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+The Cask of Amontillado
+
+
+by
+
+Edgar Allan Poe
+
+
+
+The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but
+when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge.  You, who so well know
+the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance
+to a threat.  _At length_ I would be avenged; this was a point definitely
+settled--but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved,
+precluded the idea of risk.  I must not only punish, but punish with
+impunity.  A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its
+redresser.  It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make
+himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
+
+It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given
+Fortunato cause to doubt my good will.  I continued, as was my wont, to
+smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile _now_ was at
+the thought of his immolation.
+
+He had a weak point--this Fortunato--although in other regards he was a
+man to be respected and even feared.  He prided himself on his
+connoisseurship in wine.  Few Italians have the true virtuoso spirit.
+For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the time and
+opportunity--to practise imposture upon the British and Austrian
+_millionaires_.  In painting and gemmary, Fortunato, like his countrymen,
+was a quack--but in the matter of old wines he was sincere.  In this
+respect I did not differ from him materially: I was skillful in the
+Italian vintages myself, and bought largely whenever I could.
+
+It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the
+carnival season, that I encountered my friend.  He accosted me with
+excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much.  The man wore motley.
+He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and his head was
+surmounted by the conical cap and bells.  I was so pleased to see him,
+that I thought I should never have done wringing his hand.
+
+I said to him--"My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met.  How remarkably
+well you are looking to-day!  But I have received a pipe of what passes
+for Amontillado, and I have my doubts."
+
+"How?" said he.  "Amontillado?  A pipe?  Impossible!  And in the middle
+of the carnival!"
+
+"I have my doubts," I replied; "and I was silly enough to pay the full
+Amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. You were not to
+be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain."
+
+"Amontillado!"
+
+"I have my doubts."
+
+"Amontillado!"
+
+"And I must satisfy them."
+
+"Amontillado!"
+
+"As you are engaged, I am on my way to Luchesi.  If any one has a
+critical turn, it is he.  He will tell me--"
+
+"Luchesi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry."
+
+"And yet some fools will have it that his taste is a match for your
+own."
+
+"Come, let us go."
+
+"Whither?"
+
+"To your vaults."
+
+"My friend, no; I will not impose upon your good nature.  I perceive
+you have an engagement.  Luchesi--"
+
+"I have no engagement;--come."
+
+"My friend, no.  It is not the engagement, but the severe cold with
+which I perceive you are afflicted.  The vaults are insufferably damp.
+They are encrusted with nitre."
+
+"Let us go, nevertheless.  The cold is merely nothing. Amontillado!
+You have been imposed upon.  And as for Luchesi, he cannot distinguish
+Sherry from Amontillado."
+
+Thus speaking, Fortunato possessed himself of my arm. Putting on a mask
+of black silk, and drawing a _roquelaire_ closely about my person, I
+suffered him to hurry me to my palazzo.
+
+There were no attendants at home; they had absconded to make merry in
+honour of the time.  I had told them that I should not return until the
+morning, and had given them explicit orders not to stir from the house.
+These orders were sufficient, I well knew, to insure their immediate
+disappearance, one and all, as soon as my back was turned.
+
+I took from their sconces two flambeaux, and giving one to Fortunato,
+bowed him through several suites of rooms to the archway that led into
+the vaults.  I passed down a long and winding staircase, requesting him
+to be cautious as he followed. We came at length to the foot of the
+descent, and stood together on the damp ground of the catacombs of the
+Montresors.
+
+The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap jingled
+as he strode.
+
+"The pipe," said he.
+
+"It is farther on," said I; "but observe the white web-work which
+gleams from these cavern walls."
+
+He turned towards me, and looked into my eyes with two filmy orbs that
+distilled the rheum of intoxication.
+
+"Nitre?" he asked, at length.
+
+"Nitre," I replied.  "How long have you had that cough?"
+
+"Ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh!
+ugh! ugh!"
+
+My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes.
+
+"It is nothing," he said, at last.
+
+"Come," I said, with decision, "we will go back; your health is
+precious.  You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as
+once I was.  You are a man to be missed.  For me it is no matter.  We
+will go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be responsible.  Besides,
+there is Luchesi--"
+
+"Enough," he said; "the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me.
+I shall not die of a cough."
+
+"True--true," I replied; "and, indeed, I had no intention of alarming
+you unnecessarily--but you should use all proper caution. A draught of
+this Medoc will defend us from the damps."
+
+Here I knocked off the neck of a bottle which I drew from a long row of
+its fellows that lay upon the mould.
+
+"Drink," I said, presenting him the wine.
+
+He raised it to his lips with a leer.  He paused and nodded to me
+familiarly, while his bells jingled.
+
+"I drink," he said, "to the buried that repose around us."
+
+"And I to your long life."
+
+He again took my arm, and we proceeded.
+
+"These vaults," he said, "are extensive."
+
+"The Montresors," I replied, "were a great and numerous family."
+
+"I forget your arms."
+
+"A huge human foot d'or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a serpent
+rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel."
+
+"And the motto?"
+
+"_Nemo me impune lacessit_."
+
+"Good!" he said.
+
+The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled.  My own fancy grew
+warm with the Medoc.  We had passed through walls of piled bones, with
+casks and puncheons intermingling, into the inmost recesses of
+catacombs.  I paused again, and this time I made bold to seize
+Fortunato by an arm above the elbow.
+
+"The nitre!" I said; "see, it increases.  It hangs like moss upon the
+vaults.  We are below the river's bed.  The drops of moisture trickle
+among the bones.  Come, we will go back ere it is too late.  Your
+cough--"
+
+"It is nothing," he said; "let us go on.  But first, another draught of
+the Medoc."
+
+I broke and reached him a flagon of De Grave.  He emptied it at a
+breath.  His eyes flashed with a fierce light.  He laughed and threw
+the bottle upwards with a gesticulation I did not understand.
+
+I looked at him in surprise.  He repeated the movement--a grotesque one.
+
+"You do not comprehend?" he said.
+
+"Not I," I replied.
+
+"Then you are not of the brotherhood."
+
+"How?"
+
+"You are not of the masons."
+
+"Yes, yes," I said; "yes, yes."
+
+"You?  Impossible!  A mason?"
+
+"A mason," I replied.
+
+"A sign," he said, "a sign."
+
+"It is this," I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the folds of
+my _roquelaire_.
+
+"You jest," he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces.  "But let us proceed
+to the Amontillado."
+
+"Be it so," I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak and again
+offering him my arm.  He leaned upon it heavily.  We continued our
+route in search of the Amontillado.  We passed through a range of low
+arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep
+crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to
+glow than flame.
+
+At the most remote end of the crypt there appeared another less
+spacious.  Its walls had been lined with human remains, piled to the
+vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Paris.  Three
+sides of this interior crypt were still ornamented in this manner.
+From the fourth side the bones had been thrown down, and lay
+promiscuously upon the earth, forming at one point a mound of some
+size.  Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of the bones, we
+perceived a still interior recess, in depth about four feet in width
+three, in height six or seven.  It seemed to have been constructed for
+no especial use within itself, but formed merely the interval between
+two of the colossal supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was
+backed by one of their circumscribing walls of solid granite.
+
+It was in vain that Fortunato, uplifting his dull torch, endeavoured to
+pry into the depth of the recess.  Its termination the feeble light did
+not enable us to see.
+
+"Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado.  As for Luchesi--"
+
+"He is an ignoramus," interrupted my friend, as he stepped unsteadily
+forward, while I followed immediately at his heels.  In an instant he
+had reached the extremity of the niche, and finding his progress
+arrested by the rock, stood stupidly bewildered.  A moment more and I
+had fettered him to the granite.  In its surface were two iron staples,
+distant from each other about two feet, horizontally.  From one of
+these depended a short chain, from the other a padlock.  Throwing the
+links about his waist, it was but the work of a few seconds to secure
+it.  He was too much astounded to resist.  Withdrawing the key I
+stepped back from the recess.
+
+"Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feeling the
+nitre.  Indeed, it is _very_ damp.  Once more let me _implore_ you to
+return.  No?  Then I must positively leave you.  But I must first
+render you all the little attentions in my power."
+
+"The Amontillado!" ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered from his
+astonishment.
+
+"True," I replied; "the Amontillado."
+
+As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which
+I have before spoken.  Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered a quantity
+of building stone and mortar.  With these materials and with the aid of
+my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance of the niche.
+
+I had scarcely laid the first tier of the masonry when I discovered
+that the intoxication of Fortunato had in a great measure worn off. The
+earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth
+of the recess.  It was _not_ the cry of a drunken man. There was then a
+long and obstinate silence.  I laid the second tier, and the third, and
+the fourth; and then I heard the furious vibrations of the chain.  The
+noise lasted for several minutes, during which, that I might hearken to
+it with the more satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon
+the bones. When at last the clanking subsided, I resumed the trowel,
+and finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh
+tier.  The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast.  I again
+paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw a few
+feeble rays upon the figure within.
+
+A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the
+throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back.  For a
+brief moment I hesitated--I trembled.  Unsheathing my rapier, I began
+to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant
+reassured me.  I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs,
+and felt satisfied.  I reapproached the wall; I replied to the yells of
+him who clamoured.  I re-echoed--I aided--I surpassed them in volume
+and in strength.  I did this, and the clamourer grew still.
+
+It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close.  I had
+completed the eighth, the ninth, and the tenth tier.  I had finished a
+portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a single stone
+to be fitted and plastered in.  I struggled with its weight; I placed
+it partially in its destined position.  But now there came from out the
+niche a low laugh that erected the hairs upon my head.  It was
+succeeded by a sad voice, which I had difficulty in recognizing as that
+of the noble Fortunato.  The voice said--
+
+"Ha! ha! ha!--he! he! he!--a very good joke indeed--an excellent jest.
+We shall have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo--he! he!
+he!--over our wine--he! he! he!"
+
+"The Amontillado!" I said.
+
+"He! he! he!--he! he! he!--yes, the Amontillado.  But is it not getting
+late?  Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato
+and the rest?  Let us be gone."
+
+"Yes," I said, "let us be gone."
+
+"_For the love of God, Montresor!_"
+
+"Yes," I said, "for the love of God!"
+
+But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply.  I grew impatient.
+I called aloud--
+
+"Fortunato!"
+
+No answer.  I called again--
+
+"Fortunato--"
+
+No answer still.  I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and
+let it fall within.  There came forth in reply only a jingling of the
+bells.  My heart grew sick on account of the dampness of the catacombs.
+I hastened to make an end of my labour.  I forced the last stone into
+its position; I plastered it up.  Against the new masonry I re-erected
+the old rampart of bones.  For the half of a century no mortal has
+disturbed them.  _In pace requiescat!_
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Cask of Amontillado, by Edgar Allan Poe
+
+
+
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+The Masque of the Red Death
+
+by Edgar Allan Poe
+
+
+The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had
+ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the
+redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness,
+and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains
+upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban
+which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And
+the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents
+of half an hour.
+
+But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his
+dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale
+and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and
+with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This
+was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince’s
+own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This
+wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and
+massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of
+ingress nor egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within.
+The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid
+defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the
+meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the
+appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there
+were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine.
+All these and security were within. Without was the “Red Death”.
+
+It was towards the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and
+while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospero
+entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual
+magnificence.
+
+It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of the rooms
+in which it was held. These were seven—an imperial suite. In many
+palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding
+doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the
+whole extent is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very different, as might
+have been expected from the duke’s love of the _bizarre_. The
+apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little
+more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at every twenty or thirty
+yards, and at each turn a novel effect. To the right and left, in the middle of
+each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed corridor
+which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass
+whose colour varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of
+the chamber into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for
+example in blue—and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was
+purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The
+third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished
+and lighted with orange—the fifth with white—the sixth with violet.
+The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung
+all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet
+of the same material and hue. But in this chamber only, the colour of the
+windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were
+scarlet—a deep blood colour. Now in no one of the seven apartments was
+there any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay
+scattered to and fro or depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind
+emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the
+corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite to each window, a
+heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire, that projected its rays through the
+tinted glass and so glaringly illumined the room. And thus were produced a
+multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in the western or black
+chamber the effect of the fire-light that streamed upon the dark hangings
+through the blood-tinted panes, was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so
+wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of
+the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all.
+
+It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a
+gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy,
+monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and
+the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a
+sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so
+peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of
+the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to
+harken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions;
+and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and, while the
+chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and
+the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused
+reverie or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter
+at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as
+if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the
+other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar
+emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes, (which embrace three
+thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies,) there came yet
+another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and
+tremulousness and meditation as before.
+
+But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel. The tastes
+of the duke were peculiar. He had a fine eye for colours and effects. He
+disregarded the _decora_ of mere fashion. His plans were bold and fiery,
+and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are some who would have
+thought him mad. His followers felt that he was not. It was necessary to hear
+and see and touch him to be _sure_ that he was not.
+
+He had directed, in great part, the movable embellishments of the seven
+chambers, upon occasion of this great _fête_; and it was his own guiding
+taste which had given character to the masqueraders. Be sure they were
+grotesque. There were much glare and glitter and piquancy and
+phantasm—much of what has been since seen in “Hernani”. There
+were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There were
+delirious fancies such as the madman fashions. There were much of the
+beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the _bizarre_, something of the
+terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro
+in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And
+these—the dreams—writhed in and about taking hue from the rooms,
+and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps.
+And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the
+velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice
+of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the
+chime die away—they have endured but an instant—and a light,
+half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now again the music
+swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever,
+taking hue from the many tinted windows through which stream the rays from the
+tripods. But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven, there are
+now none of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there
+flows a ruddier light through the blood-coloured panes; and the blackness of
+the sable drapery appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable carpet,
+there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic
+than any which reaches _their_ ears who indulged in the more remote
+gaieties of the other apartments.
+
+But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly
+the heart of life. And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there
+commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased,
+as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was
+an uneasy cessation of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes
+to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that
+more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the
+thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus too, it happened, perhaps, that
+before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there
+were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the
+presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no single
+individual before. And the rumour of this new presence having spread itself
+whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or
+murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise—then, finally, of
+terror, of horror, and of disgust.
+
+In an assembly of phantasms such as I have painted, it may well be supposed
+that no ordinary appearance could have excited such sensation. In truth the
+masquerade licence of the night was nearly unlimited; but the figure in
+question had out-Heroded Herod, and gone beyond the bounds of even the
+prince’s indefinite decorum. There are chords in the hearts of the most
+reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost,
+to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest
+can be made. The whole company, indeed, seemed now deeply to feel that in the
+costume and bearing of the stranger neither wit nor propriety existed. The
+figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of
+the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble
+the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had
+difficulty in detecting the cheat. And yet all this might have been endured, if
+not approved, by the mad revellers around. But the mummer had gone so far as to
+assume the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in
+_blood_—and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was
+besprinkled with the scarlet horror.
+
+When the eyes of the Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image (which, with
+a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its role, stalked to
+and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed, in the first moment
+with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste; but, in the next, his brow
+reddened with rage.
+
+“Who dares,”—he demanded hoarsely of the courtiers who stood
+near him—“who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? Seize
+him and unmask him—that we may know whom we have to hang, at sunrise,
+from the battlements!”
+
+It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince Prospero as he
+uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven rooms loudly and clearly,
+for the prince was a bold and robust man, and the music had become hushed at
+the waving of his hand.
+
+It was in the blue room where stood the prince, with a group of pale courtiers
+by his side. At first, as he spoke, there was a slight rushing movement of this
+group in the direction of the intruder, who at the moment was also near at
+hand, and now, with deliberate and stately step, made closer approach to the
+speaker. But from a certain nameless awe with which the mad assumptions of the
+mummer had inspired the whole party, there were found none who put forth hand
+to seize him; so that, unimpeded, he passed within a yard of the prince’s
+person; and, while the vast assembly, as if with one impulse, shrank from the
+centres of the rooms to the walls, he made his way uninterruptedly, but with
+the same solemn and measured step which had distinguished him from the first,
+through the blue chamber to the purple—through the purple to the
+green—through the green to the orange—through this again to the
+white—and even thence to the violet, ere a decided movement had been made
+to arrest him. It was then, however, that the Prince Prospero, maddening with
+rage and the shame of his own momentary cowardice, rushed hurriedly through the
+six chambers, while none followed him on account of a deadly terror that had
+seized upon all. He bore aloft a drawn dagger, and had approached, in rapid
+impetuosity, to within three or four feet of the retreating figure, when the
+latter, having attained the extremity of the velvet apartment, turned suddenly
+and confronted his pursuer. There was a sharp cry—and the dagger dropped
+gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterwards, fell
+prostrate in death the Prince Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of
+despair, a throng of the revellers at once threw themselves into the black
+apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and
+motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror
+at finding the grave cerements and corpse-like mask, which they handled with so
+violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.
+
+And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a
+thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed
+halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And
+the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the
+flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held
+illimitable dominion over all.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+Copyright (c) 2003 by John Moncure Wetterau
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+The Book With
+
+   The Yellow Cover
+
+
+
+
+John Moncure Wetterau
+
+
+
+
+
+(c) copyright 2003 by John Moncure Wetterau.
+
+This work is licensed under the Creative Commons
+Attribution-NoDerivs-NonCommercial License. Essentially, anyone is free
+to copy, distribute, or perform this copyrighted work for
+non-commercial uses only, so long as the work is preserved verbatim and
+is attributed to the author.  To view a copy of this license, visit:
+http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd-nc/1.0/ or send a letter to:
+Creative Commons
+559 Nathan Abbott Way
+Stanford, California 94305, USA.
+
+ISBN #: 0-9729587-0-3
+
+Published by:
+Fox Print Books
+137 Emery Street
+Portland, ME 04102
+
+foxprintbooks@earthlink.net
+207.775.6860
+
+
+
+Some of these poems first appeared in: Poetry East-West, The Maine
+Sunday Telegram, The Maine Times, Nostoc, Backwoods Broadsides,
+H.O.M.E., Headcheese, Chants, Backwoods Broadsides Chaplet Series, Café
+Review, and To Keep You Company.
+
+
+
+
+for w.cat
+
+
+
+
+I had a book of Chinese and Japanese poems that I gave to a friend on
+the west coast. It was a very small book with a yellow cover, stapled
+together. No adornments. Just the poems, alive after hundreds of years.
+    J.M.W.
+
+
+
+
+The Japanese Mason
+
+Without haste, gathering
+scrape of the trowel,
+slap of cement,
+reaching for a block,
+setting and tapping it level,
+turning with the wheelbarrow,
+graceful, sweating,
+freed
+of every moment.
+
+                      Kauai
+
+
+
+
+Sweet Hawaii
+
+Even if somebody did steal
+my battery, generator, oil cap,
+visegrips last night,
+I passed the test to be a taxi driver,
+and even if I don't have the money
+to buy a _Charley's Taxi_ shirt,
+congratulations to me.
+I'll figure something out.
+I'll have coffee in _Everybody's Bake Shop; _
+I'll write Varve and Finn,
+tell them I love them,
+tell them sweet Hawaii
+going to be our new home.
+
+                              Honolulu
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Bus Stop
+
+14, eyes of a deer
+       in bamboo.
+
+16, heavier, going to school
+       without her books.
+
+                  King Street
+                  Honolulu
+
+
+
+
+For Rob
+
+Handsome Rob.
+Half the women hate you;
+the other half
+will give you anything.
+Deep in Nam:
+your buddy shot, tracheotomy.
+"He died happy," you told me,
+"he believed I was going to
+save him."
+Perhaps he knew
+he would lie in your arms
+forever.
+
+
+
+
+
+Too Big
+
+Listening to Schubert
+while Great-Aunt Hannah
+embroiders on the wall,
+and darkness closes--
+what have we come to?
+We've gone wrong,
+too big
+to find our way by song,
+light
+falling on a face
+and handkerchief,
+illumination
+in the manner
+of Rembrandt.
+
+
+
+Peter's Answer
+
+Little Blue Heron, young, still white,
+by the north causeway bridge--
+stick legs, too thin
+for the swelling body,
+the visual weight of feathers,
+stepping slowly in shallow water,
+long toes trailing limply, then
+extending, three splayed forward,
+one back. Brilliant neck
+curving, poised. Dagger beak
+the same gray as legs and toes.
+Why is nature beautiful?
+The lust for pattern, Peter said.
+The heron's head rose and twisted,
+circular eye, light brown, orange
+rimmed, ancient intelligence
+asking a different question.
+I was unmoving, not dangerous.
+The heron turned to hunt,
+brush, a cloud above the river.
+
+       New Smyrna Beach,
+       Florida
+
+
+
+
+Wally's Poem
+
+Dolphins surge up and under.
+Mozart's soprano
+stitches the heart together.
+Washes for a watercolor.
+
+An ant crosses my foot.
+Wallace Klitgaard;
+_Epitome of Splendor_--
+ants, sun, one's lot.
+He typed it himself,
+showed it to me on the bus
+38 years ago.
+He was grinning,
+the glad no age
+that we become, bent
+to making clumsy prayer.
+
+
+
+
+Morning, Maine Honolulu
+
+Early mist breaking
+on low tide, mud smell.
+Ducks, the small birds,
+the rooster down the road
+begin to sing the air,
+the light, the whole
+enormous chance
+
+grateful as the old people
+reclaiming Pauahi Street,
+seeing each other in doorways
+after the night.
+
+
+
+
+I Would
+
+In 1948
+I walked all the way
+to 14th Street
+to buy a bow and arrow.
+It was 30 cents; I had 29.
+
+The woman sold it to me anyway
+and I was free and happy
+on Sixth Avenue
+as any Indian.
+
+If I could find her tonight,
+I would keep death far away.
+
+
+For Anita Bartlett,
+Too Late
+
+Why cannot blue be enough?
+Light in the sky, dark in the sea,
+the shades between.
+The green of fields,
+red clover, buttercups.
+Bridal white of apple blossoms,
+burial earth, hawk's feather, snakeskin.
+Monarchs, Anita,
+feeding on purple aster,
+fluttering up,
+sun glowing orange, brown, bronze
+through black edged wings, twenty
+joining twenty joining a hundred,
+down, up, over, from
+color to color
+to Mexico.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Clouds booming over
+the washed woods,
+blue sun, Finn eats
+chop suey from a pot
+while I shave.
+Six months to dismantle
+the dead rooms of a marriage,
+down to a borrowed tent,
+patches of snow, and invisibly,
+all around us, sap rising
+in its own sweet time.
+
+                   April, Maine
+
+
+
+
+
+Alexis
+
+Icons, coal mines, Ten Mile Creek,
+the Monongahela,
+a long way to this house
+by the Kennebec,
+sitting erect,
+brushing your hair,
+fire and peace in your cheeks,
+preparing for the further
+steppes of feeling.
+
+
+
+Back In Town
+
+Billy Frailly's got a new shirt,
+shaved and walking down the road
+ready for anything.
+When I was in fifth grade
+Billy powered his bike up Church Hill
+(black Stetson, yellow kerchief).
+I helped him shovel out Mrs. Cowell's
+parking place. He did most of the work,
+but he split the money fifty-fifty.
+He's an outcast now;
+no frontier he can reach.
+But he's not crying, and we know
+there is no virtue, only consequence
+and the sometimes music
+of a new shirt.
+
+                   Woodstock
+
+
+
+
+Bluejay Feather
+
+Bluejay feather
+in the grass.
+Something was here
+once,
+A flash of color,
+a harsh cry,
+and it was gone.
+The feather remains:
+tough, precise,
+useful
+
+               For Sylvester
+               On his 40th
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Talking To Myself
+
+Early dark blue, one jet trail
+arching past Venus,
+snow coming tomorrow.
+My mother,
+unable to move.
+Hit it down the road, seven hours,
+stand by her bed,
+acknowledge the bond of blood,
+the sensitivity
+she could never handle,
+that I have ridden to beauty
+beyond all expectation.
+
+
+
+
+Wilson Street
+
+Low gray sky.
+Cold. Still.
+Christmas tree upside down,
+tinsel on dirty snow.
+A yellow balloon
+bounces slowly
+across Wilson Street.
+A black cat
+glides three steps up,
+turns in a doorway.
+
+                 Portland
+
+
+
+On Looking At A Mediocre Painting
+
+Thin paint. No passion.
+We would agree, I know,
+although we met only once--
+some things are in the blood.
+Mustard, orange, navy blue
+around a fake significance.
+
+The loss of Ireland, the 19th century,
+what were you to do?
+
+Fuck the beautiful, the gifted
+(my mother before she went crazy);
+leave the clanging cockroach cold
+behind (Bobby);
+find the best (Pollock, Kline,
+Noguchi, Nakian),
+live uptown (Kevin);
+die finally.
+
+Well, ashes to ashes then.
+
+But the three of us--your sons,
+scattered to separate lives--
+one way or another
+we carry you on,
+this eye,
+this fist within.
+
+                      Sean
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Every Moment
+
+Sun warms
+one side of the alley.
+A young woman smiles at me,
+surprised by her new beauty.
+Sex, tenderness, cobblestones.
+Once I was a Venetian
+with my last gold coin.
+Once I broke my vows
+and left the Order.
+Arms around her legs,
+the blue milk crate
+on which she sits, the
+kitchen door propped open
+with a mop--every moment
+like this.
+
+                Portland
+
+
+
+
+For Tamey
+
+Drove over the bridge today,
+saw the water far below
+and once again imagined
+your last jump--
+desperation, pain, relief,
+a twist of gallantry
+across your face,
+your final bow to the truth
+you always told me to tell.
+You sure as hell saved my life.
+Tamey, I could never say goodbye.
+I miss you. I wish
+you could have played with Finnegan.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Rough cloth,
+the gathering of giant ferns
+woven together, supple, bending,
+energy moving up your spine,
+mind dancing in the night,
+Palm Tree Exercise.
+
+                     Kailua
+
+
+
+The Early Ones
+
+Black night turns dark blue,
+a wedge of lighter blue,
+dim gray.
+Outposts on the beach
+become aware of each other:
+narrow stones
+aligned to the east,
+grouped around a driftwood stick
+sixteen inches high.
+In an hour--
+sheltered by grass, overhanging
+edge of the continent--
+they will cast long thin shadows;
+they will be first,
+brave against the day.
+
+For an anonymous sculptor,
+Crescent Beach, Maine
+
+
+
+
+
+Warm Sake
+
+Warm sake, sashimi maguro,
+blood red slices on a wooden block,
+light green chicory, pickled ginger.
+Outside: harbor ice rocking in the tide,
+translucent, thin dark edges
+swirling in black water.
+
+                           Shiki
+                           Portland
+
+
+
+
+Leaving Finn
+
+Las Cruces at dusk,
+necklace on the desert.
+Back in Tucson, Finn
+recovering from surgery,
+sweat on his nose,
+trying to smile, whispering,
+"Have a good trip, Dad."
+
+
+
+
+Late Breakfast
+
+Red nails,
+gold cigarette,
+young pampered mouth,
+hair drawn back,
+a sense of having reached
+her limits,
+a perfect twenty-two.
+There was a moment
+when she chose all this.
+
+I must begin again,
+without shame.
+
+             Wailana Coffee Shop
+             Honolulu
+
+
+
+
+Spring Dream of SueSue
+
+Perfectly quiet
+a trout lets me hold him.
+
+You surface laughing,
+dark hair,
+blue shirt unbuttoned.
+
+                   March
+
+
+
+
+Lament For Paul
+
+Scratching your beard, excited,
+"Fantastic," you said about
+the Beatles' new record.
+The next night you played
+your own shy songs, surprising us.
+You were crushed beneath your car,
+but your songs, Paul, I heard them.
+We all heard them.
+
+                      Woodstock
+
+
+
+For Coyote
+
+I think of you drinking, dancing,
+unable to sleep, reading until first light,
+a blanket drawn around your shoulders,
+afternoons, working your wheel until
+the time to mingle with true hearts,
+raise glasses, hug, laugh,
+help as you can.
+We are all dying, slower or faster,
+but it hurts to watch.
+And out of the numb exuberant wreckage of your days
+come these raku pots--
+graceful open shapes, lines freely
+scratched into the clay, deep turquoise,
+copper glazes, extravagant, surprised,
+too beautiful for tears.
+
+
+
+
+After Months
+
+Shifting unstable air,
+patches of light,
+raindrops standing on
+the candy red gas tank
+of a Kawasaki 750.
+Coming down harder,
+bouncing off the seat,
+dripping from the tips
+of black rubber handgrips,
+tach speedometer needles
+resting on their zero pegs,
+twin mirrors focused back.
+
+                  October,
+                  Maine
+
+
+
+
+Fortune Cookie
+
+Almond lemon gritty on the tongue,
+--_TIMES LONG AGO WILL PRESENT
+A SPECIAL TREASURE TO YOU_--
+A moment whole again?
+To see more clearly, Trudi, 17,
+washing in the Woodland Valley
+stream. Tamey,
+giving me another nickel
+to play pinball.
+Barbara's smile, wanting a child.
+My grandfather's arm, levering
+a floor board, skin hanging
+from his biceps cord,
+holding while I nailed.
+So many treasures I can't quite see.
+
+
+
+
+
+Wrecking Ball, Commercial Street
+
+Salmon streaks of pulverized brick,
+white pigment, tar, nicked and scarred
+in every direction, patina of blows
+on a mute obdurate interior.
+Six weeks I carried it until
+the beautiful surface cast off,
+weightless. The iron opened from
+the inside out and like a new bell
+began to sing.
+
+                        For Elena
+
+
+
+
+The Polynesian Navigator
+
+Swells current,
+sky rimmed,
+shell on a stick chart
+promise of land,
+alone and
+singing.
+
+
+
+
+Kahuna's Way
+
+Twisting through high cane,
+silver green, tossing in the trade winds,
+toward the mountain wall
+dark green jagged, deep shadows
+where a warrior prayed,
+ancient silence, Kahuna's way,
+beyond King Sugar
+and the city that is coming.
+
+                        Hulemalu Road
+                        Kauai
+
+
+
+
+41, In The Honolulu Public Library
+
+Like beautiful fish
+moving slowly through coral,
+they eddy through the library,
+dark hair, bright dark eyes,
+the wisdom of their mothers
+lying gravely on their faces;
+ready to love, to stay,
+they flick away
+on currents deep and proper.
+
+
+
+For Catherine, someday
+in a quiet hour, wondering
+what is possible
+
+When I hold your mother
+while she holds me,
+all that was, is;
+the future comes
+moment to moment,
+complete.
+For this, salmon swim
+their river, elephants
+remember, wild geese
+call out at dusk.
+I fought and risked,
+trusted and betrayed.
+How can you find another
+before you find yourself,
+traveling the heart's way,
+alone, unsure, knowing only
+that you must?
+
+
+
+
+
+Rage's Place
+
+Put your forehead
+on the ground and
+pound your fists.
+Curl on your side,
+close your eyes,
+scream silently.
+You will not be
+answered. No.
+But your cries--
+your cries will be
+clothes and flowers,
+honor
+for the journey.
+
+   for David and Louisa
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+The Purkinje Shift
+
+All day, snow,
+now turning gray,
+trees darker
+in the fading light,
+violet peace
+before the night,
+slowly drifting
+toward the solstice.
+
+              December
+
+
+
+
+Bee Fantasy
+
+Reaching, high on
+the shoulders
+of thinner air,
+rising with the Queen,
+the view! the view! mating
+falling and falling
+back to meadow,
+the warm dark,
+first light,
+dancing out the maps.
+
+
+
+
+The American Way
+
+F18's screaming down
+wing tip to wing tip,
+brave, lethal, steady nerve.
+Johnny Copeland's lead guitar
+ripping through the air,
+taking us faster, inverting, 6 G's,
+dark forehead, sweat, hot and loose.
+Face at the bar, arched eyebrows,
+black hair back, wide mouth,
+brooding, sensual, slightly battered.
+Fighters, blues man, beauty,
+power at the edge,
+the American way.
+
+                      Maine
+
+
+The Sculptor's Trade
+
+On white stands:
+azure/turquoise branches,
+flow and knuckle taken
+by poured bronze--
+bent, welded, gripped,
+held, colored--
+artifacts, works in progress,
+ship's ribs, basketry,
+child's play.
+Hands dream as they fashion,
+remember what they feel
+(her thin shoulder,
+a 9/16 inch wrench).
+Let go. Follow
+the sculptor's trade.
+Find and shape
+what is not known
+until it's made.
+
+                 For John von Bergen
+
+
+
+
+Elegy For Simenon
+
+Fresh air, faintly salty,
+smell of bark and fallen apples,
+small pond, lily pads,
+dark water. White blossoms
+tinged with ruby, floating,
+heavy with light.
+You enter one, still searching.
+Slowly,
+petals fold around you.
+
+                  Deer Isle, Maine
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Unfinished
+
+Your hands
+for clothes.
+Your legs,
+home.
+We
+
+
+For w.cat
+
+Married twice,
+once in a church,
+once in City Hall,
+each good in its way.
+Now I choose the shade
+of a live oak tree, veils
+of Spanish moss,
+a hundred cicadas
+singing in the branches.
+You are in the north,
+but still we join
+beneath this green
+and raucous dome
+Mated. Complete.
+Mindful
+of those
+alone.
+
+        New Smyrna Beach,
+        Florida
+
+
+
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+
+
+THE LADY OF THE BARGE
+
+AND OTHER STORIES
+
+By W. W. Jacobs
+
+
+
+
+THREE AT TABLE
+
+
+The talk in the coffee-room had been of ghosts and apparitions, and
+nearly everybody present had contributed his mite to the stock of
+information upon a hazy and somewhat thread-bare subject.  Opinions
+ranged from rank incredulity to childlike faith, one believer going so
+far as to denounce unbelief as impious, with a reference to the Witch of
+Endor, which was somewhat marred by being complicated in an inexplicable
+fashion with the story of Jonah.
+
+"Talking of Jonah," he said solemnly, with a happy disregard of the fact
+that he had declined to answer several eager questions put to him on the
+subject, "look at the strange tales sailors tell us."
+
+"I wouldn't advise you to believe all those," said a bluff, clean-shaven
+man, who had been listening without speaking much.  "You see when a
+sailor gets ashore he's expected to have something to tell, and his
+friends would be rather disappointed if he had not."
+
+"It's a well-known fact," interrupted the first speaker firmly, "that
+sailors are very prone to see visions."
+
+"They are," said the other dryly, "they generally see them in pairs, and
+the shock to the nervous system frequently causes headache next morning."
+
+"You never saw anything yourself?"  suggested an unbeliever.
+
+"Man and boy," said the other, "I've been at sea thirty years, and the
+only unpleasant incident of that kind occurred in a quiet English
+countryside."
+
+"And that?"  said another man.
+
+"I was a young man at the time," said the narrator, drawing at his pipe
+and glancing good-humouredly at the company.  "I had just come back from
+China, and my own people being away I went down into the country to
+invite myself to stay with an uncle.  When I got down to the place I
+found it closed and the family in the South of France; but as they were
+due back in a couple of days I decided to put up at the Royal George,
+a very decent inn, and await their return.
+
+"The first day I passed well enough; but in the evening the dulness of
+the rambling old place, in which I was the only visitor, began to weigh
+upon my spirits, and the next morning after a late breakfast I set out
+with the intention of having a brisk day's walk.
+
+"I started off in excellent spirits, for the day was bright and frosty,
+with a powdering of snow on the iron-bound roads and nipped hedges, and
+the country had to me all the charm of novelty.  It was certainly flat,
+but there was plenty of timber, and the villages through which I passed
+were old and picturesque.
+
+"I lunched luxuriously on bread and cheese and beer in the bar of a small
+inn, and resolved to go a little further before turning back.  When at
+length I found I had gone far enough, I turned up a lane at right angles
+to the road I was passing, and resolved to find my way back by another
+route.  It is a long lane that has no turning, but this had several, each
+of which had turnings of its own, which generally led, as I found by
+trying two or three of them, into the open marshes.  Then, tired of
+lanes, I resolved to rely upon the small compass which hung from my watch
+chain and go across country home.
+
+"I had got well into the marshes when a white fog, which had been for
+some time hovering round the edge of the ditches, began gradually to
+spread.  There was no escaping it, but by aid of my compass I was saved
+from making a circular tour and fell instead into frozen ditches or
+stumbled over roots in the grass.  I kept my course, however, until at
+four o'clock, when night was coming rapidly up to lend a hand to the fog,
+I was fain to confess myself lost.
+
+"The compass was now no good to me, and I wandered about miserably,
+occasionally giving a shout on the chance of being heard by some passing
+shepherd or farmhand.  At length by great good luck I found my feet on a
+rough road driven through the marshes, and by walking slowly and tapping
+with my stick managed to keep to it.  I had followed it for some distance
+when I heard footsteps approaching me.
+
+"We stopped as we met, and the new arrival, a sturdy-looking countryman,
+hearing of my plight, walked back with me for nearly a mile, and putting
+me on to a road gave me minute instructions how to reach a village some
+three miles distant.
+
+"I was so tired that three miles sounded like ten, and besides that, a
+little way off from the road I saw dimly a lighted window.  I pointed it
+out, but my companion shuddered and looked round him uneasily.
+
+"'You won't get no good there,' he said, hastily.
+
+"'Why not?' I asked.
+
+"'There's a something there, sir,' he replied, 'what 'tis I dunno, but
+the little 'un belonging to a gamekeeper as used to live in these parts
+see it, and it was never much good afterward.  Some say as it's a poor
+mad thing, others says as it's a kind of animal; but whatever it is, it
+ain't good to see.'
+
+"'Well, I'll keep on, then,' I said.  'Goodnight.'
+
+"He went back whistling cheerily until his footsteps died away in the
+distance, and I followed the road he had indicated until it divided into
+three, any one of which to a stranger might be said to lead straight on.
+I was now cold and tired, and having half made up my mind walked slowly
+back toward the house.
+
+"At first all I could see of it was the little patch of light at the
+window. I made for that until it disappeared suddenly, and I found myself
+walking into a tall hedge. I felt my way round this until I came to a
+small gate, and opening it cautiously, walked, not without some little
+nervousness, up a long path which led to the door. There was no light and
+no sound from within. Half repenting of my temerity I shortened my stick
+and knocked lightly upon the door.
+
+"I waited a couple of minutes and then knocked again, and my stick was
+still beating the door when it opened suddenly and a tall bony old woman,
+holding a candle, confronted me.
+
+"'What do you want?' she demanded gruffly.
+
+"'I've lost my way,' I said, civilly; 'I want to get to Ashville.'
+
+"'Don't know it,' said the old woman.
+
+"She was about to close the door when a man emerged from a room at the
+side of the hall and came toward us.  An old man of great height and
+breadth of shoulder.
+
+"'Ashville is fifteen miles distant,' he said slowly.
+
+"'If you will direct me to the nearest village, I shall be grateful,' I
+remarked.
+
+"He made no reply, but exchanged a quick, furtive glance with the woman.
+She made a gesture of dissent.
+
+"'The nearest place is three miles off,' he said, turning to me and
+apparently trying to soften a naturally harsh voice; 'if you will give me
+the pleasure of your company, I will make you as comfortable as I can.'
+
+"I hesitated.  They were certainly a queer-looking couple, and the gloomy
+hall with the shadows thrown by the candle looked hardly more inviting
+than the darkness outside.
+
+"'You are very kind,' I murmured, irresolutely, 'but--'
+
+"'Come in,' he said quickly; 'shut the door, Anne.'
+
+"Almost before I knew it I was standing inside and the old woman,
+muttering to herself, had closed the door behind me.  With a queer
+sensation of being trapped I followed my host into the room, and taking
+the proffered chair warmed my frozen fingers at the fire.
+
+"'Dinner will soon be ready,' said the old man, regarding me closely. 'If
+you will excuse me.'
+
+"I bowed and he left the room.  A minute afterward I heard voices; his
+and the old woman's, and, I fancied, a third.  Before I had finished my
+inspection of the room he returned, and regarded me with the same strange
+look I had noticed before.
+
+"'There will be three of us at dinner,' he said, at length. 'We two and
+my son.'
+
+"I bowed again, and secretly hoped that that look didn't run in the
+family.
+
+"'I suppose you don't mind dining in the dark,' he said, abruptly.
+
+"'Not at all,' I replied, hiding my surprise as well as I could, 'but
+really I'm afraid I'm intruding. If you'll allow me--'
+
+"He waved his huge gaunt hands. 'We're not going to lose you now we've
+got you,' he said, with a dry laugh.  'It's seldom we have company, and
+now we've got you we'll keep you.  My son's eyes are bad, and he can't
+stand the light.  Ah, here is Anne.'
+
+"As he spoke the old woman entered, and, eyeing me stealthily, began to
+lay the cloth, while my host, taking a chair the other side of the
+hearth, sat looking silently into the fire.  The table set, the old woman
+brought in a pair of fowls ready carved in a dish, and placing three
+chairs, left the room.  The old man hesitated a moment, and then, rising
+from his chair, placed a large screen in front of the fire and slowly
+extinguished the candles.
+
+"'Blind man's holiday,' he said, with clumsy jocosity, and groping his
+way to the door opened it.  Somebody came back into the room with him,
+and in a slow, uncertain fashion took a seat at the table, and the
+strangest voice I have ever heard broke a silence which was fast becoming
+oppressive.
+
+"'A cold night,' it said slowly.
+
+"I replied in the affirmative, and light or no light, fell to with an
+appetite which had only been sharpened by the snack in the middle of the
+day.  It was somewhat difficult eating in the dark, and it was evident
+from the behaviour of my invisible companions that they were as unused to
+dining under such circumstances as I was.  We ate in silence until the
+old woman blundered into the room with some sweets and put them with a
+crash upon the table.
+
+"'Are you a stranger about here?' inquired the curious voice again.
+
+"I replied in the affirmative, and murmured something about my luck in
+stumbling upon such a good dinner.
+
+"'Stumbling is a very good word for it,' said the voice grimly.  'You
+have forgotten the port, father.'
+
+"'So I have,' said the old man, rising.  'It's a bottle of the
+"Celebrated" to-day; I will get it myself.'
+
+"He felt his way to the door, and closing it behind him, left me alone
+with my unseen neighbour.  There was something so strange about the whole
+business that I must confess to more than a slight feeling of uneasiness.
+
+"My host seemed to be absent a long time.  I heard the man opposite lay
+down his fork and spoon, and half fancied I could see a pair of wild eyes
+shining through the gloom like a cat's.
+
+"With a growing sense of uneasiness I pushed my chair back.  It caught
+the hearthrug, and in my efforts to disentangle it the screen fell over
+with a crash and in the flickering light of the fire I saw the face of
+the creature opposite.  With a sharp catch of my breath I left my chair
+and stood with clenched fists beside it.  Man or beast, which was it?
+The flame leaped up and then went out, and in the mere red glow of the
+fire it looked more devilish than before.
+
+"For a few moments we regarded each other in silence; then the door
+opened and the old man returned.  He stood aghast as he saw the warm
+firelight, and then approaching the table mechanically put down a couple
+of bottles.
+
+"'I beg your pardon,' said I, reassured by his presence, 'but I have
+accidentally overturned the screen.  Allow me to replace it.'
+
+"'No,' said the old man, gently, 'let it be.
+
+"'We have had enough of the dark.  I'll give you a light.'
+
+"He struck a match and slowly lit the candles.  Then--I saw that the man
+opposite had but the remnant of a face, a gaunt wolfish face in which one
+unquenched eye, the sole remaining feature, still glittered.  I was
+greatly moved, some suspicion of the truth occurring to me.
+
+"'My son was injured some years ago in a burning house,' said the old
+man.  'Since then we have lived a very retired life.  When you came to
+the door we--' his voice trembled, 'that is-my son---'
+
+"'I thought," said the son simply, 'that it would be better for me not to
+come to the dinner-table.  But it happens to be my birthday, and my
+father would not hear of my dining alone, so we hit upon this foolish
+plan of dining in the dark.  I'm sorry I startled you.'
+
+"'I am sorry,' said I, as I reached across the table and gripped his
+hand, 'that I am such a fool; but it was only in the dark that you
+startled me.'
+
+"From a faint tinge in the old man's cheek and a certain pleasant
+softening of the poor solitary eye in front of me I secretly
+congratulated myself upon this last remark.
+
+"'We never see a friend,' said the old man, apologetically, 'and the
+temptation to have company was too much for us.  Besides, I don't know
+what else you could have done.'
+
+"'Nothing else half so good, I'm sure,' said I.
+
+"'Come,' said my host, with almost a sprightly air.  'Now we know each
+other, draw our chairs to the fire and let's keep this birthday in a
+proper fashion.'
+
+"He drew a small table to the fire for the glasses and produced a box of
+cigars, and placing a chair for the old servant, sternly bade her to sit
+down and drink.  If the talk was not sparkling, it did not lack for
+vivacity, and we were soon as merry a party as I have ever seen.  The
+night wore on so rapidly that we could hardly believe our ears when in a
+lull in the conversation a clock in the hall struck twelve.
+
+"'A last toast before we retire,' said my host, pitching the end of his
+cigar into the fire and turning to the small table.
+
+"We had drunk several before this, but there was something impressive in
+the old man's manner as he rose and took up his glass.  His tall figure
+seemed to get taller, and his voice rang as he gazed proudly at his
+disfigured son.
+
+"'The health of the children my boy saved!' he said, and drained his
+glass at a draught."
+
+
+
+
+
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+_A Dainty Trifle for my Lady Love_
+
+
+THE STORY OF A PICTURE
+
+
+_By Douglass Sherley_
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+John P. Morton & Co., Louisville,
+
+1884.
+
+Copyrighted 1884,
+  By Douglass Sherley.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Near my bed, there, hangs a Picture jewels could not buy from me."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+There was a colored crayon in a crowded shop-window. Other people passed
+it by, but a Youth of the Town, with Hope in his heart, leaned over the
+guard-rail and looked upon the beauty of that pictured face long and
+earnestly.
+
+It was the head of a pretty girl with dark hair and dark eyes. She was
+clad in a dainty white gown, loose-flowing and beautiful. In her left
+hand, slender and uplifted, a letter; in her right a pen, and beneath it
+a spotless page.
+
+She was seated within the shadow of a white marble chimney-piece richly
+carved with Cupids, fluttering, kneeling, supplicating; with arrows new,
+broken, and mended; with quivers full, depleted, and empty. The great,
+broad shelf above her pretty head was laden with rare and artistic
+treasures. A vase from India; a costly fan from China; a dark and
+mottled bit of color in an ancient frame of tarnished gold, done by some
+Flemish master of the long-ago. Beyond all this, a ground of shadowy
+green, pale, cool, and delicious. On the table, near the spotless page
+and the dear pen-clasping hand, a bunch of flowers; not a mass of ugly
+blooms, opulent and oppressive, but a few garden roses, old-fashioned
+and exceeding sweet, blushing to their utmost red, having found
+themselves so unexpectedly brought into the presence of this pretty
+girl.
+
+This, in outline, was the picture. The dealer had written on a slip of
+paper, in large, rude letters,
+
+  _Her answer: Yes, or No._
+
+It was a frameless crayon, thrust aside and somewhat overshadowed by a
+huge and garish thing in gaudy-flowered gilt, which easily caught and
+held the eye of the busy throng.
+
+The Youth passed on to his duty of the day with Hope in his heart. Light
+grew his heavy task, and the drudgery of his work was forgotten--he was
+haunted by the sight of that face in the Picture. The softness of the
+eye, the sweetness of the mouth, or something, made the Youth of the
+noisy Town believe her answer would surely be--Yes.
+
+Now the Youth and the Afternoon Shadows together came and feasted on the
+beauty of that Maiden's face. The Shadows, without booty, fled away into
+the night. But not so with the Youth. In triumph he brought it to the
+favored room of his own dear home; and always thereafter this Picture
+gleamed in beauty from out its chimney-piece setting of ebony and old
+cherry.
+
+She was always pretty, sometimes beautiful, but not always the same,
+this my Lady of the Picture. She was indeed a changeful Lady, as the
+story will tell. Those who saw her face when first she was given the
+place of honor in the home of this Youth, with Hope in his heart, all
+said, and with one accord, "There is but one answer for her to make, and
+that one answer is, Yes."
+
+The Easter-tide growing old, and the Summer time new and beautiful,
+brought no change. The last light of each day fell on the clear-cut and
+delicate face, gilded the dark hair with a deep russet brown, played
+about the sweet mouth--and was gone, leaving her with answer yet
+ungiven.
+
+The first fire of the Autumn crackled and glowed on the tiled hearth,
+and threw a Shadow on the face of the pretty girl in the Picture; and
+from that moment there was a change. "But it is only a Shadow from the
+fire-light glow," said the Youth of the Town. But something within
+whispered, "You are wrong; she is going to say, No."
+
+Again and again the words repeated themselves, clearly and distinctly,
+"You are wrong! you are wrong! you are wrong!" Then vaguely and almost
+inaudibly, "She is going to say, No;" with his own voice he made effort
+to drown the words of that fateful refrain. "It is the idle, spiteful
+chatter of some evil spirit. My heart is full of Hope, and I will not
+believe it." But that night, alone with his book and the face over the
+fire, only embers on the hearth--_the Shadow was still there_. But
+he said that it was a wild and troubled fancy--"It is not, can not be an
+actual Shadow; women may change, but surely not pictures."
+
+The next day Autumn repented of its wanton folly, and called out with
+Sunshine and Brightness for the return of the dead Summer. The light
+fell on the face of the girl in the Picture, but it did not lift the
+Shadow. Nor did the dead Summer return to gladden the heart of the
+Autumn, full of too late and useless regret. "No, I am not certain,"
+said the Youth, touched with a Doubt. It was only a touch, but his step
+was heavy and a trifle less quick, as he went down the street to his
+Duty of the day. Again he passed by the crowded shop window. The dealer
+had filled the vacant corner; but he did not see, and he did not care to
+see, what was there. For there was now only one picture in all the world
+for this Youth of the Town with Hope in his heart; but something else
+had crowded into his heart, and it was--Doubt. He went on his way and
+about his duty with this one hopeful thought: "The nightfall will bring
+a change, and the Shadow will have gone." But each day the Shadow
+deepened, and the Youth carried with him a more troubled and a less
+hopeful heart. All those who saw the Picture, and who had seen it
+when first it came, now looked upon it with painful surprise, and
+unhesitatingly said, "Your pretty-faced girl over the mantel yonder
+is undoubtedly going to say, No."
+
+Into the soft, dark eye there seemed to have crept a glitter, cold and
+almost unfeeling. The fatal Shadow had hardened, but not altogether
+stolen away the beauty of that sweet mouth. Even the loose-flowing gown
+seemed to have lost its easy grace, and stiffened into splendid and
+haughty folds, fit only for the form of some grand old Dame proud of her
+beauty and proud of her ancient coronet. The very lace about her slender
+throat--but a misty web of dainty and intricate work--seemed to have
+crystallized and whitened, as if done with a sharp and skillful chisel.
+The pale, pinky tinge about the perfect little ear had deepened into
+a more rosy hue, which had overspread the face--barely more than
+pale--with a deep color and a glow of emotion only half concealed.
+Ah, was it a look of triumph? was it the consciousness of power?
+
+The left hand, holding her Lover's letter, had lost its somewhat
+tremulous look. The fingers of the other hand had tightened about the
+pen, hovering over that unwritten page. And, in short, she seemed ready
+to write the answer--what will it be? The heart of the Youth was full of
+Trouble. Hope flickered up into an uncertain existence. Now the Picture
+had grown hateful to his sight; so a silken curtain, in crimson folds,
+clung against and hid away the face of this Changeful Lady.
+
+But no sooner was the curtain drawn, hiding from sight the lovely and
+beloved face, but an all-powerful desire brought him back again, and lo!
+the curtain was rudely thrust aside; but alas! there was no change.
+
+When away from his room and the siren-like face behind its silken folds
+of crimson, he fretted to return and look again for a change wrought out
+by his brief absence; but there was none.
+
+Hateful indeed the sight may have been of that changeful face, but it
+had grown to him absolutely necessary, and more pleasant, indeed, even
+when hard, cold, and unkind, than other faces not less beautiful smiling
+sweet unspoken words.
+
+He slept in a curtained space near by, and often waked in the still
+watches of the after-midnight, with the Hope in his heart, flaring up
+into a flame and burning him with a desire for another sight of that
+fickle face. Before the picture there hung a dim, red light, which
+burned all the night long. It was a swinging lamp of many tangled chains
+and fretted Venetian metal work. Once it had swung before an holy altar
+in an ancient Mexican town, where it had shed an unextinguished light
+throughout many years. It was a holy thing; so the Youth had thought it
+worthy of a place before the deep-set Picture of the chimney-piece--the
+shrine of his heart's treasure. Thus awakened out of troubled sleep, he
+often rose and stood before the covered Picture, beneath the swinging
+red light brought--stolen, perhaps--from the sacred sanctuary of that
+ancient church down in the land of Mexico. Often, with Hope, Doubt, and
+Fear in his heart, he would turn away from before the untouched curtain.
+"Useless, useless, useless," would be the burden of his thought.
+
+The third Easter-tide comes with its brightness, its flowers, and its
+Hopes--yet my Lady of the Picture has not changed. Still that same
+relentless look; still that premonition of a No not yet said; still in
+her left hand she holds the letter; still in her right hand the pen, and
+the page beneath it is yet guiltless of a word.
+
+But frowns and relentless looks have not put to flight the remnant of
+Hope in the heart of the Youth. "It is only a picture. Why should I
+trouble?" he said.
+
+But words are easy, and many questions are hard to answer.
+
+The Youth had loved the face when first he saw it in the crowded
+shop-window of the Town. So did he love it now. Change can not kill
+Love, if Love it be. What matter to the Youth even if the eye had grown
+cold and a Shadow rested about the sweet mouth? Can such things as these
+make denial to the heart of a Lover? Aye, to the heart of a Love-maker,
+but not to the heart of one who loves. There is no limit to Love. A
+thousand nays can not check its course if true Love it be.
+
+But again there is a change with my Lady of the Picture. Does the heart
+of the advancing Easter-tide hold the magic spell? Those who chance to
+see her now note it, and think it strange. "No," they murmur, "will be
+her answer. But it is her Duty that bids her, and she must obey."
+
+The silken curtain is torn down and the light of day completes the
+triple story of this, my Lady of the Picture. The cold glitter is gone
+from about the eyes, and the old soft light has returned, and yet it is
+not the same as of old. The fatal Shadow round about the sweet mouth is
+but a bare outline--a shade, not a Shadow any more.
+
+Again the pretty white gown is loose--flowing and beautiful. The thought
+of the grand old Dame, proud of her beauty and proud of her ancient
+coronet, vanishes with the morning mist of the Easter-tide. Again the
+dainty lace that clings to her slender white and flower-like throat,
+softens and grows creamy and weblike, free from the bleachment and
+crystallization of a while ago. Again the face is barely more than pale.
+The deep color has faded away, leaving but a faint, delicate trace, and
+a pinky tinge which reaches out until it kisses the utmost tip of her
+perfect little ear. How deep, tender, and wondrous sad those eyes have
+grown! Down in their dark depths her very soul seems to tremble into
+sight. It is only one who has suffered who can have such eyes. And, in
+truth, it is worth almost a lifetime of suffering to look deep down into
+such eyes of sad beauty. She was but a pretty-faced girl; but now,
+behold! she is a beautiful woman. And she is weary, O, so weary with the
+long, hard battle within.
+
+But Fear and Doubt still dwell and share with Hope a place in the heart
+of the Youth. He finds it sweet comfort to believe that even if her
+answer be No, it may come from a sense of Duty. Love is Love always, but
+not so with Duty. For that which may be Duty to-day may not be Duty on
+the morrow.
+
+So the Youth of the Town longs for the coming of the morrow.
+
+Who wrote, and sent to her with those sweet red roses from some old-time
+garden, this, his Lover's letter, which she still is holding in her left
+hand, once again just a trifle tremulous? Who has asked this question of
+a woman's heart? Is he a man strong and noble, whom she does not love,
+yet does not wish to wound? Or is it some one less strong, less noble,
+who has her Love, although he be unworthy of it?
+
+And does Duty bid her make denial, even though it break her loving
+heart?
+
+Is it Regret, Duty, Love, or What?
+
+But still she gives no answer. And the Youth of the Town is still
+hoping, doubting, fearing.
+
+Ah, my sweet, sad-eyed Lady, what will your answer be?
+
+
+
+  Sherley Place,
+    Easter-tide, 1884.
+
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+End of Project Gutenberg's The Story of a Picture, by Douglass Sherley
+
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+E-text prepared by Hilary Caws-Elwitt in honor of Jean Caws
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+                    Have you seen
+
+             "The Animals' Trip to Sea"
+
+                         and
+
+                "The Animals' Picnic"
+
+                  by CLIFTON BINGHAM
+
+             illustrated by G. H. THOMPSON
+
+                      NOW READY
+
+
+              *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+
+
+THE
+ANIMALS'
+REBELLION
+
+described by
+CLIFTON BINGHAM
+
+and pictured by
+G. H. THOMPSON
+
+London                                              New York
+Ernest Nister       Printed in Bavaria.        E P Dutton & Co
+
+
+              *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+
+
+The Animals' Rebellion.
+
+
+The "Trip to Sea"[A] had long been made,
+The "Picnic"[B] bills had all been paid;
+But if you'll listen, I will tell
+What made the animals rebel.
+
+The Tiger was dissatisfied--
+"Why should the Lion reign?" he cried;
+"He's no more King of Beasts than I;
+So let us all his rule defy!"
+
+A secret meeting then he called:
+And while the others stood appalled,
+His wants and grievances explained,
+And quickly some adherents gained.
+
+The Fox his joy could not conceal--
+"In guns," thought he, "I'll make a deal!"
+The Owl, who all his speeches heard,
+Took care to take down every word:
+
+And ere the rising of the sun,
+The Great Rebellion had begun!
+
+[Footnote A: "The Animals' Trip to Sea."]
+[Footnote B: "The Animals' Picnic."]
+
+
+[Illustration: SECRET MEETING OF THE REBELS]
+
+
+
+
+The Tiger's Petition
+
+
+The King sat on his Throne one day,
+  His Crown upon his brow;
+To him, in most obsequious way,
+  The Tiger made his bow.
+
+His long petition he unrolled,
+  With names all written down;
+The courtiers stared--their blood ran cold--
+  King Leo gave a frown.
+
+"What have we here?" demanded he,
+  "And what does he require?"
+The Elephant said, "Here I see
+  A traitor, royal sire!"
+
+The Brown Bear murmured, "So do I--
+  He's right, without a doubt!"
+The monarch cried, with flashing eye,
+  "Turn this intruder out!"
+
+[Illustration: PRESENTING A PETITION TO THE KING]
+
+At midnight, in an empty hut,
+  Deep in the forest old,
+The Rebels met with doors close shut,
+  Their dark schemes to unfold.
+
+"Friends!" Tiger cried, "no more we'll brook
+  This despot's cruel reign;
+Our charter lies before us--look!
+  The plan of our campaign!"
+
+
+
+
+Mr. Fox's Armoury.
+
+
+Directly Brother Fox was told,
+  He ransacked all his stores,
+And soon was making bags of gold
+ And selling guns in scores.
+
+The Brown Bear bought a blunderbuss;
+  And when they saw the arm,
+The Bunnies all cried, "Don't shoot _us_!
+  We've not done any harm!"
+
+The Tiger thought revolvers best,
+  So he bought half a score;
+"No guns I've had," said Fox, with zest,
+"_Went off_ so well before!"
+
+"Don't fear, my Bunnies, you'll be shot,
+  Though each has bought a gun;
+I'll whisper this," said  Fox: "they've got
+  Blank cartridge ev'ry one!"
+
+[Illustration: THE ARMORY]
+
+
+
+
+Raising the Standard.
+
+
+From lair to lair the news soon spread,
+And one and all leapt out of bed,
+And sallied forth, with loud hurrays,
+The Standard of Revolt to raise.
+
+The Bear looked fierce, the Crocodile
+Put on his most bloodthirsty smile;
+The Leopard and the Wolf were there,
+And cheers resounded in the air.
+
+The Tiger roared a lengthy speech,
+And called, in loudest tones, on each
+To do his best when came the fray,
+Not be afraid, nor run away.
+
+Cried he: "Now, onward to the field,
+To make this tyrant monarch yield!"
+"Charge, Leopard, charge--on, Tiger, on!"
+Were the first words of Rebellion.
+
+[Illustration: RAISING THE STANDARD OF REVOLT]
+
+Next morn a Scout the Camp alarms,
+The Lion's soldiers fly to arms.
+"The enemy advance!" he cries,
+"And means to take you by surprise!"
+In Leo's Camp, on Zootown plains,
+The utmost consternation reigns.
+
+
+
+
+In Leo's Camp.
+
+
+This startling news the peaceful Camp
+  With preparation fills,
+Resounding with the soldiers' tramp,
+  The noise of many drills.
+
+The Sergeants shout, the General storms;
+  All round one sees and hears
+The trying on of uniforms,
+  The clank of swords and spears.
+
+The Fox pretended, by and by,
+  To be deaf, dumb and lame;
+But Jacko, with a placard "Spy,"
+  Quite spoilt his little game.
+
+Field Marshal Hippo shouted out,
+  "Arrest him on the spot!"
+If he had not escaped, no doubt
+  He'd promptly have been shot.
+
+[Illustration: A SPY IN CAMP]
+
+
+
+
+Preparing for the Fray.
+
+Preparing for the coming fray,
+The Camp was busy night and day;
+The Rhino had his horn re-ground,
+Because it had got blunt he found.
+
+The Elephant had his tusks, too,
+Re-sharpened till they looked like new;
+In fact, the Ape's new grindstone strong
+Was working nearly all day long.
+
+All day the Camp was never still--
+With marching to and fro, and drill;
+And quite right too, since it appears
+They hadn't been to war for years.
+
+The oldest there had never known
+Such preparations to be shown;
+Indeed, they'd never had, somehow,
+A great Rebellion until now.
+
+[Illustration: PREPARING FOR THE FRAY]
+
+Next day took place the Grand Review,
+  Before His Majesty,
+The troops marched past in order true--
+  A splendid sight to see.
+
+The speech he made filled all with pride,
+  As brave as brave could be:
+"For Country and for King," he cried,
+  "On, on to victory!"
+
+
+
+
+The Advance Guard.
+
+
+Then marched they forth unto the fray
+A battle fierce took place next day;
+I'm told it was a fearful fight,
+That lasted quite from morn till night.
+
+Through hail of shot and rain of lead,
+His Rebel band the Tiger led;
+And found that when the fight was done
+A brilliant victory was won.
+
+In vain King Leo's gallant band
+(The Prince of Tails was in command)
+Essayed the Rebel force to beat--
+The effort ended in defeat.
+
+Their cocoa-nuts, with deadly aim,
+The Monkeys threw, but all the same;
+Though Jumbo streams of water poured,
+The enemy a victory scored.
+
+[Illustration: THE FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH THE ENEMY]
+
+
+
+
+The Elephant Wounded.
+
+
+Alas! for he so bravely fought,
+  Poor Jumbo wounded lay;
+The ambulance they quickly brought
+  To where he fell that day.
+
+"To Hospital this instant!" cried
+  The Surgeon in command;
+"Don't let them say he would have died
+  If we'd not been at hand!"
+
+"But, wait," he said, "till I with care
+  Have quite examined him!"
+He probed him here, and probed him there,
+  And tested every limb.
+
+"It's but a nervous shock!" he said,
+  "Since he's so large and fat;
+You can't take him, and so, instead,
+  You'd better take his hat!"
+
+[Illustration: A WOUNDED HERO]
+
+Ere dusk the King's troops had retreated,
+By Tiger's Rebel band defeated;
+They ran pell-mell and helter-skelter,
+For any place to give them shelter.
+
+The Elephant, though he was wounded,
+Ran faster than the big Baboon did;
+The Owl to Camp flew like a bird
+To tell the King what had occurred.
+
+
+
+
+Rejoicings in the Rebel Camp
+
+
+Rejoicings in the Rebel Camp
+  Were great indeed that night;
+Each tent hung out a Chinese lamp
+  To celebrate the fight.
+
+They sang and shouted, o'er and o'er,
+  Until their throats were tired;
+They let off fireworks by the score,
+  A "feu de joie" was fired.
+
+When Wolf, who's not a marksman good,
+  Shot holes in Bear's new hat,
+Bear never even said, "You should
+  Apologise for that!"
+
+In short, they would, as like as not,
+  Have kept it up till day;
+Had someone not found out they'd shot
+  Their powder all away.
+
+[Illustration: REJOICINGS IN THE REBEL CAMP]
+
+
+
+
+Marching on the King's Capital.
+
+
+Next morn, with victory elate,
+"Why should we wait or hesitate?
+We'll march at once, without delay,
+Upon the Capital!" cried they.
+
+"That's _capital_!" a Monkey said,
+(But he at once was sent to bed!)
+But, all the same, it was agreed,
+So General Tiger took the lead.
+
+With flying flags and drums rat-tan
+The Rebels' onward march began.
+Cried Tiger, "Leoville one mile!"
+"That's nothing!" said the Crocodile.
+
+But Wolf, who kept a good look-out,
+Saw Private Whiskers out on scout.
+"Ha, ha," cried he, "I've caught a spy--
+That means promotion by and by!"
+
+[Illustration: MARCHING ON THE KING'S CAPITAL]
+
+"Great victory!" said Wolf, with pride,
+  And showed his prize with rapture;
+"Well done, indeed," the Tiger cried,
+  "A most important capture!"
+
+
+
+
+The Battle.
+
+
+Soon with the Lion's gallant troops
+  The Rebels were engaged;
+This way and that, 'midst wildest whoops
+  The tide of battle raged.
+
+The Elephant first sounded "Charge!"
+  And valiant deeds performed;
+The Rebels saw his trunk so large,
+  And trembled when he stormed.
+
+At first, though, neither side gained much;
+  But when 'twas paw to paw,
+The Owl, in his report, said, "Such
+  A fight I never saw!"
+
+Said Wolf, "No more at war I'll scoff,
+  I think I'd best begone!"
+And when the foe's last gun _went off_
+  The battle still _went on_.
+
+[Illustration: THE BATTLE]
+
+
+
+
+The Cavalry Charge.
+
+
+But, oh! the finest sight to see
+Was Leo's Giraffe Cavalry;
+As down the battle plain they tore,
+The Rebels saw that all was o'er.
+
+As on the Monkey troopers swept,
+The Bunnies to their holes all crept;
+The foe who set triumphant out
+Was first a rabble, then a rout!
+
+The Owl, in "Zooland," said, next day:
+"Our troops like chaff swept them away;
+Their praises let us loudly sing,
+Who won the day for Leo, King!"
+
+[Illustration: THE CHARGE OF THE GIRAFFE CAVALRY]
+
+The leader, Tiger, soon was caught,
+And into Camp a prisoner brought;
+A warning to this very day,
+To all who at Rebellion play.
+
+
+
+
+The Court-Martial.
+
+
+Field Marshal Leo then and there
+  A stern Court-Martial held;
+The prisoner, with defiant air,
+  Explained why he rebelled.
+
+"Such conduct," said the President,
+  "Admits of no defence;
+But since you ask it, I'll consent
+  To hear the evidence."
+
+'Twas heard--in "Zooland" of that week
+  You'll find the Owl's report;
+The President then rose to speak,
+  The sentence of the Court.
+
+"On all counts guilty he appears--
+  The prisoner's sentenced to
+A lenient term--a hundred years
+  Confinement in the Zoo!"
+
+[Illustration: THE COURT-MARTIAL]
+
+
+
+
+The Rebels Surrender.
+
+
+The other Rebels, when they heard
+Of what to Tiger had occurred,
+Surrendered everyone next day,
+And threw down arms without delay.
+
+The Bear said, "I don't want to keep
+My blunderbuss--'twas much too cheap!"
+The Leopard and the Crocodile
+Threw theirs upon the growing pile.
+
+Of loyalty each took the oath,
+While Jumbo and Lord Rhino, both
+Promoted Colonels by the King,
+Kept watch that each his gun did bring.
+
+And Colonel Jumbo winked his eye
+To Colonel Rhino, standing by:
+"We'd be Field Marshals soon, no fear,
+If we'd Rebellions ev'ry year!"
+
+[Illustration: THE REBELS SURRENDER]
+
+This done, the prisoners were sent
+Off to perpetual banishment;
+Forbidden thenceforth, under pain
+Of death, to e'er come back again!
+Oh, sad indeed that Rebel band,
+That bade farewell to dear Zooland.
+
+
+
+
+One of the King's Heroes.
+
+
+T'was soon remarked by not a few
+  That Hippo was not seen;
+The rumour ran--alas! too true--
+  That he had wounded been.
+
+Then messengers went out and found
+  The hero of the strife;
+His wounds with bandages were bound
+  By his most loving wife.
+
+The King himself, when he was told,
+  In person--came to see;
+"When well," said he, "oh, hero bold,
+Sir Hippo you shall be!"
+
+With Surgeon's skill and wifely care
+  He soon recovered quite;
+Now there's no soldier anywhere
+  Like Sir John Hippo, Knight.
+
+[Illustration: ONE OF THE KING'S HEROES]
+
+
+
+
+The King's Return.
+
+
+With clash of brass and drums that banged,
+With flags that flew and bells that clanged,
+They celebrated, as you see,
+The King's return from victory.
+
+  Rejoicings reigned on every hand,
+  The noise was great, the music grand;
+  They bought up all the butchers' shops,
+  Gave everyone free steaks and chops.
+
+  Buns, nuts and cakes were given away,
+  The children had a holiday;
+  His people came from far and nigh
+  To see King Leo riding by.
+
+  The cavalry were there, of course,
+  And everyone next day was hoarse;
+  For 'twas not often they could see
+  A King return from victory.
+
+[Illustration: RETURN OF THE KING TO HIS CAPITAL]
+
+Next day the King an order gave
+  That he would distribute
+His medals to his soldiers brave,
+  Both cavalry and foot.
+
+The medals were the very best--
+  Some putty and some tin;
+The King unto each hero's breast
+  Affixed them with a pin.
+
+
+
+
+Home Again.
+
+
+Now ended is the strife and fray,
+  Dispersed the Rebel train;
+There's joy in Jumbo Hall to-day,
+  For Daddy's home again.
+
+Watch Mamma Jumbo's beaming face
+  To see him safe and sound,
+Of battle showing not a trace,
+  Although with glory crowned.
+
+'Tis good once more to see him curl
+  His big trunk with delight,
+And toss in air his baby girl
+  Before she says good-night.
+
+While Tommy vows, when he is tall,
+  He'll fight with might and main;
+Oh, all is joy at Jumbo Hall
+  Now Daddy's home again.
+
+[Illustration: HOME AGAIN]
+
+[Illustration: LONG LIVE KING LEO]
+
+
+              *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+
+
+_By the same Author and Artist._
+
+
+THE ANIMALS' TRIP TO SEA.
+
+The most fascinating thing of the kind we ever saw. --The Guardian.
+
+Is brimful of fun from cover to cover. --The Queen.
+
+Is extremely funny and decidedly original. --St. James's Gazette.
+
+A hearty welcome to the nursery will be accorded to "The Animals' Trip
+to Sea." --The New York Churchman.
+
+The cleverest thing we have seen for many moons in the shape of
+a picture-book for children. --Boston Herald.
+
+Cannot fail to elicit shouts of laughter from the observing little ones.
+--The Boston Beacon.
+
+
+THE ANIMALS' PICNIC.
+
+It is a highly enjoyable book for children of all ages. --The Guardian.
+
+Absolutely brimming over with wit and humour. --The Baptist.
+
+The illustrations should bring a smile to the most sedate countenance.
+--Liverpool Courier.
+
+This book deserves to be a favorite with holiday gift buyers.
+--Chicago Record Herald.
+
+Is made up of humorous rhymes and quite as humorous pictures. --The
+Dial (Chicago).
+
+The pictures are both colored and in black and white, and practical
+experience enables us to state positively that they do in point of fact
+immensely amuse young children. --The Outlook (New York).
+
+
+
+
+
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+                                Mr. Bamboo
+                                 _and the_
+                           Honorable Little God
+
+
+                             A Christmas Story
+
+
+
+
+                           _Fannie C. Macaulay_
+                 _Author of "The Lady of The Decoration"_
+
+
+
+
+                             _By Courtesy of_
+                     _The Century Publishing Company_
+                                   _to_
+                  _Louisville Kindergarten Alumnae Club_
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+
+
+MR. BAMBOO AND THE HONORABLE LITTLE GOD
+
+
+During sundry long and lonely evenings in a Japanese mission school,
+a young native teacher sought to while away the hours for a homesick
+exile. She was girlish and fair, with the soft voice and gentle,
+indescribable charm characteristic of the women of her race. Her tales
+were of the kindergarten, happenings in her life and the lives of
+others, and I have sought to set them down as she told them to me in
+her quaint, broken English. But they miss the earnest eyes and dramatic
+gestures of the little story-teller as she sat in the glow of the
+hibachi fire, with a background of paper doors, with shadow pictures
+of pine-trees and bamboo etched by the moonlight, the far-off song of
+a nightingale, and the air sweet with incense from nearby shrines.
+
+He wear name of Tãke Nishimura, which in English say' Mr. Bamboo of the
+West Village. He most funny little boy in my kindergarten class. But he
+have such sweet heart. It all time speaking out nice thoughtfuls through
+his big round eyes, which no seem like Japanese eyes of long and narrow.
+
+His so much slim of body make him look like baby. But his mama say' he
+been here four years. She nice lady and loving mother. One more thing
+why that child's most funny small enfant. He have papa who is great
+general of war, with big spirit. Tãke Chan fixed idea in his head he's
+just same kind big warrior man. He use same walk and the same command
+of speak.
+
+This time I relate you about was most Christmas-time. I tell story to
+children of long time ago, when big star say to all worlds Christ baby
+lay in manger, and I say soon we celebrate joyful day in kindergarten.
+That little Tãke Chan never hear 'bout it before, and he get look in
+his face same as John boy in picture what always have crooked stick
+in his hand, and he speak this word: "A new God? Will He be our guest
+on feast-day?"
+
+We learn song 'bout star and cradle and 'gain he speak his thought.
+He say: "What is cradle, Sensei? I know 'bout star. Every night at my
+honorable home I open shoji to see old priest strike bell and make him
+sing. Then I see big star hang out light over topmost of mountain." One
+more time he say, like thinking to himself: "Cradle. Maybe him shrine
+for new God of foreign country."
+
+I know English for long time, but Japanese childs never know cradle.
+It have not come to this land.
+
+Christmas-story was telled many times, for children like to hear about
+it. When I say this time, on that day we get pine-tree and dress him
+up with many gifts, Tãke Chan clap his hands and say: "Banzai! We make
+offering of tree to new God."
+
+Sometimes many troubles press my mind how I make childs know much
+difference of real God, which he never see, and those wooden-stones we
+see all time with burning of lights before them and leaves of bamboo
+and pine.
+
+We work very hard all days before morning of Christmas-tree, but not one
+child in whole class could make things such fast as Tãke Chan. His hands
+so small they look 'most like bird-foots hopping round quick in flower
+garden when he construct ornaments of bright color. Sometimes he have
+look of tired in his face, and bad coughs take his throat. For which,
+if I did not know 'bout Christmas-story and all other many things like
+that, I would have a thought that fox spirit was industrious to enter
+his body.
