fellow to work these guns that he ever saw.”
“I have had some experience with them,” said Frank.
“We’ll give the man-hunters a lively tussle,” added the convict.
“What will be the use of that?” asked Frank. “If you beat off her boats
when she sends them out to board us, she’ll open on us with her big guns
and sink us.”
“No matter. We’d sooner she’d do that than take us back. But ’spose now,
captain, that you knew that steamer was a war vessel, and that you was a
smuggler or something, who had reasons for keeping out of her way, what
would you do?”
“I should wait until it was pitch dark, and then I’d put out all lights,
come about, and sail right back to meet her,” said Frank, who had
already made up his mind that it would be better to put this plan into
operation than to risk a battle with the steamer if she should prove to
be a man-of-war. He knew that the convicts would fight desperately
before they would permit themselves to be taken back. Of course they
would be beaten and overpowered, as they deserved to be, but what would
become of himself and Archie in the meantime? How would the beautiful
little Stranger look after a broadside from the man-of-war? “I should,
of course, pass her at such a distance that she wouldn’t discover me,”
added Frank, “and at daylight we would be out of sight of each other.”
“That’s a regular Yankee trick,” exclaimed Waters. “Don’t you think you
had better try it?”
The young captain thought he had, and he did. The ruse was entirely
successful. They passed the steamer a little after eleven o’clock. They
could see the lights at her catheads, and hear the pounding of her
paddle-wheels, but their own vessel was invisible in the darkness. There
were no lamps to betray her to the watchful eyes of the steamer’s
lookout, for those in the cabin were shut out from view by a tarpaulin
which was thrown over the skylights, and the one in the binnacle threw
out only sufficient light to show the face of the compass. Waters
questioned the sailors, and they told him that the vessel was
undoubtedly a man-of-war. She showed too few lights for a passenger
steamer. Waters breathed easier when she was out of sight.
“Captain,” he exclaimed, taking Frank’s hand in his own, and giving it a
hearty gripe and shake, “if I had a thousand pounds of my own I’d as
soon give it to you as not. It takes Yankees to do things, after all.”
“That’s a fact,” said Archie. “We whipped you English gentlemen twice,
and we can do it again.”
Archie’s pert speeches seemed to afford the giant a world of amusement.
“Did you have a hand in it, my little man?” he asked, with a laugh.
“No,” replied Archie, slowly, “I didn’t. There was one little thing that
prevented me—a very little thing, and I have always been sorry for it.”
“What was that?” asked Waters.
“I wasn’t born.”
Everybody roared except Fowler, and he was angry.
Frank remained on deck till midnight, and then believing that all danger
of discovery had passed, he told Archie to have the tarpaulin removed
from the skylights, to send one watch below, and then go to bed himself.
“You go to bed,” replied Archie. “I am not at all sleepy, and I might as
well stay on deck as to roll about in my bunk for six hours. As for that
tarpaulin—if it will suit you as well, I will leave it where it is.”
“Why do you want to do that? It will be more cheerful with a little more
light on deck.”
“That’s just what’s the matter. I don’t want more light on deck.”
His cousin told him to do as he pleased about it, and having seen one of
the watches sent below, he went into the cabin, and lay down on his
bunk. It seemed to him that he had scarcely closed his eyes in sleep
when a hand was laid softly on his shoulder. He started up quickly, and
saw Archie standing by the side of his bunk with his finger on his lips.
“Not a word above your breath for your life,” whispered the latter,
whose face was as white as a sheet, and as he said it, he put something
into Frank’s hand. It was one of Uncle Dick’s revolvers. “It is loaded
and all ready for use,” whispered Archie. “I have done the worst part of
the work. The men are on deck and waiting, and all you have to do is to
tell them what your wishes are. I’m a little boy, am I, and you’re
responsible for me, are you? You wish I was ashore where I belong, don’t
you? We’ll have the schooner in five minutes more. Come out here, and
I’ll show you why I wanted the tarpaulin left over the skylights.”
All this was Greek to Frank, who, not yet fairly awake, sat up in his
bunk staring blankly, first at his cousin, and then at the revolver he
held in his hand; but when Archie laid hold of his arm, he sprang
lightly upon the floor and stepped out into the cabin.
CHAPTER X.
ARCHIE PROVES HIMSELF A HERO.
“Look there,” whispered Archie. “Could any little boy do that?”
Frank looked, and was greatly astonished at what he saw. There lay
Waters, fast asleep on his mattress in front of the cabin door, but he
was a prisoner, his hands and feet being securely ironed. Frank could
scarcely believe that his eyes were not deceiving him.
“That’s why I didn’t want the tarpaulin taken off the skylights,”
continued Archie. “Bob could have looked right down into the cabin and
seen everything I did. I slipped down here and put the irons on him and
never woke him up. It was the hardest piece of work I ever did, too,” he
added, drawing his hand across his forehead, on which the perspiration
stood in great beads.
Frank could well believe it. His cousin’s face bore unmistakable
evidence that the ordeal through which he had passed had been a most
trying one. What if the first touch of the cold irons had aroused the
giant from his slumbers! Archie probably never would have lived to tell
what he had attempted to do. He had more nerve than his cousin had ever
given him credit for.
“I am glad it is done,” continued Archie. “I don’t know whether I could
do it again or not. I’m afraid I couldn’t. I took his tools, too,” he
went on, drawing a huge revolver from each of the outside pockets of his
coat. “I’ll give you one and keep the other. The next thing is to make
sure of our friend Bob, and then we’ll pay our respects to the other
fellow on deck. He said he was tired, so I made him up a good bed and
told him to go to sleep on it.”
By this time Frank had fully recovered from his amazement and was
prepared to act. He saw the necessity of promptly completing the good
work so well begun. Without saying a word he opened the door, stepped
over the slumbering giant, and led the way to the quarter-deck. At the
head of the ladder he encountered the ticket-of-leave man.
“What have you been doing?” demanded the latter, addressing himself to
Archie. “I was just coming down after you. The next time you go down
there I want to know it, so that I can go with you, do you hear? I don’t
like the way you have been skipping about the vessel to-night, and I
won’t have any more of it.”
“All right,” said Archie. “I don’t see any reason that you should get on
a high horse simply because I went down to call the captain. Do you want
me to tell you when I want to wink or sneeze? Any man with half an eye
can see that the breeze is freshening. Hallo! What’s that over there?
Looks like something.”
While this conversation was going on, Frank had thrown back one corner
of the tarpaulin so that the light from the cabin lamps could shine
through the skylights. He had a dangerous piece of work to perform, and
he did not want to operate in the dark. As Bob turned to look at the
object which Archie pretended he had discovered off the weather beam,
Frank stepped quickly around the corner of the skylights and laid his
hand upon his shoulder. The ticket-of-leave man faced about and saw the
muzzle of a cocked revolver looking him squarely in the face. He saw
more. He saw three figures come out from the shadow of the galley, and
range themselves on both sides of him. They were the <DW64> cook, and two
of the sailors belonging to the crew of the Stranger. They all carried
handspikes, and their presence there indicated that Archie had neglected
no precautions to insure the complete success of his undertaking. How he
had managed to lay his plans so well when almost every move he made was
closely watched by his keeper, was a great mystery to his cousin.
The ticket-of-leave man shrank away from the muzzle of Frank’s revolver,
and brought his head in contact with another six-shooter with which
Archie had covered him on the opposite side. “Don’t shoot!” he gasped.
“We don’t intend to shoot, unless you make it necessary,” replied Frank.
“We have things all our own way now, and if you will quietly submit, we
will treat you as well as you have treated us with this exception: we
can’t allow you your liberty. Brown, you and the Doctor take hold of his
hands. Stevens, go through his pockets, and if you find any weapons
there, throw them overboard. Bob will have no further use for them.”
“Where’s Waters?” demanded the ticket-of-leave man, who showed a
disposition to resist when he saw Archie put up his revolver and draw a
pair of handcuffs from his pocket.
“He’s in the cabin, and in irons, too.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“That doesn’t trouble us any, for we know he is. He sleeps like a log,
as you are aware.”
[Illustration: ARCHIE RECAPTURES THE “STRANGER.”]
This was all Bob cared to hear. He knew now how the giant had been
secured, and without another word or the least show of resistance, he
allowed Archie to lock the irons about his wrists and ankles. This being
done, and the revolvers which Stevens found in his pockets having been
tossed over the side, the ticket-of-leave man was commanded to sit down
on the deck and remain there quietly under guard of the <DW64> cook,
while Frank and his companions went forward to secure the other
convicts. The one who belonged to the starboard watch was fast asleep on
the mattress which Archie had provided for him. He was ironed before he
was fairly awake, and was marched to the quarter-deck and ordered to sit
down by the side of the ticket-of-leave man. His revolvers were also
consigned to the care of Old Neptune, for Frank did not think it safe to
have too many of these dangerous weapons on board. The two convicts who
were asleep in the forecastle were also secured without difficulty. One
of them made a feeble resistance at first, but a sharp punch from
Brown’s handspike brought him to his senses. The work was all done in
five minutes, and then Frank and his cousin looked at each other and
drew a long breath of relief.
“This relieves me from answering a very disagreeable question,” said the
young captain—“one that I could not bear to think of; that is, what
would have become of Uncle Dick and the rest if we had been obliged to
take these fellows to ’Frisco, and what would we have done with the
schooner after we got there? I thought our voyage was ended sure
enough.”
The two convicts in the forecastle having been secured, Frank ordered
them on deck and marched them into the cabin, picking up Bob and his
companion on the way. Waters was still fast asleep on his mattress, and
each of the prisoners gave him a hearty kick as he stepped over him.
This finally aroused the giant, who started up with an angry exclamation
on his lips, but he sank back on his mattress again when he saw Brown
standing over him with uplifted handspike. Then his eyes wandered to his
companions, who in obedience to Frank’s orders had seated themselves in
a row against the after bulkhead, and from them they came back to the
irons on his wrists and ankles. Archie expected him to go into a perfect
tempest of fury, but Waters did nothing of the kind. He had probably had
the bracelets on him often enough to know that they render a man utterly
powerless for mischief. He leaned his elbow on the mattress and rested
his head on his hand. “Who done it, cap’n?” he asked.
“I did,” replied Archie.
“You!” exclaimed the giant. He ran his eyes over Archie’s slender little
figure, and then looked down at his own colossal proportions. “Well,
you’re the pluckiest little chap I ever saw. There isn’t a man in
Tasmania who could be hired to do such a thing. Did you know that you
ran the biggest kind of a risk?”
“I did, but I took the chances.”
“I might have knowed that I’d have some Yankee trick or another played
on me before I got through with this business,” growled Waters.
“Get up and sit with the rest,” said Archie. “You are right in the way
there.”
He hardly expected that the giant would obey, but he did, and that, too,
without an instant’s hesitation. He arose and took his place with his
companions, who at once began to upbraid him for being the cause of
their misfortunes. “If he had not slept so soundly, that little Yankee
never would have thought of putting irons on him,” they said. “Why
couldn’t he keep one eye about half open when he knew that his liberty
was the price of vigilance?” Waters replied in an angry tone, and the
debate grew hotter and louder until Frank commanded silence.
“We’re not going to have bedlam here,” said he, emphatically. “If you
want to stay in the cabin you must keep quiet; if you don’t you’ll all
go in the brig.”
“What’s the matter out there?” demanded a voice from one of the
staterooms.
“Oh! my young cockney friend, is that you?” exclaimed Archie. “We’ve got
something to show you; here it is.”
Once more Frank had occasion to wonder at the forethought displayed by
his cousin. The latter raised one corner of the cloth that covered the
table, and brought out a pair of handcuffs, with which he went into the
clerk’s stateroom. At the sight of the irons Fowler bounded out of his
bunk, and made an effort to thrust Archie aside so that he could run out
into the cabin.
“Easy, easy,” exclaimed Archie, standing his ground in spite of the
clerk’s efforts to push him away; “it will do no good to raise a rumpus
now.”
“What’s the meaning of this, and where’s Waters?” demanded Fowler, as
soon as he could speak.
“It means that you have had charge of the vessel long enough,” answered
Archie. “Our little pleasure trip is ended now, and we are going back to
Hobart Town. If you want to see Waters, there he is.”
Archie stepped aside so that Fowler could look out into the cabin. The
latter was almost overwhelmed by the sight that met his gaze.
“You might as well give in, Gus,” said the giant. “The Yankees have the
upper hand.”
“Don’t put those things on me,” cried the clerk. “I won’t do a thing.
I—I—”
“Of course,” interrupted Archie. “I know all about it; but you can’t be
trusted, and it must be done.”
It was done, too. The clerk resisted and remonstrated, but all to no
purpose. With the Doctor’s assistance the irons were put on, and Fowler
was led out into the cabin, and commanded to sit down with the rest.
The enemy were now all secured, and Frank had the vessel to himself. He
meant to keep her, too, so he lost no time in providing for any
emergency that might arise. He knew that his prisoners would not permit
themselves to be carried back to Hobart Town if they could help it, and
if the opportunity were presented, they would make a desperate effort to
regain control of the schooner. If Frank had had full confidence in his
crew, he would have felt no uneasiness whatever; but there were the
three foremast hands, who had once betrayed their trust! True, they had
repented, and assisted him in securing the convicts; but might they not
also repent of that act, and try to undo it? There was no dependence to
be placed in such men. There was one he could trust, and that was the
Doctor. Him Frank armed with a loaded musket, and placed as a guard over
the convicts, with instructions to shoot the first one who made any
effort to free himself from his irons. Then he went on deck, feeling
perfectly safe.
Frank’s first care was to bring the schooner about, and shape her course
toward Hobart Town, as nearly as he could guess at it, and his next to
put it out of the power of the convicts to do any great damage, even if
they should succeed in freeing themselves from their irons, and gaining
a footing on deck. He and Archie had possession of the only loaded
firearms on board, and he did not intend that anybody else should get
any without considerable trouble. The mess-chests were emptied of the
pots and pans they contained, and the muskets and other small arms
belonging to the vessel being packed away in them, the chests were
closed and locked. The keys were hidden where no one but himself would
ever think of looking for them, and the lids were further secured by
being nailed down. The keys to the magazine, which were kept hung up in
Uncle Dick’s stateroom, were also concealed, and then Frank told himself
that he was master of the vessel. If Waters and his companions should
succeed in regaining their liberty, either by stratagem or through the
treachery of some of the crew, they would find nothing but handspikes
and belaying-pins to fight with, and he and Archie, with their brace of
revolvers apiece, could easily overcome them.
When he went into the cabin he told himself that he had been wise in
taking all these precautions, for Waters had already been trying to
bribe the guard to procure a key and release him. He had offered him a
thousand pounds for the service.
“Whar’s you gwine to get so much money to give dis niggah?” the Doctor
was saying just as Frank came in.
“Oh, it’s in the strong box,” replied Waters, not at all abashed by the
presence of the captain.
“Dat money in dar ’longs to Cap’n Gaylord,” said the Doctor. “’Pears
like you’s makin’ mighty free wid oder folk’s money.”
“Go on, Waters,” said Frank. “You told me not to tamper with the men,
and I didn’t; but I’ll give you permission to try all your arts on the
Doctor. He’s true blue.”
“I call him black,” said Waters.
The Doctor laughed heartily at this joke, and Frank, after glancing at
each of the prisoners in turn, went on deck satisfied that he had left
them in safe hands. He did not go to bed again that night, and neither
did Archie. They and the Doctor relieved one another every two hours in
keeping watch over the prisoners; and when not on guard, they stood
alternate tricks at the wheel in order to give the three foremast hands
a chance to rest.
“Have me and my mates made amends for striking hands with them fellows,
cap’n?” asked Brown, when Frank went aft to take his place at the helm.
“Yes, I think you have,” was the answer.
“What will the old man do with us when we get to port?” continued Brown.
“I don’t know. If I were in his place, I should call the thing square.
You helped take the vessel, but you helped get her back again, and so
you’re even.”
“If you was the cap’n would you take us back into the crew again?”
“Yes, I would.”
“You wouldn’t mind saying that much to the old man, would you, sir? We
want a chance to show him how sorry we are.”
Frank replied that he would bear the matter in mind, and the repentant
sailor went forward feeling as if a mountain had been removed from his
shoulders. The other two approached Frank on the same subject, at the
first opportunity, and were both sent away with the assurance that Uncle
Dick should hear a full account of the services they had rendered, and
if a word of recommendation from himself and Archie would benefit them
in any way, they should certainly have it. While he was at the wheel his
cousin came up.
“I declare, it seems delightful to be able to talk to you once more
without having some one around to hear what I say,” exclaimed the
latter. “I hope we shall always get out of the scrapes we get into as
easily as we got out of this.”
“You have done wonders,” answered Frank. “The honor all belongs to you,
and I hope no one will rob you of any portion of it.”
“Who’s going to rob me,” demanded Archie.
“Why, after what has been done, we ought to take the vessel and these
prisoners back to Hobart Town without help from anybody. But if that
steamer we saw last night was a man-o’-war—and I think she was, for she
didn’t show lights enough for a merchantman—she will soon discover the
trick we played upon her, and be back after us.”
“Well, suppose she does come back after us! She’ll not trouble us. There
is no need of it, for we are in a position to take care of ourselves.”
“You’ll see,” said Frank. “Her captain probably has orders to take
charge of the vessel, and if he comes up with us he’ll do it.”
Archie did see, and so did Frank. Shortly after daylight, while the
latter was taking his turn guarding the prisoners, Archie suddenly
appeared at the head of the companion-ladder and shouted:
“Here she comes. Shall I send the Doctor down to relieve you?”
Frank replied in the affirmative, and when the Doctor came down, he
hurried to the deck. The steamer they had seen the night before was a
little way in advance of them, and about three miles distant. She was
following a course almost at right angles with the one the Stranger was
pursuing, and that looked as if it was her intention to intercept the
schooner.
“When I first saw the smoke, she was bearing away to the southwest,”
said Archie. “Then the mist lifted a little, and when she caught sight
of us, she changed her course at once. That means business, doesn’t it?”
Frank was quite sure it did. He went down into the cabin after Uncle
Dick’s trumpet, and wanted to see what the steamer was going to do. When
she had approached within half a mile, the English flag was run up to
the peak, and all her broadside ports were dropped. Through their
glasses the boys could see that her crew were at quarters.
“She couldn’t make greater preparations if she were about to come
alongside a hostile frigate,” said Archie. “I wish she’d sheer off and
let us alone. She is of no use here.”
“Brown, show that captain that we float a prettier flag than he does,”
said Frank.
Brown hurried to the signal-chest, and presently a little round ball,
that one could almost cover with his hands, went travelling up to the
Stranger’s peak. Then a little twitch with one of the halliards
unfastened the bundle, and the American colors streamed out to the
breeze. The young captain was as proud of that flag as the English
commander was of his.
Having placed himself directly across the schooner’s path, the steamer
stopped her engines, and presently her whistle was blown three times.
Frank replied by bringing his vessel up into the wind, this being a
signal that the British captain had something to say to him.
“What schooner is that?” shouted a hoarse voice from the steamer’s deck.
“The Stranger, bound to Hobart Town,” replied Frank, through his
trumpet.
“I’ll send a boat aboard of you,” shouted the voice.
“Very good, sir,” said Frank.
“I don’t think it is very good,” exclaimed Archie. “I think it is very
bad. We’ve got to give up the vessel now, and we’ll be taken into port
as if we were prisoners ourselves.”
“We’ll have the satisfaction of going in under our own flag,” said
Frank, “you may depend upon that.”
“Won’t you haul it down if they tell you to do so?”
“By no means. We are not prisoners of war. If an English officer sails
our craft into port, he will do it with our flag floating over him.”
“Perhaps he will haul it down himself.”
“Perhaps he will, and then again perhaps he won’t touch it. Did you
never hear about those young English middies who pulled down the flag
that was floating over the American consulate in Honolulu? They put it
back again in short order, and with an apology, too.”
The steamer’s boat came in sight while this conversation was going on,
and Archie, who levelled his glass at it, informed his cousin that there
were two officers sitting in the stern sheets, and that it was crowded
with men, who were all armed. It came alongside in a few minutes, and
the old gray-headed lieutenant who was in charge looked a little
surprised when Frank handed the man-ropes to him. He had doubtless
expected a very different reception. He clambered aboard, followed by
his men, who handled their weapons nervously, and looked all about as if
expecting an attack from some quarter. The expression of astonishment
their faces wore was reflected in the countenances of their officers,
who acted as if they thought they had got a little out of their
reckoning.
“Are you the captain, sir?” asked the gray-headed lieutenant, returning
Frank’s salute.
“At present, yes, sir.”
“There must be some mistake,” continued the officer. “We are in search
of the American yacht Stranger, who is reported to have been seized by
escaped convicts and taken to sea.”
“This is the vessel, sir, but I am glad to say that the convicts no
longer have control of her. They are safe under guard in the cabin. Step
this way, if you please.”
The officer, lost in wonder, followed Frank into the cabin, and his
astonishment increased when he saw the convicts seated in a row before
him, and all securely ironed. “How did you ever manage to do this,
captain?” he asked.
“It was done before they knew what was going on,” replied Frank.
“How did you get the irons on Waters?”
“They were put on while he was asleep.”
“While he was _asleep_!” exclaimed the officer.
“That’s the gospel truth,” said Waters. “It couldn’t have been done no
other way. The Yankees didn’t give us no chance at all.”
“They probably knew you too well. My orders are to leave an officer and
crew in charge of the yacht, and to take the prisoners aboard our own
vessel,” added the lieutenant, turning to Frank.
“I protest against such a proceeding, sir,” said the young captain,
quickly. “Your government has a claim upon these prisoners, but it has
no claim whatever upon this yacht. With the crew I have, I am able to
take care of her myself.”
The lieutenant drew himself up and looked at Frank without speaking.
CHAPTER XI.
AN OBSTINATE CAPTAIN.
Frank now began to see that he had been mistaken in the mental estimate
he had made of one of the two officers who came off in the steamer’s
boat. The midshipman, whose name was Kendall, as he afterwards learned,
he had put down as a conceited young prig, who would have made a
first-rate companion for the consul’s clerk; and his conduct a few
minutes later gave Frank no reason to change his opinion. The
gray-headed lieutenant he had supposed to be a gentleman, but on that
point he now began to have some doubts. The officer seemed to be greatly
astonished at the audacity Frank exhibited in presuming to object to
anything he might see fit to do. He drew himself up, and stared at the
young captain in a way that was perfectly insulting, and made the latter
all the more determined to stick to the course he had marked out for
himself.
“I am sailing-master of this craft,” said Frank, “and in the absence of
my superior have a right to command her.”
“Her Majesty’s officers are in the habit of obeying any orders they may
receive,” returned the lieutenant, loftily.
“But those orders were given to you under the supposition that the
lawful crew of this vessel were in need of your assistance,” replied
Frank. “When we passed you last night we should have been glad of your
help; but now we are in a situation to take care of ourselves.”
“Why did you not hail us when you passed us last night?” asked the
midshipman.
“Because Waters and his friends had full control of the schooner, and I
had no desire to be pitched overboard,” answered Frank.
“If you had been a brave young man, you would have done your duty at all
hazards. But I do not wish to waste any more time in argument. Mr.
Kendall,” said the lieutenant, turning to the midshipman, “select ten
men from that boat’s crew, and remain in charge of the yacht. Follow in
our wake when we steam away for Hobart Town.”
The young officer saluted, and hurried up the ladder to obey these
orders, while the lieutenant turned to the prisoners, and commanded them
to get up and go on deck. Frank followed them up the companion-way, and
when he reached the top, was surprised to find Mr. Kendall and Archie
engaged in an angry war of words. He had no trouble in guessing at the
cause of it. He looked toward the stern, and saw Brown standing there
with the color halliards in his hand, and the colors themselves were
partly hauled down.
“I want you to understand that I command this yacht now,” said Mr.
Kendall, shaking his clenched hand at Archie.
“I don’t dispute it, do I?” returned the latter.
“Then why do you countermand my orders?” demanded the midshipman.
“Brown!” exclaimed Frank, sharply, “run that flag up to the peak where
it belongs. Belay the halliards and go for’ard.”
“There!” said Archie, turning to the officer; “I hope you are satisfied
now that that flag was put there to stay.”
“Captain,” said the midshipman, trying to speak calmly, although it was
plain to be seen that he was very angry, “_I_ ordered those colors
hauled down.”
“There is not a man in my crew who will obey an order of that kind,”
replied Frank.
“But I am in command now, and I don’t sail under that flag.”
“All right, sir. Haul it down yourself, if you wish to take the
responsibility.”
The young officer knew better than to do that. He bit his lips and
looked towards his superior, who seemed to be utterly confounded by the
turn affairs were taking. “I call this a very extraordinary proceeding,
captain,” said he, at length.
“Not at all, sir,” replied Frank. “If you regard our vessel as a prize
and ourselves as prisoners, you have the power to act accordingly; but
it will be useless to ask us to smooth the way for you.”
“No, no!” exclaimed the lieutenant, quickly; “you don’t understand the
matter at all. We expected to find the convicts in charge of your yacht,
and to have a fight with them before we could recover possession of
her.”
“Your expectations were not realized,” said Frank. “We saved you all
trouble.”
“Perhaps I had better return and ask further instructions from my
captain,” continued the officer, after thinking a moment. “Mr. Kendall,
you will remain in charge until you receive other orders.”
So saying, the lieutenant ordered the convicts into his boat, jumped in
himself, and pushed off towards his own vessel, leaving a very
unsociable company on board the schooner. During the half hour that
followed not a word was exchanged between any of them, except by the two
cousins. The midshipman planked the weather side of the quarter-deck in
solitary state; his men were gathered in a group on the forecastle; and
the crew of the Stranger stood in the waist, Frank and Archie leaning
against the rail a little apart from the others, so that they could
exchange opinions without being overheard. At the end of the half hour
the steamer’s boat came in sight again, and when she had drawn up
alongside, the coxswain handed a note to the midshipman. The contents,
whatever they were, evidently surprised and enraged the officer, who, in
a very gruff voice, ordered his men to tumble into the boat, then jumped
in himself and shoved off without saying a word to Frank.
“Does that mean that you are in command once more?” asked Archie.
“I don’t know, but I’ll take the risk,” was the reply.
As soon as the midshipman’s boat was clear of the side, the Stranger
filled away on her course and dashed across the bow of the steamer, her
flag flaunting defiantly in the faces of the English blue jackets, who
watched her as she flew by. Neither of the cousins said a word until
they were safely out of hearing of the people on the steamer’s deck, and
then Archie’s patriotism bubbled over, and he struck up “Unfurl the
Glorious Banner,” and sang it through to the end.
“You’d better haul it down now,” said Frank, when the song was
concluded, “or you’ll not have any flag to rave about very long. The
breeze will whip it into ribbons in a few minutes more.”
It was the Stranger’s holiday flag, and they could not afford to lose
it; so Archie pulled it down and packed it away in the signal-chest,
handling it as tenderly as though the flag could appreciate the care he
bestowed upon it.
As soon as the steamer’s boat was hoisted at the davits she turned her
bow towards Hobart Town, and before night was out of sight in the
distance. When the sun set, Frank called up his crew to shorten sail. He
knew nothing whatever about the coast he was approaching, and was afraid
to get too close to it in the dark. He and Archie kept a bright lookout
all that night, and as soon as day began to dawn all sail was hoisted
again, and the Stranger once more sped merrily on her way. The smoke of
a steamer was seen in the distance, but Frank did not take a second look
at it until an hour or two afterwards, when Brown announced that it was
a tug, and that she was headed directly towards the schooner.
“She ain’t coming out to tow us in, sir,” said the sailor, “’cause she
knows that we don’t want help with such a breeze as this. I shouldn’t
wonder if your friends were aboard of her, sir.”
After hearing this, Frank began to take some interest in the movements
of the tug. He kept his glass directed toward her, and presently
discovered a group of persons standing on her hurricane-deck. A quarter
of an hour later he could see that they were signalling to him with
their handkerchiefs; and finally the two vessels approached so near to
each other that he could see the faces of those composing the group.
Then he recognized Uncle Dick, his friend Mr. Wilbur, the two trappers,
and the Club. They had probably learned from the captain of the steamer
that the Stranger was safe and approaching Hobart Town as swiftly as the
breeze could drive her, but they were so impatient to see her and their
missing companions once more that they could not wait until she arrived
in port, and so had chartered a tug and started out to meet her. Frank
and Archie were delighted at the prospect of the reunion which was soon
to take place, but the three sailors looked rather gloomy over it. They
could not bear to meet the captain they had wronged.
As soon as the tug arrived abreast of the vessel she began to round to,
and Frank threw the Stranger up into the wind to wait for her to come
alongside. When her bow touched the schooner, the delighted members of
the Club scrambled over the rail like so many young pirates, and greeted
the cousins in the most boisterous manner. The older members of the
party followed more leisurely and were not quite so demonstrative,
although it was plain that they were quite as glad to see Frank and
Archie once more as the Club were.
In obedience to a sign from Uncle Dick the tug steamed off toward Hobart
Town, the Stranger filled away on her course, and then the party went
into the cabin to talk over the events of the last few days. Frank first
told the story of the seizure of the schooner, as he had heard it from
the lips of the convict, and described how they had recovered possession
of her, giving Archie all the credit for the exploit, as he was in duty
bound to do. He laid a good deal of stress on the services rendered by
the Doctor, and said all he could in praise of the three foremast hands;
but when he proposed that they should be retained as if nothing had
happened, Uncle Dick shook his head.
“That will hardly do, Frank,” said he. “As far as I am concerned, I
should not hesitate to keep them and trust them as I did before; but we
should have no peace if I did. The rest of the men have threatened to
take vengeance on them, and every time their liberty was granted there
would be trouble, which would probably end in all the crew finding their
way into the lockup. I think I had better discharge them.”
Of course that settled the matter. Frank was sorry, for he believed that
the three foremast hands were ready to make amends for their misconduct
by every means in their power; but he saw the force of the captain’s
reasoning, and so he said no more about it.
In accordance with Frank’s request, Uncle Dick then told how he had
first discovered the loss of the schooner. He and his friend, Mr.
Wilbur, had returned from their ride about nine o’clock, he said, and
had gone to bed believing that everything was just as it should be. He
never troubled himself about his vessel when he was ashore, for he knew
that his officers were able to take care of her.
Just before daylight, the sailors whom Fowler had sent off on that
wild-goose chase, came back, having been lost for hours in the bush.
They had found the station which Fowler had described to them, and were
surprised to learn that no arrangements for a race had ever been made
there. Believing that they were the victims of a practical joke they
were very indignant, and promised one another that they would square
yards with the consul’s clerk before another twenty-four hours had
passed over their heads. They put their horses into the inclosure where
they found them, went down the bank to hail the schooner for a boat, and
were amazed to find that she was gone. Far from suspecting that there
was anything wrong, they believed that Uncle Dick had taken Mr. Wilbur
and his family out for the excursion that had been so long talked of;
and knowing that if this was the case, some of the herdsmen could tell
them all about it, they returned to the house and pounded loudly upon
the door. The summons was answered by Uncle Dick in person, and the
bluejackets were as surprised to see him as he was to learn of the
discovery they had just made. An investigation was ordered at once, and
it resulted in the finding of the two officers and the rest of the crew,
whom the convicts had left bound and gagged in the bushes on the bank.
Uncle Dick did not wait to hear the whole of the story that Mr. Baldwin
had to tell; a very few words were enough to let him into the secret of
the matter. Accompanied by Mr. Wilbur he set out on horseback for Hobart
Town, and the police commissioner being hunted up, the matter was
explained to him. That gentleman informed his visitors that there was no
war steamer nearer than Melbourne, but she should be sent for at once,
and Uncle Dick might go home fully assured that his vessel would be
returned to him in a very few days, unless she was burnt or sunk by her
convict crew before the man-of-war could come up with her. Uncle Dick,
however, did not go home, and neither did Mr. Wilbur. They both remained
at Hobart Town and boarded every vessel that came in, to inquire if
anything had been seen of the Stranger; but they could gain no tidings
of her, and Uncle Dick began to be seriously alarmed. He did not fear
for the safety of his vessel—he scarcely thought of her—but he did fear
for Frank and his cousin. He remembered what had transpired shortly
after Waters and his three friends were rescued from the breakers, and
he knew that they had two objects in view when they captured the vessel.
One was to regain their liberty, and the other was to make themselves
rich by stealing the contents of the strong box. They might succeed in
regaining their liberty, if they could elude the war-vessel that had
gone in pursuit of them, but they would never make themselves rich as
they hoped. There were not more than twenty-five pounds in the safe.
When the Stranger was hauled into the dry-docks, Walter had deposited
every cent of the vessel’s funds in the bank; and all there was in the
strong box now was a little of his own and Eugene’s pocket-money, which
they had put in there for safe keeping. Uncle Dick did not like to think
what would happen when Waters discovered this fact. Beyond a doubt he
would be very angry, and if he acted as he had done on a former
occasion, when he allowed his rage to get the better of him, what would
become of Frank and his cousin?
“While I was worrying about that it never occurred to me that _you_ were
man enough to take care of him,” added Uncle Dick, nodding to Archie.
“I declare it beats anything I ever heard of,” said Featherweight. “I
didn’t know you had so much pluck.”
“If you had seen me while I was doing it and after it was done, you
wouldn’t give me so much credit,” replied Archie. “I don’t think I was
ever before so badly frightened.”
Uncle Dick then went on to say that the war-steamer had returned to
Hobart Town about ten o’clock on the morning of the previous day. He and
Mr. Wilbur boarded her as soon as she touched the quay, and sought an
interview with her commander, who put all their fears at rest by telling
them that he had the convicts safe under guard, and that he had left the
Stranger in the hands of those who seemed fully competent to take care
of her. Uncle Dick was astonished beyond measure to learn how completely
the boys had turned the tables upon their captors, and could hardly
believe it until he was told that Waters himself had confirmed the
story. The English commander further stated that he would have brought
the yacht into port under convoy, had it not been for the obstinacy of
her captain. Frank having hoisted his colors would not take them down,
and as he had no right to do it, and his officers could not be expected
to sail under a foreign flag, he had left the Stranger to take care of
herself. Uncle Dick laughed when he came to this part of his story, and
Frank knew by the stinging slap he received on the back that he had done
just as the old sailor himself would have done under the same
circumstances.
The schooner sailed into port about three o’clock that afternoon, and as
soon as she was made fast to the quay, the three foremast hands were
called into the cabin and paid off. Uncle Dick gave the same reasons for
discharging them that he had given Frank, and the sailors accepted the
situation without a word of complaint. They took a sorrowful leave of
the captain and each of the Club, and the boys never saw them again
after they went over the side with their bags and hammocks.
When the tide turned the Stranger left the harbor again, Uncle Dick on
the quarter-deck and the Club acting as the crew, and in a few hours
dropped anchor in her old berth near Mr. Wilbur’s house. The sailors and
the herdsmen, who had gathered in a body on the bank to see her come in,
greeted her with cheers, and when the cutter went ashore with Uncle Dick
and the rest, the blue jackets crowded into it with an eagerness that
did not escape the notice of their officers. They expected to find Brown
and his two companions on board the schooner, and if they had found them
there, it is probable that there would have been trouble directly. When
they learned from the Doctor that the three men had been discharged at
Hobart Town, a select party of six, among whom were Lucas and Barton,
was appointed to go to the city, hunt them up, and give them a vigorous
trouncing. But this fine scheme was defeated at the outset, for when the
selected six went aft with their caps in their hands to ask their
liberty, Mr. Baldwin informed them that not a man would be allowed to
leave the vessel. The disappointed blue jackets growled lustily among
themselves, but that did not help the matter.
The next day Mr. Wilbur and his family came aboard, the sails were
hoisted, and the Stranger sailed away with them. They spent a week in
cruising along the coast, stopping at various points of interest, and
then returned to their old anchorage. After that more provisions and
water were hoisted in, three American sailors, whom Uncle Dick found
stranded at Hobart Town, were shipped to supply the places of those who
had been discharged, and the schooner began her voyage to Natal.
This proved to be the pleasantest part of their trip around the world,
so far as the weather was concerned. The topsails were spread at the
start, and were scarcely touched until the shores of Africa were in
sight. Of course the voyage was monotonous, for books were scarce, and
almost every topic of conversation had been worn threadbare. The plans
they had laid for their campaign in Africa had been discussed until they
were heartily tired of them, and it was only when Uncle Dick could be
prevailed upon to relate some of the adventures that had befallen him
during the three years he had spent in the wilds of that almost unknown
country, that the boys exhibited any interest at all. The welcome cry
“Land, ho!” from the masthead aroused them, and sent them up to the
crosstrees with their field-glasses in their hands. They were all
impatient to get ashore—all except the two trappers. The latter seemed
to have forgotten the most of their old fears by this time, and to be
quite as much at home in the forecastle as they were in the mountains
and on the prairie. They had come to realize that they were in no danger
of falling off among the clouds when they reached the under side of the
earth, and were fully convinced that the phantom ship, the Flying
Dutchman, the whale that swallowed Jonah, and the monstrous “quids”
which had so excited their terror, had no existence except in the brains
of the foremast hands; but they knew that there were such things as
elephants, lions, and tigers, for they had heard Uncle Dick and Frank
say so. They did not care to meet any of these monsters, and they
approached the coast with fear and trembling. Perhaps if the Club had
known just what was in store for them, they also would have felt a
little less enthusiasm.
CHAPTER XII.
BUYING AN OUTFIT.
On the afternoon of the same day that land was discovered from the
masthead, the Stranger sailed into the port of Natal. As soon as the
anchor was dropped the gig was called away, and Uncle Dick was rowed
ashore, where he remained so long that the boys began to grow impatient
and uneasy; but finally, to their great relief, they saw him coming back
again, and they saw, too, that there was a trunk in the bow of the boat,
and that a stranger was seated in the stern-sheets beside Uncle Dick—a
tall, gray-headed man, with a weather-beaten face and mutton-chop
whiskers. While they were wondering who he could be, the boat came
alongside, and Uncle Dick and his companion sprang on board. “Mr.
Baldwin,” said the captain, “have this trunk taken into the forecastle,
and give this man a bunk there. Then get under way at once.”
“Under way,” repeated Walter. “What is the matter?”
“Nothing at all,” was the reply. “Come down into the cabin, and I will
tell you what I have done since I went ashore.”
The boys followed, lost in wonder. The order to get under way, when they
had fully expected that the schooner would remain at her present
anchorage for six or eight months, surprised them greatly; but the
captain explained it in a few words.
“While I was ashore I had the good fortune to meet an English colonel
who has just returned from a hunting trip in the interior,” said he. “He
has an outfit that he wants to sell, having no further use for it, and
which is just the thing we want—a span of oxen, a wagon, a dozen
‘salted’ horses, and a whole armory of double-barrelled rifles. If they
suit us we will buy them all in a lump, and that will save us two or
three weeks’ time.”
The boys had read enough to know that a “span” of oxen was six yoke, and
that a “salted” horse was an animal which had had the distemper and been
cured of it. Such horses were hard to find, and it sometimes required
considerable urging, and the display of a good deal of money, to induce
their owners to part with them after they were found, for they were
considered to be proof against the diseases which were so prevalent in
the interior. Many a sportsman had the boys read of, who, when a
thousand miles from the coast and in the midst of a fine hunting
country, had suddenly found himself without a nag to ride, all his
animals having been carried off by the distemper. Had he taken the
precaution to purchase “salted” horses, he would not have been in so
much danger of being placed in this disagreeable situation. True, the
lions might kill his stock, or it might die for want of water; but these
were perils that could oftentimes be averted by a little extra care and
forethought.
“This outfit is at Grahamstown,” continued Uncle Dick, “and we are going
down to take a look at it. This man I brought off with me is a
Scotchman, named McGregor. He used to be a transport-rider.”
“What is a transport-rider, and where is Grahamstown?” asked Eugene.
“Grahamstown is a few miles farther down the coast, and the point from
which the most of the trading expeditions start for the interior. It is
to Cape Colony what St. Joe and Independence used to be to our own
country. A transport-rider is a teamster, who makes a business of
carrying goods from one settlement to another. This man, McGregor, made
a little money in that way, then went to trading and lost his last cent.
It wouldn’t surprise me much if we should sink all the capital we put
into the business, either,” said Uncle Dick, with a cheerful wink at the
Club.
“How did he lose his money?” asked George.
“He lost the cattle he received in exchange for his merchandise,”
answered Uncle Dick. “One drove died of thirst while crossing the
desert, and the other was stolen by the natives, who came very near
making an end of McGregor at the same time.”
“Why do you think you will lose your money?” asked Walter.
“Oh, because there’s trouble brewing between the Dutch farmers, who are
called Boers, and their sworn enemies, the Griquas; and when they get at
swords’ points, as they do about twice every year, they make it very
unpleasant for travellers, and especially for traders. They are so
cowardly that they seldom come to blows, but if they catch a stranger in
their country, he is almost sure to suffer. Each side is afraid that he
will lend aid and comfort to the other, and consequently both treat him
as an enemy. If he passes through the country of the Griquas, they
think, or pretend to think, that he has been selling munitions of war to
the Boers, and straightway rob him of all he has; and if the Boers find
any extra guns in his wagon, or more powder than the law allows, they
accuse him of selling contraband articles to their enemies, and
confiscate what he has left. We have come at the wrong time, and in that
respect we are unfortunate. In other ways I think we are very lucky. We
are lucky in finding this outfit, and in securing the services of
McGregor. He knows the country thoroughly, and is capable of acting as
interpreter. Having been a trader, he is experienced, and so we will
give the management of our expedition entirely into his hands.”
“So we’re bound to be fleeced by one side or the other, are we?” said
Walter.
“It looks that way now. Shall we give up the journey and go home?”
“No, sir!” cried all the boys at once.
“We have come so far around the world on purpose to see something of
life in Africa,” exclaimed Eugene. “It was in our minds when we started,
and we have abandoned other plans we have laid in order that we might
carry out this part of our programme. It would be a pretty thing now if
we should be frightened away by a few <DW64>s and Dutchmen.”
“Hear! hear!” cried the rest of the Club.
“All right. We’ll go on,” said Uncle Dick.
And they did go on. They reached Grahamstown early the next morning, and
McGregor (the boys had become familiar enough with him by this time to
call him “Mack”) struck a bargain with the English colonel’s agent in
less than an hour after he got ashore. The outfit he purchased comprised
everything our travellers could possibly need during their journey
except provisions, merchandise, and ammunition. It comprised a good many
things, too, for which they did not think they should find any use, and
some which they thought were entirely unnecessary, such as camp-stools,
easy-chairs, mattresses, and a carpet to cover the floor of the tent in
which the colonel and his companions had lived like princes. The boys
laughed when they saw these things, and told one another that no one but
a very wealthy man could be a hunter if English notions were carried
out. They had spent months on the prairie with no more luggage than they
could carry on their backs, and they had lived well, too, and enjoyed
themselves.
“The colonel ought to have had just one more thing, and then he would
have been very comfortably fixed,” said Archie; “that is a bath-tub.”
“Just look here!” cried Frank, as he drew one of the double-barrelled
rifles from its holster. “There’s no one in our party who can use this
weapon. It was made for a giant.”
It was an elephant gun, the first the boys had ever seen, and it was a
great curiosity to them. It was so heavy that when Frank raised it to
his shoulders and glanced along the barrels, it required the outlay of
all his strength to hold it steady. His little Maynard, which weighed
just eight pounds and was warranted to throw a ball a thousand yards,
would have looked like a pop-gun beside it.
The guns were not the only things in their new outfit that the boys
found to wonder at. The wagon, and the oxen that were to draw it during
a four or five months’ journey, if they should be fortunate enough to
escape the lions so long, demanded a good share of their attention. The
wagon was a huge, clumsy-looking affair—the largest thing the boys had
ever seen mounted on wheels. It was eighteen feet long, four feet wide,
and looked heavy enough to tax the strength of the oxen even when there
was nothing in it. It was provided with a cover, like the wagon in which
Frank and his cousin made their first journey across the plains, but it
was not made of canvas. It was made of green boughs fastened together
with strips of rawhide. It was furnished with two water-tanks, four
boxes in which to carry tools and clothing, and there was still space
enough left in the body of the wagon to accommodate an ample supply of
provisions, and also a good-sized cargo of merchandise.
The oxen that were to draw this unwieldy vehicle were tall, gaunt,
wiry-looking beasts, with wide-spreading horns. They reminded the
cousins of the half-wild cattle they had seen in their uncle’s ranche in
California.
The horses too needed a good looking over. At first glance they were
anything but pleased with them, and they expressed great astonishment
that the English colonel, who had spent money so lavishly on other
portions of his outfit, should have been content with such sorry-looking
beasts. There were but two handsome ones in the lot. The rest, to quote
from Archie, looked like the “breaking up of a hard winter,” and the
sight of them made the boys wish for the sleek, well-conditioned riding
nags they had left at home. But they proved themselves capable of good
service, and after two of them, the homeliest and most vicious horses in
the group, had carried their riders safely through an ambuscade, as they
did a few weeks later, nothing more was said about their looks.
This part of their outfit having been purchased, the next thing was to
lay in a supply of provisions and ammunition, and also a stock of goods
suitable for barter. Here Mack proved himself to be an invaluable
assistant. He knew just what to take and what to leave behind, and he
showed as much skill in loading the wagon as any sailor would have
showed in stowing away the cargo of his vessel. The boys were as
surprised at the quantity of goods he put into it as they were at the
great variety of articles he selected. For the Boers, with whom Uncle
Dick intended to trade for cattle, he had everything, from a piece of
thread with which to mend a harness, to a gaudy handkerchief for the
fraus to tie around their necks. For the Griquas he laid in a supply of
beads, brass and copper wire, and cheap smooth-bore guns, all of which
were to be exchanged for ivory.
While Mack was employed in this way the rest of the party were not idle.
The horses and guns were to be distributed, and there were servants to
be engaged. We have said that there were two desirable animals among the
horses, and there were also among the weapons some light handy pieces,
which the boys would have selected in preference to any of the others.
Of course all could not be exactly suited, and in order to give every
one a fair opportunity to secure the best, it was decided to dispose of
the horses and guns by lot. The colonel’s own riding mare and his
favorite double-barrel, both of which were pointed out by the agent of
whom the outfit was purchased, were first set aside for Uncle Dick.
Those that were left were then numbered, and corresponding numbers being
placed in Walter Gaylord’s hat, each boy drew out one, and became
temporary owner of the steed and the rifle whose number agreed with his
own. Frank drew number three; and on hunting up his property, found that
the charger which bore that number on a card tied to his foretop, was a
long-legged, raw-boned animal, and the most vicious one in the whole
drove. He welcomed his new master by laying back his ears and making a
savage bite at his hand. When he came to examine the weapons, he found
that number three rifle was the mass of wood and iron which he had
declared to be heavy enough for a giant. He had the worst luck of all;
and the boys laughed heartily at the wry faces he made, and more
heartily still at the antics of Archie Winters, who paraded past his
cousin mounted on a high-stepping thoroughbred, and carrying a handsome
silver-mounted rifle, both of which had fallen to his lot.
“Now here’s what I call a horse,” cried Archie, patting the sleek neck
of the animal he bestrode. “He doesn’t look much like your old crowbait,
does he? I say, Frank, I don’t believe I’d go, if I were in your place.
You can’t possibly keep up with us, and neither can you shoot anything;
for it will take so long to raise that killdeer to your shoulder, that
all the game within range will have plenty of time to get safely out of
sight. Here’s a rifle, if you want to look at one. Just lift it, and see
how nicely it is balanced.”
But Frank said he didn’t care to examine it—he was very well satisfied
with his own. He took charge of his property in a quiet, indifferent
sort of way, that had a volume of meaning in it. He resolved that his
“crowbait” and “killdeer” should become famous before the journey was
ended.
The servants, of whom Uncle Dick was in search, were soon forthcoming in
the shape of four stalwart Kaffirs, who had accompanied English
sportsmen on expeditions similar to this, and understood the duties
required of them; but the sequel proved that they were lacking in some
very necessary qualities. The letter of recommendation that one of them
proudly presented to Uncle Dick would have applied to them all. It was
from his last employer, and read as follows:
“This man is a good cook, but he is a fearful twister of the truth, and
a most expert thief. Take him, if you like a good cup of coffee in the
morning, but never take your eyes from him; if you do, he will be
missing some fine day, and so will your best horse and gun.”
Uncle Dick engaged the Kaffir, but took care to post the boys, and his
head man, Mack, in order that they might keep watch of him.
At last Mack announced that all the arrangements had been made, and he
was ready to “trek”—that is, to begin the journey. This was followed by
an order from Uncle Dick to “inspan” (oxen are not “yoked” or “unyoked”
in Africa—they are “inspanned” and “outspanned”), and that occupied the
best part of the forenoon. In the first place the oxen had to be brought
in from the neighboring hills, where they had been driven to graze, and,
of course, some of them had strayed away, and had to be hunted up, while
others, preferring the freedom of the pasture to labor under the yoke,
didn’t want to be driven to camp. The training Frank and Archie had
received while living in California came into play here, and the latter
showed that he had not yet lost his skill with the lasso, by capturing
an obstinate brute which had repeatedly dodged Eugene and Featherweight,
and seemed determined to follow every road except the one that led
toward the wagon. When the oxen were brought in they were surrounded to
keep them from running away again, and after a good deal of breath had
been expended in shouting and scolding, and a bushel or two of stones
had been thrown, and the hair had been cut from some of the most unruly
ones by the heavy whip which Mack handled as if it had been a feather,
the inspanning was completed and the journey begun. The wagon went
first, driven by Mack; behind it followed half a dozen cows, twice as
many goats, and three loose horses; while the boys and the trappers
brought up the rear, and rode on the flanks of the train to keep these
extra animals from straying away. The cows and goats were expected to
furnish the travellers with milk until they reached the Griqua country,
when they were to be exchanged for ivory. The horses were to mount any
member of the party who might be so unfortunate as to injure or lose his
own nag.
During the first six weeks nothing happened that is of sufficient
interest to be recorded here. The weather for the most part was
pleasant, the roads much better than they had expected to find them, and
Mack often declared that they were making wonderful headway. Nothing had
yet been done in the way of trading, for they were too close to the
settlements. Mack was gradually drawing away from the travelled routes,
in order to reach a colony of Boers who had located their farms on the
very borders of the Griqua country. Cattle were plenty and cheap there,
and consequently good bargains could be made. The country through which
they were travelling showed some few signs of civilization. Once or
twice each week they met a transport rider, and about as often they
would encounter a few Boers going to or returning from some remote
settlement. About as often, too, they would make their camp near the
house of some farmer, who in the evening would come over and drink tea
with Uncle Dick. All these Boers talked of was the impending war with
the natives, and every one of them urged Uncle Dick to turn aside and
give the Griqua country a wide berth.