+
+Then I mention, "Go play in garden", for I know well how he have like
+of play in lovely garden of his home, where, with body of bare, he race
+big dragon-flies what paint the summer air all gold and blue. But Tãke
+Chan makes the laughs for me when looks so firmly and say: "No. I have
+the busy to make ready for honorable guest coming on feast-day of
+Christman." All times he not singing he talk 'bout what big welcome we
+give to new God.
+
+Ah, that little boy! I can no' make him have the right understand';
+but he walk right into my heart, and give me the joyful of love and
+much sad.
+
+No, I never forget that Christmas day. It makes of my mind a canvas and
+paints pictures on it what will never wash away nor burn.
+
+In morning, sun 'most so slow climbing over mountain as snail creeping
+up Fuji. He get big surprise when his eye come into kindergarten window
+and find me very busy for a long time.
+
+All teachers have many works, and very soon they turn their playroom
+into lovely feast-place. Paper flowers and ornaments which childrens
+build with hands, and red berries they bring from forest, have
+expression same as growing from walls and windows. Same thought as all
+teachers to give the happy to glad Christmas-day. Many Japanese childs
+is just getting news of this birthday.
+
+Quick we put piano where it can sing best, chairs all in circle. Big
+spot in middle for tree, which comes at very last from that other room.
+
+While I work postman bring long box from foreign country, which one
+teacher open. It had gift for kindergarten. It was such beautiful thing.
+Many childrens never see same as this before. All teachers give quick
+decide to make secret of present, and put on Christmas-tree as big
+surprise.
+
+In very middle of most happy time by opening box, idea arrive in my
+mind. Wonder if those coughs permission Tãke Chan to come kindergarten
+that day? One desire knock very loud at my heart for that little Bamboo
+boy to know rightly 'bout Christ-child. I know for surely. Once I go to
+foreign country, and my life have experience of seventeen. But Japanese
+child of now must see God and everything.
+
+Then glad thought come. If Tãke Chan do not make absence this day, his
+own eye will tell him trulier than stiff speech of tongue that cradle is
+not shrine, and Christ child not blazon image of wooden stone, but great
+spirit of invisible which have much love for childrens. I learn those
+words out of book, but meaning come out my own heart, which I have the
+difficult to give childs.
+
+Beginning time for morning march grow very near. Him not come, and the
+anxious so restless my body I run to big gate and view round and up.
+
+Narrow street which walk by kindergarten house most lovely picture than
+all other countries of universe. It have many trimmings of flags and
+banners for greeting soon coming of New-Year. Even old plum-trees have
+happy to break pink flowers out full, and lay on gray roof to look at
+bright sun. The big love of my heart for this Japanese country make me
+so delightful I have little forget 'bout late of Tãke Chan till I hear
+spank of many feet on hard earth. I look, and see one of those pictures
+which never melt off my mind. That sound of feet belong' to soldiers
+company, and so quick they stop in long line and hold all hands to hat
+for salute, I think maybe Oyama San coming. I give piercing look, and my
+eyes see marching straight by those big mens a speck of blue all trimmed
+with gold braid. It was Tãke Chan. Same war clothes as his papa, even
+same number stripes on his sleeve, and twelve inch' of sword on his
+side, which make song on heel of shoe when they walk. Father's two
+soldiers servants walk close behind Tãke Chan, and in smiles. Everybody
+know that little boy, and everybody love his earnest. I have several
+feelings when he walk up to me and say: "New guest have he come? I make
+ready to welcome with new clothes."
+
+Ah, me! I have the yearn to convey the right understand'; but he look so
+glad to give the welcome, and his war clothes so grand, the feeble fell
+on my heart. I not give correction.
+
+One servant say: "Last night Tãke Chan very sick with evil spirit cough.
+Mama say rest at home, but he say this great feast-day for new God.
+He must for certain come and offer pine-tree and have song and march."
+I hurry away with Tãke Chan, and take seat on circle of kindergarten room.
+A feel of anxious press' hard. First we have grand parade, and that
+little soldier boy in blue in front of all children have atmosphere same
+he was marching before emperor. My keen of eye see all time he have
+fight with swallow in his throat. After march come song 'bout cradle and
+star, but big cough catch Tãke Chan in middle, and when the strangle had
+left and tears of hot had wipe way, he heard childrens saying amen to
+prayer. His red lip have little shake, for he have great pride to say
+that prayer faster than any childs. He have hospitable of soul, too.
+But Tãke Chan son of great general of war, and he never cry, even though
+much disappoint' come to his mind. I was hunting speech to give him the
+comfort of heart when children give sound with mouth like storm breeze
+hurrying through leaves. I look. Where door of other room always lived
+was most beautiful Christmas-tree of any world, all light with flaming
+candles and gold and silver balls. On very tip-most top the lovely big
+surprise from foreign country. It wore dress of spangly stars and white.
+Big brown eyes and hair like rice-straw when sun shines through it.
+It held out welcome arms. Every move of tree give sway to body. I know
+trulier, but surely, it have look of real life. Teacher rolled tree
+to middle of room in bare spot, which made glad to have it. Children
+laughed and clapped hands happy of that day, and call' many funny
+sayings. I forget the anxious in my happy of that day, and turn with
+glad eye on Tãke Chan. Bamboo boy. Never I see such wonderful thing
+as the glory. First he see only it, and give low tight whisper, "The
+Offering." His eye fly to tip of top. He lean' way over like his body
+break with eager. Joyful speech come with long sigh, "Ah--the guest
+he is come!" For one minute room very still, and just same as fairy
+give him enchantment Tãke Chan rose from floor till he come right under
+tree. Other childrens make such merries. They have thought it play.
+But all sounds and peoples passes away from my vision. Nothing left
+but picture of one small blue soldier looking up through blazon flames
+of Christmas-tree to shining thing above. His cheeks so full of red with
+fighting cough, eyes so bright with wet of tears, he fold his hands
+for prayer, and soft like pigeon talking with mate he speak: "O most
+Honorable Little God! How splendid! You are real; come live with me. In
+my garden I am a soldier; I'll show you the dragon-flies and the river.
+Please will you come?" My heart have pause of beat. I think fever give
+Tãke Chan's mind delirious. Quick I uncement my feet from floor to go to
+him. "Tahke Chan," I say with lovely voice, "that is not a God nor even
+image. Listen: it's only a big foreign doll which postman bring this
+morning as great surprise from America. Teacher put it up high so all
+childs could see it. Look what kindergarten give you--most beautiful
+kite, like dragon-fly you love more better. Come rest in your chair.
+We sing."
+
+Ah, that little play soldier! Door of his ear all shut to my every speak
+of love. He just stand with eyes uplift' and plead: "Please come play
+with me. I know your song 'bout cradle and star. And I can march. See."
+But his body rock from each side to other. Then I press my arms round
+and whisper with much tender: "I bring doll home with you." He look 'way
+up high on Christmas-tree, then he leave his conscious in kindergarten
+room.
+
+Me and two soldier servants convey Tãke Chan and foreign doll to his
+home. I stay in honorable house with them. One day go by, and 'nother
+night come. Sick boy's mama have look of ivory lady as she rest her
+tired, and maid girl make tea. I watch by side of bed on floor. Big ache
+in heart clutch' me when I look round room and see blue soldier's suit
+hang' near. It have look of empty and lonely, dragon-fly kite in corner
+have broken wing. But when I bring gaze back Tãke Chan, loveliest sight
+of all visit me. That little child reach out and find hand of foreign
+doll. He hold very tight, and give it look of love. Such heaven light
+come on his face! I suspend my breath and listen to his low speech which
+come in broken pieces: "You are my Tomidachi. Do not go; I soon be well
+I come play in your garden. Dragon-flies--cradle--star--Ah, Little
+God--you grow so big!"
+
+Something made me open shoji quick. Old priest make bell sing. Lovely
+star hangs its light over mountain. All things have great stillness. Not
+even leaf tremble in white moonlight. Strange feel hold me. Then I know
+Tãke Chan have gone to play in Christ-child's garden.
+
+Ah, me! Tears of my heart are many for that little Bamboo. But I have
+the joyful too; Now he have the right understand'.
+
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+Produced by Louise Hope, Mark C. Orton, Fox in the Stars
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+[Transcriber's Note:
+
+Illustrations are explained at the end of the text.]
+
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+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Crankisms
+
+By
+Lisle
+de
+Vaux
+MATTHEWMAN
+
+Pictured
+By
+Clare
+Victor
+DWIGGINS
+
+
+* MCMI *
+HENRY T.
+COATES & CO.
+PHILADELPHIA
+
+
+
+
+Copyright, 1901, by
+Henry T. Coates & Company.
+_All rights reserved._
+
+
+
+
+If I may be permitted to offer a suggestion, the Crankisms
+should be read in the spirit in which sermons are listened
+to--with the object of discovering whom they hit. This will
+furnish amusement, for what is more entertaining than trying
+the cap on others?
+
+The settings speak for themselves; but the author desires
+to express his indebtedness to the artist for having infused
+life into and lent grace to dead bones of words, and for
+having, in many cases, given to those words a deeper and
+more subtle meaning than they themselves could be made to
+express.
+
+L. de V. M.
+
+May,
+1901.
+
+
+
+
+1
+
+The kisses of an enemy are deceitful, but not as deceitful
+as the advice of the friend who is always counseling you for
+your own good.
+
+
+2
+
+The best and the worst in man respond only to woman's
+touch--unfortunately for man.
+
+
+3
+
+Men reason; women do not. Woman has no logic, and judging
+from the use it is to man, is better off without it.
+
+
+4
+
+The present arrangement of society refuses to many the
+means to live, while forbidding them the right to die when
+they wish.
+
+
+5
+
+Woman generally tries to attract a man's eye, and then
+blames him for being caught by prettiness and superficial
+charms. But she rarely tries to appeal to his better self.
+
+
+6
+
+The man who is pockmarked has most to say against freckles.
+
+
+7
+
+Charity covers a multitude of sins which are committed in
+her name.
+
+
+8
+
+Life is full of golden opportunities for doing what we do
+not want to do.
+
+
+9
+
+Never compliment a woman and you will earn her undying
+enmity. Respect is rarely appreciated by her; but
+compliments are always at a premium, even counterfeits being
+accepted as greedily as the real.
+
+
+10
+
+When we grow old we walk unfeelingly over that which we,
+in our youth, madly chased.
+
+
+11
+
+The biggest fool is the one who thinks he can fool others
+with impunity without them knowing and resenting it.
+
+
+12
+
+When we get what we want we are always disappointed to find
+that it is not what we wanted.
+
+
+13
+
+Like does not always worship like: Beauty often worships the
+Beast.
+
+
+14
+
+We were all in the front row when modesty was served out--at
+least we think so.
+
+
+15
+
+Because some men are ruined by intemperance it does not
+follow that all should become abstainers, any more than
+because some men are ruined by marriage all men should
+remain single.
+
+
+16
+
+What men see in women or women in men to admire is generally
+a puzzle to those who know the men and women in question
+intimately.
+
+
+17
+
+The only compliment which a woman really dislikes is that
+which is paid to another.
+
+
+18
+
+Things have changed since Shakespeare's time: men's evil
+deeds we write in sympathetic ink; their virtues on marble
+tombstones.
+
+
+19
+
+Our own weaknesses we regard as misfortunes from which we
+cannot escape; the weaknesses of others we consider crimes.
+
+
+20
+
+No matter how well we do, we are sure to be anxious to
+impress upon others that what we have achieved is trifling--
+compared with that of which we are capable.
+
+
+21
+
+A woman is not a woman merely by reason of her sex, any more
+than an angel is of necessity an angel of light.
+
+
+22
+
+We are quite able, while hating sin, to pity and be
+charitable to the sinner--when we happen to be the sinner
+concerned.
+
+
+23
+
+The commonly accepted idea that a woman of beauty is of
+necessity lacking in mental qualities, must have originated
+in the head of some woman who possessed neither.
+
+
+24
+
+The Devil is not as black as he is painted. In fact, he is
+more like us than we care to admit.
+
+
+25
+
+Faithful are the wounds of a friend; and as it is more
+blessed to give than to receive, we prefer to do the
+wounding.
+
+
+26
+
+  The naked truth and a naked lie
+  Are shocking alike to society.
+
+
+27
+
+A man often envies another man his physical
+qualities--rarely his mental. As we have no soul mirror we
+cannot see the reflection of our spiritual deformities.
+
+
+28
+
+It is easy to have conscientious scruples when they are
+profitable.
+
+
+29
+
+The man who marries for money is a fool, but rarely as big a
+fool as he who marries for love.
+
+
+30
+
+When you have done a man a favor do not insist too earnestly
+that it is a mere trifle, or he may take you at your word
+and not trouble to repay it; which would be very
+disappointing.
+
+
+31
+
+The gentle art of making enemies is the one natural
+accomplishment which is common to all sorts and conditions
+of men--and women.
+
+
+32
+
+What we think of ourselves combined with what others think
+of us is a very fair estimate.
+
+
+33
+
+If a girl cannot make up her mind between two men it is
+because she has no mind worth making up.
+
+Besides, any man who will knowingly be one of two is not
+worth the trouble of thinking about.
+
+
+34
+
+If we devoted as much attention to our own affairs as we
+freely give to those of others, we and others would be
+gainers.
+
+
+35
+
+Merit, like the show inside a circus, is of comparatively
+little use as a drawing card; it is the bluff and buncombe
+the banging drum and megaphone of the barker which is the
+successful magnet.
+
+
+36
+
+We always know what we should do under certain
+circumstances, but unfortunately we never find circumstances
+arranged so as to suit what we do.
+
+
+37
+
+An over sensitive conscience is simply the evidence of
+spiritual dyspepsia. The man who has it is no better than
+his fellows.
+
+
+38
+
+Generosity, as commonly understood, consists in forcing upon
+others that for which one has no use.
+
+
+39
+
+There is a greater difference between really thinking and
+only thinking that we think than most of us think.
+
+
+40
+
+We rashly demand that the devil shall have his due,
+forgetting that if that gentleman gets all that is coming to
+him it will go badly with some of us.
+
+
+41
+
+If women knew themselves as well as they know men--and if
+men knew women as well as they know themselves--things would
+be very much as they are.
+
+
+42
+
+Before he knows a woman a man often thinks her an angel;
+when he knows her he knows--er--better.
+
+
+43
+
+A critic is one who knows perfectly well how a thing should
+be done, but is unable to do it. Therefore we are all the
+keenest critics in matters of which we know least.
+
+
+44
+
+From all enemies and most friends, good Lord, deliver us!
+
+
+45
+
+Everything comes to the man who waits
+
+but that is no inducement to wait-- for no man wants
+everything.
+
+He usually wants one thing in particular-- just that one
+which he never gets, no matter how long he waits.
+
+
+46
+
+When a man has drained the dregs of the bitterness of life,
+hope and fear no longer exist in him, only indifference
+which produces stupefaction.
+
+
+47
+
+Forbidden fruit has no attraction until we know that it is
+forbidden.
+
+
+48
+
+A man can be judged from the theatres he frequents and the
+ladies who accompany him there.
+
+
+49
+
+Criticism grows faint in the presence of successful
+achievement.
+
+
+50-51
+
+A man may confess that his judgment was at fault,
+but
+
+never that his intentions were other than strictly
+honorable.
+
+
+52
+
+Our last match never ignites except when we are sure it will
+not, and are prepared for the worst.
+
+
+53
+
+It is impossible to serve two masters, and few of us try.
+We are satisfied to praise God from whom all blessings flow
+while we cash the checks of Mammon.
+
+
+54
+
+Our own success is due to our indomitable energy and other
+deserving traits; that of others largely to blind luck. With
+our energy and the good luck of others what could we not
+achieve!
+
+
+55
+
+The trouble with most reformers that they waste their time
+and energy trying to reform somebody else.
+
+
+56
+
+We are convinced in our own minds that every man deserves
+what he gets; but, judging from ourselves, not every one
+gets what he deserves.
+
+
+57
+
+If we saw ourselves as others see us we should not believe
+our own eyes; but we should have a still lower opinion of
+the rest of the world than we now have.
+
+
+58
+
+When we care we usually don't dare; when we dare we don't
+often care.
+
+
+59
+
+What sounds so sweet as the human voice--to the one who is
+doing the talking!
+
+
+60
+
+Words may be mere wind, but then so is a tornado.
+
+
+61
+
+Laugh, and the world laughs with you; cry, and the world
+laughs at you.
+
+
+62
+
+A proverbial expression is often a crystallized lie which we
+should like to believe.
+
+
+63
+
+Because everything is for the best it does not follow that
+it is for our best.
+
+
+64
+
+It is easier to moralize than to be moral.
+
+
+65
+
+The difference between an actress on the stage and a woman
+not on the stage is a matter of here and there.
+
+
+66
+
+Ignorance is not so surprising, nor such a mark of
+inferiority, as unwillingness to learn.
+
+
+67
+
+He who grows indignant when his veracity is questioned
+generally has good and sufficient reason therefor.
+
+
+68
+
+Our joys are mainly those of prospect and retrospect.
+
+
+69
+
+It is not to be expected that the average man should know
+what a real woman is like--he so rarely sees one.
+
+
+70
+
+The Chinese promise and never intend to perform; we promise
+and do intend to perform.
+
+The result is about the same.
+
+
+71
+
+Woman regards the criticizing of her sex as her own
+prerogative, and criticizes more bitterly than any man would
+think of doing; but she resents any criticism, no matter how
+just, from man.
+
+
+72
+
+Lambs, it is true, gambol, but in due time they all get
+fleeced.
+
+
+73
+
+What we need is some philosopher to tell us how to be happy
+when we have every reason for being unhappy.
+
+
+74
+
+The most striking trait of the average man is unwillingness
+to be convinced--that we are right and he is wrong.
+
+
+75
+
+If man were so constituted that he could pat himself on the
+back gracefully, or kick himself effectively, he would spend
+most of his spare time doing one or the other.
+
+
+76
+
+Most of us live as if we expected to be judged from our
+epitaph rather than from our conduct.
+
+
+77
+
+The world is a paradise for fools, a purgatory or worse for
+others.
+
+
+78
+
+When we have the capacity of enjoying we have not the reason
+for enjoyment; when we do have good and sufficient grounds
+we no longer have the capacity.
+
+
+79
+
+To be happy, give; to be successful, take; to be happy and
+successful, give and take.
+
+
+80
+
+What a woman admires in a man depends on whether she is
+married or single.
+
+
+81
+
+Confidence given is usually confidence misplaced.
+
+
+82
+
+Women admire the gilded youth because he is a golden calf.
+
+
+83
+
+Even those who do not repeat scandal are generally willing
+to listen to it. Talk of the virtues of another, and, as a
+rule, your hearers will get bored; only hint that you could
+a tale unfold and you will secure perfect attention.
+
+
+84
+
+We forget that once upon a time we were little children; but
+the unpleasant fact that we are big children is being
+constantly forced upon us, together with the moral certainty
+that we shall never be anything else.
+
+
+85
+
+A man considers his little weaknesses amiable traits;
+a woman--a woman will not admit that she has a weakness.
+
+
+86
+
+God's call, through the still small voice, to preach, is
+much more irresistible when megaphoned by a wealthy church.
+
+
+87
+
+Many who sing loud praises to God, pay heavy tribute to the
+devil.
+
+
+88
+
+If the world is, as is so often whined, growing worse, it is
+partly because of our presence in it.
+
+
+89
+
+The counsel of a good book is far superior to that of a man
+who says one thing and does another.
+
+
+90
+
+If other people would only be as reasonable as we are, what
+a heaven this earth would be.
+
+
+91
+
+The world has no sympathy for the gambler who loses.
+
+
+92
+
+Trust in God, but keep a sharp lookout on your friends.
+
+
+93
+
+Tell the truth and you will shame the devil; you will also
+surprise him very often.
+
+
+94
+
+The knowledge that virtue is its own reward is what deters
+many from well doing.
+
+
+95
+
+It requires no particular skill to win the game when Fortune
+has dealt you all the trumps.
+
+
+96
+
+We give much more thought to what is due to us than to what
+is due from us.
+
+
+97
+
+A camel may not be able to pass through the eye of a needle,
+but that does not deter many a lobster from trying to do so.
+
+
+98
+
+The man who sees things as they are is regarded as a madman,
+just as those were formerly looked upon who maintained that
+the earth was round. The average man sees things as they
+seem to be.
+
+
+99
+
+We are all convinced of the righteousness and reasonableness
+of majority rule--when we happen to belong to the majority.
+
+
+100
+
+The greater his trouble, the more a man hugs it to his
+heart.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+[Illustrations:
+
+Readers who are unable to use the fully illustrated html
+version of this text may wish to view some individual
+pictures, located within the "images" directory of the
+html file. Complete page images are named in the form
+"pageN.png", using the number of each "Crankism" as
+the page number. Drawings alone--without text and its
+surrounding decoration--are named in the form "picN.png",
+or "picNa.png," "picNb.png" for illustrations that were
+made up of separate elements.]
+
+
+
+
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+
+Produced by Rich Kuslan
+
+
+
+
+
+THE UNRULY SPRITE
+
+By Henry van Dyke
+
+A Partial Fairy Tale
+
+
+There was once a man who was also a writer of books.
+
+The merit of his books lies beyond the horizon of this tale. No doubt
+some of them were good, and some of them were bad, and some were merely
+popular. But he was all the time trying to make them better, for he
+was quite an honest man, and thankful that the world should give him a
+living for his writing. Moreover, he found great delight in the doing of
+it, which was something that did not enter into the world's account--a
+kind of daily Christmas present in addition to his wages.
+
+But the interesting thing about the man was that he had a clan or train
+of little sprites attending him--small, delicate, aerial creatures,
+who came and went around him at their pleasure, and showed him wonderful
+things, and sang to him, and kept him from being discouraged, and often
+helped him with his work.
+
+If you ask me what they were and where they came from, I must frankly
+tell you that I do not know. Neither did the man know. Neither does
+anybody else know.
+
+But he had sense enough to understand that they were real--just as
+real as any of the other mysterious things, like microbes, and polonium,
+and chemical affinities, and the northern lights, by which we are
+surrounded. Sometimes it seemed as if the sprites were the children of
+the flowers that die in blooming; and sometimes as if they came in a
+flock with the birds from the south; and sometimes as if they rose one
+by one from the roots of the trees in the deep forest, or from the
+waves of the sea when the moon lay upon them; and sometimes as if they
+appeared suddenly in the streets of the city after the people had passed
+by and the houses had gone to sleep. They were as light as thistle-down,
+as unsubstantial as mists upon the mountain, as wayward and flickering
+as will-o'-the-wisps. But there was something immortal about them,
+and the man knew that the world would be nothing to him without their
+presence and comradeship.
+
+Most of these attendant sprites were gentle and docile; but there was
+one who had a strain of wildness in him. In his hand he carried a bow,
+and at his shoulder a quiver of arrows, and he looked as if, some day or
+other, he might be up to mischief.
+
+Now this man was much befriended by a certain lady, to whom he used to
+bring his stories in order that she might tell him whether they were
+good, or bad, or merely popular. But whatever she might think of the
+stories, always she like the man, and of the airy fluttering sprites
+she grew so fond that it almost seemed as if they were her own children.
+This was not unnatural, for they were devoted to her; they turned the
+pages of her book when she read; they made her walks through the forest
+pleasant and friendly; they lit lanterns for her in the dark; they
+brought flowers to her and sang to her, as well as to the man. Of this
+he was glad, because of his great friendship for the lady and his desire
+to see her happy.
+
+But one day she complained to him of the sprite who carried the bow. "He
+is behaving badly," she said; "he teases me."
+
+"That surprises me," said the man, "and I am distressed to hear it; for
+at heart he is rather good and to you he is deeply attached. But how
+does he tease you, dear lady? What does he do?"
+
+"Oh, nothing," she answered, "and that is what annoys me. The others are
+all busy with your affairs or mine. But this idle one follows me like my
+shadow, and looks at me all the time. It is not at all polite. I fear he
+has a vacant mind and has not been well brought up."
+
+"That may easily be," said the man, "for he came to me very suddenly one
+day, and I have never inquired about his education."
+
+"But you ought to do so," said she; "it is your duty to have him taught
+to know his place, and not to tease, and other useful lessons."
+
+"You are always right," said the man, "and it shall be just as you say."
+
+On the way home he talked seriously to the sprite and told him how
+impolite he had been, and arranged a plan for his schooling in botany,
+diplomacy, music, psychology, deportment, and other useful studies.
+
+The rest of the sprites came in to the school-room every day, to get
+some of the profitable lessons. The sat around quiet and orderly, so
+that it was quite like a kindergarten. But the principal pupil was
+restless and troublesome.
+
+"You are never still," said the man, "you have an idle mind and
+wandering thoughts."
+
+"No!" said the sprite, shaking his head. "It is true my mind is not on
+my lessons. But my thoughts do not wander at all. They always follow
+yours."
+
+Then the man stopped talking, and the other sprites laughed behind their
+hands. But the one who had been reproved went on drawing pictures in the
+back of his botany book. The face in the pictures was always the same,
+but none of them seemed to satisfy him, for he always rubbed them out
+and began over again.
+
+After several weeks of hard work the master thought his pupil must have
+learned something, so he gave him a holiday, and asked him what he would
+like to do.
+
+"Go with you," he answered, "when you take her your new stories."
+
+So they went together, and the lady complimented the writer on his
+success as an educator.
+
+"Your pupil does you credit," said she, "he talks nicely about botany
+and deportment. But I am a little troubled to see him looking so pale.
+Perhaps you have been too severe with him. I must take him out in the
+garden with me every day to play a while."
+
+"You have a kind heart," said the man, "and I hope he will appreciate
+it."
+
+This agreeable and amicable life continued for some weeks, and everybody
+was glad that affairs had arranged themselves. But one day the lady
+brought a new complaint.
+
+"He is a strange little creature, and he has begun to annoy me in the
+most extraordinary way."    "That is bad," said the man. "What does he
+do now?"
+
+"Oh, nothing," she answered, "and that is just the trouble. When I want
+to talk about you, he refuses, and says he does not like you as much as
+he used to. When I propose to play a game, he says he is tired and would
+rather sit under a tree and hear stories. When I tell them he says they
+do not suit him, they all end happily, and that is stupid. He is very
+perverse. But he clings to me like a bur. He is always teasing me to
+tell him the name of every flower in my garden and given him one of
+every kind."
+
+"Is he rude about it?"
+
+"Not exactly rude, but he is all the more annoying because he is so
+polite, and I always feel that he wants something different."
+
+"He must not do that," said the man. "He must learn to want what you
+wish."
+
+"But how can he learn what I wish? I do not always know that myself."
+
+"It may be difficult," said the man, "but all the same he must learn it
+for your sake. I will deal with him."
+
+So he took the unruly sprite out into the desert and gave him a
+sound beating with thorn branches. The blood ran down the poor little
+creature's arms and legs, and the teats down the man's cheeks. But the
+only words that he said were: "You must learn to want what she wishes
+--do you hear?--you must want what she wishes." At last the sprite
+whimpered and said: "Yes, I hear; I will wish what she wants." Then the
+man stopped beating him, and went back to his house, and wrote a little
+story that was really good.
+
+But the sprite lay on his face in the desert for a long time, sobbing as
+if his heart would break. Then he fell asleep and laughed in his dreams.
+When he awoke it was night and the moon was shining silver. He rubbed
+his eyes and whispered to himself, "Now I must find out what she wants."
+With that he leaped up, and the moonbeams washed him white as he passed
+through them to the lady's house.
+
+The next afternoon, when the man came to read her the really good story,
+she would not listen.
+
+"No," she said, "I am very angry with you."
+
+"Why?"
+
+"You know well enough."
+
+"Upon my honour, I do not."
+
+"What?" cried the lady. "You profess ignorance, when he distinctly said--
+
+"Pardon," said the man, "but who said?"
+
+"Your unruly sprite," she answered, indignant. "He came last night
+outside my window, which was wide open for the moon, and shot an arrow
+into my breast--a little baby arrow, but it hurt. And when I cried
+out for the pain, he climbed up to me and kissed the place, saying that
+would make it well. And he swore that you made him promise to come. If
+that is true, I will never speak to you again."
+
+"Then of course," said the man, "it is not true. And now what do you
+want me to do with this unruly sprite?"
+
+"Get rid of him," said she firmly.
+
+"I will," replied the man, and he bowed over her hand and went away.
+
+He stayed for a long time--nearly a week--and when he came back he
+brought several sad verses with him to read. "They are very dull," said
+the lady; "what is the matter with you?" He confessed that he did not
+know, and began to talk learnedly about the Greek and Persian poets,
+until the lady was consumed with a fever of dulness.
+
+"You are simply impossible!" she cried. "I wonder at myself for having
+chosen such a friend!"
+
+"I am sorry indeed," said the man.
+
+"For what?"
+
+"For having disappointed you as a friend, and also for having lost my
+dear unruly sprite who kept me from being dull."
+
+"Lost him!" exclaimed the lady. "How?"
+
+"By now," said the man, "he must be quite dead, for I tied him to a tree
+in the forest five days a go and left him to starve."
+
+"You are a brute," said the lady, "and a very stupid man. Come, take
+me to the tree. At least we can bury the poor sprite, and then we shall
+part forever."
+
+So he took her by the hand and guided her through the woods, and they
+talked much of the sadness of parting forever.
+
+When they came to the tree, there was the little sprite, with his wrists
+and ankles bound, lying upon the moss. His eyes were closed, and his
+body was white as a snowdrop. They knelt down, one on each side of him,
+and untied the cord. To their surprise his hands felt warm. "I believe
+he is not quite dead," said the lady. "Shall we try to bring him to
+life?" asked the man. And with that they fell to chafing his wrists
+and his palms. Presently he gave each of them a slight pressure of the
+fingers.
+
+"Did you feel that?" cried she.
+
+"Indeed I did," the man answered. "It shook me to the core. Would you
+like to take him on your lap so that I can chafe his feet?"
+
+The lady nodded and took the soft little body on her knees and held
+it close to her, while the man kneeled before her rubbing the small,
+milk-white feet with strong and tender touches. Presently, as they were
+thus engaged, they heard the sprite faintly whispering, while one of his
+eyelids flickered:
+
+"I think--if each of you--would kiss me--on opposite cheeks--at the
+same moment--those kind of movements would revive me."
+
+The two friends looked at each other, and the man spoke first.
+
+"He talks ungrammatically, and I think he is an incorrigible little
+savage, but I love him. Shall we try his idea?"
+
+"If you love him," said the lady, "I am willing to try, provided you
+shut your eyes."
+
+So they both shut their eyes and tried.
+
+But just at that moment the unruly sprite slipped down, and put his
+hands behind their heads, and the two mouths that sought his cheeks met
+lip to lip in a kiss so warm, so long, so sweet that everything else was
+forgotten.
+
+Now you can easily see that as the persons who had this strange
+experience were the ones who told me the tale, their forgetfulness
+at this point leaves it of necessity half-told. But I know from other
+sources that the man who was also a writer went on making books, and
+the lady always told him truly whether they were good, bad, or merely
+popular. But what the unruly sprite is doing now nobody knows.
+
+FINIS
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+THE FOX AND THE GEESE; AND THE WONDERFUL HISTORY OF HENNY-PENNY.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+With Illustrations by Harrison Weir.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Portland:
+Published by Francis Blake,
+No. 58 Exchange Street.
+
+
+
+
+THE FOX AND THE GEESE.
+
+
+  There was once a Goose at the point of death,
+    So she called her three daughters near,
+  And desired them all, with her latest breath,
+    Her last dying words to hear.
+
+  "There's a Mr. Fox," said she, "that I know,
+    Who lives in a covert hard by;
+  To our race he has proved a deadly foe,
+    So beware of his treachery.
+
+  "Build houses, ere long, of stone or of bricks,
+    And get tiles for your roofs, I pray;
+  For I know, of old, Mr. Reynard's tricks,
+    And I fear he may come any day."
+
+  Thus saying, she died, and her daughters fair,--
+    Gobble, Goosey, and Ganderee,--
+  Agreed together, that they would beware
+    Of Mr. Fox, their enemy.
+
+  But Gobble, the youngest, I grieve to say,
+    Soon came to a very bad end,
+  Because she preferred her own silly way,
+    And would not to her mother attend.
+
+  For she made, with some boards, an open nest,
+    For a roof took the lid of a box;
+  Then quietly laid herself down to rest,
+    And thought she was safe from the Fox.
+
+  But Reynard, in taking an evening run,
+    Soon scented the goose near the pond;
+  Thought he, "Now I'll have some supper and fun,
+    For of both I am really fond."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  Then on to the box he sprang in a trice,
+    And roused Mrs. Gobble from bed;
+  She only had time to hiss once or twice,
+    Ere he snapped off her lily-white head.
+
+  Her sisters at home felt anxious and low
+    When poor Gobble did not appear,
+  And Goosey, determined her fate to know,
+    Went and sought all the field far and near.
+
+  At last she descried poor Gobble's head,
+    And some feathers, not far apart;
+  So she told Ganderee she had found her dead,
+    And they both felt quite sad at heart.
+
+  Now Goosey was pretty, but liked her own way,
+    Like Gobble, and some other birds.
+  "'Tis no matter," said she, "if I only obey
+    A part of my mother's last words."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  So her house she soon built of nice red brick,
+    But she only thatched it with straw;
+  And she thought that, however the Fox might kick,
+    He could not get in e'en a paw.
+
+  So she went to sleep, and at dead of night
+    She heard at the door a low scratch;
+  And presently Reynard, with all his might,
+    Attempted to jump on the thatch.
+
+  But he tumbled back, and against the wall
+    Grazed his nose in a fearful way;
+  Then, almost mad with the pain of his fall,
+    He barked, and ran slowly away.
+
+  So Goosey laughed, and felt quite o'erjoyed
+    To have thus escaped from all harm;
+  But had she known how the Fox was employed,
+    She would have felt dreadful alarm;
+
+  For Gobble had been his last dainty meat,--
+    So hungry he really did feel,--
+  And resolved in his mind to accomplish this feat,
+    And have the young goose for a meal.
+
+  So he slyly lighted a bundle of straws,
+    And made no more noise than a mouse,
+  Then lifted himself up on his hind paws,
+    And quickly set fire to the house.
+
+  'T was soon in a blaze, and Goosey awoke,
+    With fright almost ready to die,
+  And, nearly smothered with heat and with smoke,
+    Up the chimney was forced to fly.
+
+  The Fox was rejoiced to witness her flight,
+    And, heedless of all her sad groans,
+  He chased her until he saw her alight,
+    Then eat her up all but her bones.
+
+  Poor Ganderee's heart was ready to break
+    When the sad news reached her ear.
+  "'T was that villain the Fox," said good Mr. Drake,
+    Who lived in a pond very near.
+
+  "Now listen to me, I pray you," he said,
+    "And roof your new house with some tiles,
+  Or you, like your sisters, will soon be dead,--
+    A prey to your enemy's wiles."
+
+  So she took the advice of her mother and friend,
+    And made her house very secure.
+  Then she said,--"Now, whatever may be my end,
+    The Fox cannot catch me, I'm sure."
+
+  He called at her door the very next day,
+    And loudly and long did he knock;
+  But she said to him,--"Leave my house, I pray,
+    For the door I will not unlock;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  "For you've killed my sisters, I know full well,
+    And you wish that I too were dead."
+  "O dear!" said the Fox, "I can't really tell
+    Who put such a thought in your head:
+
+  "For I've always liked geese more than other birds,
+    And you of your race I've loved best."
+  But the Goose ne'er heeded his flattering words,
+    So hungry he went to his rest.
+
+  Next week she beheld him again appear;
+    "Let me in very quick," he cried,
+  "For the news I've to tell you'll be charmed to hear,
+    And 'tis rude to keep me outside."
+
+  But the Goose only opened one window-pane,
+    And popped out her pretty red bill;
+  Said she, "Your fair words are all in vain,
+    But talk to me here, if you will."
+
+  "To-morrow," he cried, "there will be a fair,
+    All the birds and the beasts will go;
+  So allow me, I pray, to escort you there,
+    For you will be quite charmed, I know."
+
+  "Many thanks for your news," said Ganderee,
+    "But I had rather not go with you;
+  I care not for any gay sight to see,"--
+    So the window she closed, and withdrew.
+
+  In the morning, howe'er, her mind she changed,
+    And she thought she would go to the fair;
+  So her numerous feathers she nicely arranged,
+    And cleaned her red bill with much care.
+
+  She went, I believe, before it was light,
+    For of Reynard she felt much fear;
+  So quickly she thought she would see each sight,
+    And return ere he should appear.
+
+  When the Goose arrived she began to laugh
+    At the wondrous creatures she saw;
+  There were dancing bears, and a tall giraffe,
+    And a beautiful red macaw.
+
+  A monkey was weighing out apples and roots;
+    An ostrich, too, sold by retail;
+  There were bees and butterflies tasting the fruits,
+    And a pig drinking out of a pail.
+
+  Ganderee went into an elephant's shop,
+    And quickly she bought a new churn;
+  For, as it grew late, she feared to stop,
+    As in safety she wished to return.
+
+  Ere, however, she got about half the way,
+    She saw approaching her foe;
+  And now she hissed with fear and dismay,
+    For she knew not which way to go.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  But at last of a capital plan she bethought,
+    Of a place where she safely might hide;
+  She got into the churn that she just had bought,
+    And then fastened the lid inside.
+
+  The churn was placed on the brow of a hill,
+    And with Ganderee's weight down it rolled,
+  Passing the Fox, who stood perfectly still,
+    Quite alarmed, though he was very bold.
+
+  For the Goose's wings flapped strangely about,
+    And the noise was fearful to hear;
+  And so bruised she felt she was glad to get out,
+    When she thought that the coast was clear.
+
+  So safely she reached her own home at noon,
+    And the Fox ne'er saw her that day
+  But after the fair he came very soon,
+    And cried out, in a terrible way,--
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  "Quick, quick, let me in! oh, for once be kind,
+    For the huntsman's horn I hear;
+  O, hide me in any snug place you can find,
+    For the hunters and hounds draw near!"
+
+  So the Goose looked out, in order to see
+    Whether Reynard was only in jest;
+  Then, knowing that he in her power would be,
+    She opened the door to her guest.
+
+  "I'll hide you," she said, "in my nice new churn."
+    "That will do very well," said he;
+  "And thank you for doing me this good turn,
+    Most friendly and kind Ganderee."
+
+  Then into the churn the Fox quickly got;
+    But, ere the Goose put on the top,
+  A kettle she brought of water quite hot,
+    And poured in every drop.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  Then the Fox cried out, "O! I burn, I burn!
+    And I feel in a pitiful plight;"
+  But the Goose held fast the lid of the churn,
+    So Reynard he died that night.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+MORAL.
+
+
+  Mankind have an enemy whom they well know,
+    Who tempts them in every way;
+  But they, too, at length shall o'ercome this foe,
+    If wisdom's right law they obey.
+
+
+
+
+THE WONDERFUL HISTORY OF HENNY-PENNY.
+
+
+One fine summer morning a Hen was picking peas in a farm-yard, under
+a pea-stack, when a pea fell on her head with such a thump that she
+thought a cloud had fallen. And she thought she would go to the court
+and tell the king that the clouds were falling: so she gaed, and she
+gaed, and she gaed, and she met a Cock, and the Cock said,--
+
+"Where are you going to-day, Henny-penny?"
+
+And she said,--
+
+"Oh, Cocky-locky, the clouds are falling, and I am going to tell the
+king."
+
+And Cocky-locky said,--
+
+"I will go with you, Henny-penny."
+
+So Cocky-locky and Henny-penny they gaed, and they gaed, and they gaed,
+till they met a Duck. So the Duck said,--
+
+"Where are you going to-day, Cocky-locky and Henny-penny?"
+
+And they said,--
+
+"Oh, Ducky-daddles, the clouds are falling, and we are going to tell
+the king."
+
+And Ducky-daddles said,--
+
+"I will go with you, Cocky-locky and Henny-penny."
+
+So Ducky-daddles, and Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny, they gaed, and they
+gaed, and they gaed, till they met a Goose. So the Goose said,--
+
+"Where are you going to-day, Ducky-daddles, Cocky-locky and
+Henny-penny?"
+
+And they said,--
+
+"Oh, Goosie-poosie, the clouds are falling, and we are going to tell
+the king."
+
+And Goosie-poosie said,--
+
+"I will go with you, Ducky-daddles, Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny."
+
+So Goosie-poosie, and Ducky-daddles, and Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny,
+they gaed, and they gaed, and they gaed, till they met a Turkey. So the
+Turkey said,--
+
+"Where are you going to-day, Goosie-poosie, Ducky-daddles, Cocky-locky,
+and Henny-penny?"
+
+And they said,--
+
+"Oh, Turkey-lurky, the clouds are falling, and we are going to tell
+the king."
+
+And Turkey-lurky said,--
+
+"I will go with you, Goosie-poosie, Ducky-daddles, Cocky-locky, and
+Henny-penny."
+
+So Turkey-lurky, and Goosie-poosie, and Ducky-daddles, and Cocky-locky,
+and Henny-penny, they gaed, and they gaed, and they gaed, till they met
+a Fox. So the Fox said,--
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Where are you going to-day, Turkey-lurky, Goosie-poosie, Ducky-daddles,
+Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny?"
+
+And they said,--
+
+"Oh, Mr. Fox, the clouds are falling, and we are going to tell
+the king."
+
+And the Fox said,--
+
+"Come with me, Turkey-lurky, Goosie-poosie, Ducky-daddles, Cocky-locky,
+and Henny-penny, and I will show you the road to the king's house."
+
+So they all gaed, and they gaed, and they gaed, till they came to the
+Fox's hole; and the Fox took them all into his hole, and he and his
+young cubs eat up first poor Henny-penny, then poor Cocky-locky, then
+poor Ducky-daddles, then poor Goosie-poosie, and then poor Turkey-lurky;
+and so they never got to the king to tell him that the clouds had fallen
+on the head of poor Henny-penny.
+
+
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+BOOKS
+PUBLISHED BY
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+(LATE "BLAKE & CARTER.")
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+
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+  Mechanic's Own Book.
+
+And many other School and Miscellaneous Books.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ALSO
+
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+  THE STORY OF THE THREE BEARS, 6 Illustrations, price 6 cts.
+  THE CAT AND THE MOUSE,        6 Illustrations, price 6 cts.
+
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+
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+
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+
+Beauty and the Beast.
+
+Peter G. Thomson Cincinnati, O.
+
+
+
+
+BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.
+
+
+There was once a merchant who had been very rich at one time, but who,
+having had heavy losses, was compelled to retire to a little cottage in
+the country; where he lived with his three daughters. The two elder ones
+were very much discontented at their poverty, and were always grumbling
+and making complaints. But the youngest one, who was called Beauty, and
+who was as amiable as she was handsome, tried all she could to comfort
+her father and make his home happy.
+
+Once, when he was going on a journey to try and mend his affairs, he
+called them around him, and asked them what he should bring them when he
+returned. The two elder ones wanted each a number of nice presents; but
+Beauty, kissing him sweetly, said she would be content with a rose. So
+when the merchant was on his way back, he came to an elegant garden, of
+which the gate stood open; and thinking of Beauty's rose, he went in,
+and plucking a beautiful one, prepared to proceed on his journey.
+
+[Illustration: The Merchant and the Beast.]
+
+As he turned to go, he saw a hideous Beast coming towards him, armed
+with a sword! This terrible creature reproached him for stealing his
+flowers, of which he was very choice; and threatened to kill him on the
+spot! The merchant begged for his life, and said, that he had only taken
+"a single one to please his daughter Beauty." On this, the beast said
+gruffly, "well, I will let you off, if you will bring one of your
+daughters here in your place. But she must come here _willingly_, and
+meanwhile you may stay and rest in my palace until to-morrow." But, as
+you may well believe, the poor father did not feel much like eating or
+sleeping; although everything was done for his comfort, and, in the
+morning, the Beast sent him home upon a beautiful horse. But though the
+birds sang around him, and the sun shone brightly, and all nature was
+smiling on his path, the heart of the poor merchant was heavy, when he
+thought of his beloved daughters.
+
+When he came near his home, his children came forth to meet him; but,
+seeing the sadness of his face, and his eyes filled with tears, they
+asked him the cause of his trouble. Giving the rose to Beauty, he told
+her all. The two elder sisters laid all the blame upon Beauty; who cried
+bitterly, and said that as _she_ was the cause of her father's
+misfortune, she alone must suffer for it, and was quite willing to go.
+So Beauty got ready for the journey at once. The father (who meant to
+return to the Beast _himself_, after embracing his children) tried to
+dissuade her, but in vain; and so the two set out together for the
+Beast's palace, much to the secret joy of the envious sisters.
+
+When they arrived at the palace, the doors opened of themselves, sweet
+music was heard, and they found an elegant supper prepared. As soon as
+they had refreshed themselves, the Beast entered, and said in a mild
+tone, "Beauty, did you come here willingly to take the place of your
+father?" "Yes, sir," she answered in a sweet but trembling voice. "So
+much the better for you," replied the Beast. "Your father can stay here
+to-night, but he must go home in the morning." The Beast then retired,
+giving Beauty so kind a look as he went out, that she felt quite
+encouraged. The next morning, when her father left her, she cheered his
+heart by telling him that she thought she could soften the Beast's
+heart, and induce him to spare her life. After he was gone, she entered
+an elegant room, on the door of which was written, in letters of gold,
+"Beauty's room."
+
+Lying on the table was a portrait of herself, set in gold and diamonds,
+and on the wall, these words: "_Beauty is Queen here; all things will
+obey her._" Her meals were served to the sound of music; and at
+supper-time, the Beast after knocking timidly, would walk in and talk so
+amiably, that she soon lost all fear of him; and once when he failed to
+come, felt quite disappointed! At last, one night, he said to her, "Am I
+so _very_ ugly?" "Yes, indeed, you are," said Beauty, "but you are so
+kind and generous, that I do not mind your looks." "Will you marry me,
+then, dear Beauty?" said the poor Beast, with a look of such eager
+entreaty in his eyes, that Beauty's heart melted within her, and she was
+upon the point of saying "Yes!"
+
+[Illustration: Beauty takes her Fathers place.]
+
+But happening to look towards him, at that moment her courage failed
+her, and, turning away her head, she replied softly, "Oh! do not ask
+me." The Beast then bade her good-night, with a sad voice, and went away
+sighing as if his heart would break. The palace was full of rooms,
+containing the most beautiful objects. In one room she saw a numerous
+troupe of monkeys, of all sizes and colors. They came to meet her,
+making her very low bows, and treating her with the greatest respect.
+Beauty was much pleased with them, and asked them to show her about the
+palace. Instantly, two tall and graceful apes, in rich dresses, placed
+themselves, with great gravity, one on each side of her, while two
+sprightly little monkeys held up her train as pages. And from this time
+forth they waited upon her wherever she went, with all the attention and
+respect, that officers of a royal palace are accustomed to pay to the
+greatest Queens and Princesses.
+
+[Illustration: Am I so very ugly.]
+
+In fact, Beauty was the Queen of this splendid palace. She had only to
+wish for anything to have it; and she would have been _quite_ contented
+if she could have had some company; for, except at supper-time, she was
+always alone! Then the Beast would come in and behave so agreeably, that
+she liked him more and more. And when he would say to her "dear Beauty
+will you marry me?" in his soft and tender way, she could hardly find it
+in her heart to refuse him.
+
+Now, although Beauty had everything that heart could wish, she could not
+forget her father and sisters. At last, one evening she begged so hard
+to go home for a visit, that the Beast consented to her wish, on her
+promising not to stay more than two months. He then gave her a ring,
+telling her to place it on her dressing-table, when she wished either to
+go or return; and showed her a wardrobe filled with the most elegant
+clothes, as well as a quantity of splendid presents for her father and
+sisters.
+
+The poor Beast was more sad than ever, after he had given his consent to
+her absence. It seemed to him as if he could not look at her enough, nor
+muster courage to leave her. She tried to cheer him, saying, "Be of good
+heart, Beauty will soon return," but nothing seemed to comfort him, and
+he went sadly away.
+
+Beauty felt very badly when she saw how much the poor Beast suffered.
+She tried, however, to dismiss him from her thoughts, and to think only
+of the joy of seeing her dear father and sisters on the morrow. Before
+retiring to rest, she took good care to place the ring upon the table,
+and great was her joy, on awaking the next morning, to find herself in
+her father's house, with the clothes and gifts from the palace at her
+bed-side!
+
+At first she hardly knew where she was, for everything looked strange
+to her; but soon she heard the voice of her father, and, rushing out of
+the room, threw her loving arms around his neck. Beauty then related all
+the kindness and delicacy of the Beast toward her, and in return
+discovered that _he_ had been as liberal to her father and sisters. He
+had given them the large and handsome house in which they now lived,
+with an income sufficient to keep them in comfort.
+
+For a long time Beauty was happy with her father and sisters; but she
+soon discovered that her sisters were jealous of her, and envied her the
+fine dresses and jewels the Beast had given her. She often thought
+tenderly of the poor Beast, alone in his palace; and as the two months
+were now over, she resolved to return to him as she had promised. But
+her father could not bear to lose her again, and coaxed her to stay with
+him a few days longer; which she at last consented to do, with many
+misgivings, when she thought of her broken promise to the lonely beast.
+At last, on the night before she intended to return, she dreamed that
+she saw the unhappy beast lying dead on the ground in the palace garden!
+She awoke, all trembling with terror and remorse, and, leaving a note on
+the table for her dear father; placed the ring within her bosom, and
+wished herself back again in the palace. As soon as daylight appeared,
+she called her attendants, and searched the palace from top to bottom.
+But the Beast was nowhere to be found! She then ran to the garden, and
+_there_, in the very spot that she had seen in her dream, lay the poor
+Beast, gasping and senseless upon the ground; and seeming to be in the
+agonies of death! At this pitiful sight, Beauty clasped her hands, fell
+upon her knees, and reproached herself bitterly for having caused his
+death.
+
+"Alas! poor Beast!" she said, "_I_ am the cause of this. How can I ever
+forgive myself for my unkindness to _you_, who were so good and
+generous to me, and mine, and never even reproached me for my cruelty?"
+
+[Illustration: The Beast Dying.]
+
+She then ran to a fountain for cold water, which she sprinkled over him,
+her tears meanwhile falling fast upon his hideous face. In a few moments
+the Beast opened his eyes, and said, "now, that I see _you_ once more, I
+shall die contented." "No, no,!" she cried, "you shall not die; you
+shall live, and Beauty will be your faithful wife!" The moment she
+uttered these words, a dazzling light shone around--the palace was
+brilliantly lighted up, and the air was filled with delicious music.
+
+In place of the terrible and dying Beast, she saw a young and handsome
+Prince, who knelt at her feet, and told her that he had been condemned
+to wear the form of a frightful Beast, until a beautiful girl should
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+Monkeys, who had been in attendance upon her, were transformed into
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+respectful distance, and performed their duties, as Gentlemen, and Maids
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+who had loved him, even under the form of the Beast, was now tenfold
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+PÈRE ANTOINE’S DATE-PALM.
+
+By Thomas Bailey Aldrich
+
+Boston And New York Houghton Mifflin Company
+
+Copyright, 1873, 1885, and 1901
+
+
+Near the Levée, and not far from the old French Cathedral in the Place
+d’Armes, at New Orleans, stands a fine date-palm, thirty feet in height,
+spreading its broad leaves in the alien air as hardily as if its sinuous
+roots were sucking strength from their native earth.
+
+Sir Charles Lyell, in his Second Visit to the United States, mentions
+this exotic: “The tree is seventy or eighty years old; for Père Antoine,
+a Roman Catholic priest, who died about twenty years ago, told Mr.
+Bringier that he planted it himself, when he was young. In his will he
+provided that they who succeeded to this lot of ground should forfeit it
+if they cut down the palm.”
+
+Wishing to learn something of Père Antoine’s history, Sir Charles Lyell
+made inquiries among the ancient créole inhabitants of the faubourg.
+That the old priest, in his last days, became very much emaciated, that
+he walked about the streets like a mummy, that he gradually dried up,
+and finally blew away, was the meagre and unsatisfactory result of the
+tourist’s investigations. This is all that is generally told of Père
+Antoine. In the summer of 1861, while New Orleans was yet occupied by
+the Confederate forces, I met at Alexandria, in Virginia, a lady from
+Louisiana--Miss Blondeau by name--who gave me the substance of the
+following legend touching Père Antoine and his wonderful date-palm. If
+it should appear tame to the reader, it will be because I am not habited
+in a black ribbed-silk dress, with a strip of point-lace around my
+throat, like Miss Blondeau; it will be because I lack her eyes and lips
+and Southern music to tell it with.
+
+When Père Antoine was a very young man, he had a friend whom he loved
+as he loved his life. Emile Jardin returned his passion, and the two,
+on account of their friendship, became the marvel of the city where they
+dwelt. One was never seen without the other; for they studied, walked,
+ate, and slept together.
+
+Thus began Miss Blondeau, with the air of Fiammetta telling her
+prettiest story to the Florentines in the garden of Boccaccio.
+
+Antoine and Emile were preparing to enter the Church; indeed, they had
+taken the preliminary steps, when a circumstance occurred which changed
+the color of their lives. A foreign lady, from some nameless island in
+the Pacific, had a few months before moved into their neighborhood. The
+lady died suddenly, leaving a girl of sixteen or seventeen, entirely
+friendless and unprovided for. The young men had been kind to the woman
+during her illness, and at her death--melting with pity at the forlorn
+situation of Anglice, the daughter--swore between themselves to love and
+watch over her as if she were their sister.
+
+Now Anglice had a wild, strange beauty that made other women seem tame
+beside her; and in the course of time the young men found themselves
+regarding their ward not so much like brothers as at first. In brief,
+they found themselves in love with her.
+
+They struggled with their hopeless passion month after month, neither
+betraying his secret to the other; for the austere orders which they
+were about to assume precluded the idea of love and marriage. Until then
+they had dwelt in the calm air of religious meditations, unmoved
+except by that pious fervor which in other ages taught men to brave the
+tortures of the rack and to smile amid the flames. But a blonde girl,
+with great eyes and a voice like the soft notes of a vesper hymn, had
+come in between them and their ascetic dreams of heaven. The ties that
+had bound the young men together snapped silently one by one. At last
+each read in the pale face of the other the story of his own despair.
+
+And she? If Anglice shared their trouble, her face told no story. It was
+like the face of a saint on a cathedral window. Once, however, as she
+came suddenly upon the two men and overheard words that seemed to burn
+like fire on the lip of the speaker, her eyes grew luminous for an
+instant. Then she passed on, her face as immobile as before in its
+setting of wavy gold hair.
+
+     “Entre or et roux Dieu fit ses longs cheveux.”
+
+One night Emile and Anglice were missing. They had flown--but whither,
+nobody knew, and nobody, save Antoine, cared. It was a heavy blow to
+Antoine--for he had himself half resolved to confess his love to Anglice
+and urge her to fly with him.
+
+A strip of paper slipped from a volume on Antoine’s prie-dieu, and
+fluttered to his feet.
+
+“_Do not be angry,_” said the bit of paper, piteously; “_forgive us, for
+we love_.” (Par-donnez-nous, car nous aimons.)
+
+Three years went by wearily enough. Antoine had entered the Church, and
+was already looked upon as a rising man; but his face was pale and his
+heart leaden, for there was no sweetness in life for him.
+
+Four years had elapsed, when a letter, covered with outlandish
+postmarks, was brought to the young priest--a letter from Anglice. She
+was dying;--would he forgive her? Emile, the year previous, had fallen a
+victim to the fever that raged on the island; and their child, Anglice,
+was likely to follow him. In pitiful terms she begged Antoine to take
+charge of the child until she was old enough to enter the convent of the
+Sacré-Cour. The epistle was finished hastily by another hand, informing
+Antoine of Madame Jardin’s death; it also told him that Anglice had been
+placed on board a vessel shortly to leave the island for some Western
+port.
+
+The letter, delayed by storm and shipwreck, was hardly read and wept
+over when little Anglice arrived.
+
+On beholding her, Antoine uttered a cry of joy and surprise--she was so
+like the woman he had worshipped.
+
+The passion that had been crowded down in his heart broke out and
+lavished its rich-ness on this child, who was to him not only the
+Anglice of years ago, but his friend Emile Jardin also.
+
+Anglice possessed the wild, strange beauty of her mother--the bending,
+willowy form, the rich tint of skin, the large tropical eyes, that had
+almost made Antoine’s sacred robes a mockery to him.
+
+For a month or two Anglice was wildly unhappy in her new home. She
+talked continually of the bright country where she was born, the fruits
+and flowers and blue skies, the tall, fan-like trees, and the streams
+that went murmuring through them to the sea. Antoine could not pacify
+her.
+
+By and by she ceased to weep, and went about the cottage in a weary,
+disconsolate way that cut Antoine to the heart. A long-tailed paroquet,
+which she had brought with her in the ship, walked solemnly behind her
+from room to room, mutely pining, it seemed, for those heavy orient airs
+that used to ruffle its brilliant plumage.
+
+Before the year ended, he noticed that the ruddy tinge had faded from
+her cheek, that her eyes had grown languid, and her slight figure more
+willowy than ever.
+
+A physician was consulted. He could discover nothing wrong with the
+child, except this fading and drooping. He failed to account for that.
+It was some vague disease of the mind, he said, beyond his skill.
+
+So Anglice faded day after day. She seldom left the room now. At last
+Antoine could not shut out the fact that the child was passing away. He
+had learned to love her so!
+
+“Dear heart,” he said once, “what is’t ails thee?”
+
+“Nothing, mon père,” for so she called him.
+
+The winter passed, the balmy spring had come with its magnolia blooms
+and orange blossoms, and Anglice seemed to revive. In her small bamboo
+chair, on the porch, she swayed to and fro in the fragrant breeze, with
+a peculiar undulating motion, like a graceful tree.
+
+At times something seemed to weigh upon her mind. Antoine observed it,
+and waited. Finally she spoke.
+
+“Near our house,” said little Anglice--“near our house, on the island,
+the palm-trees are waving under the blue sky. Oh, how beautiful! I seem
+to lie beneath them all day long. I am very, very happy. I yearned for
+them so much that I grew ill--don’t you think it was so, mon père?”
+
+“Hélas, yes!” exclaimed Antoine, suddenly. “Let us hasten to those
+pleasant islands where the palms are waving.”
+
+Anglice smiled.
+
+“I am going there, mon père.”
+
+A week from that evening the wax candles burned at her feet and
+forehead, lighting her on the journey.
+
+All was over. Now was Antoine’s heart empty. Death, like another Emile,
+had stolen his new Anglice. He had nothing to do but to lay the blighted
+flower away.
+
+Père Antoine made a shallow grave in his garden, and heaped the fresh
+brown mould over his idol.
+
+In the tranquil spring evenings, the priest was seen sitting by the
+mound, his finger closed in the unread breviary.
+
+The summer broke on that sunny land; and in the cool morning twilight,
+and after nightfall, Antoine lingered by the grave. He could never be
+with it enough.
+
+One morning he observed a delicate stem, with two curiously shaped
+emerald leaves, springing up from the centre of the mound. At first he
+merely noticed it casually; but presently the plant grew so tall,
+and was so strangely unlike anything he had ever seen before, that he
+examined it with care.
+
+How straight and graceful and exquisite it was! When it swung to and fro
+with the summer wind, in the twilight, it seemed to Antoine as if little
+Anglice were standing there in the garden.
+
+The days stole by, and Antoine tended the fragile shoot, wondering what
+manner of blossom it would unfold, white, or scarlet, or golden. One
+Sunday, a stranger, with a bronzed, weather-beaten face like a sailor’s,
+leaned over the garden rail, and said to him,
+
+“What a fine young date-palm you have there, sir!”
+
+“Mon Dieu!” cried Père Antoine starting, “and is it a palm?”
+
+“Yes, indeed,” returned the man. “I did n’t reckon the tree would
+flourish in this latitude.”
+
+“Ah, mon Dieu!” was all the priest could say aloud; but he murmured to
+himself, “Bon Dieu, vous m’avez donné cela!”
+
+If Père Antoine loved the tree before, he worshipped it now. He watered
+it, and nurtured it, and could have clasped it in his arms. Here were
+Emile and Anglice and the child, all in one!
+
+The years glided away, and the date-palm and the priest grew
+together--only one became vigorous and the other feeble. Père Antoine
+had long passed the meridian of life. The tree was in its youth. It no
+longer stood in an isolated garden; for pretentious brick and stucco
+houses had clustered about Antoine’s cottage. They looked down scowling
+on the humble thatched roof. The city was edging up, trying to crowd him
+off his land. But he clung to it like lichen and refused to sell.
+
+Speculators piled gold on his doorsteps, and he laughed at them.
+Sometimes he was hungry, and cold, and thinly clad; but he laughed none
+the less.
+
+“Get thee behind me, Satan!” said the old priest’s smile.
+
+Père Antoine was very old now, scarcely able to walk; but he could sit
+under the pliant, caressing leaves of his palm, loving it like an Arab;
+and there he sat till the grimmest of speculators came to him. But even
+in death Père Antoine was faithful to his trust.
+
+The owner of that land loses it if he harm the date-tree.
+
+And there it stands in the narrow, dingy street, a beautiful, dreamy
+stranger, an exquisite foreign lady whose grace is a joy to the eye, the
+incense of whose breath makes the air enamored. May the hand wither that
+touches her ungently!
+
+“_Because it grew from the heart of little Anglice_,” said Miss Blondeau
+tenderly.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg’s Père Antoine’s Date-Palm, by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
+
+
+
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+[Illustration]
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+
+THE STORY OF THE THREE GOBLINS
+
+BY
+
+MABEL G. TAGGART
+
+LONDON: GRANT RICHARDS 1903
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE THREE GOBLINS.
+
+
+Once upon a time there were three little goblins.
+
+Their names were Red-Cap, Blue-Cap and Yellow-Cap, and they lived in a
+mountain.
+
+The goblins had a great friend--a green frog whose name was Rowley.
+
+Rowley came every year to see the little goblins, and told them stories
+about the Big World where he lived.
+
+The goblins had never seen the Big World, and often asked their father
+to let them go with Rowley, but he always said, "Not yet, my sons."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The name of the goblins' father was Old Black-Cap.
+
+He was King of the Mountain.
+
+At last, one day Old Black-Cap called the three goblins and said to
+them: "I am going to send you into the Big World to look for something
+which the fairies stole from me a long time ago. A Red Feather which
+always belongs to the King of the Mountain. Go, my sons, and the one who
+finds it shall be king of this mountain after me."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Red-Cap, Blue-Cap and Yellow-Cap said good-bye to their father and
+climbed out into the Big World through a rabbit hole. When they had gone
+a little way they saw something lying on the ground. Something large and
+white and round.
+
+"What is that?" they all cried together.
+
+Red-Cap, who was the eldest, got inside it to see what it was made of.
+
+"Oh! oh!" cried Blue-Cap and Yellow-Cap. "It is moving! Stop! Stop!" But
+the white thing rolled away down the mountain with poor little Red-Cap
+inside it; faster and faster it went, and Blue-Cap and Yellow-Cap were
+left quite behind.
+
+Now little Red-Cap was a brave goblin, but he was rather frightened when
+the White Thing began to roll so fast. He wondered if it would ever
+stop, when--Bump! Splash!--he found he was in the water, and something
+big with a smooth coat was close beside him. It was a kind water-rat who
+had seen the poor little goblin roll into the water.
+
+"I can swim," said Mr. Rat. "I will hold you by the collar and take you
+to dry land again."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Red-Cap thanked the kind water-rat very much, and they sat down on the
+bank of the stream to rest. Red-Cap told the rat all about his father
+and brothers and the Red Feather, and soon Blue-Cap and Yellow-Cap came
+running up, quite out of breath, but very glad to find their brother
+quite safe and not even scratched.
+
+They all soon said good-bye to the rat, who wished them good luck,
+showed them the road and told them to look in a tree--which he pointed
+out--where he said they would find something which would help them very
+much.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The goblins raced to the tree. Yellow-Cap won the race and climbed up
+quickly, while the others ran all round looking to see what they could
+find.
+
+They found nothing, and Yellow-Cap was just coming down again when he
+spied a bird's-nest with three dear little blue eggs in it. He crawled
+along the branch to look at the eggs, and saw something white under the
+nest. Yellow-Cap pulled it gently, and out came an envelope. Full of joy
+he slipped down to his brothers.
+
+They opened the envelope and found a sheet of paper on which was written
+in gold letters,--
+
+  "You who seek the Feather Red
+  First the Serpent's blood must shed;
+  In the cave where fairies dwell
+  The Feather lies, so search it well."
+
+"Hurrah!" cried Red-Cap. "Let us make haste and find the cave."
+
+Soon they came to a big dark forest, and after they had gone a little
+way they saw a fence and a large board on which was written in red
+letters,--
+
+  TOM TIDDLER'S
+  GROUND
+
+  TRESPASSERS
+  WILL BE
+  PROSECUTED.
+
+The goblins looked over the fence and saw that the ground was covered
+with gold and silver!
+
+"Oh!" they cried, "let us fill our pockets. What fun!" and they began to
+climb over the fence.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+They all got safely down on the other side, and seeing no one about they
+began to fill their pockets with the shining money, singing, "We are on
+Tom Tiddler's ground, picking up gold and silver."
+
+Suddenly they heard a big rough voice say, "Yes, you are on Tom
+Tiddler's ground, and Tom Tiddler will lock you all up, you little
+thieves."
+
+The goblins dropped their handfuls of gold and silver, and found
+themselves caught up by a great big giant who carried them off, with
+great long strides, to his house.
+
+Tom Tiddler took them into a large kitchen where Mrs. Tiddler was busy
+making the tea.
+
+"Wife," said he, "put these goblins in the pantry, and we will have them
+fried on toast for breakfast."
+
+The poor little brothers were locked up in the pantry, and they sat down
+on the floor holding each others hands very tight and shaking with fear.
+
+At last they grew bolder, and began to think how they could get away.
+They tried to open the window, and found to their joy that Tom Tiddler
+had forgotten to lock it. They crept out very quietly and climbed down
+by the thick ivy which grew up the wall.
+
+The goblins ran as fast as they could, only stopping to fill a sack
+which they had found with gold and silver. They knew that Tom Tiddler
+and his wife were at tea, and would not think of coming out for some
+time.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The brothers managed, after a great deal of hard work, to get the sack
+over the fence, and as it was too heavy to drag with them they agreed to
+bury it in the forest and dig it up as they came back.
+
+Just when they were ready a rabbit came up to them. "Hullo, little
+chaps," said the rabbit, "where are you off to?"
+
+"We are on our way to the fairies' cave," they replied.
+
+"You have a long way to go yet," said the rabbit; "the cave is on an
+island in the sea; but I am going that way, and if you jump on my back I
+will give you a lift."
+
+The little brothers thanked the rabbit very much, as they were feeling
+tired after their hard work. As soon as they were safely seated the
+rabbit started off.
+
+On and on they went until they had left the dark forest far behind, and
+were on the sea-shore. Here the rabbit stopped, saying, "I can take you
+no farther; you have now to cross the water, and must consult the Great
+Fish. He will appear if you knock three times on the rock. Take also
+this red dust, you will find it useful;" and putting a little bag of red
+dust into Red-Cap's hand the rabbit ran off.
+
+The goblins did as the rabbit had told them, and when they had knocked
+three times on a rock a large fish raised itself slowly out of the water
+and said, "Why have you called me?"
+
+"Please will you tell us how to get to the fairies' cave?" said
+Blue-Cap.
+
+  "Look between the rocks so green,
+  There a boat will soon be seen;
+  In the boat you all must sail,
+  Wafted gently by the gale."
+
+said the fish, and sank again beneath the blue waves.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The brothers, after looking about for a little while, found a white boat
+between two big rocks covered with green seaweed. They pulled it out and
+got in, and no sooner had they sat down than a gentle wind sprang up and
+blew them steadily out to sea. They were rather frightened as they had
+never been on the sea before, but soon they saw that they were coming to
+land. The land proved to be an island, and when the boat stopped on the
+yellow sand the goblins all jumped out.
+
+They made the boat fast by tying the rope to a large piece of rock, and
+feeling that their hardest work was coming walked bravely over the
+sands, carrying a boat-hook which they had found in the boat.
+
+They soon came to a dark cave in the rocks. In front of the cave was a
+big dragon which breathed fire out of its mouth and roared like hundreds
+of lions. The goblins, after trying many times, managed to creep over
+the rocks behind the dragon, and throwing the dust which the rabbit had
+given them into its flaming eyes they at last, after a hard fight,
+killed the monster and entered the cave.
+
+[Illustration]
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+[Illustration]
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+The goblins looked round in the darkness for the serpent of which they
+had heard, but they could not find it.
+
+At last, when they were sadly thinking of going back to the boat,
+Red-Cap cried out that he saw something yellow in the dark shadow of a
+rock.
+
+It was the serpent's tail!
+
+They all ran after it, shouting loudly, and it led them some way down a
+rocky passage.
+
+It went very quickly, and they had to run very fast to keep it in sight;
+but at last they caught it, and after a sharp struggle--in which poor
+little Red-Cap nearly lost his life--killed it.
+
+[Illustration]
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+[Illustration]
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+The three little brothers stood looking at the dead serpent, and while
+they were looking it seemed to change! It moved! and grew thinner and
+darker, and the bright yellow colour turned to orange, and from orange
+colour to red, and then redder! and redder!! and redder!!! until they
+saw--that it was no longer the serpent, but the Red Feather for which
+they had come so far to look!
+
+At that moment a bright light seemed to shine, and standing near the
+goblins was a lovely lady.
+
+"Goblins," she cried, "welcome to the cave of the fairies. Long have I
+waited for this happy day, when my kingdom should be once more restored
+to me. You must know that many years ago the wicked wizard, Tom Tiddler,
+cast over me a cruel spell. I and my people were forced to leave our
+fairy isle, and wander in the shape of birds in the Big World. We were
+told that never would the spell be broken until three goblins should
+enter the cave in search of a feather. We therefore stole your Royal Red
+Feather, and hid it in our cave. No sooner had we done so than the cruel
+wizard turned it into a yellow serpent and put a terrible dragon at the
+entrance of the cave. Our friend Rowley the frog told your father that
+we had stolen the feather, and as soon as you were old enough we gave
+you the wish to undertake this journey. But for your courage I should
+still be in Tom Tiddler's power. In return for your bravery I now charm
+your Red Feather. Henceforth any goblin holding it in his hand shall
+have his wish--whatever it may be--granted." As the Princess said these
+words she touched the Feather with her wand.
+
+[Illustration]
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+[Illustration]
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+The goblins thanked the lovely Princess many times, and asked her to
+send for them at once if they could ever help her. They then took leave
+of the fairies and started for home.
+
+They sailed again over the sea and found the rabbit waiting for them.
+They jumped on the rabbit's back and off they went. When they got to the
+place where they had left the sack of gold and silver they found it had
+been dug up ready for them, and standing by it was a big blue bird with
+a red beak and red legs.
+
+"Jump on," said he, "and I will pull you; I am Pukeko,[A] the fairies'
+servant, sent to take you back to the mountain."
+
+[Footnote A: New Zealand Swamp-hen.]
+
+They thanked the kind rabbit, and jumping on the sack went on their way.
+They had not gone far when they heard a great noise behind them, and
+looking round saw Tom Tiddler trying hard to catch them.
+
+Before Tom Tiddler could touch them, however, Blue-Cap pointed the
+Red Feather at him, and said, "I wish you to become a snail!" and Tom
+Tiddler turned at once into a crawling snail.
+
+"He can never hurt any one again," the goblins cried with joy. "His
+treasure now is ours. Hurrah!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+They soon reached home, and Old Black-Cap was very pleased to have them
+back safe and sound.
+
+"My dear sons," said he, taking them in his arms, "the kingdom is yours.
+Rule it well together, as together you have found the Feather. I am an
+old man now, and shall be glad to see you on the throne."
+
+Old Black-Cap and his sons gave a mushroom feast to celebrate the
+goblins' safe return. They invited the rat, the rabbit, the pukeko, and
+Rowley the frog, and they all enjoyed it very much and lived happily
+ever after.
+
+[Illustration]
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+by Giuseppe Salza
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+http://www.sct.fr/cyber/gibson.html
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+Copyright Giuseppe Salza, 1994.
+giusal@world-net.sct.fr
+
+
+STANDARD DISCLAIMER:
+This document can be freely copied under the following conditions:
+it must circulate in its entire form (including this disclaimer);
+it is meant for personal and non-commercial usage.  This entire
+document or parts of it are not to be sold or distributed for a fee
+without prior permission. Send permission requests to
+"giusal@world-net.sct.fr".  This document is provided "as is", without
+express of implied warranty. In other words, use it at your own risk.
+
+INTERVIEW WITH WILLIAM GIBSON
+by Giuseppe Salza
+
+
+****This interview will be included in the book "Net-Surfers"
+(tentative title) by Giuseppe Salza, to be published by
+"Theoria Edizioni" in Italy in Spring 1995****
+
+
+CANNES. William Gibson was in Cannes in May 1994 to promote
+the filming of "Johnny Mnemonic", a $26 million science fiction
+movie based on his short story, and starring megastar Keanu
+Reeves as the main character. Directed by the concept artist (and
+Gibson's pal) Robert Longo - with a few music video and TV credits,
+but for the first time in charge of a feature, the film also stars Ice-T,
+Dolph Lundgren, Takeshi Kitano (of the cult "Sonatine"), Udo Kier,
+Henry Rollins and Dina Meyer. William Gibson also wrote the
+screenplay of his original story, which was published in the anthology
+"Burning Chrome". "Johnny Mnemonic" goes into wide release
+in current 1995.
+
+In this interview, William Gibson talks at length about "Johnny
+Mnemonic", movies, SF, net culture and issues.
+
+
+What are your initial impressions on how "Johnny Mnemonic" is
+turning out ?
+
+I have just seen the pre-assembled 10-minute show reel. I think it is
+fantastic! It felt very good seeing the universe of "Johnny Mnemonic"
+taking a life on its own.  If it had been different, I wouldn't probably
+be here. But it can be safe to say that "Johnny Mnemonic" has been
+the optimal screen experience so far.
+
+Robert (Longo, the film director) and I kind of had a mutual
+experience with it.  We first tried to make a screen adaptation of
+"Johnny Mnemonic" back in 1989, so we started pitching it around
+film companies, asking for money.  Didn't work out.  We realized
+afterwards that our major mistake was asking too little money.
+Our aim back then was to make a little art movie, we figured that
+we would need less than 2 million dollars. Jean-Luc Godard's
+"Alphaville" was our main inspiration back then.  We should have
+asked more money.
+
+We went through several script drafts and stages.  It became very
+painful pursuing the project.  If it were just for me, I would have
+given up long ago.  It was really Robert's faith and persistence
+in getting this film done that made it possible.
+
+
+Have you written any film scripts before, besides this and the ill-
+fated drafts for "Alien3"?
+
+Yeah, I have done a couple of screen adaptations that never got
+made.  One was "Burning Chrome" (ED.Kathryn Bigelow was
+involved in it for a while) and the other was "Neuro-Hotel".
+
+
+What happened ?
+
+I don't really feel like talking about them.  Let's just say that
+these projects have been... developed to death.  It was getting
+more and more frustrating, and I didn't like that.
+
+
+Have you ever been involved in any other movie or TV project
+before that ?
+
+I was gonna write a story for the "Max Headroom" series, but the
+network pulled the plug.  My friend John Shirley did a couple of
+scripts for them.  He's the one who convinced me I should have
+written one, too.
+
+
+The only thing which was left of your script for "Alien3" was the
+prisoners with the bar code tattooed on the back of their necks.
+What do you think in retrospect of this misadventure ?
+
+My script for "Alien3" was kind of Tarkovskian. Vincent Ward
+(ED.the director of "The Navigator") came late to the project
+(ED.after a number of other directors had been unsuccessfully
+approached), but I think he got the true meaning of my story.
+It would have been fun if he stayed on. (ED.he eventually quit.
+"Alien3" was finally directed by David Fincher)
+
+
+You seem very detached from your previous experiences in movies.
+"Johnny Mnemonic", on the other hand, seems very personal to you.
+Why is that ?
+
+I wrote the original story in 1980. I think it was perhaps the second
+piece of fiction I ever wrote in my life.  It held up very good after all
+these years.  "Johnny" was a start for many creative processes:
+it was in fact the root source of "Neuromancer" and "Count Zero".
+It is only fair that the first script of mine that goes into production
+should come from that, from my early career.
+
+The world of "Johnny Mnemonic" takes for granted the Berlusconi
+completion process, I mean the media baron becoming one of the
+Country's leaders.  I think the distinction between politicians and
+media is gonna disappear. It already has, in effect. It is very sad.
+
+
+It's like saying that the theories you imagined in your science fiction
+stories are becoming real...
+
+Yeah, but people shouldn't look at science fiction like they look at
+"real" fiction.  They shouldn't expect that this is what the future
+is gonna look like.  We (ED. science fiction writers) are sort of
+charlatans: we come up with a few ideas and we make a living out of that.
+
+When I wrote "Neuromancer", I would have never imagined AIDS
+and the collapse of the USSR.  We never get the future right.
+I always thought that USSR was this big winter bear that would
+always exist. And look at what happened.  In 1993 I wrote an
+afterword for the Hungarian version of "Neuromancer".  I wrote that
+nothing lives forever, and that it's time that the winds of democracy
+blow over the East.  But now, after the arrival of people like
+Zhirinowsky, I have second thoughts again and I fear for them.
+
+
+Now you also write "geo-anthropological" reports...
+
+That's right.  I did a portrait of Singapore for "Wired Magazine".
+That place gave me the creeps.
+
+
+You are considered the true father of cyberpunk.  What do you think
+of how this word has spread in the world and has gained new meanings ?
+
+It depends whether you believe in such a thing.  "Cyberpunk" has
+become a historical word, one of these words which you use to
+describe a definite period of time.  The risk is that it could suddenly
+become outdated, passe.  Now it is a very fashionable thing to say:
+wearing cyberpunk outfit or behaving cyberpunk has become hip:
+you see it on MTV.  I was never comfortable with this interpretation.
+Billy Idol (ED. he released in 1993 the album "Cyberpunk") has
+turned it into something very silly.
+
+Finally, I think that cyberpunk is one of these journalistic terms,
+that media like to rely on.  I am aware that most young writers
+are delighted being considered cyberpunk authors.  But I'm older.
+I remember well the Sixties.  I know that once you have a "label"
+attached onto you, it is over.
+
+
+Let's go back to "Johnny Mnemonic".  Which direction have you
+given the screenplay ?
+
+"Johnny" is about the politics of Information.  It's an action film
+of course, but it doesn't forego for flashy and graphic FX: there's too
+much of that already on MTV.  Besides, Billy Idol burned that look.
+We preferred opting for an anti-realistic look: we want to plunge
+the audience into a very strange but consistent universe.  In short,
+we have decided to tell a story.  That's what science fiction
+literature has often managed to achieve, unlike most films.
+
+
+Which science fiction movies you like most ?
+
+I like "Blade Runner", Andrej Tarkowski's "Stalker", Chris Marker's
+"La jetee", and also the British pilot for the "Max Headroom"
+series.  (ED. it was directed by Rocky Morton & Annabel Jenkel)
+
+
+"Johnny Mnemonic" has a superstar, Keanu Reeves.  What do you
+think of his portrayal of your character ?
+
+Keanu is fantastic! I have this problem: I have never been able to
+describe the character of Johnny, until he came aboard.  One day in
+the early stages of developement, we were discussing the character,
+and I wasn't making a good job of doing that.  But he really
+got Johnny from day one. It helped me better understand this
+person that I had imagined, so I was able to make small
+adjustments to the story. I have always had a good attitude
+towards actors, and Keanu helped me reinforce that idea.
+Once "Johnny" got its second chance, Robert (Longo) and I have
+talked to each others on the phone at least once every day.
+Subsequently, I was often on the sets during the filming, doing
+rewrites.  The sets of this picture were awesome!  Everything was
+hung 50 feet up in the air.  They were quite dangerous:  you really
+had to watch where to put your feet.  But I was able to not black out.
+
+
+You and Bruce Sterling are the forefathers of the new science fiction.
+Isn't it ironical that he is very fascinated by hackers and the new edge,
+whereas you're not a technical person ?
+
+Bruce practically lives on the Internet. I don't even have a modem
+or e-mail. My computer is outdated by any standards of criteria.
+I never was a technical guy and never will be.  I'm a writer,
+and poetry and pop culture are the two things which fascinate me most.
+I'm not deeply excited by hi-tech.  The Edge of the U2 was over here
+the other day and he was showing me Net stuff. He showed how he
+could telnet to his Los Angeles computer and he was very excited.
+I'll never be like that.  However, I feel obliged to be ambivalent
+towards technology.  I can't be a "techie", but I can't hate it, either.
+
+
+You have written "Virtual Light".  So, what do you think of Virtual
+Reality ?
+
+If we take what I consider the "Sunday paper supplement" of VR,
+I mean Goggles & Gloves, I think that it has become very obvious,
+very cliche.  I think that real VR is gonna come out from the new
+generation of visual effects in movies.  I met Jim Cameron when he
+was editing "Terminator 2": he showed me the clips of the T-1000
+emerging from fire in the L.A. canal.  He said they were gonna use
+the actor for the whole shot, but it was easier for them to do it in
+digital.  This is the future. One day there will be entire virtual
+replicas of real actors.
+
+Incidentally, the book I'm writing now is about virtual celebrities.
+It's the story of a guy who becomes obsessed with the virtual replica of
+a star, and falls in love with her.
+
+
+You're not fascinated by technology, and yet you come up with ideas
+on the edge...
+
+When I write my books, my favorite part is always "art direction",
+not the plot.  I admit I like giving people a visual impression
+of the world I'm creating. Then, I have to remind myself that
+I have to tell a story, foremost.
+
+
+Another issue you focus on are Information Superhighways.
+What actions have you taken ?
+
+Bruce Sterling and I went to the National Academy in Washington to
+address the Al Gore people.  We told them that this is the last
+chance to give the poorest schools equal chances than the richest.
+In a few years it will be too late and we won't be able to fill up the gap.
+
+To me, Information Highways are best described by the most
+interesting image I've seen on TV during the Los Angeles riot.
+A Radio Shack shop (ED. a chain of shops selling consumer
+electronics gear) was being looted.  Next to that there was an Apple
+shop, and it was untouched.  People wanted to steal portable TVs
+and CD players, not computers.  I think this clearly indicated the
+gaps of culture, or simply the gaps of chances, in our society.
+Besides, the Information Highway issue gives the public a false
+perception.  They don't wanna offer you exhaustive accesses to
+information; they wanna offer you a new shopping mall.
+
+
+What do you think of the Clipper issue ?
+
+The NSA wants to legislate that every computer manifactured in the
+U.S. will have a chip built inside that will allow the Government
+to decrypt the information.  The worst thing is that people are not
+informed of what is at stake here.  Who would buy a computer with a
+spy inside?  The Clipper chip is an admission of incompetence.
+They say they wanna be able to decrypt the information that would
+jeopardize National Security.  But to can prevent the Medellin cartel
+to buy - say - into a Swiss corporation which comes up with a new
+encryption system which totally cuts out the Clipper ?
+
+Encryption programs are stronger and stronger.  There is a new one
+called Stego, which is free on Internet.  It takes written material and
+hides it in visual elements.  I send a digitized e-postcard from
+Cannes and there is half a novel hidden in its data.  I've seen it work.
+I haven't understood the half of it yet.
+
+Man, the Clipper chip is fucked anyway.  Most of the new edge guys
+are into computers, and they're coming up with new gear nobody
+had the slightest clue about five years ago.  I saw recently a
+prototype which looked like a beeper, but it was a virtual telephone.
+Unfortunately, we have to deal with more paper than before.  We are
+submerged by tons of paper!
+
+
+Wait a second.  A few minutes you said you're not into hi-tech, and
+now you're raving about it...
+
+I'm not a techie.  I don't know how these things work.  But I like
+what they do, and the new human processes that they generate.
+
+
+What is in your opinion the most important technological
+breakthrough of our society in recent years ?
+
+My favorite piece of technology is the Walkman. It forever changed
+the way we perceive music.  The Walkman has given us the opportunity
+to listen to whatever kind of music we wanted wherever we wanted.
+
+The Fax machine is also an amazing thing.  We live in a
+very different world because of that:  instantaneous written
+communication everywhere. It is also a very political technology,
+as the Tien An Men Square events told us.
+
+
+What about e-mail ?
+
+E-mail is very glamorous.  Way too glamorous.
+
+
+Copyright Giuseppe Salza, 1994.
+giusal@world-net.sct.fr
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+OLD JABE'S MARITAL EXPERIMENTS
+
+By Thomas Nelson Page
+
+Charles Scribner's Sons New York, 1908
+
+Copyright, 1891, 1904, 1906
+
+
+Old Jabe belonged to the Meriwethers, a fact which he never forgot or
+allowed anyone else to forget; and on this he traded as a capital,
+which paid him many dividends of one kind or another, among them being a
+dividend in wives. How many wives he had had no one knew; and Jabe's own
+account was incredible. It would have eclipsed Henry VIII and Bluebeard.
+But making all due allowance for his arithmetic, he must have run these
+worthies a close second. He had not been a specially good “hand” before
+the war, and was generally on unfriendly terms with the overseers.
+They used to say that he was a “slick-tongued loafer,” and “the laziest
+nigger on the place.” But Jabe declared, in defiance, that he had been
+on the plantation before any overseer ever put his foot there, and he
+would outstay the last one of them all, which, indeed, proved to be
+true. The overseers disappeared with the end of Slavery, but Jabe
+remained “slick-tongued,” oily, and humorous, as before.
+
+When, at the close of the war, the other negroes moved away, Jabez,
+after a brief outing, “took up” a few acres on the far edge of the
+plantation, several miles from the house, and settled down to spend
+the rest of his days, on what he called his “place,” in such ease
+as constant application to his old mistress for aid and a frequently
+renewed supply of wives could give.
+
+Jabe's idea of emancipation was somewhat one-sided. He had all the
+privileges of a freed-man, but lost none of a slave. He was free, but
+his master's condition remained unchanged: he still had to support him,
+when Jabez chose to call on him, and Jabez chose to call often.
+
+“Ef I don' come to you, who is I got to go to!” he demanded.
+
+This was admitted to be a valid argument, and Jabez lived, if not on the
+fat of the land, at least on the fat of his former mistress's kitchen,
+with such aid as his current wife could furnish.
+
+He had had several wives before the war, and was reputed to be none too
+good to them, a fact which was known at home only on hearsay; for he
+always took his wives from plantations at a distance from his home.
+
+The overseers said that he did this so that he could get off to go to
+his “wife's house,” and thus shirk work; the other servants said it
+was because the women did not know him so well as those at home, and he
+could leave them when he chose.
+
+Jabez assigned a different reason:
+
+“It don' do to have your wife live too nigh to you; she 'll want t' know
+too much about you, an' you can't never git away from her”--a bit of
+philosophy the soundness of which must be left to married men.
+
+However it was, his reputation did not interfere with his ability to
+procure a new wife as often as occasion arose. With Jabez the supply was
+ever equal to the demand.
+
+Mrs. Meriwether, his old mistress, was just telling me of him one day
+in reply to a question of mine as to what had become of him; for I had
+known him before the war.
+
+“Oh! he is living still, and he bids fair to outlast the whole colored
+female sex. He is a perfect Bluebeard. He has had I do not know how many
+wives and I heard that his last wife was sick. They sent for my son,
+Douglas, the doctor, not long ago to see her. However, I hope she is
+better as he has not been sent for again.”
+
+At this moment, by a coincidence, the name of Jabez was brought in by a
+maid.
+
+“Unc' Jabez, m'm.”
+
+That was all; but the tone and the manner of the maid told that Jabez
+was a person of note with the messenger; every movement and glance were
+self-conscious.
+
+“That old--! He is a nuisance! What does he want now? Is his wife worse,
+or is he after a new one?”
+
+“I d' n' kn', m'm,” said the maid, sheepishly, twisting her body and
+looking away, to appear unconcerned. “Would n' tell me. He ain' after
+_me!_
+
+“Well, tell him to go to the kitchen till I send for him. Or--wait:
+if his wife 's gone, he 'll be courting the cook if I send him to the
+kitchen. And I don't want to lose her just now. Tell him to come to the
+door.”
+
+“Yes, 'm.” The maid gave a half-suppressed giggle, which almost became
+an explosion as she said something to herself and closed the door.
+It sounded like, “Dressed up might'ly--settin' up to de cook now, I
+b'lieve.”
+
+There was a slow, heavy step without, and a knock at the back door; and
+on a call from his mistress, Jabez entered, bowing low, very pompous and
+serious. He was a curious mixture of assurance and conciliation, as he
+stood there, hat in hand. He was tall and black and bald, with white
+side-whiskers cut very short, and a rim of white wool around his head.
+He was dressed in an old black coat, and held in his hand an ancient
+beaver hat around which was a piece of rusty crape.
+
+“Well, Jabez?” said his mistress, after the salutations were over, “How
+are you getting along!”
+
+“Well, mist'is, not very well, not at all well, ma'am. Had mighty bad
+luck. 'Bout my wife,” he added, explanatorily. He pulled down his lips,
+and looked the picture of solemnity.
+
+I saw from Mrs. Meriwether's mystified look that she did not know what
+he considered “bad luck.” She could not tell from his reference whether
+his wife was better or worse.
+
+“Is she--ah? What--oh--how is Amanda?” she demanded finally, to solve
+the mystery.
+
+“Mandy! Lord! 'm, 'Mandy was two back. She 's de one runned away wid Tom
+Halleck, an' lef' me. I don't know how _she_ is. I never went ahter
+her. I wuz re-ally glad to git shet o' her. She was too expansive. Dat
+ooman want two frocks a year. When dese women begin to dress up so much,
+a man got to look out. Dee ain't always dressin' fer _you!_”
+
+“Indeed!” But Mrs. Meriwether's irony was lost on Jabez.
+
+“Yes, 'm; dat she did! Dis one 's name was Sairey.” He folded his hands
+and waited, the picture of repose and contentment.
+
+“Oh, yes. So; true. I 'd forgotten that 'Mandy left you. But I thought
+the new one was named Susan!” observed Mrs. Meriwether.
+
+“No, 'm; not de _newes_' one. Susan--I had her las' Christmas; but she
+would n' stay wid me. She was al'ays runnin' off to town; an' you know a
+man don' want a ooman on wheels. Ef de Lawd had intended a ooman to have
+wheels, he 'd 'a' gi'n 'em to her, would n' he?”
+
+“Well, I suppose he would,” assented Mrs. Meriwether. “And this one is
+Sarah? Well, how is----?”
+
+“Yes, 'm; dis one was Sairey.” We just caught the past tense.
+
+“You get them so quickly, you see, you can't expect one to remember
+them,” said Mrs. Meriwether, frigidly. She meant to impress Jabez; but
+Jabez remained serene.
+
+“Yes, 'm; dat 's so,” said he, cheerfully. “I kin hardly remember 'em
+myself.”
+
+“No, I suppose not.” His mistress grew severe. “Well, how 's Sarah?”
+
+“Well, m'm, I could n' exactly say--Sairey she 's done lef me--yes, 'm.”
+ He looked so cheerful that his mistress said with asperity:
+
+“Left you! She has run off, too! You must have treated her badly?”
+
+“No, 'm. I did n'. I never had a wife I treated better. I let her had
+all she could eat; an' when she was sick----”
+
+“I heard she was sick. I heard you sent for the doctor.”
+
+“Yes, 'm; dat I did--dat 's what I was gwine to tell you. I had a doctor
+to see her _twice_. I had two separate and _indifferent_ physicians:
+fust Dr. Overall, an' den Marse Douglas. I could n' do no mo' 'n dat,
+now, could I?”
+
+“Well, I don't know,” observed Mrs. Meriwether. “My son told me a week
+ago that she was sick. Did she get well?”
+
+The old man shook his head solemnly.
+
+“No, 'm; but she went mighty easy. Marse Douglas he eased her off. He is
+the bes' doctor I ever see to let 'em die easy.”
+
+Mingled with her horror at his cold-blooded recital, a smile flickered
+about Mrs. Meriwether's mouth at this shot at her son, the doctor; but
+the old man looked absolutely innocent.
+
+“Why did n 't you send for the doctor again?” she demanded.
+
+“Well, m'm, I gin her two chances. I think dat was 'nough. I wuz right
+fond o' Sairey; but I declar' I 'd rather lost Sairey than to _broke_.”
+
+“You would!” Mrs. Meriwether sat up and began to bristle. “Well, at
+least, you have the expense of her funeral; and I 'm glad of it,” she
+asserted with severity.
+
+“Dat 's what I come over t' see you 'bout. I 'm gwine to give Sairey a
+fine fun'ral. I want you to let yo' cook cook me a cake an'--one or two
+more little things.”
+
+“Very well,” said Mrs. Meriwether, relenting somewhat; “I will tell her
+to do so. I will tell her to make you a good cake. When do you want it?”
+
+“Thank you m'm. Yes, m'm; ef you 'll gi' me a right good-sized
+cake--an'--a loaf or two of flour-bread--an'--a ham, I 'll be very much
+obleeged to you. I heah she 's a mighty good cook?”
+
+“She is,” said Mrs. Meriwether; “the best I 've had in a long time.”
+ She had not caught the tone of interrogation in his voice, nor seen the
+shrewd look in his face, as I had done. Jabez appeared well satisfied.
+
+“I 'm mighty glad to heah you give her sech a good character; I heahed
+you 'd do it. I don' know her very well.”
+
+Mrs. Meriwether looked up quickly enough to catch his glance this time.
+
+“Jabez--I know nothing about her character,” she began coldly. “I know
+she has a vile temper; but she is an excellent cook, and so long as she
+is not impudent to me, that is all I want to know.”
+
+Jabez bowed approvingly.
+
+“Yes, 'm; dat 's right. Dat 's all I want t' know. I don' keer nothin'
+'bout de temper; atter I git 'em, I kin manage 'em. I jist want t'
+know 'bout de char-àcter, dat 's all. I did n' know her so well, an'
+I thought I 'd ax you. I tolt her ef you 'd give her a good char-àcter,
+she might suit me; but I 'd wait fer de cake--_an_' de ham.”
+
+His mistress rose to her feet.
+
+“Jabez, do you mean that you have spoken to that woman already!”
+
+“Well, yes, 'm; but not to say _speak_ to her. I jes kind o' mentioned
+it to her as I 'd inquire as to her char-àcter.”
+
+“And your wife has been gone--how long! Two days!”
+
+“Well, mist'is, she 's gone fer good, ain't she!” demanded Jabez. “She
+can't be no mo' gone!”
+
+“You are a wicked, hardened old sinner!” declared the old lady,
+vehemently.
+
+“Nor, I ain't, mist'is; I clar' I ain't,” protested Jabez, with
+unruffled front.
+
+“You treat your wives dreadfully.”
+
+“Nor, I don't, mist'is. You ax 'em ef I does. Ef I did, dee would n'
+be so many of 'em anxious t' git me. Now, would dee? I can start in an'
+beat a' one o' dese young bloods aroin' heah, now.” He spoke with pride.
+
+“I believe that is so, and I cannot understand it. And before one
+of them is in her grave you are courting another. It is horrid--an
+old--Methuselah like you.” She paused to take breath, and Jabez availed
+himself of the pause.
+
+“Dat 's de reason I got t' do things in a kind o' hurry--I ain' no
+Methuselum. I got no time t' wait.”
+
+“Jabez,” said Mrs. Meriwether, seriously, “tell me how you manage to
+fool all these women.”
+
+The old man pondered for a moment.
+
+“Well, I declar,' mist'is, I hardly knows how. Dee wants to be fooled.
+I think it is becuz dee wants t' see what de urrs marry me fer, an' what
+dee done lef' me. Woman is mighty curi-some folk.”
+
+I have often wondered since if this was really the reason.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+WHIFFET SQUIRREL
+
+Written and Pictured by
+
+JULIA GREENE
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+New York
+Cupples & Leon Company
+
+
+     *     *     *     *     *     *
+
+THE MAKE-BELIEVE SERIES
+
+Whiffet Squirrel       The Mouse's Tail
+The Yaller Dog         Miss Patty Peep
+
+     *     *     *     *     *     *
+
+Copyright, 1917, by
+Cupples & Leon Company
+
+
+
+WHIFFET SQUIRREL
+
+Whiffet, Skiffet and Skud were three little red squirrels who lived
+with their father and mother in a tiny brown house in the old chestnut
+tree. First, I must tell you how the Squirrel family came to live in
+this dear little house. You see it happened this way. Father and
+Mother Squirrel started out very early one morning in the spring, to
+hunt a new home as they did not feel safe any longer living under the
+old pine stump, with the children getting large enough to run about.
+They both scampered up the old chestnut tree at the back of the farm
+house to see if they could find a nice deep hollow that would make a
+safe home for their little ones. When Mother Squirrel had gone about
+half way up the tree trunk, and as she climbed around a big limb, she
+almost bumped her head against what seemed to be a brownish wall. She
+peeped around the corner of the brownish wall and what do you suppose
+she saw? She held her breath in rapture for there before her bright
+little eyes sat the cutest little brown house resting right on the big
+limb. It was far more wonderful than any home that she had ever
+dreamed of. It had a sloping red roof and two little round doors. A
+good sized porch jutted out in front and each little door was several
+inches above the porch. Mother Squirrel very cautiously placed her two
+front feet on the porch and listened intently but all was very quiet.
+Of course the folks who owned the house might be still asleep or they
+might be away. She crept quietly to the first little round door and
+peeped in. She saw a cute little room entirely empty. "The family must
+be away" she thought. Boldly she peeped in through the second little
+door and saw another cute little room just like the first and also
+empty. Then she walked in and explored both rooms and found a sort of
+cubby hole closet at the back of each. "What a fine place for storing
+nuts," said Mother Squirrel to herself, "but it would be much handier
+with a door between the two rooms." Then she walked out on the porch
+and looked around. The little house was shut in almost completely by
+the thick green leaves except for a patch of blue sky that showed
+above the roof. "I wonder who this little house belongs to" thought
+Mother Squirrel to herself with an envious sigh. Just then she looked
+up at the patch of blue sky and her bright eyes caught sight of a
+small sign on the peak of the roof which she had not noticed before.
+On the sign were printed the words "FOR RENT" in bright red letters.
+
+When Mother Squirrel saw the sign "FOR RENT" she nearly fell backwards
+off the porch in her joy and excitement. She began to chatter and
+scream in a loud shrill voice which brought her husband scampering to
+the spot at top speed. Father Squirrel was quite as excited and
+delighted over the house as was his wife. "It was surely meant for us"
+he said; "we'll move in at once. You'd better stay here, my dear, in
+case anyone should come along while I go back to the old stump for the
+children and our things. I had better get the moving done before many
+people are out." Off he scampered and Mother Squirrel began at once to
+plan her housekeeping arrangements and started to gnaw a door between
+the two rooms with her sharp little teeth. As she was working busily
+at her task a shadow fell across the door and she heard a strange
+chirping voice say: "My love, I am sure this is just the place we've
+been looking for." Her heart began to beat violently with alarm.
+Peeping through the door she saw two large fat Newly-wed Robins
+standing on the porch in an affectionate attitude gazing admiringly up
+at the house. "The nerve of some people" thought Mother Squirrel,
+shaking with indignation. "They seem to think it's a bird house. It's
+that 'FOR RENT' sign. The idea of their talking about our house like
+that! But I'll fix _them_." Mother Squirrel poked her head out of
+the little round door very suddenly and glaring with a very fierce
+expression, she exclaimed in a loud voice: "THE CAT'S COMING"!
+
+The Newly-wed Robins both turned very pale and flew--I think they're
+flying yet. Mother Squirrel chuckled to herself but decided to take no
+more risks so she climbed up the roof and took down the "FOR RENT"
+sign.
+
+Soon Father Squirrel and the children Whiffet, Skiffet and Skud, each
+carrying a bag came scampering up the tree trunk. Mother Squirrel made
+them nearly die laughing when she told them how she had frightened the
+Newly-wed Robins.
+
+Then Father Squirrel turned the "FOR RENT" sign over and painted on
+the other side the words "NO TRESPASSING" and placed it on the corner
+of the porch.
+
+This is how the Squirrel family found their new home but I will tell
+you something that they do not even suspect. The little brown house is
+a bird house built by Tom the farmer's son for his little sister
+Polly.
+
+The thickening leaves had hidden it from view and little Polly had
+forgotten all about it.
+
+Whiffet, Skiffet and Skud led a jolly life in the old chestnut tree.
+They played from the topmost branch to the lowest limb but Mother
+Squirrel would not let them go down the tree trunk to the ground for
+fear of cats. Whiffet Squirrel the tiniest of the three could think of
+more mischief than her two big brothers Skiffet and Skud put together.
+She was not afraid of anything and was always bossing her brothers and
+leading them into trouble.
+
+One morning early she ran out on the large limb on which the little
+brown house rested and found that it almost reached to one of the
+windows of the farmhouse. Peeping in the window she saw a pretty
+little girl asleep in a small white bed. She leaped lightly to the
+window-sill and looked around her. In one corner of the room she saw
+many toys and dolls of every description, but the thing that attracted
+her the most was a dear little doll's trunk. It was standing at the
+foot of the doll's bed. "Just the right size for a squirrel" she
+thought to herself. Just then Polly turned over in her sleep and
+Whiffet scampered up the limb and back home as fast as she could run.
+Of course she told Skiffet and Skud all about what she had seen and
+she began to plan right away how they could get the little trunk. Yes
+I will have to confess that they sometimes took things which did not
+belong to them but as they were only squirrels no one had ever told
+them any better.
+
+Needless to say Whiffet kept her plan a secret as she knew that Mother
+Squirrel would never consent. The following morning, just after
+daylight, as soon as Father and Mother Squirrel had started out to
+hunt their food for the day, the three little squirrels, Whiffet
+leading the way, crept softly down the limb to the window-sill. The
+little trunk was standing in the same place and Polly was sleeping
+soundly. A chair stood beneath the window and they leaped to the chair
+seat then to the floor and crept softly toward the trunk. Whiffet as
+usual bossed her brothers and made them each take a handle of the
+trunk and carry it across the floor to the chair. Skiffet then climbed
+to the chair seat and reached down and pulled valiantly at his end of
+the trunk while Skud pushed from below. It was pretty heavy but they
+got it safely to the chair seat. They had to be very careful about
+making a noise as the window was near Polly's bed. Next Skiffet
+climbed to the window sill and pulled again while Skud boosted from
+below. It was almost up when Skiffet's foot slipped and he fell over
+backwards losing his hold of the trunk; down it fell to the floor with
+a loud bump. The little squirrels trembled with fear thinking that the
+noise would awaken Polly but she only turned on her other side, and in
+a few minutes they started to lift the trunk again. This time they
+were more careful. They succeeded in getting it safely to the window
+sill, but to hoist it to the tree branch was too risky a feat for them
+to try, so Whiffet decided to open the trunk and see what was inside.
+She lifted up the lid very softly and found that it contained enough
+pretty clothes for a whole doll family. In one of the trays was a
+doll's tiny white hand mirror, comb, brush and powder puff. Whiffet
+was so taken up with these things she nearly forgot everything else,
+but Skiffet reminded her that they had better carry the doll's clothes
+home at once as it was getting late and Polly might wake up any
+minute.
+
+They had to make several trips but at last the trunk was emptied; they
+shut down the lid and left it standing on the window sill. There was
+much excitement over the new clothes and Father and Mother Squirrel
+were as delighted as the children. I wish you could have seen the
+Squirrel family all dressed up in their finery. Skiffet fell in love
+with a cunning red sweater, and Skud took possession of a tiny pair of
+blue overalls.
+
+As for Whiffet she became very vain. She looked into the mirror every
+day and powdered her nose regularly. She was very proud of a pale blue
+evening dress which she found in the bottom of the little trunk, and
+with slippers to match, her bliss was complete.
+
+Two or three days later little Polly went to her doll's trunk to get a
+dress that she wanted and was very much surprised to find the trunk
+entirely empty. She hunted everywhere but not a single one of the
+things could she find. Polly felt very badly at the loss of her doll's
+clothes but especially missed the doll's toilet articles as they were
+the only ones she had. The mystery was not solved until one day late
+in the month of October, when the leaves began to fall. Tom was
+looking up in the chestnut tree when he caught a glimpse of the bird
+house. "I wonder if any birds did use it" thought Tom. He climbed up
+and peeped in the little round doors. The two little cubby holes at
+the back were full of chestnuts and in a corner of each room lay a
+pile of doll's clothes. "Oh Polly," he shouted, "come here quick; I've
+found out who stole your doll's clothes. It's the squirrels." Polly
+came running; with Tom's help she climbed the tree and peeped into the
+house. (Of course the Squirrel family were all out walking when this
+happened). "Did you ever" she cried. "The mischievous little rascals.
+What do you suppose they wanted them for?" She reached her little hand
+through the "bedroom" door and picked up a pile of the doll's clothes.
+Underneath she found the little mirror, brush, comb, and powder puff
+where Whiffet had carefully hidden them. Polly was delighted to find
+her treasures. "I will take these home," she said, "but I will leave
+the doll's clothes, for no doll would care to wear them now." "We'd
+better climb down" said Tom, "for the squirrels can't be far away and
+we don't want to scare them off." "I wonder what became of the 'FOR
+RENT' sign," said Polly. Just then a big red squirrel came scolding
+and chattering down the tree trunk towards them. (It was Father
+Squirrel). Tom and Polly climbed down quickly.
+
+That night when Whiffet went to look for her mirror and powder puff
+she exclaimed angrily, stamping her little blue slippered foot, "the
+nerve of some people."
+
+So now Whiffet has to go without powdering her nose, and she can't
+tell when her hat is on straight for she has no mirror. Skiffet and
+Skud have left off combing their top "Fur" as they have no comb or
+brush, but I'm sure that Polly's doll is very glad indeed to get her
+own tiny things again.
+
+
+
+
+
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+Produced by Lewis Jones
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+
+Pound, Ezra (1920) _Hugh Selwyn Mauberley_
+
+
+
+Hugh Selwyn
+Mauberley
+
+BY
+
+E. P.
+
+
+
+
+THE OVID PRESS
+1920
+
+
+
+"VOCAT AESTUS IN UMBRAM"
+           _Nemesianus Ec. IV._
+
+
+
+H. S. Mauberley
+
+(LIFE AND CONTACTS)
+
+Transcriber's note: Ezra Pound's _Hugh Selwyn Mauberley_
+contains accents, diphthongs and Greek characters. Facsimile
+images of the poems as originally published are freely available
+online from the Internet Archive. Please use these images to
+check for any errors or inadequacies in this electronic text.
+
+
+           _MAUBERLEY_
+            CONTENTS
+             Part I.
+            ________
+
+_Ode pour l'election de son sepulcher_
+II.
+III.
+IV.
+V.
+_Yeux Glauques_
+_"Siena mi fe', disfecemi Maremma"_
+_Brennbaum_
+_Mr. Nixon_
+X.
+XI.
+XII.
+
+         ____________
+
+            ENVOI
+            1919
+        ____________
+
+          Part II.
+           1920
+        (Mauberley)
+
+I.
+II.
+III. _"The age demanded"_
+IV.
+V.   _Medallion_
+
+
+
+
+E.P.
+ODE POUR SELECTION DE SON SEPULCHRE
+
+FOR three years, out of key with his time,
+He strove to resuscitate the dead art
+Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime"
+In the old sense. Wrong from the start--
+
+No hardly, but, seeing he had been born
+In a half savage country, out of date;
+Bent resolutely on wringing lilies from the acorn;
+Capaneus; trout for factitious bait;
+
+_{~GREEK SMALL LETTER IOTA WITH PSILI AND OXIA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER DELTA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER MU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER EPSILON~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~} {~GREEK SMALL LETTER GAMMA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER RHO~} {~GREEK SMALL LETTER TAU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER OMICRON~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER IOTA~} {~GREEK SMALL LETTER PI~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~} {~GREEK SMALL LETTER PI~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER THETA~}', {~GREEK SMALL LETTER OMICRON WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER SIGMA~}' {~GREEK SMALL LETTER EPSILON WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER IOTA~} {~GREEK CAPITAL LETTER TAU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER RHO~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER OMICRON~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER IOTA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ETA~}_
+Caught in the unstopped ear;
+Giving the rocks small lee-way
+The chopped seas held him, therefore, that year.
+
+His true Penelope was Flaubert,
+He fished by obstinate isles;
+Observed the elegance of Circe's hair
+Rather than the mottoes on sun-dials.
+
+Unaffected by "the march of events,"
+He passed from men's memory in _l'an trentiesme
+De son eage_; the case presents
+No adjunct to the Muses' diadem.
+
+
+II.
+
+THE age demanded an image
+Of its accelerated grimace,
+Something for the modern stage,
+Not, at any rate, an Attic grace;
+
+Not, not certainly, the obscure reveries
+Of the inward gaze;
+Better mendacities
+Than the classics in paraphrase!
+
+The "age demanded" chiefly a mould in plaster,
+Made with no loss of time,
+A prose kinema, not, not assuredly, alabaster
+Or the "sculpture" of rhyme.
+
+
+III.
+
+THE tea-rose tea-gown, etc.
+Supplants the mousseline of Cos,
+The pianola "replaces"
+Sappho's barbitos.
+
+Christ follows Dionysus,
+Phallic and ambrosial
+Made way for macerations;
+Caliban casts out Ariel.
+
+All things are a flowing,
+Sage Heracleitus says;
+But a tawdry cheapness
+Shall reign throughout our days.
+
+Even the Christian beauty
+Defects--after Samothrace;
+We see _{~GREEK SMALL LETTER TAU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER OMICRON~} {~GREEK SMALL LETTER KAPPA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER LAMDA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER OMICRON WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}_
+Decreed in the market place.
+
+Faun's flesh is not to us,
+Nor the saint's vision.
+We have the press for wafer;
+Franchise for circumcision.
+
+All men, in law, are equals.
+Free of Peisistratus,
+We choose a knave or an eunuch
+To rule over us.
+
+O bright Apollo,
+_{~GREEK SMALL LETTER TAU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER IOTA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}'  {~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER DELTA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER RHO~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA~}, {~GREEK SMALL LETTER TAU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER IOTA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}'  {~GREEK SMALL LETTER ETA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER RHO~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER OMEGA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA~}, {~GREEK SMALL LETTER TAU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER IOTA WITH TONOS~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER ALPHA~} {~GREEK SMALL LETTER THETA~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER EPSILON~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER OMICRON~}{~GREEK SMALL LETTER NU~}_,
+What god, man, or hero
+Shall I place a tin wreath upon!
+
+
+IV.
+
+THESE fought, in any case,
+and some believing, pro domo, in any case . .
+Some quick to arm,
+some for adventure,
+some from fear of weakness,
+some from fear of censure,
+some for love of slaughter, in imagination,
+learning later . . .
+
+some in fear, learning love of slaughter;
+Died some "pro patria, non dulce non et decor". .
+
+walked eye-deep in hell
+believing in old men's lies, then unbelieving
+came home, home to a lie,
+home to many deceits,
+home to old lies and new infamy;
+
+usury age-old and age-thick
+and liars in public places.
+
+Daring as never before, wastage as never before.
+Young blood and high blood,
+Fair cheeks, and fine bodies;
+
+fortitude as never before
+
+frankness as never before,
+disillusions as never told in the old days,
+hysterias, trench confessions,
+laughter out of dead bellies.
+
+
+V.
+
+THERE died a myriad,
+And of the best, among them,
+For an old bitch gone in the teeth,
+For a botched civilization,
+
+Charm, smiling at the good mouth,
+Quick eyes gone under earth's lid,
+
+For two gross of broken statues,
+For a few thousand battered books.
+
+
+YEUX GLAUQUES
+
+GLADSTONE was still respected,
+When John Ruskin produced
+"Kings Treasuries"; Swinburne
+And Rossetti still abused.
+
+Foetid Buchanan lifted up his voice
+When that faun's head of hers
+Became a pastime for
+Painters and adulterers.
+
+The Burne-Jones cartons
+Have preserved her eyes;
+Still, at the Tate, they teach
+Cophetua to rhapsodize;
+
+Thin like brook-water,
+With a vacant gaze.
+The English Rubaiyat was still-born
+In those days.
+
+The thin, clear gaze, the same
+Still darts out faun-like from the half-ruin'd fac
+Questing and passive ....
+"Ah, poor Jenny's case"...
+
+Bewildered that a world
+Shows no surprise
+At her last maquero's
+Adulteries.
+
+
+"SIENA MI FE', DISFECEMI MAREMMA"
+
+AMONG the pickled foetuses and bottled bones,
+Engaged in perfecting the catalogue,
+I found the last scion of the
+Senatorial families of Strasbourg, Monsieur Verog.
+
+For two hours he talked of Gallifet;
+Of Dowson; of the Rhymers' Club;
+Told me how Johnson (Lionel) died
+By falling from a high stool in a pub . . .
+
+But showed no trace of alcohol
+At the autopsy, privately performed--
+Tissue preserved--the pure mind
+Arose toward Newman as the whiskey warmed.
+
+Dowson found harlots cheaper than hotels;
+Headlam for uplift; Image impartially imbued
+With raptures for Bacchus, Terpsichore and the Church.
+So spoke the author of "The Dorian Mood",
+
+M. Verog, out of step with the decade,
+Detached from his contemporaries,
+Neglected by the young,
+Because of these reveries.
+
+
+BRENNBAUM.
+
+THE sky-like limpid eyes,
+The circular infant's face,
+The stiffness from spats to collar
+Never relaxing into grace;
+
+The heavy memories of Horeb, Sinai and the forty years,
+Showed only when the daylight fell
+Level across the face
+Of Brennbaum "The Impeccable".
+
+
+MR. NIXON
+
+IN the cream gilded cabin of his steam yacht
+Mr. Nixon advised me kindly, to advance with fewer
+Dangers of delay. "Consider
+    "Carefully the reviewer.
+
+"I was as poor as you are;
+"When I began I got, of course,
+"Advance on royalties, fifty at first", said Mr. Nixon,
+"Follow me, and take a column,
+"Even if you have to work free.
+
+"Butter reviewers. From fifty to three hundred
+"I rose in eighteen months;
+"The hardest nut I had to crack
+"Was Dr. Dundas.
+
+"I never mentioned a man but with the view
+"Of selling my own works.
+"The tip's a good one, as for literature
+"It gives no man a sinecure."
+
+And no one knows, at sight a masterpiece.
+And give up verse, my boy,
+There's nothing in it.
+
+                   *    *    *
+
+Likewise a friend of Bloughram's once advised me:
+Don't kick against the pricks,
+Accept opinion. The "Nineties" tried your game
+And died, there's nothing in it.
+
+
+X.
+
+BENEATH the sagging roof
+The stylist has taken shelter,
+Unpaid, uncelebrated,
+At last from the world's welter
+
+Nature receives him,
+With a placid and uneducated mistress
+He exercises his talents
+And the soil meets his distress.
+
+The haven from sophistications and contentions
+Leaks through its thatch;
+He offers succulent cooking;
+The door has a creaking latch.
+
+
+XI.
+
+"CONSERVATRIX of Milesien"
+Habits of mind and feeling,
+Possibly. But in Ealing
+With the most bank-clerkly of Englishmen?
+
+No, "Milesien" is an exaggeration.
+No instinct has survived in her
+Older than those her grandmother
+Told her would fit her station.
+
+
+XII.
+
+"DAPHNE with her thighs in bark
+Stretches toward me her leafy hands",--
+Subjectively. In the stuffed-satin drawing-room
+I await The Lady Valentine's commands,
+
+Knowing my coat has never been
+Of precisely the fashion
+To stimulate, in her,
+A durable passion;
+
+Doubtful, somewhat, of the value
+Of well-gowned approbation
+Of literary effort,
+But never of The Lady Valentine's vocation:
+
+Poetry, her border of ideas,
+The edge, uncertain, but a means of blending
+With other strata
+Where the lower and higher have ending;
+
+A hook to catch the Lady Jane's attention,
+A modulation toward the theatre,
+Also, in the case of revolution,
+A possible friend and comforter.
+
+             *       *       *
+
+Conduct, on the other hand, the soul
+"Which the highest cultures have nourished"
+To Fleet St. where
+Dr. Johnson flourished;
+
+Beside this thoroughfare
+The sale of half-hose has
+Long since superseded the cultivation
+Of Pierian roses.
+
+
+ENVOI (1919)
+
+GO, dumb-born book,
+Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes;
+Hadst thou but song
+As thou hast subjects known,
+Then were there cause in thee that should condone
+Even my faults that heavy upon me lie
+And build her glories their longevity.
+
+Tell her that sheds
+Such treasure in the air,
+Recking naught else but that her graces give
+Life to the moment,
+I would bid them live
+As roses might, in magic amber laid,
+Red overwrought with orange and all made
+One substance and one colour
+Braving time.
+
+Tell her that goes
+With song upon her lips
+But sings not out the song, nor knows
+The maker of it, some other mouth,
+May be as fair as hers,
+Might, in new ages, gain her worshippers,
+When our two dusts with Waller's shall be laid,
+Siftings on siftings in oblivion,
+Till change hath broken down
+All things save Beauty alone.
+
+
+1920
+
+(MAUBERLEY)
+
+            I.
+
+TURNED from the "eau-forte
+Par Jaquemart"
+To the strait head
+Of Mcssalina:
+
+"His true Penelope
+Was Flaubert",
+And his tool
+The engraver's
+
+Firmness,
+Not the full smile,
+His art, but an art
+In profile;
+
+Colourless
+Pier Francesca,
+Pisanello lacking the skill
+To forge Achaia.
+
+            II.
+
+     _"Qu'est ce qu'ils savent de l'amour, et
+      gu'est ce qu'ils peuvent comprendre?
+      S'ils ne comprennent pas la poesie,
+      s'ils ne sentent pas la musique, qu'est ce
+      qu'ils peuvent comprendre de cette pas-
+      sion en comparaison avec laquelle la rose
+      est grossiere et le parfum des violettes un
+      tonnerre?"_            CAID ALI
+
+FOR three years, diabolus in the scale,
+He drank ambrosia,
+All passes, ANANGKE prevails,
+Came end, at last, to that Arcadia.
+
+He had moved amid her phantasmagoria,
+Amid her galaxies,
+NUKTIS AGALMA
+
+Drifted....drifted precipitate,
+Asking time to be rid of....
+Of his bewilderment; to designate
+His new found orchid....
+
+To be certain....certain...
+(Amid aerial flowers)..time for arrangements--
+Drifted on
+To the final estrangement;
+
+Unable in the supervening blankness
+To sift TO AGATHON from the chaff
+Until he found his seive...
+Ultimately, his seismograph:
+
+--Given, that is, his urge
+To convey the relation
+Of eye-lid and cheek-bone
+By verbal manifestation;
+
+To present the series
+Of curious heads in medallion--
+
+He had passed, inconscient, full gaze,
+The wide-banded irises
+And botticellian sprays implied
+In their diastasis;
+
+Which anaesthesis, noted a year late,
+And weighed, revealed his great affect,
+(Orchid), mandate
+Of Eros, a retrospect.
+
+            .     .     .
+
+Mouths biting empty air,
+The still stone dogs,
+Caught in metamorphosis were,
+Left him as epilogues.
+
+
+"THE AGE DEMANDED"
+
+VIDE POEM II.
+
+FOR this agility chance found
+Him of all men, unfit
+As the red-beaked steeds of
+The Cytheraean for a chain-bit.
+
+The glow of porcelain
+Brought no reforming sense
+To his perception
+Of the social inconsequence.
+
+Thus, if her colour
+Came against his gaze,
+Tempered as if
+It were through a perfect glaze
+
+He made no immediate application
+Of this to relation of the state
+To the individual, the month was more temperate
+Because this beauty had been
+    ......
+           The coral isle, the lion-coloured sand
+           Burst in upon the porcelain revery:
+           Impetuous troubling
+           Of his imagery.
+    ......
+
+Mildness, amid the neo-Neitzschean clatter,
+His sense of graduations,
+Quite out of place amid
+Resistance to current exacerbations
+
+Invitation, mere invitation to perceptivity
+Gradually led him to the isolation
+Which these presents place
+Under a more tolerant, perhaps, examination.
+
+By constant elimination
+The manifest universe
+Yielded an armour
+Against utter consternation,
+
+A Minoan undulation,
+Seen, we admit, amid ambrosial circumstances
+Strengthened him against
+The discouraging doctrine of chances
+
+And his desire for survival,
+Faint in the most strenuous moods,
+Became an Olympian _apathein_
+In the presence of selected perceptions.
+
+A pale gold, in the aforesaid pattern,
+The unexpected palms
+Destroying, certainly, the artist's urge,
+Left him delighted with the imaginary
+Audition of the phantasmal sea-surge,
+
+Incapable of the least utterance or composition,
+Emendation, conservation of the "better tradition",
+Refinement of medium, elimination of superfluities,
+August attraction or concentration.
+
+Nothing in brief, but maudlin confession
+Irresponse to human aggression,
+Amid the precipitation, down-float
+Of insubstantial manna
+Lifting the faint susurrus
+Of his subjective hosannah.
+
+Ultimate affronts to human redundancies;
+
+Non-esteem of self-styled "his betters"
+Leading, as he well knew,
+To his final
+Exclusion from the world of letters.
+
+
+      IV.
+
+SCATTERED Moluccas
+Not knowing, day to day,
+The first day's end, in the next noon;
+The placid water
+Unbroken by the Simoon;
+
+Thick foliage
+Placid beneath warm suns,
+Tawn fore-shores
+Washed in the cobalt of oblivions;
+
+Or through dawn-mist
+The grey and rose
+Of the juridical
+Flamingoes;
+
+A consciousness disjunct,
+Being but this overblotted
+Series
+Of intermittences;
+
+Coracle of Pacific voyages,
+The unforecasted beach:
+Then on an oar
+Read this:
+
+"I was
+And I no more exist;
+Here drifted
+An hedonist."
+
+
+MEDALLION
+
+LUINI in porcelain!
+The grand piano
+Utters a profane
+Protest with her clear soprano.
+
+The sleek head emerges
+From the gold-yellow frock
+As Anadyomene in the opening
+Pages of Reinach.
+
+Honey-red, closing the face-oval
+A basket-work of braids which seem as if they were
+Spun in King Minos' hall
+From metal, or intractable amber;
+
+The face-oval beneath the glaze,
+Bright in its suave bounding-line, as
+Beneath half-watt rays
+The eyes turn topaz.
+
+
+THIS EDITION OF 200 COPIES IS THE THIRD BOOK
+   OF THE OVID PRESS: WAS PRINTED BY JOHN
+      RODKER: AND COMPLETED APRIL
+              23RD. 1920
+
+OF THIS EDITION:--
+
+15 Copies on Japan Vellum numbered 1-15 & not for sale.
+20 Signed copies numbered 16-35
+165 Unsigned copies numbered 36-200
+
+The initials & colophon by E. Wadsworth.
+
+
+      The . OVID . PRESS
+
+    43 BELSIZE PARK GARDENS
+
+        LONDON N.W.3
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+A PHENOMENAL FAUNA
+
+BY
+
+CAROLYN WELLS
+
+
+WITH PICTURES
+BY
+OLIVER HEREFORD
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+Copyright, 1901, 1902
+By LIFE PUBLISHING COMPANY
+_New York_
+
+
+By ROBERT HOWARD RUSSELL
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+To My Godfather
+WILLIAM F. CLARKE
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE REG'LAR LARK
+
+
+The Reg'lar Lark's a very gay old Bird;
+At sunrise often may his voice be heard
+As jauntily he wends his homeward way,
+And trills a fresh and merry roundelay.
+And some old, wise philosopher has said:
+Rise with a lark, and with a lark to bed.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE HUMBUG
+
+
+Although a learned Entomologist
+May doubt if Humbugs really do exist,
+Yet each of us, I'm sure, can truly say
+We've seen a number of them in our day.
+But are they real?--well, a mind judicial
+Perhaps would call them false and artificial.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE POPPYCOCK
+
+
+The Poppycock's a fowl of English breed,
+And therefore many think him fine indeed.
+Credulous people's ears he would regale,
+And so he crows aloud and spreads his tale.
+But he is stuffed with vain and worthless words;
+Fine feathers do not always make fine birds.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE HAYCOCK
+
+
+The Haycock cannot crow; he has no brains,
+No,--not enough to go in when it rains.
+He is not gamy,--fighting's not his forte,
+A Haycock fight is just no sort of sport.
+Down in the meadow all day long he'll bide,
+(That is a little hay-hen by his side.)
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE POWDER MONKEY
+
+
+A Theory, by scientists defended,
+Declares that we from monkeys are descended.
+This being thus, we therefore clearly see
+The Powder-Monkey heads some pedigree.
+Ah, yes,--from him descend by evolution,
+The Dames and Daughters of the Revolution.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE TREE CALF
+
+
+The sportive Tree Calf here we see,
+He builds his nest up in a tree;
+To this strange dwelling-place he cleaves
+Because he is so fond of leaves.
+'Twas his ancestral cow, I trow,
+Jumped o'er the moon, so long ago.
+But he is not so great a rover,
+Though at the last he runs to cover.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE MILITARY FROG
+
+
+The Military Frog, as well you know,
+Is the famed one who would a-wooing go.
+And on the soldier's manly breast displayed,
+He wins the heart of every blushing maid.
+But, as a frog, I think he's incomplete,
+He has no good hind legs that we may eat.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE FEATHER BOA
+
+
+This animal of which I speak
+Is a most curious sort of freak.
+Though Serpent would its form describe,
+Yet it is of the feathered tribe.
+And 'tis the snake, I do believe,
+That tempted poor old Mother Eve,
+For never woman did exist
+Who could its subtle charm resist.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE BRICK BAT
+
+
+Oft through the stillness of the summer night
+We see the Brick Bat take his rapid flight.
+And, with unerring aim, descending straight,
+He meets a cat on the back garden gate.
+The little Brick Bat could not fly alone,--
+Oh, no; there is a power behind the thrown.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE CAT O' NINE TAILS
+
+
+The Cat O' Nine Tails is not very nice,--
+No good at all at catching rats and mice;
+She eats no fish, though living on the sea,
+And no one's friend or pet she seems to be.
+Yet oft she makes it lively for poor Jack,--
+Curls round his legs, and jumps upon his back.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE ROUND ROBIN
+
+
+Here's the Round Robin, round as any ball;
+You scarce can see his head or tail at all.
+He's not a carrier-pigeon, though he brings
+Important messages beneath his wings.
+And 'tis this freak of ornithology
+They mean who say, "A little bird told me."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE IRON SPIDER
+
+
+The Iron Spider is an insect strange,
+He loves to stand upon a red-hot range.
+Unlike his race, he's not an octoped,
+He has but three legs and he has no head.
+Had this but been the kind Miss Muffet saw
+'Twould not have filled the maiden with such awe.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE BOOKWORM
+
+
+The Bookworm's an uninteresting grub,
+Whether he's all alone or in a club.
+Of stupid books which seem to us a bore,
+The Bookworm will devour the very core.
+Did Solomon or somebody affirm
+The early reed-bird catches the bookworm?
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE BLACK SHEEP
+
+
+The Black Sheep is a beast all men should shun--
+He has no fleece yet fleeces every one;
+Though without horns, oft with a horn he's seen;
+Though not a lamb, he gambles on the green.
+Perhaps he's not a sheep, as some suggest,
+But a grim wolf who's in sheep's clothing dressed.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+TIME FLIES
+
+
+Time Flies are well-known insects; sages claim
+That Tempus Fugit is their rightful name.
+When we're on idleness or pleasure bent,
+They sting our conscience and our fun prevent.
+We hear them winter mornings ere we rise,
+And oft in fly-time we observe Time Flies.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE APPLE BEE
+
+
+In country villages is found
+The Apple Bee with buzzing sound.
+And when our ears it does regale
+We find a sting is in its tale.
+As to its food,--the Apple Bee
+Is fond of doughnuts, cheese and tea.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE WELSH RABBIT
+
+
+See the Welsh Rabbit--he is bred on cheese;
+(Or cheese on bread, whichever way you please.)
+Although he's tough, he looks so mild, who'd think
+That a strong man from this small beast would shrink?
+But close behind him follows the nightmare,
+Beware of them, they are a frightful pair.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE CRICKET BAT
+
+
+The Cricket Bat is very often seen
+Flying perchance around the village green;
+But unlike many other bats, its flight
+Is always made by day and not by night.
+There may be one exception though,--and that
+Is when it's aimed at some stray neighboring Cat.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE COMMON SWALLOW
+
+
+The Common Swallow is so swift of flight,
+We scarcely see him ere he's out of sight.
+One does not make a summer, it is true,
+But many of them cause a fall or two.
+The Swallow's strong when he is in his prime,
+And yet a man can down him every time.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE TOMAHAWK
+
+
+The Tomahawk's a fearsome bird, we deem;
+Though feathered tribes hold him in great esteem;
+A bird of prey, he whizzes through the air,
+And clutches his pale victim by the hair.
+Gory and grewsome,--he is the mainstay
+Of the historic novel of to-day.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE JAIL-BIRD
+
+
+This is a Jail-bird. Isn't it a shame
+To keep him in a cage and try to tame
+His wild desires for freedom? See him droop
+Behind his bars. He wants to fly the coop.
+But to beguile his tedious, lonely hours
+Kind ladies bring him nosegays of bright flowers.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE ROYAL SEAL
+
+
+This noble beast's impressive form is seen
+'Mong the possessions of a king or queen.
+Hard-favored, yet so valuable is he,
+He's ever kept beneath a lock and key.
+And, since his temper can't find vent in speech,
+He stamps and punches everything in reach.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+THE FIRE DOGS
+
+
+Here are two Fire Dogs--they are queer, indeed;
+They seem to come of a three-legged breed.
+They have no tails, their bark is on their back;
+They hunt in couples, never in a pack.
+The day's work over, 'tis a pleasant sight
+To find them waiting by the fire at night.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE MACKEREL KIT
+
+
+This funny little Mackerel Kit
+Is not like other cats a bit;
+She cannot mew or scratch or purr,
+She has no whiskers and no fur.
+Yet, like all cats, her dearest wish
+Is just to be filled up with fish;
+But (and this isn't so feline)
+She always takes them steeped in brine.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+GOLF LYNX
+
+
+This is the merry Golf Lynx, as you see;
+An amiable beast, and fond of tee.
+Indigenous to all the country round,
+His snaky length lies prone along the ground.
+It is the fashion o'er this beast to rave,
+But have a care, lest you become his slave.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE TRAVELING CRANE
+
+
+The Traveling Crane's a bird, of course,
+Yet he possesses wondrous force.
+A bird of burden he must be,
+He lifts and pulls so mightily.
+And sometimes he will grasp his prey,
+And with it rise and soar away.
+His plumage is not fine, but then,
+He's of the greatest use to men.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE FLYING BUTTRESS
+
+
+The Flying Buttress, every day and night,
+Continues in his long, unwearied flight.
+He's not a song-bird, but he's said to be
+Famed for his beauty and his Symmetry.
+He frequents an old abbey or a manse;
+The ostrich eats him if he gets a chance.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE SEA PUSS
+
+
+In ocean waters the Sea Puss is found,
+Cat-like, forever chasing round and round.
+She has no claws, but crouching sly and low
+She stealthily puts out her undertow.
+And when an old seadog comes in her way
+I'll warrant you there is the deuce to pay!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE BATTERING RAM
+
+
+This is the Battering Ram, a fearful beast,
+I think he weighs a thousand tons at least.
+Stronger than any other kind of butter,
+He goes his way calmly, without a flutter.
+Big as an elephant, bigger than a horse,
+He seems the best example of brute force.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE SPRING CHICKEN
+
+
+Here's the Spring Chicken. I have heard
+They manufacture this queer bird
+From bits of leather and of strings
+All joined and worked by tiny springs.
+Whenever this fine fowl is broiled,
+Each of his springs should be well oiled,
+Or he may spring across the room
+And plunge his carver into gloom.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE SHUTTLECOCK
+
+
+The Shuttlecock's a handsome fowl to see,
+His feathers grow straight upward like a tree.
+He cannot crow, but oftentimes his flight
+Will reach up to a most astounding height.
+He is a gamecock, and, in fighting trim,
+There are not many birds that equal him.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE SAW-BUCK
+
+
+The Saw-Buck is a fearsome beast.
+The tramp objects to it, at least.
+When to the housewife he applies
+For coffee or for apple-pies,
+Right speedily he'll turn and leave her
+When he is seized with Saw-Buck Fever.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE PIGEON TOAD
+
+
+The Pigeon Toad's a funny little beast,
+He's found in every land from West to East.
+The children bring him in, to our amaze,
+And though we try to turn him out, he stays.
+He's never seen with soldiers, nor with fops,
+But with the schoolboys how he jumps and hops.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE GOLDEN BUCK
+
+
+Perhaps because it's easily approached,
+The Golden Buck's a game that's often poached.
+'Tis sometimes mild, again 'tis strong and hearty,
+It may be found at many a gay stag-party.
+No branching antlers this strange beast adorn,
+But with the Golden Buck we take a horn.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE BUMBLE PUPPY
+
+
+This is the Bumblepuppy. He's quite tame,
+Although he's said to be a sort of game.
+You scorn him, yet you must--ah, there's the rub--
+Accept him at your table or your club.
+He has his points, yet he's a pest, indeed;
+I would we could exterminate the breed.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE WATCH DOG
+
+
+This useful animal we keep
+To guard our treasure while we sleep.
+A pointer, not a setter, yet
+He's of no use unless he's set.
+Gaze on his open, honest face,--
+There's no deception in his case.
+He is attached to us, 'tis plain,
+Though often by a slender chain.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE GOLD EAGLE
+
+
+Here's the Gold Eagle. Very rare. They say
+This bird is worth ten dollars any day.
+He has no wings, apparently, yet I
+Or you, or anyone can make him fly.
+He's very powerful--held in great esteem;
+And money talks, so let the eagle scream.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE BUGBEAR
+
+
+Of all the fearsome beasts beneath the sun
+The Bugbear is the most appalling one.
+At night he comes and hovers o'er our bed,
+Filling us with a nameless fear and dread.
+He is not half so terrible by day--
+Sometimes he shrinks and dwindles quite away.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE IRISH BULL
+
+
+Among the stock jokes it is oft averred
+The Irish Bull is best of all the heard.
+He has no points, he has no head or tail,
+But many a jovial party he'll regale.
+And all his hearers will with laughter choke,
+Except his brother John, who sees no joke.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE JAY
+
+
+'Tis very strange, and yet, upon my word,
+This silly fellow thinks he is a bird!
+He lives on hayseed,--everywhere he's found,
+But in the country he does most abound.
+And at the approach of winter, (more's the pity),
+A flock of jays will migrate to the city.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+FOREBEARS
+
+
+Misled by certain signs of form and shape,
+Some think we are descended from the ape.
+But recent science now the truth declares
+The human race descended from Forebears.
+And since we're so inclined to war, I'll wager
+One of our Forebears was the Ursa Major.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE HIGH HORSE
+
+
+The High Horse often takes a foremost place
+Among the winners of the human race.
+They say one needs both brawn and brain to ride him,
+And even then 'tis very hard to guide him.
+His jockeys gaily prance and boldly scoff,
+But soon or late they're sure to tumble off.
+
+
+The End.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Books By
+
+CAROLYN WELLS
+
+Children of Our Town
+Abeniki Caldwell
+The Merry-Go-Round
+A Phenomenal Fauna
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Produced by K. Nordquist, Jacqueline Jeremy and the Online
+Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This
+file was produced from images generously made available
+by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.)
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+    Christmas
+    Roses
+
+    by
+
+    Lizzie Lawson
+
+    and
+
+    Robert Ellice Mack.
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    London:
+    Griffith, Farran & Company
+    St. Paul's Churchyard.
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration: CHRISTMAS ROSES]
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _A BUNCH_ of Christmas Roses, dear,
+      To greet my fairest child,
+    I plucked them in my garden where
+      The drifting snow lay piled.
+
+    I cannot bring thee violets dear,
+      Or cowslips growing wild,
+    Or daisy chain for thee to wear,
+      For thee to wear, my child.
+
+    For all the grassy meadows near
+      Are clad with snow, my child;
+    Through all the days of winter drear
+      No ray of sun has smiled.
+
+    I plucked this bunch of verses, dear,
+      From out my garden wild,
+    I plucked them in the winter drear
+      For you, my fairest child,
+    Your wet and wintry hours to cheer,
+      They're Christmas Roses, child.
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _THE CHRISTMAS STOCKING._
+
+    "_I DON'T_ believe that Santa Claus will come to you and me,"
+    Said little crippled Nell, "a'cause, we are so poor you see;
+    And then I don't believe the 'chimbley's' wide enough for him,
+    D'ye think that Santa Claus will come, when all the lights are dim."
+    "Of course he comes to every one, dear, whether rich or poor;
+    Now go to bed dear Nell," said Nan, "he'll come to-night I'm sure."
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    I don't know if by chimney or if by stair he crept,
+    But sure enough he visited the room where Nelly slept.
+    He brought a golden orange, and a monkey red and blue,
+    That climbed a little wooden stick in a way I couldn't do.
+    He hung them in Nell's stocking, and Nan was right, be sure,
+    That Santa Claus loves every one however rich or poor.
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _THE PET RABBIT._
+
+    "_I HAVE_ a little Bunny with a coat as soft as down,
+    And nearly all of him is white except one bit of brown.
+    The first thing in the morning when I get out of bed,
+    I wonder if my Bunny's still safe in his little shed.
+
+    And than the next thing that I do I dare say you have guessed;
+    It's to go at once and see him, when I am washed and dressed.
+    And every day I see him I like him more and more,
+    And each day he is bigger than he was the day before.
+
+    I feed him in the morning with bran and bits of bread,
+    And every night I take some straw to make his little bed.
+    What with carrots in the morning and turnip-tops for tea,
+    If a bunny can be happy, I'm sure he ought to be.
+
+    Then when it's nearly bedtime I go down to his shed,
+    And say 'Good night you Bunny' before I go to bed.
+    I think there's only one thing that would make me happy quite,
+    If I could take my Bunny dear with me to bed at night?"
+
+    [Illustration: THE PET RABBIT.]
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    FATHER'S BOAT.
+
+    _IT'S_ Father's boat we're watching,
+          Away out on the sea,
+    She's named the Pretty Polly,
+          One hundred and ninety three,
+    Father called her the Polly,
+          After Mother and me.
+
+    There isn't a smarter boat
+          Than Father's on the sea,
+    The Pretty Polly is _our_ ship,
+          Father's the skipper is he,
+    And we are watching for Father,
+          We're watching, Nancy and me.
+
+    Sometimes the wind blows wildly,
+          But Nancy, and Mother, and me,
+    We sing a bit of a hymn we know,
+          The hymn for those at sea,
+    Although when we think of Father,
+          We're as near to choke as can be.
+
+    To-night the moon will be shining,
+          A sight it will be to see,
+    Father's ship all in silver,
+          A'sail on a silver sea,
+    And Father himself a coming home
+          To Mother and Nancy and me.
+
+    [Illustration: FATHER'S BOAT.]
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _A MISTAKE._
+
+    "_MY_ dears, whatever are you at?
+      You ought to be at home;
+    I told you not to wet your feet--
+      I told you not to roam.
+
+    "Oh, dear! I'm sure you will be drowned!
+      _I_ never saw such tricks
+    Come home at once, and go to bed,
+      You naughty naughty chicks."
+
+    Now most of them were five days old,
+      But one, whose age was six--
+    "Please, ma'am," said he, "I think we're ducks;
+      I don't believe we're chicks!"
+
+    [Illustration: LITTLE DUCKS.]
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _A SAD TALE._
+
+    "_Who's_ afraid of a cat?" said he;
+      "I'm not afraid of a cat."
+        He was a bird who sat on a rail,
+      With five other birds, and this was his tale.
+        "I'm not afraid of a cat."
+
+    "I _might_ be afraid if I were a mouse,
+      Or even if I were a rat:
+        But as I'm a bird
+        I give you my word
+      I'm not afraid of a cat."
+
+    A cat and her kits came down on the scene,
+      Five birds flew over the rail;
+        Our hero was caught
+        As quick as a thought,
+      And didn't he alter his tale!
+
+    "You've made a mistake, Mister Cat," said he;
+      "You must please let me go, Mister Cat.
+        I'm not at all nice,
+        I don't taste like mice:
+      You'd much better have a young rat."
+        Said the cat, "It's no use,
+        You may be a goose,
+      I'll not let you go for all that."
+
+
+
+
+    _THE CREW OF THE NANCY LEE._
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _Polly's_ the mate of the Nancy Lee,
+      And Tom is the skipper bold,
+        They sail together
+        In rough wind and weather,
+      And they are the crew, all told.
+
+      In their taut and trim little boat they ride
+    Away o'er the bright blue sea,
+        With hands ever ready,
+        And hearts ever steady,
+    Whatever the dangers may be.
+    And a smarter crew will never be found,
+    Though you may search the whole world round.
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration: HIE FOR CHRISTMAS.]
+
+    _HIE FOR CHRISTMAS!_
+
+    _Bring_ Frost, bring Snow,
+          Come winter,
+          Bring us holly,
+    Bring joy at Christmas,
+          Off with Melancholy!
+
+    Sing hie, sing hey,
+          Sing ho,
+          Sing holly,
+    Sing hie for Christmas!
+          Isn't winter jolly?
+
+    Sing Jack, Sing Jill,
+          Sing Jo,
+          Sing Polly,
+    Sing hie for Christmas,
+          Mistletoe and Holly.
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration: PUTTING AWAY THE TOYS.]
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _BEDTIME._
+
+    "_It's_ bedtime, bedtime, Cissy dear,
+      It's time to put away,
+    Your little Noah's ark dear
+      Until another day,
+    You know it isn't right at all
+      To tire yourself with play.
+
+    And they too must be tired dear,
+      The elephants want to go
+    To bed,--if they're much later,
+      They'll all be ill I know,
+    And every well bred camel,
+      Is in bed long ago.
+
+    And surely you can see dear,
+      It really isn't right,
+    The little dove's so tired dear,
+      She scarce can stand upright.
+    It does not do to keep them up
+      So very late at night."
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _PUSS IN THE CORNER._
+
+    "_You_ are a naughty pussy-cat,
+    I think it right to mention that,
+    To all who see your picture here,
+    'Twas you who broke my Bunny dear.
+
+    An hour ago, as you can tell,
+    I left him here, alive and well;
+    And now he's _dead_ and, what is more,
+    You've broke his leg I'm pretty sure.
+
+    For you my puss I'll never care,
+    No never, never, never, _there_,
+    And you are in disgrace you know,
+    And in the corner you must go.
+
+    What crying? Then I must cry too
+    And I can't bear to punish you;
+    Perhaps my Bunny isn't dead,
+    Perhaps you've only stunned his head.
+
+    And though I'm sure you broke his leg,
+    It may be mended with a peg,
+    And though he's very, very, funny,
+    My Bunny's not a real Bunny,
+    And I'll forgive and tell you that,
+    You're my own precious pussy cat."
+
+    [Illustration: PUSS IN THE CORNER.]
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _THE LITTLE HE AND SHE._
+
+    _Once_ there lived, I'm not sure where,
+      May be Arcadee,
+    Sweet-Heart and his mistress fair,
+      Little He and She;
+
+    And they danced a measure light,
+      Danced in very glee.
+    Hand in hand, a pretty sight,
+      Little He and She.
+
+    When they ceased his bright eyes fell,
+      Darling must we stay?
+    Can't we dance so happily
+      You and I for aye?
+
+    Then she clasped his hand again,
+      Whispered sweet and low,
+    "Dearest, always hand in hand
+      You and I will go."
+
+    So they danced with merry feet,
+      E'en in Arcadee,
+    Happier pair you ne'er will meet,
+      Little He and She.
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _LITTLE BO-PEEP._
+
+    _Little_ Bo-peep has lost her Sheep,
+    (It's a secret to you I'm confiding.)
+    At the end of the shelf,
+    Where she put them herself,
+    Her Baa-lambs are safely hiding.
+
+    If you put a thing carefully, safely away,
+    You're sure not to find it when wanted next day.
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration: HOPES AND FEARS.]
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _HOPES AND FEARS._
+
+    _Like_ clouds that flit across the sky,
+      So follow hopes and fears.
+    What in these clouds see you and me
+      Dear Sweetheart, smiles or tears?
+
+    This little airy fleecy wing,
+      That flits across the blue,
+    What message Sweetheart does it bring
+      Of hope or fear to you?
+
+    Pray God it brings you _sunny hours_
+      And haply some few _tears_
+    To bless like showers your summer flowers
+      In the long coming years.
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _THE STORY BOOK FAIRY._
+
+      _Shall_ I sing you a song, not short and not long,
+      Of a story-book fairy who hides all among
+      The covers and leaves of your pictures and prints,
+      And colors them all with such beautiful tints?
+
+    First he kisses the girls with the fairest of curls
+    Then they blush like red roses and each head whirls.
+    In each little eye drops a bit of blue sky,
+    And colors each frock with a wonderful dye.
+
+      His breathing I ween is the wonderful sheen,
+      That clothes trees and meadows with loveliest green,
+      The buttercups bold, it need hardly be told,
+      Are gilded by him with the finest of gold.
+
+      It is he I suppose who paints the red rose,
+      And the rest of the flowers which every one knows,
+      And the same red will do (or a similar hue),
+      For Robin and little Red Riding Hood too.
+
+      He's awake it is said when you are abed,
+      For the picture-book doggies and cats must be fed,
+      To the picture-book children some stories he'll tell,
+      And sometimes he'll read them their verses as well.
+
+      The moment you open your picture book he
+      Is away out of sight as quick as can be,
+      For fairy law says that a fairy must die
+      The instant he's seen by one human eye.
+
+
+
+
+    _SPRING._
+
+    _The_ tiny crocus is so bold
+        It peeps its head above the mould,
+        Before the flowers awaken,
+    To say that spring is coming, dear,
+    With sunshine and that winter drear
+        Will soon be overtaken.
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _GOLDEN DAYS._
+
+    _There_ are days of summer sunshine,
+      Of warm and sunny weather,
+    When the hedge is full of hawthorn
+      And hills are glad with heather.
+
+    There are days of silent sadness,
+      Of frost, and snow, and rain,
+    When we fear that summer's gladness
+      Will never come again.
+
+    And now our songs are minor key,
+      And now in merry tune;
+    The windward side will change to lee,
+      And January to June.
+
+    Day and night the sun is shining,
+      Though he may hide his head;
+    Each cloud has a silver lining,
+      The flowers are asleep not dead.
+
+    Every day may have its playtime
+      Made bright by cheerful lays;
+    And life be one long Maytime,
+      A year of golden days.
+
+    [Illustration: GOLDEN DAYS.]
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _A SLANDER._
+
+    "_Shake_ hands, shake hands my little girl,"
+      Said Mister Crab to Nell,
+    "I'm very glad to meet you dear,
+      I hope you are quite well.
+    I think it's very hot to-day,
+      I feel it in my shell."
+
+    "I can't shake hands with you," said Nell,
+      "It isn't thought polite,
+    Without an introduction;
+      Besides, no doubt it's spite,
+    It mayn't be true, but still they do,
+      They do say that you--BITE."
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _A SONG._
+
+    I _hear_ a Song
+      I think 'tis a thrush's.
+    He sings to the Wild Rose
+      See how she blushes!
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration: THE EVENING HOUR.]
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    _NEARLY BEDTIME._
+
+    _Only_ half an hour or so
+      Before nurse calls them to bed,
+    And the ruddy light of a cheerful fire
+      Shines over each curly head.
+
+    No trouble have they, no sorrow--
+      Their hearts are lighter than air,
+    No fear that a dark to-morrow
+      May bring with it want or care.
+
+    God send them each on their pathway
+      Many a wayside flower;
+    And grant, in the evening of lifetime,
+      The joy of the evening hour.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    Lithographed
+    and
+    printed by
+    Ernest Nister
+    of Nuremberg.
+
+
+    +-----------------------------------------+
+    |Transcriber's Note:                      |
+    |                                         |
+    |In the first line of the second verse of |
+    |The Pet Rabbit "than" has been changed to|
+    |"then". An apostrophe has been added to  |
+    |the title of "Father's Boat" and a hyphen|
+    |added to "to-night".                     |
+    +-----------------------------------------+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Produced by Faith Matievich
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+
+THE EXPERIENCES OF A BANDMASTER
+
+By John Philip Sousa
+
+
+During eighteen years spent in playing music for the masses, twelve
+years in the service of the United States and six in that of the general
+public, many curious and interesting incidents have come under my
+observation.
+
+While conductor of the Marine Band, which plays at all the state
+functions given by the President at the Executive Mansion, I saw much
+of the social life of the White House and was brought into more or less
+direct contact with all the executives under whom I had the honor of
+successively serving--Presidents Hayes, Garfield, Arthur, Cleveland and
+Harrison.
+
+They were all very appreciative of music, and in this respect were quite
+unlike General Grant, of whom it is said that he knew only two tunes,
+one of which was "Yankee Doodle" and the other wasn't!
+
+
+
+
+The President's Embarrassing Demand.
+
+I think I may say that more than one President, relieved from the
+onerous duties of a great reception, has found rest by sitting quietly
+in the corner of a convenient room and listening to the music.
+
+Once, on the occasion of a state dinner, President Arthur came to the
+door of the main lobby of the White House, where the Marine Band was
+always stationed, and beckoning me to his side asked me to play the
+"Cachuca." When I explained that we did not have the music with us but
+would be glad to include it in the next programme, the President looked
+surprised and remarked:
+
+"Why, Sousa, I thought you could play anything. I'm sure you can; now
+give us the 'Cachuca.'"