The boys often told one another that if any people in the world ought to
be supremely happy it was these same Boers. They owned or controlled
immense farms on which horses and cattle, which constituted their sole
wealth, were raised with scarcely any trouble at all; their tables were
abundantly supplied; they seemed to possess everything in the way of
household comforts that any people with their simple habits could ask
for; and they lived in the midst of a hunting country which far
surpassed anything the boys had ever dreamed of. One of these Boers
could get up any morning in the week, take his old “roer” down from the
pegs at the head of his bed, and knock over an eland or a springbok for
breakfast, and that too without going any farther than the threshold of
his own door. There were antelopes, large and small, zebras, quaggas,
and buffaloes without number. Time and again had the boys been awakened
from their morning nap by the clatter of countless hoofs, and hurried
out of their tents to find the plain covered with these animals as far
as their eyes could reach. Such sights drove the trappers almost wild
with excitement. They reminded them of the glorious sport they had
enjoyed among the noble game of their own country, the buffaloes, which,
like the class of men to which Dick and Bob belonged, are fast becoming
extinct. Of course the boys had ample opportunity to try the speed of
their horses and the accuracy of their new weapons. The wagon did not
halt a single day to give them a chance to hunt, for theirs was a
trading, not a hunting expedition; but they scoured the country for
miles on each side of the route, and already large quantities of
something which Mack called “bell-tongue,” but which the boys called
“jerked meat,” was packed away in the wagon for use in the days when
game was not quite so plenty.
The place where this good hunting was found was in the uninhabited
region lying between the borders of the colony and the remote Dutch
settlement toward which Mack was directing his course. As they
approached the opposite side of it, the game decreased in numbers, until
finally an exceedingly wild springbok would be the only animal the boys
could find in a day’s hard riding. This was a sign that the settlement
was near at hand. Their trading begun now, and trouble followed close on
the heels of it.
CHAPTER XIII.
A SURLY BOER.
The “settlement” that Mack was so anxious to reach proved to be no
settlement at all, as the boys understood the meaning of the word. It
was simply a collection of a dozen or more families who were scattered
over an immense country, the nearest neighbors living three days’
journey from each other. They arrived at the first farmhouse one bright
afternoon, and the sight of the cattle feeding about it delighted Mack,
who declared that he would not inspan again until he had traded for a
dozen or fifteen of the best of them; but the reception they met from
the farmer himself, made the boys a little doubtful on that point. They
had seen enough of the Boers by this time to learn something of their
customs. One of these customs was, that every traveller must be
cordially greeted at the door, presented to each member of the family in
turn, and invited to dinner; and this farmer was the first one who
neglected this ceremony. When the wagon drew up in front of the house he
stood in the door with his long pipe in his hand, but he made no move to
welcome them, although Mack greeted him as an old acquaintance.
“Well, Mynheer Schrader,” exclaimed the driver, as he jumped off his
wagon, “I am glad to see you again. Where shall I outspan, and where
shall the oxen be driven to graze?”
“There is a fountain five miles further on,” replied the Boer in broken
English.
“But I intend to stop here,” replied Mack. “You have some fine cattle,
and I have the best stock of goods ever brought out by a trader—ribbons,
and tea and coffee for the women, cloth to make clothes for the
children, and perhaps something for Mynheer himself. Where shall I
offload?”
“I want nothing,” growled the Boer.
“Oh, it’s no trouble at all,” insisted Mack. “It’s my business to show
goods. That’s what I am hired for.”
Mack looked around to select a place for the camp, and discovering a
little grove at a short distance from the house, he drove the wagon
there and proceeded to outspan, just as he would have done if the Boer
had given him the most cordial welcome. As soon as the oxen were freed
from their yokes one of the Kaffirs drove them away to graze, and Mack
proceeded to make a display of his goods.
“Are you going to unload?” asked Walter. “That Boer says he doesn’t want
anything.”
“Oh, he don’t know whether he does or not,” replied Mack. “That’s what
they all say at first, only they generally say it in a more friendly
manner. Wait till the women see what I have to show them, and perhaps he
will change his mind.”
“He’s a surly old rascal,” said Eugene.
“That’s true,” answered Mack. “I don’t much like the way he welcomed us.
We must make a friend of him if we can, for he’s a field cornet.”
“What’s that?”
“A sort of magistrate. He’s a big man here, and the other farmers will
be likely to do just as he does. If he treats us well and trades with
us, the others will do the same; but if he holds off and acts sulky, we
might as well pack up and go on to the Griquas, for we shall get no
cattle.”
“What do you suppose makes him act so?” asked Bob. “The others have all
seemed glad to see us.”
“Oh, he knows that we want ivory as well as cattle, and he is afraid
we’ll sell guns and powder to the natives. He may take it into his
stupid head to tell us that we mustn’t go any farther.”
“What will we do in that case?”
“Pay no attention to him. He can’t raise men enough in the settlement to
turn us back—our twelve men would make a pretty good show drawn up in
line—and before he can send off for help, we’ll be miles in the Griqua
country, where he dare not follow us. I don’t much like that move
either.”
“What move?” asked Archie.
Mack bobbed his head toward the house by way of reply. The boys looked
and saw a young Boer, who they afterward learned was the son of the
owner of the farm, sitting on his horse listening to some instructions
from his father. The old man was excited, if one might judge by the way
he paced back and forth in front of his house and swung his arms about
his head. When he had finished his speech the young Boer rode off
posthaste.
“I don’t like that move,” repeated Mack. “I don’t know whether the old
chap wants help, or whether he is sending word to the other farmers that
they mustn’t trade with us. It is one or the other. If he doesn’t change
his tactics pretty soon, I’ll put all the things back in the wagon and
to-morrow we’ll trek again.”
While Mack was unloading his goods and spreading them out on the ground
so that they could be inspected by the Boer and his family, if they
should choose to look at them, the boys busied themselves in unsaddling
the horses, pitching the tents, and making other preparations for the
night. They stopped to look at the retreating figure of the young Boer
occasionally, and told one another that his mission, whatever it was,
must be one of importance, for he kept his horse on the run as long as
he remained in sight. Presently a party of <DW64>s, some on foot and
others on horseback, rode into camp. The boys, who had by this time
learned to look upon these visits as petty annoyances that could not be
escaped (the natives were great beggars and thieves), did not take a
second look at these newcomers, until they heard Mack say that they were
Zulus and Griquas. He knew the members of all the tribes and could tell
them as far as he could see them, just as Dick and Bob could tell a
Sioux Indian or a Comanche.
“Griquas!” repeated George. “There’ll be a row here now, I suppose.”
“Who’ll raise it?” asked Mack.
“Why, that Boer over there,” said Frank. “I should think the natives
would have better sense than to go prowling about through an enemy’s
country.”
“Oh, that’s nothing,” returned Mack. “They haven’t come to blows yet.
They are only threatening each other.”
As the boys expected to see a good deal of the Griquas before their
journey was ended, they looked at their visitors with a good deal of
interest. Unlike the majority of the natives they had thus far seen,
these were dressed as well as a good many of the Boers with whom they
had come in contact, only their clothes were made of leather, and
instead of hats they wore gaudy handkerchiefs tied around their heads,
after the fashion of some of the <DW64>s in our Southern States. They
rode sorry-looking beasts, and each of them carried a cheap smooth-bore
rifle on his shoulder, and an immense powderhorn under his arm. They
were a ruffianly looking set, and the boys thought that the efforts of
the missionaries, who had lived among them so many years, had not
amounted to much. They had been taught to wear clothing and to use
firearms, and that was as far as the white man’s influence had had any
effect on them. Their companions, the Zulus, were a still harder lot.
They looked and acted like genuine savages. They were on foot, and their
weapons consisted principally of spears and war-clubs.
“They’re the lads that own the ivory,” said Mack. “If you should go to
their country you’d see elephants by the drove, and have no trouble at
all in filling this wagon with their teeth.”
“Well, why can we not go there?” asked Eugene. “If the Boers will not
trade with us—”
“Oh, I wouldn’t go to the Zulu country for all the money the wagon could
hold,” interrupted Mack, quickly. “There is no water in the desert, and
the wild bushmen are thicker than blackberries.”
“And they shoot poisoned arrows,” said Walter.
“That’s what’s the matter,” exclaimed Mack. “I’d sooner face a bullet
than one of those arrows.”
“Mack!” shouted Uncle Dick, from his place under the fly of the tent
where he was lying at his ease, with his hands under his head, and his
big meerschaum in his mouth, “ask this fellow what he wants. I’ve
forgotten all my Dutch.”
Uncle Dick was surrounded by his visitors, one of whom was holding his
gun in one hand and making motions around the lock with the other, as if
he were trying to explain something about it. When Mack inquired into
the matter the Griquas at once gathered about him, and for a few minutes
an animated discussion was carried on. The conversation was principally
by signs, as it seemed to the boys, for they could not understand how
any one could make sense out of words which sounded almost exactly like
the grunting of pigs.
“His gun is out of order, sir, and he wants somebody to fix it,” said
Mack. “The notch is worn smooth, and the hammer won’t stay back.”
“Well, tell him that I don’t keep a travelling gun-shop,” replied the
old sailor.
“Let me see it,” said Frank, extending his hand for the gun, which the
native promptly surrendered to him.
“Look out there, my boy,” exclaimed Uncle Dick, “or my first customer
will be one of my own party.”
“Now I’ll tell you what’s a fact. What do you mean by that?” asked Perk.
“I mean that if you break that gun among you in trying to fix it, you
will have to buy a new one of me to replace it.”
“Why the weapon is useless now,” said Frank, bending back the hammer,
which instantly fell down upon the tube when he released it. “Even if I
should break it, it couldn’t be in any worse condition than it is now.”
“No matter. You’ve got a rogue to deal with, and he wouldn’t ask any
better fun than to make you give him a new gun for his wornout piece.”
“But I wouldn’t do it,” said Frank.
“Then in two or three days we should have a band of Griqua warriors down
here to ask what’s the reason,” returned Uncle Dick.
“Whew!” whistled Frank. “If that’s the kind of scrape I am likely to get
into by being accommodating, I’ll go no further. Here Mr.—Mr.—”
“Jones,” suggested Archie.
“Here, Jones, take your old gun. I can’t do anything with it.”
He handed the weapon to the owner as he spoke, but to his great surprise
the native backed away, put his hands behind his back and refused to
receive it. He shook his head vehemently and gabbled loudly in Dutch, at
the same time appealing to his companions, who nodded their approval.
“What does he say, Mack?” asked Bob.
“He says that the Englishman must fix it, now that he has begun it.”
“I haven’t begun it, and I’m not an Englishman either,” exclaimed Frank.
“No matter. That’s what he and his friends say,” was Mack’s laughing
response.
“Offer it to him again, and if he doesn’t take it knock him down with
it,” suggested Eugene.
For a second or two it seemed as if Frank thought it would be a good
plan to follow this advice. He was quite willing to undertake the task
of repairing the weapon as an act of kindness, but his blood rose when
he saw that an effort was being made to compel him to do so. The sight
of the comical monkey-like face which the native turned upon him,
however, was too much for his anger. It disappeared almost immediately,
and breaking into a laugh Frank turned to the wagon to hunt up a file
and screw-driver, followed by the Griquas, who watched all his movements
with the keenest interest. Seating himself on the ground, he removed the
lock, took out the tumbler, deepened the smoothly worn notch by a few
passes of the file, and then put it back again just as it was before.
The work was done in five minutes, and to show the native that it was
well done, he took a cap from his own box, put it on the tube and pulled
the trigger. The cap snapped, and the native with a grunt of
satisfaction seized his gun and walked off, surrounded with his
delighted friends. Frank put his hands into his pockets and stood
looking after him. “You didn’t expect him to thank you, did you?” asked
Uncle Dick.
“N-no, sir; but I didn’t expect him to grab the gun as though he thought
I was going to steal it.”
“The next time you do a job of that kind throw in a kick, too,” said
Eugene.
“The next time I won’t touch the gun in the first place,” replied Frank.
“Hallo!”
He looked up just then and saw the surly farmer standing near the wagon
enveloped in a cloud of smoke. Now and then the breeze would carry it
away for an instant, and Frank could see that he was scowling fiercely.
“Ah! Mynheer Schrader,” exclaimed Mack, cheerfully, “you have come out
at last to look at my fine goods. Why didn’t you bring the frau along?”
“I wants nothing,” growled the Boer.
“Now, Mynheer Schrader,” said Mack, in his most winning tones, “when you
see all the fine goods I have brought out here on purpose to—”
The Scotchman was as persistent as a book agent, but he had met his
match in the obstinate Boer, who declared that he didn’t want anything,
and neither would he look at anything. Mack might as well put his fine
goods back into his wagon, and go his way, for not an ox could he buy of
him. A long and animated conversation followed. As it was carried on in
Dutch, the boys could not, of course, understand a single word of it,
but they could easily see that the farmer was angry, and that he was
taking Mack to task for something. Whether he had any advantage of their
man, the boys could not quite decide. They rather thought not; for when
Mack became fairly aroused he talked as fast as the others did, and
slapped his hands and shouted so loudly that he might have been heard
for half a mile. The Griquas listened intently, and did not hesitate to
put in a word, and sometimes a good many of them, whenever an
opportunity was offered. The boys thought they were taking sides with
their champion. Finally, the debate was ended by the Dutchman, who, with
an exclamation of disgust, turned on his heel, and walked away, smoking
furiously.
“Well, Mack, what is the upshot of the whole matter?” asked Uncle Dick,
as the driver lifted his hat from his head, and wiped away the
perspiration into which he had been thrown by his exertions. “Will he
trade?”
“No, sir, and neither will any of his people. They want to discourage
traders from coming out here, for they sell too much ammunition to the
natives.”
“And what did our visitors have to say?” asked Uncle Dick. “I noticed
that they chimed in now and then.”
“Yes, sir. They assured me that we would stand a better chance if we
should go straight to their own country, and let the Boers alone; and
the Zulus say that there is ivory enough in their principal village to
fill our wagon. But I wouldn’t go after it if I could get it for
nothing. The Boer gave you particular fits,” added Mack, turning to
Frank.
“Me! What have I done?”
“You mended that gun for Mr. Jones,” replied Mack; whereupon the boys
and Uncle Dick broke out into a hearty peal of laughter. The idea of
giving a civilized name and title to a creature like that was supremely
ridiculous.
“What business was that of the Boer’s?” asked Frank, as soon as the
noise had subsided.
“Why, he contends that Jones couldn’t have fixed it himself, and so you
went and did it, and gave the Griquas just one more gun to shoot Boers
with. He says we can’t stay in his settlement after that.”
“We don’t want to stay in his settlement,” said Uncle Dick. “We’ll start
through it early in the morning; and the goods that we can’t barter to
the natives we’ll bring back with us, and try to sell to the Boers
nearer the colony.”
This decision was acted upon. Mack had the travellers all astir at an
early hour the next morning, and while the boys were busy striking the
tents and packing them away in the wagon, the cook made coffee and the
other servants went off to drive up the oxen. By the time breakfast was
disposed of the inspanning was completed; and when Mack had taken a turn
about the camp to make sure that nothing had been left behind, he
mounted his box and set the oxen in motion. Uncle Dick rode on ahead in
company with Frank, as he generally did; the rest of the boys and the
trappers came behind to keep the loose cattle and horses in their
places; and the extreme rear was brought up by the Griquas on their
sorry-looking beasts. The Zulus had left camp the night before, after
begging a little tea from Uncle Dick. The sight of the goods that had
been displayed for the Boer’s benefit, made them open their eyes, and
they were hastening to their own country to inform their chief that a
trader was approaching. This was what Mack told the boys, and he knew it
by what he had overheard of the conversation they had with the Griquas
just before they left. But they needn’t think that they were going to
get him to trek so far out of the world, he said. He wouldn’t cross that
desert and take his chances with the wild Bushmen for all the ivory
there was in Africa.
When the wagon passed the farmhouse the Boer was standing in the door,
pipe in hand. “Good morning and good-by to you, Mynheer Schrader,”
exclaimed Mack, cheerfully. “I may see you again in a few weeks, and
then I hope I shall find you in a better humor. Remember that I have the
best stock of goods—”
“I wants nothing but that the lions may catch you while you are going
through the veldt,” growled the Boer, in reply. “Ah! you’re going to a
bad place, and there’ll be no traces left of you in the morning.”
“Never fear. I know more about that veldt and the lions that are in it
than you do.”
The boys did not quite understand this, so after a little consultation
among themselves, Featherweight rode up to the wagon to ask some
information. He remained in conversation with Mack for ten minutes, and
when he dropped back beside his companions again, his face was all aglow
with excitement. “We may see something now, fellows,” he exclaimed.
“That ‘veldt’ the Boer was talking about is a valley in the hills about
a day’s journey from here, and the lions are so numerous there that it
is known all over the country as ‘the lion veldt.’ Every traveller
dreads it. No one pretends to go through there by night, and people have
been killed in broad daylight.”
“Human natur’!” ejaculated Dick.
The rest of the party said nothing at once, but looked down at the horns
of their saddles and thought about it. They had not yet caught a glimpse
of the king of beasts on his native heath. They had heard his voice on
several occasions, and that was enough for them, especially for the
trappers, who, judging of the animal by the noise he was able to make,
formed the opinion that he must be of immense size and something fearful
to look at. To hear a tame lion roar in a menagerie, when they were
standing in a crowd of spectators and the lion was penned up in an iron
cage and deprived of all power for mischief, was one thing; and to hear
that same tame lion’s uncle or cousin give tongue in the wilds of Africa
on a dark and stormy night (Uncle Dick had often told them that when a
lion made up his mind to do any particular damage he always chose a
stormy night for it), when there were no iron bars to confine him, and
nothing but the thin sides of their tent, and a frail breastwork of
thorn-bushes, to keep him from dashing into their very midst, was
another and a widely different thing. The boys had heard lions roar
under all these circumstances, and George expressed the sentiments of
the most of the party when he said:
“I have listened to several concerts since I have been in this country,
and I don’t want to hear another.”
“You will probably hear another within a few hours,” returned Fred. “The
next water we shall find on the route is in that valley, and there’s
where we shall camp to-night.”
“Ain’t thar no trail that leads around it?” asked old Bob, nervously.
“Probably not, or some one would have found it before this time. All
traders pass through there. Mack told me that about three years ago he
watched the fountain, beside which we are going to camp next, all one
night, and saw three different troops of lions come there to drink; but
he was so badly frightened by the hubbub they made, that he dared not
shoot at them. He told me that his shooting-hole is there yet and that I
could use it to-night if I felt so disposed; but I declined.”
“I dare you to stay there with me to-night.”
The astonished boys looked up to see who the bold challenger was. It was
Eugene Gaylord, who, finding that his companions were staring hard at
him, dropped his reins, placed his hands on his hips and looked at each
of them in turn. “Don’t all speak at once, because I don’t want too much
company,” said he.
CHAPTER XIV.
A TROOP OF LIONS.
“There’s no danger that you will be overburdened with company if you
intend to pass the night at that shooting-hole,” said Bob, with a laugh.
“I know who _won’t_ go. Here’s one.”
“Here’s another,” said George.
“Here’s one who will go,” cried Archie.
“You don’t mean it,” exclaimed George.
“I mean just this: if Eugene is brave enough to stay beside that spring
to-night, I am,” returned Archie.
“So am I,” said Fred.
“Oh, of course,” laughed George. “If one of you three go, you’ll all go.
Well, I shall stay contentedly by the fire, and about the time you hear
the roar of the first lion that is coming to the spring to drink, you’ll
wish yourselves safe beside the fire, too.”
“Do you really mean to go, Eugene?” asked Archie, in a low tone.
“Yes, I do, if you two fellows will go with me. We don’t expect to kill
a lion or even shoot at one, but we’ll have something to brag of. When
we get home we can say we performed a feat that none of the others dared
attempt.”
“How big is one of them critters, anyhow?” asked Dick Lewis. “Is he much
bigger’n a painter?”
“Why a panther wouldn’t make an ear for a lion,” replied Eugene. “Well,
yes, perhaps he would, too,” he added, seeing that the trapper’s eyes
were fastened searchingly upon him; “but he wouldn’t make more than a
half a dozen good mouthfuls. Will you go with us, Dick?”
“Nary time,” exclaimed the trapper, quickly. “A critter that can make
such a bellerin’ as that one did that stormy night a few weeks back, is
something I don’t want to see.”
Our three friends, Archie, Fred, and Eugene, had something to talk about
now—something in which they alone were interested; so they fell back
behind the others, and during the rest of the forenoon were left almost
entirely to themselves. Whether or not they expected to derive any
pleasure from their projected enterprise, other than to be found in
talking about it after it was all over, it is hard to tell. They tried
their best to make themselves and one another believe that they did, and
repeatedly expressed the hope that Uncle Dick would not interpose his
authority, and spoil all their sport by ordering them to stay in the
camp. They expected that he would have something to say about it during
the noon halt, and so he did, but he did not put his veto on the
project. He had done such a thing more than once during his young and
foolish days, he said, and although he could not be easily induced to do
it again, he would not like to sell his experience at any price. It was
going to be a beautiful night for sport. It would be as dark as pitch,
and that was just what they wanted. He hoped that they would bag lions
enough so that each one of the party could have a skin to remind him of
his sojourn in Africa, and of that night in particular. Frank talked
much in the same strain, and added that he thought he had enough
arsenical soap left to preserve a few of the heads of the lions, if the
hunters would cut them off and bring them to the camp. The three friends
were not prepared for this, and they did not know what to make of it.
They had looked for opposition, and instead of that received
encouragement and offers of assistance. They said nothing until the
journey was resumed, and then they fell behind to compare notes.
“Now what do you suppose is in the wind?” asked Eugene, as soon as they
were out of earshot of the rest of the party.
“Let Archie guess; he’s a Yankee,” replied Fred. “There’s something up,
I know, or Uncle Dick and Frank would not have talked as they did. What
is it, Archie?”
“There’s no danger that any lions will come near the spring,” replied
Archie.
“Why, didn’t Mack tell me this morning that the veldt was full of them,
and that he had seen three troops of lions at that very fountain?”
demanded Fred. “That can’t be it. Guess again.”
“They think that when night comes and it begins to grow dark, our
courage will give way, and we will say no more about going out to the
shooting-hole,” said Archie. “Am I any nearer the mark this time?”
“I think you are,” replied Eugene. “That’s the best guess you have made
yet. They may think so—it is probable they do—but they will find that
they are mistaken. Do they imagine that I proposed this thing just to
hear myself talk? They ought to know me better than that.”
The boys having now got it into their heads that their courage was
questioned, were more than ever determined to carry their plans into
execution, provided, of course, that Uncle Dick did not change his mind
before night came. They tried to look very unconcerned when they
announced this decision, and perhaps they felt so just then, for it is
always easy to talk carelessly of danger when the danger itself is far
distant; but as the afternoon began to wane, and the range of hills
toward which they had been journeying all day seemed to approach nearer
and nearer to them, our three hunters began to be a little nervous and
uneasy. Perhaps the actions of their companions had something to do with
this. The Griquas, who had all the day been loitering far in the rear,
suddenly urged their beasts into something resembling a canter, and drew
nearer to the boys, as if for protection; while the trappers, after
exchanging a few words in a hurried undertone, rode up to the head of
the line and joined Uncle Dick and his party. They seemed to feel safer
in the captain’s presence and Frank’s than they did anywhere else. The
Griquas were prompt to follow their example, and thus the rear-guard was
reduced to a mere handful.
Archie and his friends cared nothing for the company of the natives, for
they knew that in case of trouble no dependence was to be placed upon
them; but the hurried flight of the two trappers, who had faced so many
dangers without flinching, had anything but a soothing effect upon them.
They would have been glad to ride up to the head of the line, too, but
that would not look well in three hunters who had announced their
determination to perform an exploit that not another person in the
company was willing to undertake. They staid because their pride
compelled them to do so, and George staid to keep them company.
An hour later the wagon entered the valley. It was a dreary,
lonely-looking place they found when they got fairly into it, and they
did not wonder that travellers hurried through it with all possible
speed. It was about two miles wide, and on both sides arose steep hills,
which were covered with thick forests from base to summit. The surface
of the valley was not a level plain, as they had expected to find it. It
was undulating, and even hilly in some places; and although almost bare
of trees, it was thickly covered with boulders, some the size of a man’s
head, and others as large as the wagon. Among these huge boulders the
road twisted and turned in a way that was quite bewildering, a few of
the bends being so abrupt that in passing around them the leaders of the
team and the wheel oxen were seen moving in opposite directions. What an
ambuscade it would have formed for hostile natives—wild Bushmen, for
instance—and how easily a hungry lion could spring out from behind one
of the boulders beside the road, seize a goat or a man, and jump back
again before a shot could be fired at him! Once safe behind a boulder he
was certain to escape with his booty, for he could spring from one rock
to the cover of a second, and thence to a third, faster than even the
breechloaders could be charged and fired at him. But if there was any
hungry lion in the neighborhood he did not show himself, and the
travellers passed safely through the wilderness of rocks, and finally
drew up in the edge of a little grove, where Mack intended to camp for
the night. Our three friends were on the ground at last.
Archie and his companions did not dismount as the others did, but set
off at once in search of the fountain. The first ox that was freed from
the yoke showed them where it was. Knowing that the animal’s instinct
would direct him aright, they followed in his lead, and presently found
themselves standing on the bank of the spring. It was, perhaps, a
hundred yards away from the wagon.
Travellers on our Western plains, when they camp for the night,
generally take pains to stop close beside a stream of water; but campers
in Africa are obliged to follow a different custom. The springs, which
are few and far apart, are generally found on the bare plain, and
sometimes there is not a stick or bush within miles of them. Sticks and
bushes are necessary, one to keep the fire going, and the other to build
the barricade which is always erected to protect the travellers and
their stock from sudden attacks of wild beasts; so the camp is made in
the nearest piece of woods, the cattle are driven to the spring, and the
traveller brings back enough of the water to make his tea and coffee.
Upon reaching the fountain the boys drew rein and looked about them with
a great deal of interest. They saw before them a body of water about
fifty yards long and half as wide, whose source of supply was in the
limpid spring that bubbled out from the low bank that overhung one side
of it. About twenty-five yards from the edge of the water, and in plain
view of it, was the shooting-hole they were to occupy that night; and
about twenty yards still further back was another bank, ten or twelve
feet high, which completely shut them out from the view of the camp.
The shooting-hole was an excavation about four feet deep and six feet
square. There was not much elbow-room in it for three such restless
fellows as our young friends, but still it would afford them a very
comfortable hiding-place if they could only content themselves with
close quarters for a short time. They had one great objection to it when
they came to look at it, and that was, it was too close to the water.
“Two or three swift bounds would carry a wild beast from the fountain’s
edge right into our very midst,” exclaimed Eugene; “that is, provided,
of course, that one comes here to-night and makes up his mind to pitch
into us.”
“Oh, he’ll come,” shouted Fred, from the other side of the fountain.
“You needn’t borrow any trouble on that score. Come over here.”
The boys went, and, when they had examined the ground on that side of
the spring, told one another that it would be surprising indeed if they
did not have visitors before morning. Wild beasts of some sort came
there to drink every night, and in goodly numbers, too. There could be
no mistake about that, for the shore, which was low on that side of the
spring, was tramped so hard that the hoofs of the thirty oxen made no
impression on it. An experienced and enthusiastic hunter, like the
English colonel of whom they purchased their outfit, would have been
delighted at such a prospect for sport.
Their friends at the camp looked curiously at them when they came back,
but saw no signs of backing out. The three hunters were not only in
earnest, but they were impatient to begin operations, if one might judge
by the way they hurried up the preparations for supper. They ate
heartily of the viands that were set before them, and having satisfied
their appetites and bidden their friends good-by, each boy shouldered
his rifles and a bundle of blankets, and was ready to set out. We say
“rifles,” for each boy carried two. Besides their double-barrels, Fred
and Eugene took their sixteen shooters, and Archie his Maynard. They had
the most faith in their breechloaders, for they were accustomed to them.
Uncle Dick and Frank walked down to the spring with them, and having
seen them snugly stowed away in the shooting-hole, bade them good-night
and returned to the camp.
“I can’t quite understand what makes Uncle Dick act so,” said Eugene,
thoughtfully. “Seems to me that he ought to have raised some objections,
and I don’t see why he didn’t.”
“Perhaps he and Frank are hiding up there behind the bank to keep an eye
on us, and be ready to lend us a hand in case we get into trouble,” said
Fred.
“Well, we don’t want any such backing as that. If they want to take a
hand in this business, let them come in here with us. There’s room
enough for them with tight squeezing. I’ll just satisfy myself on that
point.”
So saying, Eugene jumped out of the hole and ran up the bank. The
campfire was burning brightly in the edge of the grove, and by the light
it threw out the young hunter could see that Uncle Dick and his
companion had just joined the rest of the party, who were busy making
preparations for the night. The native servants, having built a small
inclosure of thorn bushes, were driving the oxen into it and fastening
them in; some of the boys were arranging the beds in the tent; and the
others were tying the horses, which now began to come into the camp one
after another. These intelligent animals never waited to be driven in at
night as the oxen did. Their instinct taught them that the neighborhood
of the campfire was the safest place for them, and thither they went as
soon as it began to grow dark.
Having completed his observations, Eugene joined his companions in the
shooting-hole, and reported that he had seen Uncle Dick go into the
camp, and that he and his two friends were alone in their glory. The
sudden silence that fell on the party when Eugene said this, was
evidence that there was not near as much fun in being alone in their
glory as they thought there was. How plainly they could hear the voices
of the Kaffirs as they shouted at the oxen! And when the oxen were all
driven in and the voices ceased, how still it became all at once, and
how dark, too! They tried hard to shake off their feelings of awe and to
find something to talk about, but both efforts were failures. They could
not converse, for their lowest whispers were wonderfully distinct, and
seemed to them loud enough to frighten away any animal that might be
approaching the fountain. For an hour they remained almost motionless in
their hiding-place, holding their weapons in readiness, and keeping
their gaze directed over the edge of the bank toward the water, and then
Fred gave a sudden start and placed his hand on Archie’s shoulder.
“There’s something there!” he whispered, excitedly.
The others listened, and could distinctly hear a faint lapping sound,
made by some animal in drinking; but he was invisible in the darkness.
They could not obtain the slightest glimpse of him.
“It must be a lion,” whispered Fred. “You know Uncle Dick told us that
he has heard lions drinking within ten yards of him, and couldn’t see
them. They can’t be seen in the dark.”
“But they make a very loud noise in drinking,” said Archie, “and this
animal we can scarcely hear. It must be something else.”
“I can see him now,” said Eugene, as he pushed his double-barrel slowly
and cautiously over the bank. “Be ready to give him a broadside in case
I don’t kill him at the first shot. I am not accustomed to shooting in
the dark, you know.”
The other two could see the animal now, but not plainly enough to
determine what it was. It was moving swiftly on the other side of the
fountain, and the boys thought it was looking directly towards their
hiding-place. It circled around to their right, Eugene following all its
movements with his rifle, and only waiting for it to become stationary
for a moment so that he could make a sure shot, and presently it reached
the top of the bank at the rear of the shooting-hole, and stood out in
bold relief against the sky. Then it got the “wind” of the young
hunters, and, with a whisk of its tail and a toss of its head, it backed
quickly down the hill out of sight, at the same time setting up a chorus
of yelps that awoke the echoes far and near, and made the cold chill
creep all over the boys.
“It’s a sneaking jackal,” exclaimed Fred, in great disgust.
“Yes, and I’d rather see almost anything else,” said Eugene. “Just hear
what a yelping he keeps up! He’ll bring the lions down on us as sure as
the world.”
The boys, being well versed in natural history, were acquainted with the
habits of this animal before they ever saw one, and of late they had had
a little experience with some of his tribe. They knew that the jackal is
a sort of scout for the lion. Whenever he finds any game that he is
afraid to attack himself, he sets up a terrific yelping, and any hungry
lion who may be within hearing of the signal comes up and kills it, the
jackal standing by and looking on until the lordly beast has satisfied
his appetite and gone away, when he makes a meal of what is left. One
day, just before they reached the house of the “surly Boer,” our three
friends, in company with Frank Nelson, were hunting elands along the
route, and in the excitement of the chase they followed them so far away
that it was night before they rode into camp, to which they were
directed by the firing of signal guns. Shortly after it began to grow
dark, and while they were yet five miles from the wagon, they were
discovered by a jackal, which followed them within sight of the
campfire, yelping all the while and trying his best to call the lions to
them. The cunning animal seemed to know what a gun was, for he took care
to keep at a respectful distance from the boys, and whenever one of them
halted and tried to shoot him, he would take to his heels and be out of
sight in a moment.
“There he is,” continued Eugene, as the jackal cautiously raised his
head above the top of the bank and looked down at them; but before the
double-barrel could be brought to bear on him he had dodged back out of
sight.
“Jump up there and shoot him, Archie,” cried Fred. “You are the nearest
to him, and we don’t want that yelping in our ears much longer.”
“No, sir!” exclaimed Archie, drawing himself close into his own corner.
“I wouldn’t go up there for—for—No, sir! Who knows but that he has
called up a lion already?”
“I declare he has,” said Eugene, in a thrilling whisper. “I can see him.
I see two—three. There is a troop of them!”
This startling announcement would have tested the nerves of older and
more experienced hunters than Archie and Fred were; and if what they
heard was enough to set their hearts to beating rapidly, what they saw a
moment later was sufficient to take all the courage out of them. A
single glance showed them that Eugene’s eyes had not deceived him. There
they were in plain sight—a number of tawny animals moving swiftly about
on the opposite bank of the fountain, passing and repassing one another
in their rapid evolutions, crouching close to the ground, and gradually
drawing nearer to the top of the bank where the jackal had disappeared,
probably with the object of getting the “wind” of the boys. Archie tried
to count them; but when he fixed his gaze upon one, two or three more
would pass before it, these would quickly give place to as many more,
and finally Archie became so bewildered and excited that he was ready to
declare that troops of lions were springing up out of the ground before
his very eyes. He thought they showed rather plainly in the dark for
lions, but still there could be no doubt that they were lions. Their
color and their stealthy, crouching movements were enough to settle that
point.
“If they get in here among us, there’ll not be a mouthful apiece for
them, will there?” said Fred.
“They’ll not all get in here,” replied Archie.
“Now that we are cornered, it is a good time to show what we are made
of. I am going to begin shooting.”
Before the words had fairly left his lips Archie’s double-barrel spoke,
and one of the lions sprang into the air, and fell at full length on the
ground. A second received the contents of the other barrel without
falling, and even succeeded in getting away out of sight, although
Archie was certain that the ball from his Maynard, which he caught up as
soon as his double-barrel was empty, must have found a lodgment in his
body somewhere.
While Archie was thus engaged, his two companions were not idle. They
promptly opened on the lions with their own weapons, and without waiting
to see the effect of the bullets from their double-barrels, caught up
their sixteen-shooters, and pumped the shots right and left. The
magazines were emptied in a trice, and then the three hunters hastily
ducked their heads and crouched close behind the walls of their
hiding-place, holding their breath in dread suspense, and waiting for
some of the wounded members of the troop to precipitate themselves into
the shooting-hole. But nothing of the kind happened. All was still
outside. They heard only the beating of their own hearts.
“We must have hit those we killed,” Fred ventured to whisper at last.
“Probably we did,” returned Archie. “We couldn’t have killed them unless
we hit them.”
“I mean we must have killed all we hit and frightened the rest away,”
said Fred. “If there were any wounded ones among them they would have
been in here before this time.”
[Illustration: THE NIGHT IN THE SHOOTING PIT.]
The others were very willing to accept this as the reason why they had
not all been torn in pieces long ago. It put new life and courage into
them, and having pushed a cartridge into their breechloaders, they
raised their heads cautiously above the bank to take a survey of the
scene of the slaughter. They could not see a single lion or hear
anything of one; but they heard something else—a heavy tramping of feet
and a confused murmur of voices. They looked hastily around, and saw a
bright light shining above the bank behind them.
“Uncle Dick’s coming!” cried Fred; and the next moment the old sailor
appeared at the top of the bank, closely followed by the rest of the
party, two of whom carried firebrands in their hands.
CHAPTER XV.
“WHERE’S MY HORSE?”
“What is it, boys?” asked Uncle Dick, his voice trembling with
excitement and alarm. “Anybody hurt?”
“No, sir,” replied Eugene, drawing a long breath of relief; “but if you
look about a little you’ll find some _thing_ out there that’s hurt. We
haven’t fired thirty-nine shots for nothing, I tell you.”
“What was it, anyhow?” asked George. “A lion?”
“I should think so,” replied Fred.
“Oh, I guess not,” said Mack, incredulously.
“I guess they were lions,” returned Eugene, quickly. “We saw more than
twenty prowling about here.”
“That’s a larger troop than I ever heard of before,” said Mack.
“Well, you hear of it now, and if you had been here you would have seen
it. Archie shot one, and he jumped clear of the ground, so that we all
had a fair view of him. I tell you he was a big one—larger than any I
ever saw in a menagerie. He’s out there somewhere.”
“I believe I see him,” said Frank, holding his firebrand above his head,
and looking intently at some object on the other side of the fountain.
The three hunters scrambled up out of the shooting-hole, and with the
rest of the party followed after Frank, who led the way down the bank.
There was some animal lying on the ground on the opposite side of the
spring, sure enough; but it was not the immense object they expected to
see after listening to Eugene’s description of it. When they had taken a
few steps more Mack broke into a laugh, and Eugene began to think that
he must have looked through a very badly frightened pair of eyes to make
a first-class lion out of the insignificant beast he saw before him.
What had at first appeared to be a great shaggy head gradually dwindled
into a pair of shoulders, and presently he found himself standing beside
an animal a little larger than the wolves he had often seen in his
native State.
“This can’t be the thing I shot,” said Archie.
“I don’t see anything else,” replied his cousin, raising his firebrand
above his head and looking all around.
“What is it, anyhow?” asked Fred. “It looks like a dog, and a
half-starved one at that.”
“That’s just what it is,” said Mack, “a wild dog. It was a pack of these
animals you fired into, instead of a troop of lions. I suspected it all
the time.”
“We’ll not stop to skin him, for his hide is not worth saving,” said
Uncle Dick. “We’ll go back to camp now.”
The three hunters were so greatly astonished that they had not a word to
say. Silently they shouldered their rifles and followed the party back
to the camp, listening all the while for the words of ridicule which
they expected from their companions, but which were never uttered.
Nothing was said about the matter until the next morning at breakfast,
and then the hunters themselves began to make sport of their night’s
work. This led to a long conversation, during which the boys learned two
things. The first was, that they had been in just as much danger of an
attack from the wild dogs as they would have been had they been visited
by a troop of lions. Wild dogs were by no means the insignificant foes
they imagined them to be. They were as fierce as wolves, always hungry,
and ready to attack anything they met, from a springbok to a buffalo. A
single one would take to his heels at the sight of a human being, but
numbers made them bold, and it was not often that a solitary hunter met
a pack of them and escaped to tell the story. The second thing they
learned was, that the reason Uncle Dick permitted them to carry out
their plan of watching the fountain, was because Mack assured him that
there was no danger to be apprehended from lions at that season of the
year. These animals came there to drink only when the springs that lay
deeper in the veldt were dry. Had they passed that way two months later,
Archie and his companions would have received orders to remain in camp.
The boys, however, supposed, from what Mack said, that lions visited the
fountain every night, and they showed no small amount of courage in what
they had done, but they never again proposed to spend a night in a
shooting-hole.
During the next three weeks nothing happened that is worthy of record,
and neither did anything happen to encourage the hope that their stock
of goods would pay the expenses of the trip. Not a Boer in the
settlement—and they visited every one of them—would trade with them. The
sight of the fine fat cattle feeding on the farms they passed induced
Mack to spend a good deal of time in the effort to dispose of the
contents of the wagon, but not a yard of ribbon could he barter. The
magistrate’s orders were strictly obeyed. Indeed, at the last farm they
visited they found the magistrate himself, who was, if that were
possible, more crabbed than when they first met him. No sooner had the
wagon halted than he appeared and ordered Mack to move on; but the
Scotchman, who had his eye on the cattle, believing that there was more
money to be made out of them in Grahamstown than out of the ivory they
expected to receive from the Griquas, was not to be driven away so
easily. He went directly to the house, found the owner of the farm, and
tried his arts with him, but with no better success. This one was as
cross and surly as the other, and Mack, finally becoming disgusted at
their obstinacy, jumped on his wagon and put the oxen in motion.
“I hope the Bushmen will jump down on you and steal every ox you’ve
got,” he exclaimed, shaking his whip at the Boer as he drove away.
“That’s all the harm I wish you, Mynheer Schrader.”
The Dutchman made an angry reply in his own language, and seemed to be
giving Mack a little parting advice, for he talked rapidly to him as
long as the driver was within hearing of his voice. The boys could not
tell what he said, but they thought by the expression that came over the
Scotchman’s face, that his words had produced an unpleasant effect. “If
I thought that was so, I wouldn’t go a step farther,” the boys heard him
say, when the Boer ceased his shouting and went into the house.
“If you thought what was so?” asked Eugene.
“Why, Schrader says the Bushmen will be down on _us_ before they touch
him,” answered Mack. “He says there’s a large party of them between here
and the Griqua country, and that that farmer back there is going to pack
up to-morrow and move his family and cattle farther into the settlement
for protection.”
“And you say you don’t believe it?”
“I have no reason to disbelieve it,” said Mack, in a tone the boys did
not like to hear. “They’re always roaming about, these Bushmen are.
They’re something like what I think your Indians must be from what I
hear of them. Although they go about on foot—the only reason they steal
cattle is because they want something to eat—they get over a good
stretch of country in a day, and jump down on a fellow before he knows
they are near him. If I owned this wagon I’d turn back. We’ve got a
journey of four weeks to make before we reach the Griquas’ principal
town, and if the Bushmen are about they’ll have plenty of time to find
us. We shall see trouble before many days.”
The trouble began that very night. It was commenced by the Kaffirs, who
had overheard what the Boers said to Mack, and were greatly troubled by
it. When the wagon halted for the night, these worthies went about the
work of outspanning very reluctantly. They did not shout and sing as
they usually did when their day’s labor was over, but went into the
sulks, and acted like a lot of children who had been denied something
their parents thought they ought not to have. Uncle Dick, who lay on his
blanket under his tent enjoying his pipe, watched their actions for a
few minutes and then called Frank to his side. “Just keep your weather
eye open to-night, and see that the horses all come in,” said he, in a
low tone, “and tell the rest of the boys to be very careful of their
guns.”
“What’s the matter?” asked Frank.
“You know what that Boer said to Mack about the Bushmen, don’t you?
Well, the Kaffirs heard it and are laying their plans to leave us. They
are afraid of those wild men of the desert.”
“So am I,” said Frank.
“I am not particularly anxious to meet them,” said Uncle Dick, with a
smile, “but I am not going to run until I see something to run from, and
neither do I mean that our property shall be stolen. These Kaffirs are
noted for deserting their employers when things don’t go to their
liking, and they take care not to leave empty-handed. They always steal
the best of the horses and the best of the guns, too, if they can get
their hands on them. We must have a guard every night from this time
forward. Don’t you think it would be a good plan?”
This question was addressed to the driver, who had been standing in the
door of the tent long enough to overhear the most of what Uncle Dick
said to Frank.
“You surely don’t mean to go on?” said Mack.
“Certainly I do,” answered Uncle Dick. “I am not going to take my stock
of goods back to Grahamstown if I can help it.”
“If they belonged to me I should start back with them to-morrow.”
“Now, Mack, I didn’t expect to hear that from you,” said Uncle Dick,
reproachfully.
“And you wouldn’t either, sir, if it wasn’t that the Bushmen are
prowling about us.”
“Did you ever have any trouble with them?”
“No, sir.”
“Did you ever hear of a trader who did?”
“No, sir.”
“Neither did I. All we know about them is what we have heard of their
fights with the Zulus.”
This was only the beginning of the conversation between Uncle Dick and
the driver. The latter seemed to be greatly alarmed at the danger they
were about to run into, and when he found his employer was resolved to
go ahead, he urged him to pay him off and let him go. This Uncle Dick
refused to do. He could not get on without Mack, and besides, the latter
had agreed to drive the wagon to the Griqua country and back to
Grahamstown for so much money, which was to be paid when the journey was
ended. It was not yet half completed, and if Mack chose to stop work
then and there, he could not expect a farthing for the services he had
already rendered.
“You’re made of good stuff, you Yankees are,” said Mack, with more
earnestness than the occasion demanded, “and since you are bound to go
on, I’ll stick to you to the death. Bet on me every time.”
To give emphasis to his words the driver shook hands with his employer,
then with Frank, and hurried out of the tent to see how the Kaffirs were
getting on with their preparations for the night.
“Did he speak his real sentiments?” asked Uncle Dick, as soon as he was
out of hearing.
“That was the very question I was asking myself,” replied Frank. “To my
mind his tongue said one thing and his face another.”
Frank, who had his own duties to perform every time the camp was made,
now went out to attend to them. He found the rest of the boys and three
of the Kaffirs busy erecting a barricade of thorn-bushes behind the
tent, and joining in the work, he found opportunity to report to each of
his companions the warning Uncle Dick had given him. The boys were all
eager to stand guard, and Frank, knowing that Uncle Dick expected him to
arrange the matter, divided them into reliefs, and told them what hours
they would be called on for duty.
Supper was served in a few minutes, and while the meal was in progress
the horses began to come into camp and take their stations behind the
wagon, where they were always tied during the night. As fast as they
came up, the owners set down their plates and went out to secure their
steeds, taking care to see that the halters were tightly buckled on, and
that the tie-reins were well secured. About the same time Mack, who had
been missing for the last half hour, came up driving the oxen. Frank
told himself that that was something the driver had never done before,
and then the matter passed out of his mind until a few hours later, when
something happened to recall it very forcibly. During the meal one other
thing happened that was unusual, and which soon drew everybody’s
attention. When Uncle Dick’s horse was made fast to the wagon, he raised
his head, and looking back towards the grove from which he had just
emerged, uttered a loud, shrill neigh. This he repeated at intervals,
until Uncle Dick and the rest began to think it meant something, and
Archie, having finished his supper, went out to look into the matter. “I
know what it means now,” said he, at length. “The horses are all here
except mine, and Uncle Dick’s nag is calling him.”
The boys then remembered something which they might never have thought
of again if this incident had not suggested it to them, and that was,
that Uncle Dick’s horse and Archie’s had been almost constant companions
ever since the journey began. They never mingled with the other animals
when turned loose to graze, but wandered off by themselves; and if any
of the nags belonging to the rest of the party intruded upon them, they
would turn away as if annoyed by their presence, and hunt up a new
feeding-ground. It was the custom of their masters when on the march to
ride at opposite ends of the train, Uncle Dick in front, and Archie in
the rear with Fred and Eugene. The horses seemed to dislike this
arrangement, and annoyed their riders exceedingly by constantly calling
to each other. They liked to be in company, and they were uneasy when
separated.
“I wonder what has become of my horse!” said Archie, anxiously.
“I saw him a quarter of an hour ago, and he was all right then,” replied
Mack. “He will be along directly.”
“I am not so certain of that,” answered Archie. “These two animals are
never parted if they can help it, and there must be something the
matter. I’ll soon find out. May I take your horse for a few minutes,
Uncle Dick?”
“Where are you going?” asked Mack, as Archie, having received an
affirmative reply from the captain, hurried into the tent and picked up
his rifle.
“I am going out to see what has become of my horse,” was the answer.
“Oh, I wouldn’t do it, if I were you,” exclaimed the driver, who seemed,
all at once, to take a deep interest in Archie’s movements. “It will be
pitch dark in five minutes—there’s no twilight in this country, you
know—and if you lose your way out there in the bush the lions will get
you sure. I tell you that you had better stay here in camp where you’re
safe,” he added, almost appealingly, when he saw that the rest of the
boys were making ready to accompany Archie.
But the youngsters paid no attention to him. Hastily catching up their
rifles, they mounted their horses without stopping to put on the saddles
or bridles, and followed after Archie, who, giving Uncle Dick’s horse
his own way, was carried at a rapid gallop towards the grove. The
animal, which seemed to know just what Archie wanted to do, skirted the
woods for a few hundred yards, neighing at intervals, and finally
succeeded in bringing a faint response from among the trees. Then he
turned and was about to plunge into the forest, but his rider checked
him. Archie would not have gone in there for a dozen horses. The
undergrowth was all thorn-bushes, which stood so closely together that
it was only with the greatest difficulty that one could make his way
among them in daylight without being terribly scratched and torn. In the
dark it would have been almost as much as his life was worth to attempt
to force a passage through them.
“We must give him up until morning, if he doesn’t find his way out
before,” said Eugene.
“Then he’ll never come out,” returned Archie, dolefully. “Something will
make a meal of him before daylight. Good-by horse!”
“What do you suppose makes him stay in there anyhow? That’s what I can’t
understand,” said Frank. “If he went in there of his own free will he
ought to be able to find his way out.”
“Are there any natives about here who would be likely to dig pitfalls
for game in these woods?” asked George.
“Listen!” cried Eugene, suddenly. “That neigh certainly sounded louder
and plainer than the others. Yes, sir, he’s coming.”
Archie thought this news was too good to be true. He held his breath and
listened until the next shrill neigh was uttered, and then told himself
there was no mistake about it. Presently the boys could hear the horse
forcing his way through the bushes, and in ten minutes more he came out
into the open ground, and galloping forward to greet his companion,
rubbed noses with him, and said as plainly as a horse could say, that he
was overjoyed to see him once more.
When the boys reached the camp Mack was the first to greet them. Indeed,
he was so anxious to know whether or not the horse had been found, that
when he heard them coming he ran out and met them a hundred yards from
the wagon. “It’s all right,” said Archie, gleefully.
“You haven’t brought him back?” exclaimed the driver, in tones of
astonishment.
“Yes, we have.”
This declaration seemed to surprise Mack. He stood motionless for a
moment, and then moved around to take a look at the horse, which was
following the one on which Archie was mounted. He saw the animal, but it
seemed as if he could not be satisfied until he had put his hand on him.
This familiarity, however, the horse would not permit. He bounded out of
the driver’s reach, and turned his heels toward him as if he had a good
notion to kick him.
“There wasn’t any rope on—I mean—”
“Rope!” exclaimed Perk, when Mack hesitated. “Now I’ll tell you what’s a
fact, of course there wasn’t. Who should put a rope on him?”
“I mean it’s wonderful that you’ve got him back safe and sound,” said
the driver, quickly. “I was afraid some wild beast had found him before
this time.”
The boys thought the Scotchman acted very strangely, but they were so
glad to recover the horse that they did not stop to think about that.
Archie’s first care was to fasten the animal to the wagon beside Uncle
Dick’s horse, and when he had done that he went into the tent where the
rest of the party were arranging their beds preparatory to retiring, and
trying to decide what it was that had kept the horse out so long after
his companion had come into camp. The conclusion at which they arrived
was that he had become separated from the other horse and got bewildered
in the woods. This was the opinion advanced by the driver, and the rest
all thought he was right—all except Uncle Dick. The latter said nothing,
but he thought there was something suspicious about the whole
proceeding, and that it would be a good plan to set a watch over the
driver. He could not speak about it then, for Mack was present; but he
resolved that he would do it the first thing in the morning.
It was now dark and time to post the guards, so Frank called the first
relief, which, singularly enough, consisted of Walter and Bob, the very
ones who were on duty the night two of Potter’s men made a raid on their
camp in the Rocky Mountains. The latter Frank posted at the upper end of
the camp in plain view of the barricade, behind which the four Kaffirs
were lying, and the other he stationed near the wagon, to keep an eye on
the horses.
“I hope you will not get into as much trouble as you did the first time
I put you on guard,” said Frank.
“I think there is little danger of it,” laughed Walter. “There are no
outlaws in this country, and besides I have learned wisdom since then.