+
+This placed me in a predicament, as I did not wish the President to
+believe that the band was not at all times able to respond to his
+wishes. Fortunately, one of the bandmen remembered the melody and played
+it over softly to me on his cornet in a corner. I hastily wrote out
+several parts for the leading instruments, and told the rest of the band
+to vamp in the key of E flat. Then we played the "Cachuca" to the entire
+satisfaction of Mr. Arthur, who came again to the door and said: "There,
+I knew you could play it."
+
+The ladies of the White House were always interested in the music, and
+frequently suggested selections for the programmes, Mrs. Hayes being
+particularly fond of American ballads. During the brief Garfield
+administration there were no state receptions or dinners given by the
+President, and the band did not play at the White House, except for a
+few of Mrs. Garfield's receptions immediately after the inauguration.
+While Mrs. McElroy was mistress of the Executive Mansion for her
+brother, President Arthur, the lighter music was much in favor, as there
+were always many young people at the Mansion.
+
+Miss Rose Elizabeth Cleveland was much interested in music, and evinced
+a partiality for Arthur Sullivan's melodies. Mrs. Harrison's favorite
+music was Nevin's "Good Night, Beloved" and the Sousa marches. The
+soundness of Mrs. Cleveland's musical taste was shown by her liking for
+the "Tannhauser" overture and other music of that character.
+
+The Marine Band played all the music for President Cleveland's wedding,
+which took place in the Blue Room of the White House. The distance from
+the room up-stairs to the exact spot where the ceremony was to take
+place was carefully measured by Colonel Lamont and myself, in order
+that the music might be timed to the precise number of steps the wedding
+party would have to take; and the climax of the Mendelssohn "Wedding
+March" was played by the band just as the bride and groom reached the
+clergyman.
+
+
+
+
+President Cleveland's Veto.
+
+A few days before the ceremony I submitted my musical programme to
+Colonel Lamont for the President's approval, and among the numbers was a
+quartet called "The Student of Love," from one of my operas. Even in
+the anticipation of his happiness Mr. Cleveland was keenly alive to
+the opportunities for humorous remarks which this title might afford to
+irreverent newspaper men; and he said to his secretary: "Tell Sousa
+he can play that quartet, but he had better omit the name of it."
+Accordingly, "The Student of Love" was conspicuous by its absence.
+
+When North Carolina celebrated its centenary, the Marine Band was
+ordered to Fayetteville to participate in the ceremonies. The little
+Southern town was much interested in the advent of the "President's
+Band," and the prevailing opinion was that "Dixie" would be tabooed
+music with us. Before the exercises a local committee waited upon me and
+intimated that "Dixie" was a popular melody in that vicinity.
+
+"Of course," said the spokesman, "we don't want you to play anything
+you don't want to, but please remember, sir, that we are very fond of
+'Dixie' here."
+
+Bowing gravely, I thanked the committee for their interest in my
+programme, but left them completely in the dark as to whether I intended
+to play the loved song of the South or not.
+
+"Dixie," by the President's Band.
+
+The ceremonies opened with a patriotic address by Governor Fowle,
+lauding the glories of the American flag and naturally the only
+appropriate music to such a sentiment was "The Star-Spangled Banner,"
+which the crowd patriotically cheered.
+
+The tone of the succeeding oration was equally fervid, but the speaker
+enlarged upon the glories of the Commonwealth whose one hundredth
+anniversary was being celebrated. The orator sat down, there was a
+momentary pause, and then as I raised my baton the strains of "Dixie"
+fell upon the delighted ears of the thousands round the platform.
+
+The unexpected had happened, and such a shout as went up from that
+throng I have never heard equaled. Hats were tossed in the air,
+gray-bearded men embraced, and for a few minutes a jubilant pandemonium
+reigned supreme. During the rest of our stay in Fayetteville
+the repertoire of the Marine Band was on this order: "Yankee
+Doodle,"--"Dixie;" "Star-Spangled Banner,"--"Dixie;" "Red, White and
+Blue,"--"Dixie."
+
+In all my experience the acme of patriotic fervor was reached during
+a reunion of the Loyal Legion at Philadelphia some years ago. The
+exercises were held in the Academy of Music, and the band occupied
+the orchestra pit in front of the stage, which was crowded with
+distinguished veterans.
+
+I had strung together for the occasion a number of war-songs,
+bugle-calls and patriotic airs, and when the band played them the
+martial spirit began to stir the people. As we broke into "Marching
+Through Georgia," a distinguished-looking old soldier stepped to the
+foot-lights and began to sing the familiar words of the famous song in
+a loud, clear voice. The entire audience joined in, and as the swelling
+volume of melody rolled through the house, the enthusiasm waxed more
+intense.
+
+Verse after verse was sung, interrupted with frantic cheers, until it
+seemed that the very ecstasy of enthusiasm had been reached. It was
+only when physically exhausted that the audience calmed down and the
+exercises proceeded.
+
+
+
+
+A Chorus of Ten Thousand.
+
+During the World's Fair at Chicago my present band was giving nightly
+concerts in the Court of Honor surrounding the lagoon. On one beautiful
+night in June fully ten thousand people were gathered round the
+bandstand while we were playing a medley of popular songs.
+
+Director Tomlins, of the World's Fair Choral Associations, was on the
+stand, and exclaiming, "Keep that up, Sousa!" he turned to the crowd and
+motioned the people to join him in singing. With the background of the
+stately buildings of the White City, this mighty chorus, led by the
+band, sang the songs of the people-"Home, Sweet Home," "Suwanee River,"
+"Annie Laurie," "My Old Kentucky Home," etc., and never did the familiar
+melodies sound so grandly beautiful.
+
+The influence of music to quiet disorder and to allay fear is quite as
+potent as its power to excite and to stir enthusiasm. A case in point
+happened at the St. Louis Exposition, where my band was giving a series
+of concerts. There was an enormous audience in the music hall when, in
+the middle of the programme, every electric light suddenly went out,
+leaving the house in complete darkness.
+
+A succession of sharp cries from women, the hasty shuffling of feet, and
+the nervous tension manifest in every one, gave proof that a panic was
+probably imminent. I called softly to the band, "Yankee Doodle!" and the
+men quickly responded by playing the good old tune from memory in the
+darkness, quickly following it with "Dixie" on my orders. The audience
+began to quiet down, and some scattering applause gave assurance that
+the excitement was abating.
+
+"The Star-Spangled Banner" still further restored confidence, and when
+we played "Oh Dear, What Can the Matter Be?" and "Wait Till The Clouds
+Roll By," every one was laughing and making the best of the gloom. In
+a short time the gas was turned on, and the concert proceeded with
+adequate lighting.
+
+
+In the desire to do especial honor to a certain foreign representative
+during the World's Fair, I had a particular piece of music in which
+he was interested arranged for my band, and agreed to play it at a
+specified concert. The music was given to a member of the band with
+instructions to copy the parts and deliver them at the band-stand.
+
+The foreign gentleman was present at the concert with a large party of
+friends, whom he had invited to hear this particular piece of music.
+When the librarian asked the musician for the parts, he could not find
+them, and a search high and low for the missing music was without
+avail. Much to my chagrin, it was necessary to omit the number and send
+explanations and regrets to the dignitary whom it was designed to honor.
+
+At the end of the concert, when the men were packing to go home, the
+player found the missing band parts stuck in the bell of his instrument,
+where he had placed them for safe-keeping.
+
+
+In a little Michigan town my band was booked for an afternoon concert,
+and on our arrival the local manager assured us that we should have a
+good house, although there was no advance sale. He explained this by
+saying that the townspeople did not like to buy their tickets until the
+last minute.
+
+The theatre was on the second floor of the town hall, the ground floor
+being given over to the fire department, the especial pride of the
+community. Twenty minutes before the concert a large crowd had gathered
+round the box-office to buy tickets when the fire-alarm sounded, and the
+entire population promptly deserted the muse of music and escorted the
+engine and hose-cart to the scene of action, leaving the band absolutely
+without an audience.
+
+
+
+
+A Tuneful Locomotive.
+
+Once when we were playing during warm weather in a theatre situated near
+a railroad, the windows were left open for ventilation. The band
+was rendering a Wagner selection, and at the climax was playing with
+increasing force. The last note to be played was a unison B flat, and
+as I gave the sign to the musicians to play as strong as possible the
+volume of sound that followed fairly astonished me. I had never heard
+fifty men play with such force before and could not account for it, but
+the explanation soon became manifest. As the band ceased playing,
+the same note continued in the blast of a passing locomotive that had
+opportunely chimed in with us in unison.
+
+
+The Marine Band was once doing escort duty on Pennsylvania Avenue in
+Washington to a body of citizen soldiery returning from camp. It was
+at night and the parade was preceded by a wagon-load of fireworks which
+were to be discharged at appropriate intervals along the line of march.
+
+By some accident or design the entire load of pyrotechnics was
+simultaneously ignited, and the street immediately filled with a perfect
+fusillade of rockets and Roman candles.
+
+A stampede followed and the parade faded away. I stood my ground
+until my eye-glasses were knocked off, and then I groped my way to the
+sidewalk. When the confusion had subsided, all that could be discovered
+of my band was the drum-major in front and the bass-drummer in the rear
+rank. Their comrades had fled, but these men were good soldiers, and
+having received no orders to disperse had stood their ground manfully.
+
+
+
+
+A Tale of the White House
+
+One more story of the White House. At the time of the unveiling of the
+statue of Admiral Farragut in Washington, it was suddenly proposed
+to have a reception at the Executive Mansion in honor of the many
+distinguished visitors. The informal invitations were issued while I was
+participating in the parade that was part of the ceremonies.
+
+At seven o-clock in the evening, when I was at home, tired out after
+the long march, word came to me to report at the Marine Barracks. I
+went there and was ordered to take the band to the White House at eight
+o'clock p.m.
+
+The bandmen did not live in barracks, and it was practically impossible
+to get them together at that time of night, as they were scattered all
+over the city.
+
+"Well, those are my instructions and those are your orders," said the
+commanding officer.
+
+So we sent the band-messengers out to the men's lodgings, and they found
+just one musician at home, and he was the bass-drummer.
+
+At eight o'clock, arrayed in all the gorgeousness of my scarlet and gold
+uniform, I sat in front of the band platform in the White House lobby,
+and the bass-drummer stationed himself back in the semi-obscurity of his
+corner. There was a dazzling array of music-stands and empty chairs, but
+no musicians! The President evidently saw the humorous side of it, and
+when I explained the situation he said it could not be helped. All the
+evening we sat there and listened to humorous remarks from the guests.
+We had "reported for duty," though, and the drummer and I stayed till
+the reception was over.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+  CHILDREN OF OUR TOWN
+
+  BY E. MARS AND M. H. SQUIRE
+
+  WITH VERSES BY
+  CAROLYN WELLS
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+  CHILDREN OF OUR TOWN
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+  CHILDREN
+  OF OUR
+  TOWN
+
+  PICTURED BY
+  E. MARS AND M. H. SQUIRE
+
+  WITH VERSES BY
+  CAROLYN WELLS
+
+  PUBLISHED BY
+  R. H. RUSSELL
+  NEW YORK
+
+  Copyright, 1902, by
+  ROBERT HOWARD RUSSELL
+
+
+
+
+  FLYING KITES
+
+
+  A blustering windy day's just right
+  For boys who want to fly a kite;
+  And it affords the greatest joy
+  To make and use the pretty toy.
+
+    But Aged Duffers, do not try
+    A large-sized paper kite to fly;
+    You could not manage tail or string,
+    And ten to one you'd spoil the thing.
+
+
+
+
+  BOATS ON THE LAKE
+
+
+  A morning full of happiness any boy may find
+  By sailing boats upon the lake, if he is so inclined;
+  The wind it drives them out to sea, he pulls them back, and then
+  They jerk and struggle to be free--away they go again!
+  They wibble-wobble as they sail, and sometimes they upset,--
+  Of course he reaches out for them,--of course he gets quite wet.
+
+  But Aged Grandsires, if you must sail boats in Central Park,
+  Play properly, don't splash yourself, and run back home ere dark.
+
+
+
+
+  AT CONEY ISLAND
+
+
+  See proud Belinda smartly dressed
+  In all her flaunting Sunday best;
+  With muslin hat and ruffles big
+  She cannot comfortably dig.
+
+    Ask her if she would like to play,--
+    She will not answer either way;
+    She'll only shake herself, and then,
+    Just pout and grin and pout again.
+
+  Dear Grandams, meekly learn from this,
+  How very ill-advised it is
+  To don a costume fine and grand
+  When you go playing in the sand.
+
+    Instead of your bespangled net,
+    Or moire velvet edged with jet,
+    Just wear a gingham, simply made,
+    So you can tuck it up and wade.
+
+
+
+
+  IN CENTRAL PARK
+
+
+  In Central Park, along the Mall,
+  We see the gay goat-carriage crawl;
+  With little boys and girls inside,
+  Enjoying their exciting ride.
+
+    Right willingly each nimble steed
+    Exerts his very utmost speed;
+    And o'er the smooth hard road they race
+    At something like a turtle's pace.
+
+      But stout old men and portly dames,
+      Pray, do not urge your rightful claims;
+      And even though you have the price,
+      Listen, I beg, to my advice.
+
+        Do not insist on getting in
+        The little carriage for a spin;
+        You'd not look picturesque at all
+        Careering up and down the Mall.
+
+
+
+
+  THE FIRST OF APRIL
+
+
+  'Tis taught by philosophic schools
+  The human race is mostly fools.
+  And once a year you see this truth
+  Ably set forth by jocund youth,
+  Who broach the tenets of the creed
+  Plainly that he who runs may read.
+
+    But Aged Idiots, 'tis not meet
+    For you to run along the street,
+    And with a manner bold and sly
+    Pin tags on ladies passing by,
+    Or sit upon the curb and look
+    For fools to snatch your pocket-book.
+
+
+
+
+  PLEBEIAN
+
+
+  Lucinda's tastes are so depraved;
+      She likes to play and romp
+  With children poor and ill-behaved,
+      Who boast no style or pomp.
+
+      Their costumes are not quite correct,
+          They have no pretty tricks;
+      Lucinda! pray be more select,
+          In higher circles mix.
+
+
+
+
+  PATRICIAN
+
+
+  Ah, sweet Lucinda, best of girls,
+      How quick to take advice.
+  Behold her with unpapered curls,
+      And frock so rich and nice!
+
+      Her haughty stare! Who would suppose
+          That dress would change her so
+      Oh, blessed influence of fine clothes,
+          How much to thee we owe!
+
+
+
+
+  QUARRELSOMENESS
+
+
+  Dear lady-readers of whatever age,
+  Look backward and with me enjoy this page.
+  What happy moments have we often spent
+  Thus to our frenzied anger giving vent.
+  Ah, me, the long-lost joys of being young!
+  To make up faces, and stick out one's tongue;
+  How those occasions of Xantippish strife
+  Gave zip and zest to our dull childish life.
+
+
+
+
+  THE ETERNAL FEMININE
+
+
+  Ah, truly, as the tree is bent the tiny twig's inclined,
+      And in the very littlest girls we see
+  The contradictious tendencies of woman's wayward mind
+      Developed to a marvellous degree.
+  For each small daughter of her mother
+  Will say one thing and do the other.
+
+      For instance, when some little girls just hate to go to school
+          And beg that they may stay at home and play;
+      And then, permission given, these same children, as a rule,
+          Delight in _playing school_ the livelong day!
+      Ah, no wonder poets feature
+      Woman as a captious creature.
+
+
+
+
+  WISTFULNESS
+
+
+  Baby and Sis and me
+  Stand by the fence and see
+      Picnickers munch
+      Lots o' good lunch,
+  Jes' givin' nothin' to we.
+
+      Baby and Sis and me,
+      Hungry as we can be,
+          Haven't no right
+          To be 'spectin' a bite,--
+      But we're glad lookin' is free.
+
+
+
+
+  KINDNESS TO ANIMALS
+
+
+  The Bison, though he seems so grim,
+      Is very sensitive;
+  And when the children stare at him,
+      He wants to cease to live.
+
+      He hears them wonder why he's there,
+          And why he can't break through;
+      And why he has such funny hair,
+          And why he doesn't moo.
+
+  At this, the suffering Buffalo
+      Can scarce restrain to weep;
+  Their caustic comments hurt him so,--
+      They haunt him in his sleep.
+
+      But, Grown-Up people, let me pray
+          You'll not behave like this;
+      The Bison pet,--and, when you may,
+          Give him a friendly kiss.
+
+
+
+
+  A COLD DAY
+
+
+  In winter time when ice and sleet
+  Make slidy places on the street,
+  The children early leave their beds
+  And rush out with their skates and sleds.
+
+      All merrily the little dears
+      Throw snowballs in each other's ears;
+      And thus with pretty playful ways
+      Beguile the white and wintry days.
+
+          Oh, Venerable Veterans,
+          I hate to disarrange your plans;
+          But truly, if you try this game
+          You will go home all stiff and lame.
+
+
+
+
+  SKATES
+
+
+  A blithesome boy this picture shows;
+  He has a true Mercurian pose,
+  Like winged heels his roller-skates
+  Send him fast-flying past his mates.
+  When one is young, 'tis very nice
+  To skate on rollers or on ice.
+
+      But Ancient Gaffers, do not try
+      With active boys like this to vie.
+      For if you get a skate on, you
+      Acquire a rolling gait, 'tis true.
+      But soon this proverb you'll endorse,--
+      A rolling gait gathers remorse.
+
+
+
+
+  THE EXCURSION BOAT
+
+
+  Into the boat the breeze blows fair,
+      It blows across the deck;
+  It blows the little children's hair,--
+      They get it in the neck.
+
+      And in this picture you may see
+          The happy girls and boys,
+      So true to life,--but thankful be
+          You cannot hear the noise.
+
+          The great steam-whistle's fearful squeaks.
+              The band, ill-tuned and loud;
+          The babies with their screams and shrieks,
+              The bustle of the crowd.
+
+              Grown People, you'd prefer, afloat,
+                  A private yacht, I'm sure;
+              Then shun the gay excursion boat
+                  Unless you're very poor.
+
+
+
+
+  EVOLUTIONARY FAME
+
+
+  These merry children, I'll be bound
+  In careless pleasure ride around;
+  Unthinking as they onward go,
+  What pedigree their horses show.
+
+      But, Graybeard, you learned when a boy
+      About the Wooden Horse of Troy;
+      And you assume these steeds to be
+      The Trojan Sire's posterity.
+
+          Well, there you're wrong! you have forgot.
+          They're Flying Horses, are they not?
+          And, scions of a noble name,
+          From Pegasus descent they claim.
+
+              But, Graybeards, curb your mad desires
+              To mount upon these whizzing flyers.
+              For there's the very strongest chance
+              You'd go home in an ambulance.
+
+
+
+
+  PIETY
+
+
+  With new, ill-fitting gloves,
+      With frocks as white as snow,
+  By two and two these little loves
+      To First Communion go.
+
+      I watch them as they pass,--
+          Somehow, I shrewdly guess
+      Each child thinks little of her mass
+          And much about her dress.
+
+          But you, dear Aged Saint,
+              Whose eyeballs upward roll,
+          I trust you have no worldly taint
+              Upon your gentle soul.
+
+
+
+
+  WEALTH
+
+
+  Joe Munn who has a penny
+  Has friends and friends a-many;
+      They hang around him eagerly and offer him advice.
+  Tim Lanigan states clearly
+  That he loves taffy dearly
+      And butterscotch is awful good and chocolates is nice.
+
+      Jane said, but no one heard her,
+      "An orange would go furder,"
+          While Billy Barlow's heart beat high inside his chubby shape.
+      It needs no divination
+      To see the application,--
+          Until your purse is empty from your friends you can't escape.
+
+
+
+
+  THE SKIPPING-ROPE
+
+  This picture (as you can see, I hope)
+  Shows a fat little maiden skipping rope.
+  She can jump "highwater" and "pepper" too,
+  But, fat old ladies, let me tell you,
+  If you jump "highwater" you'll lose your breath,
+  And to jump "pepper" might cause your death.
+
+
+
+
+  MUSIC'S MIGHT
+
+  On the East Side any day,
+  When the street pianos play
+    You can see the children dancing with
+        a rhythmic whirl and sway.
+
+        All untaught their native grace,
+        Joy in every grinning face,
+          To the music they are gaily keeping
+              perfect time and pace.
+
+              But, infirm and aged crones,
+              Do not risk your ancient bones;
+                Your old nerves would suffer sadly
+                    jarred and jolted by the stones.
+
+
+
+
+  A BALL GAME
+
+  There never was a place so bad
+  But one redeeming trait it had.
+
+      Now Harlem is no good at all
+      Save as a place for playing ball.
+
+          But there the boys will run and play
+          Their favorite game 'most every day.
+
+              But, Reverend sir, 'twould foolish be
+              To play, with your rheumatic knee.
+
+                  And, Deacon, do not try, I beg,
+                  To play the game with your game leg.
+
+
+
+
+  THE RIVAL QUEENS
+
+
+  Now wasn't this ridiculous?
+  Essie and Mamie had a fuss,
+  And each declared she wouldn't play
+  Unless she could be Queen of May.
+
+    "You think you're smart!" Miss Essie said,
+    And Mamie sneered and tossed her head.
+    And each one angrily declared
+    There'd be no queen for all she cared!
+
+      Mamie was mad as she could be,
+      And Essie pouted sulkily;
+      With angry looks they onward stalked,
+      While no one 'neath the May-bower walked.
+
+        Oh! social Queens, this lesson learn
+        If for supremacy you yearn,
+        And of your fitness there is doubt,
+        See that your rival too's kept out.
+
+
+
+
+  LITTLE MOTHERS
+
+  The Little Mothers of the poor
+  They lead a jolly life, I'm sure;
+  For without being gray and old,
+  They've all a mother's right to scold.
+  As eagerly each day they meet
+  To pass the gossip of the street,
+  Her baby-cart, each states with pride,
+  Is finest on the whole East side.
+  And each, her small charge will declare
+  The handsomest baby anywhere.
+  Oh, Grown-up Mothers, learn to praise
+  Your children and their pretty ways.
+
+
+
+
+  OTHER LITTLE MOTHERS
+
+
+  The Little Mothers of the rich
+      Are really works of art,
+  They are dressed up to such a pitch
+      In frocks so fine and smart.
+
+      They do not have to take the charge
+          Of baby boys or girls;
+      No, they have dolls exceeding large
+          With silky, flaxen curls.
+
+          Ah, Mothers in Society,
+              Accept this reasoning sound;
+          Dolls far less troublesome would be
+              Than children bothering round.
+
+
+
+
+  FOURTH OF JULY
+
+  These boisterous boys, with bang and fizz,
+      They make such noisy noise;
+  But, then, perhaps the reason is,
+      They are such boysy boys.
+
+      The girls as well,--from early morn
+          They shoot and shoot and shoot;
+      And on a trumpet or a horn
+          They toot and toot and toot.
+
+          But you, whose locks are bleached by Time,
+              (Or by the Chemist's aid),
+          Heed my admonitory rhyme,
+              Nor join the gay parade.
+
+
+
+
+  THANKSGIVING-DAY
+
+
+  When Autumn brings around the day
+      Devoted to thanksgiving,
+  The children scream with laughter gay
+      For very joy of living.
+
+      And every sort of escapade
+          Receives their commendation;
+      But all agree a masquerade
+          Is best for celebration.
+
+          The boys and girls all swarm around
+              The crowd is hourly growing;
+          Straw hatted and grotesquely gowned,--
+              With tin horns loudly blowing.
+
+              But dear old dames with snowy puffs,
+                  Tulle caps and Mechlin laces,
+              Don't scramble out and join the toughs
+                  In boys' clothes and false faces.
+
+
+
+
+  ICE-CREAM
+
+
+  To Bob and Sue, who have ice-cream,
+  Life is a glowing, halcyon dream,
+      While Tom stands empty by;
+  And says, "Gee! fellers, ain't it prime?
+  Say, I had ice-cream too, one time,
+      And it was great! Oh, my!"
+
+  Ah, beaux and belles at rout or ball,
+  Does ice-cream on your palate pall?
+      Is it to you no treat?
+  You never ate it from the can,
+  Come, patronize the Ice-Cream Man,
+      Come down to Mulberry Street!
+
+  [Illustration:]
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+file was produced from images generously made available
+by The Kentuckiana Digital Library)
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+[Illustration: (signed) Very Truly Yours,
+Paul H. Hayne.]
+
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+
+SONGS
+FROM THE SOUTHLAND
+
+SELECTED BY
+S. F. PRICE
+
+[Illustration]
+
+BOSTON
+D. LOTHROP COMPANY
+WASHINGTON STREET OPPOSITE BROMFIEL
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+COPYRIGHT, 1890,
+BY
+D. LOTHROP COMPANY.
+
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+
+
+SONGS
+FROM THE SOUTH-LAND.
+
+
+
+
+THE CLOSING YEAR.
+
+GEORGE D. PRENTICE.
+
+
+'Tis midnight's holy hour, and silence now
+Is brooding, like a gentle spirit o'er
+The still and pulseless world. Hark! on the winds
+The bell's deep tones are swelling; 'tis the knell
+Of the departed year. No funeral train
+Is sweeping past; yet, on the stream and wood,
+With melancholy light, the moonbeams rest
+Like a pale, spotless shroud; the air is stirred,
+As by a mourner's sigh; and, on yon cloud,
+That floats so still and placidly through heaven,
+The spirits of the Seasons seem to stand.
+Young Spring, bright Summer, Autumn's solemn form,
+And Winter with its aged locks--and breathe
+In mournful cadences, that come abroad,
+Like the far windharps wild, touching wail,
+A melancholy dirge o'er the dead year,
+Gone from the earth forever.
+
+            'Tis a time
+For memory and for tears. Within the deep,
+Still chambers of the heart, a spectre dim,
+Whose tones are like the wizard voice of time,
+Heard from the tomb of ages, points its cold
+And solemn finger to the beautiful
+And holy visions, that have passed away,
+And left no shadow of their loveliness
+On the dead waste of life. The spectre lifts
+The coffin-lid of Hope and Joy and Love,
+And bending mournfully above the pale,
+Sweet forms that slumber there, scatters dead flowers
+O'er what has passed to nothingness.
+
+            The year
+Has gone, and with it many a glorious throng
+Of happy dreams. Its mark is on each brow,
+Its shadow in each heart. In its swift course,
+It waved its sceptre o'er the beautiful;
+And they are not. It laid its pallid hand
+Upon the strong man: and the haughty form
+Is fallen, and the flashing eye is dim.
+It trod the hall of revelry, where thronged
+The bright and joyous; and the tearful wail
+Of stricken ones is heard, where erst the song
+And reckless shout resounded. It passed o'er
+The battle plain, where sword, and spear and shield,
+Flashed in the light of midday; and the strength
+Of serried hosts is shivered, and the grass,
+Green from the soil of carnage, waves above
+The crushed and mouldering skeleton. It came,
+And faded like a wreath of mist at eve;
+Yet, ere it melted in the viewless air,
+It heralded its millions to their home,
+In the dim land of dreams.
+
+            Remorseless time!
+Fierce spirit of the glass and scythe! What power
+Can stay him in his silent course, or melt
+His iron heart to pity! On, still on,
+He presses and forever. The proud bird,
+The Condor of the Andes, that can soar
+Through heaven's unfathomable depths, or brave
+The fury of the northing hurricane,
+And bath its plumage in the thunder's home
+Furls his broad wing at nightfall, and sinks down
+To rest upon his mountain crag; but Time
+Knows not the weight of sleep or weariness,
+And Night's deep darkness has no chain to bind
+His rushing pinion.
+
+            Revolutions sweep
+O'er earth, like troubled visions o'er the breast
+Of dreaming sorrow; cities rise and sink
+Like bubbles on the water; fiery isles
+Spring blazing from the ocean, and go back
+To their mysterious caverns; mountains rear
+To heaven their bold and blackened cliffs, and bow
+Their tall heads to the plain; and empires rise,
+Gathering the strength of hoary centuries,
+And rush down, like the Alpine avalanche,
+Startling the nations; and the very stars,
+Yon bright and glorious blazonry of God,
+Glitter awhile in their eternal depths,
+And like the Pleiad, loveliest of their train,
+Shoot from their glorious spheres, and pass away
+To darkle in the trackless void; yet Time,
+Time, the tomb-builder, holds his fierce career,
+Dark, stern, all pitiless, and pauses not
+Amid the mighty wrecks that strew his path,
+To sit and muse, like other conquerors,
+Upon the fearful ruin he hath wrought.
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTMAS. [1864.]
+
+HENRY TIMROD.
+
+
+    How grace this hallowed day?
+Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire,
+Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire
+    Round which the children play?
+
+                  ....
+
+    How shall we grace the day?
+Ah! Let the thought that on this holy morn
+The Prince of Peace-the Prince of Peace was born,
+    Employ us, while we pray!
+
+    Pray for the peace which long
+Hath left this tortured land, and haply now
+Holds its white court on some far mountain's brow,
+    There hardly safe from wrong!
+
+    Let every sacred fane
+Call its sad votaries to the shrine of God,
+And, with the cloister and the tented sod,
+    Join in one solemn strain!
+
+    He, who, till time shall cease,
+Will watch that earth, where once, not all in vain,
+He died to give us peace, may not disdain
+    A prayer whose theme is--peace.
+
+    Perhaps ere yet the Spring
+Hath died into the Summer, over all
+The land, the Peace of His vast love shall fall,
+    Like some protecting wing.
+
+    Oh, ponder what it means!
+Oh, turn the rapturous thought in every way!
+Oh, give the vision and the fancy play,
+    And shape the coming scenes!
+
+    Peace in the quiet dales,
+Made rankly fertile by the blood of men,
+Peace in the woodland, and the lonely glen,
+    Peace in the peopled vales!
+
+    Peace in the crowded town,
+Peace in the thousand fields of waving grain,
+Peace in the highway and the flowery lane,
+    Peace on the wind-swept down!
+
+    Peace on the farthest seas,
+Peace in our sheltered bays and ample streams,
+Peace whereso'er our starry garland gleams;
+    And peace in every breeze!
+
+    Peace on the whirring marts,
+Peace where the scholar thinks--the hunter roams,
+Peace, God of Peace! Peace, peace, in all our homes,
+    And peace in all our hearts!
+
+[Illustration: "Peace in the quiet dales
+                Made rankly fertile by the blood of men."]
+
+
+
+
+LA BELLE JUIVE.
+
+HENRY TIMROD.
+
+
+Is it because your sable hair
+Is folded over brows that wear
+At times a too imperial air;
+
+Or is it that the thoughts which rise
+In those dark orbs do seek disguise
+Beneath the lids of Eastern eyes;
+
+That choose whatever pose or place
+May chance to please, in you I trace
+The noblest woman of your race?
+
+The crowd is sauntering at its ease,
+And humming like a hive of bees--
+You take your seat and touch the keys:
+
+I do not hear the giddy throng;
+The sea avenges Israel's wrong,
+And on the mind floats Miriam's song!
+
+You join me with a stately grace;
+Music to Poesy gives place;
+Some grand emotion lights your face:
+
+At once I stand by Mizpeh's walls;
+With smiles the martyred daughter falls,
+And desolate are Mizpeh's halls!
+
+Intrusive babblers come between;
+With calm, pale brow and lofty mein,
+You thread the circle like a queen!
+
+Then sweeps the royal Esther by;
+The deep devotion in her eye,
+Is looking "If I die, I die!"
+
+You stroll the gardener's flowery walks;
+The plants to me are grainless stalks,
+And Ruth to old Naomi talks.
+
+Adopted child of Judah's creed,
+Like Judah's daughters, true at need,
+I see you mid the alien seed.
+
+I watch afar the gleaner sweet;
+I watch like Boaz in the wheat,
+And find you lying at my feet.
+
+My feet! Oh! if the spell that lures,
+My heart through all these dreams endures,
+How soon shall I be stretched at yours!
+
+
+
+
+TO HELEN.
+
+EDGAR ALLAN POE.
+
+
+Helen, thy beauty is to me
+  Like those Nicean barks of yore,
+That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
+  The weary, way-worn wanderer bore
+  To his own native shore.
+
+On desperate seas long wont to roam,
+  Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
+Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
+  To the glory that was Greece
+And the grandeur that was Rome.
+
+Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche
+  How statue-like I see thee stand!
+  The agate lamp within thy hand,
+Ah! Psyche, from the regions which
+  Are Holy Land!
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS CHANT.
+
+FATHER RYAN.
+
+
+Four thousand years earth waited,
+  Four thousand years men prayed,
+Four thousand years the nations sighed
+  That their King so long delayed.
+
+The prophets told His coming,
+  The saintly for Him sighed;
+And the star of the Babe of Bethlehem
+  Shone o'er them when they died.
+
+Their faces toward the future,
+  They longed to hail the light
+That in the after centuries
+  Would rise on Christmas night.
+
+But still the Saviour tarried,
+  Within His father's home;
+And the nations wept and wondered why
+  The promise had not come.
+
+At last earth's hope was granted,
+  And God was a child of earth;
+And a thousand angels chanted
+  The lowly midnight birth.
+
+Ah! Bethlehem was grander
+  That hour than paradise;
+And the light of earth that night eclipsed
+  The splendour of the skies.
+
+Then let us sing the anthem,
+  The angels once did sing;
+Until the music of love and praise
+  O'er whole wide world will ring.
+
+    Glory in excelsis!
+      Sound the thrilling song;
+    In excelsis Deo!
+      Roll the hymn along.
+
+[Illustration: Then let us sing the anthem
+               The angels once did sing.]
+
+    Glory in excelsis!
+      Let the heavens ring;
+    In excelsis Deo!
+      Welcome, new-born King.
+    Gloria in excelsis!
+      Over the sea and land,
+    In excelsis Deo!
+      Chant the anthem grand.
+    Gloria in excelsis!
+      Let us all rejoice!
+    In excelsis Deo!
+      Lift each heart and voice.
+    Gloria in excelsis!
+      Swell the hymn on high;
+    In excelsis Deo!
+      Sound it to the sky.
+    Gloria in excelsis!
+      Sing it sinful earth.
+    In excelsis Deo!
+      For the Saviour's birth.
+
+Thus joyful and victoriously,
+Glad and ever so gloriously,
+High as the heavens, wide as the earth,
+Swelleth the hymn of the Saviour's birth.
+
+
+
+
+THE VOICE IN THE PINES.
+
+PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE.
+
+
+The morn is softly beautiful and still,
+  Its light, fair clouds in pencilled gold and gray
+Pause motionless above the pine-grown hill,
+Where the pines, tranced as by a wizard's will,
+  Uprise as mute and motionless as they!
+
+Yea! mute and moveless; not one flickering spray
+  Flashed into sunlight, nor a gaunt bough stirred;
+Yet, if wooed hence beneath those pines to stray,
+We catch a faint, thin murmur far away,
+  A bodiless voice, by grosser ears unheard.
+
+What voice is this? What low and solemn tone,
+  Which, though all wings of all the winds seemed furled,
+Nor even the zephyr's fairy flute is blown,
+Makes thus forever its mysterious moan
+  From out the whispering pine-tops' shadowy world?
+
+Ah! can it be the antique tales are true?
+  Doth some lone Dryad haunt the breezeless air,
+Fronting yon bright immitigable blue,
+And wildly breathing all her wild soul through
+  That strange unearthly music of despair?
+
+Or can it be that ages since, storm-tossed,
+  And driven far inland from the roaring lea,
+Some baffled ocean-spirit, worn and lost,
+Here, through dry summer's dearth and winter's frost,
+  Yearns for the sharp, sweet kisses of the sea?
+
+Whate'er the spell, I harken and am dumb,
+  Dream-touched, and musing in the tranquil morn;
+All woodland sounds--the pheasant's gusty drum,
+The mock-bird's fugue, the droning insect's hum--
+  Scarce heard for that strange, sorrowful voice forlorn!
+
+Beneath the drowsed sense, from deep to deep
+  Of spiritual life its mournful minor flows,
+Streamlike, with pensive tide, whose currents keep
+Low murmuring 'twixt the bounds of grief and sleep,
+  Yet locked for aye for sleep's divine repose.
+
+
+
+
+ASPECTS OF THE PINES.
+
+PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE.
+
+
+Tall, sombre, grim, against the morning sky
+  They rise, scarce touched by melancholy airs,
+Which stir the fadeless foliage dreamfully,
+  As if from realms of mystical despairs.
+
+Tall, sombre, grim, they stand with dusky gleams
+  Brightening to gold within the woodland's core,
+Beneath the gracious noontide's tranquil beams--
+  But the weird winds of morning sigh no more.
+
+A stillness, strange, divine, ineffable,
+  Broods round and o'er them in the wind's surcease,
+And on each tinted copse and shimmering dell
+  Rests the mute rapture of deep-hearted peace.
+
+Last, sunset comes--the solemn joy and might
+  Borne from the West when cloudless day declines--
+Low, flutelike breezes sweep the waves of light,
+  And lifting dark green tresses of the pines,
+
+Till every lock is luminous--gently float,
+  Fraught with hale odors up the heavens afar
+To faint when twilight on her virginal throat
+  Wears for a gem the tremulous vesper star.
+
+[Illustration: "Tall, sombre, grim, they stand with dusky gleam
+                Brightening to gold within the woodland's core."]
+
+
+
+
+IN HARBOR.
+
+PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE.
+
+
+I think it is over, over,
+  I think it is over at last,
+Voices of foeman and lover,
+  The sweet and the bitter have passed--
+Life, like a tempest of ocean
+  Hath outblown its ultimate blast.
+There's but a faint sobbing seaward
+While the calm of the tide deepens leeward,
+And behold! like the welcoming quiver
+Of heart-pulses throbbed thro' the river,
+  Those lights in the harbor at last,
+  The heavenly harbor at last!
+
+I feel it is over! over!
+  For the winds and the waters surcease;
+Ah! few were the days of the rover
+  That smiled in the beauty of peace!
+And distant and dim was the omen
+  That hinted redress or release.
+From the ravage of life, and its riot
+What marvel I yearn for the quiet
+  Which bides in the harbor at last?
+For the lights with their welcoming quiver
+That through the sanctified river
+  Which girdles the harbor at last,
+  This heavenly harbor at last?
+
+I _know_ it is over, over,
+  I know it is over at last!
+Down sail! the sheathed anchor uncover,
+  For the stress of the voyage has passed--
+Life, like a tempest of ocean
+  Hath outbreathed its ultimate blast.
+There's but a faint sobbing seaward,
+While the calm of the tide deepens leeward;
+And behold! like the welcoming quiver
+Of heart-pulses throbbed thro' the river,
+  Those lights in the harbor at last,
+  The heavenly harbor at last!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber's Notes
+
+Spelling, hyphenation, and punctuation inconsistencies have been
+retained from the original book.
+
+Page 10: This is a shortened version of Henry Timrod's poem, and the
+four dots represent lines missing from the full version.
+
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+Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email
+ccx074@pglaf.org
+
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+
+                            ALF THE FREEBOOTER
+                           LITTLE DANNEVED AND
+                               SWAYNE TROST
+
+                            AND OTHER BALLADS
+
+                                    BY
+                              GEORGE BORROW
+
+                                 LONDON:
+                     PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION
+
+                                   1913
+
+               _Copyright in the United States of America_
+           _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_.
+
+
+
+
+SIR ALF THE FREEBOOTER
+_Song the First_
+
+
+Sir Alf he is an Atheling,
+Both at Stevn and at Ting. {5}
+   _Know ye little Alf_?
+
+Alf he builds a vessel stout,
+For he will rove and sail about.
+
+Alf he builds a vessel high,
+The trade of pirate he will try.
+
+He draws on the sand a circle mark,
+And with a bound he gained the bark.
+
+Upon the prow Alf foremost stood,
+And Copenhagen’s koggers view’d.
+
+O’er the wide sea he flung a look,
+He knew the course the vessels took.
+
+“There koggers nine salute mine eyes,
+All, all they bear shall be my prize.”
+
+Alone into a boat he goes,
+And briskly to the koggers rows.
+
+“Well met, ye Courtmen, clad in mail
+Unto what haven do ye sail?”
+
+“Unto that haven we are bound,
+Where Alf is likeliest to be found.”
+
+“What will ye on the man bestow
+Who unto ye Sir Alf can show?”
+
+“Silver and gold to him we’ll give,
+All he can wish for shall he receive.
+
+Presents of worth he shall not miss,
+The robber’s vessel shall be his.”
+
+“And what shall be the pirates’ lot,
+If Alf the pirate escape you not?”
+
+“His mariners we’ll hew and slay,
+Himself we will in irons lay.”
+
+“Ha! little Alf ye here may see,
+Slight victory ye shall win from me!”
+
+“Up, up and board, my gallant crew,
+Cable and rope asunder hew!”
+
+Till he was weary Alf he hew’d,
+In fifteen Courtmen’s gore he stood.
+
+He captured all the koggers nine,
+And sailed for Norway o’er the brine.
+
+To Rostock in the tiding goes,
+Then palened many a cheek of rose.
+
+Widow and child lamented sore,
+This hurtful hawk had made them poor.
+
+But they must thole this damage all,
+Their tears but bootless, bootless fall.
+   _Know ye little Alf_?
+
+
+
+
+SIR ALF THE FREEBOOTER
+_Song the Second_
+
+
+Sir Alf will not stay in Norroway land,
+   For he passes his time there wearily;
+Full fifteen lordships in fief he holds,
+   He can live thereout right merrily.
+
+Sir Alf he walks on the verdant wold,
+   Conning his breviary;
+There meets him Bendit Rimaardson,
+   For God of his sins was weary.
+
+“Good morrow, good day, thou little Sir Alf,
+   Thou art a valiant noble,
+But if thou become the King’s prisoner to-day,
+   The land will know less trouble.”
+
+“I am not the little Sir Alf,
+   I vow by the holy Mary;
+I am but a little mass-boy, Sir,
+   To the priest the wine I carry!”
+
+Bendit lifted his high, high hat,
+   And upon his visage staring,
+Said: “Thou art the little Norwegian Alf,
+   If mine eyes are the truth declaring.
+
+“Thou wast a school boy along with me,
+   Thou darest not deny it;
+And well at the school I remember thee,
+   Thou gavest us no quiet.”
+
+“If thou be Bendit Rimaardson,
+   Thou art my near relation;
+If to-day thou wilt swear thou knowest me not,
+   Thou wilt do me an obligation.”
+
+But straight they took the little Sir Alf,
+   And gyves to his legs they fastened;
+And away, away to Helsingborg,
+   With the captive Alf they hastened.
+
+“Now take little Alf to the chamber high,
+   To the hall of the regal tower,
+That the Queen at her ease, and her maids, if they please.
+   May behold this thief of power.”
+
+Then up and spake the Danish Queen,
+   On first little Alf espying:
+“The man that I see cannot surely be he,
+   Whose fame through the world is flying.”
+
+“Though I of stature be little and mean,
+   I’ve every manly talent,
+And ne’er wilt thou bear thy lord an heir,
+   Half, half so good and gallant.
+
+“I’d give my mantle with roses red,
+   And lilies flowered over,
+If I might sleep one night with thee,
+   And play the ardent lover.
+
+“If I one night with thee might sleep,
+   None knowing but thy maid servant,
+For then, I ween, thou would’st beg, fair Queen,
+   For my pardon in accents fervent.”
+
+Then answered him the Danish Queen,
+   As she struck the board with vigour:
+“To-morrow, ere folk to breakfast go,
+   On a gibbet thou shalt figure!”
+
+“Why hang’st thou not Ivor of Holsterbro,
+   And Canute of Sonderboro?
+They were thieves like me, but they slept with thee,
+   And their death would have caused thee sorrow.”
+
+Then they took away the little Sir Alf
+   From the hall of the regal tower;
+For the beauteous Queen and her ladies had seen
+   Enough of this thief of power.
+
+They led the little Count Sir Alf
+   Out East from Helsing city;
+With contrite breast he his sins confess’d,
+   And to God he cried for pity.
+
+“Now I counsel each noble woman’s son,
+   He in honour’s courses guide him,
+With his equals dwell in the land, for well
+   With all will that land provide him.
+
+“For many a day and many a year
+   I’ve plundered, as every one knoweth;
+But what we win with injustice and sin
+   With shame and sorrow goeth.
+
+“A Count was I, of Erling’s race,
+   O’er Timsberg’s rich fief I lorded;
+That filled me with pride, and my will I would have,
+   Though my will with no law accorded.
+
+“First, first on all who my hate had won
+   I murders foul committed;
+Then to wife and maid no respect I paid,
+   But shamefully them I treated.
+
+“From the needy citizen his goods
+   And his life besides I’ve riven;
+Widow and orphans my deeds bemoan,
+   And for vengeance cry to heaven.
+
+“Lord God to me kind and clement be,
+   And grant me this petition:
+Let me gain, when this death of shame I’ve thol’d,
+   Into endless life admission.”
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE DANNEVED AND SWAYNE TROST.
+
+
+“O what shall I in Denmark do?
+   To bear your armour I’m too weak;
+The Danish warriors jeer at me,
+   Because their tongue I cannot speak.”
+
+It was the young Danneved,
+   He bade them saddle his courser grey:
+“O I will ride to Borrebye,
+   And a visit to my mother pay.”
+
+O clinking were his spurs so keen,
+   And swiftly sped his horse along;
+At Lundy Kirk in Skaaney land
+   He stopped to hear the matin song.
+
+O first he heard the matin song,
+   To hear nine masses stopped he then;
+And now it lists young Danneved
+   To mount upon his steed again.
+
+Out spake Oluf, the aged and good,
+   He was I ween the parish priest:
+“I beg of thee, little Danneved,
+   To be this day my honoured guest.”
+
+“This day I’ll break with no man bread,
+   Nor drink a drop of rosy wine,
+Until I come to Borrebye,
+   And hold discourse with mother mine.”
+
+“Now hear me, dearest Danneved,
+   Give o’er, I beg, thy purpose straight;
+So many of thy enemies
+   Before the town in ambush wait.”
+
+“O first I trust in my faulchion good,
+   And then I trust in my courser tall,
+And next to them in my merry swains,
+   But in my own self most of all.”
+
+“’Tis well to trust in thy faulchion good,
+   ’Tis well to trust in thy courser tall,
+But do not trust in thy merry swains,
+   For they’ll deceive thee first of all.”
+
+It was little Danneved,
+   Abroad before the town he came;
+And there met him his enemies,
+   Thrice nine in number were the same.
+
+So numerous were these enemies,
+   For him that did in ambush lie,
+All Danneved’s swains they took their leave,
+   And from their lord did basely fly.
+
+All his merry men took their leave,
+   And from their master basely flew,
+Except the young Swayne Trost alone,
+   He with his lord took on anew.
+
+“O I, my Lord, your clothes have worn,
+   And ridden have I, my Lord, your steed,
+And I will stand by you to-day,
+   Nor leave you in your greatest need.
+
+“O I have taken your silver and gold,
+   And I have eaten of your bread,
+And I’ll not budge from you to-day,
+   Although my life-blood I should shed.”
+
+So they their backs together placed,
+   Master and man, in the forest green;
+And in the early morning tide
+   They of the foemen slew fifteen.
+
+Then they their backs together placed,
+   Where thick and high the bushes were;
+They twain alone full thirty slew,
+   Acquiring honour ever fair.
+
+It was the young Danneved,
+   To his side his trusty faulchion tied;
+And now they both so joyously
+   Home to his mother’s castle ride.
+
+It was the young Danneved,
+   Came riding to the Castellaye;
+It was then his mother dear
+   Came out to meet him, blythe and gay.
+
+“Be welcome, little Danneved,
+   Be welcome to this house of mine;
+What doth it please thee now to drink?
+   O, say, shall it be mead or wine?”
+
+“O, I will ne’er break bread with you,
+   Or drink a drop of mead or wine,
+’Till thou hast given the young Swayne Trost
+   Fair Ellen, only sister mine.”
+
+“And do thou hear, my dearest son,
+   Hear what I now declare to thee;
+As God shall help me in my need,
+   Brothers of Ellen both ye be.”
+
+“Now do thou hear, my mother dear,
+   Thou’st not to me the truth declar’d;
+Where didst thou bear the young Swayne Trost,
+   That of his birth I never heard?”
+
+“O he was but a little child,
+   When him from out the land I sent;
+And, hearing it said that he was dead,
+   To none I did my loss lament.”
+
+Then up spoke little Danneved,
+   He was the son of a knight so high:
+“Now I have such a brother found,
+   I never more will grieve or sigh.
+
+“God’s blessing upon thee, young Swayne Trost,
+   To thee my troth I now will give;
+I’ll ne’er deceive thee, young Swayne Trost,
+   As long as I on earth shall live.”
+
+Little Danneved and young Swayne Trost,
+   In sables and mard themselves array;
+And both of them took so joyously
+   To the imperial Court their way.
+
+
+
+
+SIR PALL, SIR BEAR, AND SIR LIDEN.
+
+
+Liden he rode to the Ting, and shewed
+   His bloody gashes there:
+“And these were done by no other one
+   But my dear brother Bear.”
+
+With humble air upstood Sir Bear,
+   And for leave to speak he cried:
+“I’ll give thee gold and silver to hold,
+   And my good broad lands beside.”
+
+“Keep thou thyself thy silver pelf,
+   And thy good broad lands for me;
+By God I swear this little hand fair
+   Thy death, brother Bear, shall be.”
+
+Home to their hall ride Bear and Pall.
+   With unsuspicious mind;
+In wrathful mood, with five swains good,
+   Followed Liden close behind.
+
+Sir Pall, and Sir Bear, and Sir Liden, three were,
+   And they met the boughs beneath:
+’Twas sad to view how quick out-flew
+   Their faulchions from the sheath.
+
+First Pall he slew his brother true,
+   Then Bear to death he smote;
+I tell to ye for verity
+   His own death wound he got.
+
+They took up with care Sir Pall and Sir Bear,
+   To the city them they bore;
+Beneath the skies in the greenwood lies
+   Sir Liden amid his gore.
+
+To the earn and the owl and the beasts that prowl
+   Sir Liden’s corpse they left;
+When that was said to his plighted maid
+   She died of sense bereft.
+
+Had he paid heed to his mother’s rede,
+   And himself to the law address’d,
+His brothers twain had remained unslain,
+   And their feud had been laid at rest.
+
+In piteous mode wept Mettelil proud,
+   The death of her three sons bold:
+“Woe’s me,” cried she, “That e’er my eyes
+   Should this sad hour behold.”
+
+For Pall she wept sore, and still, still more
+   For Bear the good and brave;
+But most of all for Sir Liden’s fall,
+   For he had no hallowed grave.
+
+
+
+
+BELARDO’S WEDDING
+
+
+From the banks, in morning’s beam,
+Of Xarama, famous stream;
+From the spot, or nigh it, where
+It joins the Tagus broad and fair,
+Sped Belardo, blithe and gay,
+To receive the righteous pay
+Of all the years of love he’d spent
+In doubts, and fears, and discontent—
+
+   _But happy the shepherd who finally gains_
+   _The beautiful prize of his manifold pains_.
+
+Unto her village now he goes
+The handsome Philis to espouse;
+For now her father, kind and bland,
+But late so stern, yields him her hand.
+Now in his eyes the shepherd shows
+The rapture in his breast that glows,
+That after storm and hurricane
+The heaven should look bright again.
+
+   _How happy the shepherd who finally gains_
+   _The beautiful prize of his manifold pains_.
+
+Not as of yore on foot, I trow,
+Or in albarcas goes he now;
+Albarcas made of slain wolf hide,
+In blood of cow or heifer dyed.
+O snow-white pointed shoes wore he,
+Green stockings gartered at the knee;
+Button composed of burning glass,
+Presented, mind ye, by his lass.
+
+   _How happy the shepherd who finally gains_
+   _The beautiful prize of his manifold pains_.
+
+What a knight of gallant air
+Rides he forth on sorrel mare;
+Saddle of Friezeland leather made,
+Fringe of the most dainty thread.
+Sombrero new, of neatest shape,
+Mantle long with lengthy cape,
+Sayo green, obscure to see,
+Graced with much embroidery.
+
+   _How happy the shepherd who finally gains_
+   _The beautiful prize of his labour and pains_.
+
+By the guise in which he’s drest,
+His hopes are visibly exprest;
+Hopes which so often damped and chilled
+Are on the point to be fulfilled.
+Within his bosom he doth bear
+All the billets of his dear;
+They are so many bills which he
+Is bent to settle speedily.
+
+   _Happy the shepherd who finally gains_
+   _The beautiful prize of his manifold pains_.
+
+Arriving at the house he saw,
+Waiting for him, his father-in-law,
+Who, good-bye to scoffs and slights,
+Holds his stirrup whilst he lights.
+Lovely Philis at the door
+Calls him “husband” and “senor;”
+He “senora” and “dear wife”
+Calleth her, they’re one for life.
+
+   _Happy the shepherd who finally gains_
+   _The beautiful prize of his manifold pains_.
+
+
+
+
+THE YEW TREE
+
+
+O tree of yew, which here I spy,
+By Forida’s famed monastery;
+Beneath thee lies, by cold death bound,
+The tongue for sweetness once renown’d.
+
+Thou noble tree who shelterest kind,
+The grave from winter’s snow and wind,
+May lightning never lay thee low,
+Nor archer cut from thee his bow;
+Nor Crispin peel thee, pegs to frame,
+But may thou ever bloom the same;
+A noble tree the grave to guard
+Of Cambria’s most illustrious bard!
+
+                                 LONDON:
+               Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
+                   _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_.
+
+
+
+
+Footnotes:
+
+
+{5}  _Stevn_ and _Ting_.  Both words signify a tribunal before which
+litigations were decided.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email
+ccx074@pglaf.org
+
+
+
+
+
+ERMELINE
+A BALLAD
+
+
+                                    BY
+                              GEORGE BORROW
+
+                                 LONDON:
+                     PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION
+
+                                   1913
+
+
+
+
+ERMELINE.
+
+
+With lance upraised so haughtily
+   Sir Thunye rides from Alsey town;
+On land and main he was, I ween,
+   A daring knight of high renown.
+
+Sir Thunye rides in good green wood,
+   He fain will chase the nimble hare;
+And there he meeteth the Dwarf’s daughter,
+   All with her band of maidens fair.
+
+Sir Thunye rides in good green wood,
+   To chase the nimble hart and hind;
+And there he meets the Dwarf’s daughter,
+   Beneath the linden bough reclin’d.
+
+She rested ’neath the linden’s shade,
+   The gold harp in her hand was seen:
+“O yonder I spy Sir Thunye ride,
+   I’ll bring him to my feet, I ween.
+
+“Now sit ye down, my maids so small,
+   And sit you down my little foot boy;
+For I the Runic note will play,
+   Till field and meadow bloom with joy.”
+
+Then struck she amain the Runic stroke,
+   The harp began so sweet to ring,
+The wild bird on the twig that sat
+   Forgot its merry song to sing.
+
+The wild bird on the bough that sat
+   Forgot its merry song to sing;
+The wild hart running in the shaw
+   Forgot forthwith to leap and spring.
+
+Then bloomed the mead, the bough burst forth,
+   As wildly rang that Runic strain;
+Sir Thunye fiercely spurred his steed,
+   But, ah! to ’scape he strove in vain.
+
+It was the knight Sir Thunye then
+   From his good courser bounded he;
+He went up to the Dwarf’s daughter,
+   And took his seat beside her knee.
+
+“Hail to thee, Daughter of the Dwarf!
+   Do thou become my wedded wife,
+And I’ll respect and honor thee,
+   All, all the days I gain in life.
+
+“Here sitt’st thou, Daughter of the Dwarf,
+   A rose amongst the lilies all;
+No man can see thee in this world
+   But thee his own he fain would call.”
+
+“Now list to me, Sir Thunye the knight,
+   Give up, I beg, this amorous play;
+I have already a bridegroom bold,
+   The King whom all the dwarfs obey.
+
+“My father sits within the hill,
+   He marshals there his elfin power;
+Next Monday morn my bridegroom bold
+   Shall bear me to his elfin bower.
+
+“My mother in the hill doth sit,
+   And plays with gold that round is strewn;
+But I stole away from out the hill,
+   To play upon my harp a tune.”
+
+“O ere the Dwarf shall thee possess,
+   And his shall be a bliss so high,
+O I will lose my youthful life,
+   And break my faulchion willingly.”
+
+Then answered straight the Dwarf’s daughter,
+   And with a frown thus answered she:
+“O thou may’st gain a lovelier bride,
+   But ne’er, Sir Knight, wilt thou gain me.
+
+“Now haste away, Sir Thunye the knight,
+   I rede thee for thy life take heed;
+My father and my bold bridegroom
+   I ween will both be here with speed.”
+
+It was her mother, the Dwarf’s Lady,
+   She peeped from out the mountain’s side;
+And she was aware of Sir Thunye there,
+   Standing beneath the linden wide.
+
+Out came her mother, the Dwarf’s Lady,
+   And anger shone upon her face:
+“Now hear Wolfhilda, daughter mine,
+   But ill beseems thee such a place.
+
+“Thou’dst better sit within the hill,
+   And sew the linen white as snow,
+Than come to strike the gold harp here,
+   Beneath the verdant forest bough.
+
+“The King of the Dwarfs has wedded thee.
+   Thy free consent he sought and won;
+Yet thou hast dared Sir Thunye here
+   To chain with stroke of magic Rune.”
+
+It was the daughter of the Dwarf
+   Must weeping into the mountain flee;
+Devoid of sense Sir Thunye went
+   Behind her, nor could hear nor see.
+
+But hear what did the wife of the Dwarf:
+   With silk so soft a stool she spread,
+And there he sat till crow of cock,
+   As though he had been stark and dead.
+
+But hear what did the wife of the Dwarf:
+   The book of power forth she brought,
+Therewith she broke the Runic thrall,
+   Wherein the hero had been caught.
+
+“Now have I freed thee from the Runes,
+   They never more can thee oppress:
+This have I done for honor’s sake,
+   My daughter thee shall not possess.
+
+“Much more, Sir Knight, for thee I’ll do,
+   For sheer goodwill and affection pure;
+I will for thee a bonnier bride
+   Than any elfin maid procure.
+
+“I was not born in this wild hill,
+   Of Christian folk I am the child;
+An only sister I possess,
+   And she Dame Ermeline is stil’d.
+
+“She bears the crown in merry England,
+   The crown and queenly dignity;
+Her daughter dear has stolen been,
+   For thus the tale was told to me.
+
+“Her daughter dear has stolen been,
+   She lieth now in strict durance;
+To blessed Kirk she may not go,
+   And far, far less to merry dance.
+
+“She ne’er may out of the window look
+   Except to watch her women stand;
+Nor play at tables with the King
+   Unless the Queen is close at hand.
+
+“Except the King, so aged and grey,
+   No earthly man she e’er has seen;
+Each night her chamber door is locked,
+   And she who locks it is the Queen.
+
+“The Damsel’s named proud Ermeline,
+   She sits in Upsal sorrowing sore;
+Whilst bolts of steel and iron bars
+   Make fast the Damsel’s chamber door.
+
+“The King he has a sister’s son,
+   And Allevod is the name he bears;
+And he’s to wed the lovely maid
+   As soon as he the Kingdom heirs.
+
+“But I will give thee saddle and horse,
+   And golden spurs I will supply;
+Thou ne’er shalt ride a path so wild
+   But thou shalt reach a hostelry.
+
+“And I will garments give to thee,
+   With gold adorned at the seam;
+And I will give thee a ruddy shield,
+   Wherein the richest diamonds gleam.
+
+“And I will give thee a silken band,
+   With roses ’tis embroider’d all;
+Whilst thou dost bear that girdle fair
+   No word thou say’st shall vainly fall.”
+
+Forth stepped the Daughter of the Dwarf,
+   For, ah! she loved the knight so dear:
+“And I will give thee a faulchion good,
+   And I will give thee a polished spear.
+
+“Thou ne’er shalt ride through wood so wide
+   But thou shalt surely find the way;
+And ne’er, Sir Knight, engage in fight
+   But victory thou shalt bear away.
+
+“Thou never, never shalt sail the sea
+   But in safety thou shalt come to land;
+Thou never, never shalt wounded be,
+   I ween, by any human hand.”
+
+It was the proud Dame Thorelile,
+   The clear wine into the cup she pour’d:
+“Now haste thee from the elfin hill,
+   Ere home arrive the elfin Lord.”
+
+Sir Thunye rides in the good green wood,
+   His spear it gleams so wide, so wide;
+And soon he meets the Dwarf himself,
+   To his mountain home as the Dwarf would ride.
+
+“Well met, well met, Sir Thunye the Knight,
+   Thy horse he speeds right gallantly;
+Say whither, whither dost thou ride?
+   On journey bound thou seemst to be.”
+
+“Riding to woo, Sir Dwarf, I am,
+   Riding to wed a beauteous lady;
+To break a spear I do not fear,
+   For weal or woe alike I’m ready.”
+
+“Ride on thy way, Sir Thunye the Knight,
+   Nought else than peace thou shalt have from me;
+In Upsal town a swain there lives
+   Will willingly break a lance with thee.”
+
+Sir Thunye rides in Sweden’s land,
+   Essay his fortune there would he;
+And there he found nine stalwart knights,
+   Stood armed beneath the forest tree.
+
+Upon their heads their helms were placed,
+   Their good shields glittered before their breasts;
+By their sides hung down their gilded swords,
+   And their spears hung ready within the rests.
+
+“Halloo, ye Swedish champions nine!
+   Say, will ye fight for honour now?
+Or will ye fight for ruddy gold,
+   Or the ladies’ love for whom ye glow?”
+
+Then answered Allevod, the King’s son,
+   High rose the pride his heart within:
+“Enough I have of honour and gold,
+   No more of either need I win.”
+
+“There sits a maid in Upsal town,
+   That maid is named proud Ermeline;
+By lance we’ll settle whose shall be
+   That lovely maiden, mine or thine.”
+
+The first course that together they rode
+   So furious were that knightly twain
+Asunder burst their shields of gold,
+   And their broken spears flew o’er the plain.
+
+But now the second course they ride,
+   And again they meet with a crash like thunder;
+Sir Allevod fell from his gilded selle,
+   His sturdy neck-bone burst asunder.
+
+That vexed sore the Swedish knights,
+   Their leader’s fall they fain would wrake;
+But fortune proved so stern and dour,
+   The good knight’s faulchion drove them back.
+
+It was then the Swedish knights
+   Their ruffled garb adjusted they;
+And unto the hall, the regal hall,
+   To the Swedish King they took their way.
+
+“A Jutt is come to our land, Sir King,
+   Armed and dight in elfin way;
+Of eight good knights the limbs he’s broke,
+   Who strove with him in battle fray.
+
+“Of eight good knights the limbs he broke,
+   Halt and lame they will aye remain;
+And upon the sod lies Allevod,
+   Thy sister’s son by that Jotun slain.”
+
+Then answer made the ancient King,
+   Rending his hair so long and grey:
+“With sable and mard I’ll them reward
+   Who dare this cursed Jutt to slay.”
+
+Forth rode the Swedish courtiers then,
+   To slay the Jutt so sure they made;
+But soon from them the vaunt he drove,
+   Such heavy blows on their polls he laid.
+
+No sable and mard was their reward,
+   When they returned from the battle fray;
+They must doff, I ween, their armour sheen,
+   And clothe them in the wadmal grey.
+
+That vexed the Swedish courtiers sore,
+   And in mournful guise they murmured out:
+“In Sweden’s land lives none can stand
+   Against this wild and sturdy Jutt.”
+
+Sir Thunye he to Upsal rides,
+   Respect and honour attend his path;
+The Swedish knights they held their peace,
+   And were only glad to escape his wrath.
+
+And he has broken the huge steel-bar,
+   And he the savage bears has slain;
+And out he has led the lovely maid
+   Who long in dreary thrall had lain.
+
+“Now welcome be, Sir Thunye the Knight,
+   Unto this savage Swedish clime;
+I say to thee in verity
+   I’ve sighed for thee a weary time.
+
+“When I was but a little child,
+   To me ’twas spaed that a knight should come
+From foreign land, should Allevod slay,
+   And to England’s realm should bear me home.
+
+“I beg of thee, Sir Thunye the Knight,
+   That thou as a Knight by me wilt stand;
+There liveth none beneath the sun,
+   To whom I’d sooner yield my hand.”
+
+Then answered amain Sir Thunye the Knight,
+   As he bowed his knee to the Lady fair;
+“With heart and hand by thee to stand,
+   By the holy name of Christ I swear.”
+
+And so he took the lovely maid,
+   With her store of gold so ruddy of hue;
+And to Denmark’s land he her conveyed,
+   Where a loving pair full soon they grew.
+
+He has carried her to his castle hall,
+   Like a blooming flower there she shone;
+Rejoicéd all, both great and small,
+   In Alsey’s ancient town that wone.
+
+It was bold Sir Thunye the Knight,
+   His knightly faith so well kept he;
+The next, next Monday morn he held
+   His bridal’s high festivity.
+
+’Twas noised about in merry England
+   The King’s lost daughter was found at last;
+Rejoiced, I ween, the King and Queen,
+   And away for ever their grief they cast.
+
+The King a scroll to Sir Thunye sent,
+   Wishing him luck with his Ermeline;
+And begged he’d come across the foam
+   That he to him might the crown resign.
+
+It was good Sir Thunye the Knight,
+   He spread on the yard his sails so wide;
+And they arrived in the far England
+   In less, I’m told, than two months’ tide.
+
+It was good Sir Thunye the Knight,
+   He steered his vessel towards the strand;
+And, lo! the ancient King and Queen
+   Were walking on the yellow sand.
+
+“Now welcome be Sir Thunye the Knight,
+   Thrice welcome be to this foreign strand;
+Of England all the fair kingdom shall
+   Be subject to thy knightly hand.”
+
+So he the kingdom has resigned,
+   And he has crowned the knight of fame;
+And dales and downs and England’s towns
+   Thus subject to the knight became.
+
+Now has Sir Thunye all achieved,
+   And now to joy may his heart resign;
+He rules by day old England gay,
+   And sleeps at night with his Ermeline.
+
+A King more powerful there is none
+   Than he, the flower of chivalry;
+The knights, they say, of Sweden pray
+   He never more their guest may be.
+
+
+
+
+THE CUCKOO’S SONG IN MERION.
+_From the Welsh of Lewis Morris_.
+
+
+Though it has been my fate to see
+   Of gallant countries many a one;
+Good ale, and those that drank it free,
+   And wine in streams that seemed to run;
+The best of beer, the best of cheer,
+   Allotted are to Merion.
+
+The swarthy ox will drag his chain,
+   At man’s commandment that is done;
+His furrow break through earth with pain,
+   Up hill and hillock toiling on;
+Yet with more skill draw hearts at will
+   The maids of county Merion.
+
+Merry the life, it must be owned,
+   Upon the hills of Merion;
+Though chill and drear the prospect round,
+   Delight and joy are not unknown;
+O who would e’er expect to hear
+   ’Mid mountain bogs the cuckoo’s tone?
+
+O who display a mien full fair,
+   A wonder each to look upon?
+And who in every household care
+   Defy compare below the sun?
+And who make mad each sprightly lad?
+   The maids of county Merion.
+
+O fair the salmon in the flood,
+   That over golden sands doth run;
+And fair the thrush in his abode,
+   That spreads his wings in gladsome fun;
+More beauteous look, if truth be spoke,
+   The maids of county Merion.
+
+Dear to the little birdies wild
+   Their freedom in the forest lone;
+Dear to the little sucking child
+   The nurse’s breast it hangs upon;
+Though long I wait, I ne’er can state
+   How dear to me is Merion.
+
+Sweet in the house the Telyn’s {23} strings
+   In love and joy where kindred wone;
+While each in turn a stanza sings,
+   No sordid themes e’er touched upon;
+Full sweet in sound the hearth around
+   The maidens’ song of Merion.
+
+And though my body here it be
+   Travelling the countries up and down;
+Tasting delights of land and sea,
+   True pleasure seems my heart to shun;
+Alas! there’s need home, home to speed—
+   My soul it is in Merion.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                                  LONDON
+               Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
+                   _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_.
+
+
+
+
+Footnotes:
+
+
+{23}  The Harp.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email
+ccx074@pglaf.org
+
+
+
+
+
+                            GRIMMER AND KAMPER
+                     THE END OF SIVARD SNARENSWAYNE
+                            AND OTHER BALLADS
+
+
+                                    BY
+                              GEORGE BORROW
+
+                                 LONDON:
+                     PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION
+
+                                   1913
+
+               _Copyright in the United States of America_
+           _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_.
+
+
+
+
+GRIMMER AND KAMPER
+
+
+Grimmer walks upon the floor,
+   Well can Grimmer wield his sword:
+“Give to me fair Ingeborg,
+   For the sake of Christ our Lord.”
+
+“Far too little art thou, lad,
+   Thou about thee canst not hack;
+When thou comest ’mong other kemps,
+   Ever do they drive thee back.”
+
+“Not so little, Sire, am I,
+   I myself full well can guard;
+When I fight with kempions I
+   Gallantly can ply my sword.”
+
+“Kamper dwells in Birting’s land,
+   For a stalwart kemp he’s known;
+Thou shalt wed my daughter, if
+   Thou to earth canst hew him down.”
+
+Rage and grief his bosom filled,
+   Grimmer through the door retires:
+“What answer did my father give?”
+   Beauteous Ingeborg inquires.
+
+“Kamper dwells in Birting’s land,
+   And he bears a warlike name;
+If I him to death can smite,
+   I may thee with honour claim.”
+
+Answered him the fair young maid:
+   “Ah! my father seeks thy death,
+Kamper for thee is far too strong,
+   He will work thee rueful scathe.
+
+“But I’ll lend a helm to thee,
+   Thou may’st trust upon in fight;
+And an acton I’ll provide,
+   Whereupon no sword will bite.
+
+“I’ll give thee a faulchion good,
+   And a harness on to put;
+On earth’s ground no sword is found
+   Through that harness which can cut.
+
+“I will give to thee a sword
+   In thy youthful hand to bear;
+Thou therewith mayst iron cleave,
+   E’en as though it water were.”
+
+Kamper stands on Birtingsborough,
+   Thence so far he sees and wide:
+“What can be that little wreck
+   Hitherward that seems to glide?”
+
+It was little Grimmer bold
+   Steered his vessel straight to land;
+’Twas the bulky Kamper then
+   Tow’rds him stretched a friendly hand.
+
+“Welcome, little Grimmer, be!
+   Here no harm thou hast to fear;
+Half my land I’ll give to thee,
+   And my sister’s daughter dear.”
+
+“Ne’er will I that Ingeborg,
+   My beloved, should hear such shame,
+That I thy sister’s daughter took,
+   And thy friend that I became.
+
+“But we’ll go to Vimming’s hill,
+   And do battle, as is fit;
+One of us his life shall lose,
+   Ere the ring of death we quit.”
+
+Thereto answered Kamper bold,
+   He had such an eager hand:
+“I’ll the first blow have, forsooth,
+   ’Tis on my own earth we stand.”
+
+The first blow big Kamper struck,
+   Given ’twas with wrathful yell;
+He so hard has Grimmer struck,
+   Down to earth young Grimmer fell.
+
+Upstood little Grimmer then
+   Quickly little Grimmer rose:
+“Thou shalt also stand me one,
+   Ere the sun sinks to repose.”
+
+The next blow was Glimmer’s own,
+   Fierce he hewed with his right hand;
+He hewed on Kamper’s golden helm,
+   To his heart down went the brand.
+
+Kamper bellowed as he fell,
+   Dead upon the earth so hard:
+“Would to God that of my case
+   Knew my brother Rodengard!”
+
+Joyous little Grimmer was,
+   That the fight to end had come;
+Gold and silver much he took,
+   To the maid he bore it home.
+
+Blood forth streaming from his wound
+   Lies the mighty Kamper dead;
+Grimmer lives, the brave young swain,
+   Carries off his gold so red.
+
+When he had the victory won,
+   Little space he tarried there;
+Joyous sailed his men away,
+   Joyous with their booty fair.
+
+Standing on the battlement,
+   Looks the Damsel towards the strand:
+“Yonder I my youth espy,
+   See his vessel touch the strand.”
+
+Thanks to brave young Grimmer be,
+   For his faith he kept so well;
+On next Monday morn, at dawn,
+   Grimmer’s bridal feast befell.
+
+
+
+
+MIMMERING TAN
+
+
+The smallest man was Mimmering
+E’er born in the land of Carl the King.
+
+And ere he into the world was brought
+His clothes already were for him wrought.
+
+Ere yet he could walk across the floor,
+A ponderous iron cuirass he bore.
+
+And ere he had learnt to ride, to ride,
+His father’s sword to his hip he tied.
+
+The first time he his sword could bear
+A better knight breathed not the air.
+
+So down he went to the salt sea strand,
+As the merchants lay before the land.
+
+He saw then, under the steep hill’s side,
+A knight with sheeny armour ride.
+
+Coursing came he at headlong speed,
+Grim as a lion was his steed.
+
+“Now, gallant Sir Knight, to me attend,
+Wilt let me with thee as a shield boy wend?”
+
+“Thou art too little and young, I fear,
+My heavy harness thou canst not bear.”
+
+At that word Mimmering wrathful grew,
+The Knight from his steed to earth he threw.
+
+And much more harm to him was done,
+He smote his head against a stone.
+
+He clomb on the saddle and rode away,
+He’ll fain with other knights have a fray.
+
+And when to the green wood he had won,
+There met he Vidrik Verlandson.
+
+“Well met, well met, thou stalwart knight,
+Say, wilt thou for a fair maid fight?”
+
+Then straightway Vidrik made reply:
+“I’ll meet thee, dwarf, or no man am I.”
+
+They fought for a day, they fought for twain,
+Neither could from the other the victory gain.
+
+So good stall-brothership vowed have they,
+Which should endure to the judgment day.
+
+How should it endure that long time all?
+It could not last till evening-fall.
+
+
+
+
+THE END OF SIVARD SNARENSWAYNE
+
+
+Young Sivard he his step-sire slew
+   To avenge his mother’s wrongs;
+And now to sport in the Monarch’s court
+   Young Sivard sorely longs.
+
+It was Sivard Snarenswayne
+   To his mother’s presence strode:
+“Say, shall I ride from hence?” he cried,
+   “Or wend on foot my road?”
+
+“O never shalt thou go on foot
+   Whilst I’ve a horse in stall;
+I’ll give thee the steed of matchless breed,
+   Which courtiers Grayman call.”
+
+They led Grayman out of the stall,
+   His reins were gilt about;
+His eyes were bright as the clear star-light,
+   And fire from his bit sprang out.
+
+Off Sivard throws his gloves, like snows
+   The stripling’s hands appeared;
+And with all his force he girded the horse,
+   For to trust the groom he feared.
+
+It was Sivard’s mother dear,
+   In a kirtle red was clad:
+“The horse I fear will cost thee dear,
+   And that fear makes me sad.”
+
+She followed him a long, long way,
+   Her heart was filled with woe:
+“O take good heed of the Grayman steed,
+   He many a trick doth know!”
+
+“Now list to me, my mother dear,
+   Quick cast your care aside;
+To a son of worth thou hast given birth,
+   Who his horse full well can ride.”