I’d like to see a man approach me to-night and deceive me as completely
as those two fellows did. It couldn’t be done.”
“I don’t suppose that any one will try it. As long as the Kaffirs know
that we are watching them and the horses, they will probably behave
themselves. We’d be in a nice fix if all our help should desert us,
wouldn’t we? Good-night. Keep up the fire, and call Archie at ten
o’clock.”
Frank went back to the tent, wrapped himself up in his blanket, and went
to sleep, lulled by the yelping of a pack of jackals, which made it a
point to serenade the camp as regularly as the prairie-wolves did when
the travellers were journeying on the plains. In half an hour more every
person in the camp seemed to be sound asleep except the two sentries.
These paced their beats alert and watchful, one thinking of home and
friends, and the other recalling the thrilling incidents that had
happened once upon a time while he was guarding camp away off in the
wilds of his own country. He went through the adventures of that night
again in imagination, and just as he got to that particular part of them
where he first discovered the outlaws approaching the camp, he heard a
footfall near him, and turning quickly about saw the driver step over
the wagon-tongue.
CHAPTER XVI.
DESERTED.
“What’s the matter, Mack?” asked Walter. “Do the jackals disturb you?”
“’Sh!” whispered the latter, making a warning gesture. “There’s no need
of arousing the camp, for I can make it all right myself.”
“Make what all right?” asked Walter, almost involuntarily sinking his
voice to a low whisper.
“Why, one of the Kaffirs has slipped away from Bob, and I saw him
sneaking off towards the woods with your uncle’s fine double-barrel in
his hands,” replied Mack.
“You did!” exclaimed Walter. “Then I must—”
“Never mind. I’ll do all that’s to be done. Don’t make the least noise,
because if you do the others will run away too, and we might as well be
at sea in an open boat without oars or sails, as out here in this
wilderness if the Kaffirs leave us. I’ll bring him back if you will lend
me your horse and gun.”
“Of course I will,” said Walter. “Don’t come back till you catch him,
for I don’t know what Uncle Dick would do without that rifle. He would
be sorry to lose it.”
“He shan’t lose it,” answered Mack, taking Walter’s saddle and bridle
out of the wagon and placing them upon the horse. “Say nothing to
nobody. I’ll have him back here in no time, and if I don’t use the
wagon-whip on him! Whew! I wouldn’t be in his place for no money.”
The horse was saddled and bridled in a trice, and Mack springing upon
his back took the rifle Walter handed to him, and rode away in the
darkness. All this passed so rapidly that it was done and Mack was out
of sight before Walter fairly realized it. Then it occurred to him that
it was very strange that the driver should want a horse to pursue a man
on foot who had but a few minutes the start of him, but when he came to
think about it, it was not so very strange either. Walter knew that some
of the Kaffirs could run like deer, and he knew, too, that Mack, having
been accustomed to ride on horseback ever since he was large enough to
sit alone in the saddle, was very much averse to walking, and very
clumsy besides; so perhaps the best thing had been done after all. He
was sorry to hear of his uncle’s loss, and wondered how the Kaffir could
have succeeded in obtaining possession of the weapon and stealing away
without being seen by Bob, who stood where he could observe every move
that was made about the tent. He waited most impatiently for Mack’s
return, but could hear nothing of him—it was so dark that he could not
have seen him until he was close upon the camp—and at ten o’clock he
mended the fire and called his relief. Archie presently came out with
his Maynard on his shoulder, and Walter told him what had happened,
adding that he had been looking for Mack every minute during the last
hour, and now began to fear that the Kaffir had succeeded in eluding him
in the darkness. He lay down on his blanket, intending to speak to Bob
about it; but the latter lingered to talk to his relief, and when he
came into the tent Walter was fast asleep.
Mack did not return during Archie’s watch, and at twelve o’clock he
called Eugene, to whom he repeated the substance of what Walter had told
him. Of course Eugene was highly excited at once, and when Archie went
into the tent, he walked toward the other end of the camp to take a look
at the Kaffirs, and see who it was that was missing. There was one among
them who had in some way incurred Eugene’s displeasure, and if this was
the one who had stolen Uncle Dick’s rifle, he would not be at all sorry
to see the wagon-whip used on him.
“Now just listen to me a minute, and I’ll tell you what’s a fact. What
are you doing here?” demanded Perk, who stood sentry at that end of the
camp.
“Do you know that one of your Kaffirs has run away?” asked Eugene.
“No; and one of them hasn’t run away, either,” replied Perk, almost
indignantly. “I haven’t been asleep.”
“Oh, he went while Bob was on—stole Uncle Dick’s fine gun too, the
rascal.”
“Then I must be blind, or else he put a dummy in his bed,” declared
Perk. “I counted them when I came out, and they were all there.”
“Are you sure?”
“Am I sure that I can count as high as four?”
“I begin to think you can’t,” answered Eugene. “Let’s go and see.”
The two boys advanced on tip-toe toward the place where the native
servants were curled up under the shelter of the thorn-bushes. They were
all soundly asleep, and so closely covered with their skin cloaks that
nothing but the tops of their woolly heads could be seen. Eugene counted
them twice, and then to make assurance doubly sure, went closer and
lifted the cloaks so that he could see their faces. Then he stepped back
again and looked at Perk. “What do you think now?” asked the latter.
Eugene did not know what to think.
“Who first started the story that one of them had run away?” continued
Perk.
“Mack started it. He told Walter so.”
“Now I’ll just tell you what’s a fact. Where’s Mack?”
“He borrowed Walter’s horse and gun and went out to catch the Kaffir.”
“Yes, and in the morning we’ll have to send somebody out to catch Mack.
I understand now why he didn’t want Archie to go out to look for his
horse. He had the animal tied up out there in the woods.”
“No!” exclaimed Eugene.
“Didn’t he ask if there was a rope on him? The horse got away somehow,
and Mack being afraid that he had brought the rope back with him, wanted
to get hold of him, so that he could take it off before we saw it. He
intended to leave the animal out there in the bushes until after dark,
when he would jump on him, and ride away; but that plan being knocked in
the head, he made up that funny story he told Walter, and got off after
all.”
Eugene waited to hear no more. Believing that Perk had made a very
shrewd guess, as indeed he had, he rushed into the tent to arouse his
uncle, and in doing so awoke all the boys, who, fearing that something
dreadful had happened, started up in alarm, and reached hurriedly for
their weapons. “Mack’s gone!” was all Eugene could say in reply to their
questions.
“I thought so,” exclaimed Walter, who then went on to describe the
interview that had taken place between him and the driver.
“It is all my fault,” said Frank. “I might have warned you.”
“Don’t worry over it,” returned Uncle Dick, quickly. “There’s no one to
blame except myself. If I had told you to put the boys on their guard
against Mack, you would have done so. You fellows, who are on watch,
keep your eyes open, and see that we don’t lose any more horses and
guns, and the rest of us will go to sleep again.”
Eugene thought this was taking matters very coolly, but after all he did
not see that there was anything else to be done. Mack was mounted on a
fleet horse and had a good long start; and besides he was so well
acquainted with the country that he could have escaped if there had been
an army in pursuit of him. He was gone, and there was an end of the
matter.
The boys were gloomy enough the next morning, but Uncle Dick was as
cheerful as usual. He aroused the Kaffirs at daylight and ordered them
to drive the oxen out to graze, while the boys, having turned the horses
loose, began the work of packing up. The Kaffirs obeyed very sullenly,
and the old sailor saw plainly enough that the trouble with his hired
help was only just beginning. They drove the oxen out, and contrary to
his usual custom, the cook went with them. They passed pretty close to
their employer, who saw their spear-heads sticking out from under one
side of their cloaks, while the other was bulged out as if the wearers
were carrying something under their left arms. He suspected the truth at
once, but said nothing, and smoked his morning pipe as serenely as
though everything was working to his entire satisfaction.
“Where in the world is that cook?” exclaimed Eugene about an hour later,
after the tent had been struck and all the camp equipage packed away in
the wagon. “I don’t see any preparations for breakfast.”
“Neither do I,” said Uncle Dick. “Perk, you used to act as ship’s cook
in the Banner once in a while; suppose you show us what you can do in
that line now. Yes,” he added, in reply to the inquiring looks that were
directed toward him, “we’re deserted.”
The boys dropped their work and gazed at one another in speechless
astonishment. At first they could hardly realize what the words meant.
They felt a good deal as shipwrecked mariners must feel when they find
themselves tossing about in the waves in an open boat with not a point
of land or a friendly sail in sight.
“From this time forward we must do the best we can by ourselves,”
continued the old sailor, cheerfully. “The Griquas here will show us the
way to their country, and when we have sold them everything there is in
the wagon that they want, we’ll hire some of them to guide us back to
the coast.”
“And when we get there, if we ever do, I for one shall be ready to start
for home,” declared Walter.
“Oh, don’t get gloomy over it. Some of you have been in worse situations
than this.”
“But are you sure the Kaffirs are gone?” asked Fred.
“As sure as I can be. When they went out with the oxen this morning they
took all their property with them.”
“And you saw it and never tried to stop them?” inquired Eugene.
“I did. Why should I try to stop them? If a Kaffir will not work
willingly you can’t force him to do it. They would have slipped away
from us some time or other, and since they were bound to go, they might
as well go to-day as to-morrow.”
The boys were stunned, bewildered by this unexpected calamity, and it
was a long time before Uncle Dick’s cheering words had any effect on
them.
They had depended wholly upon Mack to make this expedition successful,
and to conduct them safely back to the coast, and now that he was gone
it seemed as if their mainstay was gone, and that there was nothing left
for them but to give up entirely. They had put such implicit faith in
Mack, too! It was only during the last few hours that any one began to
suspect that he was not altogether worthy of the confidence that had
been reposed in him.
But this gloomy state of feeling could not long continue while the old
sailor was about. His cheerfulness and good-nature were contagious, and
in less than half an hour the boys were talking as merrily about what
they had considered to be a misfortune as though it was the most
agreeable thing that could have happened to them. Perk’s breakfast
completely restored their spirits, and when they had done full justice
to it, the inspanning began. This was the most annoying piece of work
the boys had yet undertaken. They shouted and talked Dutch and threw
stones as they had heard and seen the Kaffirs do, but the oxen were not
acquainted with them, and ran away as fast as they were brought up to
the yokes. Eugene said it was because the animals were disgusted with
their efforts to talk in a foreign tongue, and advised his companions to
scold them in English; but this had no better effect. However, after
they had all shouted themselves hoarse, and thrown stones until their
arms ached, the last ox was put into the yoke, and Walter, who
volunteered to act as driver, picked up the whip.
“Whoa! Haw, there, Buck! Get up!” he shouted; and following the example
of the absent driver, who always gave the signal for starting by making
his whip crack like a pistol, he swung the heavy lash around, but with
no other result than to hit himself a stinging blow across the ear.
While his companions were laughing at him, and Walter was dancing about,
holding one hand to the side of his head, and trying with the other to
unwrap the lash that had wound itself around his body, Uncle Dick
shouted: “Trek! trek!” The oxen, understanding this, settled into the
yokes, and the wagon was quickly in motion.
We might relate many interesting and some amusing incidents that
happened during the next few weeks, but as we have to do principally
with the adventures that befell our heroes, we must hasten on to the
last, and wind up the history of the Sportsman’s Club. Led by the
Griquas, who acted as their guides, the travellers finally reached the
principal village of the tribe (they saw nothing of the wild Bushmen
during the journey, although they kept a constant lookout for them) and
when they had taken a good view of it, they fervently hoped that their
stay there would be a short one. They could see nothing attractive in
the dirty savages who surrounded them, or in the still dirtier hovels
that served them for shelter. Besides, they were growing heartily tired
of staying ashore. They had seen quite enough of life in Africa, and
began to talk more about home and friends than they had done at any time
since leaving Bellville. But their departure from the village was
delayed more than a month. In the first place, the natives proved to be
hard people to deal with. It took them a long time to make up their
minds how much ivory ought to be given for one of the guns Uncle Dick
offered them, and when that point had been settled, the chief suddenly
found out that there was no ivory in the village, and that he would have
to send and bring it before any trading could be done. Upon hearing
this, Uncle Dick inspanned at once and set out for the coast; but before
he had gone many miles he was overtaken by a messenger from the chief,
who told him that if he would return to the village he should have an
elephant’s tooth for every gun he had to sell. The travellers turned
back, and after that there was little delay in the trading. The
elephants’ teeth came in rapidly, the last gun was finally disposed of,
and when the ivory had been packed away in the wagon, and guides and
servants engaged, the travellers were ready to turn their faces
homeward.
The last night they were to pass among the Griquas was spent by the boys
in doing a little trading on their own account. They were strolling
about, taking a last look at everything, and exchanging a few beads, and
some brass and copper wire, for spears and war-clubs, when their
attention was attracted by a commotion which suddenly arose in the upper
end of the town. The boys looked up, and were surprised to see that the
natives were running about in the greatest alarm, catching up whatever
articles of value they could lay their hands on, and then dodging into
their hovels and barricading their doors after them. Some of the more
timid ones, having collected their property, took to their heels, and
ran across the plain as if a pack of jackals were after them.
“What’s up now?” asked Archie. “I don’t see anything to frighten them.”
“Who are those coming there?” said Frank.
The others looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a long line of
warriors rising over the nearest hill. While they were looking at them,
wondering who they were and what had brought them there, they heard
Uncle Dick calling to them. “Here’s more trouble, boys,” said the old
sailor. “I don’t want to alarm you, but it is always well to be prepared
for the worst.”
“Is the village going to be attacked?” asked Frank.
“Oh, no. These are Zulus, and they are probably a delegation sent by
their king to take us to that country.”
“Across the desert where the wild Bushmen live?” exclaimed Eugene.
“Exactly,” replied Uncle Dick.
“But we have nothing they want,” said Walter. “We’ve sold all our guns,
beads, and wire.”
“I know it.”
“Then tell them so when they come up.”
“What good will it do? Haven’t you seen enough of these natives to know
that you can’t reason with them any more than you can reason with a
stone?”
“What made the Griquas run so,” asked Bob.
“Oh, these Zulus are a fierce and warlike race, and the Griquas are
afraid of them. But they are after us now. If their leader has orders to
take us back with him, he’ll have to do it or lose his head when he gets
home.”
This was a most alarming piece of news. The driver had said so much
about the wild Bushmen and their poisoned arrows, and had given so
graphic a description of the desert they lived in, where there was no
game to be found, and no grass or water for the stock, that the boys
were frightened whenever they thought of the dangers that must attend
every step of the journey to the Zulu country. While they were turning
the matter over in their minds, the warriors marched through the
principal street of the village, which was by this time entirely
deserted, and stopped in front of Uncle Dick’s tent. There were probably
a hundred and fifty of them in the band. They were fine-looking men
physically, and all except two were armed with spears and war-clubs, and
carried shields of elephant’s hide. Those who were not armed followed
close behind the leader, and carried two elephants’ tusks upon their
shoulders.
The leader of the warriors stopped in front of Uncle Dick, and after
laying down his shield and weapons began a speech, which would no doubt
have proved very entertaining to the travellers if they could have
understood it; but as the chief spoke in his native tongue his words did
not make much of an impression upon them. The speech occupied the best
part of ten minutes, and when it was concluded the men with the
elephants’ tusks stepped up and laid them on the ground in front of
Uncle Dick, and when they straightened up again one of them began to
interpret the speech in Dutch. Then the boys listened with some
interest. They had learned enough of this language during their
intercourse with Mack and the Griquas, to carry on quite a lengthy
conversation with any one who spoke slowly and distinctly. The native
did neither, but still the Club caught enough of his speech to satisfy
them that Uncle Dick had not been mistaken in regard to the object the
Zulus had in view in visiting his camp. The speaker said that his king,
who lived on the other side of the desert, was a very powerful monarch,
and having heard that there was an English trader in the neighborhood
(the natives seemed to think that every white man who came into their
country to hunt and trade must of necessity be an Englishman), he had
sent him and his companions to conduct him to their principal town,
where there was ivory enough to fill a dozen wagons. To prove it the
king had sent the trader two elephants’ teeth, in exchange for which he
expected to receive the best double-barrel there was in the party. The
faithful warriors who brought these teeth were hungry and thirsty, for
they had travelled far and rapidly, and the Englishman must furnish them
with meat to eat and tea to drink.
Uncle Dick’s reply to this insolent demand was short and to the point.
There was not meat enough in his wagon to feed so large a party, he
said, and he could not spend time to hunt for it, for having sold all
his guns he had made ready to start for Grahamstown early the next
morning; so the warriors might take their elephant’s teeth and go back
as they came. The interpreter seemed to be greatly shocked at this
reply, and tried to remonstrate with Uncle Dick, telling him that he was
running a great risk in defying his king in that way. But the old sailor
repeated what he had said, adding that as he was a licensed trader, he
was free to go and come when he pleased, and he intended to exercise the
privilege.
The chief listened impatiently while this conversation was going on, and
when it was ended turned to the interpreter to hear Uncle Dick’s reply.
It threw him into an awful rage at once. He stamped his feet on the
ground, caught up handfuls of dust and threw them into the air above his
head, swung his arms wildly about, and shouted at the top of his voice.
The longer he talked the angrier he seemed to grow; and what he might
have been led to do had he been allowed to go on until his rage boiled
over, it is hard to tell; but just as he was working himself up to the
fighting-point, he was interrupted most unexpectedly. A series of
terrific Indian yells, so loud and piercing that they completely drowned
the chief’s voice, suddenly arose on the air, causing the warrior to
drop his arms and stand motionless with amazement. Of course the yells
came from Dick Lewis. He thought from the looks of things that a fight
would soon be in progress, and began preparing for it in a manner
peculiar to himself. He dashed his hat upon the ground, pulled off his
hunting shirt and sent it after the hat, and began to loosen his joints
by making the most extraordinary leaps and contortions, yelling the
while with all the power of his lungs. The chief looked at him for a few
seconds, and then hastily gathering up his weapons, made off, followed
by his men, who fled in such haste that they never thought to take the
elephants’ teeth with them. In two minutes from the time Dick began his
leaping and shouting there was not one of them in sight.
CHAPTER XVII.
CONCLUSION.
The Club stood speechless with astonishment, and so did the trapper.
Uncle Dick was the first to break the silence, which he did by laughing
long and heartily. “You have made a reputation now, Lewis,” said he.
“These natives are all firm believers in witchcraft, and they think you
are a medicine-man.”
This was the reason why the Zulus had fled in such hot haste. They had
never seen a white man dressed as Dick was, and neither had they ever
seen one act so strangely. It struck them at once that he was a
conjuror, and that he was going through some sort of an incantation for
the purpose of bringing some dire calamity upon his foes.
“I think we have seen the last of them for to-night,” continued Uncle
Dick. “Now when we resume our journey we must make all haste, for when
these fellows go back to their own country their king will send an army
after us, and Dick may not be able to frighten them away again.”
As soon as the Zulus were gone the Griquas came out of their
hiding-places and gathered about the tent, all clamoring to know how it
happened that the dreaded enemy had been driven off so easily. When
Uncle Dick gravely informed them that his conjuror had found means to
send them away, their gratitude knew no bounds. Then most of them
dispersed at once, and when they returned, brought presents of milk and
corn—articles for which they had hitherto demanded the highest prices in
beads and wire—and tremblingly placed them on the ground before the
great medicine-man. Groups of them stood about the fire until ten
o’clock that night, watching every move he made; and Dick had only to
stand erect, look toward the stars, extend an arm at full length and
pull the other back to his shoulder as if he were drawing a bow, to send
them scampering away at the top of their speed.
The next morning the travellers were astir at an early hour, all eager
to begin the journey to the coast; but now another difficulty was
presented. The Griquas who had been engaged to fill the places of the
Kaffirs were nowhere to be found. The boys were dismayed, but Uncle Dick
was as serene as usual. “I expected it,” said he. “They were frightened
by that visit from the Zulus. We must depend upon the oxen to guide us
back.”
“Do they know the way home?” asked George.
“No, but they made a trail coming here, and their instinct will lead
them to follow that trail back.”
“Why, it must be obliterated by this time.”
“No matter for that. They will find and follow it in the darkest of
nights.”
Inspanning was a task the boys did not like, and they hoped they had
assisted in it for the last time; but as there was no one to do the
business for them they set to work with a will, and by ten o’clock the
wagon was in motion. Contrary to their expectations, not a Griqua
followed them out of the village. They were afraid of the Zulus, and so
was Uncle Dick, if one might judge by the way he disposed of his forces,
and the arrangements he made for repelling an attack. He and Frank went
on ahead as usual, the two trappers brought up the rear—there were no
loose cattle and horses to drive now—and the others rode beside the
wagon, Eugene being instructed in case of difficulty to take his brother
up behind him. The travellers moved in this order until the middle of
the afternoon, when they entered the dry bed of what had once been a
stream of considerable magnitude. The high banks on each side were
thickly lined with bushes and rocks, affording excellent ambush for an
enemy, and as the bed of the stream was only forty feet wide, and the
road ran through the middle of it, it was impossible for the travellers
to get out of range of the javelins of the Zulus should they chance to
be awaiting them here. And they were waiting for them, just as Uncle
Dick expected they would be. The chief of the Zulus, having recovered
from his fright, had made a wide detour around the village during the
night, and concealed his warriors along the banks of the stream among
the rocks and bushes. When the passage was about half completed he made
his presence known. The signal for attack was a loud yell given by the
chief, who suddenly appeared on the top of one of the high rocks on the
bank; but no sooner had he gained a footing there, than a bullet from
Bob Kelly’s ready rifle brought him headlong into the bed of the stream.
His warriors however, promptly obeyed the signal. They arose from their
concealments on both sides of the road, and the way the spears whistled
through the air for a few minutes was surprising. The majority of these
weapons seemed to be aimed at the two trappers—the warriors, no doubt,
believing that if the conjuror could be killed the rest of the
travellers could be easily managed—and it was a wonder how they escaped
being pierced by them. Their horses were struck down almost instantly,
but the trappers landed on their feet, and sheltering themselves behind
convenient rocks in the road, opened a hot fire on the savages.
All these things happened in less than a minute. Although the attack was
not altogether unexpected, it was still a surprise, it was made so
suddenly. As soon as Uncle Dick had time to think he began to issue his
orders.
“Leave the wagon, boys,” said he, “and run for that high hill you see
yonder.”
“Come on, Dick,” shouted Archie, slinging his empty Maynard on his back
and drawing his pistols from their holsters.
“Lewis, you and Bob stay where you are,” commanded Uncle Dick. “You’re
safe there, and in a few minutes we shall be in a position to help you.”
The boys, led by Uncle Dick, at once put their horses into a full
gallop. Walter, who was seated on the driver’s box, springing up behind
his brother, and Frank bringing up the rear, carrying a revolver in each
hand, and banging away every time he saw a head to fire at. The oxen,
frightened by the shouting and the noise of the firearms, tried to
follow, but three of them had already been killed in the yoke, and the
leaders turning back upon those in the rear, the team became mixed up in
the greatest confusion.
Frank was astonished at the force with which the Zulus threw their
spears. They did not throw them very accurately, for the reason that
they were so very much afraid of the bullets which rattled about among
the rocks, that they did not spend an instant in poising their weapons
before they launched them; but they sent them through the air with great
speed, and those which struck the oxen and horses made wounds that were
almost instantly fatal. Presently Frank was given further proof that
they were terrible weapons in the hands of those who knew how to use
them. Archie, who was galloping along in front of him, mounted on the
splendid animal which he had paraded before his cousin when the latter
drew the ungainly beast he was then riding, suddenly came to the ground
all in a heap. Frank drew up on the instant, and the utmost horror was
depicted on his countenance as he threw himself from his saddle and
kneeled by his cousin’s side. As he did so a spear whistled through the
air and buried itself in the sand beside him, but he paid no attention
to it. His thoughts were wholly wrapped up in his cousin, who set his
fears at rest by saying, cheerfully,
“I’m all right, but I’ve lost my horse at last. Did you see that spear
go through his neck? He has fallen on my leg, and I—Oh, Frank!”
The latter, who had seized his cousin by the shoulders, and was exerting
all his strength to pull him to his feet, suddenly released his hold and
fell by Archie’s side. At the same time there was a whistling sound in
the air, and Archie looked up to see the shaft of a spear quivering in
the air above his cousin’s side, the point being out of sight. It looked
as though it was buried in Frank’s body, but fortunately it was not. It
had passed through the haversack in which he carried the cartridges for
his Maynard, and was thrown with sufficient force to carry him to the
ground. The next moment the grim warrior who launched the weapon came
tumbling heels over head down the bank, while a triumphant shout from
Dick Lewis told the cousins who it was that sent him there.
“It is hot about here, Frank. You had better take care of yourself,”
said Archie.
The only notice Frank took of this friendly advice was to jump to his
feet and renew his efforts to release his cousin. This time he was
successful, but when he lifted him to his feet Archie found that he
could not stand alone. That, however, was a matter of small moment
seeing that Frank had a horse close by. The animal had remained
motionless where his rider left him, and it was the work of but a few
seconds for Frank to jump into the saddle and pull his cousin up after
him. This done, he put the animal to the top of his speed, and the two
were carried safely down the ravine and into the midst of their friends,
who having reached the hill of which Uncle Dick had spoken, were in a
position to drive the Zulus from the field. Having a cross-fire upon
them they had complete command of their position, and one volley was all
that was needed to send them flying up the hill on each side of the
ravine.
As soon as the Zulus were out of sight the trappers arose from their
concealments, and having removed the saddles and bridles from their dead
steeds and thrown them into the wagon, they proceeded to put the train
in motion, Uncle Dick and his party keeping up a steady fire all the
while to prevent the return of the savages. While Bob cut the dead oxen
loose from the yokes, Dick forced the leaders back into their places,
and when the animals had been made to understand what was required of
them, they brought the wagon up the hill in safety. It was a lucky fight
taken altogether. The Zulus must have suffered severely; the trappers
said they had seen a dozen or more of them tumble into the ravine, while
all the travellers lost were three oxen and as many horses. Frank had
had a very narrow escape. The weapon which had so nearly ended his
existence was packed carefully away in the wagon with the haversack
still fast to it. He intended that these articles should some day occupy
a prominent place among the curiosities in his room at the cottage.
The misfortunes which had thus far followed the travellers seemed to end
with that fight. From that time forward things worked as smoothly as
could be desired. Fortune first smiled upon them the next morning when
the Griquas, who had been engaged to accompany them to the coast,
entered the camp. The Zulus having been whipped and driven out of the
country, they were no longer afraid to fulfil their contract. Walter was
glad to see them, for he was tired of acting as driver, and so were the
rest of the boys, for they were relieved of the task of inspanning. They
passed back through the Boer settlement, and here another surprise
awaited them. The Dutchmen having had time to recover their good-nature
were in the humor for trading, and at every farm they visited some of
the goods, which they thought they would have to carry back to
Grahamstown with them, were exchanged for fat cattle. Long before they
reached the coast their stock was exhausted, there was a drove of eighty
oxen following behind the wagon, and those of the party who had lost
their horses were remounted on animals purchased from the Boers.
Everything was disposed of at a fair profit, so that the expedition,
which at first threatened to end in failure, turned out much better than
they had ever hoped it would.
Uncle Dick’s first care, when he reached the coast, was to inquire for
his runaway driver, of whom he had heard at several farm-houses along
the route. He found that the man had been in Grahamstown, and that he
had sold a horse and gun there; but they were not the same that he had
stolen from his employer. Mack was much too smart for that. He had
traded off Uncle Dick’s horse and gun at the first opportunity, sold
those he received in exchange, and used the money to carry him out of
the country. Uncle Dick’s gun had probably been left with some Boer a
thousand miles back in the interior; but of course it would not pay to
go back after it.
When the last ox, the last pound of ivory, and the last article
composing their outfit had been disposed of, the party went on board the
schooner in high spirits; and at the turn of the tide the anchor was
hoisted not to be dropped again, they fondly hoped, until they sailed
into the bay at the rear of Mr. Gaylord’s plantation. Nothing happened
to mar the pleasure of the homeward voyage. Propelled by favoring
breezes the Stranger sped merrily on her way, and the topsails were
scarcely touched from the day they took their departure from the Cape of
Good Hope until land was sighted on the other side of the Atlantic. The
first familiar object they saw was Lost Island, which would ever be
memorable in the history of the Sportsman’s Club, and the next was the
village of Bellville. As the schooner sailed along past the town—the
wind being favorable she did not signal for a tug to tow her in—her
appearance attracted the attention of the people on the wharves, who
gazed at her with great interest. There were some among them who had
never seen her before, while others thought there was something about
her that looked familiar, but they could not tell who she was. The
Club’s friends had learned from Chase and Wilson that the Stranger was
homeward bound, but they did not look for her so soon, and not one on
the wharf could call her by name until they saw her round the point
above the village and shape her course towards Mr. Gaylord’s wharf. Then
it was too late to welcome her.
When the schooner rounded the point the Gaylord mansion and all its
surroundings came plainly into view. The family did not seem to be on
the lookout for her, but they were quickly made aware of her arrival.
The twenty-four pounders, whose voices had not been heard since they
spoke so emphatically to the inhabitants of that island away off in the
Pacific, awoke the echoes of the hills, and when the breeze carried away
the smoke that rolled up from their muzzles, some one was seen running
along the carriageway that led from the barn to the house. It was old
Sam. He was gone but a few minutes, and when he returned he was
accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Gaylord. The schooner stood as close in to
the jetty as the depth of the water would permit, and then dropped her
anchor. Before it had fairly touched the bottom the gig was in the
water, and Uncle Dick and the Club were on their way to the shore.
Of course, a perfect round of festivities followed the return of the
wanderers, and the happy Christmas times were repeated. It was a week
before George Le Dell and the cousins could tear themselves away from
the hospitable Gaylord mansion. The rickety stage-coach carried them to
New Orleans, and when they had taken leave of the trappers and seen them
safely on board a steamer bound for St. Louis, they took passage on
board a Washita River boat, and the next time they set foot ashore it
was in front of George’s home. There the cousins remained another
week—Archie would have been glad to prolong the stay indefinitely—and
then started for Lawrence, where they arrived in due time, their voyage
around the world being happily terminated.
Now, reader, the story of the Club’s adventures and exploits is ended,
and before bidding them and you farewell, it only remains for us to tell
where they are now, and what they have been doing since we last saw
them. It is a true saying, that the boy is father to the man; and from
what we know of our heroes, it is safe to predict that the virtues of
manliness, truthfulness and fidelity which have ruled their lives in the
past will always be strictly adhered to. Frank Nelson has not yet made
anything more than a local reputation, but that he is sure to do it some
day his friends all feel confident. He is a practicing lawyer in his
native State. He is as fond of his fishing-rod and double-barrel as he
ever was, and spends a portion of each summer at the Rangeley Lakes and
among the Adirondacks. If he ever goes into politics, as his friends are
urging him to do, it is to be hoped that he will use his influence and
eloquence to correct some of the abuses that are now so prevalent. His
home is still at Lawrence, where his mother resides. Archie Winters,
shortly after his return from abroad, became a student at a certain
polytechnic institute. He settled down to business with the
determination to make a man and a civil engineer of himself. He
graduated with honors, stepped at once into a responsible and lucrative
position, and the cards of invitation that were sent out a few months
ago show what he was working for. Archie is married now, and General Le
Dell and his family go North every summer to visit him and his wife.
Henry Chase and Leonard Wilson have purchased an orange plantation in
Florida, and report says they are respected and successful men.
Fred Craven is a first lieutenant in the revenue service; and when he
becomes a captain, as he probably will before another year has passed
over his head, we should like to see any smuggler outwit him as Mr. Bell
outwitted the captain of the cutter who overhauled the Banner once upon
a time, and made her captain and crew prisoners. Jasper Babcock is a
commission merchant and cotton factor in Bellville; George Le Dell, who
is Archie’s brother-in-law, is in the same business in Memphis; Phil
Perkins owns a controlling interest in a line of steamers plying between
New Orleans and Galveston; and Walter and Eugene are carrying on their
father’s extensive plantation, Mr. Gaylord having retired from active
business. Of course they live at home—there is no place in the world
like home, they think—and so does Uncle Dick, whose cabin is as much a
place of resort for the young men of the vicinity as it used to be for
the boys. The Banner is still in existence, and as for the Stranger,
Uncle Dick says she is as good as she ever was, and still able to beat
anything of her size that floats.
The intercourse between the cousins and the Sportsman’s Club which was
brought about almost by accident, has never been interrupted. This
acquaintance quickly ripened into friendship, which will be as lasting
as life itself. Many a grand reunion have they had since they returned
from abroad; and of all the adventures of which they have been the
heroes, none occupy a more prominent place in their memories or are so
often discussed as those that befell them while they were sojourning
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Introduction
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It is known that sufficiently thin subsequences of general r.v.sequences behave like i.i.d. sequences. For example, Chatterji [@chaclt], [@chalil] and Gaposhkin [@gap1966], [@gap1972] proved that if a sequence $(X_n)$ of r.v.’s satisfies $\sup_n EX_n^2<\infty$, then one can find a subsequence $(X_{n_k})$ and r.v.’s $X$ and $Y\ge 0$ such that $$\label{CLTm}
\frac{1}{\sqrt N} \sum_{k\le N} (X_{n_k} - X)
\overset{d}{\longrightarrow} N(0,Y)$$ and $$\label{LILm}
\limsup_{N\to\infty} \, \frac{1}{\sqrt{2N \log\log N}} \sum_{k\le N}
(X_{n_k} - X) = Y^{1/2} \qquad \textup{a.s.},$$ where $N(0,Y)$ denotes the distribution of the r.v. $Y^{1/2} \zeta$ where $\zeta$ is an $N(0, 1)$ r.v. independent of $Y$. Komlós [@ko] proved that under $\sup_n E|X_n|<\infty$ there exists a subsequence $(X_{n_k})$ and an integrable r.v. $X$ such that $$\lim_{N\to\infty} \frac{1}{N} \sum_{k=1}^N X_{n_k}=X \qquad \text{a.s.}$$ and Chatterji [@chalp] showed that under $\sup_n
E|X_n|^p<\infty$, $0<p<2$ the conclusion of the previous theorem can be changed to $$\lim_{N\to\infty} \frac{1}{N^{1/p}} \sum_{k=1}^N (X_{n_k}-X)=0
\qquad \text{a.s.}$$ for some $X$ with $E|X|^p<\infty$. Note the randomization in all these examples: the role of the mean and variance of the subsequence $(X_{n_k})$ is played by random variables $X$, $Y$. On the basis of these and several other examples, Chatterji [@chasub] formulated the following heuristic principle:
[**Subsequence Principle**]{}. [*Let $T$ be a probability limit theorem valid for all sequences of i.i.d. random variables belonging to an integrability class $L$ defined by the finiteness of a norm $\|\ \cdot \|_L$. Then if $(X_n)$ is an arbitrary (dependent) sequence of random variables satisfying $\sup_n\|X_n\|_L < + \infty$ then there exists a subsequence $(X_{n_k})$ satisfying $T$ in a mixed form.*]{}
In a profound paper, Aldous [@ald] proved the validity of this principle for all limit theorems concerning the almost sure or distributional behavior of a sequence of functionals $f_k(X_1, X_2, \ldots)$ of a sequence $(X_n)$ of r.v.’s. Most “usual” limit theorems belong to this class; for precise formulations, discussion and examples we refer to [@ald]. On the other hand, the theory does not cover functionals $f_k$ containing parameters (as in weighted limit theorems) or allows limit theorems to involve other type of uniformities. Such uniformities play an important role in analysis. For example, if from a sequence $(X_n)$ of r.v.’s with finite $p$-th moments ($p\ge 1$) one can select a subsequence $(X_{n_k})$ such that $$K^{-1} \left(\sum_{i=1}^N a_i^2\right)^{1/2} \le \big\Vert \sum_{i=1}^N a_i
X_{n_i}\big\Vert_p \le K \left(\sum_{i=1}^N a_i^2\right)^{1/2}$$ for some constant $0<K<\infty$, for every $N\ge 1$ and every $(a_1,\ldots,a_N)\in {\mathbb{R}}^N$, then the subspace of $L^p$ spanned by $(X_n)$ contains a subspace isomorphic to Hilbert space. Such embedding arguments go back to the classical paper of Kadec and Pelczynski [@kape] and play an important role in Banach space theory, see e.g. Dacunha-Castelle and Krivine [@dc2], Aldous [@ald2]. In the theory of orthogonal series and in Banach space theory we frequently need subsequences $(f_{n_k})$ of a sequence $(f_n)$ such that $\sum_{k=1}^\infty a_k f_{n_k}$ converges a.e. or in norm, after any permutation of its terms, for a class of coefficient sequences $(a_k)$. Here we need uniformity both over a class of coefficient sequences $(a_k)$ and over all permutations of the terms of the series. A number of uniform limit theorems for subsequences have been proved by ad hoc arguments. Révész [@re] showed that for any sequence $(X_n)$ of r.v.’s satisfying $\sup_n EX_n^2<\infty$ one can find a subsequence $(X_{n_k})$ and a r.v. $X$ such that $\sum_{k=1}^\infty a_k (X_{n_k}-X)$ converges a.s. provided $\sum_{k=1}^\infty a_k^2<\infty$. Under $\sup_n \|X_n\|_\infty <+\infty$, Gaposhkin [@gap1966] showed that there exists a subsequence $(X_{n_k})$ and r.v.’s $X$ and $Y\ge 0$ such that for any real sequence $(a_k)$ satisfying the uniform asymptotic negligibility condition $$\label{uan1}
\max_{1\le k \le N} |a_k|=o(A_N), \qquad A_N=\left(\sum_{k=1}^N a_k^2\right)^{1/2}$$ we have $$\label{CLTm1}
\frac{1}{A_N} \sum_{k\le N} a_k (X_{n_k} - X)
\overset{d}{\longrightarrow} N(0,Y)$$ and for any real sequence $(a_k)$ satisfying the Kolmogorov condition $$\label{uan2}
\max_{1\le k \le N} |a_k|=o(A_N/(\log\log A_N)^{1/2})$$ we have $$\label{CLTm2}
\frac{1}{(2A_N\log\log A_N)^{1/2}} \sum_{k\le N} a_k (X_{n_k} - X)=Y^{1/2} \qquad \text{a.s.}$$ For a fixed coefficient sequence $(a_k)$ the above results follow from Aldous’ general theorems, but the subsequence $(X_{n_k})$ provided by the proofs depends on $(a_k)$ and to find a subsequence working for all $(a_k)$ simultaneously requires a uniformity which is, in general, not easy to establish and it can fail in important situations. (See Guerre and Raynaud [@gura] for a natural problem where uniformity is not valid.) In [@ald], Aldous used an equicontinuity argument to prove a permutation-invariant version of the theorem of Révész above, implying that every orthonormal system $(f_n)$ contains a subsequence $(f_{n_k})$ which, using the standard terminology, is an [*unconditional convergence system.*]{} This had been a long standing open problem in the theory of orthogonal series (see Uljanov [@ul], p. 48) and was first proved by Komlós [@ko2]. In [@be1985] we used the method of Aldous to prove extensions of the Kadec-Pelczynski theorem, as well as selection theorems for almost symmetric sequences. The purpose of the present paper is to use a similar technique to prove a uniform limit theorem of probabilistic importance, namely the analogue of Gaposhkin’s uniform CLT (\[uan1\])–(\[CLTm1\]) in the case when the limit distribution of the normed sum is a stable law with parameter $0<\alpha<2$. To formulate our result, we need some definitions. Using the terminology of [@bero], call the sequence $(X_n)$ of r.v.’s [*determining*]{} if it has a limit distribution relative to any set $A$ in the probability space with $P(A) > 0$, i.e. for any $A\subset\Omega$ with $P(A) > 0$ there exists a distribution function $F_A$ such that $$\lim\limits_{n \to\infty} P(X_n < t\mid A) = F_A(t)$$ for all continuity points $t$ of $F_A$. By an extension of the Helly-Bray theorem (see [@bero]), every tight sequence of r.v.’s contains a determining subsequence. Hence in studying the asymptotic behavior of thin subsequences of general tight sequences we can assume without loss of generality that our original sequence $(X_n)$ is determining. By [@bero], Proposition 2.1, for any continuity point $t$ of the limit distribution function $F_\Omega$, the sequence $I\{X_n\le t\}$ converges weakly in $L^\infty$ to some r.v. $G_t$; clearly $G_s \le G_t$ a.s. for any $s\le t$. (A sequence $(\xi_n)$ of bounded r.v.’s is said to converge to a bounded r.v. $\xi$ weakly in $L^\infty$ if $E(\xi_n\eta)\longrightarrow E(\xi \eta)$ for any integrable r.v. $\eta$. To avoid confusion, we will call ordinary weak convergence of probability theory distributional convergence). Using a standard procedure (see e.g. Révész [@re2], Lemma 6.1.4), by choosing a dense countable set $D$ of continuity points of $F_\Omega$, one can construct versions of $G_t$, $t\in D$ such that, for every fixed $\omega\in \Omega$, the function $G_t (\omega), t\in D$ extends to a distribution function. Letting $\mu$ denote the corresponding measure, $\mu$ is called the [*limit random measure*]{} of $(X_n)$; it was introduced by Aldous [@ald]; for properties and applications see [@ald2], [@be1985], [@bepe], [@bero]. Clearly, $\mu$ can be considered as a measurable map from the underlying probability space $(\Omega,{\cal F}, P)$ to the space $\mathcal{M}$ of probability measures on $\mathbb{R}$ equipped with the Prohorov metric $\pi$. It is easily seen that for any $A$ with $P(A) > 0$ and any continuity point $t$ of $F_A$ we have $$\label{(4)} F_A(t) =
E_A(\mu (-\infty, t)),$$ where $E_A$ denotes conditional expectation given $A$. Note that $\mu$ depends on the actual r.v.’s $X_n$, but the distribution of $\mu$ in $(\mathcal{M}, \pi)$ depends solely on the distribution of the sequence $(X_n)$. The situation concerning the unweighted CLT for lacunary sequences can now be summarized by the following theorem.
\[theorem1\] Let $(X_n)$ be a determining sequence of r.v.’s with limit random measure $\mu$. Then there exists a subsequence $(X_{n_k})$ satisfying, together with all of its subsequences, the CLT (\[CLTm\]) with suitable r.v.’s $X$ and $Y\ge 0$ if and only if $$\label{cltcond}
\int_{-\infty}^\infty x^2 d\mu(x) < \infty \qquad \text{a.s.}$$
The sufficiency part of the theorem is contained in Aldous’general subsequence theorems in [@ald]; the necessity was proved in our recent paper [@bt]. Note that the condition for the CLT for lacunary subsequences of $(X_n)$ is given in terms of the limit random measure of $(X_n)$ and this condition is the exact analogue of the condition in the i.i.d. case, only the common distribution of the i.i.d. variables is replaced by the limit random measure. Note also that the existence of second moments of $(X_n)$ (or the existence of any moments) is not necessary for the conclusion of Theorem \[theorem1\].
In this paper we investigate the analogous question in case of a nonnormal stable limit distribution, i.e. the question under what conditions a sequence $(X_n)$ of r.v.’s has a subsequence $(X_{n_k})$ whose weighted partial sums, suitably normalized, converge weakly to an $\alpha$-stable distribution, $0<\alpha<2$. Let, for $c>0$ and $0<\alpha<2$, $G_{\alpha, c}$ denote the distribution function with characteristic function $\exp(-c|t|^\alpha)$ and let $S=S(\alpha, c)$ denote the class of symmetric distributions on $\mathbb R$ with characteristic function $\varphi$ satisfying $$\label{phi}
\varphi(t)=1-c|t|^\alpha+o(|t|^\alpha) \qquad \text {as} \ t\to 0.$$ Our main result is
\[theorem2\] Let $0<\alpha<2$, $c>0$ and let $(X_n)$ be a determining sequence of r.v.’s with limit random measure $\mu$. Assume that $\mu\in S(\alpha, c)$ with probability 1. Then there exists a subsequence $(X_{n_k})$ such that for any real sequence $(a_k)$ satisfying $$\label{an}
\max_{1\le k \le N} |a_k|=o(A_N), \quad A_N=\left(\sum_{k=1}^N |a_k|^\alpha \right)^{1/\alpha}$$ we have $$A_N^{-1} \sum_{k=1}^N a_k X_{n_k}\overset{d}{\longrightarrow} G_{\alpha, c}.$$
Condition (\[phi\]) holds provided the corresponding (symmetric) distribution function $F$ satisfies $$1-F(x)= c_1 x^{-\alpha} + \beta (x) x^{-\alpha}, \qquad x>0$$ where $c_1>0$ is a suitable constant, $\beta (x)$ is non-increasing for $x\ge x_0$ and $\lim_{x\to\infty} \beta (x) = 0$. (See Berkes and Dehling [@bede], Lemma 3.2.) Apart from the monotonicity condition, this is equivalent to the fact that $F$ is in the domain of normal attraction of a symmetric stable distribution. (See e.g. Feller [@fe], p. 581.) It is natural to ask if the conclusion of Theorem \[theorem2\] remains valid (with a suitable centering factor) assuming only that $\mu \in S$ a.s. where $S$ denotes the domain of normal attraction of a fixed stable distribution. From the theory in [@ald] it follows that the answer is affirmative in the unweighted case $a_k=1$, but in the uniform weighted case the question remains open. Symmetry plays no essential role in the proof of Theorem \[theorem2\]; it is used only in Lemma \[lemma1\] and at the cost of minor changes in the proof, (\[phi\]) can be replaced by a condition covering nonsymmetric distributions as well. But since we do not know the optimal condition, we restricted our investigations to the case (\[phi\]) where the technical details are the simplest and the idea of the proof becomes the most transparent.
Given a sequence $(X_n^*)$ of r.v.’s and a random measure $\mu$ defined on a probability space $(\Omega, \mathcal{F}, P)$ such that $X_n^*$ are conditionally i.i.d. given $\mu$ with conditional distribution $\mu$, the limit random measure of $(X_n^*)$ is easily seen to be $\mu$. The sequence $(X_n^*)$ is exchangeable, so passing to subsequences does not change its asymptotic properties, so if $\mu \in S(\alpha, c)$ a.s., then the conclusion of Theorem \[theorem2\] holds for the whole sequence $(X_n^*)$ without passing to any subsequence. (This follows directly also from Lemma \[lemma1\].) Theorem \[theorem2\] shows that any deterministic sequence $(X_n)$ with a limit random measure $\mu$ satisfying $\mu \in S(\alpha, c)$ a.s. has a subsequence $(X_{n_k})$ whose weighted partial sums behave, in a uniform sense, similarly to those of $(X_n^*)$.
Proof of Theorem \[theorem2\]
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As the first step of the proof, we select a sequence $n_1<n_2<\ldots$ of integers such that, after a suitable discretization of $(X_n)$, we have $$\label{condconv}
P(X_{n_k} \in J |X_{n_1}, \ldots, X_{n_{k-1}})(\omega) \longrightarrow \mu (\omega, J) \quad \text{a.s.}$$ for a large class of intervals $J$. This step follows exactly Aldous [@ald], see Proposition 11 of [@ald] for details. Let $(Y_n)$ be a sequence of r.v.’s on $(\Omega ,{\cal F}, P)$ such that, given [**X**]{} and $\mu$, the r.v.’s $Y_1,Y_2,\ldots\ $ are conditionally i.i.d. with distribution $\mu$, i.e., $$\label{18}
P(Y_1\in B_1,\ldots,Y_k\in B_k\vert {\bf X},\mu) = \prod_
{i=1}^k P(Y_i\in B_i\vert {\bf X},\mu) \ \hbox{ a.s.}$$ $$\label{19}
P(Y_j\in B\vert {\bf X},\mu )= \mu (B)\ \hbox{ a.s.}$$ for any $j,k$ and Borel sets $B,B_1,\ldots,B_k$ on the real line. Such a sequence $(Y_n)$ always exists after redefining $(X_n)$ and $\mu$ on a suitable, larger probability space; for example, one can define the triple $((X_n), \mu, (Y_n))$ on the product space $\mathbb{R}^\infty \times \mathcal{M} \times \mathbb{R}^\infty$ as done in [@ald], p. 72. This redefinition will not change the distribution of the sequence $(X_n)$ and thus by Proposition 2.1 of [@bero] it remains determining. Since the random measure $\mu$ depends on the variables $X_n$ themselves and not only on the distribution of $(X_n)$, this redefinition will change $\mu$, but not the joint distribution of $(X_n)$ and $\mu$ on which our results depend. Using (\[condconv\]) and a martingale argument, in [@ald], Lemma 12 it is shown that
\[lemma2\] For every $\sigma ({\bf X})$-measurable [r.v.]{}$Z$ and any $j\ge 1$ we have $$(X_{n_k}, Z) \buildrel {d}\over \longrightarrow (Y_j,Z) \quad \text{as}\ k\to \infty.$$
We now construct a further subsequence of $(X_{n_k})$ satisfying the conclusion of Theorem \[theorem2\]. By reindexing our variables, we can assume that Lemma \[lemma2\] holds with $n_k=k$. For our construction we need some auxiliary considerations. For a (nonrandom) measure $\mu\in S(\alpha, c)$, the corresponding characteristic function $\varphi$ satisfies $$\label{sac}
\varphi(t)=1-c|t|^\alpha + \beta (t) |t|^\alpha, \qquad t \in \mathbb{R}$$ where $\beta$ is a bounded continuous function on $\mathbb R$ with $\beta (0)=0$. Given $\mu_1, \mu_2 \in S(\alpha, c)$ with characteristic functions $\varphi_1, \varphi_2$ and corresponding functions $\beta_1, \beta_2$ in (\[sac\]), define $$\label{beta}
\rho (\mu_1, \mu_2)=\sup_{0\le |t|\le 1} |\beta_1(t)-\beta_2 (t)|+ \sum_{k=0}^\infty \frac{1}{2^k} \sup_{2^k \le |t|\le 2^{k+1}} |\beta_1(t)-\beta_2 (t)|.$$ Clearly, $\rho$ satisfies the triangle inequality and if $\rho (\mu_1, \mu_2)=0$, then $\varphi_1(t)=\varphi_2(t)$ for all $t\in\mathbb{R}$ and thus $\mu_1=\mu_2$. Hence, $\rho$ is a metric on $S(\alpha, c)$. If $\mu, \mu_1, \mu_2, \ldots \in S(\alpha, c)$ with corresponding characteristic functions $\varphi, \varphi_1, \varphi_2, \ldots$ and functions $\beta, \beta_1, \beta_2, \ldots$, then $\rho (\mu_n, \mu)\to 0$ implies that $\beta_n (t) \to \beta (t)$ and consequently $\varphi_n (t) \to \varphi (t)$ uniformly on compact intervals and thus $\mu_n\overset{d}{\to} \mu$. Conversely, if $\mu_n\overset{d}{\to} \mu$, then $\varphi_n (t) \to \varphi (t)$ uniformly on compact intervals and thus $\beta_n (t) \to \beta (t)$ uniformly on compact intervals not containing 0. Note that $\lim_{t\to 0} \beta_n (t)=0$ for any fixed $n$ by the definition of $S(\alpha, c)$; if this relation holds uniformly in $n$, then $\beta_n (t) \to \beta (t)$ will hold uniformly also on all compact intervals containing 0 and upon observing that (\[sac\]) implies $ |\beta(t)|\le |t|^{-\alpha} |\varphi(t)-1|+c \le c+2$ for $|t|\ge 1$ and thus the total contribution of the terms of the sum in (\[beta\]) for $k\ge M$ is $\le 4(c+2)2^{-M}$, it follows that $\rho (\mu_n, \mu)\to 0$. Thus if for a class $H\subset S(\alpha, c)$ we have $\lim_{t\to 0} \beta (t)=0$ uniformly for all functions $\beta$ corresponding to measures in $H$, then in $H$ convergence of elements in Prohorov metric and in the metric $\rho$ are equivalent.
Let now $\varphi (t)=\varphi (t, \omega)$ denote the characteristic function of the random measure $\mu=\mu (\omega)$. By the assumption $\mu\in S(\alpha, c)$ a.s. of Theorem \[theorem2\], we have $$\label{phiomega}
\varphi (t, \omega)=1-c|t|^\alpha +\beta(t, \omega) |t|^\alpha, \qquad t\in {\mathbb R}, \ \omega\in \Omega$$ where $\lim_{t \to 0} \beta(t, \omega)=0$ a.s. Let $\xi_n (\omega)=\sup_{|t|\le 1/n} |\beta(t, \omega)|$, then $\lim_{n\to\infty} \xi_n(\omega)=0$ a.s. and thus by Egorov’s theorem (see [@eg]) for any ${\varepsilon}>0$ there exists a measurable set $A\subset \Omega$ with $P(A)\ge 1-{\varepsilon}$ such that $\lim_{n\to\infty} \xi_n(\omega)=0$ and consequently $\lim_{t \to 0}
\beta(t, \omega)=0$ uniformly on $A$. Considering $A$ as a new probability space, we will show that there exists a subsequence $(X_{n_k})$ (depending on $A$) satisfying the conclusion of Theorem \[theorem2\] together with all its subsequences. By a diagonal argument we can get then a subsequence $(X_{n_k})$ satisfying the conclusion of Theorem \[theorem2\] on the original $\Omega$. Thus without loss of generality we can assume in the sequel that the function $\beta(t, \omega)$ in (\[phiomega\]) satisfies $\lim_{t\to 0} \beta(t, \omega)=0$ uniformly in $\omega\in \Omega$ and thus by the remarks in the previous paragraph, in the support of the random measure $\mu$ the Prohorov metric and the metric $\rho$ generate the same convergence.
\[lemma1\] Let $\mu_1, \mu_2 \in S(\alpha, c)$ satisfying (\[phi\]), let $Z_1, \ldots, Z_n$ and $Z_1^*, \ldots, Z_n^*$ be i.i.d. sequences with respective distributions $\mu_1$, $\mu_2$. Let $(a_1, \ldots, a_n) \in {\mathbb R}^n$, $A_n=\left(\sum_{k=1}^n |a_k|^\alpha\right)^{1/\alpha}$, $\delta_n=\max_{1\le k\le n} |a_k|/A_n$. Then for $|t|\delta_n\le 1$ we have $$\label{chf}
\left|E\exp \left( it A_n^{-1} \sum_{k=1}^n a_k Z_k\right)-E\exp \left( it A_n^{-1} \sum_{k=1}^n a_k Z_k^*\right)\right|
\le |t|^{\alpha} \rho(\mu_1, \mu_2)$$ where $\rho$ is defined by (\[beta\]).
[**Proof.**]{} Letting $\varphi_1$, $\varphi_2$ denote the characteristic function of the $Z_k$’s resp. $Z_k^*$’s and using (\[sac\]), (\[an\]) and the inequality $$\left|\prod_{k=1}^n x_k-\prod_{k=1}^n y_k\right|\le \sum_{k=1}^n |x_k-y_k|,$$ valid for all $|x_k|\le 1, |y_k|\le 1$ we get that for $|t|\delta_n\le 1$ the left hand side of (\[chf\]) equals $$\begin{aligned}
&\left| \prod_{k=1}^n \varphi_1( ta_k/A_n)- \prod_{k=1}^n \varphi_2( ta_k/A_n)\right|\le
\sum_{k=1}^n \left|\varphi_1( ta_k/A_n)- \varphi_2( ta_k/A_n)\right|\\
&\le \sum_{k=1}^n |\beta_1 (ta_k/A_n)-\beta_2 (ta_k/A_n)| |ta_k/A_n|^\alpha \le \sup_{|x|\le |t| \delta_n }| \beta_1(x)-\beta_2 (x)|\sum_{k=1}^n |ta_k/A_n|^\alpha\\
&= |t|^\alpha \sup_{|x|\le |t|\delta_n}| \beta_1(x)-\beta_2 (x)| \le |t|^\alpha \rho(\mu_1, \mu_2).\end{aligned}$$
[**Remark.**]{} The proof of Lemma \[lemma1\] shows that for any $t\in {\mathbb R}$ the left hand side of (\[chf\]) cannot exceed $|t|^\alpha \sup_{|x|\le |t|\delta_n}| \beta_1(x)-\beta_2 (x)|$, a fact that will be useful in the sequel.
Given probability measures $\nu_n,\nu$ on the Borel sets of a separable metric space $(S,d)$ we say, as usual, that $\nu_n \buildrel {d}\over
\longrightarrow \nu$ if $$\label{20}
\int_S f(x) d\nu_n(x) \longrightarrow \int_S f(x)
d\nu (x) \ \hbox{ as }\ n\to \infty$$ for every bounded, real valued continuous function $f$ on $S$. (\[20\]) is clearly equivalent to $$\label{21}
Ef(Z_n) \longrightarrow Ef(Z)$$ where $Z_n,Z$ are r.v.’s valued in $(S,d)$ (i.e. measurable maps from some probability space to $(S,d)$) with distribution $\nu_n,\nu$.
\[lemma3\] (see [@rr]). Let $(S,d)$ be a separable metric space and let $\nu,\nu_1, \nu_2, \ldots$ be probability measures on the Borel sets of $(S,d)$ such that $\nu_n\buildrel {d}\over
\longrightarrow \nu$. Let $\cal G$ be a class of real valued functions on $(S,d)$ such that
\(a) $\cal G$ is locally equicontinuous, i.e. for for every $\varep >0$ and $ x\in S$ there is a $\delta = \delta (\varep, x) >0$ such that $y\in S$, $d(x,
y) \le \delta$ imply $\vert f(x)-f(y)\vert \le \varep$ for every $f\in {\cal G}$.
\(b) There exists a continuous function $g\ge 0$ on $S$ such that $\vert f(x)\vert \le g(x)$ for all $f\in {\cal G}$ and $ x
\in S$ and $$\label{22}
\int_S g(x) d\nu_n (x) \longrightarrow \int_S g(x) d\nu(x)\ (<\infty)
\ \hbox{ as }\ n\to \infty.$$ Then $$\label{23}
\int_S f(x) d\nu_n(x) \longrightarrow \int_S f(x) d\nu(x) \ \hbox{ as }
\ n\to \infty$$ uniformly in $f\in {\cal G}$.
Assume now that $(X_n)$ satisfies the assumptions of Theorem \[theorem2\], fix $t\in \mathbb{R}$ and for any $n\ge 1$, $(a_1, \ldots, a_n)\in {\mathbb R}^n$ let $$\label{psidef}
\psi (a_1, \ldots, a_n)=E \exp \left(itA_n^{-1} \sum_{k=1}^n a_kY_k\right),$$ where $A_n=(\sum_{k=1}^n |a_k|^\alpha)^{1/\alpha}$ and $(Y_k)$ is the sequence of r.v.’s defined before Lemma \[lemma2\]. We show that for any $\varepsilon>0$ there exists a sequence $n_1<n_2<\cdots$ of integers such that $$\label{333}
(1-{\varepsilon}) \psi (a_1,\ldots,a_k)\le E\exp \left(itA_k^{-1} \sum_{i=1}^k a_i X_{n_i}\right)\le (1+{\varepsilon}) \psi (a_1,\ldots,a_k)$$ for all $k\ge 1$ and all $(a_k)$ satisfying (\[an\]); moreover, (\[333\]) remains valid for every further subsequence of $(X_{n_k})$ as well. To construct $n_1$ we set $$\begin{aligned}
Q({\bf a},n,\ell) &= \exp\left( itA_\ell^{-1} (a_1X_n + a_2Y_2+\cdots + a_\ell
Y_\ell)\right) \cr
R({\bf a},\ell) &= \exp \left( itA_\ell^{-1} (a_1Y_1+a_2Y_2+\cdots + a_\ell Y_\ell)\right)\end{aligned}$$ for every $n\ge 1$, $\ell \ge 2$ and ${\bf a} = (a_1,\ldots,a_\ell) \in
R^\ell$. We show that $$\label{conv}
E\left\{ {{Q({\bf a},n,\ell)}\over {\psi ({\bf a})}}
\right\} \longrightarrow E\left\{ {{R({\bf a},\ell)}\over {\psi ({\bf a})}}
\right\} \ \hbox{ as }\ n\to \infty \quad \hbox{uniformly in }\ {\bf a},\ell .$$ (The right side of (\[conv\]) equals 1.) To this end we recall that, given [**X**]{} and $\mu$, the r.v.’s $Y_1,Y_2,\ldots \ $ are conditionally i.i.d. with common conditional distribution $\mu$ and thus, given ${\bf X},\mu$ and $Y_1$, the r.v.’s $Y_2,Y_3,\ldots \ $ are conditionally i.i.d. with distribution $\mu$. Thus $$\label{Q}
E\bigl( Q({\bf a},n,\ell)\vert {\bf X},\mu\bigr) =g^{{\bf a},\ell} (X_n,\mu)$$ and $$\label{R}
E\bigl( R({\bf a},\ell)\vert {\bf X},\mu,Y_1\bigr) = g^{{\bf a},\ell}
(Y_1,\mu),$$ where $$g^{{\bf a},\ell} (u,\nu) = E\exp \left(itA_\ell^{-1} \left(a_1 u+\sum_{i=2}^\ell a_i\xi_i^
{(\nu)}\right) \right) \qquad (u\in \mathbb{R}^1\ ,\ \nu \in S)$$ and $(\xi_n^{(\nu)})$ is an i.i.d. sequence with distribution $\nu$. Integrating (\[Q\]) and (\[R\]), we get $$\label{26}
E\bigl( Q({\bf a}, n,\ell)\bigr) = Eg^{{\bf a},\ell}
(X_n,\mu)$$ $$\label{27}
E\bigl( R({\bf a},\ell)\bigr) = Eg^{{\bf a},\ell} (Y_1,\mu)$$ and thus (\[conv\]) is equivalent to $$\label{28}
E {{ g^{{\bf a},\ell} (X_n,\mu)}\over {\psi ({\bf a})}}
\longrightarrow
E {{g^{{\bf a},\ell} (Y_1,\mu)} \over {\psi ({\bf a})}} \ \hbox{ as }\
n\to \infty,\
\hbox{ uniformly in } \ {\bf a},\ell .$$ We shall derive (\[28\]) from Lemmas \[lemma2\]– \[lemma3\]. Recall that $\rho$ is a metric on $S = S(\alpha, c)$; the remarks at the beginning of this section show that on the support of $\mu$ the metric $\rho$ and the Prohorov metric $\pi$ induce the same convergence and thus the same Borel $\sigma$-field; thus the limit random measure $\mu$, which is a random variable taking values in $(S,\pi)$, can be also regarded as a random variable taking values in $(S,\rho)$. Also, $\mu$ is clearly $\sigma ({\bf X})$ measurable and thus $(X_n,\mu) \buildrel {d}\over\longrightarrow (Y_1,\mu)$ by Lemma \[lemma2\]. Hence, (\[28\]) will follow from Lemma \[lemma3\] (note the equivalence of (\[20\]) and (\[21\])) if we show that the class of functions $$\label{29}
\left\{ {{g^{{\bf a},\ell}(t,\nu)}\over {\psi ({\bf a}) }}
\right\}$$ defined on the product metric space $(\mathbb{R}\times S\ ,\ \lambda\times \rho)$ ($\lambda$ denotes the ordinary distance on $\mathbb{R}$) satisfies conditions (a),(b) of Lemma \[lemma3\]. To see the validity of (a) let us note that by (\[18\]), (\[19\]), $Y_n$ are conditionally i.i.d. with respect to $\mu$ with conditional distribution $\mu$, moreover, we assumed without loss of generality that the characteristic function $\varphi(t, \omega)$ of $\mu (\omega)$ satisfies (\[phiomega\]) with $\lim_{t\to 0} \beta(t, \omega)=0$ uniformly in $\omega$ and thus applying Lemma \[lemma1\] with $\varphi_1(t)=\varphi(t, \omega)$ and $\varphi_2(t)=\exp (-c|t|^\alpha)$ and using (\[an\]) and the remark after the proof of Lemma \[lemma1\] it follows that there exists an integer $n_0$ and a positive constant $c_0$ such that $\psi({\bf a})\ge c_0$ for $n\ge n_0$ and all $(a_k)$. Thus the validity of (a) follows from Lemma \[lemma1\]; the validity of (b) is immediate from $|g^{{\bf a},\ell} (u,\nu)|\le 1$. We thus proved relation (\[28\]) and thus also (\[conv\]), whence it follows (note again that the right side of (\[conv\]) equals 1) that $$\label{34}
\psi({\bf a})^{-1} E\exp\left( itA_\ell^{-1} (a_1X_n + a_2Y_2+\cdots + a_\ell
Y_\ell)\right)\longrightarrow 1$$ as $n\to \infty$, uniformly in $\ell, {\bf a}$. Hence given ${\varepsilon}>0$, we can choose $n_1$ so large that $$\begin{aligned}
\label{ind1}
&|E\exp\left( itA_\ell^{-1} (a_1X_{n} + a_2Y_2+\cdots + a_\ell
Y_\ell)\right)
-E\exp(itA_\ell^{-1} (a_1 Y_1 + a_2 Y_2+\cdots + a_\ell
Y_\ell))|\nonumber\\
&\le {\varep \over 2} \psi (a_1,\ldots,a_\ell)\end{aligned}$$ for every $\ell,{\bf a}$ and $n\ge n_1$. This completes the first induction step.
Assume now that $n_1,\ldots ,n_{k-1}$ have already been chosen. Exactly in the same way as we proved (\[34\]), it follows that for $\ell >k$ $$\begin{aligned}
&\psi ({\bf a})^{-1}E \exp \left(it A_\ell^{-1} (a_1 X_{n_1} +\cdots + a_{k-1}X_{n_{k-1}}
+a_k X_n +a_{k+1}Y_{k+1}+\cdots + a_\ell Y_\ell) \right) \cr
&\longrightarrow \psi ({\bf a})^{-1}E \exp\left( itA_\ell^{-1} (a_1X_{n_1}+\cdots + a_{k-1}
X_{n_{k-1}} +a_kY_k+\cdots +a_\ell Y_\ell)\right)\ \hbox{ as }\
n\to \infty\end{aligned}$$ uniformly in [**a**]{} and $\ell$. Hence we can choose $n_k>n_{k-1}$ so large that $$\begin{aligned}
\label{ind2}
& E\exp\left(itA_\ell^{-1} (a_1X_{n_1}+\cdots +a_{k-1}X_{n_{k-1}}
+a_kX_{n} +a_{k+1}Y_{k+1} +\cdots + a_\ell Y_\ell)\right)\cr
&\qquad - E\exp \left( itA_\ell^{-1} (a_1X_{n_1}+\cdots + a_{k-1}X_{n_{k-1}} +a_kY_k +\cdots
+ a_\ell Y_\ell)\right)\\
& \le {{\varep}\over{2^k}} \psi
(a_1,\ldots ,a_\ell) \nonumber\end{aligned}$$ for every $(a_1,\ldots,a_\ell)\in R^\ell$, $\ell >k$ and $n\ge n_k$. This completes the $k$-th induction step; the so constructed sequence $(n_k)$ obviously satisfies $$\begin{aligned}
& E\exp\left( itA_\ell^{-1} (a_1X_{n_1}+\cdots +a_\ell X_{n_\ell})\right)
- E\exp \left( itA_\ell ^{-1} (a_1Y_1 +\cdots + a_\ell Y_\ell)\right) \\
&\le \varep \psi (a_1,\ldots ,a_\ell)\end{aligned}$$ for every $\ell \ge 1$ and $(a_1,\ldots, a_\ell)\in R^\ell$, i.e. (\[333\]) is valid. Since in the $k$-th induction step $n_k$ was chosen in such a way that the corresponding inequalities (\[ind1\]) (for $k=1$) and (\[ind2\]) (for $k>1$) hold not only for $n=n_k$, but for all $n>n_k$ as well, relation (\[333\]) remains valid for any further subsequence of $(X_{n_k})$.
To complete the proof of our theorem, it suffices to show that for any $t\in \mathbb{R}$ and any real sequence $(a_k)$ satisfying (\[an\]) we have $$\label{chfu}
E\exp \left(it A_k^{-1} \sum_{j=1}^k a_j Y_j\right) \longrightarrow \exp(-c|t|^\alpha) \qquad \text{as} \ k\to\infty.$$ Together with (\[333\]) and the fact that (\[333\]) remains valid for any further subsequence of $(X_{n_k})$ as well, this implies that for any ${\varepsilon}>0$ and $t\in \mathbb{R}$ there exists an increasing sequence $(n_k)$ of positive integers (depending on ${\varepsilon}$ and $t$) such that for any further subsequence $(n_k')$ of $(n_k)$ we have $$\left| E\exp \left(it A_k^{-1} \sum_{j=1}^k a_j X_{n_j'}\right) - \exp(-c|t|^\alpha)\right| <{\varepsilon}$$ for any $k\ge k_0 (\varepsilon, t)$ and any $(a_k)$ satisfying (\[an\]). By a diagonal argument this shows that there exists a sequence $(m_k)$ satisfying, together all of its subsequences, the relation $$E\exp \left(it A_k^{-1} \sum_{j=1}^k a_j X_{m_j}\right) \longrightarrow \exp(-c|t|^\alpha)$$ for any rational $t\in \mathbb{R}$ and any $(a_k)$ satisfying (\[an\]), which implies that $$A_k^{-1} \sum_{j=1}^k a_j X_{m_j} \overset{d}{\longrightarrow} G_{\alpha, c},$$ completing the ptoof of Theorem \[theorem2\]. To verify (\[chfu\]), let us note that conditionally on $({\bf X}, \mu)$, $Y_j$ are i.i.d. with conditional characteristic function $\varphi$ satisfying (\[phi\]), which implies, in view of the remark after the proof of of Lemma \[lemma1\], that setting $S_k=\sum_{j=1}^k a_j Y_j$, $$\label {dom}
E\exp\left(itA_k^{-1}S_k | {\bf X}, \mu\right)\longrightarrow \exp(-c|t|^\alpha).$$ Integrating the last relation and using the dominated convergence theorem we get (\[chfu\]).
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Q:
Do I need to install any additional library to use Array.Parallel.map in F# running on Mono?
I built mono-2.10.2 from source and installed the fsharp packages from http://fsxplat.codeplex.com/. But I have this program which runs without error on Windows but not on Linux/Mono. It complains about the following error:
error FS0039: The value, onstructor, namespace or type 'Parallel' is not defined
The parallel extensions seem to be still missing.
A:
In principle, no.
I have installed Mono 2.10.4 package release which includes F# package by default. Parallel extensions are working fine so I can use Array.Parallel.map.
In your case, my guess is that fsharp package is outdated and doesn't include parallel extensions. You should install F# from source by using the up-to-date and Mono-friendly version in github. A detailed instruction of doing so could be found here.
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It has become increasingly important to enable home consumers to obtain and use a wealth of information received from outside the home or business and to use such information for viewing or controlling home/business appliances or consumer electronics. In recent times, the Internet and the World Wide Web (WWW) have been important new sources of electronic information. In addition, radio and television broadcasts available via cable or satellite communications are also additional sources of information available for the home or business consumer. Additionally, the conventional telephone network is yet another source of information and a valuable information communication medium.
Although these various forms of information sources and electronic communication media exist, the prior art systems have been unable to effectively combine these information sources and communication media into a readily usable and convenient control device. Because the information sources provide such a wealth of information in a highly divergent set of formats, it has been particularly difficult to combine this divergent information into a convenient and robust control device. Moreover, because each of the various information sources may not be available at all locations, it is necessary to provide a control device that is uniformly useful no matter where it may be deployed.
Various forms of prior art devices exist. For example, U.S. Pat. No. 5,710,605 entitled xe2x80x9cRemote Control Unit for Controlling a Television and Video Cassette Recorder with a Display for Allowing a User to Select Between Various Programming Schedulesxe2x80x9d discloses a universal remote control unit for controlling a television and videocassette recorder. The device includes a data input mechanism securable to a telephone line for receiving signals from an external supplier representing television programming schedule items. The device includes a display mechanism for displaying television programming schedule items and television and videocassette operating functions in a hierarchy of textual and scrollable selection lists. The device also includes a user-operable selector mechanism for allowing a user to scroll through the lists and then select television programming schedule items or television and videocassette functions. Although the device provides a wealth of functionality, the user interface is excessively complex and confusing. The user is presented with a myriad of buttons and menu displays, which easily confuse an unsophisticated user. Further, the device provides only a telephone line link for receiving external information via the telephone network.
Further, other devices exist in the prior art for receiving information via the vertical blanking interval (VBI) in a cable television transmission. Using the VBI, data can be transmitted across a video cable at the same time as real-time video images are transmitted on the cable. Using this technique, data can be transmitted to a wide audience using the cable television infrastructure. Many conventional set-top boxes are coupled to such cable TV systems and receive data transmitted during the VBI.
Other prior art systems describe various ways of displaying and manipulating electronic programming guide (EPG) information on a conventional television (TV) monitor. These on-screen television guides necessarily interrupt the standard video signal while the user is manipulating the EPG display on the monitor. Such interruptions affect all those who are viewing the monitor. Further, no privacy can be provided for a user manipulating the EPG information if the information is displayed on the TV monitor.
Thus, a better control device is needed for receiving information from external sources and for using the information for controlling home appliances.
A hand-held device and system for monitoring and controlling electronic devices is disclosed. In one embodiment, a control device for monitoring and controlling an electronic device, includes: 1) a base unit including a microcontroller and an interface coupled to the microcontroller for receiving external information; and 2) a personal navigator coupled to the base unit via a data link, the personal navigator further including a display component for displaying a dual partition selection list including at least a portion of the external information received from the interface, the dual partition selection list further includes a first selection list and a second selection list, at least a portion of the first selection list and at least a portion of the second selection list being at least partly concurrently displayable on the display component.
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//===--- CommentCommandTraits.h - Comment command properties ----*- C++ -*-===//
//
// The LLVM Compiler Infrastructure
//
// This file is distributed under the University of Illinois Open Source
// License. See LICENSE.TXT for details.
//
//===----------------------------------------------------------------------===//
//
// This file defines the class that provides information about comment
// commands.
//
//===----------------------------------------------------------------------===//
#ifndef LLVM_CLANG_AST_COMMENTCOMMANDTRAITS_H
#define LLVM_CLANG_AST_COMMENTCOMMANDTRAITS_H
#include "clang/Basic/CommentOptions.h"
#include "clang/Basic/LLVM.h"
#include "llvm/ADT/SmallVector.h"
#include "llvm/ADT/StringRef.h"
#include "llvm/Support/Allocator.h"
#include "llvm/Support/ErrorHandling.h"
namespace clang {
namespace comments {
/// \brief Information about a single command.
///
/// When reordering, adding or removing members please update the corresponding
/// TableGen backend.
struct CommandInfo {
unsigned getID() const {
return ID;
}
const char *Name;
/// Name of the command that ends the verbatim block.
const char *EndCommandName;
/// DRY definition of the number of bits used for a command ID.
enum { NumCommandIDBits = 20 };
/// The ID of the command.
unsigned ID : NumCommandIDBits;
/// Number of word-like arguments for a given block command, except for
/// \\param and \\tparam commands -- these have special argument parsers.
unsigned NumArgs : 4;
/// True if this command is a inline command (of any kind).
unsigned IsInlineCommand : 1;
/// True if this command is a block command (of any kind).
unsigned IsBlockCommand : 1;
/// True if this command is introducing a brief documentation
/// paragraph (\\brief or an alias).
unsigned IsBriefCommand : 1;
/// True if this command is \\returns or an alias.
unsigned IsReturnsCommand : 1;
/// True if this command is introducing documentation for a function
/// parameter (\\param or an alias).
unsigned IsParamCommand : 1;
/// True if this command is introducing documentation for
/// a template parameter (\\tparam or an alias).
unsigned IsTParamCommand : 1;
/// True if this command is \\throws or an alias.
unsigned IsThrowsCommand : 1;
/// True if this command is \\deprecated or an alias.
unsigned IsDeprecatedCommand : 1;
/// \brief True if this is a \\headerfile-like command.
unsigned IsHeaderfileCommand : 1;
/// True if we don't want to warn about this command being passed an empty
/// paragraph. Meaningful only for block commands.
unsigned IsEmptyParagraphAllowed : 1;
/// \brief True if this command is a verbatim-like block command.
///
/// A verbatim-like block command eats every character (except line starting
/// decorations) until matching end command is seen or comment end is hit.
unsigned IsVerbatimBlockCommand : 1;
/// \brief True if this command is an end command for a verbatim-like block.
unsigned IsVerbatimBlockEndCommand : 1;
/// \brief True if this command is a verbatim line command.
///
/// A verbatim-like line command eats everything until a newline is seen or
/// comment end is hit.
unsigned IsVerbatimLineCommand : 1;
/// \brief True if this command contains a declaration for the entity being
/// documented.
///
/// For example:
/// \code
/// \fn void f(int a);
/// \endcode
unsigned IsDeclarationCommand : 1;
/// \brief True if verbatim-like line command is a function declaration.
unsigned IsFunctionDeclarationCommand : 1;
/// \brief True if block command is further describing a container API; such
/// as \@coclass, \@classdesign, etc.
unsigned IsRecordLikeDetailCommand : 1;
/// \brief True if block command is a container API; such as \@interface.
unsigned IsRecordLikeDeclarationCommand : 1;
/// \brief True if this command is unknown. This \c CommandInfo object was
/// created during parsing.
unsigned IsUnknownCommand : 1;
};
/// This class provides information about commands that can be used
/// in comments.
class CommandTraits {
public:
enum KnownCommandIDs {
#define COMMENT_COMMAND(NAME) KCI_##NAME,
#include "clang/AST/CommentCommandList.inc"
#undef COMMENT_COMMAND
KCI_Last
};
CommandTraits(llvm::BumpPtrAllocator &Allocator,
const CommentOptions &CommentOptions);
void registerCommentOptions(const CommentOptions &CommentOptions);
/// \returns a CommandInfo object for a given command name or
/// NULL if no CommandInfo object exists for this command.
const CommandInfo *getCommandInfoOrNULL(StringRef Name) const;
const CommandInfo *getCommandInfo(StringRef Name) const {
if (const CommandInfo *Info = getCommandInfoOrNULL(Name))
return Info;
llvm_unreachable("the command should be known");
}
const CommandInfo *getTypoCorrectCommandInfo(StringRef Typo) const;
const CommandInfo *getCommandInfo(unsigned CommandID) const;
const CommandInfo *registerUnknownCommand(StringRef CommandName);
const CommandInfo *registerBlockCommand(StringRef CommandName);
/// \returns a CommandInfo object for a given command name or
/// NULL if \c Name is not a builtin command.
static const CommandInfo *getBuiltinCommandInfo(StringRef Name);
/// \returns a CommandInfo object for a given command ID or
/// NULL if \c CommandID is not a builtin command.
static const CommandInfo *getBuiltinCommandInfo(unsigned CommandID);
private:
CommandTraits(const CommandTraits &) = delete;
void operator=(const CommandTraits &) = delete;
const CommandInfo *getRegisteredCommandInfo(StringRef Name) const;
const CommandInfo *getRegisteredCommandInfo(unsigned CommandID) const;
CommandInfo *createCommandInfoWithName(StringRef CommandName);
unsigned NextID;
/// Allocator for CommandInfo objects.
llvm::BumpPtrAllocator &Allocator;
SmallVector<CommandInfo *, 4> RegisteredCommands;
};
} // end namespace comments
} // end namespace clang
#endif
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Tam David-West
Tamunoemi Sokari David-West (August 26, 1936 – November 11, 2019) was a Nigerian academic, social critic, and federal minister.
Academia
David-West was born in Buguma, Kalabari, in what is now Rivers State. He received his higher education at the University of Ibadan (1956–1958) and earned a BSc degree at Michigan State University (1958–1960), an MSc degree at Yale University (1960–1962), and a PhD degree at McGill University (1964–1966). David-West was consultant virologist and senior lecturer at the University of Ibadan in 1969 and was subsequently promoted to professor of virology in 1975.
Government
David-West served in Nigerian government as commissioner of education and a member of the Executive Council of Rivers State (1975–1979), as a member of the fifty-person Constitution Drafting Committee for the Federal Military Government of General Murtala Muhammed (1979), as federal minister of petroleum and energy under General Muhammadu Buhari (1984–1985), and as minister of mines, power, and steel under General Ibrahim Babangida (1986). He was eventually removed as minister and arrested by the Babangida regime for allegedly contributing to the economic adversity of the country; He was discharged and acquitted of these charges by Nigeria's Special Appeal Court on 8 August 1991.
Politics
David-West was an outspoken and controversial critic of Nigerian government policy since his purge and arrest under the military regime of General Babangida. David-West criticized the unconstitutionality of the advisory council established by President Goodluck Jonathan in 2010, and he voiced caution against government unreservedly opening its doors to United States intelligence. Although he was not affiliated with any political party, David-West supported Chibuike Amaechi of the right-wing-leaning People's Democratic Party for reelection as governor of Rivers State.
Personal life
David-West died on 11 November 2019. His death was mourned by President Muhammadu Buhari.
Publications
David-West is the author of academic papers in virology that have appeared in scholarly journals such as Journal of Pathology and Bacteriology (1966), Transactions of the Royal Society of Tropical Medicine and Hygiene (1973), Intervirology (1974), and Journal of Hygiene (1974). He also wrote the book Philosophical Essays: Reflections on the Good Life (1980), in which he describes himself as a follower of British analytic philosopher and social critic Bertrand Russell. David-West's lecture in philosophy “God, Nature and the Universe” (1981) was delivered at the University of Ibadan.
References
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Category:2019 deaths
Category:Rivers State Commissioners of Education
Category:Petroleum ministers of Nigeria
Category:McGill University alumni
Category:Michigan State University alumni
Category:Yale University alumni
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Category:Social critics
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Category:People from Buguma
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Tag: Mage the Ascension
After my recent post about the soon release of Changeling the Dreaming’s 20 year anniversary, I thought to myself, “Self, why not write a post about all of the Classic World of Darkness games?” So that is what I set out to do. The great thing about the World of Darkness franchise is twofold: First, the game is set in modern time. You, as the storyteller and players, can build an entire game around your surroundings or even make a character based on yourself. Unlike fantasy games, it is easier to get lost in a world that you already live in, just with the addition of meta-humans like hunters, werewolves, vampires, and so forth. Second, is the diversity. If stalking in the night like a vampire isn’t your thing, then you can play as a vengeance seeking hunter who wants to rid the world of all the evil monsters. Maybe the dark and dreary world is too much for you, well why not go for Changeling? It is beautiful and much more lighthearted. Maybe you feel more connected with nature, then Werewolf is for you. Maybe you feel that Dungeons and Dragons wizards and sorcerers are too constrained by a spell list, well then play Mage where your powers are only limited by your imagination. Variety is certainly the spice of life and World of Darkness flaunts that as one of its best assets.
However… Not everyone of the games was solid. Tragically there were a few in the set that just didn’t work well and will be lost to the sands of time. So this list is to commemorate all of the games for their successes and their failings. This is every game of Classic World of Darkness ranked from worst to best. NOW! I do want to clarify that this list DOES NOT INCLUDE New World of Darkness. I’m not a fan of New World of Darkness and have stayed away from the game that I have seen to be a more muddled version of its far superior predecessors. So with that said, I will only include those that are officially recognized as apart of the “Classic World of Darkness” Set. Continue reading “Classic World of Darkness Games Ranked from Worst to Best”→
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1. Field of the Invention
This invention relates to a flatness measuring apparatus for measuring flatness of a surface of a plate-shaped object such as a magnetic disk to be used as storage medium for computers.
2. Related Art Statement
For example, magnetic disks to be used as storage medium for computers typically comprise a substrate made of aluminum alloy or glass and a magnetic film formed on the surface of the substrate.
For manufacturing high quality magnetic disks, the disks are required to show a certain level of surface flatness, so their substrates are normally checked for flatness of the surface in an after-fabrication process.
Electric micrometers are known as means for checking whether the object of examination such as a plate-shaped product shows a predetermined level of surface flatness. The electric micrometer is in fact a displacement sensor comprising a probe and a transducer for transducing any mechanical displacement of the probe into an electric signal such that, as the probe is driven to slidingly move on the surface of a plate-shaped object, any displacement of the probe on the surface is transferred to the core of the actuator transformer of the sensor and detected as electric signal representing the surface condition of the object.
However, with a method of measuring the surface flatness of an object by holding a contact probe in contact with the surface of the object, the contact probe may damage and leave one or more than one flaws on the surface. Such a flaw should be avoided by any means particularly when it comes to a magnetic disk that requires a mirror finish to say nothing of a highly smoothed surface. Additionally, for the purpose of measuring efficiency, the operation of observing the surfaces of products supplied on a mass production basis is preferably automated.
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Satya Nadella and Microsoft’s Very Good Day – The New Yorker
I wandered up a couple of flights of stairs, through Moynihan Station’s cavernous halls, and sat down with Nadella to ask him what he’d meant by his remark. “The lesson we have learned is that there’s going to be more personal computing in our lives,” he replied. Forms will change, functions will change, devices will change, he explained, and so, “You can’t fall in love with this one thing becoming the hub for all things and for all time to come.”
That philosophy is, in many ways, the opposite of the old Microsoft. The company under Bill Gates and Steve Ballmer was a hyper-competitive, cutthroat organization focussed on getting as many people as possible to run Microsoft software on personal computers. The company was so in love with P.C.s (the hub for all things and for all time to come) that it came late to the Internet and much, much too late to mobile phones. Windows used to run on ninety per cent of computing devices; now, with the rise of Android and Apple phones, it runs on eleven per cent.
Nadella, who took over as C.E.O. in February of 2014, is changing the company both strategically and by personal example.
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$400M project to boost oilsands production
CALGARY — Oilsands producer MEG Energy Corp. says it will spend $400 million over the next two years on a brownfield expansion plan to add 20,000 barrels per day of bitumen production from its northern Alberta works.
The Calgary-based company says it plans to drill new wells and implement production-enhancing technology on part of its steam-driven Christina Lake Project, boosting its overall output by about 25 per cent to 100,000 bpd in the first half of 2019.
MEG (TSX:MEG) says its spending this year will climb to $590 million, up from about $125 million in 2016, with about $320 million earmarked for the expansion project.
CEO Bill McCaffrey says the increased production, to be gradually brought on through 2018 and early 2019, is being made in the “context” of improving crude oil prices.
He says the spending increase is made possible by an extensive reorganization of MEG’s debt, also announced Wednesday, which will include raising $357 million by selling shares.
Cenovus Energy Inc. (TSX:CVE) and Canadian Natural Resources Ltd. (TSX:CNQ) have also announced oilsands expansions in the past two months, approving previously shelved projects that will add 50,000 bpd and 40,000 bpd, respectively.
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Gerontology and youth-focused service learning: the relation between service recipient age and student responses.
Service learning is a pedagogical technique that integrates traditional coursework with activities outside the classroom that meet the needs of the community. Gerontology-focused service learning has been incorporated into many courses that cover aging content and is believed to be beneficial to the learning process. Other research has demonstrated that service learning in general has benefits, regardless of the age of the service recipient. It is unclear whether benefits associated with gerontology-focused service learning are unique to experiences with older adults or are a product of the general benefits associated with this pedagogy. This study examined student responses to gerontology-focused service learning compared to youth-focused service learning. The results revealed that students working with older adults reported more negative expectations related to the assignment, more positive experiences interacting with the service recipients, and more reports of learning benefits attributed to service learning.
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EDITORIAL
Indications are that the Salt Fork Arts & Crafts Festival which teetered on the brink of insignificance is today rising from its ashes like the legendary phoenix to live again.
With reinvigorated leadership and fresh ideas like last weekends sparkling dinner dance at the Country Club the Salt Fork Arts & Crafts Festival is undergoing a renaissance.
Why the festival seemed to be losing some of its luster is open to conjecture. Maybe we as a community simply lost sight momentarily of how important the Salt Fork Arts & Crafts Festival is to our collective karma and our outside image.
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Youth football is always great to watch. We get to track the growth of the superstars of tomorrow and gush about who we think is destined for the top. Unfortunately the stark reality is that a majority of the reserves and academy players will not go on to be club legends, especially if they belong to a big club. There are notable exceptions but by and large the bigger the club, the harder it is to break into the 1st team. There are however a few players who come along and wow all the interested parties. You just simply know that they’re going to make it. Manchester United’s youngster Adnan Januzaj is one such player.
PROFILE
Adnan Januzaj is an 18 year-old with some serious cultural heritage. Born in Belgium, Januzaj is eligible to play for a variety of countries through his parents and grandparents namely Belgium, Albania, Serbia, Turkey and a yet to be recognized by FIFA, Kosovo. There’s been plenty of talk about him maybe representing England but let’s not waste time discussing that here.
Starting out at FC Brussels, Januzaj was snapped up by Anderlecht at the age of 10. He spent 6 years at the Anderlecht academy before Manchester United came calling. He quickly progressed through the ranks at United and it was last season that he really caught the eye of a lot of United fans.
His good form for the Manchester United Reserves was rewarded by the awarding of the Denzil Haroun Reserve Team Player of the Year (United’s annual award for the best reserve player of the season) and a place on the bench in Sir Alex’s last game against West Brom.
Januzaj had an early chance to impress new manager David Moyes in pre-season and he did just that. Along with Lingard and Zaha, Januzaj showed what he was capable of albeit in the noncompetitive atmosphere of pre-season. Moyes though seemed to have been impressed with what he saw and Januzaj made his League debut against Crystal Palace coming off the bench. This was followed by his 1st start earlier this month against Sunderland; a memorable one in which United overturned a 1 goal deficit by virtue of a brace from Januzaj. He recently signed a new 5 year contract with United ending speculation linking him to a move to various clubs including Manchester City and Juventus.
Adnan Januzaj featured in our list of 100 Best Young Players to Watch-out for in 2014. He was at #9 in our list of midfielders. See the entire list here. The Belgian was also given the award of Debutant of the Season in our inaugural #TalentRadar Young Player Awards.
STYLE, STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
Januzaj is a left footed attacking player capable of playing in multiple positions. Although his appearances this season for the 1st team have been mainly limited to the wide areas, he is certainly capable of playing behind the striker in the coveted number 10 role. He is equally comfortable playing as a more conventional winger on the left and as an inverted winger on the right.
Let’s start off with his strengths and there are a fair few to enumerate on namely technical ability, vision, awareness and balance on the ball. His style of play is an exciting one which has impressed many a Manchester United fan and more importantly David Moyes. He seems to love taking the ball and running at defenders as shown by the graphic below:
He attempted 7 take-ons in the game against Sunderland, 5 of which were successful. This not only portrays his dribbling acumen but also the confidence he exudes on the pitch. After all we are talking about an 18 year old with just 235 minutes of Premier League football under his belt playing for a side under pressure due to a far from scintillating start to the season. Januzaj was thrown into the deep end and thus far he’s passed with flying colours. As the old adage goes, “If you’re good enough, you’re old enough”.
His afore mentioned vision and technical ability team up to make him a dangerous player across the pitch. His knack of picking out balls that could split the best of defences is what enables him to be potent in the number 10 role as was evident in the great through ball he played for Rooney against Southampton which lead to Robin van Persie’s goal.
A trait of Januzaj which sometimes tends to go unnoticed is the burst of acceleration that he possesses in his armoury. The reason is that he isn’t over-reliant on this attribute unlike a few of the other players in his age group. The combination of his pace and ability to float past defenders adds a new dimension to United’s attack making him a difficult player to defend against.
Another striking aspect about the former Anderlecht man is his maturity on the pitch. His confidence has already been touched upon but something that I found to be even more impressive was his footballing brain. Subtle qualities like how he creates space for himself and his use of different angles on the pitch is a joy to behold.
To be likened to David Beckham on the basis of set piece ability is a big deal for any young player. While these comparisons don’t do justice to Beckham’s dead ball ability, they’re a tribute to Januzaj’s standard of delivery.
In terms of goals, Januzaj is certainly capable of the spectacular (exhibit A: that volley against Sunderland) and certainly isn’t shy of taking shots on. Despite his brace against Sunderland though, in my opinion his shooting can definitely improve.
Another aspect of his game that needs to improve is his decision making. His dribbling is outstanding but sometimes he tends to try and take on 1 man too many. This is understandable and could be put down to youthful exuberance but to nail a place down in the starting XI, he’ll have to curtail such errors. Picking when to try a high risk, high reward pass and when to hold onto versus when to release the ball are all things that can improve and undoubtedly will given time.
One thing that I found surprising is that over the course of the 2 league games that he’s featured in, he’s attempted a paltry 2 crosses both of which were unsuccessful. He’s hardly a left winger who’ll hug the touchline throughout the game and whip in ball after ball but given his set piece ability, an increase in the number of crosses could add another dimension to his game.
As you’d expect at 18 years old, his physical development is still not complete. The unforgiving tempo of Premier League games can take a toll on players. Januzaj has visibly tired towards the end of games and Moyes will be aware of the fact that he’ll have to manage him carefully.
QUOTES
“He stood out because of his technical skills, his protection of the ball, the fact that he is always standing up, that he has a fantastic sense of the game.”
– Jean Kinderman, Head of Youth at Anderlecht
“Watching Adnan reminds me of when players like Bobby Charlton, Duncan Edwards and Eddie Colman were coming through at United. You just know they have huge quality. I’ve seen him a lot for the reserves and he’s always impressed me with his control, movement and skill”
– Wilf McGuiness, ex-Manchester United player and manager
“He is an outstanding talent. His balance, poise and ability to beat players is truly exceptional for a boy of his age.”
– David Moyes, Manchester United manager
What do you think of Adnan Januzaj? Will he go on to become a United great? Let us know by dropping a comment below. Make sure you follow us on Twitter @OOTB_football and like us on Facebook. We’re on Google+ and Tumblr as well for those interested. View Adnan Januzaj’s SoccerWiki Profile.
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Budgets vs. Cloud Computing
By Margo Pierce
11/05/12
Government data centers are on the verge of major changes, with consolidation and cloud computing significant components of the transformation, according to industry analyst IDC (International Data Corporation). Shrinking budgets and pressure by government entities such as the Federal CIO Council are some of the factors included in a recent report by IDC titled “Technology Selection: The Government Datacenter of the Future,” (Document #GI237095).
To help government data centers consider their next steps, the Government Insights division, which “assists government policy, program, and IT leaders, as well as the suppliers who serve them, in making more effective technology decisions,” prepared the report. In addition to a review of current infrastructure, the report looks at various trends in the field and the implications each might have for the long-term needs, functionality, and design for IT infrastructure.
Just as schools have looked to the private cloud to unload costly hardware expenses in support of things such as e-mail, website hosting, data storage, and system backups, government entities are also trying to find cost-effective, secure alternatives. One option explored by IDC is the state-run cloud. Using the state of Michigan as one of several examples of IT consolidation, the report considers how a state government builds and manages fewer large data centers (their own cloud system) so that government offices in counties and cities within the same state use the same infrastructure. This cuts certain IT services and costs from local budgets.
Some other findings in the report include:
Energy efficiency will be boosted greatly while tapping into alternative energy resources such as wind, solar, nuclear, wave energy, and geothermal solutions.
Hardware will be increasingly rack-based, hot-swappable, progressively powerful and standardized, and designed to support heavily virtualized software.
Software solutions will consolidate around specific business functions, with organizations making those functions available as hundreds of discrete services that can be tapped into, via the cloud, by multiple applications and multiple agencies.
"The end result of this evolution will be fewer dedicated government data centers," said Shawn McCarthy, research director for IDC Government Insights. "But the remaining facilities will be quite large, serving multiple customers."
“The long-term trends are highly apparent, and IT managers are advised to familiarize themselves with how datacenters are evolving, in order to take advantage of important new resources.”
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Advances in electronic devices generally include reducing the size of the components that form integrated circuits. As semiconductor devices have become more highly integrated in recent years, circuit interconnections have become finer and distances between those circuit interconnections have become smaller. For example, in the case of photolithography, which can form interconnections smaller than 0.5 μm wide, surfaces on which pattern images are to be focused should be as flat as possible. Further, with smaller circuit components the value of each unit area of a semiconductor wafer becomes higher because the ability to use all of the wafer area for integrated circuit components improves. To properly form an integrated circuit that employs a much higher percentage of usable wafer area, contaminant particle counts on the semiconductor wafer surface must be reduced to very low levels. In order to clean a semiconductor wafer and remove unwanted particles, a process known as chemical mechanical polishing or chemical mechanical planarizing (hereinafter “CMP”) has become popular.
The polishing is typically accomplished using a polishing pad attached to a platen surface of a CMP machine. A workpiece to be polished, such as a semiconductor wafer, is arranged in a manner such that a surface to be polished faces the polishing pad. The polishing pad and workpiece are independently rotated while an abrasive liquid or slurry is supplied onto the polishing pad. The workpiece is then pressed against the polishing pad at a predetermined pressure and the surface of the workpiece is polished to a flat mirror finish.
Polishing pads have a limited service life and become less effective over time. In turn, this results in inconsistent quality in the semiconductor wafers. As the polishing pad begins to lose its effectiveness, the semiconductor wafers polished later in the pad's life may be less smooth, possibly resulting in significant amounts of lost or unsaleable product. Thus, the polishing pads must be changed from time to time.
Current methods of determining the wear of a polishing pad, and thus whether the polishing pad is in need of replacement, are unsatisfactory. Analysis of the pad typically requires visual inspection. However, the pad usually cannot be visually inspected without removing the polishing pad from the CMP machine. Once removed, the polishing pad typically cannot be placed back on the machine, even if visual inspection determines some usable life remains. As a result, statistical analysis, based on experimental determination of pad wear over time under various operating conditions, is often used to make decisions about pad replacement. This is unsatisfactory for the reason, among others, that statistical analysis represents an average based on the wear of previous pads and is unable to account for any one particular pad or variations in quality or aberrant pads of inferior quality.
Furthermore, analysis of each polishing pad typically takes several hours or more and is often conducted by highly paid, highly skilled technicians whose time might be better used on other projects.
Another method of monitoring and analyzing polishing pad effectiveness is performing an analysis of the smoothness of the polished semiconductor wafer product. However, due to other steps required in wafer manufacture, this analysis is impractical until later in the manufacturing process. Thus, by the time defects in any one polishing pad are discovered and needed replacement is determined, the worn out pad may already have improperly polished many wafers remaining upstream of a suitable wafer analysis point, resulting in significant loss of product that must be discarded or recycled.
Conversely, using methods such as statistical analysis may also result in removing the polishing pad too soon, meaning that the full usable life of the polishing pad has not been obtained, resulting in the inefficient use of consumable materials. Thus, this also results in undesirable and uneconomic business practices.
What is needed is a system that can provide more efficient analysis of CMP polishing pads. What is also needed is a system that can analyze CMP polishing pads without removing the pad from the CMP machine.
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Fetus in fetu.
A 2-month-old boy was found to have an abdominal mass in the left upper quadrant. Surgical removal revealed the mass to be a fetus in fetu. Dissection and roentgenologic examination unequivocally demonstrated the presence of vertebral column and organs arranged appropriately to the vertebral axis.
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Beatrice Kean Seymour
Beatrice Kean Seymour (1 September 1886 – 31 October 1955) was a prolific British novelist and short story writer. Her obituary in The Times described her as skilled at portraying English domestic life.
Biography
Beatrice Kean Seymour (née Beatrice Mary Stapleton) was born in Clapham, south London into a working-class family. Her father David was a farrier.
She attended a secretarial school and was the first wife of William Kean Seymour.
She began her professional life as a writer of short stories for magazines. However, at the suggestion of an editor, she reworked one of her unpublished short stories into her first novel, Invisible Tides, subsequently writing over 30 books during a career that spanned more than three decades. Her novels were published almost annually until shortly before her death from heart problems in 1955.
Approach to writing
Seymour believed that the role of the novelist is to help readers think through their emotions. She saw the novel as far superior to the short story as a vehicle for conveying social ideas.
Critical reception
Some British reviewers reportedly considered Invisible Tides to be the best novel of 1920. A reviewer from The Bookman wrote that it was: "a good and moving story, brilliantly set down, having affinities, it seems to us, with Jude the Obscure on the one hand and with Mr. McKenna's Sonia on the other. Mrs. Seymour is strong in characterisation, subtle and revealing in dialogue, and exquisite in her descriptions of nature, touched as they are with a fine imaginativeness".
Her 1925 novel Unveiled received a glowing review in the 30 May 1925 issue of The New Yorker. But some critical responses were not so favourable. A Times Literary Supplement critic wrote of her 1927 novel Three Wives: "Had Miss Seymour compressed her novel into three-quarters its present length, it might have been a really distinguished piece of work".
When she died in 1955, The Times said of her: “She had already established herself as a literary figure of importance 30 years ago and the skill and variety with which she portrayed English domestic scenes and projected them against a larger social and political background are of a high order”.
More recently, her novels have been appraised as reflecting an alertness to the role of women in society.
Published works
Invisible Tides, 1919
Intrusion, 1921
The Hopeful Journey, 1923
The Romantic Tradition, 1925
Unveiled, 1925
The Last Day, 1926
Journey's End (short story), 1927, in Georgian Stories, edited by Arthur Waugh
Three Wives, 1927
Youth Rides Out, 1928
False Spring, 1929
Introduction to The Pitiful Wife by Storm Jameson, 1931
But Not for Love, 1931
With Heartiest Christmas and New Year Greetings, 1932 (with William Kean Seymour)
Maids and Mistresses, 1932
Daughter to Philip, 1933
Interlude for Sally, 1934
Frost at Morning, 1935
Summer of Life, 1936
The Happier Eden, 1937
Jane Austen; a Study for a Portrait (biography), 1937.
Fool of Time, 1940
The Chronicles of Sally, 1940
The Unquiet Field, 1940
Happy Ever After, 1941
Return Journey, 1942
Buds of May, 1943
Joy as it Flies, 1944
Tumbled House, 1946
Family Group, 1947
The Children Grow Up, 1949
The Second Mrs. Cornford, 1951
The Wine is Poured, 1953
The Painted Lath'', 1955.
References
External sources
Beatrice Kean Seymour, The Online Books Page, University of Pennsylvania
Category:British writers
Category:1886 births
Category:1955 deaths
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UNPUBLISHED
UNITED STATES COURT OF APPEALS
FOR THE FOURTH CIRCUIT
No. 19-7238
SAMUEL ANSTEY,
Petitioner - Appellant,
v.
RALPH TERRY, Superintendent, Mount Olive Correctional Complex,
Respondent - Appellee,
and
DAVID BALLARD, Warden, Mount Olive Correctional Complex,
Respondent.