+
+Away they go, o’er bridges now,
+   And now o’er brooks in flood;
+Clung so tight to his steed the knight
+   That his boots were filled with blood.
+
+The horse he hurried o’er the wold,
+   Right past the crowded Ting;
+Then wildly gazed the folk, amazed
+   That the horse he could so spring.
+
+For fifteen nights and for fifteen days
+   The speed of their race endured;
+Before them tall uprose a hall
+   With the gates all fast secured.
+
+The Dane King stood on the battlement,
+   And thence looked far and wide:
+“Some drunken peer is coming here,
+   Who his horse full well can ride.
+
+“O that is either a drunken peer,
+   On courser good and keen;
+Or that, I swear, is my sister’s heir,
+   And in battle he has been.”
+
+The horse did spit from his mouth the bit,
+   And, neighing, bounded high;
+Then maids and dames forsook their games
+   And trembled fearfully.
+
+Then maids and dames forsook their games,
+   And shook their weeds below;
+To meet the boy, his sister’s joy,
+   The King of the Danes did go.
+
+It was the mighty King of the Danes,
+   And thus the King he cried:
+“Ye archers, straight undo the gate,
+   And fling it open wide.”
+
+It was Sivard Snarenswayne,
+   Through the portal in rode he;
+Then dames fifteen of beauteous mien
+   Before him bent their knee.
+
+The Dane King to his merry men spake:
+   “I rede ye treat him fair;
+I tell to ye for a verity
+   No jesting he will bear.”
+
+It was Sivard Snarenswayne,
+   He made his courser bound
+Ten ells and more the ramparts o’er,
+   And thus his death he found.
+
+From his gilded selle down Sivard fell,
+   Snapped Grayman’s back outright;
+Wept great and small in the Monarch’s hall
+   For the wizard steed and knight.
+
+
+
+
+SIR GUNCELIN’S WEDDING
+
+
+It was the Count Sir Guncelin,
+   Who to his mother cried:
+“O I in quest of knightly fame
+   Through foreign lands will ride.”
+
+“And if thou from the land wilt ride,
+   To help thee on thy way,
+I give thee the steed, the wondrous steed,
+   The good steed Carl the grey.
+
+“I’ll give the steed for thy time of need,
+   The good grey Carl, but know
+No spur of steel must grace thy heel,
+   Nor helm be on thy brow.
+
+“Never a warrior must thou heed,
+   But straight thy path pursue,
+Till thou in fight engage the knight
+   Whose name is Ivor Blue.”
+
+It was the Count Sir Guncelin,
+   By the green hill took his way;
+There chanced he to meet little Tilventin,
+   And bade him promptly stay.
+
+“Now welcome little Tilventin,
+   And where hast thou passed the night?”
+“I have passed the night at Brattingsborg,
+   Where from helms the fire they smite!”
+
+It was the Count Sir Guncelin,
+   From under his red helm glared:
+“Sir Tilventin it had better been
+   If that thou hadst never declared.”
+
+It was the Count Sir Guncelin,
+   His sharp sword out he drew;
+It was little Tilventin,
+   Whom he did to pieces hew.
+
+He rode away unto Brattingsborg,
+   On the door he struck with his spear:
+“Doth any warrior bide therein,
+   Who will come and fight me here?”
+
+It was the Knight Sir Ivor Blue,
+   He turned to the West his eye:
+“Now help me Wolf and Asmer hawk,
+   I hear a kemp’s fierce cry.”
+
+It was the Knight Sir Ivor Blue,
+   He turned to the East his eye:
+“Now help me, Odin, for thou hast might,
+   I hear Sir Guncelin’s cry!”
+
+It was the Count Sir Guncelin,
+   His helm o’er his white neck flung;
+That sound in the ear of his mother dear
+   Through the dark night-time rung.
+
+The Dame awoke at black midnight,
+   And unto her Lord she cried:
+“Now deign, now deign, thou highest God,
+   With my son in this fray to bide!”
+
+The first course that together they rode,
+   So strong were the knightly twain,
+Struck Guncelin Sir Ivor Blue,
+   And stretched him on the plain.
+
+“Now listen, Count Sir Guncelin,
+   If thou’lt but let me live,
+My young and newly wedded bride,
+   I unto thee will give.”
+
+“I will not take thy wedded bride
+   Upon marriage stands my mind;
+Give me Salentia, sister thine,
+   And my fate to her’s I’ll bind.”
+
+They rode away to the bridal feast,
+   Withouten more ado;
+Of stalwart knights, and warrior wights,
+   They invited the best they knew.
+
+They invited Vidrik Verlandson,
+   And Diderik, knight of Bern;
+They invited Olger the Daneman too,
+   Who in battle is so stern.
+
+They invited Silvard Snarenswayne,
+   Who before the bride should ride;
+And thither came also Langben the Jutt,
+   To sit at the Bridegroom’s side.
+
+They invited Master Hildebrand,
+   The bridal torch he carried;
+And he was followed by Kempions twelve,
+   Deep drank they whilst they tarried,
+
+And thither came Folker Spilleman,
+   With his humour the kemps must bear;
+And thither came King Sigfrid Hoon,
+   To his own pain and care.
+
+Then came the proud Dame Grimhild,
+   To prepare the bride for the hall;
+With iron she caused her feet to be shod,
+   And her fingers with steel tipped all.
+
+And thither came Dame Gunda Hetta,
+   ’Mid the Norland hills her house;
+And there doth she pass a right merry life,
+   With dance and with carouse.
+
+Thither came likewise Dame Brynhild,
+   She cut for the bride the meat,
+Her followed slender ladies seven,
+   ’Midst the knights they took their seat.
+
+They follow’d the bride to the chamber in.
+   Of a luncheon slight to taste;
+And there she eat four tuns of pottage,
+   Which pleased her palate best.
+
+Then before her sixteen oxen-bodies,
+   And eighteen swine disappear;
+And before her thirst she could assuage,
+   She drank seven tuns of beer.
+
+So mighty the press of their garments was,
+   As they led the bride to the hall,
+That they brushed down, ere they ushered her in,
+   Full fifteen ells from the wall.
+
+They led the bride to the bride-bench up,
+   And sat themselves down so light,
+That a bench of stone which they sat upon,
+   Sank into the ground outright.
+
+They placed before her the very best food,
+   Nor did she the food decline;
+Fifteen oxen the sea-wife ate,
+   And also ten fat swine.
+
+The bridegroom’s eyes were upon her fixed,
+   And at length surprised he grew:
+“Ne’er have I seen a youthful bride,
+   To the dish such justice do.”
+
+Up then sprang the Kempions all,
+   And to one another did say:
+“Now, whether shall we cast the bar,
+   Or fight in knightly way?”
+
+The warriors began to describe the round,
+   Upon the verdant earth;
+For the honour and pride of the young sea-bride,
+   Who should look on their deeds of worth.
+
+The young bride up from the bride-bench sprang,
+   Two hands so weak had she;
+Towards her Langben the Giant leapt,
+   Fine sport began to be.
+
+Then danced the table, then danced the bench,
+   And the sparks from the helms flew high;
+Out ran the valiant warriors all:
+   “Dame Devil thou mak’st us fly!”
+
+Then there arose a mightier dance,
+   From Ribe unto the Slee;
+The shortest warrior dancing had
+   Fifteen ells beneath the knee.
+
+The shortest warrior in that dance,
+   Was little Mimmering Tan;
+He was among that heathenish throng
+   The only Christian man.
+
+
+
+
+EPIGRAMS
+
+
+Honesty
+
+
+No wonder honesty’s a lasting article,
+Seeing that people seldom use a particle.
+
+
+
+A Politician
+
+
+He served his God in such a fashion
+As ne’er put Satan in a passion.
+
+
+
+The Candle
+
+
+For foolish pastimes oft, full oft, they thee ignite,
+I oft a pastime prove for tongues with folly rife;
+By wasting of thyself thou yieldest others light,
+And I in self same way must use my luckless life.
+
+
+
+
+EPIGRAM ON HIMSELF
+BY WESSEL
+
+
+He ate, and drank, and slip-shod went,
+Was ever grieving and misgiving;
+For nothing fit, nor competent,
+At last not even fit for living.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                                 LONDON:
+               Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
+
+                   _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Transcribed from the 1914 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email
+ccx074@pglaf.org
+
+
+
+
+
+THE EXPEDITION TO
+BIRTING’S LAND
+AND OTHER BALLADS
+
+
+                                    BY
+                              GEORGE BORROW
+
+                                 LONDON:
+                     PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION
+
+                                   1914
+
+               _Copyright in the United States of America_
+           _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_.
+
+
+
+
+THE EXPEDITION TO BIRTING’S LAND
+
+
+The King he o’er the castle rules,
+   He rules o’er all the land;
+O’er many a hardy hero too,
+   With naked sword in hand.
+
+Let the courtier govern his steed,
+   The boor his thatchèd cot,
+But Denmark’s King o’er castles rules,
+   For nobler is his lot.
+
+King Diderik sits on Brattingsborg,
+   And round he looks with pride:
+“No one I know of in the world
+   Would me in fight abide.”
+
+Then answered Brand Sir Viferlin,
+   Had been in many a land:
+“Methinks I know a warrior stout
+   Would thee in fight withstand.
+
+“He’s Ifald call’d, a king is he,
+   In Birting’s land afar;
+And he has fellows following him
+   With savage wolves who war.
+
+“O he has fellows following him
+   ’Gainst teeth of bears who fight;
+The food in which he most delights
+   Is flesh of Christian wight.
+
+“Every day in the East that dawns
+   His mouth he’s wont to cool
+With serpents, toads, and other filth,
+   That come from the hellish pool.”
+
+As Ifald sat on his throne that day
+   He thus was heard to cry:
+“Let some one bid my little foot page
+   To come to me instantly.
+
+“Now list to me, thou little foot page,
+   On my errand thee I’ll send
+Unto the King of Brattingsborg,
+   To whom I am no friend.
+
+“Tell him that he must tribute pay,
+   Or for bloody war prepare;
+Forsooth if him in the field I meet
+   I him will little spare.”
+
+Then answered straight the little foot page
+   And a gallant answer he gave:
+“My Lord thy message I’ll carry forth,
+   Though they lay me in my grave.”
+
+In came he, the little foot page,
+   And stood before the board:
+“Now list to me, King Diderik,
+   My master has sent you word.
+
+“Either tribute thou shalt pay,
+   As thou didst last year agree,
+Or thou shalt meet us in the field,
+   And bloodshed there shall be.”
+
+“I will not tribute pay, forsooth,
+   I scorn to stoop so low;
+Nay, rather unto Birting’s land
+   With sword unsheathed I go.”
+
+Then answer’d Vitting Helfredson,
+   And loud he laughed with glee:
+“If ye fare this year into Birting’s land
+   I too of the troop shall be.
+
+“Last year wast thou in Birting’s land,
+   And there didst lose thy steed;
+Thou hadst better stay in Brattingsborg
+   Than again seek Birting’s mead.”
+
+“On me, if I stay in Brattingsborg,
+   Be every malison;
+If I have no horse on which to ride
+   I have legs on which to run.”
+
+There rode out from Brattingsborg
+   So many a knight renown’d;
+The rocks were split ’neath the coursers’ feet,
+   And quaked the startled ground.
+
+There rode forth King Diderik,
+   The lion upon his shield;
+And there too glittered the golden crown
+   So far across the field.
+
+There rode Vidrik Verlandson,
+   The hammer and tongs he bore;
+And there rode good King Esmer’s sons,
+   All men of wondrous power.
+
+There rode the rich Count Rodengard,
+   A warrior stout and fine;
+And there rode King Sir Sigfred, who
+   Displayed a monarch’s sign.
+
+Then followed Siward Snarenswayne,
+   With many arrows white;
+And then came Brand Sir Viferlin,
+   Who never fled from fight.
+
+And next rode Hero Hogen,
+   He looked a rose so brave;
+And then rode Folker Spillemand,
+   In his hand a naked glaive.
+
+Then rode the bold young Ulf Van Yern,
+   A glorious horse upon;
+Behind him young Sir Humble rode,
+   And then Sir Sigfredson.
+
+And then rode Gunther and Gernot,
+   With arrow on bended bow;
+And there rode Sonne Tolkerson,
+   With courage upon his brow.
+
+There rode the little Grimmer,
+   In golden acton dight;
+And there rode Seyer the active,
+   Who yields to none in might.
+
+And then came master Hildebrand,
+   As though to his courser fixt;
+The stalwart friar Alsing rode
+   The ancient hero next.
+
+There rode Orm the Ungarswayne,
+   So bold of heart was he;
+So joyous were they every one,
+   And sure of victory.
+
+Out galloped they all from Brattingsborg,
+   As fast as they could speed;
+But Vitting bold came running behind,
+   Because he had no steed.
+
+It was hardy Angelfyr,
+   To Grimselin he cried:
+“O, he must on his bare legs run
+   Who has no horse to ride!”
+
+And still ran Vitting, and still ran he,
+   Till with wrath he nigh was wode;
+Then he struck a warrior from his horse
+   And sat himself on, and rode.
+
+It was Sir King Diderik,
+   He back a glance did throw:
+“O yonder I see the courtier ride
+   Who on foot was wont to go.
+
+“Here thou, Vitting Helfredson,
+   Thou art a warrior bold;
+Thou shalt hie forward to Birting’s land,
+   And demand the tribute gold.
+
+“With thee shall Vidrik Verlandson,
+   And Diderik knight of Bern;
+Of all my troop they are best at blows,
+   And most for battle yearn.”
+
+They set themselves upon their steeds,
+   And away they rode like wind;
+The knights they roared, and their steeds they gored,
+   For wroth were they in mind.
+
+The watchman stood on the battlement
+   From whence he far could see:
+“Yonder I warriors three espy
+   Who wrathful seem to be.
+
+“The one is Vitting Helfredson
+   Who lost his steed last year;
+That a rugged guest he’ll prove to us
+   We have full cause to fear.
+
+“The second is Vidrik Verlandson,
+   As the tongs and hammer shew;
+The third is Diderik Van Bern,
+   All warriors good, I trow.”
+
+They left their steeds in the castle yard,
+   To the castle strode they in;
+Then might each man by their faces see
+   A fray would soon begin.
+
+Upon the porter they laid their hands,
+   And him to pieces hew’d;
+Then in they strode to the high, high hall,
+   And before the King they stood.
+
+Then up rose Ifald the King in rage,
+   And thus the King did cry:
+“O, whence are come the ill-starr’d loons
+   Before my board I spy?”
+
+Then answered the skinker of the King,
+   Who skinkèd wine and mead:
+“Our sharp spears, if we ply them well,
+   Will drive them out with speed.”
+
+It was Vitting Helfredson,
+   By the beard the skinker has ta’en;
+He smote him a blow the ear below,
+   Which dashed out half his brain.
+
+He flung the dead corse on the board,
+   And a merry jest had he:
+“Who’ll taste,” said Vitting Helfredson,
+   “This precious roast for me?”
+
+Then forth stepped Diderik Van Bern,
+   And, brandishing his glaive,
+He hewed upon King Ifald’s head,
+   And him to the navel clave.
+
+And forth stepped Vidrik Verlandson,
+   And round began to hew;
+Heads and arms were smitten off
+   As round and round he flew.
+
+In came King Ifald’s mother grey,
+   With an eldritch scream she came;
+I tell to ye in verity
+   There ensued a wondrous game.
+
+Vitting struck her with his sword,
+   A very fearful stroke;
+But she kissed asunder the good sword,
+   Into pieces three it broke.
+
+With a single kiss of the witch’s mouth
+   Was shivered the trusty sword;
+Vitting the hag by the weazand seized,
+   Without a single word.
+
+The beldame changed herself to a crane,
+   And flew to the clouds on high;
+But Vitting donned a feather robe,
+   And pursued her through the sky.
+
+They flew for a day, they flew for three,
+   Bold Vitting and the crane;
+Then Vitting seized the crane by the legs,
+   And her body rent in twain.
+
+Homeward now, with sword in hand,
+   The valiant comrades wended:
+All the Birting kemps are dead,
+   And the adventure ended.
+
+
+
+
+THE SINGING MARINER
+_A Ballad from the Spanish_
+
+
+Who will ever have again,
+On the land or on the main,
+Such a chance as happen’d to
+Count Arnaldos long ago.
+
+With his falcon in his hand,
+Forth he went along the strand;
+There he saw a galley gay,
+Briskly bearing for the bay.
+
+Ask me not her name and trade,—
+All the sails of silk were made;
+He who steer’d the ship along
+Raised his voice, and sang a song.
+
+Sang a song whose magic force
+Calm’d the breaker in its course;
+While the fishes, sore amazed,
+Left their holes and upward gazed.
+
+And the fowl came flocking fast,
+Round the summit of the mast;
+Still he sang to wind and wave:
+“God preserve my vessel brave!
+
+“Guard her from the rocks that grow
+’Mid the sullen deep below;
+From the gust, and from the breeze,
+Sweeping through Gibtarek’s seas.
+
+“From the gulf of Venice too,
+With its shoals and waters blue;
+Where the mermaid chants her hymn,
+Borne upon the billow’s brim.”
+
+Forward stept Arnaldos bold,
+Thus he spake, as I am told:
+“Teach me, sailor, I entreat,
+Yonder song that sounds so sweet.”
+
+But the sailor shook his head,
+Shook it thrice, and briefly said:
+“Never will I teach the strain
+But to him who ploughs the main.”
+
+
+
+
+YOUTH’S SONG IN SPRING
+
+
+O, scarcely is Spring a time of pure bliss,
+   He is wrong who full trust thereon layeth;
+From many it may
+Take sorrow away,
+   But to many it trouble conveyeth.
+
+O, when every thing is as joyous in Spring,
+   As in heaven, that never is dreary;
+’Tis a grievous case
+If one mournful must pace,
+   And cannot be also merry!
+
+
+
+
+THE NIGHTINGALE
+_Translated from the Danish_
+
+
+In midnight’s calm hour the Nightingale sings
+   Of freedom, of love, and delight;
+Come, haste to the grove where melody rings,
+   ’Tis Philomel’s notes that invite.
+A fowler attentively follows her there,
+Resolv’d for his victim to spread out a snare:
+_Think_, _girls_, _of the Nightingale’s fate_, _and beware_!
+
+In ambush his nets he carefully brings,
+   Glad innocence feels no alarm;
+Unguarded her flight—’midst danger she wings—
+   And falls into sorrowful harm.
+Alas! she is silent, and full of despair,
+He glides away quick with his treasure so rare:
+_Think_, _girls_, _of the Nightingale’s fate_, _and beware_!
+
+A beautiful cage adorns his fair prize,
+   In hope that for him she will sing;
+But Freedom, that wafted her notes to the skies,
+   Bore Gladness away on its wing.
+Thus you, Philomela, resemble the fair,
+And we, we delight in the love that we share:
+_O_, _think of the Nightingale’s fate_, _and beware_!
+
+
+
+
+LINES
+
+
+Say from what mine took Love the yellow gold
+   To form those tresses? from what thorn-bush tore
+   Those roses sleek? and from what summit bore
+That stainless snow which seems no longer cold?
+
+
+
+
+MORNING SONG
+_Nu rinder Solen op_
+
+
+From Eastern quarters now
+   The sun’s up-wandering,
+His rays on the rock’s brow
+   And hill’s side squandering.
+Be glad, my soul! and sing amidst thy pleasure,
+   Fly from the house of dust,
+   Up with thy thanks, and trust
+To heaven’s azure!
+
+O, countless as the grains
+   Of sand so tiny,
+Measureless as the main’s
+   Deep waters briny,
+God’s mercy is, which He upon me showereth.
+   Each morning in my shell,
+   A grace immeasurable
+To me down-poureth.
+
+Thou best dost understand,
+   Lord God! my needing;
+And placed is in Thy hand
+   My fortune’s speeding,
+And Thou foresee’st what is for me most fitting.
+   Be still, then, O my soul!
+   To manage in the whole
+Thy God permitting.
+
+May fruit the land array,
+   And corn for eating!
+May truth e’er make its way,
+   With justice meeting!
+Give thou to me my share with every other,
+   ’Till down my staff I lay,
+   And from this world away
+Wend to another!
+
+
+
+
+FROM THE FRENCH
+
+
+This world by fools is occupied,
+   And whom the sight of a fool displeases,
+Within his chamber himself should hide,
+   And break his looking-glass to pieces.
+
+
+
+
+THE MORNING WALK
+
+
+To the beech grove with so sweet an air
+   It beckon’d me.
+O, Earth! that never the cruel plough-share
+   Had furrow’d thee!
+In their dark shelter the flowerets grew,
+   Bright to the eye,
+And smil’d by my foot on the cloudlets blue,
+   Which deck’d the sky.
+
+To the wood through a field I took my way;
+   There I could see
+On the field an uppil’d stone-heap lay,
+   ’Twixt hillocks three;
+So anciently grayly white it stood,
+   An oblong ring:
+Here doubtless was held in the old time good
+   A royal Ting.
+
+The royal stone, which there doth stand,
+   The Stol-king press’d,
+With crown on head, and sceptre in hand,
+   In sables drest.
+And every warrior solemnly pac’d
+   Peaceful in thought,
+And down on his stone himself calmly plac’d—
+   No sword he brought.
+
+The king’s house stood on yonder height,
+   With walls of power;
+On yon had his daughter, the damsel bright,
+   Her maiden bower.
+Upon the third the temple stood,
+   Through the North famed wide,
+Where to Thor was offered the he-goat’s blood,
+   In reeking tide.
+
+O, lovely field! and forest fair,
+   And meads grass-clad;
+Her bride-bed Freya every where
+   Enamelled had.
+The corn-flowers rose in azure band
+   From earthly cell;
+Nought else could I do but stop and stand,
+   And greet them well.
+
+Welcome on earth’s green breast again,
+   Ye flowerets dear!
+In spring how charming ’mid the grain
+   Your heads ye rear.
+Like stars ’midst lightning’s yellow ray
+   Ye shine red, blue:
+O, how your summer aspect gay
+   Delights my view.
+
+O poet! poet! silence keep,
+   God help thy case:
+Our owner holds us sadly cheap,
+   And scorns our race.
+Each time he sees, he calls us scum,
+   Or worthless tares;
+Hell-weeds that but to vex him come
+   ’Midst his corn-ears.
+
+The greatest grace done for our sake
+   In all his life,
+Is from his pocket deep to take
+   His huge clasp knife;
+And heavy handful then to cut,
+   ’Midst grumbling much—
+Us with tobacco leaves to put
+   In seal-skin pouch.
+
+He says, he says, that smoked this way,
+   We dross of the field,
+To the world by chance, by poor chance, may
+   Some benefit yield;
+But as for our beauty, our blue and red hues,
+   ’Tis folly indeed—
+The mouth is his only test of use,
+   And that’s his creed.
+
+O wretched mortals!—O wretched man!
+   O wretched crowd!—
+No pleasures ye pluck—no pleasures ye plan
+   In life’s lone road:—
+Whose eyes are blind to the glories great
+   Of the works of God;
+And dream that the mouth is the nearest gate
+   To joy’s abode.
+
+Come flowers! for we to each other belong,
+   Come graceful elf,
+And around my lute in sympathy strong
+   Now wind thyself;
+And quake as if mov’d by zephyr’s wing,
+   ’Neath the clang of the chord,
+And a morning song with glee we’ll sing
+   To our Maker and Lord!
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                                 LONDON:
+
+               Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
+
+                   _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email
+ccx074@pglaf.org
+
+
+
+
+
+                               LITTLE ENGEL
+                                 A BALLAD
+                             WITH A SERIES OF
+                        EPIGRAMS FROM THE PERSIAN
+
+
+                                    BY
+                              GEORGE BORROW
+
+                                 LONDON:
+                     PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION
+
+                                   1913
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE ENGEL.
+
+
+It was the little Engel, he
+   So handsome was and gay;
+To Upland rode he on a tide
+   And bore a maid away.
+
+In ill hour he to Upland rode
+   And made a maid his prize;
+The first night they together lay
+   Was down by Vesteryse.
+
+It was the little Engel he
+   Awoke at black midnight,
+And straight begins his dream to state
+   In terror and affright.
+
+“Methought the wolf-whelp and his dam,
+   The laidly she-wolf gray,
+Tore out my heart, and twixt their teeth
+   Did hold it as I lay.”
+
+“That thou dream’st little Engel thus
+   Can cause slight wonderment,
+When me thou’st ta’en by might and main
+   Nor asked my friends’ consent.”
+
+In came Solwey Johnsen then
+   And stood before the table;
+He was I ween, a clever lad,
+   And well to speak was able.
+
+“Hear thou, my lord, Little Engel,
+   Rise up and straight begone;
+For here Sir Godey Loumand comes
+   By four ways to the town.”
+
+“I fear not four, Solwey Johnsen,
+   Nor five fear I, nor ten!
+I fear not Godey Sir Loumand, though
+   He come with thirty men.”
+
+“O there are more than four, Sir,
+   Or five, Sir, or than ten;
+Here cometh Godey Sir Loumand with
+   A hundred armed men.”
+
+It was the little Engel, he
+   Took Malfred in his arm:
+“Now, dearest heart, some counsel give
+   May free us from this harm.”
+
+It was the little Engel, her
+   Upon the white cheek kiss’d:
+“Now do thou hear, my bosom’s dear,
+   With counsel us assist.”
+
+“The best advice that I can give
+   I’ll give thee in this case;
+To Mary’s Church we will retire,
+   They’ll ne’er destroy that place.
+
+“We’ll gold and silver take, and on
+   The scale we’ll pile them high;
+To-morrow from the Churchmen we
+   The holy place will buy.
+
+“Around you call your merry men all
+   To whom you’ve given bread;
+For refuge we to the Kirk will flee
+   Since we are thus bestead.
+
+“Do you take all your merry men who
+   Your coursers’ backs have prest;
+We’ll hie us to our Lady’s church,
+   And set our hearts at rest.
+
+“That’s the best counsel, love, I know,
+   A simple woman I;
+In Mary’s house we’ll lock ourselves,
+   And there our foes defy.”
+
+It was the little Engel,
+   Into the church he went:
+Sir Loumand to beleaguer him
+   A hundred men has sent.
+
+Before the kirk his men they lay
+   Till full five months were past;
+It was Godey Sir Loumand
+   So wrathful grew at last.
+
+Then spake the mother of little Malfred,
+   With hate ’gainst her was fill’d:
+“The Kirk of Maria burn with fire,
+   And it with gold rebuild.”
+
+The fire began to burn, to burn,
+   The sparkles in they flew;
+At that adread was little Malfred,
+   And ashy pale she grew.
+
+It was so hot in the Kirk yard when
+   Abroad the blazes sped;
+But in the Kirk still hotter when
+   In poured the melted lead.
+
+It was the little Malfred,
+   So frantic was her mood:
+“O let us quick the horses stick,
+   And cool us with their blood.”
+
+Then little Engel answer made,
+   As on the floor he stood:
+“But coolness small shall we derive
+   From our good coursers’ blood.”
+
+Answered the groom who loved the steeds
+   As dearly as his breath:
+“Ye’d better little Malfred stick,
+   She well deserveth death.”
+
+It was the little Engel,
+   His arms round Malfred twin’d:
+“No death hast thou deserved from us,
+   And none from us shalt find.
+
+“My little Malfred, do thou hear
+   What I now say to thee;
+If a son this year thou chance to bear,
+   That son name after me.”
+
+They placed her on a buckler,
+   They placed their spears below,
+And through the window lifted her
+   With hearts so full of woe.
+
+It was the little Malfred round
+   The church goes staggering now,
+Scorched were her scarlet robes, and scorched
+   The ringlets on her brow.
+
+It was the little Malfred fell
+   Upon her white bare knee:
+“O may I bear a son this year,
+   The avenger of this to be.”
+
+So they the little Malfred took
+   And in a mantle roll’d,
+And sorrowfully lifted her
+   Upon a courser bold.
+
+Outspake the little Malfred when
+   She reached the verdant plain:
+“Burnt is our Lady’s house this day,
+   And burnt so bold a swain.
+
+“Burnt is our Lady’s house, and burnt
+   Therein so brave a swain;
+His equal till the day of doom
+   We ne’er shall see again.”
+
+It happened in the autumn tide,
+   The autumn of that year,
+That she within her secret bower,
+   A beauteous boy did bear.
+
+To the holy Kirk they carried him,
+   They christened him at night;
+They called him little Engel, and
+   Concealed him whilst they might.
+
+They fostered him for winter one,
+   And so on, till he grew
+The fairest knight beneath the sun
+   That you did ever view.
+
+So well he grew and throve until
+   Seven years had passed away:
+“Thy uncle slew thy sire, my boy,
+   For the first time, that I say.”
+
+Still with his mother he remained
+   Till five more years were sped:
+“Thy uncle slew thy father, boy,”
+   He heard most often said.
+
+“Now do thou hear, my mother dear,
+   Who sittest clad in pall;
+Up under Oe I’ll riding go,
+   And serve in the Monarch’s hall.”
+
+“Yes, ride thee hence to Court, and there
+   To win thee honor try;
+Forget not who thy father slew,
+   For the last time I cry.”
+
+He served so long at court that he
+   His friend the Dane King made;
+With heavy heart he’d sit apart
+   Whilst others laugh’d and play’d.
+
+The Danish King observed at last
+   He grieved at seasons all:
+“Now hear, good youth, I’d know forsooth
+   Why thou art sorrow’s thrall.
+
+“Thou grievest like the little bird
+   The greenwood bough upon;
+Thou seemest like the lonely wight
+   Whose friends are dead and gone.”
+
+“Now do thou hear, thou King of the Danes,
+   With grief I down am weigh’d;
+My uncle slew my sire of old,
+   And no atonement made.”
+
+“If thou wilt up of the country ride,
+   And well avenge that deed,
+As many of my men to thee
+   I’ll lend, as thou shalt need.
+
+“If thou’lt avenge thy father’s death,
+   Thou shalt have fitting aid;
+Three hundred of my men to thee
+   I’ll lend, in steel array’d.”
+
+It was the little Engel, he
+   Rides in the greenwood shade;
+He marshals there his good men all,
+   And sets him at their head.
+
+In haste came in the little footboy,
+   And stood before the table;
+He was I ween a clever lad,
+   And well to speak was able.
+
+“Now hear, Sir Godey Loumand, hear,
+   Arise and straight begone;
+Little Engel’s coming with his troop
+   By four ways to the town.
+
+“Little Engel’s coming with his troop,
+   And he’ll be on us soon;
+And wroth is he, as wroth can be,
+   His war-lance scrapes the moon.”
+
+“At Stevn and Ting, my boy, I’ve been,
+   And wherever people mingle;
+But ne’er, I swear, have I been where
+   I’ve heard of little Engel.”
+
+It was Godey Sir Loumand,
+   He stroked the page’s cheek;
+“If thou canst give any good advice,
+   My pretty footboy, speak.”
+
+“If I can give any good advice
+   Most certainly I will;
+In your stone bower yourself immure
+   From the approaching ill.
+
+“The walls they are of marble stone,
+   The doors they are of lead;
+’Twill wondrous be, my lord, if we
+   Therein are prisoners made.”
+
+It was the little Engel, he
+   Halted a while to gaze:
+“O there doth lie the Kirk, where died
+   My sire in smoke and blaze.
+
+“And there doth stand the castle, where
+   My uncle doth reside;
+The amends that he shall pay this day
+   The Lord in heaven decide.”
+
+By four ways they the bower beset,
+   And for admission call:
+The little Engel, sprightly elf,
+   Was foremost of them all.
+
+It was Godey Sir Loumand, through
+   The casement out looked he:
+“Now hark, ye knaves, bid your captain tell
+   Why ye bawl so furiously?”
+
+Then answered little Engel straight
+   Beneath his mantle ruddy:
+“Engel he’s stiled, your sister’s child,
+   And I am he, Sir Godey.”
+
+Then answered Godey Sir Loumand, he
+   Was surely wroth thereat:
+“Ride hence, and boast not of thy birth,
+   Thou art a bastard brat.”
+
+“And though a bastard brat I be,
+   My fortune’s not the worse;
+Enough I hold of silver and gold,
+   And ride on a gallant horse.
+
+“And if a bastard brat I be,
+   Thou mad’st me that I trow;
+But still I’ve towers, and pleasant bowers,
+   And of green woods enow.
+
+“My sire thou slew’st, and no amends
+   To me didst ever make;
+Now scoff thou hast upon me cast,
+   For which thy life I’ll take.
+
+“Bring gold, my merry men, and that
+   Before the threshold lay;
+We’ll burn the bower this very hour,
+   We well for it can pay.”
+
+’Twas hot within the foreroom when
+   The fire began to roar;
+But hotter in the stone bower, when
+   The lead began to pour.
+
+It was the little Engel, he
+   His courser never turned
+To ride away from the castelaye
+   Before the bower was burned.
+
+Away at last he rode, and waved
+   His hand in exultation,
+Upon espying his uncle lying
+   Amidst the conflagration.
+
+Said little Engel, when he saw
+   His uncle’s body shrink:
+“Now thou hast quaffed the self same draught
+   Thou mad’st my father drink.”
+
+It was the little Engel, rode
+   Home to his mother’s hall;
+Before it stood his mother good,
+   So fair arrayed in pall.
+
+“Here dost thou stand, my mother dear,
+   Arrayed in robes of pall;
+I’ve ridden up the land, and well
+   Avenged my father’s fall.”
+
+It was the fair Dame Malfred, wrung
+   Her hands and wept amain:
+“I’d but one care before to bear,
+   And now, alas, have twain!”
+
+“Dear mother, thou wouldst have it so,
+   Now thee in tears I find,
+When duteously thy will I’ve done:
+   How strange is woman’s mind!”
+
+He turned his steed and rode away,
+   His face with anger red;
+With dishevelled hair, the Dame stood there,
+   Such woeful tears she shed.
+
+The little Engel hied him to
+   The King his master’s court;
+Abroad the Dane King stood, and hailed
+   The youth in kindest sort.
+
+Into the hall Sir Engel then
+   With the good monarch went:
+“My choicest thanks, thou noble King,
+   For thy brave warriors lent.
+
+“Now I’ve avenged my father’s death,
+   Burnt is Sir Godey’s bower;
+And he therein has found a tomb,
+   Who slew my sire of yore.”
+
+
+
+
+AN ELEGY.
+
+
+Where shall I rest my hapless head,
+   Heavy with grief? how plenteously
+Must I the briny torrents shed—
+   _Alack and woe is me_!
+
+Our chief is gone, at last, at last,
+   The safeguard of our nation he;
+The glory of our age is past—
+   _Alack and woe is me_!
+
+Unto the swords, O father dear,
+   Of foemen thirsting horribly
+For blood, why leave thy children here?
+   _Alack and woe is me_!
+
+Of justice is the fountain dried,
+   And mute the law’s high symphony;
+Fallen is Europa’s brightest pride—
+   _Alack and woe is me_.
+
+There is a change of times and things
+   That passeth on eternally.
+Decreed by Him, the King of Kings—
+   _’Tis right_—_but woe is me_!
+
+Now is the earth with violets gay,
+   And flowers manifold to see;
+Now frozen ’neath the winter’s sway—
+   _How brief the roses be_!
+
+Now shews the sun his head of gold
+   With a superior brilliancy;
+Now hides as were he dead and cold—
+   _Alack and woe is me_.
+
+O father! I will lave thy tomb
+   With tear-drops well becoming me;
+Thy tomb with flowery herbs perfume—
+   _How brief the roses be_!
+
+
+
+
+EPIGRAMS.
+_From the Persian_.
+
+
+1.
+
+
+Hear what once the pigmy clever
+   To the stupid giant said:
+Things are not of highest value
+   Which do highest rear their head;
+The sluggish horse is nothing better
+   Than the donkey lowest bred.
+
+
+
+2.
+
+
+The man who of his words is sparing
+   His strength and weakness hidden keeps;
+Think not every thicket empty,
+   Perchance in one a tiger sleeps.
+
+
+
+3.
+
+
+If thou would’st ruin ’scape, and blackest woe,
+   Unto these words, these precious words attend:
+Never be heedless of a mortal foe,
+   Nor choose a proud and envious man for friend.
+
+
+
+4.
+
+
+Sit down with your friends in delightful repose
+   When war and contention you see ’midst your foes;
+But when to an end their contentions they bring,
+   Then, then seize the bow, and get ready the sling.
+
+
+
+5.
+
+
+The hungry hound upon the bone will pounce
+   He prowling finds, and not mistrustful pass;
+He asks not whom it did belong to once,
+   The prophet’s camel or the sinner’s ass.
+
+
+
+6.
+
+
+Great Aaroun is dead, and is nothing, the man
+   Who left forty castles replete with gold store;
+But living though dead is the great Nourshwan,
+   In the good name he left he has death triumphed o’er.
+
+
+
+7.
+
+
+Though God provides our daily bread,
+   Yet all must seek that bread I ween;
+Though all must die, there is no need
+   To rush the dragon’s jaws between.
+
+
+
+8.
+THE KING AND HIS FOLLOWERS.
+
+
+If in the boor’s garden the King eats a pear,
+His servants rapacious the tree will uptear;
+For every five eggs he gives bounteously, more
+Than five hundred fowls will his armies devour.
+
+
+
+9.
+THE DEVOUT MAN AND THE TYRANT.
+
+
+If the half of a loaf the devout man receives,
+The half of that half to the wretched he gives;
+But no sooner a tyrant one kingdom has ta’en,
+Than the wish of his heart is another to gain.
+
+
+
+10.
+THE CAT AND THE BEGGAR.
+
+
+If a cat could the power of flying enjoy,
+She all the world’s sparrows would quickly destroy;
+If power in the hands of a beggar you place,
+No mercy he’ll show to the beggarly race.
+
+
+
+11.
+THE KING AND TAYLOR.
+
+
+The taylor who travels in far foreign lands,
+Can always get bread by the work of his hands;
+But the King who from throne and from country has fled,
+Must oft without supper go sighing to bed.
+
+
+
+12.
+GOLD COIN AND STAMPED LEATHER.
+
+
+Of the children of wisdom how like is the face
+To pure gold that’s accepted in every place;
+But the ignorant great are much like leather cash,
+At home which though current, abroad is but trash.
+
+
+
+13.
+
+
+So much like a friend with your foe ever deal,
+That you never need dread the least scratch from his steel;
+But ne’er with your friend deal so much like a foe,
+That you ever must dread from his faulchion a blow.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                                 LONDON:
+               Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
+
+                   _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email
+ccx074@pglaf.org
+
+
+
+
+
+                             THE NIGHTINGALE
+                          THE VALKYRIE AND RAVEN
+                            AND OTHER BALLADS
+
+
+                                    BY
+                              GEORGE BORROW
+
+                                 LONDON:
+                     PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION
+
+                                   1913
+
+               _Copyright in the United States of America_
+          _by Houghton_, _Mifflin and Co. for Clement Shorter_.
+
+
+
+
+THE NIGHTINGALE, OR THE TRANSFORMED DAMSEL
+
+
+I know where stands a Castellaye,
+   Its turrets are so fairly gilt;
+With silver are its gates inlaid,
+   Its walls of marble stone are built.
+
+Within it stands a linden tree,
+   With lovely leaves its boughs are hung,
+Therein doth dwell a nightingale,
+   And sweetly moves that bird its tongue.
+
+A gallant knight came riding by,
+   He heard its dulcet ditty ring;
+And sorely, sorely, wondered he
+   At midnight hour that it should sing.
+
+"And hear, thou little Nightingale,
+   If thou to me wilt sing a lay,
+Thy feathers I'll with gold bedeck,
+   Thy neck with costly pearls array."
+
+"With golden feathers others lure,
+   Such gifts for me have value slight;
+I am a strange and lonely bird,
+   But little known to mortal wight."
+
+"And thou, a strange wild bird thou be,
+   Whom other mortals little know;
+Yet hunger pinches thee, and cold,
+   When falls the cruel winter snow."
+
+"I laugh at hunger, laugh at snow,
+   Which falls so wide on hill and lea;
+But I am vexed by secret care,
+   I know not either joy or glee.
+
+"Betwixt the hills and valleys deep
+   Away the rapid rivers flow;
+But ah! remembrance of true love
+   From out the mind will never go.
+
+"O I had once a handsome love,
+   A famous knight of valour he;
+But ah! my step-dame all o'erturn'd,
+   She vowed our marriage ne'er should be.
+
+"She changed me to a Nightingale,
+   Bade me around the world to fly;
+My Brother she changed to a wolf so gray,
+   Bade him into the forest hie.
+
+"She told him, as the wood he sought,
+   That he should win his shape no more,
+'Till he had drunk her heart's blood out,
+   And that befell when years were o'er.
+
+"It happened on a summer tide,
+   Amidst the wood she wandered gay,
+My brother saw and watched her close,
+   From 'neath the bushes where he lay.
+
+"He seized her quickly by the foot,
+   All with his laidly wolfish claw;
+Tore out her heart, and drank her blood,
+   And thus released himself he saw.
+
+"Yet I am still a little bird,
+   And o'er the verdant meads I fly;
+So sorrowful I pass my life,
+   But mostly 'neath the winter's sky.
+
+"But God be thanked, he me has waked,
+   And speech from him my tongue has won;
+For fifteen years I have not spoke
+   As I with thee, Sir Knight, have done.
+
+"But ever with a mournful voice,
+   Have sung the green wood bough upon;
+And had no better dwelling place
+   Than gloomy forests, sad and lone."
+
+"Now hear, thou little Nightingale,
+   This simple thing would I propose,
+In winter sit within my bower,
+   And hie thee forth when summer blows."
+
+"O many thanks, thou handsome knight
+   Thy offer would I accept full fane;
+But ah, my step-dame that forbade
+   Whilst still in feather I remain."
+
+The Nightingale sat musing deep,
+   Unto the knight she paid no heed,
+Until he seized her by the foot,
+   For God I ween had so decreed.
+
+He carried her to his chamber in,
+   The doors and windows fast he made;
+Then changed she to the strangest beasts
+   That ever mortal eye survey'd.
+
+A lion now, and now a bear,
+   And now a coil of hissing snakes;
+At last a Dragon she became,
+   And furious she the knight attacks.
+
+He cut her with a little knife,
+   So that her blood did stain the floor;
+Then straight before his eye there stood
+   A Damsel bright as any flower.
+
+"Now, Damsel fair, I've rescued thee
+   From thraldom drear and secret care;
+Now tell me of thy ancestry,
+   Thy parents and thy race declare."
+
+"My father he was England's King,
+   My mother was his lovely Queen;
+My brother once a grey wolf was,
+   And trotted o'er the wold so green."
+
+"If England's King thy father was,
+   And thy dear mother England's Queen,
+Thou art my sister's daughter then,
+   Who long a Nightingale has been."
+
+O there was joy throughout the land,
+   And all the court was filled with glee;
+The Knight has caught the Nightingale,
+   That dwelt within the linden tree.
+
+
+
+
+THE VALKYRIE AND RAVEN
+
+
+Ye men wearing bracelets
+   Be mute whilst I sing
+Of Harald the hero--
+   High Norroway's king;
+I'll duly declare
+   A discourse which I heard,
+Betwixt a bright maiden
+   And black raven bird.
+
+The Valkyrie's vext
+   No war-field to find;
+The speech she knew well
+   Of the wild feather'd kind,
+And thus she bespake him
+   Who bears the brown bill,
+So proud as he perch'd on
+   The peak of the hill.
+
+"What do you here, ravens,
+   And whence come ye, say,
+Your heads turn'd direct to
+   The dying sun's ray?
+Bits of flesh hold your claws--
+   There's blood flowing free
+From your beaks, surely nigh
+   Dead bodies there be."
+
+Then wiping his beak,
+   Bloody red, on the rock,
+The eagle's sworn brother
+   Thus answer'd and spoke:
+"Harald we've follow'd,
+   Of Halfdan the son,
+Ever since from the egg
+   That we egress have won."
+
+"Then ye know, bird, the king,
+   Whose keep is in Kvine,
+The young king--the Norse king--
+   Whose keels cut the brine;
+Red-rimm'd are his bucklers,
+   Betarr'd are his oars--
+His sails are all bleach'd
+   With the sea-spray and showers."
+
+"Abroad will drink Yule,
+   The young king, and will try
+To wake up, O maiden,
+   The wild game of Frey,
+Of the warmth of the hearth
+   He weary is grown;
+He loathes the close chamber
+   And cushions of down.
+
+"Heard ye not the hard fight
+   Near Hafirsfirth beach,
+'Twixt the king of high kindred
+   And Kotva the rich?
+Sail'd ships from the East
+   Prepared for war stern;
+Their dragon heads gaped,
+   Their gilded sides burn.
+
+"They were fill'd with proud freemen
+   Well furnish'd with shields,
+And the very best weapons
+   The western land yields;
+Grimly the Baresarkers
+   Grinn'd, biting steel,--
+Howl'd the wolf-heathens
+   War madness they feel.
+
+"They moved 'gainst the monarch
+   Whose might makes them pine,
+'Gainst the king--the Norse king--
+   Who keeps court at Utstein;
+Flinch'd the king's bark at first,
+   For they ply'd her right well--
+There was hammering on helmets
+   Ere Haklangr fell.
+
+"Left the land to the lad
+   With the locks long and full,
+Rich Kotva, the lord,
+   Thick of neck, like the bull;
+'Neath the thwarts themselves threw,
+   They who'd wounds, in despair,
+Their heads to the keel
+   And their heels to the air.
+
+"On their shoulders their shields,
+   Such as Swafni's roof form,
+Flinging swift as a fence
+   From the fierce stony storm;
+The yeomen affrighted
+   From Hafirsfirth speed,
+And arrived at their homes
+   They call hoarsely for mead.
+
+"The slain strew the strand
+   To the very great joy
+Of ourselves and of Odin,
+   The chief of one eye."
+
+                               _Valkyrie_.
+
+"Of his wars and his prowess
+   With wonder I've heard;
+Now speak of his wives
+   And his women, O bird!"
+
+                                 _Raven_.
+
+"He had damsels from Holmygg
+   And Hordaland, too;
+And damsels from Hedemark
+   Dainty of hue;
+But he sent them with gifts
+   To their countries again,
+When he wedded Ranhilda
+   The beautiful Dane."
+
+                               _Valkyrie_.
+
+"I warrant he's bounteous!
+   And well doth reward
+The warriors and gallants
+   His kingdom who guard."
+
+                                 _Raven_.
+
+"O, yes, he is bounteous!
+   And bravely they fare
+Who in Harald's dominions
+   Hew food for the bear;
+With coin he presents them,
+   And keen polish'd glaives,
+With mail from Hungaria
+   And Osterland slaves."
+
+"O happy lives have they
+   Who help him in war,
+Can run to the mast-head
+   Or manage the oar;
+Make the row-locks to creak,
+   And the row-bench to crack,
+And in their lord's service
+   Are never found slack."
+
+                               _Valkyrie_.
+
+"Of the Skalds now I'll ask thee,
+   The sons of the strain,
+By whom deathless honor
+   He hopes to obtain;
+I doubt not, O Raven,
+   That thou knowest well
+The workers of verse
+   Who at Harald's court dwell."
+
+                                 _Raven_.
+
+"By their gallant array,
+   By the armlets they bear
+All of gold, you may learn
+   To their lord they are dear;
+Ruddy kirtles they have
+   That are laced at the skirts,
+Swords silver inlaid,
+   And steely mail shirts:
+All gilded their hilts,
+   Their helmets all graven;
+Gold rings on their hands."
+
+                               _Valkyrie_.
+
+   "Now read me, O Raven,
+Of the Baresarkers--how
+   Do ye style them who wade
+In blood ankle-deep
+   By no danger dismay'd?"
+
+                                 _Raven_.
+
+"Wolf-heathens they hight,
+   To the thick of the fray
+Ruddy shields who do bear,
+   And with swords clear away;
+None but those who know nought
+   Of terror can stand
+When stout and strong men
+   Shiver buckler with brand."
+
+                               _Valkyrie_.
+
+"Of jesting and game
+   Our discourse shall be brief;
+What does Andadr do,
+   Harald's jester in chief?"
+
+                                 _Raven_.
+
+"Fun Andadr loves;
+   He makes faces and sneers,
+And the monarch doth laugh
+   At the loon without ears.
+There are others who bear
+   Burning brands from the fire
+Stick a torch 'neath their belt,
+   Yet ne'er singe their attire;
+Some that dance on their heels,
+   Or that tumble and spring--
+O 'tis gay in the hall
+   Of high Harald the king!"
+
+
+
+
+ERIK EMUN AND SIR PLOG
+
+
+Early at morn the lark sang gay--
+   (_All underneath so green a hill_)
+Sir Carl by his bed put on his array--
+   (_The Danish King will 'venge his fill_).
+
+He drew on his shirt as white as milk,
+Then his doublet foisted with verdant silk.
+
+His legs in his buckskin boots he placed,
+And around them his gilded spurs he braced.
+
+His gilded spurs there around he braced,
+And away to the Ting he rode in haste.
+
+Sir Carl he galloped along the way,
+Such wondrous things he proved that day.
+
+Sir Carl he galloped up to the Ting,
+The crowd before him scattering.
+
+To warriors nine the Dane-king cries:
+"Bind ye Sir Carl before my eyes."
+
+Up then amain the nine warriors rise,
+They bound Sir Carl 'fore their sovereign's eyes.
+
+And out from the town Sir Carl they convey'd,
+And upon a new wheel his body laid.
+
+To Sir Plog then quickly a messenger came:
+"The Dane-king has broken thy brother's frame."
+
+Sir Plog he sprang o'er the wide, wide board,
+But returned in answer no single word.
+
+In his buckskin boots his shanks he cased
+And around his gilded spurs he braced.
+
+His gilded spurs there around he tied,
+And away to the Ting the noble hied.
+
+And fast and furious was his course,
+So leapt and bounded his gallant horse.
+
+Up, up to the Ting Sir Plog he goes,
+And up to receive him the Dane-king rose.
+
+"If I had been earlier here to-day,
+Then things had turned out in a better way.
+
+"My brother is wheeled though he did no wrong,
+That deed, Dane-king, thou shalt rue ere long.
+
+"If four hours sooner I had but come,
+My brother, for certain, had followed me home.
+
+"Deprived of his life doth my brother lie,
+Dane-king, thou hast lost thine honour thereby."
+
+The Dane-king so fitting an answer returned:
+"Thy brother full richly his death had earned.
+
+"When the great with sword can oppress the mean
+The law is not worth a rotten bean."
+
+"My brother, Sir King, was good and bold,
+I could have redeemed him with silver and gold."
+
+"Thy silver and gold I hold at nought,
+The law shall have the course it ought.
+
+"And since thou so long on this matter doth prate,
+Thou shalt suffer the very same fate."
+
+To warriors nine the Dane-king cries:
+"Bind ye Sir Plog before my eyes."
+
+"If a truly brave man, Dane-king, thou be,
+Do thou thyself bind and fetter me."
+
+The King off his hands the little gloves took,
+Sir Plog his spear with vehemence shook.
+
+He first slew four, then five he slew,
+And the Dane-king himself with his warriors true.
+
+When all the King's men he dead had laid,
+His gallant brother he home convey'd.
+
+To Ribe the royal corse they bear,
+Where it rests 'neath a tomb of marble fair.
+
+But Sir Plog he went to a foreign shore,
+No word they heard of him evermore.
+
+
+
+
+THE ELVES
+
+
+_Take heed_, _good people_, _of yourselves_;
+_And oh_! _beware ye of the elves_.
+
+Once a peasant young and gay
+Was in his meadow cutting hay,
+There came a lovely looking lass
+From out the neighbouring morass.
+The lass he woo'd, her promise won,
+And soon the bridal day came on.
+But when the pair had got to bed,
+The bridegroom found, with fear and dread,
+That he a rough oak stump embrac'd,
+Instead of woman's lovely waist.
+Then, to increase his fear and wonder,
+There sang a voice his window under:
+
+"Come out to her whom thou didst wed,
+Upon my mead the bed is spread."
+From that wild lay the peasant knew
+He with a fay had had to do.
+
+_Take heed_, _good people_, _of yourselves_;
+_And oh_! _beware ye of the elves_.
+
+
+
+
+FERIDUN
+
+
+No face of an Angel could Feridun claim,
+Nor of musk nor of amber I ween was his frame;
+In bright generosity beauteous was he,
+Be generous like him and as fair thou shalt be.
+
+
+
+
+EPIGRAMS
+
+
+1.
+
+
+A worthless thing is song, I trow,
+From out the heart which does not flow;
+But song from out no heart will flow
+Which does not feel of love the glow.
+
+
+
+2.
+
+
+Though pedants have essayed to hammer
+Into our heads the points of grammar;
+We're oft obliged to set at nought
+The different force of _should_ and _ought_;
+And oft are sorely puzzled whether
+We should make use of _both_ or _either_.
+
+
+
+3.
+
+
+When of yourself you have cause to speak
+Always make yourself broad and tall;
+Envy attacks you if you are great,
+But thorough contempt attends the small.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                                 LONDON:
+               Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
+
+                   _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email
+ccx074@pglaf.org.  Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library,
+UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was
+made.
+
+
+
+
+
+                                   THE
+                            RETURN OF THE DEAD
+                            AND OTHER BALLADS
+
+
+                                    BY
+                              GEORGE BORROW
+
+                                 LONDON:
+                     PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION
+                                   1913
+
+
+
+
+THE RETURN OF THE DEAD
+
+
+Swayne Dyring o'er to the island strayed;
+   _And were I only young again_!
+He wedded there a lovely maid--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+Together they lived seven years and more;
+   _And were I only young again_!
+And seven fair babes to him she bore--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+Then death arrived in luckless hour;
+   _And were I only young again_!
+Then died the lovely lily flower--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+The Swayne he has crossed the salt sea way,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+And he has wedded another may--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+And he that may to his home has brought;
+   _And were I only young again_!
+But peevish was she, and with malice fraught--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+And when she came to the castle gate,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+The seven children beside it wait--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+The children stood in sorrowful mood,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+She spurned them away with her foot so rude--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+Nor bread nor meat will she bestow;
+   _And were I only young again_!
+Said "Hate ye shall have and the hunger throe"--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+She took away the bolsters blue;
+   _And were I only young again_!
+"Bare straw will serve for the like of you"--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+Away she's ta'en the big wax light;
+   _And were I only young again_!
+Said she "Ye shall lie in the murky night"--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+The babies at night with hunger weep;
+   _And were I only young again_!
+The woman heard that in the grave so deep--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+To God's high throne such haste she made;
+   _And were I only young again_!
+"O I must go to my babies' aid"--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+She begged so loud, and she begged so long,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+That at length consent from her God she wrung--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+"But thou must return when the cock shall crow,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+"No longer tarry must thou below"--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+Then up she struck with her stark thigh bone,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+And burst through wall and marble stone--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+And when to the dwelling she drew nigh,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+The hounds they yelled to the clouds so high--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+And when to the castle gate she won,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+Her eldest daughter stood there alone--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+"Hail daughter mine, what dost thou here?
+   _And were I only young again_!
+How fare thy brothers and sisters dear?"--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+"O dame thou art no mother of mine,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+For she was a lady fair and fine--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+"A lady fine with cheeks so red,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+But thou art pale as the sheeted dead"--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+"O how should I be fine and sleek?
+   _And were I only young again_!
+How else than pale should be my cheek?--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+"And how should I be white and red?
+   _And were I only young again_!
+Beneath the mould I've long been dead"--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+And when she entered the high, high hall,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+Drowned with tears stood the babies all--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+The one she combed, the other she brushed,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+The third she dandled, the fourth she hushed--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+The fifth upon her breast she plac'd,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+And allowed the babe of the breast to taste--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+To her eldest daughter she turned her eye;
+   _And were I only young again_!
+"Go call Swayne Dyring instantly"--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+And when Swayne Dyring before her stood,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+She spake to him thus in wrathful mood--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+"I left behind both ale and bread;
+   _And were I only young again_!
+My children with hunger are nearly dead--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+"I left behind me bolsters blue;
+   _And were I only young again_!
+Upon bare straw my babes I view--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+"I left behind the big wax light;
+   _And were I only young again_!
+My children lie in the murk at night--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+"If again I'm forced to seek thee here,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+Befall thee shall a fate so drear--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+"But hark! the ruddy cock has crow'd,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+The dead must return to their abode--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+"I hear, I hear the black cock crow;
+   _And were I only young again_!
+The gates of heaven are opening now--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+The white cock claps his wings so wide,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+No longer here I dare to bide"--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+Each time the dogs began to yell,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+They gave the children bread and ale--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+As soon as they heard of the hounds the cry,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+They feared the ghost was drawing nigh--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+Whene'er the dogs were heard to rave,
+   _And were I only young again_!
+They feared the woman had left her grave--
+   _To honied words we list so fain_.
+
+
+
+
+THE TRANSFORMED DAMSEL
+
+
+I take my axe upon my back,
+   To fell the tree I mean;
+Then came the man the wood who owned,
+   And thrust his heft between.
+
+"If thou hew down my father's grove,
+   And me this damage do,
+If I but see thee fell the tree
+   Thou dearly that shalt rue."
+
+"O let me hew this single tree,
+   Nor to resist me seek;
+Unless I yonder bird obtain
+   With grief my heart will break."
+
+"Now list thou fair and gallant swain,
+   To me incline thine ear!
+Thou ne'er wilt yonder bird obtain
+   Unless some bait thou bear."
+
+From off my breast the bait I cut,
+   And hung it on the bough:
+The breast it bled, the bait it reeked,
+   Mine is the birdie now.
+
+Down flew the lovely little bird,
+   Fluttering its wings o'erjoyed;
+It seemed to smile as if the guile
+   It knew that I employed.
+
+It clawed and picked so hastily,
+   So well did smack the bait;
+And still the more it seemed to please
+   The more the birdie ate.
+
+Down flew the lovely little bird,
+   Alighting on the sand;
+The loveliest damsel she became,
+   And gave the youth her hand.
+
+
+
+
+THE FORCED CONSENT
+
+
+Within her own fair castelaye
+   There goes a damsel bright;
+A whole year's tide for her has sighed
+   A young and handsome knight.
+
+"Now do thou hear, thou beauteous maid,
+   Could I thy troth obtain,
+Then thou shouldst tread on silk outspread,
+   And ne'er on the earth again.
+
+And do thou hear, my lovely maid,
+   My wedded lady be,
+And the slightest care thou shalt not bear
+   If I can save it thee."
+
+"I've vowed an oath to Mary maid,
+   And to keep it is my plan;
+Ne'er live will I beneath the sky
+   With any sinful man.
+
+"Here with my seven brothers bold
+   To-morrow I will come;
+Yourself array in costly way,
+   For you must follow us home."
+
+It was the young and handsome knight,
+   He out of the doorway springs;
+And he in haste the Runes has traced,
+   And them on her lap she flings.
+
+And so he cast the magic Rune
+   The maiden's dress below;
+Then beat her heart, and blood did start
+   From her finger nails I trow.
+
+"If thou with thy seven brothers bold
+   To-morrow here wilt come,
+Myself I'll array in costly way
+   And follow ye to your home."
+
+The very next morn, the very next morn,
+   When rose the sun in gold,
+Full three times ten bold knightly men
+   Were waiting on the wold.
+
+Full three times ten bold knightly men,
+   On a bonny grey steed each one;
+With silk so white was the courser dight
+   Which the maid should ride upon.
+
+But what think ye that maiden did
+   Ere mounting on her horse?
+A draught she drank of poison rank,
+   Thought death her wisest course.
+
+Through the shallow streams they dashed their steeds,
+   Through the deep their steeds they swam;
+And ever and anon the maid would groan,
+   "How dreadfully ill I am."
+
+And when they came to the house of the knight,
+   Where the bridal kept should be;
+Spread out on the earth was silk of worth,
+   And gold so red of blee.
+
+"Now thou may'st see, my lady love,
+   That I my promise hold;
+Now thou dost tread on silk outspread,
+   And not on the earth so cold."
+
+"There's spread enough of the silken stuff,
+   And plenty of gold is strown;
+But better I ween in heaven sheen
+   With our Father God to wone."
+
+Then they led her to the high, high hall,
+   And in scarlet her array'd;
+But their joy was brief, soon came their grief,
+   She died alack a maid!
+
+Thanks be to him the youthful knight,
+   No truer e'er was seen;
+He built her a grave in the church, and gave
+   The churchmen farms fifteen.
+
+Then as he stood by the maiden's grave,
+   The gallant young noble cried:
+"O would to God beneath the sod
+   I were lying by her side!"
+
+
+
+
+INGEBORG'S DISGUISE
+
+
+Such handsome court clothes the proud Ingeborg buys,
+Says she "I'll myself as a courtier disguise."
+
+Proud Ingeborg hastens her steed to bestride,
+Says she "I'll away with the King to reside."
+
+"Thou gallant young King to my speech lend an ear,
+Hast thou any need of my services here?"
+
+"O yes, my sweet lad, of a horseboy I've need,
+If there were but stable room here for his steed.
+
+"But thy steed in the stall with my own can be tied,
+And thou 'neath the linen shalt sleep by my side."
+
+Three years in the palace good service she wrought,
+That she was a woman no one ever thought.
+
+She filled for three years of a horse-boy the place,
+And the steeds of the monarch she drove out to graze.
+
+She led for three years the King's steeds to the brook,
+For else than a youth no one Ingeborg took.
+
+Proud Ingeborg knows how to make the dames gay,
+She also can sing in such ravishing way.
+
+The hair on her head is like yellow spun gold,
+To her beauty the heart of the prince was not cold.
+
+But at length up and down in the palace she strayed,
+Her colour and hair began swiftly to fade.
+
+What eye has seen ever so wondrous a case?
+The boy his own spurs to his heel cannot brace.
+
+The horse-boy is brought to so wondrous a plight,
+To draw his own weapon he has not the might.
+
+The son of the King to five damsels now sends,
+And Ingeborg fair to their care he commends.
+
+Proud Ingeborg took they and wrapped in their weed,
+And to the stone chamber with her they proceed.
+
+Upon the blue cushions they Ingeborg laid,
+Where light of two beautiful sons she is made.
+
+Then in came the prince, smiled the babies to view:
+"'Tis not every horse-boy can bear such a two."
+
+He patted her soft on her cheek sleek and fair:
+"Forget my heart's dearest all sorrow and care."
+
+He placed the gold crown on her temples I ween:
+"With me shalt thou live as my wife and my Queen."
+
+
+
+
+SONG
+
+
+I've pleasure not a little
+   A dancing youth to see,
+Nor less--one single tittle--
+   An old man full of glee.
+
+To dance I ever glory
+   With those of youthful mien;
+It shows, although I'm hoary
+   In hair, my mind is green.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                                 LONDON:
+               Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
+                   _Edition limited to Thirty copies_.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email
+ccx074@pglaf.org.  Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library,
+UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was
+made.
+
+
+
+
+
+                              MOLLIE CHARANE
+                            AND OTHER BALLADS
+
+
+                                    BY
+                              GEORGE BORROW
+
+                                 LONDON:
+                     PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION
+                                   1913
+
+               _Copyright in the United States of America_
+           _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_.
+
+
+
+
+MOLLIE CHARANE {5}
+
+
+"O, Mollie Charane, where got you your gold?"
+   Lone, lone you have left me here.
+"O not in the curragh, deep under the mould."
+   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
+
+"O, Mollie Charane, where got you your stock?"
+   Lone, lone you have left me here.
+"O not in the curragh from under a block."
+   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
+
+"O, Mollie Charane, where got you your goods?"
+   Lone, lone you have left me here.
+"O not in the curragh from under two sods."
+   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
+
+Two pair of stockings, and one pair of shoes--
+   Lone, lone you have left me here--
+For twenty-six years old Mollie did use.
+   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
+
+His stockings were white, but his sandals, alack!--
+   Lone, lone you have left me here--
+Were not of one colour, one white, t'other black.
+   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
+
+One sandal was white and t'other dark brown--
+   Lone, lone you have left me here;--
+But he'd two of one colour for kirk and for town.
+   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
+
+"O, father, I really can't walk by your side"--
+   Lone, lone you have left me here--
+"If you go to the church in those sandals of hide."
+   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
+
+"O, daughter, my dear, if my brogues give you pain"--
+   Lone, lone you have left me here--
+"There's that in the coffer will make you look fain."
+   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
+
+A million of curses on Mollie Charane--
+   Lone, lone you have left me here--
+The first who gave tocher to daughter in Man.
+   Lone, lone, and void of cheer.
+
+
+
+
+THE DANES OF YORE
+
+
+Well we know from saga
+   And from scaldic lore,
+That heroic warriors
+   Were the Danes of yore.
+That the noble schildings,
+   And the men they led,
+Oft for Danish honour
+   Stoutly fought and bled.
+
+What a time for Athelings,
+   What a time for thanes!
+What a time for yeomen,
+   True devoted Danes!
+But I'll say with pleasure
+   That, in ancient days,
+Death did not annihilate
+   All that noble race.
+
+Frederic see, exalted
+   On his father's throne,
+Sits a splendid monarch,
+   Brighter never shone.
+Long to him be granted
+   That of Grendel's kin
+He may check the cruel
+   Cursed deeds of sin.
+
+And that long may flourish
+   Round about the King,
+They who love gold treasures
+   All around to fling.
+Lords, the first of heroes,
+   With their trenchant swords;
+Counsellors held in honour,
+   For their golden words.
+
+To the Lord of angels
+   Praise devout I'll sing,
+That from out the grave-hill
+   'Twas my lot to bring
+Golden dishes, goblets,
+   Things of mighty worth,
+Which for thousand winters
+   Lay entombed in earth.
+
+That men in gold smithery
+   Cunning, might from them
+For the grey haired hero
+   Frame a diadem.
+Under which his grey locks
+   Might all glorious shine,
+Whilst the sun, bright flaming,
+   Seeks the western brine.
+
+Until, tired of glory,
+   Such as meets it here,
+Soars the hero's spirit
+   To a higher sphere;
+Where, with souls united
+   Of departed friends,
+'Twill experience glory
+   Such as never ends.
+
+
+
+
+A SURVEY OF DEATH
+
+
+My blood is freezing, my senses reel,
+So horror stricken at heart I feel;
+Thinking how like a fast stream we range
+Nearer and nearer to that dread change,
+When the body becomes so stark and cold,
+And man doth crumble away to mould.
+
+Boast not, proud maid, for the grave doth gape,
+And strangely altered reflects thy shape;
+No dainty charms it doth disclose,
+Death will ravish thy beauty's rose;
+And all the rest will leave to thee
+When dug thy chilly grave shall be.
+
+O, ye who are tripping the floor so light,
+In delicate robes as the lily white,
+Think of the fading funeral wreath,
+The dying struggle, the sweat of death--
+Think on the dismal death array,
+When the pallid corse is consigned to clay!
+
+O, ye who in quest of riches roam,
+Reflect that ashes ye must become;
+And the wealth ye win will brightly shine
+When buried are ye and all your line;
+For your many chests of much loved gold
+You'll nothing obtain but a little mould!
+
+
+
+
+DESIDERABILIA VITAE {13}
+
+
+Give me the haunch of a buck to eat,
+   And to drink Madeira old;
+And a gentle wife to rest with,
+   And in my arms to fold.
+
+An Arabic book to study,
+   A gipsy pony to ride;
+And a house to live in shaded by trees,
+   Near to a river's side.
+
+With such good things around me,
+   And with good health withal,
+Though I should live for a hundred years
+   For death I would not call.
+
+
+
+
+SAINT JACOB
+
+
+Saint Jacob he takes our blest Lord by the hand:
+"I gladly would Christianize Garsia land."
+
+"O how wilt thou bring it within Christian pale?
+No ship hast thou here o'er the salt sea to sail."
+
+"Thy power, O Lord, is so wondrously great,
+Full quickly a ship Thou for me canst create."
+
+"Saint Jacob, hie down to the salt ocean strand,
+There standeth so little a stone by the land."
+
+Saint Jacob he taketh a book in his hand,
+And down he proceeds to the salt ocean strand.
+
+Saint Jacob he made o'er the stone the cross-mark,
+From the land straight it floated, as though 'twere a bark.
+
+It rode o'er the billows so rapid and free,
+Right, right towards Garsia promontoree.
+
+So rapid the stone to glide thither began,
+A hundred miles space in one short hour it ran.
+
+In comes a foot-boy, to the King doffs his bonnet:
+"Here cometh a stone, and a man sits upon it."
+
+A woman rushed in, in her eyes wonder shone:
+"Here cometh a man, and he sits on a stone."
+
+King Garsia taketh his axe in his hand,
+And down he proceeds to the salt ocean strand.
+
+"Now hear thou, Saint Jacob, I say unto thee,
+What hast thou in this land, in this land here with me?"
+
+"Unto thee I am come to this land 'cross the brine,
+Because that my Maker is greater than thine."
+
+"O how can thy Maker be greater than mine?
+Mine drinks every day the brown mead and the wine."
+
+"O then my Creator is greater than thine,
+For mine can the water convert into wine.
+
+"My Maker can turn the black mould into bread,
+Can give life back to them who long, long have been dead."
+
+"If thou canst restore me my dearly loved son,
+I'll trust in thy Maker, and no other one.
+
+"If I again view him, with flesh and hair dight,
+As he fifteen years since disappeared from my sight;
+
+"If I get him again both with hawk and with hound,
+Just, just as he sank in the depths of the sound;
+
+"With hair on his head, and with flesh on his bone,
+As though he the pang of death never had known."
+
+Then the blessed Saint Jacob upon his book pored:
+"'Twill be no easy matter to get him restored."
+
+When he had stood reading a wee little time,
+He raised up the man from hell's sorrowful clime.
+
+"Now again thou hast got him with flesh and hair dight,
+As he fifteen years since disappeared from thy sight.
+
+"Thou hast got him again, both with hawk and with hound,
+Just, just as he sank in the ocean profound.
+
+"With hair on his head, and with flesh on his bone,
+As though he the pang of death never had known."
+
+"Now hear thou, my dear son, so fine and so fair,
+What news from thy journey afar dost thou bear?"
+
+"The news which I bring from the far distant place,
+Is that one little knows of the other's hard case.
+
+"There the woman, who's hated the child of her womb,
+Out of the snake-tower can ne'er hope to come.
+
+"There the cruel step-mother, her child who has slain,
+Goes begirt with a sword fraught with festering bane.
+
+"The merchants who here in heaps money up-rake,
+There hiss in the likeness of serpent and snake.
+
+"The Sysselmen, wretches with hearts hard as stone,
+There in the snake-tower despairingly moan."
+
+
+
+
+THE RENEGADE
+
+
+Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
+   Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
+The pasha on sofa was sitting,
+   Midst his harem's glorious centre.
+
+Greek sang, and Tcherkass, for his pleasure,
+   And Kergoosian captive is dancing;
+In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
+   In the others black Eblis is glancing.
+
+But the pasha's attention is failing,
+   O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
+From chebouk he sleep is inhaling,
+   Whilst around him sweet vapours he dealeth.
+
+What rumour without is there breeding?
+   Ye fair ranks asunder why wend ye?
+Kyslar Aga, a strange captive leading,
+   Cometh forward, and crieth "Efendy."
+
+"Whose face has the power when present
+   'Mong the stars round the divan which muster?
+Who amidst the gems of night's crescent
+   Has the blaze of Aldeboran's lustre?
+
+"Glance nearer, bright star! I have tiding,
+   Glad tiding.  Behold how in duty
+From far Lehistan the wind, gliding,
+   Has brought this fresh tribute of beauty.
+
+"In the padishaw's garden there bloometh
+   In proud Istambul no such blossom;
+From the wintry regions she cometh,
+   Whose memory so lives in thy bosom."
+
+Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
+   At her beauty all wonder intensely;
+One moment the pasha surveyed her,
+   Then, dropping his chebouk, without sense lay.
+
+His turban has fallen from his forehead,
+   To assist him the bystanders started.
+His mouth foams, his face blackens horrid,--
+   See, the Renegade's soul has departed!
+
+
+
+
+AN IMPROMPTU
+
+
+And darest thou thyself compare
+   With one who quaffs at Helicon;
+Whose playfellows the Muses are,
+   And whom Apollo calleth son?
+Who, had he lived in olden day,
+   With some fierce host had strode along;
+Like Taillefer to Hasting's fray,
+   Cheering the Normans with his song.
+
+The laurel wreath Apollo gave
+   I would not change for kingly crown;
+A King is but an exalted slave,
+   Rebellion soon may hurl him down.
+But who can force me from the height
+   Whereto I've soared on Eagle's wing?
+I leave to Monarchs ceaseless fright
+   For what the coming day may bring.
+
+Though poor I be, I've Minstrelsy,
+   When fortune frowns I'll strike my lyre;
+Against the world's inclemency
+   'Twill warm my soul with heavenly fire.
+Then wonder not if proud the air
+   Of one who's high Apollo's son;
+Nor henceforth dare thyself compare
+   With one who quaffs at Helicon.
+
+
+
+
+A HYMN
+
+
+O Jesus, Thou Fountain of solace and gladness
+   Of Heaven's high Three second person divine;
+Forgive, O forgive me my blindness and madness,
+   And guide to Thy kingdom this spirit of mine.
+
+   Dearly, O Jesus,
+      Thou boughtest me,
+   Yon Friday dark
+      Upon the tree.
+
+   Thy foes were numerous,
+      Fierce and fell;
+   Few and weak those
+      Who wished Thee well.
+
+   Nigh stood Thy mother,
+      Full of fears,
+   Wringing her hands
+      And bathed in tears.
+
+   Often, O Jesus,
+      Wilfully
+   With my great sins
+      I've tortured Thee.
+
+   Causing Thy wounds
+      To open again,
+   Waking anew
+      The ancient pain.
+
+   All the kindness
+      Thou hast display'd,
+   With black ingratitude
+      I've repaid.
+
+But Jesus, Creator of earth and of ocean,
+   Who me, a vile sinner, so dearly didst buy;
+My damnable ignorance turn to devotion,
+   And guide my poor soul to Thy courts in the sky.
+
+
+
+
+THE TRANSFORMED DAMSEL. {25}
+
+
+My father up of the country rode,
+   A maiden he would wed;
+And a foul witch he married then,
+   If the whole truth be said.
+
+The first night they together slept,
+   She was a mother kind to me;
+But when the second night arrived,
+   A cruel stepmother was she.
+
+I was seated at my father's board
+   With dogs and whelps amused;
+Towards me striding my stepmother came,
+   And cruelly me she used.
+
+She changed me to a little hind,
+   Bade me into the forest wend;
+My seven maids then she changed to wolves,
+   And ordered them my flesh to rend.
+
+But my seven maids would rend me not,
+   So dearly me they loved;
+Then vexed sore my step-dame was,
+   That no worse my fortune proved.
+
+Sir Orm he serves in the King's palace,
+   A Knight is he so fair;
+He sighs for the maiden day and night,
+   But in secret he keeps his care.
+
+Sir Orm he rode from the King's palace,
+   He could enjoy no peace;
+He rode into the good green wood,
+   The hart and hind to chase.
+
+Sir Orm set his bow his knee before,
+   He rode to the hind so near;
+But the hind would not from the sleuth-hounds flee,
+   For the Knight to her was dear.