Appeal from the United States District Court for the Southern District of West Virginia, at
Charleston. John T. Copenhaver, Jr., Senior District Judge. (2:17-cv-03462)
Submitted: May 28, 2020 Decided: June 8, 2020
Before MOTZ and HARRIS, Circuit Judges, and SHEDD, Senior Circuit Judge.
Dismissed by unpublished per curiam opinion.
Andrew Jeram Katz, KATZ WORKING FAMILIES’ LAW FIRM, LC, Charleston West
Virginia, for Appellant.
Unpublished opinions are not binding precedent in this circuit.
PER CURIAM:
Samuel Robert Anstey seeks to appeal the district court’s order accepting the
recommendation of the magistrate judge and denying relief on Anstey’s 28 U.S.C. § 2254
(2018) petition. The order is not appealable unless a circuit justice or judge issues a
certificate of appealability. See 28 U.S.C. § 2253(c)(1)(A) (2018). A certificate of
appealability will not issue absent “a substantial showing of the denial of a constitutional
right.” 28 U.S.C. § 2253(c)(2) (2018). When the district court denies relief on the merits,
a prisoner satisfies this standard by demonstrating that reasonable jurists could find the
district court’s assessment of the constitutional claims debatable or wrong. See Buck v.
Davis, 137 S. Ct. 759, 773-74 (2017). When the district court denies relief on procedural
grounds, the prisoner must demonstrate both that the dispositive procedural ruling is
debatable and that the petition states a debatable claim of the denial of a constitutional
right. Gonzalez v. Thaler, 565 U.S. 134, 140-41 (2012) (citing Slack v. McDaniel, 529
U.S. 473, 484 (2000)).
We have independently reviewed the record and conclude that Anstey has not made
the requisite showing. Accordingly, we deny Anstey’s motion for a certificate of
appealability and dismiss the appeal. We dispense with oral argument because the facts
and legal contentions are adequately presented in the materials before this court and
argument would not aid the decisional process.
DISMISSED
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---
title: Popover React component
components: Grow, Popover
githubLabel: 'component: Popover'
---
# Popover
<p class="description">A Popover can be used to display some content on top of another.</p>
Things to know when using the `Popover` component:
- The component is built on top of the [`Modal`](/components/modal/) component.
- The scroll and click away are blocked unlike with the [`Popper`](/components/popper/) component.
{{"component": "modules/components/ComponentLinkHeader.js", "design": false}}
## Simple Popover
{{"demo": "pages/components/popover/SimplePopover.js" }}
## Anchor playground
Use the radio buttons to adjust the `anchorOrigin` and `transformOrigin` positions. You can also set the `anchorReference` to `anchorPosition` or `anchorEl`. When it is `anchorPosition`, the component will, instead of `anchorEl`, refer to the `anchorPosition` prop which you can adjust to set the position of the popover.
{{"demo": "pages/components/popover/AnchorPlayground.js", "hideToolbar": true}}
## Mouse over interaction
This demonstrates how to use the `Popover` component to implement a popover behavior based on the mouse over event.
{{"demo": "pages/components/popover/MouseOverPopover.js"}}
## Projets complémentaires
Pour des cas d'utilisation plus avancés, vous pourrez peut-être tirer parti des projects suivants:
### Assistant PopupState
There is a 3rd party package [`material-ui-popup-state`](https://github.com/jcoreio/material-ui-popup-state) that takes care of popover state for you in most cases.
{{"demo": "pages/components/popover/PopoverPopupState.js"}}
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#%RAML 1.0
title: World Music API
description: This is an example of a music API.
version: v1
baseUri: 'http://{environment}.musicapi.com/{version}'
baseUriParameters:
environment:
type: string
enum:
- stg
- dev
- test
- prod
protocols:
- HTTP
- HTTPS
mediaType:
- application/json
types:
Entry:
type: 'Song[]'
Song:
type: object
properties:
title:
type: string
required: false
artist:
type: string
required: false
AnotherEntry:
type: Entry
description: >
# This is in Markdown
This is to see what the representation of this ~~Markdown~~ string is.
## SubTitle
This is just another entry to **simulate** that you can add facets also on
JSON
schema defined types. Although you can only add documentation-based
facets.
SpecialEntry:
type: string
pattern: '^.{12}$'
Toy:
type: object
minProperties: 2
maxProperties: 8
discriminator: name
properties:
name:
type: string
soft:
type: boolean
squiky:
type: boolean
heavy:
type: boolean
clean:
type: boolean
purchaseDate:
type: $DateOnly
more:
type: $DateTime
final:
type: $DateTimeOnly
$DateOnly:
type: string
pattern: '^[0-9]{4}-(0[1-9]|1[0-2])-(0[1-9]|[12][0-9]|3[01])$'
description: 'full-date as defined in RFC#3339'
$DateTime:
type: string
description: datetime
$DateTimeOnly:
type: string
pattern: '^[0-9]{4}-(0[1-9]|1[0-2])-(0[1-9]|[12][0-9]|3[01])T([01][0-9]|20|21|22|23):[0-5][0-9]:([0-5][0-9]|60)(.[0-9]+)?$'
description: 'full-time as defined in RFC#3339'
Ball:
type: Toy
discriminatorValue: ball
properties:
bouncinessFactor:
type: number
minimum: 0
Rope:
type: Toy
discriminatorValue: rope
properties:
length:
type: integer
enum:
- '10'
- '20'
- '50'
- '100'
CommonToy:
type: 'Ball | Rope'
Treat:
type: object
properties:
name:
type: string
tastiness:
type: number
minimum: 0
maximum: 1
Pet:
type: object
properties:
claws:
type: number
minimum: 0
maximum: 4
color:
type: string
minLength: 7
maxLength: 7
pattern: '^#[0-9a-f]{6}$'
size:
type: number
multipleOf: 5
weigth:
type: number
mostActiveAt:
type: $TimeOnly
owner:
type: User
toys:
type: 'Toy[]'
$TimeOnly:
type: string
pattern: '^([01][0-9]|20|21|22|23):[0-5][0-9]:([0-5][0-9]|60)(.[0-9]+)?$'
description: 'full-time as defined in RFC#3339'
Resident:
type: object
properties:
address:
type: string
Wild:
type: object
properties:
location:
type: string
FarmPet:
type:
- Pet
- 'Resident | Wild'
ToyBox:
type: '(Toy | Treat)[]'
uniqueItems: false
minItems: 1
maxItems: 15
BigToyBox:
type: ToyBox
maxItems: 100
Photo:
type: $File
$File:
type: string
description: file
pattern: "^[^\0]*\0$"
Album:
type: 'Photo[]'
Weird:
type: any
Habitats:
type: '(Resident | Wild)[]'
SeparateKinds:
type: 'Resident[] | Wild[]'
User:
type: object
properties:
firstname:
type: string
lastname:
type: string
required: false
pets:
type: 'FarmPet[]'
required: false
box:
type: ToyBox
required: false
albums:
type: 'Album[]'
required: false
SongsLib.Song:
type: object
properties:
title:
type: string
length:
type: number
SongsLib.Album:
type: object
properties:
title:
type: string
songs:
type: 'SongsLib.Song[]'
SongsLib.Musician:
type: object
properties:
name:
type: string
discography:
type: '(SongsLib.Song | SongsLib.Album)[]'
ApiLib.RamlDataType:
type: object
properties:
propString:
type: string
propStringArray1:
type: 'string[]'
ideas:
type: array
extIdeas:
type: object
properties:
createdBy:
type: string
feedback:
type: string
minLength: 1
maxLength: 255
pattern: "[a-zA-Z\\s]*"
propNumber:
type: number
minimum: 0
maximum: 32
multipleOf: 2
propInteger:
type: integer
minimum: 3
maximum: 5
multipleOf: 1
propBoolean:
type: boolean
propDate:
type: ApiLib.$DateOnly
userPicture:
type: ApiLib.$File
NilValue:
type: object
properties:
name:
type: string
comment:
type: ApiLib.string?
CatOrDog:
type: 'ApiLib.Cat | ApiLib.Dog'
CatAndDog:
type: ApiLib.Dog
PossibleMeetingDate:
type: ApiLib.$DateOnly
ApiLib.$DateOnly:
type: string
pattern: '^[0-9]{4}-(0[1-9]|1[0-2])-(0[1-9]|[12][0-9]|3[01])$'
description: 'full-date as defined in RFC#3339'
ApiLib.$File:
type: string
description: file
pattern: "^[^\0]*\0$"
ApiLib.Cat:
type: object
properties:
name:
type: string
color:
type: string
ApiLib.Dog:
type: object
properties:
name:
type: string
fangs:
type: string
ApiLib.CustomDate:
type: ApiLib.$DateOnly
traits:
trait_ApiLib.described:
description: This is an awesome description
trait_secured:
queryParameters:
access_token:
type: string
securedBy:
- custom_scheme
resourceTypes:
resourceType_SongsLib.collectionfromSongsLib:
get:
description: This was loaded from songs-library
resourceType_ApiLib.collectionFromApiLib:
get:
description: This was loaded from api-library
resourceType_collection:
get:
description: 'returns a list of <<resourcePathName|!singularize>>'
securedBy:
- custom_scheme
responses:
200:
headers:
Content-Type:
type: string
enum:
- application/json
body:
application/json:
type: object
securitySchemes:
oauth_1_0:
type: OAuth 1.0
description: >
OAuth 1.0 continues to be supported for all API requests, but OAuth 2.0 is
now preferred.
settings:
requestTokenUri: 'https://api.mysampleapi.com/1/oauth/request_token'
authorizationUri: 'https://api.mysampleapi.com/1/oauth/authorize'
tokenCredentialsUri: 'https://api.mysampleapi.com/1/oauth/access_token'
signatures:
- HMAC-SHA1
oauth_2_0:
type: OAuth 2.0
description: |
Dropbox supports OAuth 2.0 for authenticating all API requests.
settings:
authorizationUri: 'https://www.dropbox.com/1/oauth2/authorize'
accessTokenUri: 'https://api.dropbox.com/1/oauth2/token'
authorizationGrants:
- authorization_code
basic_api:
type: Basic Authentication
description: This is our super secure api auth
/api:
displayName: /api
type: resourceType_ApiLib.collectionFromApiLib
get:
description: This was loaded from api-library
queryParameters:
queryString:
type: object
properties:
start:
type: number
required: false
page-size:
type: number
required: false
securedBy:
- ApiLib.basic_api
post:
description: This is an awesome description
headers:
Content-Type:
type: string
enum:
- application/json
body:
application/json:
type: ApiLib.RamlDataType
is:
- trait_ApiLib.described
securedBy:
- custom_scheme
/entry:
displayName: /entry
type: resourceType_collection
post:
securedBy:
- custom_scheme
responses:
200:
headers:
Content-Type:
type: string
enum:
- application/json
body:
application/json:
type: AnotherEntry
get:
description: returns a list of entry
securedBy:
- custom_scheme
responses:
200:
headers:
Content-Type:
type: string
enum:
- application/json
body:
application/json:
type: object
/songs:
displayName: /songs
description: Access to all songs inside the music world library.
type: resourceType_SongsLib.collectionfromSongsLib
get:
description: This was loaded from songs-library
queryParameters:
genre:
type: string
description: filter the songs by genre
access_token:
type: string
securedBy:
- oauth_2_0
- null
post:
queryParameters:
access_token:
type: string
securedBy:
- custom_scheme
'/{songId}':
displayName: '/songs/{songId}'
uriParameters:
songId:
type: string
get:
securedBy:
- custom_scheme
responses:
200:
headers:
Content-Type:
type: string
enum:
- application/json
- application/xml
body:
application/json:
type: SongsLib.Song
application/xml:
type: any
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Certain motor vehicles, heavy trucks that are powered by diesel engines for example, may be parked for extended periods of time. If the engine is allowed to keep running after a truck has been parked, the alternator should be effective to keep the truck's battery bank charged. If the engine is shut down, either intentionally by the driver, or automatically by a device such as an idle shutdown timer, while the circuits for electric devices remain on, the battery bank will begin to drain through those circuits. For example, an ignition switch will typically remain on after an idle shutdown timer has timed out, and certain circuits that are fed through the ignition switch and may have been left on may continue to draw current.
Because the battery bank must be able to provide sufficient current for cranking the engine at starting, the battery bank of a diesel-powered heavy truck typically comprises multiple storage batteries ganged together in parallel. If the battery bank is allowed to drain to the point where it cannot deliver the large cranking current necessary for starting the engine, the vehicle cannot be operated. Because a heavy truck may be parked for an extended period of time, it is therefore appropriate to guard against the possibility that its battery bank will be drained to a point that will not allow the engine to be started or cranked due to failure to turn off all its electric circuits.
Consequently, it is known to place a disconnect switch in circuit between the battery bank and the rest of the vehicle electrical system for use in disconnecting the battery bank from the electrical system to prevent battery current draw that, if allowed to continue long enough, could drain the battery bank to the point of preventing the engine from being cranked and started.
Commonly owned U.S. Pat. No. 6,836,094 discloses an example of a battery disconnect circuit that has the advantage of a direct, switch-free connection of the battery bank to the cranking motor so that when the cranking motor solenoid is energized to crank the motor, cranking current flows directly from the battery bank to the cranking motor windings, and not through the disconnect switch.
Battery disconnect switches are typically electromechanical devices, not solid-state devices. The solid-state counterparts of certain electromechanical devices can often, but not always, provide significant advantages in performance and/or function and/or cost. Sometimes no comparable solid-state counterpart exists for an electromechanical device. For various reasons electromechanical devices continue to enjoy significant usage in the automotive industry, and it is believed reasonable to include battery disconnect switches in that category.
When an electromechanical battery disconnect switch fails, it is typically replaced, but sometimes it is simply bypassed for expediency. The inherent nature of such a switch seems to render it poorly suited for interfacing with vehicle electrical systems that have become largely electronic over the past several decades. Consequently, electronic monitoring of such switches for diagnostic, data collection, and other various purposes appears to have been largely ignored.
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Q:
Including directory and keep it working php
I'm using Codeigniter and facing the following problem.
In a controller, I want to include in some way an application (Not written in Codeigniter) in my controller. I am using file_get_contents now. It's working fine and the application is shown in the controller I made. The problem is, the application contains a lot of forms which are posted to other pages in the application itself. Using file_get_contents, the forms redirect the user to a target outside my controller. This may sound a bit vague, so here's an example:
The user navigates to the controller: 'game/login' and therefore wants
to visit the login page. The user fills in the form. The form posts
the data to assets/game/index.php?page=login. This makes the user
redirect to assets/game/index.php?page=login, and therefore making him
leave the controller page.
Does anyone have an idea on how to fix this problem?
defined('BASEPATH') OR exit('No direct script access allowed');
class Game extends CI_Controller{
public function __construct(){
parent::__construct();
}
public function index($page = ''){
file_get_contents(FCPATH . 'assets/game/index.php?page=' . $page);
}
}
A:
You can load your external php pages in a iframe but i would suggest you should convert your php files to codeigniter MVC structure to get the advantages.
The quick way is using iframe,but i would ask you to refer this post to get an idea on Iframes when to use & when not to.
Are iframes considered 'bad practice'?
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New GTA Orientation 2017
The Fall 2017 New Graduate Teaching Associate/Assistant Orientation took place on August 10, 2017 at the Crowne Plaza Knoxville. We had a great turnout, but if you were unable to make it, this page has contacts, links and information from our speakers and presenters. If you still have questions, know that you can contact the Graduate School (gradschool@utk.edu/865-974-2475) and we’ll work with you to get the information you need.
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import { Subject } from 'rxjs';
import { ICommand, ICommandPublisher } from '../interfaces';
export class DefaultCommandPubSub<CommandBase extends ICommand>
implements ICommandPublisher<CommandBase> {
constructor(private subject$: Subject<CommandBase>) {}
publish<T extends CommandBase>(command: T) {
this.subject$.next(command);
}
}
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"pile_set_name": "Github"
}
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Нидерландские следователи заявили, что среди обломков, доставленных с места падения "Боинга" на востоке Украины 17 июля 2014 года, обнаружены предположительно фрагменты зенитной ракеты, пущенной из российского комплекса "Бук". В авиакатастрофе погибли 298 человек – в основном подданные Нидерландов.
В обнародованном во вторник заявлении говорится, что фрагменты изучаются специалистами Совета по безопасности Нидерландов, который проводит гражданское расследование авиакатастрофы. Они будут также переданы международной следственной группе, расследующей обстоятельства гибели "Боинга".
Пока специалисты не могут окончательно подтвердить связь между найденными обломками и гибелью самолета, выполнявшего рейс MH14 из Амстердама в Куала-Лумпур и разбившегося на территории, контролируемой пророссийскими сепаратистами в Донбассе.
Версия о том, что самолет был сбит ракетой, пущенной с земли, остается приоритетной.
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10 Things
1. Amon, Everett and Leo sleeping will forever be one of my most favorite things. They are my heart boys…their hearts work hard…and funny fall-asleepers and I’ll document it forever and ever and ever.
And now I present to you my most favorite sleeping photo. All the little details in the photo just make me smile. Miss our boy so much.
2. I adore any little reminder of Everett. Every single one is never lost on me. Colorful hearts for our colorful heart boy.
3. When Hudson and Solomon were little they were always on top of one another. I’m delighted it has yet to wear off. I hope they are like this when they are 85 years old. I hope they are always the best of friends and one another’s person. They have the most unique bond and I adore watching them.
4. We’ve shockingly had very little sickness this winter season…knock on wood, but when Hudson wasn’t feeling his best and had some sadness I gladly kept that boy at home. Time with just two of them is so rare. He ended up with a simple cold and we welcomed the chill time together and quick bounce back.
5. Winter gets her hair done every two weeks and in between I touch up and tend to it with moisturizing. She’s usually really amazing while her hair is being done and does not have a tender head at all. I was looking through photos on my phone the other day and found these jewels she snapped while I was fixing her hair. It is an absolute shame this girl has zero personality.
6. Using scissors is in Leo’s Top 5 Favorite Things To Do. 🙂 He will spend such a long amount of time cutting and it’s crazy good for his fine motor skills. When I create during the day he grabs his scissors and gets to snipping.
7. I will have spent 96.3% of my life in a car rider line so I snag lots of pictures while we wait together. On New Year’s Eve we totaled our van. It was scary and gave our kids a touch of PTSD, but no one was seriously injured. Currently we have to split everyone up to get them here and there while we wait to get a new vehicle. I have been taking Harper to school which is normally Josh’s routine, but I have so enjoyed this time with her and Leo. Carrider line pictures forever.
Again, please pray for Winter’s personality. 🙂
8. Amon lost his first tooth and we all praised the Lord because the kid was driving us bonkers about it. He had another tooth coming in already behind it before the first tooth was ever even out. Then another tooth started coming in behind his second lose tooth. We wiggled and jiggled and finally Hudson pulled Amon’s second tooth because the new tooth was already over half way in. Oh the tooth drama, but he’s now two teeth down and cuter than ever.
9. Everyone loves selfies with Leo.
And 10. Winter and Leo really embody my level of exhaustion. Hahahahahahaha. I get a good chuckle out of these pictures every time I see them. May it give us the power to get to the weekend.
4 Comments
I am so sorry to hear about your van. I’m so thankful everyone is ok. I know how inconvenient it has to be to have to go everywhere separately. I am so thankful you’re back in action in this space. I miss you when you don’t blog. Reading your words is one of my favorite, most comforting things to do. You got that Sandra Hall in you, girl.
Laura,
Hi there, I am going to Haiti with My Life Speaks with my church and we will be having a silent auction. I am wondering if you would like to donate something for it and I can send you a tax exempt form and a written letter? thank you!
Jill Funkhouser
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Racial discrimination
The Australian Lawyers Alliance (ALA) advocates for equality and non-discrimination. We promote access to justice and equality before the law for all individuals, regardless of their wealth, position, gender, age, national or ethnic origin, sexuality, ability or religious belief.
We believe that:
discrimination has a prejudicial effect on individuals' lives and should not be tolerated;
legal protections for individuals and groups against discrimination and hate speech must be enforced and protected;
diversity should be promoted and governments and industry should reflect the communities that they serve; and
restricting marriage to heterosexual couples is discrimination, and marriage equality should be legislated.
Lawyers play a fundamental role in identifying and eradicating discrimination in all of its forms. The ALA actively engages in public debates to promote diversity and eliminate discrimination, wherever it might emerge.
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Mozilla supports a wide variety of exciting open web technologies, and we encourage their use. This page offers links to interesting demonstrations of these technologies.
If you know of a good demonstration or application of open web technology, please add a link to the appropriate section here.
2D Graphics
Canvas
SVG
Video
3D Graphics
WebGL
Virtual Reality
CSS
Transformations
Games
Web APIs
Notifications API
Web Audio API
File API
Web Workers
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International Women's day: Test your knowledge about women leaders
Moises Castillo/AP
A woman performs during an International Women's Day rally in Guatemala City, Friday.
From the Queen of Sheba to the Empress Dowager Cixi of the Qing Dynasty women have led their people throughout history. But it wasn't until after World War II that women began to hold elected office. How much do you know about recent women leaders?
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Stephen Holder
stephen.holder@indystar.com
INDIANAPOLIS – When the Colts hosted Giants free agent defensive lineman Johnathan Hankins for a visit on Tuesday, it presented an opportunity for Indianapolis to acquire a player who is, arguably, the NFL’s top remaining free agent.
But while that window hasn’t completely closed, it does not appear Hankins is destined to don the horseshoe.
Hankins left Indianapolis without agreeing to a contract, and an NFL source with knowledge of the situation said a deal with Hankins does not appear likely.
Hankins seems a good fit for the Colts, who could use a jolt at nose tackle – Hankins’ preferred position. But while the football fit seems ideal, what’s less clear is whether Hankins is a financial fit for the Colts. He reportedly has been seeking an annual salary on par with some of the top defensive linemen in the NFL. But given the fact he remains on the market a full month after the start of free agency, teams appear to be resistant to obliging.
Hankins’ best option might be a long-term deal from the Giants that, according to ESPN.com, remains on the table. He recorded 43 total tackles for the Giants in 2016 and co-owner John Mara said during the recent NFL owners meetings, “We still very much like him on our team. … Hopefully we’ll get it worked out. But I have no idea whether that will happen or not.”
If the Colts do, in fact, move on, the Giants might now be able to bring the Hankins situation to a conclusion.
For the Colts, look for defensive line to remain a position of great interest in this month's draft. The team faces both on- and off-field issues. Nose tackle David Parry is facing multiple felonies in an Arizona criminal case while defensive ends Kendall Langford and Henry Anderson battled knee issues for the duration of the 2016 season.
Follow Colts Insider Stephen Holder on Twitter: @HolderStephen.
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<!doctype html>
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Copyright (c) 2015 The Polymer Project Authors. All rights reserved.
This code may only be used under the BSD style license found at http://polymer.github.io/LICENSE.txt
The complete set of authors may be found at http://polymer.github.io/AUTHORS.txt
The complete set of contributors may be found at http://polymer.github.io/CONTRIBUTORS.txt
Code distributed by Google as part of the polymer project is also
subject to an additional IP rights grant found at http://polymer.github.io/PATENTS.txt
-->
<html>
<head>
<meta charset="utf-8">
<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, minimum-scale=1.0, initial-scale=1.0, user-scalable=yes">
<title>paper-drawer-panel</title>
<script src="../webcomponentsjs/webcomponents-lite.js"></script>
<link rel="import" href="../polymer/polymer.html">
<link rel="import" href="../iron-component-page/iron-component-page.html">
</head>
<body>
<iron-component-page></iron-component-page>
</body>
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High diving at the 2017 World Aquatics Championships – Women
The Women competition at the 2017 World Championships was held on 28 and 29 July 2017.
Results
The first round was held on 28 July at 12:30. The second to fourth round was held on 29 July at 12:15.
References
Women
World
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This invention pertains to a process wherein silicon wafers are processed in a processing chamber, which is pressurized sequentially with different atmospheres, particularly but not exclusively in oxidation of silicon wafers at high temperatures and high pressures.
It is known for silicon wafers to be oxidized by a process known as thermal oxidation and practiced at high temperatures, which typically may range from 700.degree. to 1,000.degree. C., and at high pressures, which typically may range from 5 to 25 atmospheres, in a tubular vessel, which has a removable closure. Typically, the tubular vessel is flooded preliminarily with a purging atmosphere as silicon wafers, which are disposed edgewise and uprightly on a boat, are loaded into the tubular vessel, whereupon the tubular vessel is pressurized to a processing pressure with a series of different processing atmospheres, each processing atmosphere displacing a preceding atmosphere except for a residual portion remaining with such processing atmosphere and diminishing in concentration with time.
In a typical case, the purging atmosphere is or comprises nitrogen, which may be regarded as inert under these conditions although there are some indications of its reactivity under these conditions, one of the processing atmospheres is or comprises dry oxygen, which is a slow oxidizer, and another of the processing atmospheres is or comprises steam, which is a fast oxidizer. In the same case, dry oxygen can be introduced initially at a fast rate, so as to promote displacement of the purging atmosphere of nitrogen, and subsequently at a slow rate once the purging atmosphere essentially has been displaced, so as to conserve dry oxygen. Dry oxygen effects slow formation of a thin film of silicon dioxide on the wafers. Next, steam may be introduced at a slow rate, which is limited by physical constraints of available apparatus, so as to effect fast formation of the thin film of silicon dioxide. Also, steam may be followed by dry oxygen, which may be followed by nitrogen, whereupon the tubular vessel may be depressurized.
One type of known apparatus, in which the process described above for thermal oxidation of silicon wafers can be practiced, is disclosed in U.S. Pat. No. 4,253,417, wherein the tubular vessel is enclosed within an outer vessel, which is pressurized outside the tubular vessel, so as to equalize the pressures outside and inside the tubular vessel except for a small differential so that leakage of the tubular vessel is leakage out, whereby the tubular vessel may be made of quartz, silicon, or other fragile material. Other types of known apparatus, in which similar processes can be practiced, are disclosed in U.S. Pat. No. 4,018,184 and U.S. Pat. No. 4,167,915.
In the process described above for thermal oxidation of silicon wafers, as practiced before this invention, nonuniform oxidation of the wafers has been a problem of serious magnitude. It has been found that the thin films of silicon dioxide formed on the wafers when the wafers are disposed edgewise and uprightly in the oxidizing atmosphere have observable gradients of thickness from thicker portions at upper edges of the wafers to thinner portions at lower edges of the wafers. Also, the problem is exacerbated at higher pressures (20 to 25 atmospheres) among the high pressures (5 to 25 atmospheres) discussed above, and at lower temperatures (700.degree. to 800.degree. C.) among the high temperatures (700.degree. to 1000.degree. C.) discussed above.
Because the process is thermally activated, whereupon the process proceeds more rapidly at higher temperatures and less rapidly at lower temperatures, prior efforts to deal with the problem have been directed to improved insulating, baffling, and heating measures, by which it has been found that nonuniformity of the temperature of the oxidizing atmosphere enveloping the wafers can be reduced, controlled, or eliminated, so as to alleviate the problem. The temperature of the oxidizing atmosphere at the upper and lower reaches of the tubular vessel can be measured nonintrusively by thermocouples arrayed on the tubular vessel.
However, it has been found that the problem can be alleviated but cannot be eliminated solely by such measures, as it has been found that the thin films of silicon dioxide formed on the wafers are thicker at upper edges of the wafers and thinner at lower edges of the wafers, even if the temperature of the oxidizing atmosphere enveloping the wafers is uniform at the upper and lower edges of the wafers, and even if the temperature of the oxidizing atmosphere is hotter at lower edges of the wafers and cooler at upper edges of the wafers.
Other efforts to deal with the problem have been directed to means to promote turbulent flow of the oxidizing atmosphere. However, turbulent flow of the oxidizing atmosphere may be difficult to accomplish effectively, particularly if the oxidizing atmosphere is or comprises steam at high pressures.
For a constant volume of an ideal gas, the density of the gas is proportional to the number of molecules of the gas and to the molecular weight of the gas. For constant pressure, volume, and temperature, the number of molecules of the gas is independent of the species of the gas. Thus, the density of the gas is proportional to the molecular weight of the gas at constant pressure, volume, and temperature. Thus, the density of a mixture of two, three, or more gases at constant pressure, volume, and temperature is proportional to the sum of the respective products of the molecular weights and the mole fractions of its components.
Herein, all molecular weights are stated in round numbers, whenever stated. Herein, the molecular weight of a particular atmosphere being one gas refers to its molecular weight, and the molecular weight of a particular atmosphere being a mixture of gases refers to mean molecular weight of the mixture.
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/* * Copyright 2016, 2017 IBM Corp.
* Licensed under the Apache License, Version 2.0 (the "License");
* you may not use this file except in compliance with the License.
* You may obtain a copy of the License at
* http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
* Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
* distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
* WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
* See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
* limitations under the License.
*/
import Foundation
import BMSCore
public protocol AuthorizationDelegate : TokenResponseDelegate {
func onAuthorizationCanceled()
}
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Q:
Exclude class from debugging
I remember that there was some type of decorator to exclude certain classes from being show while debugging.
Reason:
Have multiple classes. If debugger jumps to another class (thread) during debugging, that can be very anoying. Some helper classes should rather be stepepd over.
But I just can't find this decorator anywhere. Does anyone remember how to exclude a file so that debugger does not step into it?
A:
You're probably looking for DebuggerStepThrough attribute.
A:
You are looking for the DebuggerStepThroughAttribute.
You can apply this attribute to a class, a method, a struct or a constructor. Remember that the debugger will always step through the code that is flagged with this attribute, even if you put a breakpoint in it.
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Changes in T-cell receptor subsets after cardiac surgery in children.
T cells are divided into two subsets, alphabeta and gammadelta, according to the T-cell receptor (TCR) expressed. Recent findings indicate that gammadelta T cells serve as the first defense against microbial pathogens, and represent a link between innate and acquired immunity. We conducted a study to investigate the changes in circulating TCR subsets after cardiac surgery in children. Blood samples from 24 children who underwent cardiac surgery with cardiopulmonary bypass (CPB) were collected serially to analyze TCR subsets by flow cytometry. The alphabeta T cells reached a nadir on postoperative day (POD) 1, but recovered to pre-CPB levels on POD 3. On the other hand, the gammadelta T cells decreased after CPB and did not recover to pre-CPB levels even after POD 7. The alphabeta/gammadelta T-cell ratio was increased after POD 3. In children, gammadelta T cells recover more slowly than alphabeta T cells after cardiac surgery. These changes in TCR subsets may contribute to postoperative immunosuppression.
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Glycopyrrolate, the active pharmaceutical ingredient in Robinul® tablets, Robinul® Forte tablets and Robinul® injection, is a quaternary ammonium compound having the chemical name 3-[(cyclopentylhydroxyphenylacetyl)oxy]-1,1-dimethylpyrrolidinium bromide. Glycopyrrolate is an anticholinergic and antispasmodic that inhibits gastrointestinal nerve receptor sites that stimulate both the secretion of stomach acid and smooth muscle activity in the digestive tract. Accordingly, it diminishes the volume and free acidity of gastric secretions and controls excessive pharyngeal, tracheal, and bronchial secretions.
Glycopyrrolate is indicated for use as adjunctive therapy in the treatment of peptic ulcer. See PHYSICIANS' DESK REFERENCE (57th ed., Medical Economics Co., 2003). The most frequent adverse reactions to glycopyrrolate include those that are common to anticholinergics generally including, for example, xerostomia, decreased sweating, urinary hesitancy and retention, blurred vision, tachycardia, palpitations, headaches, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, nervousness, and other reactions.
Pharmacokinetic studies have not previously been conducted to evaluate the effect of food on the pharmacokinetics of glycopyrrolate. It is desirable to increase the oral bioavailability of a drug substance, such as glycopyrrolate, to increase the extent of the therapeutic effect on the user. In general, food has a variable effect on the bioavailability of an active agent. Drug-food interactions may result in reduced, delayed or increased systemic drug availability. See, e.g., Clin Pharmacokinet 1984 September-October; 9(5):404-34. Food may interact with a coadministered drug at the following phases: (i) before and during gastrointestinal absorption; (ii) during distribution; (iii) during metabolism; and (iv) during elimination. See Clin Pharmacokinet 1999 September; 37(2):213-55. For some drugs such as, for example, nefazadone and troglitazone, bioavailability increases with food. See Clin Pharmacokinet 1997 October; 33(4):260-75; Clin Pharmacokinet 1999 August; 37(2):91-104.
There remains a need for a method of treatment of peptic ulcer and other gastrointestinal disorders using glycopyrrolate that has increased oral bioavailability and, thus, improved efficacy following administration to human patients.
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A favourite Fijian son has returned with Sisa Waqa returning to training with Melbourne.
Waqa has returned to Australia after suffering a broken jaw whilst playing for French rugby union club FC Grenoble.
The 30-year-old will spend time training with the NRL squad before a decision is made on whether to sign him to a playing contract before the June 30 deadline.
Storm Football Director Frank Ponissi said Waqa would be monitored over the coming weeks.
“He got injured just before Christmas and moved back about three weeks ago,” Ponissi told rlwc12017.com.
“We will have a look at him over the next few weeks and if he comes up all right we will sign him for the rest of the season.
“He is still a fair way off playing because he has been inactive for a while but he is showing good signs. This is his second week of training and we will probably give it another two weeks before we make a call.
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Next major release of PHP to be named PHP 7 - sp8
http://news.php.net/php.internals/76254
======
metabrew
Why skip a version? Wasn't clear from that thread.
~~~
msantos
PHP 6 existed (check commits in the public repo) but was abandoned and never
released to public.
The voting page lists more info
[https://wiki.php.net/rfc/php6#vote](https://wiki.php.net/rfc/php6#vote)
~~~
RossM
Annoyingly, a few authors decided to jump the gun and publish books around PHP
6. I think this was the main deciding point. On the one hand, it might be
confusing for a newcomer who thinks that they're getting a book on the latest
and greatest; on the other, perhaps they should check publication dates.
Either way, it wasn't a particularly important decision - any number
signifying a major version bump, greater than 5, would have been fine.
~~~
ramy_d
Yeah,
[http://www.amazon.ca/s/?ie=UTF8&keywords=php+6](http://www.amazon.ca/s/?ie=UTF8&keywords=php+6)
I wonder if publishing against "vaporware" (not exactly, but anyway) is an
expected risk in the industry. Would be interesting to hear what the people
who are affected in that sense think of this.
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---
abstract: 'A color image contains luminance and chrominance components representing the intensity and color information respectively. The objective of the work presented in this paper is to show the significance of incorporating the chrominance information for the task of scene classification. An improved color-to-grayscale image conversion algorithm by effectively incorporating the chrominance information is proposed using color-to-gay structure similarity index (C2G-SSIM) and singular value decomposition (SVD) to improve the perceptual quality of the converted grayscale images. The experimental result analysis based on the image quality assessment for image decolorization called C2G-SSIM and success rate (Cadik and COLOR250 datasets) shows that the proposed image decolorization technique performs better than 8 existing benchmark algorithms for image decolorization. In the second part of the paper, the effectiveness of incorporating the chrominance component in scene classification task is demonstrated using the deep belief network (DBN) based image classification system developed using dense scale invariant feature transform (SIFT) as features. The levels of chrominance information incorporated by the proposed image decolorization technique is confirmed by the improvement in the overall scene classification accuracy . Also, the overall scene classification performance is improved by the combination of models obtained using the proposed and the conventional decolorization methods.'
author:
- 'V. Sowmya'
- 'D. Govind'
- 'K. P. Soman'
bibliography:
- 'refer.bib'
title: Exploring the significance of using perceptually relevant image decolorization method for scene classification
---
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Introduction
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The two main modules of any image classification system are feature extraction and classification. The features are extracted from the input color image in RGB space by processing the three color planes independently. However, most of the existing image classification systems, in particular, scene classification systems converts the input color image to grayscale, (so called color-to-grayscale image conversion) prior to feature extraction [@OT2001; @Xie2012; @Lazebnik2006; @Mandar; @Fei-Fei2005].
The color-to-grayscale image conversion is performed to reduce the computational complexity of the features extracted from the single gray plane rather than from the three dimensional color planes. Also, the incorporation of significant chrominance information along with the contrast details in the converted grayscale images are essential, as the features required to categorize or classify the scene information are extracted from the converted grayscale images. But, the major challenge in the color-to-grayscale image conversion is the preservation of luminance information along with the chrominance contrast in the converted grayscale images as in the original color image [@Alsam2009].
For example, the pattern represented by the variation of color in the input color image (Fig.\[issue\] (c)) is missed, when converted to gray image (Fig.\[issue\] (d)) by the standard and most commonly used NTSC rule which combines the red, blue and green channel with the ratio 0.3: 0.6: 0.1 respectively [@Y.C.Faroudja1988]. Similarly, there is absence of sun and number information in the converted gray scale images (Fig.\[issue\] (b) & (f)). Therefore, many methods were proposed to convert the color image to grayscale with the preservation of luminance and color contrast information [@Liu2013; @Rasche2005; @Kim2009; @Amy.A.Gooch2005; @CeWuLu2012]. The description and the findings of the benchmark image decolorization techniques exist in the literature is given in Table \[exist\].
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Most of the existing methods for color-to-grayscale image conversion is based on optimization techniques which may be computationally complex [@Liu2013; @Rasche2005; @Kim2009; @Amy.A.Gooch2005; @CeWuLu2012]. Therefore, simple image decolorization technique using singular value decomposition (SVD) was proposed [@Sowmya2017]. Recently, an algorithm called color-to-gray structure similarity (C2G-SSIM) is developed to measure the level of chrominance and structure information incorporated in the converted grayscale images [@Ma2015]. In [@Ma2015], one of the applications of C2G-SSIM is demonstrated as the parameter tuning of color-to-grayscale image conversion algorithms motivated to use the C2G-SSIM along with the SVD to develop an effective and perceptually improved method for image decolorization, which preserves the contrast information. SVD algorithm is used in our proposed work to reconstruct the chrominance planes by using the significant chrominance information captured through the singular values and the corresponding Eigenvectors.
Unlike the existing SVD based image decolorization method [@Sowmya2017], the proposed framework avoids the constant weight of the chrominance information added to the luminance. Instead, the weightage of the chrominance information added to the luminance is computed using the C2G-SSIM. In [@Mandar], the performance of the scene classification is improved by modeling the dense scale invariant features using gaussian mixtures and adapted gaussian mixture models. Later, the deep features to improve the scene recognition task are learnt by convolutional neural networks (CNN) using color images [@Zhou2014]. The performance of the scene classification system is improved by the combination of deep belief networks and support vector machines trained using the grayscale images with better chrominance representations [@SowmyaDBN]. Therefore, the objective of the present work is to verify the effectiveness of the chrominance information incorporated by the proposed image decolorization technique by applying the developed color-to-grayscale image conversion algorithm in the experiments for scene classification. Also, the performance of the scene classification system must be improved by the combination of the proposed image decolorization technique with the standard color-to-grayscale image conversion method.
The proposed novelties of the present work are as follows:
- The new method for effective and perceptually improved image decolorization method based on SVD and C2G-SSIM is proposed.
- The role of significant and relevant chrominance information with the preservation of contrast details incorporated by the proposed method is applied for scene classification.
- A methodology is adopted for overall improvement in the scene classification performance by combining the models developed using the perceptually better grayscale images obtained from the proposed image decolorization technique with the most commonly used image decolorization method.
The organization of the paper is as follows: The basis for the present work is discussed in section 2. Section 3 presents the proposed method followed by experimental results and analysis in section 4. Section 5 contains the summary and conclusion of the present work.
Basis for the present work
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The basis for the present work is discussed in this section.
The C2G-SSIM index is computed by the following three stages, namely (i) color space transformation, (ii) measurement of luminance (L), contrast (C) and structure (S) information & (iii) combination of the measured contents based on the type of input color image [@Ma2015]. In the first stage, the input color image and the converted grayscale image are transformed to CIEL\*a\*b\* color space. The second stage involves the computation of similarity measurement of luminance, contrast and structure information between the reference color image and the converted gray image in CIEL\*a\*b\* space. The luminance plane (of the reference color image and the converted gray image) and the chrominance planes of the reference color image is processed as windows of uniform patch size with two-dimensional Gaussian filter centered at a pixel location for every window. The luminance measure $L({x_c})$ is computed using Eq. (\[luminance\]) [@Ma2015].
$$L({x_c})\, = \,\frac{{2\,{u_f}\,({x_c})\,{u_g}\,({x_c})\, + \,{C_1}\,\,}}{{{u_f}\,({x_c}){\,^2}\, + \,{u_g}\,{{({x_c})}^2}\, + \,{C_1}}}\
\label{luminance}$$
where ${u_f}\,({x_c})$ is the mean luminance computed for the luminance plane of the reference color image in CIEL\*a\*b\* color space at the pixel location $x_c$. ${u_g}\,({x_c})$ is the mean luminance computed for the luminance plane of the converted gray image in CIEL\*a\*b\* color space at the same pixel location $x_c$. C1 is a small positive stabilizing constant.
The chrominance measure $C({x_c})$ is computed using the Eq. (\[chrominance\]) [@Ma2015].
$$C({x_c})\, = \,\frac{{2\,{d_f}\,({x_c})\,{d_g}\,({x_c})\, + \,{C_2}\,\,}}{{{d_f}\,({x_c}){\,^2}\, + \,{d_g}\,{{({x_c})}^2}\, + \,{C_2}}}\
\label{chrominance}$$
where ${d_f}\,({x_c})$ is the weighted mean color difference from its surroundings computed by considering the luminance and the chrominance details of the reference color image in CIEL\*a\*b\* color space at the pixel location $x_c$. ${d_g}\,({x_c})$ is the mean gray tone difference computed at the same pixel location $x_c$ for the luminance plane of the converted gray image in CIEL\*a\*b\* color space. C2 is a small positive stabilizing constant.
The structure measure $S({x_c})$ is computed using the Eq. (\[structure\]) [@Ma2015].
$$S({x_c})\, = \,\frac{{{\sigma _{fg}}\,({x_c})\,\, + \,{C_3}\,\,}}{{{\sigma _f}\,({x_c})\,{\sigma _g}\,({x_c})\, + \,{C_3}}}\
\label{structure}$$
where ${\sigma _f}\,({x_c})$ is the standard deviation of the weighted mean color difference from its surroundings computed by considering the luminance and the chrominance details of the reference color image in CIEL\*a\*b\* color space at the pixel location $x_c$. ${\sigma _g}\,({x_c})$ is the standard deviation of the mean gray tone difference computed at the same pixel location $x_c$ for the luminance plane of the converted gray image in CIEL\*a\*b\* color space. ${\sigma _{fg}}\,({x_c})$ is the cross correlation computed between ${\sigma _f}\,({x_c})$ and ${\sigma _g}\,({x_c})$ at the same pixel location $x_c$. C3 is a small positive stabilizing constant.
Thus, the overall C2G-SSIM index $q({x_c})$ is computed by combining all the three contents, namely luminance $L({x_c})$, contrast $C({x_c})$ and structure $S({x_c})$ at the pixel location $x_c$ using the Eq. (\[C2G-SSIM\]) [@Ma2015].
$$q({x_c})\, = \,L{({x_c})^\alpha }\, \times C{({x_c})^\beta }\, \times S{({x_c})^\gamma }\
\label{C2G-SSIM}$$
where $\alpha\,>\,0$, $\beta\,>\,0$, $\gamma\,>\,0$. In [@Ma2015], the expression for C2G-SSIM index is simplified by setting $\beta = \gamma = 1$. And, $\alpha = 1$ for photographic images and $\alpha = 0$ for synthetic images.
Proposed Method
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An image decolorization method is proposed to perceptually improve the performance of the color-to-grayscale image conversion using C2G-SSIM and SVD. The algorithm of the proposed image decolorization is discussed below. The block diagram of the proposed methodology shown in Fig.\[block\] is explained below.
1. Input Color Image: $I\in{R^{h\, \times \,w\, \times \,3}}$, where $h$ and $w$ refers to the row and column dimension of the input color image. The third dimension refers to the three color planes namely red, green and blue.
2. Image Transformation: $C = T\,(I)$ , where $C$ represents the transformed image in CIEL\*a\*b\* color space which is the better suited color space for image editing [@Sowmya2017]. $T$ is the color space transformation function which converts the input color image in RGB space to CIEL\*a\*b\* space.
3. Singular Value Decomposition: Each of the chrominance planes of the transformed image is subjected to singular value decomposition. $[{U_i}\, {S_i}\, {V_i}^{'}] = svd ({C_{i\,}})\forall \,i = 1,2.$, where $C_i$ refers to the first and the second chrominance planes of the transformed color image for $i=1 \,\&\, 2$ respectively.$U_i$, and $V_i$ contains the Eigen vectors corresponding to the input chrominance planes. $S_i$ contains the Eigen values corresponding to the input chrominance planes.
4. Chrominance Planes Reconstruction ($Cr$): Each of the chrominance planes is reconstructed using the Eigen values and the corresponding Eigen vectors selected based on the rank of the input chrominance plane. $C{r_i}\,\, = \,\,U{r_i}\, \times \,\,S{r_i}\, \times \,\,V{r_i}^{'}\,\,,\,\,\forall \,i\, = 1,\,2.$.
5. Gray/Decolorized Image($G$): The gray image is obtained using the equation (\[gray\])
$${G_c}(k)\, = \,{C_l}\, + \,c\, \times \,\sum\limits_{i = 1}^2 {{C_{ri}}} (k)\,\,\,,\,\,\forall \,k\, = \,1\,\,to\,\,h \times w
\label{gray}$$
6. Transformation to RGB color space & average computation: $O_c = T{'}\,(G_c)$, where $T{'}$ transforms the gray image to RGB space with only the luminance information. The average of three planes in RGB space ($O_cR$, $O_cG$, $O_cB$ ) is computed using the equation (\[avg\]) to form the final gray or decolorized image [@Sowmya2017].
$${O_c}^{'} = \,({O_c}R\, + \,{O_c}G\, + {O_c}B)\,/3
\label{avg}$$
Though the output gray image obtained by the existing SVD image decolorization technique is comparable with all the benchmark algorithms, the weightage parameter of the chrominance information added to the luminance is fixed experimentally as 0.25 [@Sowmya2017]. The fixed value of weightage parameter fails to preserve the contrast in the converted grayscale image which affects the perceptual quality of the converted image.
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For example, the color contrast information present in the original color image (region where apple and orange in present) is not preserved in the grayscale image converted by the existing SVD based image decolorization (Fig.\[SVDissue\](b)). Fig.\[SVDissue\] (c) shows perceptually improved image decolorization from Fig.\[SVDissue\] (a) as compared to the grayscale image in Fig.\[SVDissue\] (b) which is obtained using the conventional SVD based method.
The constant value $c$ is chosen using the measure designed to measure the significant components of color-to-grayscale image conversion such as luminance, structure and contrast information known as C2G-SSIM. The mathematical representation corresponding to our proposed method for color-to-grayscale image conversion is given by:
$$O\, = \,\mathop {\arg \max }\limits_c \,(\,q\,(I,\,{O_c{'}}))\
\label{C2G-SSIM}$$
where $q$ is the C2G-SSIM index computed using the Eq. (\[C2G-SSIM\]).
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Experimental Results and Analysis
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The proposed image decolorization technique to improve the perceptual quality of the image decolorization is evaluated as follows:
1. Objective evaluation using quality assessment metric for image decolorization namely color-to-gray structure similarity index (C2G-SSIM) [@Ma2015].
2. Role of incorporating significant chrominance information by the proposed perceptually improved image decolorization method for scene classification.
Objective evaluation of the proposed perceptually improved SVD image decolorization using C2G-SSIM metric
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The proposed method to improve the perceptual quality of the image decolorization technique using C2G-SSIM is experimented on two different benchmark datasets used for color-to-grayscale image conversion. The first dataset known as Cadik, contains 25 different color images which includes isoluminous (images with uniform light intensity values) color images [@M.Cadik2008]. The second dataset is COLOR250, which contains 250 different color images [@Lu2014]. COLOR250 dataset contains generic color images along with the isoluminous pie chart color images. The proposed technique is experimented for 20 different values of the weight parameter ($c$) ranging from 0.05 to 1.0 with the incremental step value of 0.05.
The C2G-SSIM index is computed for the different values of $c$ for all the images in Cadik and COLOR250 datasets for which the samples are tabulated in Table \[c-values\]. The experimental analysis computed for all the images in both the dataset shows that the best C2G-SSIM index is obtained for different value of $c$ other than $c=0.25$ as fixed in SVD decolorization algorithm for color-to-grayscale image conversion. For instance, the color images from Cadik dataset namely ‘balls0\_color’ and ‘tulips’ have 0.9056 and 0.7860 respectively as C2G-SSIM index for $c=0.05$, which is better than the index obtained as 0.8553 and 0.7057 repsectively for $c=0.25$, as fixed in SVD decolorization method. Similar analysis are observed for all the images in both the datasets. For example, color image namely ‘im\_8’ and ‘im\_10’ in COLOR250 dataset have C2G-SSIM index as 0.8964 and 0.8090 for $c=0.15$, which is better than the index obtained for the same images at $c=0.25$. (SVD decolorization).
The visual comparison of the gray image ‘Sunrise312’ obtained using the proposed technique and all the benchmark technique is shown in Fig.\[sunrise\]. The gray image obtained using the proposed technique (Fig.\[sunrise\] (l)) has better contrast along with the structure content as in the original color image (Fig. \[sunrise\] (a)). Hence, the C2G-SSIM index computed for the gray image converted using the proposed technique is better than all other existing benchmark color-to-gray image conversion techniques. The similar observation is also recorded for the pie chart image namely ‘im\_203’ present in COLOR250 dataset. The variation in the colors present in the input color image (Fig.\[im203\] (a)) is missed in the corresponding gray images obtained using the existing color-to-gray conversion algorithms (Fig.\[im203\] (b), (d), (f) & (g)). Whereas, in the case of gray image obtained using the proposed technique (Fig.\[sunrise\] (i)), the color variation present in the input color image is represented with better contrast and structure in gray intensity level. Hence, the C2G-SSIM index computed for the gray image (im\_203) obtained using the proposed technique is 0.9927 (Table \[C2G-SSIM-compare1\]), which is better than the index computed for all the existing benchmark algorithms. The reported trend of the proposed color-to-grayscale image conversion method holds good for all the sample images taken from COLOR250 dataset as tabulated in Table \[C2G-SSIM-compare1\].
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The proposed color-to-grayscale image conversion based on the variation of the parameter ($c$) using C2G-SSIM index is compared against the existing benchmark techniques for all the images available in Cadik and COLOR250 datasets. The C2G-SSIM index computed for the sample images from both the datasets for the proposed method and existing benchmark techniques for color-to-grayscale image conversion are tabulated in Table \[C2G-SSIM-compare\] & \[C2G-SSIM-compare1\]. The C2G-SSIM value computed for the gray image obtained using the proposed decolorization algorithm is better than all the existing benchmark techniques. For example, in case of ‘Sunrise312’ (Cadik dataset) in Table \[C2G-SSIM-compare\], the C2G-SSIM index obtained for the gray image converted using the proposed technique is 0.8898 which is better than the values obtained for the grayscale image converted using all the benchmark algorithms.