+
+But the hounds advanced to the hind so near,
+   That the hind was forced to fly;
+She changed herself to a little bird,
+   And flew high up in the sky.
+
+Anon down flew the little bird,
+   Perched a linden bough upon;
+Sir Orm he stood there down below,
+   And sorely did he moan.
+
+Down flew the lovely little bird,
+   And 'gan on the bait to feast,
+Which out of his bosom Sir Orm had cut,
+   So well it pleased her taste.
+
+And then the lovely little bird
+   Dropped down on the yellow sand,
+And she became the fairest damsel,
+   Was ever seen in the land.
+
+The Damsel stood under the linden bough,
+   Freed was she now from thrall;
+Sir Orm he stood so near thereby,
+   They related their sorrows all.
+
+"Many thanks to thee, Sir Orm the bold
+   Thou'st freed me from my woe;
+Except beside my snow-white side
+   Thou sleep shalt nevermoe."
+
+Thanks be to him, Sir Orm the bold
+   He kept his faith so well;
+The Monday morn thereafter
+   His bridal it befell.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                                 LONDON:
+                Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W
+                    _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_
+
+
+
+
+Footnotes:
+
+
+{5}  This ballad is founded on a real character--a miser--who by various
+means acquired a considerable property, and was the first person who ever
+left "tocher," that is fortune, to daughter in Man.  His name was Mollie
+Charane, which words interpreted are "Praise the Lord."  He lived and
+possessed an estate on the curragh, a tract of boggy ground, formerly a
+forest, on the northern side of the island, between the mighty mountains
+of the Snefell range and the sea.
+
+{13}  Previously printed, with a slightly different text, and arranged in
+six lines instead of in three four-line stanzas, in _Lavengro_, 1851,
+Vol. i, p. 306.
+
+{25}  This Ballad should be compared with _The Cruel Step-dame_, printed
+in _The Serpent Knight and Other Ballads_, 1913, pp. 30-33.  Also with
+_The Transformed Damsel_, printed in _The Return of the Dead and Other
+Ballads_, 1913, pp. 13-14.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email
+ccx074@pglaf.org.  Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library,
+UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was
+made.
+
+
+
+
+
+                             THE KING'S WAKE
+                            AND OTHER BALLADS
+
+
+                                    BY
+                              GEORGE BORROW
+
+                                 LONDON:
+                     PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION
+                                   1913
+
+
+
+
+THE KING'S WAKE
+
+
+To-night is the night that the wake they hold,
+To the wake repair both young and old.
+
+Proud Signelil she her mother address'd:
+"May I go watch along with the rest?"
+
+"O what at the wake wouldst do my dear?
+Thou'st neither sister nor brother there.
+
+"Nor brother-in-law to protect thy youth,
+To the wake thou must not go forsooth.
+
+"There be the King and his warriors gay,
+If me thou list thou at home wilt stay."
+
+"But the Queen will be there and her maiden crew,
+Pray let me go, mother, the dance to view."
+
+So long, so long begged the maiden young,
+That at length from her mother consent she wrung.
+
+"Then go, my child, if thou needs must go,
+But thy mother ne'er went to the wake I trow."
+
+Then through the thick forest the maiden went,
+To reach the wake her mind was bent.
+
+When o'er the green meadows she had won,
+The Queen and her maidens to bed were gone.
+
+And when she came to the castle gate
+They were plying the dance at a furious rate.
+
+There danced full many a mail-clad man,
+And the youthful King he led the van.
+
+He stretched forth his hand with an air so free,
+"Wilt dance, thou pretty maid, with me?"
+
+"O, sir, I've come across the wold
+That I with the Queen discourse might hold."
+
+"Come dance," said the King with a courteous smile,
+"The Queen will be here in a little while."
+
+Then forward she stepped like a blushing rose,
+She takes his hand and to dance she goes.
+
+"Hear Signelil what I say to thee,
+A ditty of love sing thou to me."
+
+"A ditty of love I will not, Sir King,
+But as well as I can another I'll sing."
+
+Proud Signil began, a ditty she sang,
+To the ears of the Queen in her bed it rang.
+
+Says the Queen in her chamber as she lay:
+"O which of my maidens doth sing so gay?
+
+"O which of my maidens doth sing so late,
+To bed why followed they me not straight?"
+
+Then answered the Queen the little foot page,
+"'Tis none of thy maidens I'll engage.
+
+"'Tis none I'll engage of the maiden band,
+'Tis Signil proud from the islet's strand."
+
+"O bring my red mantle hither to me,
+For I'll go down this maid to see."
+
+And when they came down to the castle gate
+The dance it moved at so brave a rate.
+
+About and around they danced with glee,
+There stood the Queen and the whole did see.
+
+The Queen she felt so sore aggrieved
+When the King with Signil she perceived.
+
+Sophia the Queen to her maid did sign:
+"Go fetch me hither a horn of wine."
+
+His hand the King stretched forth so free:
+"Wilt thou Sophia my partner be?"
+
+"O I'll not dance with thee, I vow,
+Unless proud Signil pledge me now."
+
+The horn she raised to her lips, athirst,
+The innocent heart in her bosom burst.
+
+There stood King Valdemar pale as clay,
+Stone dead at his feet the maiden lay.
+
+"A fairer maid since I first drew breath
+Ne'er came more guiltless to her death."
+
+For her wept woman and maid so sore,
+To the Church her beauteous corse they bore.
+
+But better with her it would have sped,
+Had she but heard what her mother said.
+
+
+
+
+SWAYNE FELDING
+
+
+Swayne Felding sits at Helsingborg,
+   He tells his deeds with pride;
+Full blythe at heart I ween he was,
+   His faulchion at his side.
+
+He vows that he on pilgrimage
+   To regal Rome will go;
+And many a Danish warrior bold
+   Doth make the self same vow.
+
+So out they rode from Danish land,
+   And only two were they;
+They stopped to rest them in a town,
+   Its name was Hovdingsey.
+
+They stopped to rest in a lofty town,
+   Its name was Hovdingsey;
+They guested with a Damsel proud,
+   A wondrous lovely may.
+
+She placed Swayne highest at the board
+   Amidst a knightly band;
+And then wherefrom they two were come
+   The Damsel did demand.
+
+"Thou art no needy pilgrim, Sir,
+   Who honorest us this eve;
+And that can I by thy small shirt
+   Hooked with red gold perceive.
+
+"O I can plain by thy small shirt
+   With red gold hooked discern,
+Thou art the King of Denmark come
+   To do us a noble turn."
+
+"I am not Denmark's King, fair maid,
+   Nor any thing so high;
+I'm but a needy pilgrim, born
+   Within the Dane country.
+
+"Now list to me thou Damsel fair,
+   List kindly I beseech,
+There's many a child in Denmark born,
+   And with his own luck each."
+
+And there sat she the damsel fair,
+   And the silken seam she sewed;
+For every stitch she sew'd a tear
+   From her eyes of beauty flowed.
+
+"Now do thou hear, my damsel dear,
+   Why dost so sorely grieve?
+If thou declare thy bosom's care
+   Perchance I can relieve."
+
+"Within our land a Giant lives
+   Who waste our land will lay;
+Upon no other food than maids
+   And ladies will he prey.
+
+"Within our country lives a trold
+   From us our land will tear,
+Unless we can procure a man
+   To fight with him will dare.
+
+"But I have heard in all my days
+   That Danemen know no fear;
+No doubt it is to help us now
+   That God has sent one here."
+
+"And had I horse and harness now
+   Well suited to my back,
+Then would I break with him a spear,
+   Proud damsel, for thy sake."
+
+They led three hundred horses forth,
+   Milk white was every one;
+But the first sank down like a messan dog
+   That Swayne laid the saddle on.
+
+They led the Spanish horses forth,
+   Their eyes were very bright;
+Swayne drew the bridle o'er their heads,
+   And straightway they took fright.
+
+It was the brave Swayne Felding then
+   Was sorely sad in mood:
+"O had I but a Danish horse
+   Who had eat of Denmark's food.
+
+"Full fifteen golden rings so good
+   From Denmark I did bring,
+But for a horse of Jutland breed
+   They every one should spring."
+
+Then up came striding a millerman
+   So gaily o'er the wold:
+"O I have got a Danish horse,
+   In Denmark he was foal'd.
+
+"A mottled Danish horse I've got,
+   In Sadbylund was born;
+He bears each time that he goes to mill
+   Full sixty bolls of corn."
+
+"Now hear thou honest millerman,
+   Let me this same horse see,
+For if we both be Daners born
+   We'll beat Italians three."
+
+Then forth was led the miller's horse,
+   He look'd a very Dane;
+High hip, broad chest, the saddle gilt
+   Upon his back laid Swayne.
+
+Away he cast his gloves so small,
+   His hands were white to see;
+And he himself girded the noble horse,
+   The groom ne'er trusted he.
+
+He girded the horse with a saddle girth,
+   He girded him with three;
+The horse he gave a single shake
+   And all broke instantly.
+
+He girded the steed where he was most thick
+   With such tremendous force,
+That the girth did fly into pieces ten,
+   And fell on his knee the horse.
+
+"With fifteen golden rings so good
+   From Denmark out I sped,
+But I with every one would part
+   Got I a good girth instead.
+
+"Send ye a message o'er the mead
+   Unto the beauteous lady,
+And beg her for her champion's steed
+   To get a new girth ready."
+
+Full fifteen were the Damsels proud
+   Who wove the ruddy gold,
+And formed with care a saddle girth
+   Swayne Felding's horse to hold.
+
+The maids of Hammer, the maids of Pommer,
+   And many more maids with heed,
+Wove silk and gold to form a girth
+   For the mottled Danish steed.
+
+The saddle girth was ready and made
+   By the early morning tide;
+'Twas seven ells long, and a quarter thick,
+   And more than five span wide.
+
+But when the horse he girded was
+   So fierce he ramped and reared,
+That there was none of Austria's men
+   But to look upon him feared.
+
+"Now do thou hear thou gallant horse,
+   I think thou'st human wit,
+Before I mount thy back upon
+   I thee will ease a bit.
+
+"Now do thy best, my gallant horse,
+   Who like a buck dost play;
+Here may ye see, ye German knights,
+   Of Danish men the way.
+
+"Now take away the crowned sword,
+   To bear it would break my vow;
+And fetch ye hither a vessel's mast,
+   I'll wield it well I trow."
+
+The first course they together rode
+   The Trold show'd mighty force,
+Their splintered spears a furlong flew,
+   And down fell either horse.
+
+"I would but prove my horse's strength,
+   I call not this a fight;
+But meet me here tomorrow's morn
+   And harder thee I'll smite."
+
+Swayne Felding took the sacrament,
+   And round the churchyard paced;
+Within his acton next his breast
+   The holy host he placed.
+
+"And do thou hear, my Damsel fair,
+   Be never down at heart;
+Either shall he the saddle quit
+   Or his tough neck shall start."
+
+Out of the city followed him
+   Alike both man and dame:
+"O may God grant," the people said,
+   "The Knight his foe may tame!"
+
+"Now hand me not the puny lance
+   Which ye are wont to bear;
+But do ye bring, for me to wield,
+   My native country's spear."
+
+And now the second course they ride
+   Their cheeks with fury red;
+The Devil's neck asunder went,
+   Flew o'er the mead his head.
+
+His head flew into pieces nine,
+   His back asunder burst;
+Swayne hied him to the Damsel's house,
+   There first he quenched his thirst.
+
+Nine stately warriors out there came,
+   Took Swayne from off his steed:
+"Broad lands on thee we will bestow
+   If thou wilt wed the maid."
+
+"O I'm betrothed to one as fair
+   In Ostland realms already;
+For seven tons of ruddy gold
+   I would not prove unsteady.
+
+"But build before your Hovdingsey
+   A house upon the mead,
+And there to Danish pilgrims give
+   Good wine and best of bread."
+
+So Danish pilgrims there they give
+   Good wine and best of bread;
+They pray for brave Swayne Felding's soul,
+   He now has long been dead.
+
+
+
+
+INNOCENCE DEFAMED
+
+
+Misfortune comes to every door,
+   And who can hope to 'scape its might?
+And that can little Kirstine say,
+   And none alas with greater right.
+
+It was the good Sir Peter, he
+   At fall of eve came home from Ting;
+And it was little Kirstine fair,
+   That fell the knight to welcoming.
+
+"Now welcome, welcome home from Ting,
+   Most welcome thou my father dear;
+Whilst thou at Ting this day didst stand
+   Didst any news or tiding hear?"
+
+"Enough of tidings I have heard,
+   To break my heart however sound;
+Thy plighted youth has thee forsworn
+   Because thy name was bandied round.
+
+"Thy plighted youth has thee forsworn,
+   And none can blame the youth I ween;
+For eight long years it seems thou hast
+   A murdress and a harlot been."
+
+"Now do thou hear, my father dear,
+   Such wicked rumours thou shouldst scorn;
+For thus is many a virtuous maid
+   Of fame and honor daily shorn."
+
+"And do thou hear, my daughter dear,
+   Thou shalt confess it to thy sorrow;
+This evening thou shalt gather wood,
+   And burn upon that wood tomorrow."
+
+And so they took the fair Kirstine,
+   And her arrayed in scarlet weed;
+And mournfully they lifted her
+   Upon the grey and lofty steed.
+
+It was little Kirstine fair,
+   She reached at last the verdant wold;
+"Now bless'd be God on high that dwells,
+   My bride-bed yonder I behold.
+
+"So red, red are my bridal sheets,
+   My bridal bolsters are so blue,
+The knights who thus their daughters wed
+   I hope and trust are very few."
+
+And so they took the little Kirstine,
+   And bade her sit a stump upon:
+Then forward stepped her plighted youth,
+   And her yellow hair he has undone.
+
+"Now do thou hear, my plighted maid,
+   I rede thee be of blythesome cheer,
+For thou, I ween, dost here perceive
+   Thy bride-bed and thy funeral bier."
+
+When she had sat a little space
+   No longer there she cared to wait;
+Now stand thou up, Sir Archbishop,
+   And Kirstine's bride-bed consecrate.
+
+The little Kirstine then they took
+   And midst the roaring blazes threw;
+The fire recoiled on every side,
+   So fair and bright she stood to view.
+
+"I thank the God who me has helped,
+   The God who made the earth and sky;
+Now to a cloister I will go,
+   And serve my master till I die."
+
+And thither little Kirstine went,
+   And with her all her maidens fair;
+Her father and her plighted youth,
+   They quickly died of grief and care.
+
+And now within the cloister wall
+   The beauteous little Kirstine goes;
+So joyous o'er her yellow hair
+   The veil so long and black she throws.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                                 LONDON:
+               Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
+                   _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Produced by Gerard Arthus, Meredith Bach, and the Online
+Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE ROYALTY
+OF RADIO AND TELEVISION
+
+A New World of Entertainment
+
+TELEVISION RECEIVER
+
+ZENITH(R)
+
+OPERATING MANUAL
+
+WARRANTY REGISTRATION CARD
+
+CAUTION: DEALER DO NOT REMOVE
+
+This Booklet Contains Customer's Registration Card and Serial Number]
+
+
+
+
+Warranty
+
+
+Zenith Radio Corporation warrants the parts, transistors, and tubes
+(including television picture tubes) in any Zenith black and white
+television receiver or Zenith black and white television combination
+receiver to be free from defects in material arising from normal usage.
+Its obligation under this warranty is limited to replacing, or at its
+option repairing any such parts or transistors or tubes of the receiver
+which, after regular installation and under normal usage and service,
+shall be returned within ninety (90) days (one year in case of
+television picture tubes only) from the date of original consumer
+purchase of the receiver to the authorized dealer from whom the purchase
+was made and which shall be found to have been thus defective in
+accordance with the policies established by Zenith Radio Corporation.
+
+The obligation of Zenith Radio Corporation does not include either the
+making or the furnishing of any labor in connection with the
+installation of such repaired or replacement parts, transistors or tubes
+nor does it include responsibility for any transportation expense.
+
+Zenith Radio Corporation assumes no liability for failure to perform or
+delay in performing its obligations with respect to the above warranty
+if such failure or delay results, directly or indirectly, from any cause
+beyond its control including but not limited to acts of God, acts of
+government, floods, fires, shortage of materials, and labor and/or
+transportation difficulties.
+
+
+CONDITIONS AND EXCLUSIONS
+
+This warranty is expressly in lieu of all other agreements and
+warranties, expressed or implied, and Zenith Radio Corporation does not
+authorize any person to assume for it the obligations contained in this
+warranty and neither assumes nor authorizes any representative or other
+person to assume for it any other liability in connection with such
+Zenith television receiver or parts or tubes or transistors thereof.
+
+The warranty herein extends only to the original consumer purchaser and
+is not assignable or transferable and shall not apply to any receiver or
+parts or transistors or tubes thereof which have been repaired or
+replaced by anyone else other than an authorized Zenith dealer, service
+contractor or distributor, or which have been subject to alteration,
+misuse, negligence or accident, or to the parts or tubes or transistors
+of any receiver which have had the serial number or name altered,
+defaced or removed.
+
+=Zenith Radio Corporation is under no obligation to extend this warranty
+to any receiver for which a Zenith warranty registration card has not
+been completed and mailed to the Corporation within fifteen (15) days
+after date of delivery.=
+
+ ZENITH RADIO CORPORATION                        CHICAGO, ILLINOIS 60639
+
+
+
+
+=NOTE:= UHF information in this book applies to models equipped for
+VHF-UHF reception.
+
+
+General Notes
+
+    1. Place receiver where no bright light will fall on the screen or
+    in the eyes of the viewers.
+
+    2. Viewers should not be seated closer than a distance of 5 ft.
+    from the screen for maximum comfort.
+
+    3. Place where unimpeded cabinet ventilation is allowed. If
+    receiver is to be placed along a wall allow several inches between
+    wall and cabinet back. This is important for proper ventilation.
+
+
+WARNING, HIGH VOLTAGE
+
+It is recommended that only your authorized Zenith television technician
+make repairs or adjustments inside the receiver. A severe shock can
+result from tampering.
+
+
+POWER SUPPLY
+
+Do not attempt to operate on DC or line supplies of other voltages or
+frequency ratings than those stated on the cabinet back.
+
+
+CABINET STAINS
+
+To preserve the finish on your Zenith Television cabinet, instruments or
+ornaments with rubber feet should not be placed on it. The chemicals in
+the rubber feet have a tendency to leave a stain.
+
+
+PICTURE GLASS
+
+Your Zenith is equipped with the new sealed picture glass and tube.
+Simply clean it from the front of the set when necessary.
+
+Use lukewarm water and a mild soap solution. Carefully wipe dry with a
+clean, damp chamois cloth.
+
+
+
+
+Controls
+
+
+PULL-PUSH ON-OFF SWITCH--VOLUME CONTROL
+
+To turn receiver ON, pull knob outward. To turn receiver OFF, push knob
+inward. Clockwise rotation of the knob increases the volume,
+counterclockwise rotation diminishes the volume.
+
+Allow the receiver to warm up for about 1 minute before you wish to use
+it.
+
+=CHANNEL SELECTOR (VHF)=
+
+Turn knob to channel desired.
+
+=PERMA-SET TUNING CONTROL (VHF) NOTE:= Your Zenith has the new Perma-set
+tuning control.
+
+Each channel has been correctly set at the factory for best picture and
+sound.
+
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 1--CONTROLS
+
+Note: Open panel door at front of
+cabinet for access to controls
+
+TONE
+CONTROL
+
+HORIZONTAL
+HOLD
+
+VERTICAL
+HOLD
+
+(SOME MODELS)
+PEAK
+PICTURE
+
+BRIGHTNESS
+
+CONTRAST]
+
+
+[Illustration: VHF CHANNEL
+SELECTOR
+
+VHF PERMA-SET
+TUNING KNOB
+
+VHF CHANNEL
+INDICATOR
+
+CHANNEL NUMBERS ILLUMINATED
+(SOME MODELS)]
+
+
+[Illustration: UHF CHANNEL
+INDICATOR
+
+UHF FINE
+TUNING KNOB
+
+UHF CHANNEL
+TUNING CONTROL
+
+PULL-PUSH
+ON-OFF SWITCH and
+VOLUME CONTROL
+
+=NOTE:= Knob Style Varies With Models]
+
+
+However, should the settings become mis-adjusted, it is a simple matter
+to adjust them as follows:
+
+    1. Turn the VHF channel selector knob to the channel number
+    desired.
+
+    2. Turn VHF perma-set tuning knob until there is no picture.
+
+    3. Then turn perma-set tuning knob back slowly for best picture and
+    sound.
+
+    4. Repeat for each channel to be set.
+
+
+TONE CONTROL
+
+Your Zenith is equipped with a tone control which enables you to
+personally select tonal values of unmatched richness and fidelity. The
+high tonal register and the "bass" or low frequencies are emphasized by
+turning the tone control knob. Set knob to the position most pleasing to
+your ear.
+
+
+UHF TUNING
+
+First, turn VHF CHANNEL SELECTOR to "UHF" Position. Turn UHF Channel
+Tuning Control for desired UHF Channel. Then carefully turn UHF Fine
+Tuning knob for best picture and sound.
+
+Disregard channel numbers 12 and 13 if they appear in the UHF indicator
+dial of your unit. These are VHF channels to be tuned in with the VHF
+selector.
+
+
+PEAK PICTURE (SOME MODELS)
+
+Set this control for best picture crispness in your location. The
+strength of the signal being received and your personal preference for
+picture detail will determine the optimum setting.
+
+
+SERVICE
+
+Your new Zenith television receiver is engineered for dependable long
+life service but like any mechanical or electrical instrument, it will
+occasionally require maintenance. For service consult your Zenith dealer
+or refer to the organization that installed your instrument. (See
+warranty.)
+
+
+
+
+Picture Adjustments
+
+
+BRIGHTNESS
+
+Rotate clockwise to increase the brightness; counterclockwise reduces
+the brightness. It is to be used in conjunction with the contrast
+control since its movement will also have an effect on picture contrast.
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 2]
+
+=NOTE:= The brightness control setting for the picture shown in Figure 2
+is set too high. Set the control below this level.
+
+
+CONTRAST
+
+Adjust the picture for best distinction between the black and white
+shading. Your own vision is the best judge in setting this control
+properly.
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 3]
+
+=NOTE:= The contrast control setting for the picture shown in Figure 3 is
+set too high. Set the control below this level.
+
+
+HORIZONTAL HOLD CONTROL
+
+If the picture appears to have a tendency to move across the screen, or
+if it assumes a broken streaked appearance, as indicated in Figure 4, it
+should be readjusted to a point where the pictures remain locked in
+properly on all channels.
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 4]
+
+
+VERTICAL HOLD CONTROL
+
+This control is used in correcting for vertical movement, or rolling up
+or down. Set control to lock picture. (Fig. 5)
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 5]
+
+
+
+
+Interference
+
+
+The most effective means of reducing interference to a minimum has been
+built into your Zenith Television receiver. Occasionally however, the
+picture may be affected by electrical interference or reflections.
+
+
+AUTO IGNITION AND APPLIANCES
+
+Automobile ignition, electrical appliances, etc., cause a speckled
+streaked appearing picture as shown. This condition is most noticeable
+in weak signal areas. (Fig. 6.)
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 6]
+
+
+DIATHERMY
+
+Diathermy produces a distinctive herringbone pattern and one or two
+horizontal bands across the face of the picture. (Fig. 7). It can
+sometimes be reduced or eliminated by the insertion of a filter trap at
+the antenna terminals.
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 7]
+
+
+R.F. INTERFERENCE
+
+Radio signals by a neighboring commercial, amateur or police station may
+cause interference in the form of moving ripples or diagonal streaks.
+Television or FM receivers operating near your receiver, can also be the
+reason for this reaction. (Fig. 8.)
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 8]
+
+The insertion of a filter trap at the antenna terminals of the TV
+receiver will sometimes eliminate or reduce this type of interference.
+
+
+
+
+Antenna Connections
+
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 9--ANTENNA CONNECTIONS AT CABINET BACK
+
+FIGURE 9. NOTES:
+
+1. FOR POSSIBLE BETTER PERFORMANCE
+CONNECT ADDITIONAL WIRE TO REMAINING
+ANTENNA TERMINAL
+
+2. TACK OR TWIST END OF WIRE TO CONVENIENT
+POINT UP AND AWAY FROM
+TV CHASSIS (VARY POSITION FOR BEST
+RECEPTION.)
+
+ADDITIONAL 10 FT LENGTH WIRE
+APPROX.
+
+TV RECEIVER]
+
+
+An outdoor type antenna is recommended for best reception. If such
+installation is impossible, different type indoor antenna may be used.
+Quality of reception also depends upon local signal conditions.
+
+Some models are equipped with a di-pole or mono-pole antenna mounted at
+the cabinet back. To use this antenna, raise and extend rods. Vary the
+length and position of the rods or rod for best picture and sound.
+
+Under favorable receiving conditions, satisfactory reception may be
+obtained with a 10 ft. length of antenna wire. (Supplied with some
+models). Stretch out wire for best reception.
+
+When using a regular outside antenna, disconnect the inside antenna
+leads from the antenna terminal screws. Connect the antenna transmission
+line to both of these terminal screws.
+
+
+THE PROOF OF ZENITH ANTENNA SUPERIORITY IS IN THE PICTURE.
+
+Zenith TV antennas are designed and constructed to provide you maximum
+service and superior performance. Contact your Zenith dealer for the one
+that will provide you with the best picture quality.
+
+
+DIPLEXER
+
+(SEE PAGE 8)
+
+When using a combination VHF-UHF antenna system with a single
+transmission line it is necessary to have an additional diplexer at the
+receiver.
+
+Make the transmission line lengths from the diplexer to the VHF and UHF
+antenna post terminals on the receiver as short as possible. See your
+Zenith dealer for additional information.
+
+
+OSCILLATOR ADJUSTMENTS (VHF)
+
+=NOTE:= _The VHF perma-set tuning control on the tuner is also the VHF
+channel oscillator adjustment._ No additional oscillator adjustments are
+incorporated. Therefore, should re-tuning of a VHF TV channel be
+required, select the channel and then manually turn the tuning knob for
+best picture and sound. Each individual VHF channel is tuned in this
+manner.
+
+
+
+
+Phonevision
+
+
+A three-year commercial trial of Zenith's Phonevision[A] systems of
+over-the-air subscription television has been in progress for the
+Hartford, Connecticut area since June 29, 1962.
+
+Authorized by the Federal Communications Commission, the trial has made
+it possible, for the first time, for about 5000 American TV homes to
+enjoy the convenience and economy of viewing top flight box-office
+entertainment and other features broadcast to their home receivers.
+Features at prices for the entire family no greater than a single
+admission at the theatre, stadium or concert hall. The Hartford test has
+already furnished factual information, rather than speculation,
+concerning this brand new television service. On the basis of this
+factual information, the F.C.C. has been requested to authorize
+nationwide operation. If the F.C.C. is persuaded by the results of the
+trial that subscription television is in the public interest and should
+be authorized nationally, then every home could have its own "television
+theatre" with the world's greatest and most costly entertainment offered
+for an admission well below the cost of witnessing these same events
+outside the home. With such premium-type programs added to entertainment
+now available from sponsored television, the home viewer would be able
+to obtain the ultimate of everything he wants to see on his own TV
+screen.
+
+
+[A] Reg. U.S. Pat. Off.
+
+
+FUSE REPLACEMENT
+
+Remove cabinet back for access to main chassis fuse if it ever becomes
+necessary to replace it.
+
+
+
+
+INSTALLATION INSTRUCTIONS FOR S-23427 ZENITH DIPLEXER
+
+
+The diplexer is designed for use with a combined VHF-UHF antenna system
+incorporating a single transmission line. Figures A, B, C, and D show
+diplexer installed on various chassis models. UHF reception should be
+tried with and without the inductance wire to obtain the best overall
+results. Disconnect leads from previous antenna system. Install diplexer
+assembly in manner most suitable to TV chassis model.
+
+NOTE: Always connect the diplexer assembly with coil terminal to VHF
+antenna terminal.
+
+
+[Illustration: FIG. A
+VHF ANTENNA TERMINALS
+ON TUNER
+
+CONNECT TRANSMISSION LINE
+FROM COMBINED VHF-UHF
+ANTENNA SYSTEM TO THESE
+TERMINALS
+
+UHF ANTENNA TERMINALS
+NOTE TO INSTALL DIPLEXER DISCONNECT
+CABINET ANTENNA LEADS]
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. B
+
+VHF
+
+TO VHF TUNER
+
+NEW TERMINALS FOR COMBINATION
+VHF-UHF ANTENNA SYSTEM
+
+1 SNAP TERMINAL CUPS INTO HOLES LOCATED
+TO THE RIGHT OF VHF TERMINALS
+
+2 INSTALL DIPLEXER ASSEMBLY AS SHOWN
+
+3 CONNECT 300 OHM TRANSMISSION LINE (SUPPLIED WITH KIT)
+BETWEEN TERMINALS AS SHOWN
+
+UHF
+
+CONTINUOUS
+TUNER TERMINALS
+
+4 IF NECESSARY CONNECT UHF INDUCTANCE
+WIRE (SUPPLIED WITH KIT) AS SHOWN
+
+NOTE DISCONNECT PREVIOUS ANTENNA LEADS FROM VHF TERMINALS.
+
+DO NOT REMOVE LEADS FROM VHF TUNER TO ANTENNA TERMINALS.]
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. C
+
+TO ANTENNA TERMINALS
+ON UHF TUNER
+
+TO ANTENNA
+
+INDUCTANCE WIRE
+
+TO ANTENNA TERMINALS
+ON VHF TUNER]
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig D.
+
+BEND DIPLEXER LUGS AND MOUNT AS SHOWN
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+
+
+Produced by Louise Hope, David Edwards and the Online
+Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This
+file was produced from images generously made available
+by The Internet Archive)
+
+
+
+
+
+[Transcriber's Note:
+
+This text is intended for users whose text readers cannot use the "real"
+(Unicode/UTF-8) version of the file. The "oe" ligature used in Latin
+verses is shown in brackets as [oe]. All Greek text, including the title
+of the book, has been transliterated and shown between +marks+:
+
+  +Eugamoi, deipnôi tacheôs hekastos+
+
+Typographical errors are listed at the end of the e-text.]
+
+
+
+
++CHÊNÔIDIA+.
+
+
+  [Bookplate:
+  1650. SIGILL: COLL: HARVARD: CANTAB: NOV: ANGL:
+  The Gift of
+  Jacob Bigelow, M.D.,
+  of Boston.
+  (H. U. 1806)
+  13 Nov. 1871.]
+
+
+
+
+  Harvard College Library--
+  from Dr. Bigelow--
+
+
+
+
+  +CHÊNÔIDIA+,
+
+  or
+
+  THE CLASSICAL MOTHER GOOSE.
+
+
+Argutos inter strepere anser olores.
+
+  By
+  Jacob Bigelow
+
+
+  CAMBRIDGE:
+  _Printed_ (_Not Published_):
+  University Press.
+  1871.
+
+
+
+
+  1871, Nov. 13
+  Gift of
+  Jacob Bigelow, M.D. LL.D.
+  of Boston.
+  (H. U. 1806.)
+
+
+  University Press: Welch, Bigelow, & Co.,
+  Cambridge.
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+The work familiarly known as "Mother Goose's Melodies" has the dignity
+of being already an undoubted classic among the most incipient
+cultivators of literature in the United States. It is a compilation
+taken mostly from "Gammer Gurton's Garland" or the "Nursery Parnassus,"
+an English child's book about a century old, of which various editions
+have been published in London, Glasgow, and other places. It is stated
+in one of its late prefaces that it was originally issued at Stockton
+in a small twopenny brochure, without date, printed by and for
+R. Christopher. Sir Harris Nicholas says it appeared in the year
+1783. The American "Mother Goose" contains many interpolated articles
+indigenous in the Western hemisphere, which are of various, and some
+even of doubtful merit.
+
+In England, the "Arundines Cami," the "Sabrinæ Corolla," and other
+representative works of distinguished seminaries, have occasionally
+drawn on "Gammer Gurton" for materials of their classic versions. These
+versions are sometimes stately in their prosodial exactness, and at
+other times as playfully loose as the original English ditties first
+set to rhyme by Gurton and afterwards copied by Goose.[A]
+
+The _Chenodia_, now first printed, an experiment for the author's own
+amusement, partly in classic verse of various metres, partly in mediæval
+and unclassic rhyme, and partly, like the original English, in no metre
+at all, is tendered as an offset for any disparagement of the dead
+languages contained in two essays read in 1865 and 1866, at a time when
+classical studies were paramount in Harvard University and other
+colleges of the United States.
+
+  J. B.
+
+
+    [Footnote A: There appears to be some reason for believing that
+    at least a century before Gammer Gurton's works were published in
+    England, a bodily "Mother Goose" was at work on the other side of
+    the Channel. In Scott's novel of "Woodstock," chapter 28, Charles
+    II., then a fugitive, says: "It reminds me, like half the things
+    I meet with in this world, of the 'Contes de Commère l'Oye.'" Not
+    having been able to obtain a sight of "Commère l'Oye," we must
+    leave the original claim for authorship as a field for future
+    controversy.]
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+                                PAGE
+
+  Sprattus et Uxor                 9
+  Par Avium                       10
+  Rex Arthurus                    11
+  Mors Turdo-Galli                12
+  Puer Cæruleus                   13
+  Vetula Calceocola               14
+  Canis Kevensis                  14
+  Diccora Dogium                  15
+  Thomæ Quadrijugæ                16
+  Homunculus et Puellula          17
+  Bopipias                        20
+  Advenæ Mendici                  20
+  Lunicola                        21
+  Magi Gothamenses                22
+  Jackus et Jilla                 23
+  Felis in Fidibus                24
+  Grumbo Gigas                    25
+  Miles Redux                     26
+  Ansercula                       27
+  Labor et Cura                   28
+
+
+
+
+CHENODIA.
+
+
+SPRATTUS ET UXOR.
+
+  Jack Spratt could eat no fat,
+  His wife could eat no lean,
+  And so between them both
+  They licked the platter clean.
+
+    Sprattus horrescens adipem recusat,
+    Uxor et non vult tolerare macrum:
+    Conjuges digni! potuêre sic de-
+          tergere lancem.
+
+      +Sprattos ômêstês stear exeleipen;
+      Hê gunê sphodrôs apepheugen ischnon;
+      Eugamoi, deipnôi tacheôs hekastos
+                Pant' apoleichei.+
+
+
+PAR AVIUM.
+
+  Two little birds were sitting on a stone,
+  One flew away and then there was one,
+  T' other flew away and then there was none,
+  So the poor stone was left all alone.
+
+  One of the little birds back again flew,
+  In came t' other and then there were two;
+  Says one bird to t' other, "How do you do?"
+  "Very well, I thank you; pray how do you?"
+
+    Fama est par avium venisse insistere saxo,
+    Quarum primâ abeunte superstitit inde secunda:
+    Illa autem fugiens jam vix vestigia liquit,
+    Et saxum m[oe]rens in campo luget inani.
+
+    Ecce autem rediens avium comparuit una,
+    Altera non segnis sociam complectitur almam:
+    Arreptâque manu, "Quid agis dulcissima rerum?"
+    "Suaviter ut nunc est, et jam cupio omnia quæ vis."
+
+
+REX ARTHURUS.
+
+  When King Arthur ruled the land,
+    He ruled it like a king:
+  He bought four pecks of barley-meal
+    To make a brave pudding.
+
+  A pudding brave the king did make
+    And stuffed it well with plums;
+  Great lumps of suet he put into it,
+    As big as both his thumbs.
+
+  The king and queen partook thereof,
+    And all the court beside;
+  And what they did not eat that night,
+    The queen next morning fried.
+
+    Angliæ rex imperio potitus,
+    Hordei nactus modium farinæ,
+    Ordinat c[oe]nâ properè institutâ
+                Sternere mensam.
+
+    Mira farrago exoritur culinâ,
+    Turgidis uvis maculata passis
+    Intus et frustis adipis referta
+                Pollicis instar.
+
+    Rex et affines epulantur omnes
+    Principes magni dominæque lectæ:
+    Alma regina exoriente luce
+                Fragmina frixit.
+
+
+MORS TURDO-GALLI.
+
+  Who killed Cock Robin?
+    I, says the sparrow;
+    With my bow and arrow,
+  I killed Cock Robin.
+
+
+    Quis Turdo-gallum necavit?
+      En, adsum qui feci,
+      Qui telum conjeci;
+      Jaculis et arcu
+      Passer interfeci.
+
+
+PUER CÆRULEUS.
+
+  Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
+  The cow's in the meadow, the sheep in the corn.
+  Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
+  Under the haycock fast asleep.
+
+    C[oe]rule parve puer, cornu nunc suscipe cantum.
+    Per segetes errant pecudes, per pascua vaccæ.
+    Ah, ubi nunc ovium custos tam parvulus absit?
+    En, gregis oblitus sub f[oe]no dormit opaco.
+
+
+VETULA CALCEOCOLA.
+
+  There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
+  Who had so many children she didn't know what to do;
+  She gave them some broth without any bread,
+  And whipt them all soundly and sent them to bed.
+
+    Calceus inclusit vetulam turbamque suorum,
+    Multum quæ luctans natos compescuit arctos;
+    Jus illis profert oblita apponere panem,
+    Verberibusque datis dormitum sæva remittit.
+
+
+CANIS KEVENSIS.
+
+  I am his Highness's dog at Kew.
+  Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
+
+    Principis excelsi coram canis ecce Kevensis.
+    Dic mihi vicissim quæso cujus canis es tu?
+
+
+DICCORA DOGIUM.
+
+  Dickory dickory dock,
+  The mouse ran up the clock,
+  The clock struck one,
+  The mouse ran down,
+  Dickory dickory dock.
+
+    Diccora diccora dogium,
+    Ascendit mus horologium.
+        Insonuit hora,
+        Fugit mus sine morâ,
+    Diccora diccora dogium.
+
+      +Dikkora dikkora dogion+
+      Anebê mus eis hôrologion;
+          Hen! hôra ephê;
+          Ho de mus katebê.
+      Dikkora dikkora dogion.+
+
+      +Archete Dikkorikas moisai philai archet' aoidas.
+      Êgerthê poth' hurax, anebê d' eis hôrologêtên;
+      Kôdônos phthongon deinon katepheuge phobêtheis.
+      Lêgete Dikkorikas moisai ite lêget' aoidas.+
+
+
+THOMÆ QUADRIJUGÆ.
+
+  Tom's coach and six, whither in such haste going?
+  But a short journey, to his own undoing.
+
+    Quadrijugis Thomas quo nunc se proripit ille?
+    Abiit in celerem--brevis est via, nota--ruinam.
+
+
+HOMUNCULUS ET PUELLULA.
+
+      There was a little man,
+      And he wooed a little maid,
+  And he said, Little maid, will you wed wed wed?
+      I have little more to say,
+      Then will you ay or nay,
+  For the least said is soonest mended ded ded.
+
+    Homunculus eximius puellulam amavit,
+    Quam ut nubendam duceret sic ore compellavit:
+    Quid verbis opus pluribus? Dic _volo_, dicve _nolo_,
+    Sat verbum sapientibus: responde sine dolo.
+
+      Then the little maid replied,
+      "Should I be your little bride,
+  Pray, what shall we have for to eat eat eat?
+      Will the flame that you are rich in
+      Make a fire in the kitchen,
+  Or the little god of love turn the spit spit spit?"
+
+    Responsum dat puellula,--Si flectar ad nubendum
+    Dic, quæso, quid cibarii habebimus edendum?
+    Amorem credis ignem in culinâ servaturum,
+    Aut parvulum Cupidinem jam veru versaturum?
+
+      Then the little man replied,
+      And, they say, a little sighed,
+  For his little heart was big with sorrow sorrow sorrow,
+      "My offers are but small,
+      But you have my little all;
+  And what we haven't got we must borrow borrow borrow."
+
+    Replicuit homunculus suspiriis convulsus,
+    Ingenti ægritudine cor parvulum perculsus,
+    Non multa quidem profero, sed omnia relinquo;
+    Et quicquid nobis deerit petemus a propinquo.
+
+      The little man thus spoke;
+      His heart was almost broke;
+  And all for the sake of her charms charms charms.
+      So the little maid relented,
+      And softened she consented
+  The little man to take to her arms arms arms.
+
+    Sic fatur ille lacrymans ex corde desolato,
+    Et propter pulchritudinem ad mortem vulnerato.
+    Mollitur tum puellula, amorem et agnovit,
+    Beatumque homunculum amplexu suo fovit.
+
+
+BOPIPIAS.
+
+      Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep,
+  And couldn't tell where to find 'em.
+      Let 'em alone, and they'll come home,
+  And bring their tails behind 'em.
+
+    Parvula Bopipias amissos quæritat agnos,
+      Nec reperire locum quo latuêre potest.
+    Desine, Bopipias, redeuntes nocte videbis,
+      Caudasque incolumes post sua crura ferent.
+
+
+ADVENÆ MENDICI.
+
+  Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,
+  The beggars have come to town;
+  Some in rags and some in jags,
+  And some in velvet gowns.
+
+        En! cum canum latratu,
+        Et multo ululatu;
+    Veniunt mendici repentes,
+        Egeni, pannosi,
+        Squalentes, exosi,
+    Vel sericas togas gerentes.
+
+
+LUNICOLA.
+
+  The man in the moon came down at noon,
+    Inquiring the way to Norwich.
+  The man of the South has burnt his mouth,
+    Eating cold milk porridge.
+
+    Lunicola, meridie, ad terram descendebat,
+    Et viam ad Norvicum assidue quærebat.
+    Australis vir ineptus est et os excoriavit,
+    Dum lacteum perfrigidum incontinens voravit.
+
+
+MAGI GOTHAMENSES.
+
+  Three wise men of Gotham
+  Went to sea in a bowl.
+  If the bowl had been stronger,
+  My song had been longer.
+
+    Tres magi Gothamenses
+    In scypho mare tranant
+    Si cymba secura,
+    Canenda sint plura.
+
+    Cives tres docti Gothamenses æquora verrunt,
+      Crater et fragilis corpora obesa vehit.
+    Mox en tempestas, surguntque ad sidera fluctus.
+      Musa dolens casum nunc memorare nequit.
+
+
+JACKUS ET JILLA.
+
+      Jack and Jill
+      Went up the hill,
+  To draw a pail of water;
+      Jack fell down
+      And broke his crown,
+  And Jill came tumbling after.
+
+        Jackus cum Jillâ
+        Formosâ ancillâ,
+    Aquam hauriturus collem ascendebat;
+        Prolabitur Jackus,
+        Caput miserè fractus,
+    Et Jilla desperata in fatum ruebat.
+
+
+FELIS IN FIDIBUS.
+
+  Heigh diddle diddle,
+  The cat and the fiddle,
+  The cow jumped over the moon.
+    The little dog laughed
+    To see such a craft,
+  And the dish ran away with the spoon.
+
+      Hidideldelis,
+      In fidibus felis,
+    Super lunam vacca saltavit.
+      Tum risit canicula,
+      Visâ re tam ridiculâ,
+    Et lanx cochleare raptavit.
+
+
+GRUMBO GIGAS.
+
+  Fee! faw! fum!
+  I smell the blood of an Englishman.
+  Dead or alive, I will have some.
+
+    Fe! fau! fum!
+    Sanguinem odoror Anglicum.
+    Seu vivum seu mortuum,
+    Bibendum est mihi aliquantum.
+
+      +Phê! phou! phôn!
+      Haimatos osphrainomai tôn Anglôn;
+      Ê nekron ê zôn
+      Chairêsô pinôn.+
+
+
+MILES REDUX.
+
+  Who comes here?
+    A Grenadier.
+  What do you want?
+    A pot of beer.
+  Where's your money?
+    I've forgot.
+  Get you gone,
+    You drunken sot.
+
+    Heus! Quis illic?
+      Ductor militiæ.
+    Quid petis hic?
+      Cantharum cervisiæ.
+    Ubi moneta?
+      Loqueris oblito.
+    O, ebriose,
+      In malum abito.
+
+
+ANSERCULA.
+
+  Goosey goosey gander,
+  Where shall you wander?
+  Up stairs, down stairs,
+  In my lady's chamber.
+
+    Ansercula vagula, blandula,
+    Quæ nunc abibis in loca?
+    Sursum, deorsum,
+    In dominæ cubiculum.
+
+
+LABOR ET CURA.
+
+  Double double,
+  Toil and trouble.
+  Fire burn and
+  Caldron bubble.
+
+    Ingeminat labor,
+    Ingeminante curâ,
+    Cum flamma ardescit,
+    Aqua ebullitura.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Handwriting:
+
+The following were written by hand in the original. The bookplate and
+the title page are definitely by the same person; the others are less
+certain. 1806 was Jacob Bigelow's Harvard graduation year.
+
+  Bookplate: Text beginning "The Gift of..."
+
+  "Harvard College Library,
+  from Dr. Bigelow--"
+
+  Title Page: "By / Jacob Bigelow"
+
+  Entire "Gift of..." section, ending with parenthesized "H. U. 1806"
+
+
+Errata (noted by transcriber)
+
+  Sprattos ômêstês stear exeleipen;+
+    [Greek text printed with incorrect accents on last word]
+  PUER CÆRULEUS / C[oe]rule parve puer
+    [inconsistent spelling unchanged]
+  The man of the South has burnt his mouth,  [. for ,]
+  Fee! faw! fum!
+    [hand-written correction "f/" in margin: third "f" is damaged so it
+    looks like "r" or "i"]
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email
+ccx074@pglaf.org
+
+
+
+
+
+                           THE SONGS OF RANILD
+
+
+                                    BY
+                              GEORGE BORROW
+
+                                 LONDON:
+                     PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION
+
+                                   1913
+
+
+
+
+THE SONGS OF RANILD.
+
+
+SONG THE FIRST.
+
+
+Up Riber's street the dance they ply,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+There dance the knights most merrily,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+On Riber's bridge the dance it goes,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+There dance the knights in scollop'd shoes,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+'Twas Riber Wolf the dance who led,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+In faith to his King he had been bred,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+And next him danced the Tage Mouse,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+Who Seneschal was in Ribe house,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+And then danced bold Sir Saltensee,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+Followed by wealthy kinsmen three,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+The noble Limbekk dances next,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+Whose power the King had often vext,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+After him danced the Byrge Green,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+Then many a knight of handsome mien,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+And then came dancing Hanke Kann,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+His Lady followed, good Dame Ann,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+The next that came was the Ridder Rank,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+His Lady behind him, Berngard Blank,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+And then the high Volravn came,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+His wife behind, who has no name,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+And then came dancing Sir Iver Helt,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+Who followed his sovereign over the Belt,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+Long stood the Ranild Lang apart,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+Ere he to join the dance had heart,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+"And were it not for my lovely hair,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+In that brave dance I'd have a share,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+"But for my cheeks so rosy red,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+The foremost in that dance I'd tread,"
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+Then Ranild Lang to dance began,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+And a ditty sang as he led the van,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+Sweet he warbled, light he sprang,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+After him every warrior sang,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+Then up the Spendel Sko arose,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+And on Ranild Lang her troth bestows,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+With silk was snooded her hair of gold,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+She danced before them free and bold,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+And into the Castle they dance their way,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+With drawn swords 'neath their scarlet array.
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+Never, I ween, was a braver dance,
+   _The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
+It wins the Castle of Rosenkrands,
+   _For young King Erik Erikson_.
+
+
+
+ SONG THE SECOND.
+
+
+To saddle his courser Ranild cried:
+   _For thus the tale was told to me_--
+"To visit the rich Greve I will ride,
+   Though banish'd from the land we be."
+
+To the house came Ranild spurring hard,
+   _For thus the tale was told to me_--
+There stood the Greve arrayed in mard,
+   Though banish'd from the land we be.
+
+"Hail, hail, Sir Greve, arrayed so fine!
+   _For thus the tale was told to me_--
+I want my bride, the little Kirstine,
+   Though banish'd from the land I be."
+
+Then up and spoke her mother dear:
+   _For thus the tale was told to me_--
+"Thou hast no bride, Sir Ranild, here,
+   For banish'd from the land ye be."
+
+"O if I can't my little bride get,
+   _For thus the tale was told to me_--
+On fire your house and your gear I'll set,
+   Though banish'd from the land I be."
+
+"O rather than ruin us in thy wrath,
+   _For thus the tale was told to me_--
+Receive thy bride and ride thy path,
+   Though banish'd from the land ye be."
+
+They o'er her threw the blue cloak with speed,
+   _For thus the tale was told to me_--
+And placed her upon Sir Ranild's steed,
+   Though banish'd from the land he be.
+
+They had for their bridal bed alone,
+   _For thus the tale was told to ne_--
+The holt, the field, and the mead new mown,
+   For banish'd from the land they be.
+
+"The forest can hear, and the mead can view,
+   _For thus the tale was told to me_--
+We here must live as outlaws do,
+   For banish'd from the land we be."
+
+"Hadst thou not helped the King to slay,
+   _For thus the tale was told to me_--
+In peace at home we now might stay,
+   But banish'd from the land we be."
+
+He struck her a blow the table o'er,
+   _For thus the tale was told to me_--
+"Should'st guard thy tongue, child, guests before,
+   Though banish'd from the land we be."
+
+He struck her on her face so fair:
+   _For thus the tale was told to me_--
+"In Erik's death I had no share,
+   Though banished from the land I be."
+
+
+
+SONG THE THIRD.
+
+
+So wide around the tidings bound
+   That Ranild's prisoner taken;
+Had he been aware how it would fare
+   He had not Hielm forsaken.
+The death of woe, spaed long ago,
+   They'll wreak on him now, I reckon.
+
+Into the hall steps Ranild tall,
+   And withouten trepidation;
+Bids his Lord good bye, and the chivalry
+   Who have at court their station.
+O, Lord Christ! be each man kept free
+   From misfortune and tribulation.
+
+"In mind dost bear, King Erik dear,
+   On whom may blessings pour,
+That service I wrought in your father's court,
+   Of all his swains the flower?
+Both in and out I've borne you about
+   In sunshine and in shower."
+
+"Yes, service you wrought in my father's court,
+   For money and clothes imparted,
+And betrayed his life to the foeman's knife,
+   Like a monster treacherous hearted.
+And as sure as now the crown's on my brow,
+   To the wheel thou shalt be carted."
+
+"Hew off, I intreat, my hands and feet,
+   Most willingly them I proffer;
+My eyes blood red tear out of my head,
+   And the worst death let me suffer;
+But all the pains that Ranild gains
+   For his treason scarce enough are."
+
+"Thine eyeballs twain thou may'st retain,
+   And thy hands and feet unriven;
+But thou thy breath shalt yield to a death
+   The cruellest under heaven;
+And be it known, for my father alone
+   This punishment is given."
+
+Ranild they brought from Roskild out,
+   He wrung his hands with sorrow;
+And the women all salt tears let fall,
+   Who lived in that ancient borough.
+The wretched wight wished all good night,
+   And a light heart on the morrow.
+
+Ranild they bore the town before,
+   The wheel his sight saluted:
+"Christ guard each noble from such like trouble,"
+   In agony he shouted,
+"If at Hielm I'd staid it had better sped,
+   Nor to that had I been devoted.
+
+"Would God would send a trusty friend,
+   Who would my message carry,
+To Kirstine fair, who sits in care,
+   To Ranild true to tarry.
+O Christ help all my babies small,
+   And bless my bosom's dearie!
+
+"Ye Christian folk, whom, with dying look,
+   On the mead I am discerning,
+A pater pray for my soul, to stay
+   Of God the anger burning;
+That me He receive this very eve
+   To the joys for which I'm yearning."
+
+
+
+
+CHILD STIG AND CHILD FINDAL
+
+
+Child Stig and Child Findal two brothers were they,
+There ne'er were two brothers more gallant and gay.
+
+Child Stig serves the Dane King in bower and hall,
+High dames brushed his hair, and fair maidens withal.
+
+Child Stig by the board of the Monarch he stood,
+To him little Kirstin was cruel of mood.
+
+"Full seven years I have been Lord of the Rune,
+Of its power I'll make trial this same afternoon."
+
+With his right hand he skinked the wine and the mead
+And cast with his left the Rune characters dread.
+
+To cast them on Kirstin the gallant Stig meant,
+But under the dress of Rigissa they went.
+
+O pallid as ashes the gallant Stig grew,
+And red as the blood was Rigissa to view.
+
+The gallant Child Stig placed his cap on his head,
+And unto his foster dame's chamber he sped.
+
+"Dear Foster dame, give me some counsel, I pray,
+How I may escape from this palace away.
+
+"To cast the Rune letters at Kirstin I meant,
+But under the dress of Rigissa they went.
+
+"I will mount my good courser so true and so tried,
+And away to the ends of the earth I will ride."
+
+Said she: "Shouldst thou travel all Finland around,
+This night at thy couch will Rigissa be found.
+
+"And e'en shouldst thou ride to the earth's farthest land,
+This night by thy couch she will certainly stand.
+
+"But, Child Stig, I advise thee, call up a good heart,
+And home to thy bed and thy slumbers depart.
+
+"She'll tap on the door of thy chamber, I ween,
+But still do thou keep, let her in by no mean.
+
+"But ten fingers has she, so tiny and small,
+And with them from the door she will pick the nails all.
+
+"She will set herself down on the side of thy bed,
+And play with the long yellow locks of thy head.
+
+"So fondly she'll stroke thy fair cheek in the dark,
+But do thou remain as thou wert stiff and stark.
+
+"She'll kiss thee full oft on thy lips rosy red,
+But do thou lie still as were life from thee fled."
+
+Child Stig he gave ear to his foster dame's rede,
+And away to his bed he betook him with speed.
+
+'Twas late in the even, and down fell the dew,
+Rigissa flung o'er her her mantle of blue.
+
+The lovely maid she her blue mantle put on,
+And unto the chamber of Stig she is gone.
+
+On the door of the chamber begins she to knock:
+"Arise, O Child Stig, and thy chamber unlock."
+
+"At the Ting to appear, I have summoned no wight,
+And none I'll admit to my chamber at night."
+
+She's fingers, ten fingers, so tiny and small,
+And out of the door she has picked the nails all.
+
+Fifteen iron nails, and a big stud of brass,
+Then into the chamber Rigissa could pass.
+
+She sat herself down by the side of the bed,
+And played with the locks of the young gallant's head.
+
+She kissed him full oft on his mouth rosy red,
+But still he remained as were life from him fled.
+
+In her arms the young Stig she so fondly did press,
+But quiet he lay nor returned her caress.
+
+Child Stig he awoke, and cast up his eyes:
+"Who wakes me from sleep in this manner?" he cries.
+
+"If I cannot, Rigissa, my rest for thee take,
+To the Dane King, thy brother, complaint I will make."
+
+"O thou may'st complain if thou feelest inclin'd,
+But thou art the man on whom standeth my mind."
+
+The very next morning ere high was the sun,
+Child Stig to complain to the Dane King is gone.
+
+"Dear Lord, I have this to complain of to thee,
+For thy sister at night I at rest cannot be."
+
+The King in displeasure his footboy address'd:
+"To come to my presence my sister request."
+
+Rigissa came in, 'fore the table stood she:
+"What mean'st thou, O brother, by sending for me?"
+
+"O here is a knight doth complaint of thee make,
+He cannot at night his repose for thee take."
+
+"It is but God's truth that his chamber I sought,
+But nothing unseemly betwixt us was wrought.
+
+"Steel, glowing steel, I will bear on my hand,
+And of crime with Child Stig I acquitted will stand."
+
+Long stood the Dane King, full of thought was his head:
+"With no better man I my sister can wed."
+
+All hearts in the Dane King's palace were gay,
+The Dane King has given his sister away.
+
+There was pleasure and smiling in every look,
+For his beloved Lady Child Stig the maid took.
+
+Child Stig he brews ale, and the wine doth prepare,
+He the Dane King invites to his castle so fair.
+
+The King and his gallant men all biddeth he,
+And the Queen of the Danes of the party should be.
+
+Outspake the fair Queen, on her steed as she rode:
+"Methinks I behold of Child Stig the abode."
+
+And thereto the page at her bridle replied:
+"Of Stig the brave castle is known far and wide.
+
+"Within with the richest of gold it is graced,
+Without with white silver 'tis all over cased."
+
+And, lo, when the gate of the castle they gained,
+Five shaggy white bears stood before it enchained.
+
+And when in procession they entered the court,
+Within it the hart and the roebuck did sport.
+
+In the midst of the court was a silver trough long,
+Of birds and of animals round it a throng.
+
+Above spread the poplar and linden their shade,
+In its coolness the hart and the little hind played.
+
+An apartment they entered, full lofty and fair,
+Was crowded with women so courtly of air.
+
+All of red amber composed was the floor,
+The roof with gilt letters was written all o'er.
+
+The table it was of the red shining gold
+The napkin of Agerwool rare to behold.
+
+The walls were constructed of fair marble stone,
+The beams of the roof of the whitest whale bone.
+
+On the floor they are dancing with rapture so high,
+Tall, slender, and stately Sir Stig dances by.
+
+Straight and slim as a sapling Child Stig dances up,
+In each hand holding a fair silver cup.
+
+Child Stig to the health of his bonny bride quaffed,
+And forest and meadow delightedly laughed.
+
+The forest it bloomed, the boughs leaves put forth--
+She excels every damsel in beauty and worth.
+
+Late in the evening the mist it descends,
+Child Stig his young bride to her chamber attends.
+
+Now gallant Child Stig has o'ercome his distress,
+He sleeps in the arm of a lovely princess.
+
+And Damsel Rigissa is free from her fright,
+By the side of Child Stig she reposes each night.
+
+                                 LONDON:
+               Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
+
+                   _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_.
+
+               _Copyright in the United States of America_
+           _by Houghton_, _Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Produced by David Widger
+
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+
+
+A HISTORY OF FRANCE FROM THE EARLIEST TIMES
+
+By Francois Pierre Guillaume Guizot
+
+
+Over 400 Steel Engravings and Woodcuts
+
+Illustrated by A. De Neuville
+
+Translated by Robert Black
+
+AN INDEX
+
+
+Edited by David Widger
+
+Project Gutenberg Editions
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+##  Antiquity to 1100
+
+##  1100 to 1380
+
+##  1380 to 1515
+
+##  1515 to 1589
+
+##  1589 to 1715
+
+##  1715 to 1789
+
+
+
+
+
+VOLUMES, CHAPTERS AND STORIES
+
+
+Antiquity to 1100
+
+EXTRACT FROM LETTER TO THE PUBLISHERS.
+
+A POPULAR HISTORY OF FRANCE
+CHAPTER I.	GAUL.
+CHAPTER II.	THE GAULS OUT OF GAUL.
+CHAPTER III.	THE ROMANS IN GAUL.
+CHAPTER IV.	GAUL CONQUERED BY JULIUS CAESAR.
+CHAPTER V.	GAUL UNDER ROMAN DOMINION.
+CHAPTER VI.	ESTABLISHMENT OF CHRISTIANITY IN GAUL.
+CHAPTER VII.	THE GERMANS IN GAUL.--THE FRANKS AND CLOVIS.
+CHAPTER VIII.	THE MEROVINGIANS.
+CHAPTER IX.	THE MAYORS OF THE PALACE. THE PEPINS.
+CHAPTER X.	CHARLEMAGNE AND HIS WARS.
+CHAPTER XI.	CHARLEMAGNE AND HIS GOVERNMENT.
+CHAPTER XII.	DECAY AND FALL OF THE CARLOVINGIANS.
+CHAPTER XIII.	FEUDAL FRANCE AND HUGH CAPET.
+CHAPTER XIV.	THE CAPETIANS TO THE TIME OF THE CRUSADES.
+CHAPTER XV.	CONQUEST OF ENGLAND BY THE NORMANS.
+CHAPTER XVI.    	THE CRUSADES, THEIR ORIGIN AND THEIR SUCCESS.
+List of Illustrations:
+
+Ideal Landscape of Ancient Gaul----13
+
+Gyptis Presenting the Goblet to Euxenes----17
+
+A Tribe of Gauls on an Expedition----27
+
+The Gauls in Rome----39
+
+The Women Defending the Cars----58
+
+The Roman Army Invading Gaul----61
+
+Mounted Gauls----66
+
+Vercingetorix Surrenders to Caesar----81
+
+Gaul Subjugated by the Romans----83
+
+From La Croix Rousse----86
+
+Eponina and Sabinus Hidden in a Vault----97
+
+Druids Offering Human Sacrifices----111
+
+The Huns at the Battle of Chalons----135
+
+"Thus Didst Thou to the Vase of Soissons."----139
+
+Battle of Tolbiacum----144
+
+The Sluggard King Journeying----156
+
+"Thrust Him Away, Or Thou Diest in his Stead."----160
+
+The Execution of Brunehaut----175
+
+The Battle of Tours----193
+
+"The Arabs Had Decamped Silently in the Night."----195
+
+Charlemagne at the Head of his Army----212
+
+Charlemagne Inflicting Baptism Upon the Saxons----215
+
+The Submission of Wittikind----218
+
+Death of Roland at Roncesvalles----227
+
+Charlemagne and the General Assembly----239
+
+Charlemagne Presiding at the School of The Palace----246
+
+He Remained There a Long While, and his Eyes Were Filled With Tears.----255
+
+Paris Besieged by the Normans----259
+
+The Barks of the Northmen Before Paris----260
+
+Count Eudes Re-entering Paris Right Through the Besiegers- ---262
+
+Ditcar the Monk Recognizing The Head of Morvan----273
+
+Hugh Capet Elected King----300
+
+"Who Made Thee King?"----302
+
+Gerbert, Afterwards Pope Sylvester Ii----304
+
+Notre Dame----310
+
+Knights and Peasants----312
+
+Robert Had a Kindly Feeling for the Weak and Poor----313
+
+"The Accolade."----324
+
+Normans Landing on English Coast----353
+
+William the Conqueror Reviewing his Army----357
+
+Edith Discovers the Body of Harold----360
+
+"God Willeth It!"----383
+
+The Four Leaders of the First Crusade----385
+
+The Assault on St. Jean D'acre----386
+
+
+
+
+1100 to 1380
+CHAPTER XVII.	THE CRUSADES, THEIR DECLINE AND END.
+CHAPTER XVIII.	THE KINGSHIP IN FRANCE.
+CHAPTER XIX.	THE COMMUNES AND THE THIRD ESTATE.
+CHAPTER XX.	THE HUNDRED YEARS' WAR.--PHILIP VI. AND JOHN II.
+CHAPTER XXI.	THE STATES--GENERAL OF THE FOURTEENTH CENTURY.
+CHAPTER XXII.    	THE HUNDRED YEARS' WAR.--CHARLES V.
+List of Illustrations:
+
+Richard's Farewell to the Holy Land----10
+
+Preaching the Second Crusade----13
+
+Defeat of the Turks----16
+
+The Christians of the Holy City Defiling Before Saladin.----28
+
+Richard Coeur de Lion Having the Saracens Beheaded.----37
+
+St. Louis Administering Justice----46
+
+Sire de Joinville----55
+
+The Death of St. Louis----64
+
+Louis the Fat on an Expedition----69
+
+Battle of Bouvines----81
+
+Death of de Montfort----104
+
+De La Marche's Parting Insult----126
+
+St. Louis Mediating Between Henry III. And his Barons---- 136
+
+"It is Rather Hard Bread."----146
+
+The Sicilian Vespers----156
+
+The Town and Fortress of Lille----164
+
+The Battle of Courtrai----167
+
+Colonna Striking the Pope----185
+
+The Hanging of Marigny----200
+
+The Peasants Resolved to Live According To Their
+Own Inclinations and Their Own Laws----209
+
+Insurrection in Favor of the Commune at Cambrai----214
+
+Burghers of Laon----220
+
+The Cathedral of Laon----233
+
+Homage of Edward Iii. To Philip Vi.----250
+
+Van Artevelde at his Door----264
+
+"See! See!" She Cried----283
+
+Statue of James Van Artevelde----296
+
+Queen Philippa at the Feet of The King----314
+
+John II., Called the Good----318
+
+"Father, Ware Right! Father, Ware Left!"----326
+
+Charles the Bad, King of Navarre, in Prison----335
+
+The Louvre in the Fourteenth Century----336
+
+Stephen Marcel----342
+
+The Murder of the Marshals----345
+
+"In his Hands the Keys of The Gates."----354
+
+Charles V.----371
+
+Big Ferre----376
+
+Bertrand Du Guesclin----388
+
+Putting the Keys on Du Guesclin's Bier----407
+
+
+
+
+1380 to 1515
+CHAPTER XXIII.	THE HUNDRED YEARS' WAR--CHARLES VI. AND THE DUKES OF BURGUNDY
+CHAPTER XXIV.	THE HUNDRED YEARS' WAR.--CHARLES VII. AND JOAN OF ARC (1422-1461)
+CHAPTER XXV.	LOUIS XI. (1461-1483.)
+CHAPTER XXVI.	THE WARS OF ITALY.-- CHARLES VIII. (1483-1498.)
+CHAPTER XXVII.   	THE WARS IN ITALY.--LOUIS XII. (1498-1515.)
+
+
+
+
+List of Illustrations
+
+Hotel de Ville Bourges----frontispiece
+
+The Procession Went over the Gates----16
+
+"Thou Art Betrayed."----26
+
+Charles Vi. And Odette----71
+
+Murder of the Duke Of Orleans----38
+
+Death of Valentine de Milan----45
+
+John the Fearless----51
+
+Already Distressed----57
+
+"Into the River!"----77
+
+The Body of Charles VI. Lying in State----84
+
+Portrait of Joan Of Arc----85
+
+Joan of Arc in Her Father's Garden----91
+
+Chinon Castle----95
+
+Joan Entering Orleans----104
+
+Herself Drew out the Arrow----109
+
+Joan Examined in Prison----128
+
+Philip the Good of Burgundy----144
+
+The Constable Made his Entry on Horseback----150
+
+Agnes Sorel----175
+
+Jacques Coeur----165
+
+Jacques Coeur's Hostel at Bourges----169
+
+Louis XI. And Burgesses Waiting for News----193
+
+Charles the Rash----203
+
+Louis XI. And Charles the Rash at Peronne----209
+
+Philip de Commynes----217
+
+The Corpse of Charles the Rash Discovered----236
+
+Louis XI. At his Devotions----255
+
+Views of the Castle Of Plessis-les-tours----258
+
+Louis XI----260
+
+Charles VIII.----263
+
+Anne de Beaujeu----264
+
+Meeting Between Charles VIII., and Anne of Brittany----282
+
+Charles VIII.----293
+
+Battle of Fornovo----303
+
+Castle of Amboise----308
+
+Louis XII----310
+
+Bayard----315
+
+States General at Tours----329
+
+Battle of Agnadello----334
+
+Cardinal D'amboise----347
+
+Chaumont D'amboise----350
+
+Bayard's Farewell----358
+
+Gaston de Foix----364
+
+
+
+
+1515 to 1589
+CHAPTER XXVIII.	FRANCIS I. AND CHARLES V.
+CHAPTER XXIX.	FRANCIS I. AND THE RENAISSANCE.
+CHAPTER XXX.	FRANCIS I. AND THE REFORMATION.
+CHAPTER XXXI.	HENRY II. (1547-1559.)
+CHAPTER XXXII.	FRANCIS II., JULY 10, 1559--DECEMBER 5, 1560.
+CHAPTER XXXIII.	CHARLES IX. AND THE RELIGIOUS WARS. (1560-1574.)
+CHAPTER XXXIV.    	HENRY III. AND THE RELIGIOUS WARS. (1574-1589.)
+
+
+
+
+List of Illustrations
+
+Cardinal Ximenes----14
+
+All Night A-horseback----19
+
+Bayard Knighting Francis I----19
+
+Leo X.----21
+
+Anthony Duprat----24
+
+Charles V----39
+
+Francis I. Surprises Henry Viii.----44
+
+The Field of the Cloth Of Gold----45
+
+The Constable de Bourbon----53
+
+The Death of Bayard----76
+
+Capture of Francis I.----91
+
+Louise of Savoy and Marguerite de Valois----102
+
+Francis I.----115
+
+The Duke of Orleans and Charles V.----128
+
+Claude de Lorraine, Duke of Guise----130
+
+Francis I.----137
+
+St. Thomas Aquinas and Abelard----140
+
+Clement Marot----162
+
+Francis I. Waits for Robert Estienne----168
+
+Rabelais----171
+
+The First Protestants----178
+
+The Castle of Pau----183
+
+William Farel----181
+
+Burning of Reformers at Meaux----188
+
+Erasmus----194
+
+Berquin Released by John de La Barre----198
+
+Heretic Iconoclasts----201
+
+Massacre of the Vaudians----218
+
+Calvin----222
+
+Gallery Henry Ii----230
+
+Anne de Montmorency----235
+
+Henry Ii.----235
+
+Diana de Poitiers----243
+
+Guise at Metz----244
+
+Francis Ii. And Mary Stuart Love Making----251
+
+Catherine De' Medici (in Her Young Days)----255
+
+Joust Between Henri Ii. And Count de Montgomery----268
+
+Francis Ii----269
+
+Mary Stuart----270
+
+Death of La Renaudie----283
+
+Louis de Bourbon, Prince of Condo----285
+
+Mary Stuart----284
+
+Coligny at the Death-bed of Francis Ii.----295
+
+Francis de Lorraine, Duke of Aumale and Of Guise----302
+
+Massacre of Protestants---305
+
+The Duke of Guise Waylaid---315
+
+Conde at the Ford---328
+
+Henry of Lorraine (duke Of Guise)----332
+
+Parley Before the Battle of Moncontour----337
+
+Admiral Gaspard de Coligny----346
+
+Charles Ix. And Catherine De' Medici----354
+
+Henry de Guise and the Corpse of Coligny----369
+
+The Queen of Navarre and the Huguenot----372
+
+Chancellor Michael de L'hospital----376
+
+The St. Bartholomew----383
+
+Henry Iii----388
+
+Indolence of Henry Iii---390
+
+Henry Le Balafre----400
+
+The Castle of Blois----428
+
+Henry Iii. and the Murder of Guise----437
+
+Henry of Navarre and the Scotch Guard----448
+
+
+
+
+1589 to 1715
+CHAPTER XXXV.	HENRY IV., PROTESTANT KING. (1589-1593.)
+CHAPTER XXXVI.	HENRY IV., CATHOLIC KING. (1593-1610.)
+CHAPTER XXXVII.	REGENCY OF MARY DE' MEDICI. (1610-1617.)
+CHAPTER XXXVIII.   	LOUIS XIII., CARDINAL RICHELIEU, AND THE COURT.
+CHAPTER XXXIX.	LOUIS XIII., CARDINAL RICHELIEU, AND THE PROVINCES.
+CHAPTER XL.	LOUIS XIII., RICHELIEU--CATHOLICS AND PROTESTANTS.
+CHAPTER XLI.	LOUIS XIII., CARDINAL RICHELIEU, AND FOREIGN AFFAIRS.
+CHAPTER XII.	LOUIS XIII., RICHELIEU, AND LITERATURE.
+CHAPTER XLIII.	LOUIS XIV., THE FRONDE--CARDINAL MAZARIN.
+CHAPTER XLIV.	LOUIS XIV., HIS WARS AND HIS CONQUESTS. 1661-1697.
+CHAPTER XLV.	LOUIS XIV., HIS WARS AND HIS REVERSES. (1697-1713.)
+CHAPTER XLVI.	LOUIS XIV. AND HOME ADMINISTRATION.
+CHAPTER XLVII.	LOUIS XIV. AND RELIGION.
+CHAPTER XLVIII.	LOUIS XIV., LITERATURE AND ART.
+
+
+
+
+LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+Henry IV.----11
+
+Sully----37
+
+Henry IV. At Ivry----26
+
+Rosny Castle----30
+
+"Do Not Lose Sight of My White Plume."----30
+
+Alexander Farnese, Duke of Parma----32
+
+Charles de Lorraine, Duke of Mayenne----35
+
+Lemaitre, Mayenne, and the Archbishop of Lyons----53
+
+Henry IV.'s Abjuration----56
+
+The Castle of Monceaux----91
+
+The Castle of St. Germain in the Reign Of Henry IV.--107
+
+The Castle of Fontainbleau----124
+
+Gabrielle D'estrees--130
+
+Henry IV. And his Ministers----138
+
+The Arsenal in the Reign of Henry IV.----143
+
+Marie de Medicis----147
+
+Concini, Leonora Galigai, and Mary De' Medici----149
+
+Louis XIII. And Albert de Luynes----154
+
+Murder of Marshal D'Ancre----155
+
+Richelieu----180
+
+Double Duel----188
+
+"Tapping With his Finger-tips on the Window-pane."----191
+
+Henry, Duke of Montmorency, at Castelnaudary----199
+
+The King and the Cardinal----204
+
+Cinq-Mars and de Thou Going to Execution----215
+
+The Parliament of Paris Reprimanded----217
+
+The Barefoots----221
+
+The Abbot of St. Cyran----234
+
+Demolishing the Fortifications----244
+
+The Harbor of La Rochelle---248
+
+The King and Richelieu at La Rochelle----250
+
+John Guiton's Oath----254
+
+The Defile of Suza Pass----278
+
+Richelieu and Father Joseph----280
+
+Gustavus Adolphus----282
+
+Death of Gustavus and his Page----290
+
+The Palais-Cardinal----305
+
+The Tomb of Richelieu----308
+
+Descartes at Amsterdam----316
+
+The King's Press----323
+
+Peter Corneille----334
+
+The Representation of "The Cid."----335
+
+Corneille at the Hotel Rambouillet---342
+
+Louis XIV.----344
+
+The Great Conde----348
+
+Arrest of Broussel----352
+
+Cardinal de Retz----352
+
+"Ah, Wretch, if Thy Father Saw Thee!"----354
+
+President Mole----355
+
+The Great Mademoiselle----373
+
+Anne of Austria and Cardinal Mazarin----394
+
+Death of Mazarin.----399
+
+Fouquet----404
+
+Colbert----405
+
+Vaux Le Vicomte----405b
+
+Louis XIV. Dismissing Fouquet----407
+
+Louvois----411
+
+William III., Prince of Orange----434
+
+The Brothers Witt----436
+
+Death of Turenne----443
+
+Turenne.----444
+
+An Exploit of John Bart's----446
+
+Duquesne Victorious over Ruyter--446a
+
+Marshal Luxembourg--461
+
+Heinsius----461
+
+Battle of St. Vincent 465a
+
+The Battle of Neerwinden----465
+
+"Here is the King of Spain."----475
+
+News for William III.----481
+
+Bivouac of Louis XIV.----503
+
+The Grand Dauphin----505
+
+Marshal Villars and Prince Eugene----512
+
+Marly----525
+
+Colonnade of the Louvre 525a
+
+Versailles--526
+
+Vauban----534
+
+Misery of the Peasantry----543
+
+The Torture of the Huguenots--552
+
+Revocation of the Edict Of Nantes----556
+
+Death of Roland the Camisard----569
+
+Abbey of Port-Royal----580
+
+Reading the Decree 581
+
+Bossuet----591
+
+Blaise Pascal----597
+
+Fenelon and the Duke of Burgundy----610
+
+La Rochefoucauld and his Fair Friends----629
+
+La Bruyere----633
+
+Corneille Reading to Louis XIV.----642
+
+Racine----646
+
+Boileau-Despreaux----650
+
+La Fontaine, Boileau, Moliere, and Racine----657
+
+Moliere----664
+
+Death of Moliere----669
+
+Lebrun----674
+
+Le Poussin and Claude Lorrain----675
+
+Lesueur----676
+
+Mignard 677
+
+Perrault 678
+
+
+
+
+1715 to 1789
+CHAPTER XLIX.     	LOUIS XIV. AND HIS COURT.