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The success rate of a technique is defined as the number of images whose C2G-SSIM score is maximum in the corresponding technique when compared with the other existing techniques [@Suhre2010]. The success rate computed for the proposed technique and all the existing algorithms for color-to-grayscale image conversion is represented graphically in Fig.\[srate25\] and Fig.\[srate250\] for Cadik and COLOR250 datasets respectively. Out of 25 images available in Cadik dataset, none of the images obtained maximum C2G-SSIM score for the gray images obtained using the existing algorithms namely Decolor, Bala, Neuman, Gooch. Therefore, the success rate for all these techniques is 0. The success rate for the proposed technique is 4 which is better than the success rate obtained for SVD decolorization, RT-CP, Rasche, CIE\_Y and rgb2gray.
In case of COLOR250 dataset which contains 250 different color images, the success rate of the proposed technique is 113 which is greater than the success rate obtained for all other existing image decolorization algorithms. The success rate of the existing techniques namely CP and Smith is 7 in case of Cadik dataset, which is higher than that of the proposed technique (Fig.\[srate25\]). But, in case of COLOR250 dataset, the success rate of CP and Smith are 37 and 25 respectively, which is lower than that of the proposed technique (Fig.\[srate250\]).
The average C2G-SSIM index computed for all the images in both the dataset for the proposed technique and all the existing image decolorization algorithms are represented graphically in Fig.\[average25\] and Fig.\[average250\]. The average C2G-SSIM index computed for the proposed technique using all the image sin Cadik dataset is 0.878, which is better than all the existing color-to-grayscale image conversion methods. Although the success rate of CP and Smith is greater than the proposed technique in case of Cadik dataset, the average C2G-SSIM index corresponding to those two techniques are lower (0.8543 and 0.8643 respectively) than that of the proposed image decolorization technique. Similarly, in the case of COLOR250 dataset, the average C2G-SSIM index is 0.912, which is better than all the existing image decolorization techniques. The implementation of the proposed method to perceptually improve the image decolorization is available in http://nlp.amrita.edu/PerceptualC2G/index.html.
Role of incorporating significant chrominance information by the proposed perceptually improved SVD image decolorization for scene classification
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The experimental setup to analyze the effect of significant chrominance information on scene classification is as follows: In general, the scene classification system contains three stages namely color-to-grayscale image conversion, feature extraction and classification.
1. Color-to-grayscale image conversion: In our experiment, the proposed color-to-grayscale image conversion to perceptually improve the existing SVD image decolorization is used in the first stage to convert the input color images to grayscale. To compare the effect of the proposed image decolorization method on scene classification, the input color images are also converted to grayscale using the most commonly used technique called the National Television Standards Committee (NTSC) rule with the ratio 0.3 : 0.6 : 0.1 of RGB respectively [@Y.C.Faroudja1988] and the existing method called SVD image decolorization [@Sowmya2017].
2. Feature Extraction: The dense scale invariant feature transform (SIFT) which is the suitable feature space for scene classification is used in the present work [@Lazebnik2006; @Mandar]. Each grayscale converted input image of size $256\times 256$ is divided into grids of size $16 \times 16$ with 8 pixel spacing between the grids. Hence, there are 961 grids extracted from each converted grayscale image. Each grid is represented by a SIFT feature descriptor of length 128. Thus, each grayscale converted input image is represented by feature matrix of size $961 \times 128$.
3. Classification: The two different types of classifiers namely Adapted Gaussian Mixture Models combined with Support Vector Machines (AGMM-SVM) and AGMM combined with Deep Belief Networks and SVM (AGMM-DBN-SVM) proposed by Mandar et al. [@Mandar] & Sowmya et al. [@SowmyaDBN] respectively are used in the present experimental work.
The experimental setup for AGMM-SVM classification system is followed from [@Mandar]. The number of gaussian mixtures used to adapt the mean SIFT feature matrix of each class is 1024. The mean adapted SIFT features of each class of dimension $1024 \times 128$ is used as dictionary to derive the histogram feature representation of each converted grayscale image. The adapted gaussian mixture which is closest to each of the SIFT feature descriptors of an image is computed whose dimension is $1 \times 961$ with the values ranging from 1 to number of mixtures (1024). The histogram is calculated for the above obtained feature vector. The normalized histogram vector is computed with respect to the dictionary of all the classes involved in the scene classification. The average histogram vector is computed and is fed as input to the SVM classifier.
In case of AGMM-DBN-SVM system, the average histogram feature vector corresponding to all the converted grayscale images derived from training set are used to learn the DBN network proposed in [@SowmyaDBN]. The DBN network used in the present experimental work consists of two hidden layers apart from the input and the output layer. The output layer of DBN are used as input features to the SVM classifier. The two hidden layers contains 30 and 99 neurons respectively for standard color-to-grayscale image conversion (NTSC rule) [@SowmyaDBN]. The number of neurons present in the two hidden layers for the existing SVD image decolorization are 88 and 100 respectively [@SowmyaDBN]. The architecture of DBN network for the proposed image decolorization is same as that of the existing SVD image decolorization method.
The standard Oliva Torralba (OT) scene dataset containing 8 different classses namely opencountry, coast, forest, highways, insidecity, mountain, street and tallbuildings is used for the experimental work [@OT2001; @Xie2012; @Lazebnik2006; @Mandar; @Fei-Fei2005]. 100 images from each class are used for training and all the remaining images are used for testing.
The classification assessment measure obtained for both the scene classification systems shows that the proposed image decolorization method to perceptually improve the performance of the existing SVD image decolorization technique has slightly improved the overall accuracy of the AGMM-SVM scene classification system (81.8% for NTSC , 81.6% for SVD and 82.0% for the proposed method (Modified SVD) tabulated in Table \[AGMM-SVM\]) and has significantly improved the overall classification accuracy of the AGMM-SVM-DBN scene classification system (93.5% for NTSC , 93.6% for SVD and 95.3% for the proposed method (Modified SVD) tabulated in Table \[AGMM-DBN-SVM\].
The class accuracy obtained using the proposed image decolorization method which are greater than that of the most commonly used NTSC rule and the existing SVD image decolorization for both the scene classification systems are marked as bold in Table \[AGMM-SVM\] & \[AGMM-DBN-SVM\]. The improvement in the overall classification accuracy of the AGMM-SVM scene classification system by the proposed image decolorization method is due to the improvement in the class accuracy namely insidecity, mountain street and tall building (Table \[AGMM-SVM\]) . Similarly, the significant improvement in the overall classification accuracy of the AGMM-DBN-SVM scene classification system by the proposed image decolorization method is due to the improvement in the classification accuracy of 6 classes out of available 8 classes (Table \[AGMM-DBN-SVM\]).
The significant improvement in the AGMM-DBN-SVM scene classification system by the proposed image decolorization is due to the training of deep belief networks using the dense SIFT feature descriptors which extracted the significant chrominance information with the improved perceptual quality in the grayscale images converted using the proposed image decolorization method.
Model level combination of the proposed image decolorization method and the most commonly used NTSC rule
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The analysis of classification accuracy obtained for each class shows the presence of complimentary class information provided by the proposed image decolorization method with respect to the standard NTSC rule. i.e., there are significant number of images misclassified by the standard NTSC rule are correctly classified by the proposed method for image decolorization and vice-versa. This motivated to combine the complimentary class information provided by the proposed image decolorization with the standard NTSC rule for the AGMM-DBN-SVM scene classification system whose, overall classification accuracy for all the image decolorization methods are greater than the AGMM-SVM image classification system.
Thus, the complimentary class information are combined based on the maximum probability score computed by the AGMM-DBN-SVM models for NTSC rule and the proposed method respectively. The class label associated with the model corresponding to the maximum probability score computed using the Eq. (\[probscore\]) is selected as the class information of the input image.
$$\mathord{\buildrel{\lower3pt\hbox{$\scriptscriptstyle\frown$}}\over
\theta } \, = \arg \max (P\,(x|\theta _1 \,)\,,\,P\,(x|\theta _2 \,)\,)\\
\label{probscore}$$
where, $x$ represents the dense SIFT feature vectors of an image, $\theta _1$ and $\theta_2$ represents the AGMM-DBN-SVM models obtained using NTSC rule and the proposed method respectively.
The classification accuracy obtained for each class and the overall accuracy obtained for the AGMM-DBN-SVM model level combinations of the proposed image decolorization and the most commonly used NTSC rule is tabulated in Table \[modelcombination\]. The classification accuracy of all the classes obtained using NTSC rule are improved by the above defined model level combination which led to the significant improvement in the overall classification accuracy of the NTSC rule from 93.5% to 95.0% (Table \[modelcombination\]).
The overall classification accuracy of the AGMM-DBN-SVM system for NTSC rule is improved from 93.5% to 94.1% when the complimentary class information provided by the existing SVD image decolorization is combined with the NTSC rule. But, the improvement in the overall classification accuracy of the NTSC rule is greater (95% (Table\[modelcombination\])) when the complimentary class information provided by the proposed image decolorization method is combined with the NTSC rule. This is because of the improvement in the classification accuracy of all the classes due to the presence of complimentary class information captured by the proposed method of image decolorization. Thus, the effectiveness of the proposed method to perceptually improve the performance of the existing SVD image decolorization is also proved through the classification measures obtained for the model level combination system.
Summary and Conclusion
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In the present work, a perceptually improved image decolorization technique using C2G-SSIM and SVD is proposed. The proposed method is experimented on two standard color-to-grayscale image conversion datasets namely Cadik and COLOR250. The effectiveness of the proposed image decolorization method is compared against 8 benchmark techniques based on the image quality assessment metric for image decolorization called C2G-SSIM, success rate.
The experimental results analysis based on C2G-SSIM and success rate shows that the proposed color-to-grayscale image conversion algorithm performs better than all the existing benchmark techniques for image decolorization. Also, the role of incorporating significant chrominance information by the proposed image decolorization method for scene classification is confirmed by the improvement in the scene classification accuracy obtained for two different scene classification systems called AGMM-SVM and AGMM-DBN-SVM developed using dense scale invariant feature transform (SIFT) as features.
Also, a new method is devised to combine the models obtained using the proposed image decolorization method with the standard color-to-grayscale image conversion technique which improved the overall performance of the scene classification system. The overall scene classification accuracy obtained using the newly devised model level combination of the proposed image decolorization and the standard color-to-grayscale image conversion is better than the classification accuracy obtained using the standard image decolorization method independently.
The main contributions of the present work are as follows:
- Developed a new algorithm to improve the perceptual quality of the image decolorization.
- Significant improvement in the scene classification system using the dense SIFT features extracted from the grayscale images converted by the proposed image decolorization method as input to the AGMM-DBN-SVM classifier.
- The combination of the AGMM-DBN-SVM models of the proposed image decolorization technique with the most commonly used NTSC rule for image conversion improved the scene classification performance of the existing standard NTSC method for image decolorization.
As the future scope of the present work, the performance of scene classification by the proposed image decolorization method can be analyzed at feature level using the different existing benchmark feature extraction techniques for scene classification.
[^1]: This article must be cited as: Sowmya Viswanathan, Govind Divakaran, Kutti Padanyl Soman, “Significance of perceptually relevant image decolorization for scene classification,” J. Electron. Imaging 26(6), 063019 (2017), doi: 10.1117/1.JEI.26.6.063019.
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5:52pm: A team source told Rubin that the Mets are expected to non-tender Pelfrey after the season. Tommy John rehab usually takes 12 months, but the non-tender deadline is December 2nd this year.
MONDAY, 4:33pm: Assistant GM John Ricco confirmed to Adam Rubin of ESPNNewYork.com that Pelfrey will undergo Tommy John surgery tomorrow (Twitter link).
THURSDAY: Mets right-hander Mike Pelfrey is expected to miss the rest of the 2012 season to undergo and recover from Tommy John surgery. Manager Terry Collins told reporters that Pelfrey will likely have ligament replacement surgery, Andy Martino of the New York Daily News reports (Twitter links). Pelfrey himself says there's a 99% chance he'll have the operation, according to Martino.
This could represent the end of Pelfrey's Mets career. He'll earn $5.68MM in 2012 and the Mets would have to offer a similar salary to retain him for 2013. As Matt Swartz showed earlier today, injured players don't generally take pay cuts in arbitration, so the Mets might prefer to non-tender their 2005 first round selection instead. The 28-year-old had pitched well in three 2012 starts and owns a 4.36 ERA with 5.1 K/9 and 3.2 BB/9 in parts of seven MLB seasons. Scott Boras represents Pelfrey, who is under team control through 2013.
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President Donald Trump on Monday blasted House Democrats for holding impeachment hearings while he is at a NATO summit in London and claimed Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskiy had cleared him of wrongdoing in an interview published earlier in the day.
Speaking to reporters as he departed the White House for the summit, Trump said Democrats had "decided" to hold the upcoming hearings at "the exact time" he's in London. The president also said Zelenskiy "came out and said very strongly that President Trump did nothing wrong," adding, "that should end everything, but that will never end it."
Heading to Europe to represent our Country and fight hard for the American People while the Do Nothing Democrats purposely scheduled an Impeachment Hoax hearing on the same date as NATO. Not nice! pic.twitter.com/LCXYhoOWF6 — Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) December 2, 2019
Trump was referring to an interview that Time magazine and a handful of European publications published Monday in which Trump's Ukrainian counterpart said, "Look, I never talked to the president from the position of a quid pro quo."
"I don’t want us to look like beggars," Zelenskiy when asked about the $400 in military aid Trump held up while he pushed the Ukrainians to investigate the Bidens and Democrats. "But you have to understand. We’re at war. If you’re our strategic partner, then you can’t go blocking anything for us. I think that’s just about fairness. It’s not about a quid pro quo. It just goes without saying."
Zelenskiy also criticized Trump for calling Ukraine a "corrupt" country, which is part of the reason his administration said it withheld the aid. The administration ultimately released the money two days after Congress was made aware of a whistleblower complaint.
Trump's comments also came after Secretary of State Mike Pompeo similarly criticized the House Judiciary Committee for scheduling an impeachment hearing for Wednesday while Trump is overseas, calling it "very unfortunate."
On Sunday, the White house said it would not participate in those proceedings, although the administration left open the possibility it might take part in future hearings.
Asked Monday why he would not have an attorney take part in the hearing, Trump said, "because it's a hoax" and "all you have to do is look at the word of the Ukrainian president."
Speaking in Madrid on Monday at a United Nations event on climate change, House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, D-Calif., said she would follow a rule of congressional delegations abroad and not discuss impeachment.
"When we travel abroad, we don’t talk about the president in a negative way," Pelosi said. "We save that for home.
"But nonetheless, we’re here to talk positively about our agenda to save the planet for future generations. And we, and our Congress right now, are doing many more things other than reviewing the possibility of impeaching the president."
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Legendary TNT broadcaster Craig Sager got a special visit from Charles Barkley last week while undergoing treatment for Leukemia at the Anderson Cancer Center in Houston, TX. Sager, who usually has a full head of hair and a flashy suit on was noticeably thinner and without hair due to the treatment he is receiving.
Sager is currently undergoing his third bone marrow transplant, despite the fact that many patients only go through two due to the rigor of the treatment. However, the rigor of the treatment has not stopped Sager from doing everything he possibly can to defeat Leukemia. Last week, his wife got a bad cold and doctors worried that she would spread it to Sager and it would be detrimental to his treatment. Therefore, they instructed her to go home and Craig would have had to undergo his treatment alone.
Upon hearing about this, Charles Barkley flew out from his residence in Phoenix, Arizona to Houston to see Sager and keep him company. Barkley had just had a hip replacement and his doctor instructed him not to travel, but Barkley defied this order and went to see Sager anyways.
Barkley noted that he was amazed at the positive attitude Sager has despite the physical discomfort involved in the treatment. Sager says that his treatment should be over by early November and he will get right back to his notorious sideline reporting a couple weeks into the NBA regular season. Sager is very hopeful that this third bone marrow transplant will be what permanently rids him of cancer. Best of luck to Craig Sager and we hope to see him back on the court as soon as possible.
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Emerging mobile devices will provide access to video, audio and other content, and additional content-related information. As only one example, existing mobile information browsing devices that feature content browsing require a continuous two-way connection with the content host server by means of a two-way radio connection, such as by WiFi or the cellular public service telephone network. Such a system constrains real-time content browsing to the physical location of the wireless access point (WAP), or to the use of a cellular network that incurs usage tariffs. The instant invention makes content browsing possible without the need for constant proximity to a WAP, and without incurring cellular network tariffs, or other access costs. More generally, the invention provides a system and method that allows a content provider or service manager to provide different levels of service, as well as to provide for the most efficient utilization of the available communication channels.
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. Suppose -d*b + 583 = -1793. What is the tens digit of b?
1
Let n = -47 + 50. Suppose 0 = -5*t - 5*r + 455, 0 = -t - r + n*r + 76. Suppose -7*g + 2*g + 2*b = -191, 4*b + t = 2*g. What is the units digit of g?
7
Let k(r) = -3*r**2 - 7*r - 2. Let j be k(-2). Suppose -15 + j = 5*h, -4*h - 900 = -3*l. What is the hundreds digit of l?
2
Suppose -2*c + 3*c - 320 = a, 2*c = -2*a + 656. Suppose 42*q + c = 46*q. What is the tens digit of q?
8
Let v(b) = -17*b**3 + 15*b**2 + 32*b - 83. What is the ten thousands digit of v(-11)?
2
Suppose 0 = -42*z - 606 - 2838. Let u = 199 + -367. Let n = z - u. What is the tens digit of n?
8
Let l(r) = -7*r**3 - 17*r**2 + 60*r - 31. What is the tens digit of l(-10)?
6
Let n(a) = a**3 + 5*a**2 + 3*a + 6. Let h(q) = -2*q**3 - 13*q**2 - 10*q - 17. Let i(o) = 4*h(o) + 11*n(o). What is the units digit of i(5)?
3
Let q(w) = -13*w**2 - 5*w + 14. Let x be q(3). Let c = x - -349. Suppose -12*z + c + 657 = 0. What is the units digit of z?
4
Let c = -43 - -52. Suppose -d + 2*x = -101, -3*x + c - 18 = 0. What is the units digit of d?
5
Suppose 103240 = -26*z + 709846. What is the thousands digit of z?
3
Let s = -812 - -1250. Let g = 871 - s. Suppose -841 - g = -7*k. What is the units digit of k?
2
What is the hundreds digit of 363/(56 + -23) - 2*-7814?
6
Suppose 2*l + 452 + 108 = 0. Let s = l + 492. What is the units digit of s?
2
Let z = 49857 + 3346. What is the thousands digit of z?
3
Suppose -657 = -f + 4*b + 257, 0 = 4*f + 4*b - 3736. Suppose -9*x + f = x. What is the tens digit of (-5 + 6)/(3/x)?
3
Suppose -71771 - 90928 = -8*u + 66837. What is the ten thousands digit of u?
2
Suppose 30 = 5*l - 3*g, -4*l + 0 - 3 = 3*g. Let c(u) = -u**2 + 3*u - 6. Let i be c(l). What is the hundreds digit of 102 - ((-2)/(-5) + i/(-10))?
1
What is the tens digit of 2151 + 7/(-98)*0?
5
Let h(z) = -21953*z - 223. What is the units digit of h(-2)?
3
What is the thousands digit of (-1 + 9863)*(-65)/(-130)?
4
Let q(v) = v**3 + 23*v**2 - 26*v - 49. Suppose 0 = 13*u - 9*u + 96. Let f be q(u). What is the units digit of -10*(6/(-4) - f)?
5
Suppose -k = -2*k + 5*n + 20, 0 = -2*k + 2*n + 16. Suppose -8*q + 9*q - k*p - 1033 = 0, q + 4*p = 1006. What is the hundreds digit of q?
0
Let h(a) = 1. Let r(l) = -7*l**2 + 74*l - 16. Let z(k) = -3*h(k) - r(k). What is the tens digit of z(11)?
4
Suppose -26*m + 33418 = 10954. What is the hundreds digit of m?
8
Suppose -5*y - 5*o = -54791 - 31334, -2*y = o - 34448. What is the tens digit of y?
2
Let d = 441 + -438. Suppose 5*a = -d*t + 5007, 4*t - 5011 = -2*a - 3*a. What is the units digit of a?
9
Suppose 17*b - 48544 - 37877 = 79601. What is the thousands digit of b?
9
Let b = 2547 - -848. What is the thousands digit of b?
3
Let n be -16*19/((-38)/1380). Suppose 28*w = 4*w + n. What is the tens digit of w?
6
What is the hundreds digit of (2/6)/((-11 + -2)/(-339339))?
7
What is the ten thousands digit of (-7444060)/(-120) + -55 - (-1 + (-10)/(-12))?
6
Let v be ((-1)/3)/(((-3)/18)/1). Suppose -5*p + 72 = -v*w, -w - w = 4*p + 108. Let a = w + 101. What is the tens digit of a?
5
Suppose -3*m + a = -103, m = 4*a + 32 + 6. Suppose -c - m = -0*c. Let y = c + 38. What is the units digit of y?
4
Let h(b) be the first derivative of 2*b**3 - 13*b**2 - 4*b + 64. What is the hundreds digit of h(8)?
1
Suppose 47687 + 51573 = 7*h. What is the ten thousands digit of h?
1
Let n(m) = 94*m**2 + 97*m - 1427. What is the ten thousands digit of n(18)?
3
Let w(k) = -162*k**2 + 14*k - 13. Let n be w(3). Let b = 2606 + n. What is the units digit of b?
7
Let c = 65162 + -23220. What is the ten thousands digit of c?
4
Suppose 0 = -o + 4*o. Suppose 36 = -9*j + 13*j. Suppose z - 3*y - 86 = o, j = 4*y - 7. What is the units digit of z?
8
Let m be 10 + -13 + (-45)/1. Suppose -v + 10 = -3*w, -3*v = -v - 3*w - 26. What is the tens digit of 1260/m*v/(-6)?
7
Let v = 446 + -444. Suppose k = -v*p - p + 328, -1312 = -4*k - 5*p. What is the tens digit of k?
2
Let z(x) = 2*x**2 + 7*x. Let u be z(-7). Let a = u + -22. Let o = a - 0. What is the units digit of o?
7
Suppose 2*x = 9*x - 70. Suppose 9*v = x*v - 10. Let t = 65 + v. What is the units digit of t?
5
Let d(q) = 0 - 2*q**2 - 4*q + 1 - 288*q**3 - 2. Let x be 6/(-4) + -3*3/(-18)*1. What is the units digit of d(x)?
9
Let l(i) = 2*i + 50. Let x be l(-25). Suppose 4*v - 3*v = -x*v. Suppose o - 27 = -v. What is the units digit of o?
7
Let o(y) = y**3 + 4*y**2 + y - 8. Suppose -32 = 8*w - 0*w. Let v be o(w). What is the tens digit of (v*4/(-16))/(6/112)?
5
Let k = 6436 + -2680. What is the thousands digit of k?
3
Let s(x) = -x + 3. Let c be s(3). Let j be ((-4)/(-10) - (-64)/40)*32. Suppose -2*h - j = -a - 0*h, c = -a - 4*h + 58. What is the units digit of a?
2
Let m(y) = 3087*y + 2882. What is the thousands digit of m(7)?
4
Let r = -12390 - -86481. What is the hundreds digit of r?
0
What is the hundreds digit of 336416/80 + (-3)/15?
2
Let r = 23625 + 656. What is the thousands digit of r?
4
What is the units digit of (27/81)/((-6)/(-147150))?
5
Let d = -18322 + 26990. What is the tens digit of d?
6
Let f(y) = -22*y - 166. Let a be f(-17). Suppose 211*v - a*v = 2295. What is the hundreds digit of v?
7
Suppose 229*v = 280*v - 203490. What is the tens digit of v?
9
Let i = -341 + 1966. What is the thousands digit of i?
1
Let j(u) = -u - 21. Let d be j(-26). Let q be d/(-15)*3*-178. Suppose -5*z - 247 = -4*g + 109, -2*g + q = -2*z. What is the units digit of g?
9
Suppose 0 = c + 154 + 59. Let a = -167 - c. What is the units digit of a?
6
Suppose 4959*x - 201960 = 4932*x. What is the tens digit of x?
8
Let r be ((-3)/3)/(4/(-4)). Let i(x) = -43*x**3 + 2*x - 1. Let o(c) = 42*c**3 - 2*c + 1. Let t(z) = -4*i(z) - 3*o(z). What is the tens digit of t(r)?
4
Suppose -10716 = -29*y - 2828. Let m = y - 105. What is the hundreds digit of m?
1
Let n = 39 - -18. Suppose -3*o = -n - 81. What is the tens digit of (-27 + 24)*o/(-6)?
2
Suppose -3*p - 5*j + 35 = 2*p, 4*p = 5*j - 8. Let t(w) = 168*w - 35. Let f be t(p). Let r = f + -320. What is the units digit of r?
9
Suppose 14*p - 7186 = 10706. Let n = p + -570. What is the tens digit of n?
0
Let d(s) = 276*s - 2687. What is the ten thousands digit of d(48)?
1
Let c(v) = -30*v - 1. Let l be c(-3). Let k be (-1*(-1)/(-2))/(10/(-1840)). Suppose 24 = k*f - l*f. What is the units digit of f?
8
Let m(o) be the third derivative of -o**4/6 - o**3/6 - 7*o**2. Let t be m(1). What is the tens digit of t*2*390/(-75)?
5
Let k(i) be the second derivative of i**4/12 - 3*i**3/2 + 7*i**2/2 + i. Suppose 3*d - 795 = -50*d. What is the tens digit of k(d)?
9
Let v(k) = 449*k**2 + 245*k - 1262. What is the tens digit of v(5)?
8
Suppose 0 = 4*o + 4*x - 81584, -40792 = -2*o + 42*x - 40*x. What is the units digit of o?
6
Let o(z) = 8*z**3 - 39*z**2 + 48*z + 78. What is the tens digit of o(16)?
3
Suppose -480093 = 21*y - 40*y - 188272. What is the thousands digit of y?
5
Suppose -5 = c + g - 11, 5*c = -3*g + 22. Suppose 0 = -c*i - 4*d + 818, -2*i - 3*d = 2*d - 814. What is the units digit of i?
7
Suppose -77*s + 199550 = -67*s. What is the thousands digit of s?
9
Let c(p) = -2*p + 6. Let l(b) = 113*b - 14. Let a(w) = 2*c(w) + l(w). Let o be (-1)/(-2) + (-2)/(-4). What is the tens digit of a(o)?
0
Let r(l) = -2*l**2 - 22*l - 25. Let n be r(-9). Let h be 2 + 1*-1 + 1. Suppose -b - 3*b = h*u - 10, 4*b + n = 5*u. What is the units digit of b?
1
Let i be (-18)/(3/(0 + 3 + -7)). Suppose -21 = i*u - 17*u. What is the tens digit of 3519/102 - u*(-1)/2?
3
Let h(k) = 2*k**2 - k - 2. Let j be h(-4). Suppose 5058 + 484 = j*o. What is the tens digit of o?
6
Let g(d) = 1202*d - 451. What is the units digit of g(7)?
3
Let m(o) = -3*o**2 - 2*o - 2. Let d be m(-2). Let s = 30 - d. Let v = s - -1. What is the units digit of v?
1
Let g be 5/((-45)/2) - 38/(-9). Suppose -3*v + 4*d = 126, -6*v + g*v = 3*d + 67. Let h = v - -86. What is the tens digit of h?
4
Let k = -104 - -362. Suppose 0 = -9*h + k + 210. What is the tens digit of h?
5
Let x(g) = 2*g**3 - 6*g**2 + 21*g - 100. Let r be x(10). Let v = 2124 - r. What is the units digit of v?
4
Suppose 71*o + 105778 = 3*n + 75*o, -n + 2*o + 35266 = 0. What is the tens digit of n?
6
Let p be 1 + 1 + (-6 - 16). Let q = p + 23. Suppose 5 = -q*m + 242. What is the tens
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using System;
using System.Collections.Generic;
using System.Linq;
using System.Threading.Tasks;
using Microsoft.AspNetCore.Mvc;
// For more information on enabling MVC for empty projects, visit https://go.microsoft.com/fwlink/?LinkID=397860
namespace ${Namespace}
{
public class ${EscapedIdentifier} : Controller
{
// GET: /<controller>/
public IActionResult Index()
{
return View();
}
}
}
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Jubilee International Church
Jubilee International Church was established in 1992 with just 7 members in Clapham, London SW4. They then purchased and modernised a former 1935 Baptist church building and moved in 2006 to the Chinbrook and the former Chinbrook Meadows areas of Grove Park. The church was part of the Assemblies of God in Great Britain, a leading Pentecostal denomination worldwide. The church had a number of branches in the UK and in several nations worldwide.
History of the building
When the Grove Park Estate was first built in the 1920s, Lewisham Council determined that it should also include a church. Mr Frederick E Pinkess who had been running a successful ‘mobile’ Sunday school in the community decided to apply for permission to get a church built. He could clearly see that the area had potential for a thriving parish. With the help of the Shaftesbury Society, which was affiliated to the Baptist Church, Mr Pinkess raised enough money to build a church which was completed in May 1935. It was a non-denominational place of worship called Grove Park Mission and served as a mercy ministry to the poor. In the 1930s and 1940s, the church had a very popular and effective outreach programme in the community especially amongst the children, which led to a thriving Sunday school. Outreaches included opening-air singing and playing hymns along the local residential streets while carrying around the heavy church organ for music. There were regular open air outreaches every Sunday afternoon and evening for many years.
In 1947, the work was connected with the Free Church movement which was of the Plymouth Brethren movement. Then from 1961, Pastor Gordon Thomson who was connected to Honor Oak Christian Fellowship became the long-term pastor of the congregation now called The Christian Fellowship. A local branch of Operation Mobilisation was also instrumental in helping with this work.
In 1987, Book Aid began to lease space in the building from The Christian Fellowship, and then in August 2005 the building was sold to Jubilee International Church who had migrated from the Clapham area. Pastor Thomson expressed the fact that they were thankful to see the church building in the hands of a new thriving congregation. He and his wife both died within a month of each other in 2007.
Opposition
The new church came into the media spotlight in the summer of 2006 following serious controversy with local residents in Grove Park and heated dialogues with the local council, London Borough of Lewisham regarding planning consent. Following a favourable decision by the council regarding planning usage, this issue eventually culminated in racist arson attacks against the church and continuing minor attacks and opposition for almost two years. The proverbial dust settled after about 18 months.
References
External links
JIC website
Assemblies of God in Great Britain
Anger at Council's U-turn on church. News Shopper. 20 June 2006
Church prayer answered. News Shopper. 18 July 2006
Church damaged in racist arson attack. This is Local London. 16 August 2006
Church damaged in racist arson attack. Wandsworth Guardian. 16 August 2006
Category:Churches in the London Borough of Lewisham
Category:Pentecostal churches in London
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#### https://github.com/warmspringwinds/pytorch-segmentation-detection/blob/master/pytorch_segmentation_detection/utils/flops_benchmark.py
import torch
# ---- Public functions
def add_flops_counting_methods(net_main_module):
"""Adds flops counting functions to an existing model. After that
the flops count should be activated and the model should be run on an input
image.
Example:
fcn = add_flops_counting_methods(fcn)
fcn = fcn.cuda().train()
fcn.start_flops_count()
_ = fcn(batch)
fcn.compute_average_flops_cost() / 1e9 / 2 # Result in GFLOPs per image in batch
Important: dividing by 2 only works for resnet models -- see below for the details
of flops computation.
Attention: we are counting multiply-add as two flops in this work, because in
most resnet models convolutions are bias-free (BN layers act as bias there)
and it makes sense to count muliply and add as separate flops therefore.
This is why in the above example we divide by 2 in order to be consistent with
most modern benchmarks. For example in "Spatially Adaptive Computatin Time for Residual
Networks" by Figurnov et al multiply-add was counted as two flops.
This module computes the average flops which is necessary for dynamic networks which
have different number of executed layers. For static networks it is enough to run the network
once and get statistics (above example).
Implementation:
The module works by adding batch_count to the main module which tracks the sum
of all batch sizes that were run through the network.
Also each convolutional layer of the network tracks the overall number of flops
performed.
The parameters are updated with the help of registered hook-functions which
are being called each time the respective layer is executed.
Parameters
----------
net_main_module : torch.nn.Module
Main module containing network
Returns
-------
net_main_module : torch.nn.Module
Updated main module with new methods/attributes that are used
to compute flops.
"""
# adding additional methods to the existing module object,
# this is done this way so that each function has access to self object
net_main_module.start_flops_count = start_flops_count.__get__(net_main_module)
net_main_module.stop_flops_count = stop_flops_count.__get__(net_main_module)
net_main_module.reset_flops_count = reset_flops_count.__get__(net_main_module)
net_main_module.compute_average_flops_cost = compute_average_flops_cost.__get__(net_main_module)
net_main_module.reset_flops_count()
# Adding varialbles necessary for masked flops computation
net_main_module.apply(add_flops_mask_variable_or_reset)
return net_main_module
def compute_average_flops_cost(self):
"""
A method that will be available after add_flops_counting_methods() is called
on a desired net object.
Returns current mean flops consumption per image.
"""
batches_count = self.__batch_counter__
flops_sum = 0
for module in self.modules():
if isinstance(module, torch.nn.Conv2d):
flops_sum += module.__flops__
return flops_sum / batches_count
def start_flops_count(self):
"""
A method that will be available after add_flops_counting_methods() is called
on a desired net object.
Activates the computation of mean flops consumption per image.
Call it before you run the network.
"""
add_batch_counter_hook_function(self)
self.apply(add_flops_counter_hook_function)
def stop_flops_count(self):
"""
A method that will be available after add_flops_counting_methods() is called
on a desired net object.
Stops computing the mean flops consumption per image.
Call whenever you want to pause the computation.
"""
remove_batch_counter_hook_function(self)
self.apply(remove_flops_counter_hook_function)
def reset_flops_count(self):
"""
A method that will be available after add_flops_counting_methods() is called
on a desired net object.
Resets statistics computed so far.
"""
add_batch_counter_variables_or_reset(self)
self.apply(add_flops_counter_variable_or_reset)
def add_flops_mask(module, mask):
def add_flops_mask_func(module):
if isinstance(module, torch.nn.Conv2d):
module.__mask__ = mask
module.apply(add_flops_mask_func)
def remove_flops_mask(module):
module.apply(add_flops_mask_variable_or_reset)
# ---- Internal functions
def conv_flops_counter_hook(conv_module, input, output):
# Can have multiple inputs, getting the first one
input = input[0]
batch_size = input.shape[0]
output_height, output_width = output.shape[2:]
kernel_height, kernel_width = conv_module.kernel_size
in_channels = conv_module.in_channels
out_channels = conv_module.out_channels
groups = conv_module.groups
# We count multiply-add as 2 flops
conv_per_position_flops = 2 * kernel_height * kernel_width * in_channels * out_channels / groups
active_elements_count = batch_size * output_height * output_width
if conv_module.__mask__ is not None:
# (b, 1, h, w)
flops_mask = conv_module.__mask__.expand(batch_size, 1, output_height, output_width)
active_elements_count = flops_mask.sum()
overall_conv_flops = conv_per_position_flops * active_elements_count
bias_flops = 0
if conv_module.bias is not None:
bias_flops = out_channels * active_elements_count
overall_flops = overall_conv_flops + bias_flops
conv_module.__flops__ += overall_flops
def batch_counter_hook(module, input, output):
# Can have multiple inputs, getting the first one
input = input[0]
batch_size = input.shape[0]
module.__batch_counter__ += batch_size
def add_batch_counter_variables_or_reset(module):
module.__batch_counter__ = 0
def add_batch_counter_hook_function(module):
if hasattr(module, '__batch_counter_handle__'):
return
handle = module.register_forward_hook(batch_counter_hook)
module.__batch_counter_handle__ = handle
def remove_batch_counter_hook_function(module):
if hasattr(module, '__batch_counter_handle__'):
module.__batch_counter_handle__.remove()
del module.__batch_counter_handle__
def add_flops_counter_variable_or_reset(module):
if isinstance(module, torch.nn.Conv2d):
module.__flops__ = 0
def add_flops_counter_hook_function(module):
if isinstance(module, torch.nn.Conv2d):
if hasattr(module, '__flops_handle__'):
return
handle = module.register_forward_hook(conv_flops_counter_hook)
module.__flops_handle__ = handle
def remove_flops_counter_hook_function(module):
if isinstance(module, torch.nn.Conv2d):
if hasattr(module, '__flops_handle__'):
module.__flops_handle__.remove()
del module.__flops_handle__
# --- Masked flops counting
# Also being run in the initialization
def add_flops_mask_variable_or_reset(module):
if isinstance(module, torch.nn.Conv2d):
module.__mask__ = None
def count_flops(model, batch_size, device, dtype, input_size, in_channels, *params):
net = model(*params, input_size=input_size)
# print(net)
net = add_flops_counting_methods(net)
net.to(device=device, dtype=dtype)
net = net.train()
batch = torch.randn(batch_size, in_channels, input_size, input_size).to(device=device, dtype=dtype)
net.start_flops_count()
_ = net(batch)
return net.compute_average_flops_cost() / 2 # Result in FLOPs
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Synthesis and Preclinical Evaluation of 11C-UCB-J as a PET Tracer for Imaging the Synaptic Vesicle Glycoprotein 2A in the Brain.
The synaptic vesicle glycoprotein 2A (SV2A) is found in secretory vesicles in neurons and endocrine cells. PET with a selective SV2A radiotracer will allow characterization of drugs that modulate SV2A (e.g., antiepileptic drugs) and potentially could be a biomarker of synaptic density (e.g., in neurodegenerative disorders). Here we describe the synthesis and characterization of the SV2A PET radiotracer (11)C-UCB-J ((R)-1-((3-((11)C-methyl-(11)C)pyridin-4-yl)methyl)-4-(3,4,5-trifluorophenyl)pyrrolidin-2-one) in nonhuman primates, including whole-body biodistribution. (11)C-UCB-J was prepared by C-(11)C-methylation of the 3-pyridyl trifluoroborate precursor with (11)C-methyl iodide via the Suzuki-Miyaura cross-coupling method. Rhesus macaques underwent multiple scans including coinjection with unlabeled UCB-J (17, 50, and 150 μg/kg) or preblocking with the antiepileptic drug levetiracetam at 10 and 30 mg/kg. Scans were acquired for 2 h with arterial sampling and metabolite analysis to measure the input function. Regional volume of distribution (VT) was estimated using the 1-tissue-compartment model. Target occupancy was assessed using the occupancy plot; the dissociation constant (Kd) was determined by fitting self-blocking occupancies to a 1-site model, and the maximum number of receptor binding sites (Bmax) values were derived from baseline VT and from the estimated Kd and the nondisplaceable distribution volume (VND). (11)C-UCB-J was synthesized with greater than 98% purity. (11)C-UCB-J exhibited high free fraction (0.46 ± 0.02) and metabolized at a moderate rate (39% ± 5% and 24% ± 3% parent remaining at 30 and 90 min) in plasma. In the monkey brain, (11)C-UCB-J displayed high uptake and fast kinetics. VT was high (∼25-55 mL/cm(3)) in all gray matter regions, consistent with the ubiquitous expression of SV2A. Preblocking with 10 and 30 mg/kg of levetiracetam resulted in approximately 60% and 90% occupancy, respectively. Analysis of the self-blocking scans yielded a Kd estimate of 3.4 nM and Bmax of 125-350 nM, in good agreement with the in vitro inhibition constant (Ki) of 6.3 nM and regional Bmax in humans. Whole-body biodistribution revealed that the liver and the brain are the dose-limiting organs for males and females, respectively. (11)C-UCB-J exhibited excellent characteristics as an SV2A PET radiotracer in nonhuman primates. The radiotracer is currently undergoing first-in-human evaluation.
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As Bloomberg Businessweek reports , every morning for almost 40 years, Jacqueline Fox sprinkled baby powder into her panties before she put them on. “I was raised up on it,” she later explained in a deposition. “They was to help you stay fresh and clean. … We ladies have to take care of ourselves.” Only after being diagnosed with advanced ovarian cancer in 2013, did she learn talcum powder could be a possible carcinogen .
Fox joined more than 1,000 women suing Johnson & Johnson and Imerys, the talc supplier, for failing to put warnings on talcum-based products despite knowing of potential cancer risks since 1979. According to Bloomberg Businessweek, an internal company memo years ago acknowledged potential cancer links, but it simultaneously recommended more aggressive marketing to African American women. Months after her death in October, Fox—who was African-American—became the first plaintiff to be awarded damages; the jury ordered Johnson & Johnson to pay her family $72 million . Her son wept openly at the verdict.
Like pressing our hair and lotioning our legs, douching and deodorizing vaginas is something black women teach our daughters and sister-friends teach our friends. It’s part of black women’s culture of self-care, one of many ways we love and nurture bodies nobody else seems ready to pamper. When we decide to do something with our bodies, well, we do it. Black women spend about four times as much as white women on hair, and twice as many black women douche and deodorize compared with our white counterparts, according to research by Francesca Branch, Tracey J. Woodruff, Susanna D. Mitro and Ami R. Zota. The researchers found that like baby powder, over-the-counter douches and vaginal deodorizers contain ingredients—namely, phthalates—linked to cancer, among other health risks not listed on labels.
Why do black women work so hard to keep our vaginas from smelling like we ever bleed, orgasm, sweat or eat catfish? In her insightful article “ An Odor of Racism: Vaginal Deodorants in African-American Beauty Culture and Advertising ,” Michelle Ferranti writes : “For many recently emancipated African Americans, a clean and odor-free body signified personal progress and enterprise, and the hope for racial assimilation.” The first documented reference to douching comes in an 1803 medical manual for the treatment of West Indian slaves, which lists excessive vaginal discharge as a common complaint and prescribes twice-daily douching.
The need to alter enslaved women’s vaginal odor and discharge adds a misogynist twist to pernicious stereotypes of blacks’ “ strong and very disagreeable odor ,” to quote Thomas Jefferson. If racism posits that blacks reek, and misogyny teaches us that vaginas are rank, how difficult does it become for black women to love the scent of our healthy vaginas?
Johnson & Johnson and other companies are ready to profit from these myths of the excessive black vagina. They’re willing to capitalize on our internalized misogynoir even if we die in the process. For decades, companies, including Johnson & Johnson, continued marketing to encourage black women to spend money on talcum power, which could cause cancer in our reproductive organs even as they promise to “freshen” them. Because buyers were women, they were the advertisers’ targets; because they were women, they were vulnerable to side effects the companies never exposed.
Last week in my black feminisms course, we discussed the importance of cunnicentrism in black women’s art. Yes, cunnicentrism : aesthetic appreciation for colors (pink, purple), shapes (circles, triangles), and textures (wet, viscous) associated with the vulva and vagina. And, as I added in my lecture, while we can’t see them in visual art, we shouldn’t forget taste and smell. We should all learn to take care of our vaginas every day, and, no, vaginas don’t smell like flowers or baby powder. They smell like a human body, and part of claiming our full humanity is being able to be proud of every aspect of them.
As Fox said: “we ladies need to take care of ourselves.” In light of these recent lawsuits, we need to rethink what "taking care of ourselves" means. For black women, cunnicentrism not only stands to celebrate our bodies; It can save our lives.
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Bloomberg Businessweek reported that Johnson & Johnson says it will appeal the lawsuit verdict. The publication also reported that, in an e-mail response, a spokeswoman for Johnson & Johnson Consumer said “the overwhelming body of scientific research and clinical evidence supports the safety of cosmetic talc.”
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Or so says a recent tabloid report! And we know how reliable THOSE can be, LOLzz!
According to sources, now that Robert is DONE filming The Rover all he wants to do is whisk KStew away to some remote location to get married in a super-secret ceremony, just him, Kristen and the priest!
One insider claims:
"Rob has always had this romantic notion of making a baby. And he’s not even talking weddings on the beach, or in a castle, in some far off country. For Rob, eloping means slipping away to someplace in the backwoods, finding a priest, and coming back married.
If he feel for someone else he knows he’d always be thinking about Kristen. What she was doing, who she was with. The truth is, he needs to be with her and she clearly feels the same about him."
Well, this definitely runs contrary to recent rumors that R-Patz wants to STAY down undah — and away from Kirsten — for a good long while!
And honestly, we doubt that after months apart either party will want to rush in to SUCH an intense commitment as marriage and KIDZ.
We know marriage isn't as eternal as vampire love, but it's still (technically) supposed to be a life long thing!
How about working on being together in the same country first? Yeah? Cool.
perez u have been postin crap as a crazy person since last year, in one they broke up then they are gettin married then again breaking up, but you dont post the pictures or anything true like last night images of them together … u are a bully and a liying bitch
Priest? If he gets married in the Catholic church, he better be 1000% committed. Because if they split and he wants to get married in the church again, it is very hard. He would basically have to get an annulment, and grounds for those are limited, at least from what I have read. I am not Catholic, so will let folks who know more about the church comment .
Perez can't face the truth that Rob's back & with Kristen so we get a silly story. How about All those hate sites with all their lying sources. I guess it's okay to get revenue off Kristen cause she cheated. Lying and slander is okay to all these self righteous hypocrites.
And in a new interview published on Thursday, the college student admitted that she received a ton of hateful messages -- including death and rape threats -- following the crybaby candidate's digital tantrum.
The now-19-year-old explained to The Washington Post that she couldn't have anticipated the kind of backlash she received, saying:
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Mvc4 - deployed application works fine on chrome but blank page on IE 9?
I deployed my intranet mvc4 application on the web server. It works fine on google chrome, but on IE9the app appears for a second and then all i see is a blank page. However, if iuse 'F12 tools', I can see that all the data are there. I've used MVC4, Jquery UI, Bootstrap from Twitter in my app. Any help would be greatly appreciated ? Thanks
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For some completely unknown reason (to me..) Microsoft has decided that IE7 is the de-facto standard for Intranet sites.
IE8, IE9 and IE10 all fall back to compatibility mode (IE7 mode) when it detects/thinks a site is on an intranet.
You can fix this by telling your website (the server) to tell your browser which mode to use. Do this by adding the following to the section of your _layout.cshtml:
<meta http-equiv="X-UA-Compatible" content="IE=9">
or
<meta http-equiv="X-UA-Compatible" content="IE=Edge">
IE=9 / IE=8 force a specific version, IE=Edge forces the latest IE (ie the version of the browser you have). In my case I've used IE9 as I've developed against IE9 and tested against IE9, any minor changes in IE10 won't break the site as IE10 will open in IE9 mode.
Edit: There's a lot more info here: stackoverflow/6771258
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Trying to run Specflow tests but error returned - Unit Test Provider already specified
I've been looking at similar questions on different websites in the hope I could find an answer for it but I've not come across something which has worked for me.
I have a Visual Studio 2019 solution (.Net Framework) which contains Specflow related tests. I can see all my tests in the Test Explorer but when I try to run any of them, I am returned with the error 'Unit test provider already specified'. My test runner was initially Specflow.SpecRun but I have since removed all references to this and am now using Specflow.MsTest - this is to allow me to associate my test cases to one in Azure DevOps. Only after making this change, I am getting these errors.
I have searched across my solution and there are no longer any references to SpecRun; there are no build errors either. The 'Enable SpecflowSingleFileGenerator' setting is set to False, I do have an app.config file but do not have a specflow.json file - I read that that is only needed for .NET Core projects.
Has anyone else come across the above or have any ideas to resolving it as I am a bit stuck.
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I was having this problem when I moved from nUnit to MsTest. I want to add few more steps to comments mentioned
Check your feature.cs files and make sure it has onlyMicrosoft.VisualStudio.TestTools.UnitTesting attributes and not nUnit or specrun
Check whether you are using any local.testsettings file in visual studio
Remove nUnit from tools and extensions if you are not using it.
Restart VS, clear temp folder, clean and rebuild
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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post380672264566405678..comments2016-03-09T11:32:05.283-05:00Comments on GROGNARDIA: Pulp Fantasy Library: The Shadow PeopleJames Maliszewskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00341941102398271464noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-54861776010079508842009-09-01T18:14:52.675-04:002009-09-01T18:14:52.675-04:00Matthew,
There was Epic of Aerth for Mythus, but ...Matthew,<br /><br />There was <i>Epic of Aerth</i> for <i>Mythus</i>, but it's hard to find and expensive to boot. I don't know the supplements for LJ nearly as well and I'm relying on things Gary said to me and online for an understanding of its treatment of fairy creatures. Supposedly, the whole LJ line will be carried by Mongoose, but I haven't seen any word on that front in many months.James Maliszewskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00341941102398271464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-34278873237121999972009-08-31T15:27:24.409-04:002009-08-31T15:27:24.409-04:00He had a great love for creepy fairy realms, somet...<i>He had a great love for creepy fairy realms, something that reached its fullest flower in his post-D&D games, Mythus and Lejendary Adventure.</i><br /><br />Since I share the same love, what in particular should I look for in these things? I' must admit I rather steered clear of them.Matthew Slepinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04056247825064943944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-43767002409043364682009-08-31T12:45:50.320-04:002009-08-31T12:45:50.320-04:00A worthy project would be to produce an annotated ...<i>A worthy project would be to produce an annotated Appendix N (or even an expanded Appendix N to include CAS and others not listed, and to include the version from TD#4 [IIRC]), to suss out and catalog all of these various influences from the fictions into the game.<br /><br />Anyone know if something like that has been done yet?</i><br /><br />Kellri has done this, or at least made a start of it, with his "Old School Reading List 2008" pdf.T. Fosterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01889179660165006042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-60957035760909140592009-08-31T12:18:26.924-04:002009-08-31T12:18:26.924-04:00How could I have mistaken Norton for a man? The sh...How could I have mistaken Norton for a man? The shame ...James Maliszewskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00341941102398271464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-24484468835573554972009-08-31T12:17:50.835-04:002009-08-31T12:17:50.835-04:00I ask because in the early 21st century it's n...<i>I ask because in the early 21st century it's no longer necessary to endure mid-20C pulp trash (Gygax included) to get your fix of dark mythic faerie worlds.</i><br /><br>Try rephrasing your questions in a more polite fashion and I might consider answering them.James Maliszewskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00341941102398271464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-35628752621808592332009-08-31T12:13:45.777-04:002009-08-31T12:13:45.777-04:00Wally:
"...in the early 21st century it's...Wally:<br />"...in the early 21st century it's no longer necessary to endure mid-20C pulp trash (Gygax included)..."<br /><br />Stop ruining our fun.S'monhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01173759805310975320noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-37580937400488849482009-08-31T11:55:01.654-04:002009-08-31T11:55:01.654-04:00What's your take on Changeling: The Lost? Have...What's your take on <em>Changeling: The Lost</em>? Have you seen the 4e <em>Manual of the Planes</em>, with its lengthy Celtic-myth-flavoured treatment of the 4e eladrin, aka high elves (which incorporate plenty of drow flavour)? For that matter, have you read <em>Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell</em> (Clarke) or <em>Faerie Tale</em> (Feist)? I ask because in the early 21st century it's no longer necessary to endure mid-20C pulp trash (Gygax included) to get your fix of dark mythic faerie worlds.Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12215651059418273961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-84900248366935433442009-08-31T11:12:52.464-04:002009-08-31T11:12:52.464-04:00Thanks for that tidbit about the Dunsany pastiche,...Thanks for that tidbit about the Dunsany pastiche, Trent! <br /><br />A worthy project would be to produce an annotated Appendix N (or even an expanded Appendix N to include CAS and others not listed, and to include the version from TD#4 [IIRC]), to suss out and catalog all of these various influences from the fictions into the game. <br /><br />Anyone know if something like that has been done yet?<br /><br />Allan.grodoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11800184312511280050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-60272388393916619252009-08-31T10:17:38.091-04:002009-08-31T10:17:38.091-04:00I was just going to chime in with Andre Norton, to...I was just going to chime in with Andre Norton, too.Chris Tichenorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866673632888599928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-6526442587423202362009-08-31T06:36:10.916-04:002009-08-31T06:36:10.916-04:00Andre Norton is a woman, so there are three female...Andre Norton is a woman, so there are three female authors in Appendix N.<br /><br />I always thought C. L. Moore was in Appendix N too, but she isn't. She ought to be! And some people might think Marion Zimmer Bradley should be there as well.Akiyamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01002160797943960637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-66523196450866173082009-08-31T02:13:59.458-04:002009-08-31T02:13:59.458-04:00Funny, I was just talking about this book a couple...Funny, I was just talking about this book a couple days ago in a thread at K&K Alehouse about rations in D&D. I agree with pretty much everything in this review, with the caveat that the plot takes a significant left-turn about halfway through that might not be to everyone's tastes.<br /><br />Also, another fun D&D-related trivia tidbit about Margaret St. Clair: under the pseudonym Idris Seabright she wrote a Dunsany-pastiche story called "The Man Who Sold Rope to the Gnoles" that Gygax credited as the direction inspiration for D&D gnolls (as opposed to the more commonly assumed "How Nuth Would Have Practised His Art Upon the Gnoles," by Dunsany himself).T. Fosterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01889179660165006042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7487871339000666216.post-59954879806237433502009-08-31T00:56:28.679-04:002009-08-31T00:56:28.679-04:00James,
--Thank you. I'll have to track down a...James,<br />--Thank you. I'll have to track down a copy.Timeshadowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09952601433965644275noreply@blogger.com
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The Nasal Complex of a Semiaquatic Artiodactyl, the Moose (Alces alces): Is it a Good Evolutionary Model for the Ancestors of Cetaceans?