+CHAPTER L.	LOUIS XIV. AND DEATH. 1711-1715.
+CHAPTER LI.	LOUIS XV., THE REGENCY, AND CARDINAL DUBOIS. 1715-1723.
+CHAPTER LII.	LOUIS XV., THE MINISTRY OF CARDINAL FLEURY., 1723-1748.
+CHAPTER LIII.	LOUIS XV., FRANCE IN THE COLONIES. 1745-1763.
+CHAPTER LIV.	LOUIS XV., THE SEVEN YEARS' WAR.
+CHAPTER LV.	LOUIS XV., THE PHILOSOPHERS.
+CHAPTER LVI.	LOUIS XVI., MINISTRY OF M. TURGOT. 1774-1776.
+CHAPTER LVII.	LOUIS XVI., FRANCE ABROAD.--UNITED STATES' WAR
+CHAPTER LVIII.	LOUIS XVI., FRANCE AT HOME.--MINISTRY OF M. NECKER.
+CHAPTER LIX.	LOUIS XVI., M. DE CALONNE AND THE ASSEMBLY OF NOTABLES.
+CHAPTER LX.	LOUIS XVI., CONVOCATION OF THE STATES-GENERAL. 1787-1789.
+
+
+
+
+List of Illustrations
+
+The Grand Monarch in his State Robes----9
+
+Madame de La Valliere----10
+
+Madame de Montespan 12
+
+The Iron Mask----14
+
+Bed-chamber Etiquette----15
+
+Madame de Maintenon and the Duchess of Burgundy.----27
+
+Death of Madame de Maintenon.----34
+
+The King Leaving the Death-bed of Monseigneur----36
+
+Louis XIV. In Old Age----47
+
+The Death-bed of Louis XIV.----50
+
+Versailles at Night----52
+
+The Regent Orleans----54
+
+The Bed of Justice----57
+
+John Law----62
+
+La Rue Quincampoix---68
+
+The Duke and Duchess of Maine----71
+
+Cardinal Dubois----78
+
+Peter the Great and Little Louis XV.----82
+
+Belzunce Amid the Plague-Stricken----96
+
+The Boy King and his People----104
+
+Death of the Regent---107
+
+Louis XV.----110
+
+Cardinal Fleury--110
+
+Mary Leczinska----121
+
+Death of Plelo----130
+
+"Moriamur Pro Rege Nostro."----142
+
+Louis XV. and his Councillors----148
+
+Louis XV. and the Ambassador of Holland----151
+
+Marshal Saxe 154
+
+Battle of Fontenoy----157
+
+Brussels----159
+
+The Citadel of Namur----161
+
+Arrest of Charles Edward----166
+
+Dupleix----168
+
+La Bourdonnais----170
+
+Dupleix Meeting the Soudhabar of The Deccan----174
+
+Death of the Nabob Of The Carnatic----174
+
+Lally at Pondicherry----184
+
+Champlain----190
+
+Death of General Braddock----203
+
+Death of Wolfe----209
+
+Madame de Pompadour----215
+
+Attack on Fort St. Philip----218
+
+Assassination of Louis XV. by Damiens----221
+
+Death of Chevalier D'Assas----233
+
+Antwerp----234
+
+"France, Thy Parliament Will Cut off Thy Head Too!"--249
+
+Defeat of the Corsicans at Golo----256
+
+Montesquieu----269
+
+Fontenelle----274
+
+Voltaire----277
+
+The Rescue of "La Henriade."----283
+
+Arrest of Voltaire----298
+
+Diderot----314
+
+Alembert----317
+
+Diderot and Catherine II.----321
+
+Buffon 323
+
+Rousseau and Madame D'Epinay----338
+
+Louis XVI.----347
+
+Turgot's Dismissal----367
+
+Destruction of the Tea----378
+
+Suffren----413
+
+The Reading of "Paul and Virginia."----427
+
+Necker Hospital----432
+
+Marie Antoinette 456
+
+"There Are My Sledges, Sirs."----458
+
+Lavoisier----465
+
+Cardinal Rohan's Discomfiture----470
+
+Arrest of the Members----502
+
+Genealogical Tables----545
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email
+ccx074@pglaf.org.  Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library,
+UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was
+made.
+
+                     [Picture: Manuscript of Ramund]
+
+
+
+
+
+                                   THE
+                            FOUNTAIN OF MARIBO
+                            AND OTHER BALLADS
+
+
+                                    BY
+                              GEORGE BORROW
+
+                                 LONDON:
+                     PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION
+
+                                   1913
+
+               _Copyright in the United States of America_
+             _by Houghton Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_.
+
+
+
+
+THE FOUNTAIN OF MARIBO
+OR
+THE QUEEN AND THE ALGREVE
+
+
+The Algreve {7} he his bugle wound
+   _The long night all_--
+The Queen in bower heard the sound,
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+The Queen her little page address'd,
+   _The long night all_--
+"To come to me the Greve request,"
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+He came, before the board stood he,
+   _The long night all_--
+"Wherefore, O Queen, has sent for me?"
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+"As soon as e'er my lord is dead,
+   _The long night all_--
+Thou shalt rule o'er my gold so red,"
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+"O speak not, Queen, in such wild style,
+   _The long night all_--
+Thou know'st not who may list the while,"
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+She fondly thought alone they were,
+   _The long night all_--
+There stood the King, to all gave ear,
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+The King two serving men address'd,
+   _The long night all_--
+"To come to me the Queen request,"
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+"Hear thou, my Queen, so fair and sleek,
+   _The long night all_--
+What with the Algreve didst thou speak?"
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+"The speech that I with him did hold,
+   _The long night all_--
+Was all about thy actions bold,"
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+"The King two servants did command,
+   _The long night all_--
+"Bid ye the Greve before me stand,"
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+"Hear thou, my Greve, what with my Queen
+   _The long night all_--
+Didst thou discourse of yestere'en?"
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+"The whole discourse that we did hold,
+   _The long night all_--
+Was of thy virtues manifold,"
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+The King his little page address'd,
+   _The long night all_--
+"To come to me the cook request,"
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+"Thou cook, the Greve to pieces chop,
+   _The long night all_--
+And to thy Lady serve him up,"
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+Long sat the Queen, the meat she eyed,
+   _The long night all_--
+"This is no Roe I'm satisfied,
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+"But 'tis the Greve our hall who grac'd."
+   _The long night all_--
+The pieces she collects in haste,
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+She wrapped them in white ermine skin,
+   _The long night all_--
+A gilded chest she placed them in.
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+She them collects, then wends her slow,
+   _The long night all_--
+Unto the fount of Maribo.
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+She dipped them in the water pure,
+   _The long night all_--
+"Rise, Christian man, I thee conjure!"
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+The man arose, and thanked his God,
+   _The long night all_--
+Then from the country forth he trod.
+   _I'm passion's thrall_.
+
+
+
+
+RAMUND
+
+
+Ramund thought he should a better man be
+   If better apparel arrayed him;
+Of garments of leather, and hemp patch'd together,
+   The Queen then a present made him.
+"These I will not wear," bold Ramund he said,
+   "They beseem me not fair," said Ramund the young.
+
+"Your garments of tow and leather bestow
+   On the cleaners of trencher and platter."
+The Lady to give him fresh clothes was not slow,
+   And of sammet and silk were the latter.
+"Yes, these will I wear," bold Ramund he said,
+   "They beseem me right fair," said Ramund the young.
+
+Ramund he into the shop now hies,
+   Where the best of all tailors was sitting:
+"Now wilt thou, O tailor, so dext'rous and wise,
+   Make clothes for Ramund fitting?"
+"And why should I not?" the tailor he said,
+   "Then thou'lt do well I wot," said Ramund the young.
+
+"Twice twenty-five ells for the breeches take,
+   Fifteen for the points of the breeches;
+And them thou must strong and durable make
+   If thou therein settest stitches."
+"These are too tight," bold Ramund he said,
+   "I can't stride out aright," said Ramund the young.
+
+Now Ramund his ships beside the shore
+   With everything needful prepareth;
+And away, away, the salt ocean o'er
+   To the land of the Jutuns he beareth.
+"We are come to this soil," bold Ramund he said,
+   "And withouten much toil," said Ramund the young.
+
+Ramund he wanders along the strand,
+   There seven tall Giants faced him:
+"If I take Ramund in my left hand
+   I afar from the land will cast him."
+"You'll not do that alone," bold Ramund he said,
+   "Ye must come every one," said Ramund the young.
+
+Ramund drew out his trusty glaive,
+   To which Dymling for name he had given;
+And dead to the earth with seven blows brave
+   He hewed the Jotuns seven.
+"There ye all seven lie," bold Ramund he said,
+   "And still living am I," said Ramund the young.
+
+Ramund walked on till the big Jutt he spied,
+   And to see him he sorely wonder'd;
+For full fifty ells was his carcase wide,
+   And his height was nearly a hundred.
+"What a breadth, what a height!" bold Ramund he said,
+   "Dost wish for a fight?" said Ramund the young.
+
+"Dear Ramund, if thou wilt let me live,
+   And to me no damage wilt proffer,
+I'll bathe thee in wine, and to thee I will give
+   Seven bushels of gold from my coffer."
+"Make 'em eight, if you will," bold Ramund he said,
+   "I will cut thee down still," said Ramund the young.
+
+The first, first day that together they fought
+   With their naked fists they contested;
+Then Ramund he hold of the Jutt's beard caught
+   And the flesh from the teeth he wrested.
+"Thou grinnest full evil, bold Ramund," he said,
+   "Thou look'st worse than the Devil," said Ramund the young.
+
+Next day they set to at the rise of the sun,
+   Again with a rage unexampled;
+The huge stone mountain they stood upon
+   To the earth 'neath their feet was trampled.
+"'Tis hard sport, I swear!" the giant he said,
+   "We began but this year," said Ramund the young.
+
+Then Ramund again to his sword recurred,
+   To which Dymling for name he had given;
+And the head of the Jutt, which no ox could have stirred,
+   He hewed high unto the heaven.
+"'Twould not cut well I thought," bold Ramund he said
+   "Yet it cut as it ought," said Ramund the young.
+
+Ramund he into the mountain strode,
+   Where the small trolds house were keeping;
+The tears fast down their visages flow'd,
+   For Ramund they fell to weeping.
+"Do ye weep for me," bold Ramund he said,
+   "I'll ne'er weep for ye," said Ramund the young.
+
+Now Ramund behold is dealing his blows
+   Like the Kemps most famed for fighting;
+About and around in the cave he goes
+   To the earth the demons smiting.
+"I rule here at my ease," bold Ramund he said,
+   "And can do what I please," said Ramund the young.
+
+On his ship entered he so vehemently
+   That it cracked his vehemence under;
+In the ship the men all began loudly to bawl
+   And thought they should certainly founder.
+"We shall not sink here," bold Ramund he said,
+   "So ye need not to fear," said Ramund the young.
+
+Now Ramund he straight seven ships did freight
+   With the gold which the Trolds had hoarded;
+Then across the tide to the land he hied
+   O'er which the Emperor lorded.
+"To this land we are come," bold Ramund he said,
+   "We no farther will roam," said Ramund the young.
+
+On the white sand Ramund his anchor flung,
+   The high prow strandward turning;
+And the very first man to land that sprung
+   Was himself, with eagerness burning.
+"Now do nothing more," bold Ramund he said,
+   "All labour give o'er," said Ramund the young.
+
+To the Ball-house he sped, where the kempions play'd
+   At ball with glee and vigour;
+But at his coming all stood adread,
+   At the sight of so fierce a figure.
+"Pretty sport is this same," bold Ramund he said,
+   "I'll make one in the game," said Ramund the young.
+
+With fear and dismay upon his brow
+   From a window the Emperor gazes:
+"O who is that man in the yard below
+   That makes such horrible faces?"
+"'Tis I, and with glee," bold Ramund he said,
+   "I'll do battle with thee," said Ramund the young.
+
+Ramund he struck on his sword amain,
+   The earth to its centre trembled;
+The small birds swooned and fell on the plain,
+   On the bough that were singing assembled.
+"Come down to me, knave," bold Ramund he said,
+   "Or by God I shall rave," said Ramund the young.
+
+Ramund he into the door now trode,
+   His face like a burning ember:
+"Though iron and steel oppose my road
+   I'll penetrate to his chamber."
+"Now be on thy guard," bold Ramund he said,
+   "I'm about to strike hard," said Ramund the young.
+
+On the door Ramund smote with an iron bar stout,
+   The castle was rent and parted;
+'Neath that blow's power nod wall and tower,
+   From their place the windows started.
+"You see I broke in," bold Ramund he said,
+   "Now at stake is thy skin," said Ramund the young.
+
+"Dear Ramund, dear Ramund, my life now spare,
+   And with benefits thee I'll cover;
+I'll give thee my youngest daughter fair,
+   And the half of the land I rule over."
+"Can take all any tide," bold Ramund he said,
+   "And thy daughter beside," said Ramund the young.
+
+Ramund then drew out Dymling his blade,
+   Of his valour the trusty assistant;
+And he hewed at the Emperor so that his head
+   Flew fifteen furlongs distant.
+"I thought 'twould not sever," bold Ramund he said,
+   "But the blood runs however," said Ramund the young.
+
+
+
+
+ALF OF ODDERSKIER
+
+
+Alf he dwells at Odderskier,
+   Is rich and bold withal;
+Two stout and stalwart sons has he
+   Whom men do kempions call.
+
+Yes, two stout sons of mighty fame
+   Has Alf of Odderskier;
+Of the king who dwells on Upsal fells
+   They love the daughter fair.
+
+It was youthful Helmer Kamp,
+   From stall his courser led;
+"O I will hie me up the land
+   And the king's fair daughter wed."
+
+It was youthful Angelfyr
+   He sprang on his courser's back:
+"And I will ride to Upsal too,
+   Though the earth beneath me crack."
+
+And when they entered the castle yard
+   They doffed their cloaks of skin;
+Then straight they strode to the high, high hall,
+   To the monarch of Upsal in.
+
+In came youthful Helmer Kamp,
+   With grace and beauty rife:
+"O King, thy daughter dear I love,
+   Wilt give her me for wife?"
+
+In came youthful Angelfyr,
+   His steely helmet shone:
+"O King, give up thy daughter to me,
+   And straight from the land begone."
+
+Then answered soon the Upsal-King,
+   And a brave reply he gave:
+"On my daughter I'll no husband force,
+   She'll choose whom she will have."
+
+"Now many thanks, dear father, that
+   Thou leav'st the choice to me;
+I'll plight me to young Helmer Kamp,
+   He's like a man to see.
+
+"But I'll not have young Angelfyr,
+   He's an ugly Trold to view;
+His father so is, his mother so is,
+   So are all his kindred too."
+
+Then answered the young Angelfyr,
+   So sorely wroth he grew:
+"Come, brother, come to the court-yard down,
+   For her we will battle do."
+
+Then up and spake the Upsal King,
+   And the Upsal King did say:
+"The swords are sharp, the swains are stark,
+   There'll be, I trow, good play."
+
+Alf he stands at Odderskier,
+   And he listens the mountains tow'rds;
+Then must he hear so far, far off
+   The clash of his children's swords.
+
+And that heard Alf of Odderskier,
+   So far across the down:
+"What have my sons now got in hand?
+   Why so wrathful are they grown?"
+
+He tarried then so short a space,
+   He sprang on his courser red;
+And he arrived at Upsala
+   Before his sons lay dead.
+
+"Now tell me, youthful Helmer Kamp,
+   Tell me my dearest son,
+Wherefore so free from thy flesh and bone
+   Those bloody rivers run?"
+
+Then answered the young Helmer Kamp,
+   As he writhed him round with pain;
+This Angelfyr, my brother, has done
+   Since the maid he could not gain.
+
+I have full fifteen mortal wounds,
+   They are blent with poison all;
+But if I had only one of them,
+   I dead full soon must fall."
+
+"Now list to me, young Angelfyr,
+   Beloved son of mine;
+Say, wherefore trembles so the sword,
+   In that good hand of thine?"
+
+"Ask'st thou why trembles so the sword
+   In this right hand of mine?
+Because I've eighteen mortal wounds,
+   And to hurt me they combine.
+
+"I have full eighteen mortal wounds,
+   And each so deadly sore;
+If I had only one of them
+   I could not live an hour."
+
+It was Alf of Odderskier,
+   An oak by the root uptore;
+It was the young Helmer Kamp
+   Whom dead he laid in gore.
+
+Now lie the valiant kempions two,
+   Within a single grave;
+And the King to his daughter cannot give
+   The swain whom she will have.
+
+Sore sorrows Alf of Odderskier,
+   His valiant children slain.
+Whilst Upsal's King may still at home
+   His daughter fair retain.
+
+                                 LONDON:
+               Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
+
+                   _Edition limited to Thirty Copies_.
+
+
+
+
+Footnote:
+
+
+{7}  A title of dignity, equivalent to that of Count.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Produced by David Edwards, KarenD, and the Online
+Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This
+file was produced from images generously made available
+by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.)
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+
+
+
+  OUT
+
+  _of the_
+
+  NORTH
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+  HOWARD V. SUTHERLAND
+
+
+
+
+_BY THE SAME AUTHOR_
+
+
+  IDYLLS OF GREECE _Series One_
+  IDYLLS OF GREECE _Series Two_
+  THE WOMAN WHO COULD
+  THE LEGEND OF LOVE
+  IDAS AND MARPESSA
+
+
+
+
+_OUT OF THE NORTH_
+
+
+
+[Illustration: JOAQUIN MILLER]
+
+
+
+  _OUT OF THE
+  NORTH_
+
+
+  _By_
+  _Howard V. Sutherland_
+
+
+  _With a Foreword by_
+  _Joaquin Miller_
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+  _New York_
+  _Desmond FitzGerald, Inc._
+  _Mcmxiii_
+
+
+  _Copyright 1913 by_
+  DESMOND FITZGERALD, INC.
+
+
+_To_ FREDERICK H. RANDALL
+
+
+
+
+_CONTENTS_
+
+
+                                                                 Page
+  _Frontispiece, Joaquin Miller, Dawson, Y. T._
+  _Foreword by Joaquin Miller_
+  _The Northern Light_                                              1
+  _In Winter_                                                       2
+  _Lyric_                                                           3
+  _Dark Days_                                                       4
+  _The Unanswerable_                                                5
+  _Vain Dreams_                                                     6
+  _December_                                                        7
+  _The Unassuageable_                                               8
+  _Father Judge S. F._                                              9
+  _The Light-o'-Love_                                           10-11
+  _Two Quests_                                                     12
+  _The Return of the Sun_                                          13
+  _Klondyke Roses_                                                 14
+  _A Song for the Return of Birds_                                 15
+  _The Forest Cotillion_                                           16
+  _The Spruces of the Forest_                                      17
+  _The Wild Lover_                                                 18
+  _Homeward Bound_                                                 19
+  _Approaching Night_                                              20
+
+
+
+
+FOREWORD
+
+
+Songs from a far-away world; a cry from another sphere. To those of
+us who once experienced the still and pitiless cold, a cry terribly
+suggestive of the horror-charged gloom, of the icy silence as
+unbroken as that of unfathomable deeps, of the stern and
+uncompromising individuality of a disturbed and vengeful North.
+
+Yet one is also reminded that, even in the Klondyke, in due season
+the brooding spruces are awakened from slumber by the songs of
+happy-throated songsters, that the melancholy of the forest is
+brightened by gay flowers. The weight is then lifted from men's
+hearts; singing is heard in the cabin, and the sound of laughter on
+the trail. When the mighty Yukon is open to the Behring Sea, the far
+North is in touch with the world and men are glad.
+
+But the Arctic summer is short-lived. The days of the bird and the
+flower and the rippling creeks are numbered. Soon the sky turns grey,
+the wind chants the sun's requiem, the snow falls; and then returns
+the cold, the gloom, the feeling of isolation, the indescribable
+terror.
+
+I heard these songs sung in the Arctic, the singer at my side--these
+songs of nature, songs of hope, home, heart. They seem a part of my
+life. I heard them as the cry of a lone bird in the vast silence of
+eternal snows.
+
+  JOAQUIN MILLER
+  THE HEIGHTS, CAL.
+  _Nov. 15th '99_
+
+
+
+
+_The Northern Light_
+
+
+    Who drapes that mystic veil across that everbrooding sky?
+      Who hues it with a soul of pearl? Who draws it to and fro?
+    Who breathes upon it with the breath that makes it glow and die,
+      Lighting that crystal river, those mountains cowl'd with snow?
+
+
+
+
+_In Winter_
+
+
+    Beneath the snow the mosses sleep
+      Amid the forest's silence;
+    Above, the stately birches keep
+        Unbroken vigils.
+
+    The spruce trees dream of summer hours
+      And birds that carrolled sweetly,
+    Of gentle winds and smiling flowers
+        That died too quickly.
+
+
+
+
+_Lyric_
+
+
+    Tell me, tell me, gentle stars,
+      Ever watchful, ever bright,
+    From your stations in the sky
+      Do you see my love to-night?
+
+    White the snow beneath my feet,
+      Whiter far her holy breast;
+    Peaceful are the mighty woods,
+      But her eyes are soft with rest.
+
+    Sweet the scent of spruce and pine,
+      Sweeter, though, her fragrant breath;
+    Tell her, tell her, gentle stars,
+      I am hers alone till death.
+
+
+
+
+_Dark Days_
+
+
+    The sun has left his throne,
+      The sky is leaden-hued;
+    The hopeless winds bemoan,
+      In icy aisles, their fate.
+
+    All day the shadows press
+      About the forest's nuns,
+    That dream in loneliness
+      Their dreams of birds and spring.
+
+
+
+
+_The Unanswerable_
+
+
+    O sombre skies that ever mourn,
+      O silent skies so grey and stern,
+    Are ye the curtains of that bourne
+      Where we at last our fate must learn?
+
+    Is it behind your gloomy veil
+      The Judge with Book of Judgment stands?
+    Where we must pass, with faces pale,
+      Awaiting judgment at His hands?
+
+    O sombre skies that frown all day
+      Upon us hopeless, hapless men,
+    When Death shall beckon us away
+      What happens then? What happens then?
+
+
+
+
+_Vain Dreams_
+
+
+    The trees, my sisters, robed in white,
+          Now dream of spring;
+    Of sun-lit day and fragrant night,
+          Of birds that sing.
+
+    They little think that I can tell
+          About their pain;
+    They do not know I dream as well
+          A dream most vain.
+
+
+
+
+_December_
+
+
+    Beneath a shroud of unpolluted white,
+      The frozen hills lie silent and asleep;
+      And moveless spruce and ghostly birches keep
+    Their silent vigils through the endless night.
+    The frozen creeks, long voiceless, partly veiled
+      'Neath drifting snow, dream fondly of the trees;
+      Within the woods no bird's song and no breeze
+    Make wondrous music when the skies have paled.
+    The kingly sun ne'er sends his laughing rays
+      To wake the hills and warm the trees and streams;
+      His face is hid, and hid are now the beams
+    That woke the world on long-dead summer days.
+    The patient moon with all her silent train
+      Of maiden stars patrols the roads on high,
+      And watches well all things that sleeping lie
+    Till Spring's first song shall waken them again.
+    The white world sleeps, and all is very still,
+      Except when rises on the frosted air
+      From out its chilly and forbidding lair
+    A lone wolf's howl, long-drawn and terrible.
+
+
+
+
+_The Unassuageable_
+
+
+    I sometimes hear among the snow-clad trees
+    The lone wind chanting solemn symphonies.
+
+    I sometimes smell, while yet the woods are bare,
+    The breath of unborn blossoms in the air.
+
+    I am at times aware of gentle sighs
+    There where the creek, ice-fettered, dreaming lies.
+
+    I sometimes witness when the air is still
+    Unearthly splendors on the white-robed hill.
+
+    I sometimes read in flashing stars at night
+    Mysterious promises of future light.
+
+    But what can make a spirit's anguish less,
+    Or ease a heart's eternal loneliness?
+
+
+
+
+_Father Judge, S. F._
+
+
+    Here was a man, a humble minister
+    Beloved of all in northern latitudes
+    Who knew the value of the kingly heart
+    That beat beneath his worn and priestly coat.
+
+    A soldier he, who ne'er forsook his post;
+    Whose actions were more numerous than words;
+    His soul was God's; his heart and body man's--
+    Nothing his own except our gratitude.
+
+    Worn e'er his time by hardship none may know
+    Who shirked the bitter schooling of the North,
+    He passed away, and now forever stands
+    As close to God as gentle Damien.
+
+
+
+
+_The Light-o'-Love_
+
+
+    The dogs were whining; they sensed too well
+      The load upon the sled;
+    The rough-hewn box with the light-o'-love--
+          A girl, 'twas said.
+
+    A week ago, at the Palace Bar,
+      She sang the songs of France;
+    But many a heart is lead the while
+          The feet must dance.
+
+    Kisses she gave and kisses she took,
+      Sinned for her daily bread;
+    But all we knew as we eyed the box
+          Was: she was dead.
+
+    We placed upon it (How much it hurt
+      Only the good God knows!)
+    A gaud she had worn in her dusky hair--
+          A paper rose.
+
+    A crumpled thing that seemed beautiful
+      To lonely, broken men,
+    Hinting of fairer flowers and things
+          Beyond our ken.
+
+    We thought of her as we closed her door
+      As somebody's little child;
+    As somebody's darling, lost, long lost,
+          But undefiled.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    The grey above us, the white beneath;
+      Chill silence everywhere;
+    Yet deep in our hearts we knew that God
+          Was also there.
+
+    We knew, far better than others know
+      Whose ways are bright and glad,
+    His judgments are very merciful
+          On good and bad.
+
+    Our little sister was now at peace.
+      The snow began to fall.
+    The flakes soon hid that gift of ours
+          Beneath their pall.
+
+    Under the white, white flakes the rose,
+      Crumpled, tawdry and red;
+    Hinting the pity which all men need
+          When they are dead.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    The dogs still whined as they dragged the sled
+      To where the spruces dream;
+    And there we left her, a wayward child,
+          At rest in Him.
+
+
+
+
+_Two Quests_
+
+
+    Every day I watch men go
+      Up the trail
+    Seeking gold. It is a show
+    Worth the watching; much I know
+          About the game.
+
+    In the dead of night they creep
+      Past my door;
+    But I hear them in my sleep,
+    And I pity. Very steep
+          The road to Fame.
+
+
+
+
+_The Return of the Sun_
+
+
+    Winter is passing. The inconstant sun--
+    Neglectful lover, therefore doubly dear--
+    Kisses the stern, white faces of the hills,
+    Melting their hearts to tenderness again;
+    Kisses the earth, still shiv'ring 'neath its shroud,
+    And whispers it of blossoms to be born.
+    Kisses the boughs and lures the fresh young leaves,
+    Spring's verdant heralds, from their hiding place;
+    Kisses the trees and tells them of bright birds
+    Seeking new homes for merry families.
+
+    Winter is passing. The inconstant sun--
+    Neglectful lover, therefore doubly dear--
+    Enters the hearts of long despondent men,
+    Bidding them smile and be consoled again;
+    Enters their souls and whispers them of God,
+    Of distant homes and friends that pray for them;
+    Enters our cabins and dispels the gloom
+    Of soundless days and never-ending nights;
+    Enters our eyes and bids us rise and see
+    Winter's interment, mourn'd by laughing Spring.
+
+
+
+
+_Klondyke Roses_
+
+
+    When melts at last the lingering snow
+      In sunny days of May or June,
+    Amid the velvet mosses grow
+        Shy roses, fragrant-smelling.
+    A fated sisterhood is theirs,
+      They sigh their souls out wistfully;
+    No bee makes love to them or hears
+        Their tender love a-telling.
+
+    They dream, perhaps, of distant lands,
+      (O lands, that seem as far-off spheres;)
+    Of love-lit eyes and tender hands
+        That pluck far happier roses.
+    But while they dream the days pass by
+      And August comes with ebon nights,
+    And sombre is September's sky--
+        And then their sad life closes.
+
+
+
+
+_A Song for the Return of Birds_
+
+
+    Haste, little songsters, and return
+      To your nests in the silent wood;
+    The birches are lonely and they yearn
+      For your twittering brotherhood.
+    The leaves are green on the wakened trees
+      And the snow has left the moss;
+          The sighing breeze
+          With its symphonies
+      Suggests our greatest loss--
+    Haste, little birds, haste home!
+
+    Haste little songsters, for the Spring
+      Has come with her laughing train
+    Of radiant blossoms; and now the King
+      Is here, and the pattering rain.
+    The nights are warm and the days are long,
+      There is no more ice or frost;
+          And oh! we long
+          For a songbird's song,
+      For a music the woods have lost--
+    Haste, little birds, haste home!
+
+
+
+
+_The Forest Cotillion_
+
+
+    When the wind is joyous-hearted it stirs the graceful spruces,
+    And they nod at one another and toss their arms in abandon;
+    Then they sway their supple bodies in wonderful undulations,
+    Keeping a perfect time with the wind's mysterious music.
+
+    Then the watchmen of the forest, the solemn and silent birches,
+    Bend stiffly their stately heads, saluting their laughing sisters;
+    And the alders wake from slumber, and the willows grieve no longer
+    When the wild wind woos the stream and sets the trees a-dancing.
+
+
+
+
+_The Spruces of the Forest_
+
+
+    Unhappy trees, beneath whose graceful branches
+      No lovers walk, no children ever play;
+    Who never hear the sound of girlish laughter,
+      But pass in gloom your silent lives away;
+    I wonder if ye heed me as I press
+    My heart to yours in utter loneliness.
+
+    I wonder if ye see me as I wander
+      Along the trail no feet but mine e'er tread;
+    I wonder if ye hear me when I murmur
+      The name of one who might as well be dead
+    So far away, so very far is she--
+    I wonder if ye heed and pity me?
+
+
+
+
+_The Wild Lover_
+
+
+    Sway your lithe arms, ye graceful trees,
+      The wind is out a-wooing!
+    Ye may be many, yet he sees
+      A way to your undoing.
+
+          Ye need not fear,
+          Though birds may hear
+              Your whispers or your sighs;
+          Or tell the night
+          Of your delight--
+              Nay, Nay, the birds are wise.
+
+    Your vestiture of maiden green
+      Doth very well adorn ye;
+    The wind will deem each one a queen,
+      And woo. He dare not scorn ye!
+
+
+
+
+
+
+_Homeward Bound_
+
+
+    I have ventured on many a journey,
+        By land and sea;
+    And whether success or failure
+        Was granted me,
+    It mattered but very little--
+    It is good to be Homeward Bound.
+
+    When thou bravest the final voyage,
+        And thou must steer
+    Across the mysterious ocean,
+        Friend, have no fear;
+    There is only one port for the sailors
+    When once they are Homeward Bound!
+
+
+
+
+_Approaching Night_
+
+
+    The lower'd skies are grey; the trees are bare.
+      A week ago they gleam'd in splendid rows
+    Of gold and crimson; now in gaunt despair
+      They stand like ghosts above new-fallen snows.
+
+    The world seems even greyer than the skies.
+      'Twas yesterday the homeward-honking geese
+    Fled as from death. They know too well what lies
+      Behind this sinister, foreboding peace!
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Out of the North, by Howard V. Sutherland
+
+
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+by Harvard University Library\'s Open Collections Program,
+Women Working 1800 - 1930)
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+
+GIRL SCOUTS
+
+THEIR HISTORY AND PRACTICE
+
+
+"_Be Prepared_"
+
+[Illustration: Emblem]
+
+[Illustration: LESSONS IN FOOD CONSERVATION]
+
+
+GIRL SCOUTS
+Incorporated
+NATIONAL HEADQUARTERS
+189 Lexington Avenue
+_New York City_
+
+
+_Series No. 6_
+
+
+
+
+GIRL SCOUTS
+
+
+MOTTO
+"_Be Prepared_"
+
+[Illustration: Emblem]
+
+
+SLOGAN
+"_Do A Good Turn Daily_"
+
+
+PROMISE
+
+          On My Honor, I Will Try:
+    To do my duty to God and to my Country
+    To help other people at all times
+    To obey the Scout Laws
+
+
+LAWS
+
+     I A Girl Scout's Honor is to be trusted.
+    II A Girl Scout is loyal.
+   III A Girl Scout's Duty is to be useful and to help others.
+    IV A Girl Scout is a friend to all, and a sister to every
+         other Girl Scout.
+     V A Girl Scout is Courteous.
+    VI A Girl Scout is a friend to Animals.
+   VII A Girl Scout obeys Orders.
+  VIII A Girl Scout is Cheerful.
+    IX A Girl Scout is Thrifty.
+     X A Girl Scout is Clean in Thought, Word and Deed.
+
+
+
+
+GIRL SCOUTS
+
+
+_History of the American Girl Scouts._ When Sir Robert Baden-Powell
+founded the Boy Scout movement in England, it proved too attractive and
+too well adapted to youth to make it possible to limit its great
+opportunities to boys alone. The Sister organization, known in England
+as the Girl Guides, quickly followed it and won equal success.
+
+Mrs. Juliette Low, an American visitor in England, and a personal friend
+of the father of Scouting, realized the tremendous future of the
+movement for her country; and with the active and friendly co-operation
+of the Baden-Powells, she founded the Girl Guides in America, enrolling
+the first patrols in Savannah, Georgia, in March, 1912.
+
+In 1913 National Headquarters were established in Washington, D.C., and
+the name changed to Girl Scouts.
+
+In 1915 the organization was incorporated with the legal title, Girl
+Scouts, Incorporated.
+
+In 1916 National Headquarters were moved to New York and the methods and
+standards of what was plainly to be a nation-wide organization became
+established on a broad, practical basis.
+
+The first National Convention was held in 1915, and each succeeding year
+has shown a larger and more enthusiastic body of delegates and a public
+more and more interested in this steadily growing army of girls and
+young women who are learning in the happiest way to combine patriotism,
+outdoor activities of every kind, skill in every branch of domestic
+science and high standards of community service.
+
+Every side of the girl's nature is brought out and developed by
+enthusiastic captains, who join in the games and various forms of
+training and encourage team work and fair play. For the instruction of
+the captains, national camps and training schools are being established
+all over the country; and the schools and churches everywhere are
+co-operating eagerly with this great recreational movement, which they
+realize adds something to the life of the growing girl that they have
+been unable to supply.
+
+Colleges are offering fellowships in scouting as a serious course for
+would-be captains, and prominent citizens in every part of the country
+are identifying themselves with local councils in an advisory and
+helpful capacity. At the present writing, nearly 60,000 girls and more
+than 3,000 captains represent the original little troop in
+Savannah--surely a satisfying sight for our Founder and National
+President, when she realizes what a healthy sprig she has transplanted
+from the Mother Country!
+
+_Aims._ While the aims of Scouting are similar to those of the schools,
+the church and the home, its methods are less direct and success depends
+upon the attraction which the program has for the girls. Belonging to an
+organization, the uniform, such novel activities as knot-tying, hiking,
+signalling and drilling, the chance for leadership, the laws to which
+they voluntarily subscribe and the recognition of ability by the system
+of giving badges are the distinctive elements of Scouting. They succeed
+in bringing about improved health, approved standards of behavior
+towards others, a general arousing of the imagination as well as
+practical knowledge.
+
+The ideal background for the entire program is cheerful companionship in
+the open.
+
+_Standards._ The standards of the Girl Scouts are expressed in their
+Laws and Promise, their Motto and Slogan which are as follows:
+
+
+Laws
+
+     _I_ A Girl Scout's Honor is to be trusted.
+    _II_ A Girl Scout is loyal.
+   _III_ A Girl Scout's Duty is to be useful and to help others.
+    _IV_ A Girl Scout is a friend to all, and a sister to every
+           other Scout.
+     _V_ A Girl Scout is Courteous.
+    _VI_ A Girl Scout is a friend to Animals.
+   _VII_ A Girl Scout obeys Orders.
+  _VIII_ A Girl Scout is Cheerful.
+    _IX_ A Girl Scout is Thrifty.
+     _X_ A Girl Scout is Clean in Thought, Word and Deed.
+
+
+Promise
+
+          On my Honor, I Will try:
+    To do my duty to God and to my Country
+    To help other people at all times
+    To obey the Scout Laws.
+
+
+Motto
+
+"Be Prepared"
+
+
+Slogan
+
+"Do a Good Turn Daily"
+
+
+The best results are obtained by emphasizing the fact that these ways
+are the girl's own idea of the way to live, her choice. Success in
+expressing one's own ideas never fails to give satisfaction. Clever
+parents and teachers make use of this. "A Scout is cheerful" is a more
+effective method of influencing a girl, for instance, than any amount of
+advice on the subject.
+
+It seems to be more and more difficult to induce girls to learn or
+practice housework. For the average woman this is still necessary, and
+the more advanced schools have taken it up. For the girl whom neither
+the home nor the school has been able to reach, Scouting offers a most
+successful and attractive means of getting the practical information to
+the young generation. They will do for "merit badges," in other words,
+what they will not do for their mothers or teachers.
+
+An effective manner of upholding and exercising these standards, is, as
+has been abundantly proved by the great war, the uniform. Earning and
+proving worthy of it stimulates child, girl and woman alike. Uniform and
+ceremony, not overemphasized, but duly insisted upon, have a profound
+significance to the human race, and teach us to sink the individual
+interests and raise the standards of the group.
+
+_Leadership and The Patrol System._ In general a troop should not
+contain more than thirty or forty girls. Many very experienced captains
+have larger troops when they have several lieutenants to assist them.
+The troops are divided into groups, or patrols of eight and treated as
+units, each under its own responsible leader. An invaluable step in
+character building is to put responsibility on the individual. This is
+done in electing a Patrol Leader to be responsible for the control of
+her Patrol. Leaders should serve a limited time and every girl in a
+patrol should have the experience of serving some time during her
+membership. It is up to her to take hold and develop the qualities of
+each girl in her Patrol. It sounds a big order, but in practice it
+works. With a friendly rivalry established between patrols a patrol
+esprit de corps is developed and each girl in that patrol realizes that
+she is herself a responsible unit and that the honor of her group
+depends on her efficiency in playing the game. The patrol system is an
+essential feature in Scouting. When this is lost sight of and the
+attitude of a teacher is adopted, making the troop a _class_, the vital
+spirit or meaning of Scouting is missed entirely. Although a powerful
+personality always can succeed with young people, in individual
+instances, it would be impossible to get enough of these people to make
+any impression upon the thousands of girls in the organization.
+Moreover, the average child is already overloaded with things to learn.
+What nobody teaches her is how to control herself, and thus learn to
+control others and take her share of responsibility. The whole Scouting
+technique is adapted to exactly this idea and the patrol leader is the
+key note of it.
+
+_The troop whose captain is (apparently) not managing it, but whose
+girls manage themselves under the Scout laws, is the ideal troop._
+
+_The Court of Honor._ The Patrol Leaders and their "seconds" form the
+"Court of Honor," which manages the internal affairs of the troop. Its
+institution is the best guarantee for permanent vitality and success for
+the troop. It takes a great deal of minor routine work off the shoulders
+of the Scout captain, and at the same time gives to the girls a real
+responsibility and a serious outlook on the affairs of their troop. It
+was mainly due to the Patrol Leaders and to the Courts of Honor that the
+British Boy Scouts were able to carry on useful work during the war. The
+Court of Honor decides rewards and punishments, and interprets rules in
+individual instances.
+
+_Methods._ Not only should the activities be those which they are not
+getting through other channels, but they should be presented in ways
+which attract the girls. It should never be forgotten that Scouting is
+chosen by the girls because it _interests them_. Use as bait the food
+the fish likes. If you bait your hook with the kind of food that you
+yourself like, unless you happen to have a natural affinity for young
+people, it is probable that you will not catch many. If the Scouting
+program fails to interest girls, they will find something that does.
+
+The program should be varied, and never iron-clad, but adapted to fill
+the needs of the special girl. Examples: Few city girls have much chance
+to be in the country. An effort should be made to get them out on hikes,
+and week-end camping trips. Some homes and schools do not teach the
+girls such practical things as cooking, bedmaking, while some groups of
+girls have no conception of obligation to other people or any sense of
+citizenship. In each case, the wise captain attempts to discover the
+novel activity, which besides being helpful, will attract the girls. The
+wise captain does not expect girls to pay great attention to any one
+subject for very long, and does not teach or lecture. They get enough of
+that in school. The captain is rather a sort of older playfellow who
+lets the girl choose activities which interest her and she will learn
+for herself.
+
+Most of the activities will be of the nature of play. Play is always a
+means to mental and physical development. The best play leads towards
+adult forms of leadership, co-operation, entertaining, artistic
+execution and community service.
+
+Any captain who finds herself judging her troop's efficiency by the old
+fashioned system of examination marks based on a hundred per cent scale,
+shows herself out of touch not only with the Scouting spirit, but with
+the whole trend of modern education today. When the tendency of great
+universities is distinctly toward substituting psychological tests for
+examinations, when the United States Army picks its officers by such
+tests, it would be absurd for a young people's recreational movement to
+wear its members out by piling such work on captain and scout!
+
+Examinations and tests should lay weight on what can be _done_ within
+time limits and in first class form; also on the effort expended by the
+girls, and not on what can be _written or recited_. Young people love
+such tests--which relate closely to games--and they are of great
+practical value in daily life. They are the tests we meet every day.
+They interest the community to watch and experts are always ready and
+interested to judge them. But nobody is interested in examination
+papers, and school children and especially captains should not be taxed
+with more than the absolute necessity of proving a candidate's fair
+grasp of the subject.
+
+In this connection great latitude should be allowed for the captain's
+knowledge of her girls and their real ability and attitude. The girls
+are also good judges of each other. Remember that the girl with the best
+examination paper is not necessarily the best Scout.
+
+_The Council._ The Patrol System, under the captain, is the vital
+_inside_ of Scouting: in order to tie the organization closely to the
+community, the council must be well selected, strong and active. An
+ideal council should represent the best homes in the community, the
+church and the school. Some leading woman, whose acquaintance is wide,
+should most certainly be on it, in order to help the captain out with a
+list of people qualified to judge the merit badges, for instance.
+Interested women who will help in camps, hikes, sales, moving picture
+benefits, rallies are most necessary, and the captain should feel no
+hesitation in asking advice or help from her council. At least one
+member whose daughter is in the local troop should be a practical link
+between the home and the troop, but all members should make a point of
+understanding the principles and distinctive methods of Scouting and see
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+UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS
+
+MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY
+
+Volume 14, No. 17, pp. 483-491, 2 figs.
+March 2, 1964
+
+
+Records of the Fossil Mammal
+Sinclairella, Family Apatemyidae,
+From the Chadronian and Orellan
+
+
+BY
+
+WILLIAM A. CLEMENS, JR.
+
+
+UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS
+LAWRENCE
+1964
+
+
+UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY
+
+Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, Henry S. Fitch,
+Theodore H. Eaton, Jr.
+
+Volume 14, No. 17, pp. 483-491, 2 figs.
+Published March 2, 1964
+
+UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS
+Lawrence, Kansas
+
+PRINTED BY
+HARRY (BUD) TIMBERLAKE, STATE PRINTER
+TOPEKA, KANSAS
+
+1964
+
+
+29-8587
+
+
+
+
+Records of the Fossil Mammal
+Sinclairella, Family Apatemyidae,
+From the Chadronian and Orellan
+
+BY
+
+WILLIAM A. CLEMENS, JR.
+
+
+Introduction
+
+
+The family Apatemyidae has a long geochronological range in North
+America, beginning in the Torrejonian land-mammal age, but is
+represented by a relatively small number of fossils found at a few
+localities. Two fossils of Orellan age, found in northeastern Colorado
+and described here, demonstrate that the geochronological range of the
+Apatemyidae extends into the Middle Oligocene. Isolated teeth of
+_Sinclairella dakotensis_ Jepsen, part of a sample of a Chadronian
+local fauna collected by field parties from the Webb School of
+California, are also described.
+
+     I thank Mr. Raymond M. Alf, Webb School of California,
+     Claremont, California, and Dr. Peter Robinson, University of
+     Colorado Museum, Boulder, Colorado, for permitting me to
+     describe the fossils they discovered. Also Dr. Robinson made
+     available the draft of a short paper he had prepared on the
+     tooth found in Weld County, Colorado; his work was
+     facilitated by a grant from the University of Colorado
+     Council on Research and Creative Work. I also gratefully
+     acknowledge receipt of critical data and valuable comments
+     from Drs. Edwin C. Galbreath, Glenn L. Jepsen, and Malcolm
+     C. McKenna who is currently revising the Paleocene
+     apatemyids and studying the phylogenetic relationships of
+     the family. The prefixes of catalogue numbers used in the
+     text identify fossils in the collections of the following
+     institutions: KU, Museum of Natural History, The University
+     of Kansas, Lawrence; Princeton, Princeton Museum, Princeton,
+     New Jersey; RAM-UCR, Raymond Alf Museum, Webb School of
+     California, Claremont, California (the permanent repository
+     for these specimens will be the University of California,
+     Riverside); and UCM, University of Colorado Museum, Boulder,
+     Colorado. The system of notations for teeth prescribed for
+     use here is as follows: teeth in the upper half of the
+     dentition are designated by a capital letter and a number;
+     thus M2 is the notation for the upper second molar; teeth in
+     the lower half of the dentition are designated by a
+     lower-case letter and a number; thus p2 is the notation for
+     the lower second premolar.
+
+
+
+
+Family APATEMYIDAE Matthew, 1909
+
+Genus =Sinclairella= Jepsen, 1934
+
+=Sinclairella dakotensis= Jepsen, 1934
+
+
+The type of the species, Princeton no. 13585, was discovered in
+Chadronian strata of the upper part of the Chadron Formation cropping
+out in Big Corral Draw, approximately 13 miles south-southwest of
+Scenic, in southwestern South Dakota (Jepsen, 1934, p. 291). Detailed
+descriptions of the type specimen are given in papers by Jepsen (1934)
+and Scott and Jepsen (1936). Isolated teeth of Chadronian age referable
+to _Sinclairella dakotensis_ have been discovered subsequently at a
+locality in Nebraska and fossils of Orellan age, also referable to _S.
+dakotensis_, have been collected at two localities in Colorado. The
+sample from each locality is described separately.
+
+
+Sioux County, northwestern Nebraska
+
+     _Material._--RAM-UCR nos. 381, left M1; 598, left m2; 1000,
+     right m1; 1001, right m2; 1079, right m2; 1674, right M2;
+     and 3013, left m2.
+
+     _Locality and stratigraphy._--These Chadronian fossils were
+     discovered by Raymond Alf and members of his field parties
+     in several harvester ant mounds built in exposures of the
+     Chadron Formation in Sec. 26, T 33 N, R 53 W, Sioux County,
+     Nebraska (Alf, 1962, and Hough and Alf, 1958). This is UCR
+     locality V5403. The collectors carefully considered the
+     possibility that some of the fossils found in the ant mounds
+     were collected from younger strata by the harvester ants and
+     concluded this was unlikely (Alf, personal communication).
+
+     _Description and comments._--The cusps of RAM-UCR no. 381, a
+     left M1, are sharp and the wear-facets resulting from
+     occlusion with the lower dentition are small. The paraconule
+     is a low, ill-defined cusp on the anterior margin of the
+     crown; a metaconule is not present. A smooth stylar shelf is
+     present labial to the metacone. The crown was supported by
+     three roots. There are no interradicular crests.
+
+     The crown of RAM-UCR no. 1674, a right M2, is heavily
+     abraded and many morphological details of the cusps have
+     been destroyed. Low interradicular crests linked the three
+     roots of the tooth with a low, central prominence. As was
+     the case with RAM-UCR no. 381, no significant differences
+     could be found in comparisons with illustrations of the
+     teeth preserved in Princeton no. 13585.
+
+     RAM-UCR nos. 598, 1001, 1079, and 3013 all appear to be
+     m2's. The talonids of these teeth are not elongated, their
+     trigonids have quadrilateral outlines, and the paraconids
+     are small but prominent, bladelike cusps. The trigonid of
+     RAM-UCR 1000 is elongated and the paraconid is a minute
+     cusp; the tooth closely resembles the m1 of the type of
+     _Sinclairella dakotensis_.
+
+
+Logan County, northeastern Colorado
+
+     _Material._--KU no. 11210 (fig. 1), a fragment of a left
+     maxillary containing P4 and M1-2.
+
+     _Locality and stratigraphy._--The fossil was found in the
+     center of the W-1/2, Sec. 21, T 11 N, R 53 W, Logan County,
+     Colorado, "... in the bed below _Agnotocastor_ bed, Cedar
+     Creek Member...." (Ronald H. Pine, 1958, field notes on file
+     at the University of Kansas). The bed so defined is part of
+     unit 3 in the lower division of the Cedar Creek Member, as
+     subdivided by Galbreath (1953:25) in stratigraphic section
+     XII. The fauna obtained from unit 3 is of Orellan age.
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 1. _Sinclairella dakotensis_ Jepsen, KU no. 11210,
+fragment of left maxillary with P4 and M1-2; Orellan, Logan County,
+Colorado; drawings by Mrs. Judith Hood: a, labial view; b, occlusal
+view; both approximately × 9.]
+
+     _Description and comments._--P4 of KU no. 11210 has a large
+     posterolingual cusp separated from the main cusp by a
+     distinct groove, which deepens posteriorly. The
+     posterolingual cusp is supported by the broad posterior
+     root. P4 of the type specimen of _Sinclairella dakotensis_
+     is described (Jepsen, 1934, p. 392) as having an oval
+     outline at the base of the crown, and a small,
+     posterolingual cusp. A chip of enamel is missing from the
+     posterior slope of the main cusp of the P4 of KU no. 11210.
+     The anterior slope of the main cusp is flattened, possibly
+     the result of wear, and there is no evidence of a groove
+     like that present on the P4 of the type specimen.
+
+     Only a few differences were found between the molars
+     preserved in KU no. 11210 and their counterparts in the type
+     specimen. A stylar shelf is present labial to the metacone
+     of M1 of KU no. 11210, but, unlike the type, its surface is
+     smooth and there is no evidence of cusps. Of the three small
+     stylar cusps on the stylar shelf of M2 the smallest is in
+     the position of a mesostyle. The M2 lacks a chip of enamel
+     from the lingual surface of the hypocone. Unlike the M2 of
+     Princeton no. 13585, in occlusal view the posterior margin
+     of the M2 of KU no. 11210 is convex posterior to the
+     metacone. The anterior edge of the base of the zygomatic
+     arch of KU no. 11210 was dorsal to M2. The shallow oval
+     depression in the maxillary dorsal to M1 might be the result
+     of post-mortem distortion.
+
+     The molars preserved in KU no. 11210 and their counterparts
+     in the type specimen do not appear to be significantly
+     different in size (table 1) or morphology of the cusps. The
+     only difference between the two specimens that might be of
+     classificatory significance is the difference in size of the
+     posterolingual cusp of P4. At present the range of
+     intraspecific variation in the morphology of P4 has not been
+     documented for any species of apatemyid. The evolutionary
+     trend or trends of the apatemyids (McKenna, 1960, p. 48) for
+     progressive reduction of function of p4 probably were
+     paralleled by similar trends in the evolution of the P4. If
+     so, the intraspecific variation in the morphology of P4
+     could be expected to be somewhat greater than that of the
+     upper molars, for example. The morphological difference
+     between the P4's of the type of _Sinclairella dakotensis_
+     and KU no. 11210 is not extreme and does not exceed the
+     range of intraspecific variation that could be expected for
+     this element of the dentition. The close resemblances in
+     size and morphology between the M1-2 of Princeton no. 13585
+     and KU no. 11210 also favor identification of the latter as
+     part of a member of an Orellan population of _Sinclairella
+     dakotensis_.
+
+
+Weld County, northeastern Colorado
+
+[Illustration: FIG. 2. _Sinclairella dakotensis_ Jepsen, UCM no. 21073,
+right M2; Orellan, Weld County, Colorado; drawing by Mrs. Judith Hood:
+occlusal view, approximately × 9.]
+
+     _Material._--UCM no. 20173 (fig. 2), is a right M2.
+
+     _Locality and stratigraphy._--The tooth was discovered at
+     the Mellinger locality, Sec. 17, T 11 N, R 65 W, Weld
+     County, Colorado. The Mellinger locality is in the Cedar
+     Creek Member, White River Formation, and its fauna is
+     considered to be of Orellan age (Patterson and McGrew, 1937,
+     and Galbreath, 1953).
+
+     _Description and comments._--UCM no. 21073, which is more
+     heavily abraded than KU no. 11210, shows no evidence of a
+     stylar cusp either anterolabial to the metacone or in the
+     position of a mesostyle. A small stylar cusp is present
+     anterolabial to the paracone. A notch that appears to have
+     been cut through the enamel of the posterolabial corner of
+     the crown could have received the parastylar apex of M3. A
+     similar notch is not present on the M2 of KU no. 11210 nor
+     indicated in the illustrations of the M2 of Princeton no.
+     13585. The coronal dimensions of UCM no. 21073 (table 1) do
+     not appear to differ significantly from those of the M2's of
+     KU no. 11210 and the type specimen of _Sinclairella
+     dakotensis_.
+
+
+Comments
+
+With the discovery of Orellan apatemyids the geochronological range of
+the family in North America is shown to extend from the Torrejonian
+through the Orellan land-mammal ages. The discoveries reported here
+enlarge the Oligocene record of apatemyids to include not only the type
+specimen of _Sinclairella dakotensis_, a skull and associated mandible
+from South Dakota, but also seven isolated teeth, representing at least
+two individuals, from a Chadronian fossil locality in Nebraska and one
+specimen from each of two Orellan fossil localities in northeastern
+Colorado. Simpson (1944:73, and 1953:127) presented tabulations of the
+published records of American apatemyids and suggested the data
+indicated the populations of these mammals were of small size
+throughout the history of the family. The few pre-Oligocene occurrences
+of apatemyids described subsequently (note McKenna, 1960, figs. 3-10,
+and p. 48) and occurrences described here tend to reinforce Simpson's
+interpretation. This interpretation may have to be modified to some
+degree, however, when current studies of collections of pre-Oligocene
+apatemyids are completed (McKenna, personal communication).
+
+Although information concerning the evolutionary trends of American
+apatemyids has been published, no data on the morphological variation
+in a population are available in the literature. An adequate basis for
+evaluating the significance of the morphological differences between
+the P4's of Princeton no. 13585 and KU no. 12110 coupled with the
+similarities of their M1-2's is lacking. In the evolution of American
+apatemyids the P4 underwent reduction in size and, apparently,
+curtailment of function. This history suggests the range of
+morphological variation of P4 in populations of _Sinclairella
+dakotensis_ could be expected to be greater than that of the molars and
+encompass the morphological differences between the P4's of Princeton
+no. 13585 and KU no. 12110. The difference in age of the Chadronian and
+Orellan fossils does not constitute proof that they pertain to
+different species. Although the identification is admittedly
+provisional until more fossils including other parts of the skeleton
+are discovered, the Orellan fossils described here are referred to
+_Sinclairella dakotensis_.
+
+
+TABLE 1.--MEASUREMENTS (IN MILLIMETERS) OF TEETH OF SINCLAIRELLA
+DAKOTENSIS JEPSEN.
+
+==========================================================================
+                       |     P4     |        M1        |        M2
+-----------------------+------------+------------------+------------------
+                       |length|width|length[1]|width[1]|length[1]|width[1]
+-----------------------+------+-----+---------+--------+---------+--------
+Princeton no. 13585[2] | 2.1  | 1.1 |   4.0   |  3.7   |   3.4   |  4.7
+RAM no. 381            |      |     |   4.1   |  3.5   |         |
+RAM no. 1674           |      |     |         |        |   3.4   |  4.2
+KU no. 11210           | 2.4  | 1.6 |   3.9   |  3.5   |   3.8   |  4.1+
+UCM no. 21073          |      |     |         |        |   3.6   |  4.1
+-----------------------+------+-----+---------+--------+---------+--------
+                                    |       m1         |        m2
+                                    +---------+--------+---------+--------
+                                    |  length |  width |  length | width
+                                    +---------+--------+---------+--------
+Princeton no. 13585[3]              |    3.5  |   2.4  |    3.7  |  2.8
+RAM no. 1000                        |    3.5  |   2.2  |         |
+RAM no. 598                         |         |        |    3.8  |  2.6
+RAM no. 1001                        |         |        |    3.6+ |  2.6
+RAM no. 1079                        |         |        |    4.0  |  2.8
+RAM no. 3013                        |         |        |    3.6  |  2.8
+------------------------------------+---------+--------+---------+--------
+
+[Footnote 1: Length defined as maximum dimension of the labial half of
+the crown measured parallel to a line drawn through the apices of
+paracone and metacone. Width defined as maximum coronal dimension
+measured along line perpendicular to line defined by apices of paracone
+and metacone.]
+
+[Footnote 2: Dimensions provided by Dr. Glenn L. Jepsen.]
+
+[Footnote 3: Dimensions taken from Jepsen (1934:300).]
+
+
+
+
+Literature Cited
+
+ALF, R.
+    1962. A new species of the rodent _Pipestoneomys_ from the
+          Oligocene of Nebraska. Breviora, Mus. Comp. Zool., no. 172,
+          pp. 1-7, 3 figs.
+
+GALBREATH, E. C.
+    1953. A contribution to the Tertiary geology and paleontology
+          of northeastern Colorado. Univ. Kansas Paleont. Cont.,
+          Vertebrata, art. 4, pp. 1-120, 2 pls., 26 figs.
+
+HOUGH, J., and ALF, R.
+    1958. A Chadron mammalian fauna from Nebraska. Journ. Paleon.
+          30:132-140, 4 figs.
+
+JEPSEN, G. L.
+    1934. A revision of the American Apatemyidae and the description
+          of a new genus, _Sinclairella_, from the White River
+          Oligocene of South Dakota. Proc. Amer. Philos. Soc.,
+          74:287-305, 3 pls., 4 figs.
+
+MCKENNA, M. C.
+    1960. Fossil Mammalia from the early Wasatchian Four Mile fauna,
+          Eocene of northwest Colorado. Univ. California Publ. in
+          Geol. Sci., 37:1-130, 64 figs.
+
+MATTHEW, W. D.
+    1909. The Carnivora and Insectivora of the Bridger Basin, Middle
+          Eocene. Mem. Amer. Mus. Nat. Hist., 9:289-567, pls. 42-52,
+          118 figs.
+
+PATTERSON, B. and MCGREW, P. O.
+    1937. A soricid and two erinaceids from the White River Oligocene.
+          Geol. Ser., Field Mus. Nat. Hist., 6:245-272, figs. 60-74.
+
+SCOTT, W. B. and JEPSEN, G. L.
+    1936. The mammalian fauna of the White River Oligocene--Part I.
+          Insectivora and Carnivora. Trans. Amer. Philos. Soc., n. s.,
+          28:1-153, 22 pls., 7 figs.
+
+SIMPSON, G. G.
+    1944. Tempo and mode in evolution. New York: Columbia Univ. Press,
+          xviii + 237 pp., 36 figs.
+
+    1953. The major features of evolution. New York: Columbia Univ.
+          Press, xx + 434 pp., 52 figs.
+
+_Transmitted June 24, 1963._
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+          TO
+          MY HUSBAND
+          WILLIAM HILL-BRERETON
+          THIS LITTLE BOOK IS AFFECTIONATELY
+          DEDICATED
+
+          WAKE! For the Spring has scattered into flight
+          The Vows of Lent, and bids the heart be light.
+            Bring on the Roast, and take the Fish away!
+          The Season calls--and Woman's eyes are bright!
+
+          BEFORE the phantom of Pale Winter died,
+          Methought the Voice of Spring within me cried,
+            "When Hymen's rose-decked altars glow within,
+          Why nods the laggard _Bachelor_ outside?"
+
+          AND, at the Signal, I who stood before
+          In idle musing, shouted, "Say no more!
+            You know how little while we have to Love--
+          And Love's light Hand is knocking at the door!"
+
+          NOW, the New Moon reviving old desires,
+          The gallant Youth to Sentiment aspires;
+             And ere he saunters forth on conquest bent,
+          Himself, like unto Solomon, attires.
+
+[Illustration: HIS WINTER GARMENTS HUNG--WHERE, NO ONE KNOWS!]
+
+          HOW blithely through the smiling throng he goes,
+          His Winter garments hung--where, no one knows!
+            A Symphony in radiant scarfs and hose,
+          Wrought t'inspire a maiden's "Ah's!" and "Oh's!"
+
+          INTO a new Flirtation, why not knowing,
+          Nor whence, his heart with madness overflowing;
+            Then out of it--and thence, without a pause,
+          Into _another_, willy-nilly blowing.
+
+          WHAT if the conscience feel, perchance, a sting?
+          No danger waits him--save the _Wedding Ring_.
+            A Kiss is not the sin that yesterday
+          It was--for that was _Lent_, and this is _Spring_!
+
+          SOME simple ones may sigh for wealth or fame,
+          And some, for the sweet Domestic Life, and tame;
+            But ah! give me a supper, a cigar,
+          A charming Woman--and the old Love-Game!
+
+          SOME blue points on the half-shell, in a row,
+          Some iced champagne, a melting bird--and Thou
+            Beside me flirting, 'neath a picture hat--
+          Oh, single life were Paradise enow!
+
+          A COZY-CORNER tete-a-tete--what bliss!
+          A murmured word, a sigh, a stolen kiss--
+            Ah, tell me, does the Promised Paradise
+          Hold anything one-half so sweet as this?
+
+          AND yet, since I am made of common clay,
+          One charm I'd add to this divine array;
+            Lord make me _careful_, and whate'er betide,
+          Without proposing, let me slip away!
+
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+          Who laughed at Love, as but an idle jest,
+            Have, one by one, walked straight into the Net,
+          Helpless, before the _Cozy Corner_ test!
+
+          THUS, oft, beside some damsel fond and fair,
+          I've sat, thrilled by the perfume of her hair,
+            And madly longed to murmur, lip-to-lip,
+          "Beloved, marry me!"--but did not dare!
+
+          FOR some I've wooed, when I felt blithe and gay,
+          Have looked _so different_, when we met next day,
+            That I have simply stopped to say, "So charmed!"
+          And shuddering, sped hurriedly away!
+
+          LOOK to the Married Men! Alas, their gains
+          Are neither here nor there, for all their pains.
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+          To drown the clanking of the _Marriage Chains_!
+
+          A MOMENT'S halt--a little word or two--
+          And you have done what you can ne'er undo;
+            Promised to pay a Woman's bills for life--
+          _Anchored_ yourself--and there's an end of you!
+
+          AND we, who now make merry at the gloom
+          Of those who thus have gone to meet their doom--
+            May we, ourselves, not some day follow suit,
+          Ourselves to be the Butt of jests--for whom?
+
+          INDEED, 'tis better to have loved and lost--
+          Taken the Kiss and fled, at any cost,
+            Than to have loved and married, and for aye,
+          Thereafter, by a _Woman_, to be bossed.
+
+          WITH me, along that strip of Broadway strewn
+          With lovely maids, each radiant afternoon,
+            And think, of all the thousands you behold,
+          That you can marry one--and _only one_!
+
+          BUT, if the lip I kiss, the hand I press,
+          Upon the morrow seem to charm me less,
+            Ah well, am I not still a _Bachelor_,
+          And thus, entitled to--another Guess?
+
+[Illustration: SOME FOR THE COMFORTS OF A CLUB MAY SIGH.]
+
+          SOME for the comforts of a club may sigh,
+          And some for a hermit's lonely life. Not I!
+            Give me a cozy hearthside, and a Girl
+          Always "at home" when _I_ chance by!
+
+          HER cushioned chair a spot where I may curl
+          My weary form, and rest, beyond the whirl
+            Of madd'ning cares; to rise at half-past ten,
+          And call next night--upon _another girl_!
+
+          WHY, if a man can thus, at ease, abide
+          Each evening by a different damsel's side,
+            Were't not a shame--were't not a shame, for him
+          To any _one_, forever to be tied?
+
+          AND so, the girls I've set my heart upon,
+          I've flattered, wooed a little--and anon,
+            Just as they thought to slip the fatal Noose
+          About my neck, behold--the Bird had flown!
+
+          FOR this the argument that I submit--
+          Refute it, if you can, with all your wit!
+            That Luck in Love, for such as you and I,
+          Consists in safely keeping _out_ of it!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+          THIS morn, I've quaffed at least a quart or more
+          Of water--yet am thirsty as before;
+            And that dark taste still lingers in the mouth
+          With which, last night, I reformation swore.
+
+[Illustration: SOME ANGEL, WITH A SAVING DRINK.]
+
+          YET, when some Angel, with a saving drink
+          Of iced Nepenthe comes, I shall not shrink;
+            But, having drunk of it, shall feel again
+          As good and noble as before, I think.
+
+          EACH morn some fresh repentance brings, you say?
+          Yes--but where leaves the vows of Yesterday?
+            For I shall make and break them all, again,
+          When Time hath taken _this_ Headache away.
+
+          WHAT if my conscience seem an idle joke--
+          My good resolves all disappear in smoke?
+            This thought remains--and is it not enough?--
+          _I do not wear the Matrimonial Yoke!_
+
+          NAY! There is no one waiting at the door,
+          Whene'er I wander in at half-past four,
+            No one to question, no one to accuse,
+          No one, my shocking frailty to deplore!
+
+          NO one to greet me with her tear-stained eyes,
+          No one to doubt my quaint, fantastic lies,
+            No one my foolish looks to criticize--
+          Ah, but the knots, the KNOTS in marriage-ties!
+
+          OH Friend, could you and I, somehow, conspire,
+          To grasp the Matrimonial Scheme entire,
+            Would we not shatter it to bits--and then,
+          Make of its bonds a rousing Funeral Pyre?
+
+          MYSELF, when young, did eagerly frequent
+          The weddings of my friends on Bondage bent;
+            But evermore thanked Fate, when I escaped
+          Scot-free, by that same door wherein I went.
+
+          INTO the fatal compact, why not knowing,
+          I've seen them go, nor dream where they were going;
+            Then out again, with shouts of "Westward, ho!"
+          The bitter seeds of _Alimony_ sowing!
+
+          AH well, they say that, sometimes, side by side,
+          A cat and dog may peacefully abide.
+            Perhaps--perhaps. But that is only when
+          That cat and dog are not together tied!
+
+          OFT, to some patient married man I turn,
+          The secret of his dumb content to learn,
+            But lip-to-ear, he mutters, "Fool, beware!
+          _This_ is the path, whence there is no return!"
+
+[Illustration: BUT, LIP-TO-EAR, HE MUTTERS, "FOOL, BEWARE!"]
+
+          OH, threats of Hell, and hopes of Paradise!
+          One thing is certain--when a Husband dies,
+            No wife shall greet him _there_ with "Where's" or "Why's"
+          Nor mock with laughter his most subtle lies!
+
+          NO matter whether up or down he goes,
+          He neither cares nor questions, I suppose;
+            Since Death can hold no bitterness for him,
+          Because--because--Oh well, he knows, HE KNOWS!
+
+          WOULD you the spangle of existence spend
+          In Matrimony? Slow about, my Friend!
+            A maiden's hair is more oft false than true,
+          And on the chemist may her blush depend.
+
+          A MAIDEN'S hair is more oft false than true!
+          Aye, and her Modiste is, perchance, the clue,
+            Could you but know it, to her sylph-like grace,
+          And, peradventure, to her _Figure_, too.
+
+          WHY, for this NOTHING, then, should you provoke
+          The gods, or lightly don the galling yoke
+            Of unpermitted pleasure, under pain
+          Of Alimony-until-Death, if broke?
+
+          WHY, when to-day your bills are promptly paid,
+          Assume the whims of some capricious maid,
+            Incur the debts you never did contract,
+          And yet must settle? Oh, the sorry trade!
+
+[Illustration: I SWORE--BUT WAS I SOBER WHEN I SWORE?]
+
+          TO "settle down and marry," oft of yore,
+          I swore--but was I sober when I swore?
+            And then there came another girl--and I
+          Turned gaily to the old Love-Game, once more.
+
+          AND, much as I repented things like this,
+          And fondly dreamed of sweet Domestic Bliss,
+            I sometimes wonder what a wife can give,
+          One half so thrilling as a stolen kiss!
+
+          YET, if the hair should vanish from my brow,
+          My girth, in time, to great dimensions grow--
+            If youth's sweet-scented "Buds" should pass me by,
+          Accounting me an antiquated beau--
+
+          WHY then, some winged angel, ere too late--
+          Some maiden verging onto twenty-eight--
+            Will gladly take what's left of me, I trow,
+          And, leading me to wedlock, thank her Fate!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+          ALAS, for those who may to-day prepare
+          The wedding trousseau for the morrow's wear,
+            A voice of warning cried, "There's many a slip
+          Betwixt the Altar and the Solitaire!"
+
+          INTO this pact, man glides like water flowing,
+          But _out_ of it is not such easy going;
+            For they, who once were simple, guileless things,
+          In Breach-of-Promise lore are now more knowing.
+
+[Illustration: WHAT! WOULD YOU CAST A LOVING WOMAN HENCE?]
+
+          WHAT! Would you cast a loving Woman hence?
+          Thou, Fickle One, prepare for penitence!
+            Full many a golden ducat shall you pay
+          To drown the memory of such insolence.
+
+          AND every note, that, in your cups, you write,
+          In cold black Type, perchance shall see the light;
+            While all the World, across its coffee urn,
+          Shall titter gaily at the sorry sight.
+
+          AH yes! For all the papers, which discussed
+          Your wedding plans, shall turn your cake to crust,
+            Publish your letters and your photographs,
+          And trail your Egotism in the dust!
+
+          THE Opera Queens, that men have wooed and won,
+          Have loved them for a while, and then--anon,
+            Like snow upon Broadway, with lightsome "touch,"
+          Annexed their millions, and alas, have flown!
+
+          OH look you, in the long and varied list
+          Of Millionaires thus rifled and dismissed,
+            How, rich man, after rich man, bode his hour,
+          Then went his way, to swell the golden grist.
+
+          WHAT Diva's rubies ever glow so red
+          As when some Gilded Chappie hath been bled?
+            And every diamond the Show Girl wears,
+          Dropped in her lap, when some Fool lost his head.
+
+          AND those who hung around the green-room door,
+          And those who backed the Show and paid the score,
+            Alike, to no such "Angels" have been turned,
+          As, once repentant, men feel sorry for.
+
+          OH, my Good Fellow, keep the cash, that clears
+          To-day of unpaid debts and future fears.
+            To-morrow! Why, to-morrow, you may be,
+          Yourself, with Yesterday's cast-off millionaires.
+
+          THEN, make the most of what you still may spend,
+          Ere you, too, into bankruptcy descend,
+            Bill upon bill, and under bill, to lie,
+          Sans Cash, sans Love, sans Lady--What an end!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+          WASTE not your evenings in the vain pursuit
+          Of this or that girl. Bittersweet the fruit!
+            Better be jocund with them, one and all,
+          And loving _many_, thus your love dilute.
+
+          SOME, with vivacity have sought to charm
+          Away my fears, and still my soul's alarm;
+            To win me subtly, with a smile or sigh,
+          Or sweet appealing touch upon the arm.
+
+          OTHERS have tempted me with festive cheer,
+          And Chafing-dish Concoctions, quaint and queer;
+            With dear, domestic airs have plied their arts--
+          Yet, all their wiles were neither there nor here!
+
+          BUT when _Platonic Friendship_ they have tried,
+          Then, to the gods for Mercy, have I cried!
+            For, in the Husband-hunt, all other snares
+          Sink into Nothingness, _this_ game beside!
+
+          THERE is the Trap, from which you may not flee;
+          There is the Net, through which no man may see.
+            Some jest at "love," some talk of "chums," and then,
+          Into the Consomme, for thee and me!
+
+[Illustration: THERE IS THE TRAP, FROM WHICH YOU MAY NOT FLEE.]
+
+          WHETHER to Church, or to the Magistrate,
+          You follow, after that, 'tis all too late!
+            For, from your Pipe-dream, you, at last, shall wake,
+          A MARRIED MAN, to rail in vain at Fate!
+
+          LOVE, but the Vision of a dear desire!
+          Marriage, the Ashes, whence has fled the fire!
+            Cast into chains which you, yourself, have forged!
+          Caught, like a sheep upon a stray barbed wire!
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+          OH Thou, who first the Apple Tree didst shake,
+          And e'en in Eden flirted with the Snake,
+            Still, as in that first moment 'neath the Bough,
+          Dost thou, to-day, of Man a puppet make!
+
+          BUT this I know--whether the one True Mate,
+          Or just some Fluffy Thing with hook and bait,
+            Eve-like, tempt _me_--one flash of Common Sense,
+          And all her sorcery shall be too late!
+
+          THEN, let her never look for me, again;
+          For, once escaped, how many moons shall wane,
+            And wax and wane full oft, while still she looks
+          Down that same street--but ah, for ME, in vain!
+
+          YET, much as I have played the Infidel,
+          If, as the fated Pitcher to the Well,
+            _Too oft_ to Love's empyrean Font I stray,
+          To fall, at last, beneath some Siren's spell,
+
+          THEN, in your mercy, Friend, forbear to smile,
+          And with the grape my last few hours beguile,
+            Or, let me in some Caravanserie,
+          My Cynic's soul to _shackles_ reconcile.
+
+          AND when, with me, some fair, triumphant lass,
+          Up to the rose-decked Altar-Rail shall pass,
+            And, in her joyous errand, reach the spot,
+          Where we're made _One_--oh, drain a silent glass!
+                                  Tamam.
+
+[Illustration: T A M A M]
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Rubaiyat of a Bachelor, by Helen Rowland
+
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+    This etext was produced from Fantastic Universe, September
+    1956. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the
+    U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.
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+
+    _John Victor Peterson lives in Jackson Heights, almost a
+    stone's throw from La Guardia Airfield. But he doesn't just
+    stand and watch the big planes roar past overhead. He has the
+    kind of brilliant technical know-how which makes what goes on
+    inside of a plane of paramount interest to him. He's
+    interested, too, in the future superduper gadgetry, as this
+    hilarious yarn attests._
+
+
+
+
+POLITICAL APPLICATION
+
+_by ... John Victor Peterson_
+
+
+    If matter transference really works--neanderthalers can pop up
+    anywhere. And that's very hard on politicians!
+
+
+Some say scientists should keep their noses out of politics. Benson
+says it's to prevent damage to their olfactory senses. Benson's a
+physicist.
+
+I've known Allan Benson for a long time. In fact I've bodyguarded him
+for years and think I understand him better than he does himself. And
+when he shook security at White Sands, my boss didn't hesitate to tell
+me that knowing Benson as I do I certainly shouldn't have let him skip
+off. Or crisp words to that effect.