Among Cetartiodactyla, cetaceans are the only obligate aquatic dwellers. Given morphological similarities between cetacean relatives such as Indohyus (the best represented Eocene raoellid artiodactyl) with other, later artiodactyls, any crown artiodactyl that engages in aquatic behaviors is of interest as an evolutionary model for the adaptations that accompanied the origins of cetaceans. The American moose (Alces alces) is the only non-cetacean artiodactyl to engage in aquatic foraging and, other than Hippopotamus, is distinctive in its diving behaviors. This study surveyed the soft and hard tissue nasal morphology of Alces alces to assess phylogenetic polarity and the presence of adaptations for diving and feeding in fresh water habitats. A fresh dissection of the facial musculature and nasal cavity was performed on one subadult male individual and osteological analyses were also performed on dry crania. This species was analyzed alongside fossil crania of Cervalces (its presumed ancestor), other cervids (e.g., Odocoileus virginianus, the white tail deer; Dama dama, the fallow deer), a bovid (Bos taurus, domestic cattle), and a carnivoran (Ursus americanus, the American black bear). A fresh dissection of the facial musculature and nasal anatomy of one fallow deer specimen was also performed for comparison with the moose. Results indicate that Alces alces exhibited a primitive configuration of maxillolabial muscles and, like Dama, exhibited a series of subcutaneous fibrous tissues connecting these muscles to skin. Alces and Dama, however, both exhibited autapomorphies in the soft tissue anatomy of the external nares. The former possessed a series of muscles that act to constrict the anterior nares, likely during diving. Extremely large fibrofatty pads that were perforated by muscle tendon supported their alar fold. Internally, a double-scrolled maxilloturbinal occupied nearly the entire volume of the anterior nasal cavity and protruded beyond the rim of the piriform aperture in dry crania. Dama had long, thin muscles taking origin on their nasal conchae and inserting onto the alar fold. Yet, despite these anterior nasal autapomorphies, the ethmoturbinal patterns of all observed cervids and the one bovid all appeared primitive with a posteroinferiorly oriented array of ethmoturbinals in close contact with a relatively straight cribriform plate, a macrosmatic condition. These differed from the curved cribriform plate of Ursus whose posterior nasal anatomy appeared hyper-macrosmatic. Indohyus exhibits no skeletal sign of a fleshy proboscis such as an enlarged piriform aperture or shortened nasal bones. Thus, there is little evidence that the early ancestors of cetaceans engaged in prolonged bouts of diving for aquatic foods but more probably were surface swimmers traveling between terrestrial food sources or fleeing predators. Anat Rec, 2018. © 2018 Wiley Periodicals, Inc. Anat Rec, 302:667-692, 2019. © 2018 Wiley Periodicals, Inc.
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load a different view controller or tableview depending on previous button pressed
I am very new to swift coding. That being said, I'm looking to transition from a "home page" to a tableview or new view controller once a menu item has been selected. I am just curious how I would go about using one view controller/tableview but loading the contents from an inherited file based on the selection made previous.
Example:
HOME - Chores at home
- Chores at work
- Chores at school
A selection of chores at home is selected, then only one segue that is prepared loads the only view controller downstream in Xcode, but loads the content differently then if they had selected chores at work. Hope that makes sense and thank you very much in advance. If I am not mistaken, this would be considered subclasses a UIViewcontroller or UItableview???
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You may Only needs to see UITableView Docs, you can set different datasource depends on your selection
This is Apple link for docs
https://developer.apple.com/library/ios/documentation/UIKit/Reference/UITableView_Class/
And here is simple tutorial to follow
http://www.codingexplorer.com/getting-started-uitableview-swift/
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Bank of America, N.A. v. Caulkett and Bank of America, N.A. v. Toledo-Cardona, are consolidated cases currently before the United States Supreme Court. In both Caulkett andToledo-Cardona, the Supreme Court is being asked to reverse decisions of the United States Court of Appeals for the Eleventh Circuit, which affirmed decisions of the lower courts allowing the individual chapter 7 debtors to “strip off” the junior liens on their homes when their respective first priority mortgages were underwater.
In its brief, Bank of America invoked the Supreme Court decision in Dewsnup v. Timm, which held that section 506(d) of the Bankruptcy Code did not allow the debtor to “strip down” the creditor’s lien because the claim was fully allowed under section 502. AlthoughDewsnup involved a mortgage that was only partially underwater and did not involve the strip-off of a junior lien, Bank of America argued that the Dewsnup principle (which it asserts should no longer be revisited because Dewsnup was correctly decided) applied “with equal force to any lien – whether it is junior or senior or partially or wholly underwater.”
The cases have generated interest among trade associations in the financial industry, thus spurring the filing of briefs by amici curiae urging the reversal of the Eleventh Circuit decision. Affirmance of the decision, the amici argue, could ripple through the commercial loan market, impact the holders of junior liens, and dampen their appetite to lend on a junior basis. In particular, the amici point to the “destabilizing effects of an adverse decision in these cases on the $40 billion-dollar market for commercial loans secured by inferior liens.” Although the amici acknowledge that a chapter 11 debtor could limit a secured creditor’s recovery to the value of its collateral, they argue, citing RadLAX, that “Chapter 11 sanctions such a limitation only in the context of the highly structured process for plan confirmation, which provides numerous substantive and procedural protections for the lender.” (You can read more about the Supreme Court decision in RadLAXhere.) The amici assert that permitting a debtor automatically to strip liens under section 506(d), however, would deprive the junior lienholder of “the market tests [the Supreme Court] has found so central to the Chapter 11 process.” Likewise, the amici invoke Dewsnup and argue, among other things, that because junior liens are property rights, stripping them off would amount to a taking without due process of law, thus implicating constitutional concerns.
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Well, I gave a shoutout to the people at Kitts Industrial Tools in Farmington Hills, MI; specifically James, Dave and Amy, since they have given me reject merchandise for me to dismantle and fabricate into other uses. I have also completed the transition to negative ground bicycles since I figured that it'd make more sense to just reduce the length of insulated wires throughout the system.
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abstract: 'We present a new chemodynamical code based on the adaptive mesh refinement code <span style="font-variant:small-caps;">ramses</span>. The new code uses Eulerian hydrodynamics and N-body dynamics in a cosmological framework to trace the production and advection of several chemical species. It is the first such code to follow the self-consistent evolution of chemical elements in cosmological volumes while maintaining sub-kiloparsec resolution. The code will be used to simulate disk galaxies and explore the influence of chemical evolution models and star formation on galactic abundance ratios.'
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- 'C. Gareth Few,$^1$ Stéphanie Courty,$^2$ and Brad K. Gibson,$^1$'
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title: 'RAMSES-CH: A New Chemodynamics Code'
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There are numerous cosmological codes on the market but studies of chemical evolution (CE) are limited to smoothed particle hydrodynamics with a dearth of Eulerian implementations that include a detailed chemical evolution model. With the aim of providing a complementary approach to existing CE codes we present a fully cosmological, CE code with an adaptive mesh refinement hydrodynamics scheme that traces the formation and subsequent evolution of H, He, C, N, O, Ne, Mg, Si and Fe. The model presented here uses a @kroupa93 initial mass fraction (IMF) and a SNIa delayed time distribution inspired by @kawata03. Stellar lifetimes are taken from @kodama97, SNIa yields from @iwamoto99, SNII yields from @ww95 and AGB stellar wind yields from @vdhoek97.
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Our code is applied to cosmological simulations of disk galaxies achieving a resolution of 436 pc. The galaxy presented is a field spiral galaxy of total mass 6.8$\times$10$^{11}$M$_\odot$. This galaxy will be used as a fiducial model for a series of test runs using different IMFs and SNIa models to ascertain the influence that each of these ingredients has on the abundance ratios, metallicity gradients, morphology and kinematics of the galaxy. A degree of success is achieved in fitting observations of the Milky Way disk (however we stress that this galaxy is by no means a Milky Way clone) but most parameter combinations are too $\alpha$-rich at the high metallicity end of the distribution. It is believed that this can be traced to the relatively low SNIa rate and future runs will explore this in more detail.
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We present the first of what will become a suite of Eulerian cosmological disk galaxy simulations with CE and sub-kpc resolution. The first simulations show a good agreement of the SN rates with observations and an improved rotation curve with respect to their counterparts created with the standard feedback mechanism. A great deal of variation in abundance ratios is seen under changes in initial mass function slope, upper mass limit and SNIa delayed time distribution. Future work will explore a full range in parameter space to constrain the CE of disk galaxies.
We thank Romain Teyssier, Daisuke Kawata and Francesco Calura for significant contributions to this work.
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Integrated portable genetic analysis microsystem for pathogen/infectious disease detection.
An integrated portable genetic analysis microsystem including PCR amplification and capillary electrophoretic (CE) analysis coupled with a compact instrument for electrical control and laser-excited fluorescence detection has been developed. The microdevice contains microfabricated heaters, temperature sensors, and membrane valves to provide controlled sample positioning and immobilization in 200-nL PCR chambers. The instrument incorporates a solid-state laser and confocal fluorescence detection optics, electronics for sensing and powering the PCR reactor, and high-voltage power supplies for conducting CE separations. The fluorescein-labeled PCR products are amplified and electrophoretically analyzed in a gel-filled microchannel in <10 min. We demonstrate the utility of this instrument by performing pathogen detection and genotyping directly from whole Escherichia coli and Staphylococcus aureus cells. The E. coli detection assay consists of a triplex PCR amplification targeting genes that encode 16S ribosomal RNA, the fliC flagellar antigen, and the sltI shigatoxin. Serial dilution demonstrates a limit of detection of 2-3 bacterial cells. The S. aureus assay uses a femA marker to identify cells as S. aureus and a mecA marker to probe for methicillin resistance. This integrated portable genomic analysis microsystem demonstrates the feasibility of performing rapid high-quality detection of pathogens and their antimicrobial drug resistance.
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Dusty Ellis
Sherri Lou "Dusty" Ellis (October 13, 1953 – November 2, 2012) was an American woman known for her involvement in the Kerr-McGee plutonium plant criminal case of the 1970s when she and her roommate Karen Silkwood became activists and nuclear whistleblowers after both of their bodies tested positive for plutonium contamination. Their fight for safer working conditions was chronicled in the 1983 film Silkwood, in which Ellis was portrayed by Cher, who was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress for her performance as Ellis. After Karen Silkwood's death in 1974, Ellis continued to protest and was involved in a series of legal battles against Kerr-McGee and the state of Oklahoma.
Personal life
She was born Sherri Lou Ellis in Guthrie, Oklahoma, the daughter of LouAnn (née Harman 19342007) and Benjamin Ellis (19291987). Her mother was a champion dog breeder and her father was a professional bull rider. She had a sister, Linda, and a brother, Brett. She got the nickname Dusty from competing in rodeo competitions as a barrel racer, where she won many prizes. Her whole family was involved in the rodeo, and her family owned farm land in Oklahoma near the Kerr-McGee plant. Ellis identified as a lesbian. She graduated from Guthrie High School in 1971.
Ellis began working at the Kerr-McGee plant in Crescent, Oklahoma as a laboratory analyst when she was 21. She lived with Karen Silkwood in an apartment in Edmond, Oklahoma for around six months prior to Silkwood's death, along with Silkwood's boyfriend Drew Stephens. On November 10, 1974, Silkwood, Ellis, and Stephens were flown to Los Alamos, New Mexico for two days of intense testing. Silkwood's testing revealed that her body was contaminated much worse than Ellis' and Stephens'. The last time she saw Karen Silkwood was at work on the day of November 13, 1974, hours before Silkwood died in a car accident.
In 1975, Ellis climbed the exterior wall of the Kerr-McGee plant with a shotgun. She was arrested and given one year of probation after pleading guilty to forcible entry.
Initially, Ellis was not worried about being contaminated with plutonium, even after Silkwood began her investigations. Only once Ellis tested positive for plutonium within her own body did she begin worrying about her own health and joined Silkwood as an activist against Kerr-McGee. The plant offered her money in exchange for any complaints she might have against them, but she refused payment. She also claimed that someone had tried to break into her apartment twice and failed. In the years following the death of Karen Silkwood, Ellis was known for not cooperating with authorities, declining interviews, and refusing to testify in court proceedings.
In 1980, Ellis made national news after being reported as a missing person and was feared to have been murdered, because she was writing a tell-all book about her experiences of working in the Kerr-McGee plant. She was found days later in New York City, and told reporters she was meeting with publishers. The book was never published.
In 1982, Ellis walked into a nursing home in Santa Fe, New Mexico with a shotgun and took 170 people hostage. She was ambushed by a worker at the home and arrested. She told police she was protesting against the nursing home after learning a resident there was being treated poorly and being denied food. In 1985, Ellis protested against New York City mayor Ed Koch after the water in New York City was contaminated with higher than usual levels of plutonium.
In 1995 Ellis was charged for domestic abuse by her girlfriend Viola le Marr. The case was dismissed. In 2002, she was charged with vandalizing and trespassing at a local church and was shot by police after aiming her gun at an officer. In 2009, she was involved in a car accident and charged with auto negligence. In 2010, Ellis was caught stealing from a local grocery store and assaulted a police officer, and she was charged with larceny and obstruction.
Often Ellis claimed she knew who really killed Karen Silkwood, and that the reason for her actions was because of the mental and physical duress the Silkwood case caused her.
Silkwood
Director Mike Nichols began filming for Silkwood in 1982, with a script written by Nora Ephron and Alice Arlen. Cher was cast to portray Ellis in the film. The producers of the film paid Ellis $67,500 for her likeness, even though they changed her name in the film from Dusty Ellis to Dolly Pelliker. Karen Silkwood was portrayed by Meryl Streep, and both Streep and Cher were nominated for Academy Awards for their performances as Silkwood and Ellis.
Death
Ellis died on November 2, 2012 after having been diagnosed with cancer a few months prior. Her family donated her body for medical research. The director of the Guthrie Food Bank praised Ellis, stating that she had donated goods for the needy for many years.
Further reading
The Killing of Karen Silkwood: The Story Behind the Kerr-McGee Plutonium Case,
References
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1. Field of the Invention
This invention relates to media containing an indicator, 2,3,5-triphenyltetrazolium chloride, and a selective agent composition; and methods for the recovery and enumeration of Campylobacter species.
2. Description of the Related Art
Campylobacter species have been recognized as important causative agents of foodborne illness. There is a strong association of foods of animal origin in the transmission of disease to humans. Poultry is one such food with high carriage rates of Campylobacter contamination. Campylobacter jejuni, C. coli and C. lari are known to cause an estimated 2.2 million cases of foodborne gastroenteritis per year in the United States alone (Tauxe et al., American J. Public Health, Volume 77, 1219-1221, 1987). The vast majority of these cases are associated with the consumption of improperly prepared or handled foods. Although the origin of this disease in humans is primarily linked to poultry, the food microbiology and poultry communities have been slow in directing substantive attention toward the organism. This has been due, in part, to the unique physiological requirements of these organisms, impairing their culture and identification from foods and clinical specimens.
A variety of enrichment and culture media have been proposed for the isolation of Campylobacter species (Park et al., Campylobacter, In: Compendium of Methods for the Microbiological Examination of Foods, second ed., M. L. Speck (ed.), Am. Pub. Hlth. Assoc., Wash., D.C., 386-404, 1984xe2x80x94the contents of which are herein incorporated by reference). Because Campylobacter can be overgrown by other organisms present in sources, the use of selective media, incorporating antibiotics and/or antimicrobial agents, is essential for their isolation. Ideally, any culture medium selected should also be differential, allowing the characterization of the Campylobacter by distinctive colonial appearances in culture.
Rapid and sensitive methods for recovering Campylobacter would be useful for both epidemiological work and routine examination of food sources. The main drawback associated with numerous available procedures is the length of time needed for enrichment. Enrichment culture incubation ranges from 16 to 48 hours before plating on selective media, which then requires an additional 24 to 48 hours for isolation. This 3 to 4 day procedure is difficult to reconcile with rapid marketing strategies while maintaining interest in the public health.
The unique physiological requirements of Campylobacter species provide difficulties in culturing the microorganism. C. jejuni require special microaerobic atmospheres for growth (Kiggin et al, J. Bacteriology, Volume 72, 397-400, 1956), and its translucent colonies are frequently difficult to identify on dark, opaque Campylobacter agars.
Several agar media have gained prominence for the isolation of Campylobacter. Campy-Brucella Agar Plate (Campy-BAP), has been widely used and cited in the Compendium of Methods for Microbiological Examination of Foods (2nd Ed., American Public Health Association, Wash., D.C., M. L. Speck, ed., 386-404, 1984). Campy-BAP agar contains Brucella agar, lysed horse blood, vancomycin, polymyxin B, trimethoprim lactate, amphotericin B and cephalothin. Food samples assayed with Campy-BAP medium often yield large numbers of breakthrough flora. Butler developed a selective medium for C. jejuni containing a nutrient agar base, blood, and five selective agents, cycloheximide, cefazolin, bacitracin, colistin sulfate and novobiocin as described by Smibert (Campylobacter, In: Bergey""s Manual of Systematic Bacteriology, Krieg and Holt (eds.), Williams and Wilkins, Baltimore, Md., Volume 1, 111-115, 1984; the contents of which are herein incorporated by reference). Another agar, Campy-Cefex, allows for selective and differential culture of C. jejuni (Stern et al., Journal of Food Protection, Volume 55 (7), 514-517, Jul. 1992; U.S. Pat. No. 5,891,709, Apr. 6, 1999). Campy-Cefex agar contains Brucella agar, 0.05% ferrous sulfate, 0.02% sodium bisulfite, 0.05% sodium pyruvate, 33 mg/L sodium cefoperazone, 200 mg/L sodium cycloheximide, and 5% lysed horse blood. CCDA agar contains Nutrient broth No. 2, Bacteriological charcoal, casein hydrosylate, sodium desoxycholate, ferrous sulfate, sodium pyruvate, agar, yeast extract, sodium cefoperazone, and sodium cycloheximide. CCDA medium, also widely used and cited in Compendium of Methods for Microbiological Examination of Foods, (supra), was developed to replace the blood component which is specified in many Campylobacter recovery media, with charcoal. It uses cefoperazone as the selective antimicrobial agent acting in concert with a 42xc2x0 C. incubation temperature and microaerobic atmosphere to limit the proliferation of non-Campylobacter organisms. The 42xc2x0 C. incubation temperature greatly reduces the need for anti-gram-positive antimicrobials. The ferrous sulfate component of the medium has been used to enhance the growth and aerotolerance of Campylobacter spp. The main disadvantage of CCDA medium is its dark opacity, making it difficult to differentiate between Campylobacter spp. and non-Campylobacter spp. flora. Cefoperazone does not inhibit growth of molds and yeast on CCDA medium which can be associated with poultry samples.
Rothenberg et al (Applied and Environmental Microbiology, Volume 48(1), 78-80, Jul. 1984) disclose an attempt to develop an enrichment broth requiring only 7 hours of incubation and the comparison of their broth with that described by Doyle and Roman (Applied Environmental Microbiology, Volume 43, 1343-1353, 1982) and Park and Stankiewicz (Abstr. Assoc. Of Anal. Chem., Annu. Meet., volume 19, page 3, 1982). The Rothenberg et al. medium was a modification of the Doyle Roman broth and additionally contains 0.2% ferrous sulfate, 0.025% sodium metabisulfite, 0.05% sodium pyruvate, 0.1% sodium lauryl sulfate, and 0.075% agar. The Doyle and Roman broth contains Brucella broth, 7% lysed horse blood, 0.3% sodium succinate, 0.01% cysteine hydrochloride, vancomycin (15 xcexcg/ml), trimethoprim (5 xcexcg/ml), polymyxin B (20 IU/ml), and cycloheximide (50 xcexcg/ml). After a 16 to 18 hour incubation, the medium containing inoculum is plated directly onto Campy-BAP agar plates. The Stankiewicz broth contains vancomycin (20 mg/l), trimethoprim (10 mg/l), polymyxin B (5,000 IU/l for monophasic broth and 7,500 IU/l for diphasic medium), and lysed horse blood (5%, optional) in brucella broth. For the monophasic medium, 50 ml of the enrichment broth is placed in a 250 ml-Erlenmeyer flask. For the diphasic medium, brucella agar base (30 ml) with an overlay of the enrichment broth (50 ml) was made in a 500 ml-Erlenmeyer flask. Two other media are disclosed by Rothenberg. One contains 25 ml Brucella broth supplemented with 0.2% ferrous sulfate, 0.025% sodium metabisulfite, and 0.05% sodium pyruvate. The other, a selective medium, contains blood agar base no. 2 (Oxoid Ltd., London, England), 5% lysed horse blood, 10 xcexcg/ml vancomycin, 2.5 IU/ml polymyxin, 5 xcexcg/ml trimethoprim, and 15 xcexcg/ml cephalothin.
Castillo-Ayala (Journal of Food Protection, Volume 55(5), 333-336, May 1992) disclose enrichment broths for isolation of Campylobacter jejuni/coli from freshly deboned market chicken. The first broth, VTP broth, contained 25 ml of double strength Brucella broth, 0.025% of sodium metabisulfate, 0.025% sodium pyruvate, 20 xcexcg/ml vancomycin, 10 xcexcg/ml trimethoprim, 5 IU polymyxin B. The other, BCN, contained 25 ml of double strength Brucella broth, 0.025% sodium metabisulfate, 0.025% sodium pyruvate, 50 IU/ml bacitracin, 20 IU/ml novobiocin, and 10 xcexcg/ml cycloheximide. They concluded that the vancomycin-trimethoprim-polymyxin B mixture was not a suitable agent for use in an enrichment-plating procedure to recover Campylobacter from poultry.
Christopher et al (Journal of Food Protection, Volume 45(3), 260-262, Feb., 1982) disclose a method and media for isolation and enumeration of Campylobacter fetus subsp. jejuni that included a subculturing step that used Brucella broth containing 0.15% agar, 0.05% sodium pyruvate, 10 mg/liter vancomycin, 5 mg/liter trimethoprim, 2,500 IU/liter polymyxin B sulfate, 2 mg/l amphotericin B, and 15 mg/l cephalothin followed by subsequent streaking on plates of Brucella agar supplemented with 10% defibrinated horse blood and 10 mg/liter vancomycin, 5 mg/liter trimethoprim, 2,500 IU/liter polymyxin B sulfate, 2 mg/liter amphotericin B, and 15 mg/liter cephalothin.
U.S. Pat. No. 5,302,388 (Doyle et al; Apr. 12, 1994) discloses an enrichment broth for Campylobacter jejuni containing Brucella broth, 7% lysed horse blood, 0.3% sodium succinate or 0.01% cysteine hydrochloride, 15 xcexcg vancomycin/ml, 5 xcexcg trimethoprim/ml, 20 IU polymyxin B/ml, and 50 xcexcg cycloheximide/ml.
Luechtefeld and Wang (J. Clin. Microbiol., Volume 15(1), 137-140, January 1982) disclose the use of 1 mg or 400 xcexcg of 2,3,5-triphenyltetrazolium chloride (TTC) per ml of a medium containing brucella agar and sheep blood for differentiating C. fetus subsp. jejuni from C. fetus subsp. intestinalis. They report that all strains of C. fetus subsp. intestinalis were sensitive to 400 xcexcg/ml of TTC and all strains of C. fetus subsp. jejuni were insensitive to 400 xcexcg/ml TTC. The reference also discloses that Veron and Chatelain (Intl. J. Syst. Bacteriol., Volume 23, 122-134, 1973) found that none of the 18 strains of C. fetus subsp. fetus (C. fetus subsp intestinalis of Smibert (supra)) grew on blood agar containing 1 mg/ml of TTC in contrast to 9 strains of Campylobacter coli and 1 strain of C. jejuni.
Hanninen (Acta vet. scand., Volume 23, 88-98, 1982) disclose testing the tolerance of the C. jejuni/coli group to 1 mg/liter of TTC. The reference states that most strains in their study tolerated TTC. It further states that according to Skirrow and Benjamin, C. jejuni strains are sensitive to TTC and C. coli strains tolerated it. The reference further states that there are differences in TTC tolerance between the Campylobacter strains investigated by different authors and that most of the TTC tests made earlier and in their studies have been performed on a blood agar substrate containing TTC. Hanninen concludes that the blood in the substrate may be one reason why so many of the present strains tolerated TTC and the reference also observed that Skirrow and Benjamin did not use a blood-containing medium in their tests. The reference further discloses that the optimum TTC concentration for TTC reduction of C. fetus and related vibrios is shown to be 400 xcexcg/ml and notes that TTC has been used in a concentration range of 400 xcexcg/ml to 1 mg/ml.
Existing media for the recovery and enumeration of colonies of Campylobacter species often contain many colonies of contaminating microorganisms and are difficult to enumerate because of the translucent nature of Campylobacter colonies. Therefore, there is a need in the art for media which recover high populations of Campylobacter with fewer contaminating colonies and which are easily enumerated. The present invention, described below, is improved media which provide selectivity for Campylobacter species while increasing the contrast of the colonies with the media to simplify counting procedures and is different from related art media.
It is therefore an object of the present invention to provide improved media for recovery and enumeration of Campylobacter species.
Another object of the present invention is to provide improved media for the recovery and enumeration of Campylobacter species, the improvement includes an indicator for facilitating accurate enumeration of Campylobacter colonies.
A further object of the present invention is to provide improved media for the recovery and enumeration of Campylobacter species wherein the indicator is 2,3,5 Triphenyltetrazolium chloride (TTC).
A still further object of the present invention is to provide improved media for the recovery and enumeration of Campylobacter species wherein the 2,3,5 Triphenyltetrazolium chloride concentration is about 200 xcexcg/ml or less.
A further object of the present invention is to provide improved media for the recovery and enumeration of Campylobacter species which is a blood-containing or a blood-free media.
A still further object of the present invention is to provide a media which contains a selective agent composition to provide improved selectivity for Campylobacter species.
Further objects and advantages of the present invention will become apparent from the following description.
The media of this invention may be used for the isolation and enumeration of Campylobacter species such as, for example, C. jejuni, C. coli, C. lari, etc., from a variety of sources. Although the media are particularly valuable for the growth and recovery of this microorganism from samples taken from poultry carcasses, especially chicken, it is understood that the media may also be used for the isolation of Campylobacter from any samples suspected of containing this pathogen. Without being limited thereto, other sources include animal carcasses such as cattle and sheep, food, milk, water, or environmental samples, or clinical sources such as blood or feces. The culture media contemplated for use in this invention may be prepared using techniques conventional in the art. The basal medium components including agar and/or nutrient media with an energy source are mixed, heated to boiling and sterilized by autoclaving. After cooling the sterilized medium to about 50xc2x0 C.-55xc2x0 C., blood and filter-sterilized supplements are added with mixing, pH asceptically adjusted to about pH 7.4 with, for example, 10N NaOH, and the medium finally poured into a culture container, such as a petri dish, for example, and cooled to allow the agar to solidify.
In one embodiment of the present invention, the basal medium components selected for use are not critical and may be readily determined by the practitioner skilled in the art, one of the improvements includes the addition of an indicator, 2,3,5-triphenyltetrazolium chloride in amounts which do not significantly inhibit the growth of Campylobacter species. Any nutrient medium and energy source effective to support growth of Campylobacter species may be used. Suitable nutrient media include, for example, but are not limited to Brucella agar (e.g. BBL, Cockeysville, Md.; Difco Laboratories, Detroit, Mich.;) CM 691 (Oxoid, Columbia, Md.), Campylobacter agar base (Difco), Blood agar base No. 2 (Oxoid), Brain-heart infusion agar (BBL;Difco), or Columbia Blood Agar Base. A variety of energy sources may also be employed, and may be incorporated into commercially available nutrient media or added separately. In the preferred embodiments of the present invention, Brucella agar (Acumedia) is the preferred nutrient medium. Suitable energy sources for use in the media are described by Sibert (INL Bergey""s Manual; supra, the contents of which are herein incorporated by reference) and include pyruvate, citrate, succinate, cis-aconitate, xcex1-ketoglutarate, fumarate, malate, and oxaloacetate.
For all embodiments of the present invention, the source of blood added to the medium also is not critical. While horse blood is preferred, it is understood that other blood sources may be used, such as for example, sheep blood. For blood-free media, hemin, yeast extract, sodium carbonate and xcex1-ketoglutaric acid are used to replace the blood component.
Selective agents, for use in all embodiments of the present invention, are used to prevent the growth of contaminating microorganisms present in samples to be tested, but which do not inhibit growth of Campylobacter species. The selective agents include any selective agent or combination thereof known to one of ordinary skill in the art. Improved preferred selective agents include vancomycin, trimethoprim, polymyxin B, cycloheximide, rifampicin, nystatin, amphotericin, and cefoperazone, their salts, and mixtures thereof. The combination of these preferred agents provides excellent selectivity for Campylobacter species.
An indicator, for use in all embodiments of the present invention, is included in Campylobacter media to facilitate manual or automated enumeration of Campylobacter colonies. The indicator 2,3,5-triphenyltetrazolium chloride (TTC; Sigma) is used in a concentration range of about 50 xcexcg/ml to about 250 xcexcg/ml. The preferred concentration is about 200 xcexcg/ml.
Other adjuvants, useful in all embodiments of the present invention, may also be incorporated into the media for enhancing growth and/or aerotolerance of Campylobacter. Preferred adjuvants enhancing aerotolerance are described by Smibert (supra) and include but are not limited to sodium pyruvate or pyruvic acid, ferrous sulfate, bovine superoxide dismutase, catalase and reducing agents such as sodium bisulfite or sodium metabisulfite. Particularly preferred for addition to medium are ferrous sulfate, pyruvic acid, and sodium bisulfite. It is understood that the use of blood in the media also enhances aerotolerance because it contains heme, catalase and superoxide dismutase.
The concentration and amount of each of the components of the Campy-TTC blood-containing medium, a particularly preferred embodiment of the present invention, are variable and may be readily determined by the practitioner skilled in the art. The amount of each component of the basal or nutrient media should be effective to promote growth of Campylobacter species, while the amount of the selective agents should be effective to inhibit growth of contaminating (non-Campylobacter) microorganisms without substantially inhibiting growth of Campylobacter species relative to culture medium lacking these selective agents. Without being limited thereto, preferred ranges of the selective agents include about 20-50 mg/liter cefoperazone, about 100-400 mg/liter cycloheximide, about 5-20 milligrams/liter vancomycin, about 2.5-10 milligrams/liter trimethoprim, about 5-20 milligrams/liter polymyxin, about 5-20 milligrams/liter rifampicin, about 10-40 milligrams/liter amphotericin, about 20-80 milligrams/liter nystatin, and about 100-250 mg/liter 2,3,5-Triphenyltetrazolium chloride.
In accordance with a particularly preferred formulation of blood-containing Campy-TTC, ranges of the amount of each component per liter include but are not limited to:
The final pH of the medium should generally be between about 6.5 to about 7.8, pH 7.4 is preferred.
In accordance with another particularly preferred formulation, blood-free Campy-TTC, ranges of the amount of each component per liter include but are not limited to:
The final pH of the medium should generally be between about 6.5 to about 7.8, pH 7.4 is preferred.
In accordance with another particularly preferred formulation, blood-free Campy-TTC, ranges of the amount of each component per liter include but are not limited to:
final pH of the medium should generally be between about 6.5 to 7.8, pH 7.4 is preferred.
In accordance with another particularly preferred formulation, blood-free Campy-TTC, ranges of the amount of each component per liter include but are not limited to:
The final pH of the medium should generally be between about 6.5 to 7.8, pH 7.4 is preferred. Effective amounts of each ingredient are those amounts which promote growth of Campylobacter species.
In accordance with another particularly preferred formulation, blood-free Campy-TTC, ranges of the amount of each component per liter include but are not limited to:
The pH of the medium should generally be between about 6.5 to 7.8, pH 7.4 is preferred. Effective amounts of each ingredient are those amounts which promote growth of Campylobacter species.
In accordance with another particularly preferred formulation, blood-free campy-TTC, ranges of the amount of each component per liter include but are not limited to:
The final pH of the medium should generally be between about 6.5 to 7.8, pH 7.4 is preferred. Effective amounts of each ingredient are those amounts which promote growth of campylobacter species.
In use, the sample to be analyzed is inoculated onto the culture medium using techniques conventional in the art and is incubated for a sufficient time and under conditions effective to promote growth of Campylobacter species. Suitable conditions may be readily determined by the practitioner skilled in the art and are described by Smibert (supra). Without being limited thereto, preferred conditions include a temperature between about 35xc2x0 C. to about 44xc2x0 C., especially about 42xc2x0 C. to about 43xc2x0 C., and a low oxygen tension (i.e., microaerobic), especially an oxygen concentration of between about 3-6%. Techniques for generating this reduced atmosphere are well known in the art and are described in, for example, Inoue (U.S. Pat. No. 4,904,597), or Hutchinson and Bolton (J. Clin. Pathol., Volume 36, 1350-1352, 1983), or Park et al. (supra), the contents of each of which are herein incorporated by reference.
Following incubation, generally after about 24-48 hours, the culture may be examined for the presence of colonies indicative of Campylobacter. Colonies of Campylobacter on any of the preferred Campy-TCC media of this invention are deep red to magenta in color. These colonies can be readily discriminated from non-Campylobacter breakthrough flora. Further confirmatory testing of the colonies and speciation can be conducted as described by Park et al (supra) or Smibert (supra). The use of these agars containing 2,3,5-triphenyltetrazolium chloride would be a benefit to technicians in enumerating and confirming Campylobacter colonies. The use of Campy-TTC agars, either blood-containing or blood-free with a preferred selective agent composition, also is a benefit because of the increased selectivity of the agars. Automated counting methods may also be made possible using triphenyltetrazolium chloride containing agars since the darker colonies contrast sufficiently with the agar base to allow detection by electronic means.
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Remoteclass class type missing
Has anyone come in the scenario where some classes lose his class type on the client side?
Lets say i have this:
AS3
[Bindable][RemoteClass(alias="dto.someClass")]
public class someClass{
//some public variables
}
java
package dto;
public class someClass{
//some private variables
//getters and setters
}
And i am getting a list from the server through a remote object.
Java
public List<someClass> someFunction(){
//code creating a list
return list;
}
AS3
private function remoteObject_resultHandler(e:ResultEvent):void{
result=e.result as ArrayCollection;
}
But when u try trace(""+(result.getItemAt(0) is someClass)), some remote classes return true and some others false, and if i don't notice this, it gets worse when i send the array back to the server, because it ends up as a list of flex.messaging.io.amf.ASObject, which i cant even cast to anything (I am getting a cast exception).
I am suffering of this with some RemoteClasses, and after checking the remote alias carefully, i couldn't fix it at all in some cases...
So, has anyone else experienced this?
A:
Ok, its working now, what flextras pointed out is true, i didn't have any reference in AS3 code for that class, i wonder why i saw a false trace too, but after fully recompiling, the server was getting the array just fine, and the trace showing true, so everything is goooooood =)
Now im wondering if this is a bug or something?
I am using flashbuilder 4.6 in eclipse btw.
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Challenge
In the comments section below share one way you could magnify somebody else's success.
At the start of any initiative, one can feel a buzz in the air. There is an energy where people are excited for the prospects ahead. With that excitement often comes expensive software, new materials, trainings, and endless meetings. Eventually, the momentum wanes and improvements fade into old habits. Shifting the culture of an organization and implementing a new initiative is a journey; one that takes patience. Simplify the process and focus on the small steps that lead you towards your goal. The changes will come with simple daily steps. Once you find what works, do it again. Improve upon it. One day, you will survey your organization and instead of shadows of innovation, you see a community transformed with employees who are invested in bettering their environment.
Nelson Mandela was one of the most influential political leaders in recent history. His journey was truly inspiring transforming from a prisoner to an iconic world leader who broke barriers of racism. Mr. Mandela recognized that in order for a society to be successful each person needed to feel empowered and know that they matter. Likewise, the success of any organization is forged on the backs of it's employees. Each member has the capacity to influence an organization in unprecedented ways. One does not need a title and a corner office to make a difference. The development of an organization happens with the individuals as well as the leaders.
Sure you can plan to start many things tomorrow, but what if you just started today? How about instead of thinking of the bigger picture you chipped off a small piece that guided you in the direction of the big picture today?
Challenge
Share in the comments section below. How would acting today instead of waiting for tomorrow impact the world?
Though the quote itself is not directly related to continuous improvement, Audrey Hepburn shares with us a very inspirational thought. In continuous improvement it is important that we remember nothing is impossible. There will be times when you feel as though the journey is impossible and although you may not be able to influence or change the thoughts of others it is important to remember that no matter where you are on your continuous improvement journey you can be an example of what is possible.
This ancient Chinese proverb is a good reminder that always giving and doing things for other people may be helpful in the moment, but developing self-reliant and independent Lean and Six Sigma practitioners can grow a future rich with innovation and creativity.
Discussion - What types of things do you do in your organization to "teach others how to fish for a lifetime?"
Much like a car, aligning our thoughts, activities and schedules can be a powerful way to start our days off. Whether you do this with a healthy breakfast, morning meditation, morning exercise, writing in a journal or a team huddle finding a way to start your day with alignment will help you hold tightly to your goals as life's daily challenges come forth.
Share your Story - Have there been times in your continuous improvement journey where you thought to yourself, "maybe it's better to just stop." What did you do to remind yourself that there is no failure on the path of improvement? What did you do to learn?
Often times on our path through improvement or chasing greatness, one might feel frustrated, downtrodden or even just plain beaten. Mr. Jordan one of the greatest basketball players to ever live offers this sound advice; "I believe greatness is an evolutionary process that changes and evolves era to era." Deep insight for us to reflect on.
"How about you? What are your thoughts on greatness? How is greatness achieved?"
Sometimes large goals can be more than our eyes can see, by breaking our goals up into milestones or even inchstones we can often find that the goal is much more manageable. So, What one thing can you do today that might get you a little closer to your goal?
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It is a year since the Conservatives won a surprise majority the 2015 general election. While many Tories may have looked forward to a bright future freed of the shackles of coalition, it has been anything but plain sailing for the party’s leadership.
Since the 2011 the Tories have been forced into climbdowns on a raft of key policies, with their slim majority meaning even minor backbench opposition makes controversial hard to push through.
Tax credit cuts
In his first Tory-only budget, George Osborne promised sharp cuts to tax credits as a significant chunk of his planned £12 billion welfare cuts. A huge backlash ensued and he cancelled the cuts at the Autumn Statement, though similar reductions will still be quietly enacted in Universal Credit in 2020.
George Osborne's u-turn on tax credits
Disability benefit cuts
The DWP planned to cut payments for specially adapted appliances for disabled people. After Iain Duncan Smith, the then Work and Pensions Secretary resigned, saying he could not support them, the cuts were cancelled.
Forcing schools to become academies
While journalists were busy covering the local and regional elections the Government quietly announced that it was cancelling its plan to force all schools to become academies. A Tory rebellion looked likely and Labour refused to back the plan.
Junior doctors' contracts
On polling day for the May 2016 local elections the Government also said it was “pausing” the implementation of the junior doctors’ contract. The dispute isn’t over but the policy represents a climbdown.
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Sunday trading laws
Plans to scrap or significantly roll back Sunday trading laws were defeated in the House of Commons after a Conservative rebellion in March this year. Even a plan to pilot the changes didn’t get through.
Fox hunting
The Tory manifesto pledged to hold a free vote in the House of Commons, with David Cameron backing repeal of the Hunting Act – but this was kicked into very long grass after anti-hunting Tories made it known that they would vote down any push.
Stopping in-work benefits for EU migrants
David Cameron planned to ban all EU migrants from claiming in-work benefits for four years. However, the policy proved impractical to agree at EU level and migrants will now get their benefits tapered in gradually over four years.
Saudi Arabian prisons
The Ministry of Justice’s trading arm had planned to raise money by running parts of the Saudi Arabian prison system, where the autocratic petrostate routinely uses beheading and crucifixion as punishment for serious crimes. Justice Secretary Michael Gove managed to secure a U-turn in the policy and the MoJ has withdrawn from the contract.
Michael Gove cancelled the contract (Getty)
Withdrawing from the European Convention on Human Rights
In 2014, then Justice Secretary Chris Grayling said the UK would withdraw from the European Convention on Human Rights if it did not win the ability to veto Strasbourg court rulings. His successor, Michael Gove, has now said this will not happen.
Police cuts
The Government faced opposition from the police to planned cuts in the run-up to the 2015 Autumn Statement. Labour had planned to hammer the government on the issue but in what appeared to be a last-minute decision, George Osborne decided to protect police budgets and ruled out further reductions.
Trade union restrictions
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The bishops’ true colors have at last been fully exposed. For weeks now, the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops, the lobbying arm of the Catholic Church, has been decrying the requirement from the administration that new insurance plans cover birth control. Using every pulpit and pundit available, they have denounced the administration’s rule because, they say, it will force religiously affiliated institutions – like hospitals and universities -- to pay to support insurance plans that cover a service the church views as a sin. (Houses of worship, it is important to remember, were exempt from the requirement.)
On Friday, the administration weighed in again, announcing that religiously affiliated institutions will not have to buy coverage that includes contraception. And, under the administration’s plan, these institutions won’t even have to tell their employees that there is insurance available. But – and this is a critical but – women at these institutions will get coverage. Insurance companies will be charged with reaching out and providing coverage, free of charge to the employees. In other words, women will in fact be able to get birth control coverage no matter where they work.
We at the ACLU have a lot to say about what has happened – and in particular how the original requirement did not violate the religious liberty of religiously affiliated institutions. But that’s not the story here. The story is the bishops’ response to the administration. You might expect them to be mollified. They seem to have gotten what they wanted: religiously affiliated institutions will not have to pay for the coverage – or even talk about it. Well, if that’s what you expected, you’d be wrong.
Here’s what the bishops said in their statement:
The only complete solution to this religious liberty problem is for HHS to rescind the mandate of these objectionable services.
That’s right. According to the bishops, religious liberty means that no insurer could be required to cover contraception. According to the bishops, religious liberty means that insurance would not cover the service that 98 percent of American women – including Catholic women – use. (Not to mention that if 98 percent of women are using birth control, a lot of men are implicated as well.)
“Religious liberty,” in effect, would mean that the bishops get to impose their views on the rest of us. That’s just not how the Constitution works.
In other words, as the bishops have made clear, the fight is not about religiously affiliated institutions. The fight is about birth control coverage in insurance, period – a basic health care service that we need to protect our health and plan our lives. These were the rights denied my mother’s generation. They will not be denied mine.
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100 Most Dominant Pitchers in MLB History
As an intransitive verb, Merriam-Webster's dictionary defines dominate as "to have or to exert mastery, control or preeminence."
Seems like a logical definition in baseball terms.
When one thinks of a dominant starting pitcher, naturally things like strikeouts, control and wins all come to mind. Then, of course, there exists a demeanor, or air, about a player that helps him to dominate his opponents.
In the world of baseball, a great pitcher is like a champion chess player. He controls the game and exerts his prowess over opponents seemingly at will.
Throughout history there have been hundreds of these pitchers, so narrowing down the list was a bit tricky. That being said, here are my top 100 most dominant pitchers in MLB history.
100. Dennis Martinez
Dennis Martinez didn't truly find his way until later on in his major-league career. From 1990, at the age of 35, through 1995, Martinez proved to be a dominating force on the mound.
In that six-year span, Martinez would make the All-Star team four times and finish fifth overall in 1991 NL Cy Young Award voting. He led the major leagues in ERA in 1991 at 2.39, as adding nine complete games and five shutouts.
Throughout his career he racked up a record of 245-193, 2,149 strikeouts with a 3.70 ERA and a 1.266 WHIP.
99. Chuck Finley
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Chuck Finley was a mainstay in the Angels rotation for 14 of his 17 years in the big leagues.
The five-time All-Star consistently racked up double-digit victories for the Halos from 1986 to 1999. Over the course of his career, he maintained a 3.85 ERA and 1.376 WHIP while striking out 2,610 batters in 524 career games.
Finley led the major leagues in 1993 with 13 complete games and racked up 251.1 innings of service.
98. Fernando Valenzuela
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Fernando Valenzuela was fantastic for the Dodgers from 1981 through 1986.
In that time he managed to win the NL Cy Young Award in 1981 while finishing third in 1982, fifth in 1985 and second in the 1986 voting. Valenzuela was voted to six consecutive All-Star games in that time as well.
He was the 1981 NL Rookie of the Year and also brought home two Silver Slugger awards.
While his numbers later in his career bog down his early greatness, Valenzuela finished his career with a record of 173-153, 3.54 ERA and 1.320 WHIP. After the 1986 season, he did not reach the same level of dominance he achieved early on in his career.
97. Burleigh Grimes
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In 1920, when the spitball was banned from baseball, Grimes was one of only 17 pitchers allowed to continue to use the pitch.
Call it an advantage if you'd like but, at the end of the day, after 19 years playing professional baseball, Grimes managed a record of 270 and 212, with a 3.53 ERA and 1.365 WHIP from 1916 to 1934. He would rack up 1,512 strikeouts during his career.
He led the league in wins twice: once in 1921 with 22, the other in 1928 with 25. That same year, Grimes would appear in 48 games, starting 37 while throwing 28 complete games and four shutouts—all of which were league-leading statistics.
96. Herb Pennock
Herb Pennock was a hard-throwing lefty for the Philadelphia Athletics, Boston Red Sox and New York Yankees during his 22-year career.
In 1923, Pennock's first year with the Yankees, he led the league in winning percentage with a .760 from a 19-6 record. He would lead the league in WHIP in 1925 and 1926 as well.
Over the course of his career, Pennock would manage a 3.60 ERA and 1.348 WHIP, adding 1,227 strikeouts and a 241-162 record. From 1923 to 1928 he was incredible for the Yankees, racking up 115 wins with just 57 losses.
95. Clayton Kershaw
As the youngest player on this list, Clayton Kershaw may have a small sample size of work, but he has already established himself as the most dominant pitcher in the National League.
In 2011 he posted a record of 21-5 with an impressive .808 winning percentage, a league-leading 2.28 ERA, 248 strikeouts and a 0.977 WHIP—also league-leading statistics. He was an All-Star, a Gold Glove winner and took home the 2011 NL Cy Young Award.
At just 24 years old, Kershaw is still developing—but what he has shown in his young career is promising for years to come. In his first five seasons, Kershaw owns a 2.84 ERA with a 1.156 WHIP and 814 strikeouts already in the books.
94. Jimmy Key
Jimmy Key put together an impressive string of 10 consecutive seasons. Having amassed 12-or-more wins from 1985 to 1994, capped off by his AL-leading, 17-win season in 1994, he lost only four games and posted an .810 winning percentage.
His two finest seasons came in 1993 and 1994, when he won 35 games for the Yankees, made the All-Star team both years and finished as a top-five Cy Young Award vote recipient each season.
His career ERA is 3.51 with a 1.229 WHIP on the heels of 1,538 strikeouts and a 186-117 record.
91. Charlie Buffinton
Charlie Buffinton was a professional baseball player for just 11 years, but managed to post a 233-152 record.
He won 48 games in 1884. He won 20-or-more games eight times over the course of his career.
More impressive is the fact that he owned a 2.96 ERA and 1.234 WHIP, which would have been considerably lower had he not posted a 1.814 WHIP in his final season. Buffinton also complied an even 1,700 strikeouts during his career.
90. Al Spaulding
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If you want to talk about dominant pitchers, you can't avoid talking about Al Spaulding. True, he only pitched for seven years; however, during that time he racked up an insane 252 wins—and just 65 losses.
That's the single greatest career winning percentage in baseball history: .795.
Check this line out: 19, 38, 41, 52, 54, 47, 1.
No, those weren't lottery numbers, those are his win totals. Incredible.
His ERA was just 2.13 with a 1.193 WHIP to boot. In all of that time, though, he only struck out 248 batters from 1871 to 1877.
89. Babe Ruth
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The most dominating hitter of all time makes it on the list of the most dominating pitchers of all time, as well.
While obviously the most important player in the history of the game, Ruth was actually a dominant pitcher in his own right. He pitched a total of 10 seasons and put together a 94-46 record. He won 20 games twice in his career, and in 1916 he led the league in ERA (1.75) as well as games started (40) and nine shutouts.
His career ERA is quite impressive, at just 2.28 with a 1.159 WHIP and 488 career strikeouts.
84. Jack Chesbro
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Jack "Happy Jack" Chesbro played 11 seasons from 1899 through 1909.
In that time frame, Chesbro led the league in several statistical categories, but one that jumps off the page is the 454.2 innings pitched in 1904. He went 41-12 that season with a .774 winning percentage, appeared in 55 games, started 51 and threw 48 complete games.
Furthermore, his ERA that season was just 1.82.
Overall, Chesbro posted a 198-132 career record with a 2.68 ERA and 1.152 WHIP while compiling 1,265 strikeouts.
80. Lefty Gomez
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Lefty Gomez was a seven-time All-Star for the New York Yankees.
Having played in 14 years from 1930 to 1943, Gomez racked up 189 career wins and 102 losses. His finest season came in 1934 for the Yanks: He went 26-5, which led the league in both wins and winning percentage (.839), posted a league-leading 2.33 ERA, 25 complete games, six shutouts, 281.2 innings pitched, 158 strikeouts and added a league-best 1.133 WHIP.
Phew.
He finished his career with a 3.34 ERA and 1.352 WHIP, with 1,468 strikeouts.
78. Mickey Lolich
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From 1964 through 1974, Mickey Lolich strung together 11 seasons of 14-or-more wins for the Detroit Tigers.
Having pitched for 16 seasons total, he gave the Tigers the best years of his career, racking up winning season upon winning season. In fact, 10 of his 13 seasons with Detroit were winning seasons and Lolich earned fewer than 12 wins in only one of them.
The three-time All-Star posted a 217-191 record, a career 3.44 ERA and 1.227 WHIP, while striking out 2,832 career batters.
76. Chief Bender
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Chief Bender won six World Series games in 10 starts, including two apiece in the 1911 and 1913 Fall Classics.
Having played from 1903 to 1925, Bender won 20-or-more games only twice in an era when 40 wins were not uncommon, but he led the league in winning percentage three times with 23-5, 17-5 and 17-3 seasons in 1910, 1911 and 1914 respectively.
He won a career total of 212 games with 127 losses while maintaining a 2.46 ERA and 1.113 WHIP, striking out 1,711 batters.
75. Amos Rusie
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Though he only played 10 years professionally, Amos Rusie had a tremendous impact on the game of baseball.
While best known for his velocity (which was never officially measured, but assumed to be in the mid-to-upper 90s) one of his fastballs struck future Hall of Famer Hughie Jennings in the head, rendering him comatose for four days.
This incident resulted in officials changing the distance from the pitching rubber to home plate from 50 feet to the current 60 feet, six inches.
Having 246 career wins and 1,950 career strikeouts is mighty impressive over the course of just 10 seasons.
Dominate? If you get the league to change the distance a pitcher throws from, you're off the charts!
64. Tommy John
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The man himself, Tommy John was incredible from 1977 to 1980.
In that time, for the New York Yankees and Los Angeles Dodgers, John put together 80 wins over four years, making the All-Star team three times in four years—only one other time during his career would he be an All-Star.
58. Hal Newhouser
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In the 1940s, Hal Newhouser rolled for the Detroit Tigers.
He was a two-time MVP and six-time All-Star.
He led the league in wins four times, ERA twice and WHIP once. He finished his 17-year career with a 207-150 record, 3.06 lifetime ERA and 1.311 WHIP with 1796 strikeouts—having led the league in that category twice.
53. Mickey Welch
52. Curt Schilling
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Curt Schilling may very well be the finest postseason pitcher in baseball history, based on the way he's elevated his game in both Arizona and Boston.
However, Schilling in the regular season didn't find his groove until he was 34 years old. He put together three Cy Young-caliber seasons at the ages of 34, 35 and 37, while collecting two World Series rings in those years.
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Alan Castell
Alan Terry Castell (born 6 August 1943) is a former English cricketer who played for Hampshire between 1961 and 1971. He was a right-handed lower-order batsman who began as a leg-break and googly bowler but later switched to medium-pace.
Castell shared in a Hampshire record 9th wicket stand of 230 with Danny Livingstone against Surrey in 1962. During the partnership Castell contributed 76 runs, which was also his highest first-class score.
References
External links
Alan Castell on ESPNcricinfo
Alan Castell on CricketArchive
Further reading
Stephen Chalke, Caught in the Memory, Fairfield Books, Bath, 1999, pp. 44–62
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Multiple origins of Tibetan Y chromosomes.
The genetic origin of Tibetans was investigated using Y chromosome markers. A total of three populations were studied, two from central Tibet speaking central Tibetan and one from Yunnan speaking Kham. Two dominant paternal lineages (>80%) were identified in all three populations with one possibly from central Asia (YAP+) and the other from east Asia (M122C). We conclude that Tibetan Y chromosomes may have been derived from two different gene pools, given the virtual absence of M122C in central Asia and YAP+ in east Asia, with drift an unlikely mechanism accounting for these observations.
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Let c(t) = t**4 + 3*t**3 - 2*t. Let z(n) = -5*n**4 - 12*n**3 + 7*n. Let p(m) = 18*c(m) + 4*z(m). Factor p(b).
-2*b*(b - 2)**2*(b + 1)
Let j(v) be the third derivative of 0*v + 0 - 1/15*v**5 + 1/24*v**4 + 4*v**2 + 1/40*v**6 + 0*v**3. Find c such that j(c) = 0.
0, 1/3, 1
Let c = -1 + 5. Suppose -c*q - q + 15 = 0. Factor -10*s**q - 6*s**4 - 2*s**2 - 4*s**2 + s**2 + s**2.
-2*s**2*(s + 1)*(3*s + 2)
Let l be (2 - 0) + 0/3. Suppose 1 = -l*j + 9. Factor 2/9*y**2 + 0 + 0*y - 2/9*y**j + 0*y**3.
-2*y**2*(y - 1)*(y + 1)/9
Let b(t) be the first derivative of t**7/84 - t**6/15 + 3*t**5/20 - t**4/6 + 2*t**3/3 + 1. Let g(v) be the third derivative of b(v). Solve g(r) = 0.
2/5, 1
Let v(w) be the second derivative of w**6/45 + w**5/15 - 2*w**3/9 - w**2/3 - 14*w. Solve v(n) = 0.
-1, 1
Let i(x) = 11*x**4 - 5*x**3 - 35*x**2 - 19*x + 7. Let t(w) = 6*w**4 - 3*w**3 - 18*w**2 - 9*w + 3. Let g(n) = 3*i(n) - 7*t(n). Determine k so that g(k) = 0.
-1, -1/3, 0, 2
Suppose -27*a + 28*a = 3. Factor 0 + 0*f - 1/2*f**4 - 1/2*f**2 - f**a.
-f**2*(f + 1)**2/2
Let 2/9*n**5 + 2/9*n**3 - 4/9*n**4 + 0*n**2 + 0 + 0*n = 0. What is n?
0, 1
Let s(r) be the second derivative of r**5/5 + r**4 - 8*r**2 + 7*r. Determine o, given that s(o) = 0.
-2, 1
Let x(i) = i - 1. Let s(f) = -f**2 + f. Let y(o) = s(o) + 2*x(o). Factor y(b).
-(b - 2)*(b - 1)
Let y(w) be the second derivative of -1/48*w**4 + 1/240*w**5 - 2*w - 3/2*w**2 + 1/24*w**3 + 0. Let f(j) be the first derivative of y(j). What is k in f(k) = 0?
1
Factor 17/8*u - 7/2*u**2 + 11/4*u**3 + 1/8*u**5 - 1/2 - u**4.
(u - 4)*(u - 1)**4/8
Let m(c) = -10*c**2 + 17*c - 7. Let j(p) = -5*p**2 + 9*p - 4. Let d(o) = -13*j(o) + 6*m(o). Determine a so that d(a) = 0.
1, 2
Let j(v) be the first derivative of -19*v**2 - 6*v - 9/2*v**4 + 3 - 22*v**3. Let j(b) = 0. Calculate b.
-3, -1/3
Suppose 9*r = -6*r. Let p be 5 - 2/4*0. Factor r*s**3 + 0 - s**2 + s**4 - 1/2*s**p + 1/2*s.
-s*(s - 1)**3*(s + 1)/2
Let l(r) be the first derivative of 2*r**3/15 + r**2/5 - 4*r/5 - 6. Factor l(i).
2*(i - 1)*(i + 2)/5
Let d(c) be the third derivative of -c**10/70560 + c**9/8820 - c**8/3920 - c**4/24 + 6*c**2. Let l(k) be the second derivative of d(k). What is g in l(g) = 0?
0, 2
Suppose -4*d = -5*r - 5, 5*r - 2*r + 3 = -5*d. Let w be (6/(-9))/(d + -2). Factor 0 + 0*c**2 - w*c + 1/3*c**3.
c*(c - 1)*(c + 1)/3
Let t be 2 + 5 - 0/(-2). What is n in -8*n**3 - n**3 - 3*n**5 + t*n**2 + 0*n**2 + 9*n**4 - 4*n**2 = 0?
0, 1
Let x(d) be the third derivative of d**7/8820 - d**6/840 + d**5/210 - d**4/6 + 3*d**2. Let h(m) be the second derivative of x(m). Solve h(z) = 0.
1, 2
Let o(t) be the second derivative of 0 - 16/189*t**7 + 2/3*t**4 - 4/27*t**3 - 97/90*t**5 - 3*t + 8/15*t**6 + 0*t**2. Find b, given that o(b) = 0.
0, 1/4, 2
Let w(d) be the first derivative of 1/2*d + 1 - 1/12*d**3 + 1/8*d**2. Find n such that w(n) = 0.
-1, 2
Let b = -83 - -85. Factor 9/2*k**2 + 0 - k - 6*k**3 + b*k**4.
k*(k - 2)*(2*k - 1)**2/2
Suppose -4*t + 0*t + 12 = 0. Let d be (1 + 1 + -2)/(-1). Factor 3*i**2 + 3*i**t - 2*i**5 - 3*i**4 + d*i**3 - i**5.
-3*i**2*(i - 1)*(i + 1)**2
Let x(m) = -2*m - 5. Let w be x(-4). Let d be ((-6)/(-45))/(1/w). Solve 0*h - d + 2/5*h**2 = 0.
-1, 1
Let k(x) be the first derivative of 2 + 1/10*x**2 - 2/25*x**5 - 1/30*x**6 + 0*x**4 + 0*x + 2/15*x**3. Solve k(f) = 0.
-1, 0, 1
Let c(j) be the third derivative of -j**8/1176 - j**7/735 + j**6/84 - j**5/70 - 33*j**2 - 1. What is t in c(t) = 0?
-3, 0, 1
Let n be 8/20 + 0/(6/(-2)). Let -n*w**2 - 8/5 + 8/5*w = 0. Calculate w.
2
Let y be (3 + -2)/(0 + 3). Let c be (-1)/6 - (-2)/4. Factor -1/3*s**4 - c*s**3 + 1/3*s + 0 + y*s**2.
-s*(s - 1)*(s + 1)**2/3
Let z(g) = -3*g**2 + 10*g - 4. Suppose -5*l - 13 + 38 = 0. Let w(r) = -3*r**2 + 11*r - 5. Let t(x) = l*z(x) - 4*w(x). Find q such that t(q) = 0.
0, 2
Let i(a) be the second derivative of 0*a**2 + 1/30*a**6 + 3/10*a**5 + 0*a**3 + 8*a + 0 + 3/4*a**4. Factor i(f).
f**2*(f + 3)**2
Let t(w) be the third derivative of 0*w + 1/168*w**8 + 4*w**2 - 2/105*w**7 - 1/12*w**4 + 0*w**3 + 0*w**6 + 0 + 1/15*w**5. Suppose t(h) = 0. What is h?
-1, 0, 1
Let z(q) be the first derivative of q**5/60 - q**3/6 + q**2 - 2. Let h(w) be the second derivative of z(w). Find x such that h(x) = 0.
-1, 1
Let s(g) be the third derivative of 1/60*g**4 + 1/150*g**5 - 1/300*g**6 + 0 - 1/15*g**3 + 0*g + 2*g**2. Factor s(d).
-2*(d - 1)**2*(d + 1)/5
Let d(q) be the second derivative of -1/14*q**7 + 3/5*q**5 + 0*q**6 + 1/2*q**4 - 3/2*q**3 + 0 - 3*q**2 + 2*q. Factor d(f).
-3*(f - 2)*(f - 1)*(f + 1)**3
Let f = 1 + 1. Factor 1 - 4*x**2 - 5*x**4 - f*x**3 - 1 + 11*x**4.
2*x**2*(x - 1)*(3*x + 2)
Let g(z) be the third derivative of 0*z**3 - 4*z**2 + 1/20*z**5 + 1/4*z**4 + 0*z + 0. Solve g(v) = 0.
-2, 0
Let o(n) = -n**3 + 16*n**2 - 14*n + 6. Let z be o(15). Let s be 2*(z/15 + -1). Factor -s*q**3 + 0*q**2 + 4/5*q - 2/5*q**4 + 2/5.
-2*(q - 1)*(q + 1)**3/5
Suppose 4 = 2*u - b, -5*u + 5*b + 8 + 2 = 0. Let a(h) be the second derivative of -2*h + 0*h**u + 1/42*h**4 - 1/21*h**3 + 0. Factor a(d).
2*d*(d - 1)/7
Let o(p) = 8*p**5 - 2*p**4 + p**3 - 7*p. Let y(s) = 7*s**5 - 2*s**4 + s**3 - 6*s. Let l be 54/8 + 6/24. Let b(r) = l*y(r) - 6*o(r). Factor b(w).
w**3*(w - 1)**2
Let g(s) be the second derivative of -4*s**5/15 - s**4/9 - 17*s. Factor g(r).
-4*r**2*(4*r + 1)/3
Let d(c) = -3*c**2 + 48*c - 147. Let w(k) = -3*k**2 + 47*k - 147. Let v(a) = 5*d(a) - 6*w(a). Factor v(h).
3*(h - 7)**2
Let z(k) = 4*k**2 + 4*k + 2. Let j = -8 + 6. Let s(r) = r**2 - r - 1. Let u(i) = j*s(i) + z(i). Factor u(x).
2*(x + 1)*(x + 2)
Let m(r) be the second derivative of -2*r**7/105 + 9*r**2/2 - 7*r. Let o(c) be the first derivative of m(c). Solve o(x) = 0.
0
Factor -2/3*o**2 - 2/3 + 4/3*o**4 + 5/3*o - 1/3*o**5 - 4/3*o**3.
-(o - 2)*(o - 1)**3*(o + 1)/3
Let t(f) be the third derivative of -f**7/5040 - f**6/1080 - f**5/720 + 5*f**3/6 - 3*f**2. Let b(n) be the first derivative of t(n). Factor b(m).
-m*(m + 1)**2/6
Let q(l) = l + 3. Let p be 8 - 6 - (-1 + 6). Let u be q(p). Factor 0*h**4 - 1/2*h**5 + 1/2*h**3 + u*h**2 + 0*h + 0.
-h**3*(h - 1)*(h + 1)/2
Let t(g) = -g**3 + 21*g**2 + 23*g - 19. Let u be t(22). Factor -4/7*w + 4/7*w**u - 2/7*w**4 + 0*w**2 + 2/7.
-2*(w - 1)**3*(w + 1)/7
Determine z, given that -2/9*z + 2/9*z**3 + 2/9*z**4 - 2/9*z**2 + 0 = 0.
-1, 0, 1
Factor -4*g**2 - 6*g**3 - 9*g**4 - 2*g**2 + 3*g**2 + 6*g**4.
-3*g**2*(g + 1)**2
Suppose 4*g = y + 2*y + 2, g = y. Suppose -5*q = 3*o - 15, g*q = -q + 2*o - 10. Factor q*t + 0 + 2/3*t**2 - 2/3*t**3.
-2*t**2*(t - 1)/3
Let d(q) = -q + 10. Let w be d(8). Find j, given that j**3 - 9*j**w + 5*j + j + 2*j**3 = 0.
0, 1, 2
Let f be 1 + -6*3/(-6). Suppose -2 + f = q. Solve q*p**2 - p - 3*p + 2 + 0*p = 0 for p.
1
Suppose -6*v = -3*v - 6. Let j(c) = c**2 - 1. Let q be j(-1). Let -4/3*k - 10/3*k**3 + q + 14/3*k**v = 0. What is k?
0, 2/5, 1
Let t(i) be the first derivative of 2*i**3 + i**2/2 - i + 2. Let g(x) = -3*x. Let r be g(1). Let v(o) = 6*o**2 - 2. Let b(f) = r*v(f) + 2*t(f). Factor b(w).
-2*(w - 1)*(3*w + 2)
Let m(j) be the first derivative of 343*j**4/4 - 147*j**3 + 189*j**2/2 - 27*j - 12. Let m(k) = 0. What is k?
3/7
Let 0 - 2/3*i**3 + 0*i + 10/3*i**2 = 0. Calculate i.
0, 5
Let b = 9121/11 - 829. Suppose -b*t**3 + 0*t - 2/11*t**2 + 0 = 0. Calculate t.
-1, 0
Factor 1/3*z**2 + 0 - 1/3*z**4 - 1/3*z**3 + 1/3*z.
-z*(z - 1)*(z + 1)**2/3
Let v be 24/10 - 5/((-40)/(-16)). Determine x, given that v*x - 2/5*x**2 + 0 = 0.
0, 1
Let x be (-16)/(-18)*((-558)/4)/(-31). Find t such that -3/5*t**2 + 0 + 3/5*t**x + 0*t + 3/5*t**5 - 3/5*t**3 = 0.
-1, 0, 1
Let m be 2/(-8) + 68/16. Let o(i) = i**2 + i**m - 4*i**2 + i**3 + 1 + 2*i**2. Let d(z) = 26*z**4 + 20*z**3 - 6*z**2 + 8. Let p(r) = -d(r) + 8*o(r). Factor p(u).
-2*u**2*(3*u + 1)**2
Let z be 0 + -2 - (-21)/9. What is t in 2/3*t - 1/3*t**2 - z = 0?
1
Solve -y + 5/4*y**3 + 2 - 1/4*y**4 - 3/2*y**2 = 0 for y.
-1, 2
Let s(d) be the third derivative of -d**8/504 + 2*d**7/315 - d**5/45 + d**4/36 + 2*d**2. Solve s(j) = 0 for j.
-1, 0, 1
Suppose 20*k - 15*k - 5*f - 35 = 0, -3*f = 4*k. Let -30/7*y - 2*y**2 - 18/7 - 2/7*y**k = 0. What is y?
-3, -1
Let r(m) = -2*m - 17 - 8*m**2 + 7*m**3 + 17. Suppose -4*k + 5 = -15. Let c(v) = -13*v**3 + 15*v**2 + 3*v. Let y(p) = k*r(p) + 3*c(p). Solve y(l) = 0.
0, 1/4, 1
Let q
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Brief report: "Quick and (not so) dirty" assessment of change in autism: cross-cultural reliability of the Developmental Disabilities CGAS and the OSU autism CGI.
There are few evaluated economic tools to assess change in autism. This study examined the inter-rater reliability of the Developmental Disabilities Children's Global Assessment Scale (DD-CGAS), and the OSU Autism Clinical Global Impression (OSU Autism CGI) in a European setting. Using these scales, 16 clinicians with multidisciplinary background and varying experience independently rated eight vignettes of autism spectrum disorder for severity and general psychosocial functioning at referral and discharge. Intraclass correlation coefficient (ICCs) for experienced clinicians were .75 for the DD-CGAS and .72 for the OSU Autism CGI. In inexperienced clinicians these ICCs were .58 and .59. Results confirm previous North American studies, and further extents the reliability of the instruments to untrained, less experienced clinicians with different professions.
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IndyCar driver Charlie Kimball tied the knot this weekend with girlfriend Kathleen Thompson, and he had a bit of help from one of his IndyCar competitors. Rather than use a regular minister to preside over the ceremony, Kimball and Thompson asked James Hinchcliffe to do the honors.
Via IndyCar.com:
“It’s something that Charlie, Kathleen and I joked about years ago, and after they got engaged they invited me to dinner and said, ‘Remember how we used to joke about you marrying us?'” Hinchcliffe said, “Well, we’ve thought about it and actually would like you to do it.'”
Hinchcliffe became licensed as a minister by taking an online course, and presided over the ceremony in Indianapolis this past weekend.
“In my mind, it’s about the greatest honor somebody could ask you to do,” Hinchcliffe said, “so, of course, I accepted.”
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Epidermal growth factor treatment switches δ-opioid receptor-stimulated extracellular signal-regulated kinases 1 and 2 signaling from an epidermal growth factor to an insulin-like growth factor-1 receptor-dependent mechanism.
δ-Opioid receptor (DOR)-induced activation of extracellular signal-regulated kinases 1 and 2 (ERK1/2) is mediated by the transactivation of epidermal growth factor (EGF) receptors. Here we demonstrate that in stably DOR-expressing human embryonic kidney (HEK) 293 (HEK/DOR) cells, down-regulation of EGF receptors by long-term EGF (0.1 μg for 18 h) treatment, but not by small interfering RNA, results in functional desensitization of EGF (10 ng/ml)-stimulated ERK1/2 signaling. In EGF receptor-desensitized (HEK/DOR(-EGFR)) cells, however, [d-Ala²,d-Leu⁵]enkephalin (1 μM) and etorphine (0.1 μM) retained their ability to stimulate ERK1/2 activation. The newly acquired signal transduction mechanism is insensitive to the EGF receptor blockers 4-(3-chloroanilino)-6,7-dimethoxyquinazoline (AG1478) and N-[4-[(3-bromophenyl)amino]-6-quinazolinyl]-2-butynamide (CL-387,785), does not involve DOR internalization and activation of the focal adhesion kinase pp125FAK, but requires matrix metalloproteinase-dependent release of soluble growth factors. A supernatant transfer assay in which conditioned growth media of opioid-treated HEK/DOR and HEK/DOR(-EGFR) "donor" cells are used to stimulate ERK1/2 activity in DOR-lacking HEK293 wild type and HEK293(-EGFR) "acceptor" cells revealed that long-term EGF treatment produces a switch in the receptor tyrosine kinase (RTK) system transactivated by opioids. Using microfluidic electrophoresis, chemical inhibitors, phosphorylation-specific antibodies, and EGF receptor-deficient Chinese hamster ovary-K1 cells, we identified the release of an insulin-like growth factor-1 (IGF-1)-like peptide and activation of IGF-1 receptors in HEK/DOR(-EGFR) cells after DOR activation. A similar switch from a neurotrophic tyrosine kinase receptor type 1 to an IGF-1 receptor-dependent ERK1/2 signaling was observed for chronically nerve growth factor-treated neuroblastoma × glioma (NG108-15) cells. These results indicate that transactivation of the dominant RTK system in a given cellular setting may represent a general feature of opioids to maintain mitogenic signaling.
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Lakshmi Hotels and Resorts is located in Kumarakom north, Kottayam. The resort is 86 km from Nedumbassery International Airport, 14 km from Kottayam railway and the KSRTC bus stand. Lakshmi Hotels and Resorts provides 8 Cottages and luxurious rooms which are fully furnished and well equipped with modern amenities. The resort has a AC beer parlour and another beer and wine parlour. The resort has an AC restaurant and an open air restaurant which serves multiple cuisines.
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Brexit day of reckoning: parliament to vote on Johnson’s deal
October 18, 2019
By William James and Kylie MacLellan
LONDON (Reuters) – Prime Minister Boris Johnson puts his last-minute Brexit deal to a vote in an extraordinary sitting of the British parliament on Saturday, a day of reckoning that could decide the course of the United Kingdom’s departure from the European Union.
More than three years since the United Kingdom voted 52-48 to be the first sovereign country to leave the European project, Johnson will try to win parliament’s approval for the divorce treaty he struck in Brussels on Thursday.
In a day of Brexit high drama, lawmakers convene for the first Saturday sitting since the 1982 Argentine invasion of the Falklands, while hundreds of thousands of people march to parliament demanding another referendum.
Johnson cast the vote in parliament as the last chance to secure an orderly Brexit. Though he is obliged by law to seek a Brexit delay if his deal falls, Johnson said the United Kingdom would still leave on Oct. 31. He didn’t explain how.
“There have been any number of false dawns. Deadlines for our departure have come and gone,” Johnson, the face of the 2016 campaign to leave the EU, wrote in Britain’s best selling newspaper, The Sun. “Today can be the day we get Brexit done.”
The so called “Super Saturday” Brexit extravaganza tops a frenetic week which saw Johnson confound his opponents by clinching a new Brexit deal only to find his Northern Irish allies oppose the deal he struck.
In a divided parliament where he has no majority and opponents are plotting maximum political damage ahead of an imminent election, Johnson must now win the support of 320 lawmakers to pass his deal through a booby-trapped legislature.
If he wins the vote, Johnson will go down in history as the leader who delivered a Brexit – for good or bad – that pulls the United Kingdom far out of the EU’s orbit.
If he fails, Johnson will face the humiliation of Brexit unraveling after repeatedly promising that he would get it done – “do or die” – by Oct. 31.
Parliament will sit from 0830 GMT on Saturday. Johnson will make a statement to lawmakers, after which there will be a debate and then votes on amendments and finally – if all goes according to the government’s plan – his deal.
‘GET BREXIT DONE’
Downing Street cast the vote as a last chance to get Brexit done with lawmakers facing the option of either approving the deal or propelling the United Kingdom to a disorderly no-deal exit that could divide the West, hurt global growth and trigger violence in Northern Ireland.
“Today we MPs (Members of Parliament) have the chance to free you from the never-ending Brexit saga and move this country forward,” Johnson wrote. “In less than two weeks, on October 31, we would be out of the EU.”
Johnson won the top job by staking his career on getting Brexit done by the latest deadline of Oct. 31 after his predecessor, Theresa May, was forced to delay the departure date. Parliament rejected her deal three times, by margins of between 58 and 230 votes earlier this year.
To win the vote, though, Johnson must persuade enough Brexit-supporting rebels in both his own Conservative Party and the opposition Labour Party to back his deal. His Northern Irish allies and the three main opposition parties oppose it.
And he must navigate a legislative jungle that his opponents are trying to booby trap with amendments that could wreck his path to Brexit.
One expelled Conservative lawmaker, Oliver Letwin, has proposed that the decision on whether to back a deal be deferred until all the legislation needed to implement the terms of the deal has been passed through parliament.
This proposal will be put to a vote at the end of Saturday’s debate if selected by Speaker John Bercow. If the amendment is approved by parliament, Johnson’s deal would not then be put to a vote on Saturday.
That would be major setback that would leave Brexit, yet again, up in the air as thousands of protesters demanding another referendum mass outside the railings of the 800-year-old parliament.
Aimed at preventing the United Kingdom from somehow dropping out of the EU without a deal, the Letwin move would in effect force Johnson to delay Brexit until all the laws needed to leave have passed through parliament’s multi-stage approval process.
Even though Johnson believes this can be achieved by Oct. 31, others think it would need a short ‘technical’ delay.
A law passed by Johnson’s opponents obliges him to ask the EU for a Brexit delay until Jan. 31 2020 unless he has secured approval for his deal by the end of Saturday.
“My aim is to ensure that Boris’s deal succeeds,” Letwin said. “But that we have an insurance policy which prevents the UK from crashing out on 31 October by mistake if something goes wrong during the passage of the implementing legislation.”
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/*
* Copyright (C) 2011 Apple Inc. All rights reserved.
*
* Redistribution and use in source and binary forms, with or without
* modification, are permitted provided that the following conditions
* are met:
* 1. Redistributions of source code must retain the above copyright
* notice, this list of conditions and the following disclaimer.
* 2. Redistributions in binary form must reproduce the above copyright
* notice, this list of conditions and the following disclaimer in the
* documentation and/or other materials provided with the distribution.
*
* THIS SOFTWARE IS PROVIDED BY APPLE INC. AND ITS CONTRIBUTORS ``AS IS''
* AND ANY EXPRESS OR IMPLIED WARRANTIES, INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO,
* THE IMPLIED WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY AND FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR
* PURPOSE ARE DISCLAIMED. IN NO EVENT SHALL APPLE INC. OR ITS CONTRIBUTORS
* BE LIABLE FOR ANY DIRECT, INDIRECT, INCIDENTAL, SPECIAL, EXEMPLARY, OR
* CONSEQUENTIAL DAMAGES (INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO, PROCUREMENT OF
* SUBSTITUTE GOODS OR SERVICES; LOSS OF USE, DATA, OR PROFITS; OR BUSINESS
* INTERRUPTION) HOWEVER CAUSED AND ON ANY THEORY OF LIABILITY, WHETHER IN
* CONTRACT, STRICT LIABILITY, OR TORT (INCLUDING NEGLIGENCE OR OTHERWISE)
* ARISING IN ANY WAY OUT OF THE USE OF THIS SOFTWARE, EVEN IF ADVISED OF
* THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH DAMAGE.
*/
#ifndef DoublyLinkedList_h
#define DoublyLinkedList_h
namespace WTF {
template <typename Node> class DoublyLinkedList {
public:
DoublyLinkedList();
bool isEmpty();
Node* head();
void append(Node*);
void remove(Node*);
private:
Node* m_head;
Node* m_tail;
};
template <typename Node> inline DoublyLinkedList<Node>::DoublyLinkedList()
: m_head(0)
, m_tail(0)
{
}
template <typename Node> inline bool DoublyLinkedList<Node>::isEmpty()
{
return !m_head;
}
template <typename Node> inline Node* DoublyLinkedList<Node>::head()
{
return m_head;
}
template <typename Node> inline void DoublyLinkedList<Node>::append(Node* node)
{
if (!m_tail) {
ASSERT(!m_head);
m_head = node;
m_tail = node;
node->setPrev(0);
node->setNext(0);
return;
}
ASSERT(m_head);
m_tail->setNext(node);
node->setPrev(m_tail);
node->setNext(0);
m_tail = node;
}
template <typename Node> inline void DoublyLinkedList<Node>::remove(Node* node)
{
if (node->prev()) {
ASSERT(node != m_head);
node->prev()->setNext(node->next());
} else {
ASSERT(node == m_head);
m_head = node->next();
}
if (node->next()) {
ASSERT(node != m_tail);
node->next()->setPrev(node->prev());
} else {
ASSERT(node == m_tail);
m_tail = node->prev();
}
}
} // namespace WTF
using WTF::DoublyLinkedList;
#endif
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Sen. John McCain was asked if Viagra should be covered by health insurance, and the Bush Administration is making an all out attack on access to birth control, but at least one "sexual health product" has been — shockingly — determined to be a fraud.
Steve Warshak, founder of Berkeley Premium Neutraceuticals, was
convicted earlier this year on 93 counts of conspiracy, fraud and money
laundering. Federal prosecutors said the company bilked customers out
of $100 million through deceptive ads, manipulated credit-card
transactions and refusal to accept returns or cancel orders.
“This is a case about greed,” U.S. District Judge Arthur Spiegel
said. “Steven Warshak preyed on perceived sexual inadequacies of
customers.”
Warshak said: “I do feel deep remorse and would like to apologize to
any customer who ever had a bad experience with my company.”
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As some teams are busy playing postseason hockey, the Dallas Stars are preparing for next season’s run. With the Stars giving up more goals than almost everyone in the NHL, the defensive side of their game is obviously the one that needs improvements. Although I am sure it will be considered, it isn’t likely that the Stars bring in a new starting goalie. They have committed a lot to Kari Lehtonen and up until this season he was one of the better goalies in the Western Conference. That leaves the defense corps and despite improvements down the stretch, I think they are one solid defenseman away from being a true contender. Here are a few scenarios that could materialize in the offseason.
Dion Phaneuf – Toronto Maple Leafs
I don’t like this idea but it has been brought up many, many times so let’s have a look at it. Dion Phaneuf is the current captain and #1 defenseman of the Toronto Maple Leafs. Toronto just endured a tumultuous season that saw efforts being questioned and front office personnel being let go. More change is likely coming, as trade rumors have swirled around Phaneuf and all-star Phil Kessel for a majority of the season. The Dallas Stars have been identified as a potential fit for Phaneuf, so let’s break it down.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=si2-NVJwqF0
The Potential Trade: Dion Phaneuf to Dallas for Trevor Daley, Jamie Oleksiak and the 1st Round Pick (12) in this year’s NHL draft.
Why it Could Work: Like Dallas, Toronto had a tough time keeping the puck out of the net this season so they would want a servicable NHL defenseman in return. Trevor Daley fits that bill and comes in pretty cheap at a $3.3M for two more seasons. Toronto also had one of the worst powerplays in the league and Daley would certainly be able to boost that. Daley’s six powerplay goals was tied for 7th among NHL defensemen. Jamie Oleksiak brings a lot of future potential as Hockey’s Future has him ranked in the top-5 of the Dallas Stars deep prospect pool. Oleksiak has some NHL experience and could be just about ready to take on a full-time NHL role. Ultimately the Maple Leafs are rebuilding and a first round pick in this year’s deep draft is a huge asset for them as well.
The Dallas Stars are in search for a top-4 defenseman and Phaneuf would fit that role. They would want someone with a physical presence and Phaneuf had 48 more hits than the Stars top-hitting defenseman this season. Phaneuf also finished this season with more blocked shots than anyone on the Stars aside from Alex Goligoski. He would bring the edge that the Stars are looking for on the back-end.
What Could Stop the Trade: Toronto may be looking for a better asset than Jamie Oleksiak, as it was rumored during the season that they were targeting Julius Honka from Dallas. Honka was a first round pick in last year’s draft and is already rated the second-best prospect in the Stars system. He has Erik Karlsson written all over him. Jim Nill is likely not going to trade that potential away for a possible marginal upgrade. Unless Toronto retains a significant portion of Phaneuf’s salary, they won’t get Honka out of Dallas.
Jack Johnson – Columbus Blue Jackets
Jack Johnson has played O.K. for the Blue Jackets so far but something just doesn’t seem right there. He puts up points but struggles defensively at times. While that isn’t exactly what the Stars need, I think a change of scenery could go a long way for Johnson. Listed at 6’1” and 238 lbs, Johnson would become arguably the biggest and strongest defender on the Stars. There wasn’t a Columbus defenseman with more blocked shots and only Alex Goligoski had more than Johnson from a Dallas Stars standpoint. Let’s break down a deal that would bring Johnson to Dallas.
The Potential Trade: Jack Johnson to Dallas for Patrik Nemeth and the 1st Round Pick (12) in this year’s draft.
Why it Could Work: Columbus also struggled defensively this season and wasn’t a team in need of offense. Jack Johnson provided a lot of offense for them but struggled defensively at times. Like I mentioned above, I think he could use a change in scenery and his game could be changed to better suit the Stars needs. Alex Goligoski was brought in to be a scoring, puck-moving defenseman and he is now the best defender on the team. I believe that could work with Johnson as well. What the Jackets get is the 12th pick in a deep draft in which they already have the 8th pick. That allows them to load up on potential. Nemeth gives them the stay-at-home defenseman they need who has a lot of upside. The reason it works for the Stars is Jack Johnson, right now, is a significant upgrade over Nemeth. They also have a wealth of young defensemen in the system and likely will need to unload at least one player in the offseason.
What Could Stop the Trade: Columbus acquired Jack Johnson a few years ago and they may not be ready to ship him out quite yet. He certainly hasn’t played poorly for them, he just hasn’t lived up to the expectation that he can be a true #1 defenseman. He still has three years left on his deal at a pretty reasonable cap hit of under $4.5M, so the Blue Jackets will have to decide if it is worth selling him off for youth. Another non-playoff season may push Johnson out of Columbus.
Brent Seabrook – Chicago Blackhawks
Brent Seabrook is in the midst of yet another lengthy Chicago playoff run at the moment. After the season is over, however, there will be a lot of pondering to due in Chicago. Recent reports have Gary Bettman predicting the salary cap will be around $71.5M, which is just a slight jump from the current season. Both Johnathon Toews and Patrick Kane are receiving hefty raises that will see their cap hits go to $10.5M a piece. They also have restricted-free-agent-to-be Brandon Saad, who will get a nice raise after a solid season. Seabrook will be entering the final year of his deal that holds a $5.8M cap hit and Chicago may be forced to pull the trigger on a trade. Seabrook would give the Stars complete balance at the blue line with three right-handed defensemen and three left-handed defensemen. Although it is always expensive to trade within the division, Chicago’s salary cap situation may force their hand.
The Potential Trade: Brent Seabrook to Dallas for Jamie Oleksiak, Ludvig Bystrom, and a conditional 2016 2nd Round Pick (becomes a 1st round pick if Brent Seabrook re-signs in Dallas)
Why it Could Work: The Blackhawks unload a big cap hit for a ton of future potential. Oleksiak will require a new contract next season, but his play at the NHL level so far does not warrant anything too significant. Bystrom is an offensive defenseman with a lot of upside and is still under contract for two more seasons. He isn’t NHL ready quite yet but could make the leap by the time that contract expires. Add in Seabrook re-signing in Dallas (which people have shown a tendency to do lately) and the Blackhawks get a first round pick in 2016. The Blackhawks are not short of NHL defensemen now and this would give them a wealth of defensive prospects at a cheap cost, cap hit wise.
What Could Stop the Trade: The Central Division is completely unpredictable. The Stars finished 6th despite scoring the most goals in the Western Conference. The Blackhawks might be a little wary of giving a top-4 defenseman to a young team who has already shown the potential to light up opponents offensively. I think that will be the only reason the trade doesn’t work, because the Blackhawks are going to be in trouble cap-wise. They were excellent defensively this season while they actually had the second lowest scoring offense in the Central. Because of that, I don’t believe they go the route of trading offensive guys like Patrick Sharp. Seabrook is most likely on his way out, the Blackhawks will just have to decide if the return is enough to ship him to a division rival.
What Do the Dallas Stars Do?
Unlike the previous two seasons, I do not see the Stars going out and making a blockbuster deal for a player like Alex Pietrangelo or Erik Karlsson. There are very few teams in this league that possess a true #1 defensemen and quite frankly they don’t usually give them up. The Dallas Stars are in a position where the offense is so good, they just need to solidify the back-end and the net. Adding one of the above players could really stabilize the defense and allow current defensemen to play in a role they are more suited for. While none of the above-mentioned defensemen come cheap, the Stars possess the resources that would be necessary to land them. It is all in the hands of Jim Nill, who has shown to be more than capable of making bold decisions.
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Ambrosius
Ambrosius or Ambrosios (a Latin adjective derived from the Ancient Greek word ἀμβρόσιος, ambrosios "divine, immortal") may refer to:
Given name:
Ambrosius Alexandrinus, a Latinization of the name of Ambrose of Alexandria (before 212–c. 250), Egyptian theologian and saint
Saint Ambrose (Aurelius Ambrosius) (c. 340-397), bishop of Milan
Ambrosius Aurelianus, fifth-century war leader of the Romano-British
Ambrosius of Georgia (1861–1927), Catholicos Patriarch of All Georgia
Ambrosius of Optino
Ambrosius, Metropolitan of Helsinki
Ambrosius, Metropolitan of Moscow
Ambrosius (Hussite), priest, leader of Hussite peasants
Ambrosius Beber (fl. 1610–1620), German composer
Ambrosius Benson (c. 1495/1500 – 1550), Italian painter
Ambrosius Blarer (1492–1564), Swiss reformer
Ambrosius Bosschaert (1573–1621), Dutch painter
Ambrosius Bosschaert II (1609–1645), Dutch painter, son of the above
Ambrosius Bogbinder, mayor of Copenhagen (1529–36)
Ambrosius Brueghel (1617–1675), Flemish Baroque painter
Ambrosius Ehinger (c. 1500 – 1533), German conquistador
Ambrosius Gudko (1867–1918), Russian Orthodox saint and bishop
Ambrosius Francken I (1544–1618), Flemish Baroque painter
Ambrosius Francken II (1590–1632), Flemish painter, nephew of the above
Ambrosius Frobenius (1537–1602), Swiss printer and publisher
Ambrosius Haingura (1957–2000), Namibian activist and politician
Ambrosius Holbein (c. 1494 – c. 1519), German and Swiss painter, drawer and printmaker, elder brother of Hans Holbein the Younger
Ambrosius Hubrecht (1853–1915), Dutch zoologist
Ambrosius Lobwasser (1515–1585), German humanist and translator
Macrobius (fl. 5th century), Roman grammarian and philosopher (Ambrosius Theodosius Macrobius in later manuscripts)
Ambrosius Moibanus (1494–1554), German Lutheran theologian and reformer
Ambrosius Pelargus (c. 1493 – 1561), German anti-reformer Dominican theologian
Ambrosius Petruzzy (died 1652), Italian sculptor
Ambrosios Pleianthidis, Greek Orthodox metropolitan bishop
Ambrosius Stub (1705–1758), Danish poet
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Marsha Ambrosius (born 1977), English singer-songwriter
Fictional characters:
Merlin, in Arthurian legend, named Merlin Ambrosius in Godfrey of Monmouth's Historia Regum Britanniae
Ambrosius, a character in the film Labyrinth
See also
Ambrose (given name) and Ambrose (surname)
Ambrosio, a surname
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Q:
What is the Y-intercept?
In class, my math teacher was teaching us how to draw functions on a coordinate plane, and he mentioned something about the Y-Intercept being an important step in creating/solving a function. But, what exactly is a Y-Intercept?
A:
The $y$-intercept of a function $f(x)$ is the point where the function intersects the $y$-axis (if in fact it does intersect the $y$-axis) and it is found by evaluating $f(0)$, i.e., finding the value of $f(x)$ when $x = 0$.
For example,
the line $f(x) = y = 3x + 2$ intersects the $x$-axis at when $x = 0$: when $\;y = 3\cdot 0 + 2 = 2$. This is the function's y-intercept.
The parabola $f(x) = y = 2x^2 + 8$ intersects the $y$-axis when $x = 0:\;$ when $\;y = 2(0)^2 + 8 = 8$. This is the function's y-intercept.
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Complex System Failure: The Whole Is More Than the Sum of Its Parts - ITNEXT
https://itnext.io/complex-system-failure-the-whole-is-more-than-the-sum-of-its-parts-ac1ee9bc4e6c
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amelius
> there have been critical computer system bugs and defects that have resulted
> in the loss of human life such as the 346 people who died on-board the
> Boeing 737 Max 8 flights in Indonesia and Ethiopia during 2018–2019
Strange example, as that was more a consequence of a failure in management.
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jchw
Something I’ve learned from working in reliability: there is not one cause.
There is also not n causes. There is more like trees of different kinds of
causes where each node has some weight contributing to the incident. So yes,
it is a failure in management for sure, but it isn’t also not other things.
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jeffreygoesto
I could not really see a conclusion. Is there any? For the list of references,
I'd add
[http://web.mit.edu/2.75/resources/random/How%20Complex%20Sys...](http://web.mit.edu/2.75/resources/random/How%20Complex%20Systems%20Fail.pdf)
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kunkelast
These larger paragraphs are so difficult to read... The text seem to be
written for Google bot, not for real readers :(
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Ultrasound JUS-1
JUS-1 provide the most effective Continuous and Pulsed treatments in pain relief and muscle rehabilitation . It delivers 1 MHz through a unique ultrasound applicator. The effect of ultrasound via an increase in local blood flow can be used to help reduce local swelling, chronic inflammation and promote bone fracture healing.
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15 minute endgame speech changes the way you look at life
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Nairobi Stima F.C.
Nairobi Stima is an association football club based in Nairobi, Kenya. The club currently competes in the Kenyan National Super League.
History
Manager George Owoko led Nairobi Stima to an undefeated first half of the season in 2018–19, but was suspended by management in April 2019 and left the club that June. Assistant coach Evans Mafuta took over as manager.
Stima finished 3rd in 2019 and qualified for the promotion/relegation playoff, but lost to top flight Posta Rangers 3–2 on aggregate and remained in the second division. Nairobi Stima only lost two league matches that year, but missed out on promotion by goal difference to Kisumu All Stars.
Seasons
Source: RSSSF; 2017 Soccerway
Stadium
The team currently plays its home games at the 15,000-capacity Nairobi City Stadium.
References
External links
Category:Kenyan National Super League clubs
Category:FKF Division One clubs
Category:Football clubs in Kenya
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An office block has been covered with scaffolding for a staggering 11 years - because it is unsafe.
The scaffolding was erected in 2005 to support the building that was deemed unsafe by the council.
But since then the metal poles and wooden boards have remained on the outside and inside of the multi-storey building on the corner of Newton Street and Piccadilly .
A spokesman from Eastern Green Ltd, which owns the building, confirmed the works had been there since 2005.
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She was unable to go into detail, stating simply: “The scaffold is ongoing and is providing stability to the building.”
Manchester council also stated there were no immediate plans to do anything with the building and its scaffolding .
Resident Simon Tomizzi has walked past the building most days and says it looks terrible.
He said: “It’s just been there all the time I’ve been living in Manchester city centre and I had a look on streetview and it’s been there since at least 2008.
“You would think there would be a limit to how long you could have this up as it looks terrible and takes up the walkway. I’m sure whoever was developing the building probably went bust back in 2008 and the council has just left the scaffolding there.”
City centre chief Pat Karney said it was unacceptable.
Speaking to the M.E.N. about the long-standing works he said: “If it has been that length of time then it’s completely unacceptable.
“Pedestrian safety is the number one priority and is can cause an obstruction for those walking past.
“I will be contacting the owners of the building about the ongoing works.”
Manchester council has been contacted for details about the future plans for the site.
There was a similar incident earlier this year at the top of Market Street.
Hoardings were placed on the building opposite Primark on the corner of Fountain Street, now the EE phone shop, and remained there for three months.
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Manchester council threatened to take them down if work was not completed.
Work was eventually completed within the time limit.
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Endocrine Manifestations in a Monocentric Cohort of 64 Patients With Erdheim-Chester Disease.
Erdheim-Chester disease (ECD) is a rare non-Langerhans cell histiocytosis, characterized by infiltration of foamy histiocytes in multiple organs. Endocrine involvement has mostly been described in case reports. We performed systematic endocrine evaluation in a large cohort of patients with ECD. This was a single-center observational study conducted between October 2007 and May 2013. The evaluation was conducted in Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital (Paris, France), a tertiary care hospital. Sixty-four consecutive patients with ECD (sex ratio, 3.6; mean age, 57.6 years [range, 20-80 years]). Thirty-six patients had follow-up assessments. There were no interventions. Clinical, biological, and morphological evaluations of pituitary, gonadal, adrenal, and thyroid functions, as well as metabolic evaluation, were performed. Diabetes insipidus was found in 33.3% of patients, frequently as the first manifestation of ECD. Anterior pituitary dysfunction was found in 91.3% of patients with full anterior pituitary evaluation, including somatotropic deficiency (78.6%), hyperprolactinemia (44.1%), gonadotropic deficiency (22.2%), thyrotropic deficiency (9.5%), and corticotropic deficiency (3.1%). Thirty-five patients (54.7%) had ≥2 anterior pituitary dysfunctional axes, rising to 69.6% (16 of 23) when only patients with complete evaluations were considered. Two patients had panhypopituitarism. Infiltration of the pituitary and stalk was found with magnetic resonance imaging in 24.4% of patients. Testicular insufficiency was found in 53.1% of patients, with sonographic testicular infiltration in 29% of men, mostly bilateral. Computed tomography adrenal infiltration was found in 39.1% of patients, and 1 case of adrenal insufficiency was observed. No patient was free of endocrine hormonal or morphological involvement. Endocrine dysfunctions were most often permanent, and new deficits appeared during follow-up. Endocrine involvement is very frequent in ECD and should be evaluated carefully at diagnosis and during follow-up.
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The genius behind the music of the first six Star Wars movies has been attached to Star Wars Episode VII since the beginning, but his involvement with the project has hardly been discussed since filming began. However, as shooting comes to a close on the newest installment of the series, word has it that John Williams will begin recording the soundtrack to the film.
From Making Star Wars:
Facebook user Chris Kowalski sent us this tidbit that Williams spoke about upcoming work on Star Wars: Episode VII last night. Here’s what Chris had to say: “Went to see John Williams conduct the Milwaukee symphony last night and he confirmed he is starting work on EP VII in 2 weeks!”
Williams’s statement that the score is about to be recorded for the film most likely means that shooting is nearly over.
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The midterm elections ushered in a record number of LGBTQ people to elected office. But long before that “rainbow wave” — and before it was even a ripple — Sen. Tammy Baldwin of Wisconsin, an out lesbian, was slowly chipping away at glass ceilings once thought unbreakable.
Baldwin, who was first elected to political office more than three decades ago at 24, became in 1999 the first gay woman and the first openly LGBTQ nonincumbent elected to Congress. Then in 2012, she made history as the first LGBTQ person elected to the Senate. And last month — despite being a top target for national Republicans and enduring over a year of attack ads— Baldwin won re-election to a second term in a landslide.
“Wisconsin voters resented that,” Baldwin said of the outside money that poured into her state. “I think they were deeply suspect of outside special interests with their own agenda spending so much money to try to buy a Senate seat that it kind of backfired.”
Sen. Tammy Baldwin, D-Wis., celebrates winning re-election last month with supporters in Madison, Wisconsin. Steve Apps / Wisconsin State Journal via AP
Baldwin also credited grassroots activism like she’d “never seen before” with energizing progressive voters in the state.
“Partly in response to the 2016 election, people said, ‘Oh my goodness, this isn’t what we expected. We are not going to be spectators anymore,’” Baldwin said in an interview with NBC News on Dec. 6 at the Victory Institute's International LGBTQ Leaders Conference in Washington.
“A lot of that energy was harnessed first to work on issues and fight back against the Trump agenda in Washington and the Walker agenda in Wisconsin, but part of it then became very focused on winning elections," she said, referring to Gov. Scott Walker, the outgoing Republican.
Baldwin said this desire to get off the sidelines and “be active” inspired people, particularly from the LGBTQ community, to not just organize and speak out but also to run for office. The Victory Institute, which trains and tracks LGBTQ political hopefuls, reported that more than 600 lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and queer candidates ran this year, approximately 432 made it to the general election and an estimated 244 emerged victorious on Nov. 6.
“People were very frightened about turning back the clock on so many things that we’d made progress on,” Baldwin explained. “The LGBTQ community was no exception in saying, ‘We can’t be spectators, we can’t take for granted this rapid progress we’ve seen in the previous administration.'”
"I really worried that I might have this choice between being honest about who I am and running for office ... I remember the time and the moment where I realized I could have both."
Baldwin said the success of these candidates, who had a 56.5 percent win rate in the general election, was due, in part, to their refusal to be “stereotyped or typecast as just being LGBTQ candidates running on an LGBTQ agenda.”
“Our candidates made the case that they’re fighting for everyone,” Baldwin stressed. “They were making the case to their voters, ‘I am here to fight for you and to fight for all of us to be able to get ahead economically, to be able to have fair treatment.’ I think that was one of the winning combinations.”
As one of the highest-ranking openly gay elected officials in the country, Baldwin is undoubtedly seen as a role model by many in the community, given that only 0.12 percent of elected officials across the U.S. are estimated to be openly LGBTQ. When asked whether this responsibility was ever a burden, Baldwin said it had been challenge earlier in her career finding a balance with the demands of her high-profile day job, but that at this stage it was just a “great honor.”
“Once you’ve been elected to office, high office especially, you do get to be a role model whether you want to or not,” she said laughingly. “I’m just overjoyed when I hear a story from, say, a young person who’s thinking about running for office who said, ‘You know, I kind of thought I couldn’t do it, and then I read about you, and I read about some of the wonderful path-makers in our community, and now I’m doing it.’ That is an amazing feeling. I think we just need more and more role models to show it’s not something exceptional.”
So, what advice does Baldwin have for those who want to keep the “rainbow wave” going in the next election?
“One of the most amazing experiences of my life has been the ability to work from within a legislative body to build majorities, to change minds and hearts, and to bring people to the place where they're proud to call themselves fighters for equity and equality,” Baldwin said.
But she added that she didn’t always think that the successful career she ended up building for herself would be possible.
“I really worried that I might have this choice between being honest about who I am and running for office,” she recalled. “I remember the time and the moment where I realized I could have both. Right? I could be totally honest about who I am, and I can run for office, and I can win.”
She described that moment as “very freeing” and said it enabled her to better connect with her constituents.
“Voters see immediately if you're authentic or if you're hiding something, if you have integrity or you're parsing your words too carefully,” she explained. Being honest about who you are, she added, “can even be viewed as an asset or an advantage from that perspective of courage, integrity and honesty.”
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