+
+The pressure was on. Benson was seeking a new fuel--or a way of
+compressing a known fuel--to carry a torchship to Mars. His loss could
+mean a delay of decades. We knew he'd been close, but not _how_ close.
+
+My nickname's Monk. I've fought it, certainly, but what can you do
+when a well-wishing mother names you after a wealthy uncle and your
+birth certificate says Neander Thalberg? As early as high school some
+bright pundit noted the name's similarity to that of a certain
+prehistoric man. Unfortunately the similarity is not in name alone:
+I'm muscular, stooped, and, I must admit, not handsome hero model
+material.
+
+Well, maybe the nickname's justified, but still, Al Benson didn't have
+to give the crowning insult. And yet, if he hadn't, there probably
+wouldn't be a torchship stern-ending on Mars just about now.
+
+C. I. (Central Intelligence, that is) at the Sands figured Benson
+would head for New York. Which is why the boss sent me here. I
+registered in a hotel in the 50's and, figuring that whatever Benson
+intended to do would have spectacular results, I kept the stereo on
+News.
+
+Benson's wife hadn't yielded much info. Sure she described the clothes
+he was wearing and said he'd taken nothing else except an artist's
+case. What was in that was anybody's guess; his private lab is such a
+jumble nobody could tell what, if anything, was missing.
+
+C. I. knew his political feelings. Seems he'd been talking wild about
+the upcoming presidential election and had sworn he'd nip the
+draft-Cadigan movement in the bud. Cadigan's Mayor of New York City.
+He's anti-space. In fact, Cadigan's anti just about everything in
+science except intercontinental missiles. Strictly for defense, of
+course. Cadigan says.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A weathercaster was making rash promises on the stereo when the potray
+dinged. The potray? I certainly wasn't expecting mail. Only C. I. knew
+where I was and they'd have closed-circuited me on visio if they
+wanted contact.
+
+The potray dinged and there was a package in it.
+
+Now matter transference I knew. It put mailmen out of business.
+There's a potray in every domicile and you can put things in it, dial
+the destination and they come out there. They come out the same size
+and weight and in the same condition as they went in, provided they
+didn't go in alive. Life loses, as many a shade of a hopeful guinea
+pig could relate.
+
+So the potray dinged and here was this package. At first glance it
+looked like one of those cereal samples manufacturers have been
+everlastingly sending through since postal rates dropped after cost of
+the potrays had been amortized. But cereal samples don't come through
+at midday; they're night traffic stuff.
+
+The package was light, its wrapping curiously smooth. There was an
+envelope attached with my correct name and potray number. Whoever had
+mailed it must be in C. I. or must know someone in C. I. who knew
+where I was.
+
+The postmark was blurred but I could make out that it had been cast
+from Grand Central. Time didn't matter. It couldn't have been cast
+more than a microsecond earlier.
+
+The envelope contained a card upon which was typed:
+
+"Caution! Site on cylinder of 2 ft. radius and 6 ft. height. Unwrap at
+armslength."
+
+Now what? A practical joke? If so, it must be Benson's work. He's
+played plenty, from pumping hydrogen sulphide (that's rotten egg gas,
+as you know) into the air-conditioning system at high school to
+calling a gynecologist to the launching stage at the Sands to sever an
+umbilical cord which he neglected to say was on a Viking rocket.
+
+I followed the instructions. As I bent back the first fold of the
+strange wrapping it came alive, unfolding itself with incredible
+swiftness.
+
+Something burst forth like a freed djinn--almost instantaneously
+lengthening, spreading--a thing with beetling brows, low, broad
+forehead, prognathous jaw, and a hunched, brutally muscular body, with
+a great club over its swollen shoulder.
+
+I went precipitously backward over a coffee table.
+
+It stabilized, a dead mockery, replica of a Neanderthal.
+
+A placard hung on its chest. I read this:
+
+"Even some of the early huntsmen weren't successful. Abandon the
+chase, Monk. I've things to do and this--your blood brother, no
+doubt--couldn't catch me any more than you can!"
+
+Which positively infuriated me.
+
+Do you blame me?
+
+A few cussing, cussed minutes later I realized what Al Benson had
+apparently done: solved the torchship's fuel problem.
+
+Oh, I'd seen Klein bottles and Mobius strips and other things that
+twist in on themselves and into other dimensions, twisting into
+microcosms and macrocosms--into elsewhere, in any event. And here I
+had visual evidence that Benson had had something nearly six feet tall
+and certainly two feet in breadth enclosed in a nearly weightless
+carton less than eight inches on the side!
+
+Sufficient fuel for a Marstrip? Just wrap it up!
+
+The stereo's audio was saying: "... from the Museum of Natural
+History. Curators are compiling a list of the missing exhibits which
+we will reveal to you on this channel as soon as it's available. Now
+we switch to Dick Joy at City Hall with news of the latest exhibit
+found. Come in, Dick!"
+
+On the steps of City Hall was a full size replica of a mastodon over
+whose massive back was draped a banner bearing the slogan: "The
+Universal Party is for you! Don't return to prehistory with Cadigan!
+Re-elect President Ollie James and go to the stars!"
+
+And there was a closeup of Mayor Cadigan standing pompous and
+wrathful--and looking very diminutive--behind the emblem of his
+opposition party.
+
+Dick Joy was saying, "Eyewitnesses claim that this replica--obviously
+one of the items stolen from the Museum of Natural History--suddenly
+materialized here. Immediately prior to the alleged materialization a
+man--whose photograph we show now--ostensibly bent down to tie a
+shoelace, setting a shoebox beside him. He left the box, walking off
+into the gathering crowd, and this mastodon _seemed_ to spring into
+being where the shoebox had been.
+
+"The mastodon replica has been examined. A report just handed me says
+it is definitely that from the Museum and that it could not
+conceivably have been contained in a shoebox. It's obviously a case of
+mass hypnotism. The replica must have been trucked here. There's no
+other possible explanation. Excuse me!"
+
+Dick Joy turned away, then back.
+
+"I have just been handed a notice that Mayor Cadigan wishes to say a
+few words and I hereby introduce him, His Honor the Mayor, Joseph F.
+Cadigan!"
+
+His balding, fragmentarily curly-haired Honor glared.
+
+"Friends," he said chokingly, "whatever madman is responsible for this
+outrageous act will not go unpunished. I call upon the City's Finest
+to track him down and bring him to justice.
+
+"I am for justice, for equality and peace. I--"
+
+His Honor was apparently determined to use all the time he could.
+Being a newscast, it was for free.
+
+I killed the stereo. And the visio rang. It was Phil Pollini, the C.
+I. Chief.
+
+"Monk," he said, "guess you've seen the stereo. Al's out to fix the
+Mayor's wagon."
+
+"Say that again," I said, having a brainstorm.
+
+"Now, look--" he started.
+
+"Maybe you've got something there, Chief," I cut in. "Cadigan's got
+the superduper of all wagons--a seven passenger luxury limousine with
+bulletproof glass, stereo, a bar, venetian blinds and heaven knows
+what else. Hot and cold running androids, maybe. He prowls the
+elevated highways with an 'In Conference' sign flashing over the
+windshield. So's he can't be wire-tapped or miked, I guess. It'd be a
+natch for Al Benson to go for."
+
+Pollini grinned.
+
+"So if you were Benson what'd you do to fix the Mayor's wagon?"
+
+"Hitch it to a star," I said, "and the closest spot to a star would be
+the observation platform of the Greater Empire State."
+
+"You're probably right," the Chief said. "Get going!"
+
+I got.
+
+Ten minutes later I walked out onto the observation platform on the
+150th floor of the Greater Empire State Building--and found an
+incredulous crowd gathered around the mayor's limousine. I felt good.
+I'd predicted.
+
+I asked a guard, "How'd it get here?"
+
+His eyebrows were threatening a back somersault.
+
+"Don't know," he said. "I was looking over the side; then turned
+around and here it was! You have any ideas?"
+
+Which is when I spotted Al Benson.
+
+I settled for shoving Benson toward the elevator, being careful since
+he had a box under each arm. We made the elevator and went down and it
+stopped on the 120th floor and the operator said, "Change here for all
+lower floors and the street--"
+
+As we waited on the 120th for the down elevator, the P. A. system
+barked:
+
+"Attention all building occupants. By order of the Mayor no one will
+be permitted to leave the building until further notice. Please remain
+where you are. We will try not to inconvenience you for any great
+time."
+
+There was no one close to us.
+
+"Al," I said, "look, stinker, you've had your fun but this is it. I
+don't know what you've got in those boxes but you've got to turn them
+over--and yourself--to the next copper who shows. This is a civil
+matter, strictly local, and not C. I."
+
+Benson grinned. "Got to make a delivery first, Monk. Look, there's a
+potray over there. Can I use it?"
+
+His grin was infectious. "So what are you going to send where?" I
+asked as sternly as I could.
+
+"The Mayor's personal files," he said. "I managed to carry them out of
+City Hall--once they'd been suitably wrapped, of course! I'm sending
+them to the Senate Investigation Committee. Don't worry, Monk, His
+Honor won't be President this or any year!"
+
+I helped him dial the SIC number.
+
+"What about the other package?" I asked him then.
+
+"Insurance," he said. "Come out on the setback."
+
+He placed the last package on the mosaic tile of the terrace, untied
+its string, flipped open the edge of the Benson wrapping and jumped
+back.
+
+It was an NYC police helicopter.
+
+We potrayed it back from the Sands. Suitably wrapped, of course.
+
+That was a month ago. Most of it never came out in the papers. Nothing
+of Benson's invention. C. I. thought it should be squelched, at least
+until Benson and the boys get back from Mars.
+
+Which would be the end except for the packages. Yes, Benson left a
+gross of them with me and I've been mailing them one a day to the
+leaders of the opposition party. I don't truly know what's in them, of
+course. But it's very curious that the day before the torchship left
+exactly one hundred and forty-four cylinders of hydrogen sulphide were
+missing from quartermaster stores. Coincidentally one of my C. I.
+friends tells me Benson had him rig up a gross of automatic releases
+for gas cylinders.
+
+Adding it up, it could be a good lesson for politicians to keep their
+noses out of science.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Political Application, by John Victor Peterson
+
+
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+  This e-text was produced from the September 1960 issue of If.
+  Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
+  copyright on this publication was renewed.
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+                             The Wedge
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+      Finding his way out of this maze was only half the job.
+
+                           By H. B. FYFE
+
+                           [Illustration]
+
+
+When the concealed gong sounded, the man sitting on the floor sighed. He
+continued, however, to slump loosely against the curving, pearly plastic
+of the wall, and took care not to glance toward the translucent ovals he
+knew to be observation panels.
+
+He was a large man, but thin and bony-faced. His dirty gray coverall
+bore the name "Barnsley" upon grimy white tape over the heart. Except at
+the shoulders, it looked too big for him. His hair was dark brown, but
+the sandy ginger of his two-week beard seemed a better match for his
+blue eyes.
+
+Finally, he satisfied the softly insistent gong by standing up and
+gazing in turn at each of the three doors spaced around the cylindrical
+chamber. He deliberately adopted an expression of simple-minded
+anticipation as he ambled over to the nearest one.
+
+The door was round, about four feet in diameter, and set in a flattened
+part of the wall with its lower edge tangent with the floor. Rods about
+two inches thick projected a hand's breadth at four, eight, and twelve
+o'clock. The markings around them suggested that each could be rotated
+to three different positions. Barnsley squatted on his heels to study
+these.
+
+Noting that all the rods were set at the position he had learned to
+think of as "one," he reached out to touch the door. It felt slightly
+warm, so he allowed his fingertips to slide over the upper handle. A
+tentative tug produced no movement of the door.
+
+"That's it, though," he mumbled quietly. "Well, now to do our little act
+with the others!"
+
+He moved to the second door, where all the rods were set at "two." Here
+he fell to manipulating the rod handles, pausing now and then to shove
+hopefully against the door. Some twenty minutes later, he tried the same
+routine at the third door.
+
+Eventually, he returned to his starting point and rotated the rods there
+at random for a few minutes. Having, apparently by accident, arranged
+them in a sequence of one-two-three, he contrived to lean against the
+door at the crucial instant. As it gave beneath his weight, he grabbed
+the two lower handles and pushed until the door rose to a horizontal
+position level with its hinged top. It settled there with a loud click.
+
+                 *       *       *       *       *
+
+Barnsley stooped to crawl through into an arched passage of the same
+pearly plastic. He straightened up and walked along for about twenty
+feet, flashing a white-toothed grin through his beard while muttering
+curses behind it. Presently, he arrived at a small, round bay, to be
+confronted by three more doors.
+
+"Bet there's a dozen of you three-eyed clods peeping at me," he growled.
+"How'd you like me to poke a boot through the panel in front of you and
+kick you blubber-balls in all directions? Do you have a page in your
+data books for that?"
+
+He forced himself to _feel_ sufficiently dull-witted to waste ten
+minutes opening one of the doors. The walls of the succeeding passage
+were greenish, and the tunnel curved gently downward to the left.
+Besides being somewhat warmer, the air exuded a faint blend of heated
+machine oil and something like ripe fish. The next time Barnsley came to
+a set of doors, he found also a black plastic cube about two feet high.
+He squatted on his heels to examine it.
+
+_I'd better look inside or they'll be disappointed_, he told himself.
+
+From the corner of his eye, he watched the movement of shadows behind
+the translucent panels in the walls. He could picture the observers
+there: blubbery bipeds with three-jointed arms and legs ending in
+clusters of stubby but flexible tentacles. Their broad, spine-crested
+heads would be thrust forward and each would have two of his three
+protruding eyes directed at Barnsley's slightest move. They had probably
+been staring at him in relays every second since picking up his scout
+ship in the neighboring star system.
+
+That is, Barnsley thought, it must have been the next system whose
+fourth planet he had been photo-mapping for the Terran Colonial Service.
+He hoped he had not been wrong about that.
+
+_Doesn't matter_, he consoled himself, _as long as the Service can trace
+me. These slobs certainly aren't friendly._
+
+He reconsidered the scanty evidence of previous contact in this volume
+of space, light-years from Terra's nearest colony. Two exploratory ships
+had disappeared. There had been a garbled, fragmentary message picked up
+by the recorders of the colony's satellite beacon, which some experts
+interpreted as a hasty warning. As far as he knew, Barnsley was the only
+Terran to reach this planet alive.
+
+To judge from his peculiar imprisonment, his captors had recovered from
+their initial dismay at encountering another intelligent race--at least
+to the extent of desiring a specimen for study. In Barnsley's opinion,
+that put him more or less ahead of the game.
+
+"They're gonna learn a lot!" he muttered, grinning vindictively.
+
+He finished worrying the cover off the black box. Inside was a plastic
+sphere of water and several varieties of food his captors probably
+considered edible. The latter ranged from a leafy stalk bearing a number
+of small pods to a crumbling mass resembling moldy cheese. Barnsley
+hesitated.
+
+"I haven't had the guts to try this one yet," he reminded himself,
+picking out what looked like a cluster of long, white roots.
+
+The roots squirmed feebly in his grasp. Barnsley returned them to the
+box instantly.
+
+Having selected, instead, a fruit that could have been a purple
+cucumber, he put it with the water container into a pocket of his
+coverall and closed the box.
+
+_Maybe they won't remember that I took the same thing once before_, he
+thought. _Oh, hell, of course they will! But why be too consistent?_
+
+He opened one of the doors and walked along a bluish passage that
+twisted to the left, chewing on the purple fruit as he went. It was
+tougher than it looked and nearly tasteless. At the next junction, he
+unscrewed the cap of the water sphere, drained it slowly, and flipped
+the empty container at one of the oval panels. A dim shadow blurred out
+of sight, as if someone had stepped hastily backward.
+
+"Why not?" growled Barnsley. "It's time they were shaken up a little!"
+
+                 *       *       *       *       *
+
+Pretending to have seen something where the container had struck the
+wall, he ran over and began to feel along the edge of the panel. When
+his fingertips encountered only the slightest of seams, he doubled his
+fists and pounded. He thought he could detect a faint scurrying on the
+other side of the wall.
+
+Barnsley laughed aloud. He raised one foot almost waist-high and drove
+the heel of his boot through the translucent observation panel. Seizing
+the splintered edges of the hole, he tugged and heaved until he had torn
+out enough of the thin wall to step through to the other side. He found
+himself entering a room not much larger than the passage behind him.
+
+To his left, there was a flicker of blue from a crack in the wall. The
+crack widened momentarily, emitting a gabble of mushy voices. The blue
+cloth was twitched away by a cluster of stubby tentacles, whereupon the
+crack closed to an almost imperceptible line. Barnsley fingered his
+beard to hide a grin and turned the other way.
+
+He stumbled into a number of low stools surmounted by spongy, spherical
+cushions. One of these he tore off for a pillow before going on. At the
+end of the little room, he sought for another crack, kicked the panel
+a bit to loosen it, and succeeded in sliding back a section of wall.
+The passage revealed was about the size of those he had been forced
+to explore during the past two weeks, but it had an unfinished,
+behind-the-scenes crudeness in appearance. Barnsley pottered along
+for about fifteen minutes, during which time the walls resounded with
+distant running and he encountered several obviously improvised
+barriers.
+
+He kicked his way through one, squeezed through an opening that had not
+been closed quite in time, restrained a wicked impulse to cross some
+wiring that must have been electrical, and at last allowed himself to be
+diverted into a passage leading back to his original cell. He amused
+himself by trying to picture the disruption he had caused to the
+honeycomb of passageways.
+
+"There!" he grinned to himself. "That should keep them from bothering me
+for a few hours. Maybe one or two of them will get in trouble over it--I
+hope!"
+
+He arranged his stolen cushion where the wall met the floor and lay
+down.
+
+A thought struck him. He sat up to examine the cushion suspiciously.
+It appeared to be an equivalent to foam rubber. He prodded and twisted
+until convinced that no wires or other unexpected objects were concealed
+inside. Not till then did he resume his relaxed position.
+
+Presently one of his hands located and pinched a tiny switch buried
+in the lobe of his left ear. Barnsley concentrated upon keeping his
+features blank as a rushing sound seemed to grow in his ear. He yawned
+casually, moving one hand from behind his head to cover his mouth.
+
+Having practiced many times before a mirror, he did not think that any
+possible watcher would have noticed how his thumb slipped briefly inside
+his mouth to give one eyetooth a slight twist.
+
+A strong humming inundated his hearing. It continued for perhaps two
+minutes, paused, and began again. Barnsley waited through two repetitions
+before he "yawned" again and sleepily rolled over to hide his face in his
+folded arms.
+
+"Did you get it all?" he murmured.
+
+"Clear as a bell," replied a tiny voice in his left ear. "Was that your
+whole day's recording?"
+
+"I guess so," said Barnsley. "To tell the truth, I lose track a bit
+after two weeks without a watch. Who's this? Sanchez?"
+
+"That's right. You seem to come in on my watch pretty nearly every
+twenty-four hours. Okay, I'll tape a slowed-down version of your blast
+for the boys in the back room. You're doing fine."
+
+                 *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Not for much longer," Barnsley told him. "When do I get out of here?"
+
+"Any day," Sanchez reassured him. "It was some job to learn an alien
+language with just your recordings and some of your educated guesses to
+go on. We've had a regular mob sweating on it night and day."
+
+"How is it coming?"
+
+"It turns out they're nothing to worry about. The fleet is close enough
+now to pick up their surface broadcasting. Believe me, your stupid act
+has them thoroughly confused. They hold debates over whether you could
+possibly be intelligent enough to belong in a spaceship."
+
+"Meanwhile, I'm slowly starving," said Barnsley.
+
+"Just hang on for a couple of days. Now that we know where they are,
+they're in for a shock. One of these mornings, they're going to hear
+voices from all over their skies, demanding to know what kind of savages
+they are to have kidnapped you--and in their own language!"
+
+Barnsley grinned into his improvised pillow as Sanchez signed off.
+Things would really work out after all. He was set for an immensely
+lucrative position; whether as ambassador, trade consultant, or colonial
+governor depended upon how well the experts bluffed the blubber-heads.
+Well, it seemed only his due for the risks he had taken.
+
+"Omigosh!" he grunted, sitting up as he pictured the horde of Terran
+Colonial experts descending upon the planet. "I'll be the only one here
+that hasn't learned to speak the language!"
+
+                                END
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+                              THE CYNIC'S
+                           RULES OF CONDUCT
+
+
+
+
+                                  The
+                          Cynic's Rules _of_
+                                Conduct
+
+
+                                  BY
+                          CHESTER FIELD, JR.
+
+
+                             PHILADELPHIA
+                         HENRY ALTEMUS COMPANY
+
+
+
+
+                          Copyright, 1905, by
+                             Henry Altemus
+
+                      Entered at Stationers' Hall
+
+
+
+
+                              THE CYNIC'S
+                           RULES OF CONDUCT
+
+
+Go to the Aunt, thou sluggard, and offer her ten off on your legacy
+for spot cash.
+
+
+The difference between a bad break and a _faux pas_ indicates the kind
+of society you are in.
+
+
+When alone in Paris behave as if all the world were your
+mother-in-law.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Remember, too, that perhaps you are not the sort of husband that
+Father used to make.
+
+
+You may refer to her cheeks as roses, but the man who sends her
+American beauties will leave you at the post.
+
+
+A woman should dress to make men covetous and women envious.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Even Cupid crosses his fingers at what he hears by moonlight.
+
+
+After marriage you may speak of her temper; but during courtship you
+had better refer to it as temperament.
+
+
+When dinners entice thee consent thou not.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+The position of the hostess should be at the doorway of the
+drawing-room to receive her guests. The position of her husband should
+be at his office desk making the money to pay for the blow-out.
+
+
+It is safer to do business with jailbirds than with relatives.
+
+
+Discuss family scandals before the servants. We should always be kind
+to the lower classes.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+When children paw a visitor's gown with their candied fingers the
+proper observation for the mother to make is: "My children are so
+affectionate."
+
+
+Reprimand your servants before your guests. It shows your authority.
+
+
+The chief duty of the best man is to prevent the groom from escaping
+before the ceremony.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+In marching up the aisle to the altar the bride carries either a bunch
+of flowers or a prayer book. Her father carries a bunch of money or a
+cheque book.
+
+
+On returning from the altar be careful not to step on the bride's
+train. There's trouble enough ahead without that.
+
+
+Don't blow your own horn when you can get some one else to blow it for
+you.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Keep your servants in good humor, if you can--but keep your servants.
+
+
+Your conduct in an elevator should be governed by circumstances.
+Should the lady's husband remove his hat keep yours on. Should he fail
+to remove it, take your hat off. This will embarrass him.
+
+
+Never put in the collection box less than ten per cent. of the amount
+you tip your waiter at luncheon.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+At afternoon funerals wear a frock coat and top hat. Should the
+funeral be your own, the hat may be dispensed with.
+
+
+It is never in good taste to indulge in personal pleasantries, such as
+referring to a lady's artificial teeth as her collection of
+porcelains.
+
+
+Beware of the man who never buys a gold brick. The chances are that he
+sells them.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Indorse checks about two inches from the end. Don't indorse notes at
+all.
+
+
+No house should be without its guest-chamber. Besides giving one's
+home an air of hospitality, it makes an admirable store-room for
+dilapidated furniture and unspeakable pictures.
+
+
+There is only one worse break than asking a woman her age: it is
+looking incredulous when she tells it.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+It is not good form to rehearse your domestic difficulties in public,
+but it is mighty interesting to your auditors.
+
+
+Never leave a guest alone for a moment. Force your entertainment upon
+him even if you have to use chloroform.
+
+
+If you would have a serene old age never woo a girl who keeps a diary.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+When you are inclined to be haughty, remember that a cook in the
+kitchen is worth two in the employment office.
+
+
+A chef is a cook who gets a salary instead of wages.
+
+
+It is better form for a bride to take her wedding journey with the
+groom than with the coachman.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Under no circumstances associate with persons who wear detachable
+cuffs. Such men are usually trying to get rich at the expense of the
+washerwoman.
+
+
+When crossing the Atlantic no gentleman will rock the boat.
+
+
+Take care of the luxuries and the necessities will take care of
+themselves.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Those who live in glass houses should be polite to reporters.
+
+
+When in a hurry to get to the poor house, take the road that leads
+through the bucket shop and passes the race track.
+
+
+Condensed milk should be used in a small flat.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Tell your rich relations how fast you are making money--your poor
+ones, how fast you are losing it.
+
+
+In taking soup try not to give others the impression that the plumbing
+is out of order.
+
+
+When giving a studio tea, remember that there should be soft lights
+and hard drinks.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Eschew the race-track and the roulette table. Faro is a squarer game
+than either.
+
+
+Beware of indiscriminate charity. You will never get your name in the
+paper by giving a tramp the price of a meal.
+
+
+Before marriage the fashionable tint for eyeglasses is rose; after
+marriage smoked glasses should be worn.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+If you would make a lifelong friend of a man who lives in a hall
+bedroom, accuse him of leading a double life.
+
+
+No sportsman will shoot craps during the closed season.
+
+
+Compliments paid a woman behind her back go farthest and are
+remembered longest.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Avoid having business relations with a man whose I. O. U. is not as
+good as his note; but take his note by preference.
+
+
+When playing poker, it is as bad form to wear a coat as it is to be
+shy.
+
+
+The father gives the bride away, but the small brother would like to.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+In the best society it is considered snobbish to wear a disguise when
+entertaining country cousins. Simply take them to places where you
+will not encounter your friends.
+
+
+At the tables of the very wealthy, brook trout have given place to
+gold fish.
+
+
+To get on in society a woman should cultivate repose--and a few
+prominent social leaders.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+When angry count ten before you speak. When "touched" count one
+thousand before you lend.
+
+
+In entering a crowded car, a lady should leave the door open. It is
+quite permissible for her to appropriate the seat of the man who gets
+up to close it.
+
+
+If your friend asks you to lend him your evening clothes, hide your
+toothbrush without delay.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Never leave the price tag on the present, unless it is a very
+expensive present.
+
+
+At a formal dinner the hostess should see that raw oyster forks should
+be placed alongside the plates. If she hasn't any raw oyster forks she
+may use cooked ones.
+
+
+You should bear in mind that to be kind to your employees, it is not
+absolutely essential that you kiss the stenographer every morning.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+If you would be thought a fool, play with a loaded pistol; if a knave,
+with loaded dice.
+
+
+Let the reign of your summer girl be no longer than her bathing suit.
+
+
+It is coarse for a divorcee to refer to her ex-husband as the late Mr.
+So-and-So. She should speak of him as, "My husband once removed."
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Every investor should have a ward. A ward's estate is a great
+convenience in unloading financial indiscretions.
+
+
+Avoid church fairs. It hurts less to be stung by the Scoffers than by
+the Faithful.
+
+
+People who think that newspaper advertisements are not read should
+watch a man sitting in a street car where women are standing.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+At a formal dinner, one may serve five different wines; but no
+indifferent ones.
+
+
+When in the street with a lady, a gentleman should not light a
+cigarette unless the lady does.
+
+
+A man will let go his religion before he parts with his
+respectability.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+An engagement ring should not be passed around like "the buck" in a
+poker game. "New girl, new ring," is the rule in select society.
+
+
+Dresses that look as if they had set the wearer's father back more
+than $100 should always be referred to as "frocks."
+
+
+Ladies should not wear garden hose except at garden parties.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Men will lose their reputations as gay deceivers when women are less
+willing to be deceived.
+
+
+When at a wedding breakfast try to remember that you will probably
+have other opportunities of drinking champagne.
+
+
+Remember that your wife's wardrobe is the Bradstreet in which women
+look for your rating.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+One of the joys of wealth is the right to preach the virtues of
+poverty.
+
+
+At a wedding married women cry because they've been through it and
+unmarried women for fear they won't.
+
+
+If a man's worth doing at all, he's worth doing well.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+When you end a letter "Please Burn This," post it in the fireplace.
+
+
+When you start out to "do" Wall Street buy a return ticket.
+
+
+Never refer to your indisposition as _mal de coeur_ when it is _mal de
+liqueur_.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Cure your wife of bargain-shopping and you will have more money for
+bucket-shopping.
+
+
+Encourage your husband to go to his club. Otherwise, you will miss a
+lot of gossip that you can use in your business.
+
+
+The mother-in-law joke was invented by a bachelor. To the married man
+the mother-in-law is no joke.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+It is not good form for a young girl to go to the theatre with a
+gentleman, unaccompanied by a chaperone. On the other hand, it is not
+good fun for her to go to the theatre with a chaperone, unaccompanied
+by a gentleman.
+
+
+No gentleman will strut about his club with his hat on. There is no
+rule, however, against his having a jag on.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+When you step on a lady's toes make some offhand remark about her feet
+being too small to be seen. This is older than the cave dwellers; but
+it still works.
+
+
+When organizing a friendly poker party, don't invite friends.
+
+
+Settle an allowance on your wife and you'll always know where to
+borrow money.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Strict convention decrees that if a young girl accepts from a man any
+gift more valuable than sweets, flowers or tips on the races, she
+shall not mention the fact to her mother.
+
+
+A corkscrew is not the only symbol of hospitality.
+
+
+When you catch your caller kissing the maid, remind her that the
+kitchen is the proper place to entertain her friends.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Don't forget to tell her that she's "not like other girls." It always
+works, whether you spring it on the belle of the village, the girl
+with a hare lip or the bearded lady at the circus.
+
+
+Spaghetti should be eaten only in the bath-tub.
+
+
+If you _must_ have your hand held, go to a manicure.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+The difference between bigamy and divorce is the difference between
+driving a double hitch and driving tandem.
+
+
+Never tell secrets to women. If you must talk about them, buy a
+megaphone.
+
+
+Don't tell a girl that she looks best when wearing a veil. She may not
+understand what you mean.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Take your servants into your confidence. You'll always get a lot of
+interesting information about your neighbors.
+
+
+It is a mistake to regard your linen as the leopard does his spots.
+
+
+Some girls want a home wedding; most girls want a church wedding; all
+girls want a wedding.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+If you use the same solitaire for the second engagement, don't refer
+to it as killing two birds with one stone.
+
+
+Cultivate cheerfulness in your household; money makes the _mere_ go.
+
+
+At Sunday night bridge parties no really nice girl will cheat.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+The way to save doctor's bills is not to pay them. Only a specialist
+would think of suing you.
+
+
+When you see a girl drowning, look before you leap.
+
+
+On your way to the altar, do not wear the expression of a man
+Mendelssohning into the jaws of death. Try to look as if your salary
+had just been raised.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Debutantes should never attend prize fights unchaperoned.
+
+
+In paying your fare always take your time. It annoys the conductor.
+
+
+Oysters are served after cocktails, soup after oysters, game after
+decomposition sets in.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+When choosing a wife shut your eyes; it's a sporting chance, because
+after all your wife is choosing you.
+
+
+The man who buys a gold brick hates to feel lonesome.
+
+
+The race is not always to the swift, though the smart set thinks it
+is.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+When attending an afternoon tea or musicale do not forget to leave a
+card. The social standing of your hostess determines whether it shall
+be a face card or a twospot.
+
+
+Besides leaving a card, leave all the small articles of value that you
+may find lying about in the dressing room.
+
+
+It is not necessary to throw rice at a departing bride and groom. The
+cab is already full of mush.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+In proposing to a girl always refer to your own unworthiness. She
+won't believe it at the time nor will you a few years later.
+
+
+Sweet are the uses of adversity to the gentlemen who conduct loan
+offices.
+
+
+When matching dollars, remember that two heads are better than one.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+At automobile funerals, the chauffeurs should be directed to play the
+Dead March on the French tooters. The effect is very refined.
+
+
+Drug store beauty isn't even skin-deep.
+
+
+Don't enter into a gentleman's agreement, if you're a gentleman.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Wild oats make poor breakfast-food.
+
+
+It is always good form to talk about nausea when caused by
+seasickness; but never otherwise.
+
+
+When your face is too full for utterance speak to her only with your
+eyes.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Show kindness to your creditors, but not unremitting kindness.
+
+
+Suspect the man who wants only a small loan; a little touch is a
+dangerous thing.
+
+
+Don't marry for money; but never let money stand between a girl and
+her happiness.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+"Conservative dressers," as the tailors call them, have discarded the
+night-cap except for internal use.
+
+
+When in Rome do the Romans.
+
+
+Don't buy for your daughter a Count that is likely to turn out a
+discount.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+Eat, drink and be merry, for to-morrow you may be married.
+
+
+It is not good form to congratulate a girl friend upon her engagement.
+Simply remark, "So you landed him at last."
+
+
+Pay no obvious compliments. A beautiful woman has her mirror.
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+If you can afford the right sort of lawyer you won't need any Rules of
+Conduct.
+
+
+
+                               [THE END]
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Cynic's Rules of Conduct, by Chester Field Jr.
+
+
+
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+
+                         Transcriber's Note:
+
+    This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science Fiction January
+    1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
+    copyright on this publication was renewed.
+
+
+                       NO SHIELD FROM THE DEAD
+
+
+                         By Gordon R. Dickson
+
+
+     _No conceivable force could penetrate Terri's shield. Yet he
+      was defenseless._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+It was a nice little party, but a bit obvious. Terri Mac saw through
+it before he had taken half a dozen steps into the apartment. A light
+flush staining his high cheek-bones. "This is ridiculous," he said.
+
+The light chatter ceased. Cocktail glasses were set down on various
+handy tables and ledges; and all faces in the room turned toward a man
+in his late fifties who sat propped up invalid-wise on pillows in a
+chair in a corner of the room.
+
+"The Comptroller is perspicacious," said the old man, agreeably,
+waving one hand in a casual manner. "On your way, children."
+
+And the people present smiled and nodded. Quite as if it were an
+ordinary leave-taking, they pushed past Terri Mac and filed out the
+door. Even the blonde, Terri had picked up at the embassy ball and who
+had brought him here, strolled off casually, but in a decidedly less
+drunken fashion than she had exhibited earlier in the evening.
+
+"Sit down," said the old man. Terri Mac did so, gazing searchingly at
+the skinny frame and white eyebrows in an unsuccessful effort to
+connect him with something in memory. "This is ridiculous," he
+repeated.
+
+"Really?" The old man smiled benignly. "And why so?"
+
+"Why--" the situation was so obvious that Terri fumbled--a little at a
+loss for words. "Obviously you intend some form of coercion, or else
+you would have come to me along recognized channels. And any thought
+of coercion is obviously--well, ridiculous."
+
+"Why?"
+
+"Why? You senile old fool, don't you know that I'm shielded? Don't you
+know all government officials from the fifth class up wear complete
+personal shields that are not only crack-proof but contain all the
+necessary elements to support life independently within the shield
+for more than twenty hours? Don't you know that I'll be missed in two
+hours at the most and tracked down in less than sixty minutes more?
+Are you crazy?"
+
+The old man chuckled, rubbing dry hands together. He said, "I'm
+shielded too. You can't get at me. And now the room's shielded. You
+can't get out of it."
+
+Terri stared at him. The initial shock was passing. His own statements
+anent the completeness of his protection had brought back confidence,
+and his natural coolness was returning. "What do you want?" he asked,
+eyeing the other narrowly.
+
+"Pleasure of your company," said the old man. "There are some very
+strong connections between us. Yes, very strong. We must get to know
+each other personally."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+It occurred to Terri that he had misinterpreted the situation. Relief
+came, mixed with a certain amount of chagrin at the way in which he
+allowed himself to show alarm. He had looked ridiculous. He leaned
+back in the chair and allowed a note of official hauteur and annoyance
+to creep into his voice. "I see," he said. "You want something?"
+
+The old man nodded energetically.
+
+"I do. Indeed I do."
+
+"And you think you have some kind of a bargaining tool that is useful
+but might not be so if it became known to official channels."
+
+"Well--" said the old man cautiously.
+
+"Don't waste my time," interrupted Terri, harshly. "I'm not an
+ordinary politician. No man who works his way up to the fifth level of
+the government is. I didn't get to where I am today by pussy-footing
+around and I haven't the leisure to spend on people who do. Now _what_
+do you want?"
+
+The other cackled. "Now, what do you think?" he said, putting one
+finger to his nose cunningly.
+
+"You are old," Terri said. "And therefore cautious. Consequently you
+would not risk trying to force something from me, but are almost
+certainly trying to sell me something. Now what do I want? Not the
+usual things, certainly. Within my position I have all the material
+things a man could want; and within my shield I enjoy complete
+immunity. No one but the Central Bureau, itself, can crack this
+shield. And no one but they can prevent the conditioned reflex that
+stops my heart if for some reason the shield should be broached. I
+have a hold on every man beneath me that prevents him from knifing me
+in the back. There could be only one thing that I want that you could
+give me--" he leaned forward, staring into the deep-pouched eyes--"and
+that is a means of getting at the man above me. Am I right?"
+
+"No," said the old man.
+
+Terri stiffened.
+
+"No?" he echoed in angry incredulity.
+
+Their eyes locked. For a long time they held, and at last Terri looked
+away.
+
+The old man sighed--sipped noisily from a drink on the table beside
+his chair.
+
+"Wait!" said Terri. To his own surprise, his voice was eager, even a
+little timorous in its hopefulness. "Wait. I've got it. There will be
+a test. There always is a test every time a man moves up. His
+superiors watch him when he doesn't suspect it. It will be that way
+for me when I am ready for the fourth level. And you have some kind of
+advance information. You know what the test will be. Maybe you know
+the man who will administer it. You want to sell me this information."
+
+The other said nothing.
+
+"Well," Terri spread his hands openly. "I am interested. I'll buy.
+What do you want. Money? A favor? Protection?"
+
+"No."
+
+"No?" Terri shouted, starting up from his chair. "What do you mean by
+no? Can't you say anything but 'no'?" A rage possessed him. He flung
+himself forward two furious steps to stand threateningly over the aged
+figure. "You doddering idiot! Say what you want, and quickly! My two
+hours are nearly up. I'll be missed. They'll be here in a few
+minutes--the Bureau Guards. They'll crack the room shield. They'll
+rescue me. And they'll take you into custody. To be questioned. To be
+executed. At my order. Do you understand? Your life depends on me."
+
+After a little, the old man chuckled again. "Yes," he muttered, in a
+high-pitched old voice. "That's the way it'll be."
+
+Terri stared at him. "You don't seem to understand. You're going to
+die."
+
+"Oh yes," said the old man, nodding his head indulgently. "I'll die.
+But I'm an old man. I'd die anyway in a year or so--maybe in a day or
+so. But for you--for a young man like you--the up and coming young
+governmental with everything to lose--" he leered slyly at Terri.
+"Your death won't be so easy for you to take."
+
+"I die?" echoed Terri, stupefied. "But I'm not going to die. They're
+coming to _rescue_ me."
+
+"Oh, are they?" said the old man, ironically.
+
+"Of course!" said Terri. "Of course, why shouldn't they?"
+
+The old man winked one faded eye portentously.
+
+"Fine young man," he said. "Up and coming young man. Brilliant. Never
+a thought for the people he trampled on the way up the ladder. Dear
+me, no."
+
+"What do you mean?" said Terri.
+
+The old eyes, looking up suddenly, pierced him.
+
+"Do you remember Kilaren?"
+
+"K-Kilaren?"
+
+"Kilaren," recited the old man as if quoting from a newspaper. "The
+beautiful young secretary of a provincial governor whose lecherous and
+unnatural pursuit drove her to suicide. So that one day to escape the
+governor, she jumped or fell from a high window. And the people of the
+province, who had for a long time heard ugly stories and rumors,
+finally mobbed the office and lynched the governor, hanging him from
+the same window from which the girl had jumped. They said that even
+the fall had not spoiled her beauty, but that was probably false." The
+old man's words dwindled away into silence.
+
+"If so what of it?" said Terri. "What's that to do with me?"
+
+"Why, you were there. You were the governor's aide, and when the mob
+had gone home and feeling had slackened off, you stepped into the gap
+and seized up the reins of government, handling matters so skillfully
+that you were immediately promoted to an under-post at Government
+City."
+
+"What of it?"
+
+"Why it was all your doing," replied the other, in a mildly reproving
+voice, "the rumors, the stories, the mob, even the suicide. Poor
+Kilaren--a pitiful pawn in your ruthless game to eliminate the
+governor in your mad dash up the ladder."
+
+"I never touched her!" cried Terri, his voice cracking. "I swear it."
+
+"Who said you did? The type of mind that stoops to murder would never
+have gotten you this far. But you were the one who hired her, knowing
+the governor's tendencies. You were the one that gave her work that
+kept her, night after night, alone with the man. You preyed upon her
+fear of losing her job. You threw the sin in her face after she had
+committed it. You told her what she might have been, and what she was,
+and what she would be. You broke her, day after day. In the sterile
+privacy of the office you reviled her, scorned her, brought her to
+believe that she was what she was not, a creature of filth and
+dishonor. You blocked off all avenues of escape but the one that led
+through one high window. _You killed her!_"
+
+"No!"
+
+"Yes!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Terri brought his quivering hands together and clenched them in his
+lap. He stared at the old man. "Who are you?"
+
+"I was a friend of hers. We lived in the same hotel-apartment. She had
+no family. I believe you knew that when you hired her."
+
+"I see," said Terri. He drew a long, deep, shuddering breath, and
+leaned back in the chair. "So that's the story," he said, his voice
+strengthening, "I might have known it. Blackmail. There are always
+fools that want to try blackmail."
+
+"No," said the old man. "Not Blackmail, Comptroller. I want your
+life."
+
+Terri laughed shortly, contemptuously. "No knowledge that you have can
+threaten my life."
+
+"They will come," said the old man, leaning wearily back against his
+cushions. "As you said, the Bureau Guards will come; and I think I
+shall kill myself when I hear them starting to crack the shield around
+this room. They will come in and find you with a dead man. What will
+you tell them, Terri?"
+
+"Tell them? Anything I choose. They won't question _me_."
+
+"No. The guards won't. But the Bureau will. How can they raise a man
+to the fourth level when there is a two-hour mystery in his
+background? They will want to know what you were doing here."
+
+"I was kidnapped," said Terri.
+
+"By whom? Can you prove it? And why?"
+
+"I've been held a prisoner here."
+
+"By a dead man? No, no, Terri. The circumstances are suspicious. You
+walk away from the embassy under your own power. You disappear and are
+found in a shielded room with a man who has committed suicide. This
+must be explained, and in the end you will have to tell them the
+truth."
+
+"And what if I do?" said Terri, truculently.
+
+"But the truth is so fantastic, Terri. So uncheckable. I am dead, and
+I am the only one who could have supported your story. These people
+who were here when you came in are common actors. They have no idea
+why I wanted you decoyed here. These are my rooms. And there is no
+obvious connection between me and the dead Kilaren. And perhaps I will
+decide to live just long enough to denounce you as a traitor when they
+enter."
+
+Ashen-faced, Terri stared.
+
+"The Bureau will have to question you. They will clamp a block on your
+mind so that you can't operate the reflex that stops your heart. And
+they will question you over and over again, because the Bureau cannot
+afford to take chances. You will go into a private hell of your own,
+Terri Mac. You will tell the story of your own evil to that girl over
+and over again, pleading to be believed. And they will not believe
+you. And in the end they will kill you, just to be on the safe side.
+Because, you see, you _might_ have been doing something traitorous in
+these two shielded hours."
+
+Terri's head bobbed limply, like a drunken man's. He made one last
+effort. "Why?" he said. "Why do you do this? Your life. For a girl who
+was no connection to you?"
+
+The old man folded his hands.
+
+"I was a little like your governor," he said. "We all have our sins. I
+loved Kilaren and the shock of her death wrecked my health." He cocked
+his head suddenly on one side. "Listen," he said.
+
+From beyond the closed door of the room, a high-pitched humming was
+barely audible. It grew in volume, going up the scale. Terri leaped to
+his feet; and for the space of a couple of seconds, he lunged first
+this way then that, like a wild animal beating against its trap. Then,
+as if all will had at last gone out of him, he stopped in the middle
+of the room and closed his eyes. For a fraction of a moment he stood
+there, before a faint convulsion seized him and he fell.
+
+With a faint smile on his face, the old man reached out to a hidden
+switch and cut the shield about the room. Uniformed guards tumbled
+through the door, to pull up in dismay at the sight of the body on the
+floor.
+
+"I'm sorry," said the old man, "I must have turned the shield on by
+mistake. I was trying to signal someone. The Comptroller seems to have
+had a heart attack."
+
+THE END
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's No Shield from the Dead, by Gordon Rupert Dickson
+
+
+
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+
+                              MOON GLOW
+
+                         By G. L. VANDENBURG
+
+[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Amazing Stories November
+1958. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
+copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+    _That first trip to the moon has been the subject of many stories.
+    Mr. Vandenburg has come up with as novel a twist as we've ever read._
+
+    _And it could happen._
+
+
+The Ajax XX was the first American space craft to make a successful
+landing on the moon. She had orbited the Earth's natural satellite for a
+day and a half before making history. The reason for orbiting was
+important. The Russians had been boasting for a number of years that
+they would be first. Captain Junius Robb, U.S.A.F., had orders to
+investigate before and after landing.
+
+The moon's dark side was explored, due to the unknown hazards involved,
+during the orbiting process. More thorough investigation was possible on
+the moon's familiar side. The results seemed to be incontrovertible.
+Captain Junius Robb and his crew of four were the first humans to tread
+the ashes of the long dead heavenly body. The Russians, for all their
+boasts, had never come near the place.
+
+The Ajax XX stood tall and gaunt and mighty, framed against the
+forbidding blackness of space. Captain Robb had maneuvered her down to
+the middle of an immense crater, which the crew came to nickname "the
+coliseum without seats."
+
+Robb had orders not to leave the ship. Consequently, the crew of four
+scrupulously chosen, well-integrated men split into two groups of two.
+For three days they labored at gathering specimens, conducting countless
+tests and piling up as much data as time and weight would allow. Captain
+Robb kept them well reminded of the weight problem attached to the
+return trip.
+
+Near the end of the third day Captain Robb contacted his far flung crew
+members over helmet intercom. He ordered them back to the Ajax XX for a
+briefing session.
+
+Soon the men entered the ship. They were hot, uncomfortable and
+exhausted. Once back on Earth they could testify that there was nothing
+romantic about a thirty-five-pound pressure suit.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Hamston, the rocket expert, summed it up: "With that damn bulb over his
+skull a man is helpless to remove a single bead of perspiration. He
+could easily develop into a raving maniac."
+
+Robb held his meeting in the control room. "You have eight hours to
+finish your work, gentlemen. We're blasting off at 0900."
+
+"I beg your pardon, Captain," said Kingsley, the young man in charge of
+radio operation, "but what about Washington? They haven't made contact
+yet and I thought--"
+
+"I talked with Washington an hour ago!"
+
+A modest cheer of approval went up from the crew members.
+
+"Well, why didn't you say so before!" said Anderson, the first officer.
+
+Robb explained. "It seems _their_ equipment has been haywire for two
+days, they haven't been able to get through."
+
+"How do you like that!" cracked Farnsworth, the astrogator. "We're two
+hundred and forty thousand miles off the Earth and our equipment works
+fine. They have all the comforts of Earth down at headquarters and they
+can't repair radio transmission for two days!"
+
+The men laughed.
+
+"Gentlemen," Robb continued, "every radio and TV network in the country
+was hooked up to the chief's office in Washington. I not only talked to
+General Lovett, I spoke to the whole damn country."
+
+The men could not contain their excitement. The captain received a
+verbal pelting of stored-up questions.
+
+"Did you get word to my family, Captain?" asked Kingsley.
+
+"I hope you told them we're physically sound, Captain," said Farnsworth.
+"I have a fiancee that'll never forgive me if anything happens to me--"
+
+"What's the reaction like around the country--"
+
+"Have the Russians had anything to say yet--"
+
+"Ha! I'll bet they're sore as hell--"
+
+"Do you think the army would mind if I hand in my resignation?"
+Kingsley's remark brought vigorous applause from the others.
+
+Captain Robb held up his hand for silence. "Hold on! Hold on! First of
+all, General Lovett has personally contacted relatives and told them
+we're all physically and mentally sound. Secondly, you'd better get set
+to receive the biggest damn welcome in history. The general says half
+the nation has invaded Florida for the occasion."
+
+"Tell them we're not coming back," snapped Kingsley, "until the Florida
+Tourist Bureau gives us a cut."
+
+"Kingsley, the President has declared a national holiday. We'll all be
+able to write our own ticket."
+
+"Yes," Anderson put in, "to hell with the Florida Tourist Bureau!"
+
+Captain Robb said, "We'll be so sick of parades we'll wish we'd stayed
+in this God forsaken place."
+
+"Not me," boasted Farnsworth. "I'm ready for a parade in my honor any
+old time. The sooner the better."
+
+"Oh, and about the Russians," said Captain Robb, smiling. "There's been
+nothing but a steady stream of 'no comment' out of the Kremlin since we
+landed here."
+
+"Right now," said Hamston, "it's probably high noon for every scientist
+behind the iron curtain."
+
+"I wonder how they plan to talk their way out of this one?" asked
+Farnsworth.
+
+"Gentlemen, I'd like to go on talking about the welcome we're going to
+receive, but I think we'd better take first things first. Before there
+can be a welcome we have to get back. And we still have work to do
+before we start."
+
+"What about souvenirs, Captain?" asked Farnsworth.
+
+Robb pursed his lips thoughtfully, "Yes, I guess there is a matter of
+souvenirs, isn't there."
+
+The others detected a note of disturbance in the way the captain spoke.
+
+Kingsley asked, "Is anything wrong, Captain?"
+
+Robb laughed with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm. "Nothing is wrong,
+Kingsley. The fact is we've taken on enough additional weight here to
+give us some concern on the return trip." He paused to study the faces
+of his men. They were disappointed. "But," he added emphatically, "I
+seem to remember promising something about souvenirs--and I guess a man
+can't travel five hundred thousand miles without something to show for
+it. I'll get together with Hamston and work out something. But remember
+that weight problem. First trouble we encounter on the return trip and a
+souvenir will be our number one expendable."
+
+The crew was more than happy with Robb's compromise. Robb went into a
+huddle with Hamston, the rocket expert. When he emerged he informed the
+crew that each man would be permitted one souvenir which must not exceed
+two pounds. He allowed them four hours to find whatever they wanted. The
+men got back into their pressure suits and left the ship.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Captain Junius Robb stood outside the Ajax XX. His eyes scanned the
+great circular plain that stretched for fifty miles in all directions.
+The distant jagged rises of the crater's rim resembled the lower half of
+a gigantic bear trap.
+
+The moon in all its splendor--wasn't there a song that went something
+like that?--the moon in all its splendor, or lack of it was Robb's mute
+opinion. The scientists, as usual, were right about the place. To all
+intents and purposes the moon was as dead as The Roman Empire. True they
+had found scattered vegetation; there were even two or three volcanoes
+spewing carbonic acid, but they spewed it as though it were life's last
+breath.
+
+Nothing more. The fires of the moon had given way to soft lifeless
+ashes.
+
+Robb was glad he had allowed the men to look for souvenirs. After all,
+it wasn't a hell of a lot to ask for. A man could cut press clippings
+and collect medals and frame citations; and probably these things would
+impress grandchildren someday. But it seemed that nothing would be quite
+as effective as for a man to be able to produce something tangible, an
+authentic piece of the moon itself.
+
+Captain Robb had always tried to be a humble man. He recalled an
+interview held by the three wire services a week before take-off. One of
+the reporters had asked the obvious question, "Why do you want to go to
+the moon?" He could have given all of the high sounding, aesthetic
+reasons, but instead his answer was indirect, given with a modest smile.
+"To get to the other side, I guess," he had told them.
+
+Like the chicken crossing the road, that was how simple and
+uncomplicated Robb's life had been. But now he stood, his feet spread
+apart, beside his mighty ship, a quarter of a million miles away from
+home. He was the first! And he could not fight back the feeling of pride
+and accomplishment that welled in him. The word "first" in this instance
+conjured up names like Balboa, Columbus, Peary, Magellan--and Junius
+Robb.
+
+The crew members deserved the hero's welcome they would receive. They
+could have the banquets, parades and honorary degrees. But it was Junius
+Robb who had commanded the flight. It would be Junius Robb's name for
+the history books.
+
+He wouldn't be needing any souvenirs.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Kingsley and Anderson were the first to return. They both carried small
+leather bags. Inside the ship they revealed the contents to Robb. He
+examined them carefully.
+
+Kingsley had found an uncommonly large patch of brownish vegetation. He
+had torn away a sizeable chunk and placed it in the bag. "Who knows?" he
+shrugged. "I might be able to cultivate it."
+
+"Or let it play the lead in a science fiction movie," snapped Anderson.
+
+The first officer's bag contained a piece of one of the smaller craters.
+It had no immediately discernable value. It was Anderson's intention to
+polish it up and put some kind of a metal plaque on it.
+
+Four more hours went by and there was no sign of Farnsworth or Hamston.
+Robb began to worry. He'd never forgive himself if anything happened to
+either of the two men. He waited another half hour, then ordered Kinsley
+and Anderson to put on their pressure suits and go look for the two
+missing crew members.
+
+The search was avoided as Farnsworth entered the ship dragging Hamston
+behind him.
+
+"What happened!" yelled Robb.
+
+Farnsworth began the job of getting out of his pressure suit. "I don't
+know. Hamston's sick as a dog. I checked every inch of his suit and
+couldn't find anything out of order."
+
+Robb bent over the prone rocket expert. Hamston looked up at him with
+half-opened eyes and an insipid grin on his face. He mumbled something
+about "a fine state of affairs."
+
+They removed Hamston's suit and placed his limp frame on a bunk. Robb
+examined him for forty minutes.
+
+He reached the curious conclusion that Hamston was as fit as a fiddle.
+
+The rocket expert fell asleep. Robb and the rest of the crew prepared to
+blast off.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The Ajax XX thrust itself through space, halfway back to its home
+planet.
+
+The excitement of her crew members grew with every passing second. In
+his concern over Hamston, Farnsworth had forgotten about his souvenir.
+He now opened his bag and displayed it before the others.
+
+"What is it?" asked Kingsley.
+
+"Dust!" was Farnsworth's proud reply.
+
+"What the hell you going to do with dust?"
+
+"Maybe you don't know it but this is going to be the most valuable dust
+on the face of the Earth! Do you realize what I can get for an ounce of
+this stuff?"
+
+"What's anybody want to buy dust for?"
+
+"Souvenirs, man, souvenirs!"
+
+Farnsworth asked to see what Kingsley and Anderson had picked up. The
+two men obliged. For the next hour the three men and Robb discussed the
+mementoes and their possible uses on Earth.
+
+Then Anderson said, "I sure wouldn't turn down about a gallon of good
+Kentucky whiskey right now!"
+
+Robb laughed. "We did enough sweating on the way. You wouldn't want to
+sweat out the trip back on a belly full of booze."
+
+"That may be a better idea than you think it is, Captain."
+
+The four men turned to find Hamston sitting up on his bunk.
+
+"Hamston!" Robb exclaimed, "how do you feel?"
+
+"Terrible."
+
+"What happened to you?" asked Kingsley.
+
+Hamston stared at each man individually. He took a deep breath and his
+cheeks puffed up as he let it out slowly. "Well, I guess you'd better
+know now."
+
+Robb frowned. "What do you mean?"
+
+"Farnsworth and I separated after we got about four miles from the ship.
+I thought I saw something that looked like a cave. I figured I might
+find something interesting there to take back with me. So I told
+Farnsworth I'd keep radio contact with him and off I went."
+
+"Did you find a cave?" Robb wanted to know.
+
+"No, it was just a big indentation in the wall of the crater. I threw
+some light on it and found it to be ten or fifteen feet deep." He paused
+as though not sure of what to say next.
+
+"So?"
+
+"So that's where I found my souvenir."
+
+"Well, let's see it!" said Anderson.
+
+Hamston opened his leather bag. The object he removed rendered the crew
+weak in the knees. He said, "We can have that drink, Anderson, but I
+don't think we'll enjoy it."
+
+He poured them each a shot from a half-filled bottle of Vodka.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+                                TAPE JOCKEY
+
+                                By Tom Leahy
+
+[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science
+Fiction March 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+[Sidenote: _Pettigill was, you might say, in tune with the world. It
+wouldn't even have been an exaggeration to say the world was in tune
+with Pettigill. Then somebody struck a sour note...._]
+
+
+The little man said, "Why, Mr. Bartle, come in. This is indeed a
+pleasure." His pinched face was lighted with an enthusiastic smile.
+
+"You know my name, so I suppose you know the _Bulletin_ sent me for a
+personality interview," the tall man who stood in the doorway said in a
+monotone as if it were a statement he had made a thousand times--which
+he had.
+
+"Oh, certainly, Mr. Bartle. I was informed by Section Secretary Andrews
+this morning. I must say, I am greatly honored by this visit, too. Oh
+heavens, here I am letting you stand in the doorway. Excuse my
+discourtesy, sir--come in, come in," the little man said, and bustled
+the bored Bartle into a great room.
+
+The walls of the room were lined by gray metal boxes that had spools of
+reproduction tape mounted on their vertical fronts--tape recorders,
+hundreds of them.
+
+"I have a rather lonely occupation, Mr. Bartle, and sometimes the common
+courtesies slip my mind. It is a rather grievous fault and I beg you to
+overlook it. It would be rather distressing to me if Section Secretary
+Andrews were to hear of it; he has a rather intolerant attitude toward
+such _faux pas_. Do you understand what I mean? Not that I'm
+dissatisfied with my superior--perish the thought, it's just that--"
+
+"Don't worry, I won't breathe a word," the tall man interrupted without
+looking at the babbling fellow shuffling along at his side. "Mr.
+Pettigill, I don't want to keep you from your work for too long, so I'll
+just get a few notes and make up the bulk of the story back at the
+paper." Bartle searched the room with his eyes. "Don't you have a chair
+in this place?"
+
+"Oh, my gracious, yes. There goes that old discourtesy again, eh?" the
+little man, Pettigill, said with a dry laugh. He scurried about the room
+like a confused squirrel until he spotted a chair behind his desk. "My
+chair. My chair for you, Mr. Bartle!" Again the dry laugh.
+
+"Thanks, Mr. Pettigill."
+
+"Arthur. Call me Arthur. Formality really isn't necessary among Mid
+Echelon, do you think? Section Secretary Andrews has often requested I
+call him Morton, but I just can't seem to bring myself to such
+informality. After all, he is Sub-Prime Echelon. It makes one
+uncomfortable, shall we say, to step out of one's class?" He stopped
+talking and the corners of his mouth dropped quickly as if he had just
+been given one minute to live. "You--you _are_ only Mid Echelon, aren't
+you? I mean, if you are Sub-Prime, I shouldn't be--"
+
+"Relax, Mr. Pettigill--'Arthur'--I _am_ Mid Echelon. And I'm only that
+because my father was a man of far more industry than I; I inherited my
+classification."
+
+"So? Well, now. Interesting--very. He must have been a great man, a
+great man, Mr. Bartle."
+
+"So I am told, Arthur. But let's get on with it," Bartle said, taking
+some scrap paper and a pencil stub from his tunic pocket. "Now, tell me
+about yourself and the Melopsych Center."
+
+"Well," the little man began with a sigh and blinked his eyes peculiarly
+as though he were mentally shuffling events and facts like a deck of
+cards. "Well, I--my life would be of little interest, but the Center is
+of the utmost importance. That's it--I am no more than a physical
+extremity that functions in accord with the vital life that courses
+through the great physique of the Center! No more--I ask no more than to
+serve the Center and in turn, my fellow citizens, whether they be Prime,
+Sub-Prime, Mid, or even Sub-Lower!"
+
+He stopped speaking, affecting a martyr-like pose. Bartle covered a
+smile with his hand.
+
+"Well, Bartle, as you know, the Center--the Melopsych Center, a
+thoroughly inadequate name for the installation I might say--is the
+point of broadcast for these many taped musical selections contrived by
+Mass Psych as a therapeutic treatment for the various Echelon levels. It
+is the Great Psychiatrist--the Father Confessor. For where can one bare
+one's soul, or soothe one's nerves and disposition frayed by a day's
+endeavor, better than in the tender yet firm embrace of music?"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Bartle was straining to follow the train of thought that was lost in the
+camouflage of Pettigill's flowery phraseology.
+
+"You see all about you these many recorders, Mr. Bartle?"
+
+Bartle nodded.
+
+"On those machines, sir, are spools of tape. Music tapes, all music. My
+heavens, every kind: classical music, jazz, western, all kinds of music.
+Some tapes are no more than a single melodious note, sustained for
+whatever length of time necessary to relax and please the Echelon level
+home it is being beamed to. Oh, I tell you, Mr. Bartle, when the last
+tape has expended itself for the day, as our service code suggests, I
+leave this great edifice with a feeling of profound pride in the fact
+that I have so served my fellow man. You share that feeling too, don't
+you Mr. Bartle?"
+
+Bartle shrugged. Pettigill paused and looked at the watch he carried on
+a long chain attached to a clasp on his tunic.
+
+"A Benz chronometer, given to me by Section Secretary Andrews on the
+completion of my twenty-five years of service. It's radio-synchronized
+with the master timepiece in Greenland. It gives me a feeling of close
+communion with my superiors, if you understand what I mean."
+
+Bartle did not. He said, "Am I keeping you from your work? If I am, I
+believe I can fill in on most of this back at the paper; we have files
+on the Center's operation."
+
+The little man hurriedly put out a hand to restrain Bartle who was
+easing out of the chair.
+
+"Not yet, Mr. Bartle," he said, suddenly much more sober. Then his
+incongruous pomposity appeared again. "My gracious, no, you aren't
+keeping me from my work. I just must start the Mid-Lower Echelon tape.
+It won't take a moment. Tonight, they receive 'Concerto For Ass's
+Jawbone.' Sounds rather ridiculous, doesn't it? Be that as it may, there
+is a certain stimulation in its rhythmic cacophony. Aboriginality--yes,
+I would say it arouses a primitive exaltation."
+
+He flicked a switch above the recorder, turned a knob, and pressed the
+starter button on the machine. The tape began winding slowly from one
+spool to another.
+
+"Is it 'casting'?" Bartle asked. "I don't hear a thing."
+
+Pettigill laughed. "My stars, no; you can't hear it. See--" He pointed
+at a needle doing a staccato dance on the meter face of the machine.
+"That tells me everything is operating properly. Mass Psych advises us
+never to listen to 'casts. The selections were designed by them for
+specific social and intellectual levels. It could cause us to experience
+a rather severe emotional disturbance."
+
+A peculiar look came over Bartle's face. "Is there ever a time when all
+the machines run at once? That is, when every Echelon home is tuned to
+the melopsych tapecasts?"
+
+Pettigill registered surprise. "Why, certainly, Mr. Bartle. Don't you
+know Amendment 34206-B specifically states that all Echelon homes must
+receive music therapy at 2300 hours every night? Of course, different
+tapes to different homes."
+
+"That's what I mean."
+
+"Haven't you been abiding by the directive, Mr. Bartle?"
+
+"I told you I owed my classification to my father's industry. I am
+definitely lax in my duties."
+
+Pettigill laughed--almost wickedly, Bartle thought.
+
+"What I'm getting at, is," Bartle continued, "what if the wrong 'casts
+were channeled into the various homes?"
+
+"I remind you, sir, I am in charge of the Center and have been for
+thirty years. Not even the slightest mistake of that nature has ever
+occurred during that time!"
+
+"That, I can believe, Pettigill," Bartle said, his voice edged with
+sarcasm. "But, hypothetically, if it were to happen, what would the
+reaction be?"
+
+The little man fidgeted with his watch chain. Then he leaned close to
+Bartle and said in a barely audible whisper, "This isn't for publication
+in your article, is it?"
+
+"You don't think the Government would allow that, do you? No, this is to
+satisfy my own curiosity."
+
+"Well, since we're both Mid Echelon--brothers, so to speak--I suppose we
+can share a secret. It will be disastrous! I firmly believe it will be
+disastrous, Mr. Bartle!" He moved closer to the tall man. "I recall a
+secret administrative directive we received here twenty years ago
+concerning just that. In essence, it stated that, though music therapy
+has its great advantages, if the pattern of performance were broken or
+altered, a definite erratic emotional reaction would develop on the part
+of the citizens! That was twenty years ago, and I shudder to think what
+might be the response now; especially if the 'cast were completely
+foreign to the recipient." He gave a little shudder to emphasize the
+horror of the occurrence. "It would make psychotics of the entire
+citizenry! That's what would happen--a nation of psychotics!"
+
+"The fellow who didn't hear the 'miscast' would be top dog, eh,
+Pettigill? He could call his shots."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Pettigill twirled the watch chain faster between a forefinger and thumb.
+"No, he'd gain nothing," he said, staring as though hypnotized by the
+whirling, gold chain. "It would take more than one _sane_ person to
+control the derelict population. Perhaps--perhaps two," he mumbled.
+"Yes, I think perhaps two could."
+
+"You and who else, Pettigill?"
+
+Pettigill stepped back and drew himself erect. "What? You actually
+entertain the idea th--" He laughed dryly. "Oh, you're pulling my leg,
+eh, Mr. Bartle."
+
+"I suppose I am."
+
+"Well, such a remark gives one a jolt, if you know what I mean. Even
+though we are speaking of a hypothetical occurrence, we must be cautious
+about such talk, Mr. Bartle. Although our government is a benevolent
+organization, it _is_ ill-disposed toward such ideas." He cleared his
+throat. "Now, is there anything else I can tell you about the Center?"
+
+Bartle arose from the chair, stuffing the scrap paper and unused pencil
+back in his pocket. "Thanks, no," he said, "I think this'll cover it. Oh
+yes, the article will appear in this Sunday's edition. Thanks,
+Pettigill, for giving me your time."
+
+"Oh, I wish to thank you, Mr. Bartle. Being featured in a _Bulletin_
+article is the ultimate to a man such as I--a man whose only wishes are
+to serve his country and his brothers."
+
+"I'm sure you're doing both with great efficiency," Bartle said as he
+apathetically shook Pettigill's hand and started toward the door.
+
+"A moment, Mr. Bartle--" the little man called.
+
+Bartle stopped and turned.
+
+"I perceive, Mr. Bartle, you are a man of exceptional ability,"
+Pettigill said and cleared his throat. "It seems a shame to waste such
+talent; it should be directed toward some definite goal. Do you
+understand what I mean? After all, we're all brothers, you know. It
+would be for my benefit as well as yours."
+
+"Sure, sure, 'brother'," Bartle snorted and left.
+
+He started for the paper office but decided to let the story go until
+morning. What the hell, he had a stock format for all such articles. The
+people were the same: selfless, heroic type, citizens working for the
+mutual good of all. Only the names were different. And yet, this
+Pettigill had disturbed him. Perhaps it was something he had said that
+Bartle could not remember.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He walked into his warm flat and extracted the pre-cooked meal from the
+electroven. He ate with little relish, abstractly thinking of the
+foolish little cog in the governmental machine he had talked with that
+afternoon. Or was Pettigill that foolish little cog? Bartle could not
+help but feel there was something deep inside him that did not show in
+that wizened and seemingly open little face. He thought about it the
+rest of the evening.
+
+He looked at the clock on the night table--2300 hours. "Pettigill's
+Lullaby Hour," he thought. Bartle chuckled and switched off the bed
+light. He was asleep before the puffs of air had escaped from under the
+covers he pulled over himself.
+
+When the phone rang at 0300, Bartle was strangely not surprised,
+although, consciously, he was expecting no call.
+
+"Hello," he said sleepily.
+
+"Bartle? This is Pettigill." The voice _was_ Pettigill's but the
+nervous, timid, quality was gone. "I assume you did not hear the 2300
+'cast?"
+
+"You assume correctly, Pettigill. What d'you want?"
+
+"Come on over to the Center; we'll split a fifth of former Section
+Secretary Andrews' Scotch."
+
+"What the hell do you mean?"
+
+"Were you serious about that 'therapy revolution' we were talking about
+this afternoon?"
+
+"I'm always serious. So what?"
+
+"Excellent, excellent," Pettigill laughed. "I've spent thirty years just
+waiting for such a man as you! No, I'm serious, my cynical friend--what
+position would you like in the new government?"
+
+"Let's see--why don't you make my descendants real peachy happy and make
+me, say, Administrator of Civilian Relations. That sounds big and
+important."
+
+"Fine, fine! Tell me, Bartle--how are your relations with psychotics?"
+
+Bartle leaped to the floor. Instantly he recalled what Pettigill had
+said that had disturbed him. When they had been discussing the
+repercussions of a miscast, Pettigill had said, "it _will_ be
+disastrous" and not "it _would_ be disastrous." The devil had been
+planning just such a thing for God knows how long!
+
+"How many of 'em, Pettigill?" Bartle asked.
+
+"A lot, Bartle, a lot," the little man answered. "I would say 170
+million! I might even say, a nation of psychotics!" He giggled again.
+
+A smile sliced through Bartle's sallow cheeks. "My relations with them
+would be the best! Keep that Scotch handy, Pettigill. I'll be right
+over."
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+Produced by Greg Weeks and the Online Distributed
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+
+
+    Transcriber's Note:
+
+    This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction May 1954.
+    Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
+    copyright on this publication was renewed.
+
+
+
+
+                    Back to Julie
+
+                  By RICHARD WILSON
+
+
+                Illustrated by VIDMER
+
+
+_The side-shuffle is no dance step. It's the choice between making time
+... and doing time!_
+
+
+
+
+You can't go shooting off to _that_ dimension for peanuts. I don't
+want to give you the impression that peanuts are in short supply here,
+or that our economy is in the fix of having to import them sidewise.
+What I'm trying to convey is that, if you're one of the rare ones
+functionally equipped to do the side-shuffle, you ought to be well
+paid for it--in any coin.
+
+That's what I told Krasnow. And he wasn't after peanuts. "I'll do it,"
+I said, "if you'll make it worth my while."
+
+"I'd hardly expect you to do it for nothing," he replied
+reproachfully. "How much do you want?"
+
+I told him. The amount shook him up, but only briefly.
+
+"Okay," he said grudgingly. "I suppose I'll have to give it to you.
+But the stuff had better be good."
+
+"Oh, it is," I assured him. "And you don't have to be afraid, because
+I couldn't possibly skip with the loot. I'll have to travel naked. I
+can't get there with so much as a sandal on one foot or a filling in a
+single tooth. Fortunately, my teeth are perfect."
+
+Sweat poured off Krasnow's florid face as he worked the combination of
+his office safe. His fat jowls quivered unhappily around his cigar
+while he counted out the bills. Ten per cent was cash in advance, and
+the rest went into a bank account in my name. I paid off a batch of
+bills, then stripped and did my off-to-Buffalo.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Honest" John Krasnow was a crooked District Attorney who wanted to be
+Governor and then President. He had the Machine, but he didn't have
+the People. And, because he needed the People, he needed me. I had
+been to this other dimension--the one on the farthest branch of the
+time-tree--and I could give him what he wanted.
+
+Krasnow found out about it after I was hauled up in front of him on a
+check-kiting charge. I'd had something of a reputation before I got
+into difficulties and, in trying to live up to the reputation, I had
+done some plain and fancy financing. Nothing that fifteen to twenty
+grand wouldn't have fixed--but while I scrounged around, trying to get
+cash, I kited a few checks. They pyramided me right into the D.A.'s
+office, where Krasnow was properly sympathetic.
+
+"How," he asked, "could a man of your standing in the scientific world
+stoop so low?" It developed into quite a lecture and, even coming from
+Krasnow, it made me feel pretty low.
+
+So I began explaining. I told him where I was born, and where I went
+to school, and where I had taken my sabbaticals--including this other
+dimension. And Krasnow believed me. I can't account for it, except
+possibly because he knew he was a crook and knew I wasn't
+one--exactly. Anyway, he believed me, and we made the deal and I did
+the side-shuffle, as agreed.
+
+The journey to that other dimension is not a pleasant one. It does
+disturbing things to the stomach, and you see everything thin and
+elongated, as if you're sitting too far to the side in a movie
+theater.
+
+I got there, however, and waited for the hiccups to subside. _Hiccupi
+laterali_, I had called them when I considered writing an article for
+the _Medical Journal_ after my first trip. With the hiccupi gone, I
+stole some clothing--which was one of the riskiest parts of the
+program--and waited for morning. I didn't have any money, of course,
+so I had to hitchhike into town.
+
+I could have stolen myself a better fit, but people aren't
+clothes-conscious in that dimension. They're more interested in what
+you are and what you can do. The driver of the car that gave me a lift
+asked, "And what is your field of endeavor?"
+
+I told him, "I am able to eliminate the long wait in ivory production
+by accelerating the growth cycle of elephants."
+
+He was deeply impressed and tipped me handsomely. I was less impressed
+with his talent for growing cobless corn, and therefore had to return
+only a small part of the sum he gave me.
+
+The world of this dimension had developed some remarkable parallels to
+Earth. I mean our Earth, which falls into what I have designated
+Timeline One Point One, since it's the Earth with which I am most
+familiar. Every other world that has a language calls itself Earth,
+too. I had to visit briefly hundreds of the lateral worlds, hovering
+over primordial swamps, limitless oceans, insect kingdoms and
+radioactive planetoids, before I found the one that was truly
+parallel.
+
+It existed in Timeline Seventeen Point Zero Eight, and it had
+refrigerators, platinum blondes, automobiles, airplanes, apple pie,
+tabloids, television, scotch and soda--just about everything we think
+makes life worthwhile. But it had its little differences, which was
+only to be expected in a timeline where the bionomics could create a
+new world each time someone changed his mind.
+
+Thus, the cobless-corn man was driving what looked to me like a
+Chevrolet, but which was a Morton in his world. He let me off near a
+downtown restaurant where, thanks to our little exchange of talent
+talk, I had enough money for breakfast. It was considered unethical to
+swap talent talk outside the limits of certain rigidly defined groups,
+so I didn't try to out-impress the waitress.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Fed, and filling my stolen clothes a bit better, I walked to the
+recorder's office and spent the rest of the morning looking up old
+documents. There was nothing there for Krasnow, as I had expected. But
+for me there was a very pretty file clerk. Talking to her, I verified
+my impression that human instincts and relationships were much the
+same in this dimension as in my own--except in the one basic respect
+that interested Krasnow, of course.
+
+The file clerk and I lunched together and then I spent the afternoon
+in the library. But I didn't find anything there, either, and then I
+had dinner with her. She said her name was Julie. I told her mine was
+Heck, for Hector, which it is. She thought this was "awfully cute" and
+we got along fine.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Julie had a delightful apartment and a matching sense of hospitality.
+The following day, when she went to work, I stayed home and washed the
+dishes and made the bed and used the telephone.
+
+I ran up quite a bill with my long-distance calls, but I found out
+what I needed to know. I impressed a lot of people with my elephant
+story and pretended to be impressed hardly at all with what they told
+me they did--although often I was, very much.
+
+The trouble with these people is that they no longer know how to lie,
+if that can be listed as trouble. I don't think it can. Neither did
+Krasnow, obviously. He'd never have sent me off on my expensive
+side-trip if he had.
+
+Of course, Krasnow looked at it objectively. What he wanted from
+Timeline Seventeen Point Zero Eight was not for himself. It was for
+everybody else. He wanted the formula for the truth gas these people
+had developed long ago and loosed upon their world to put a stop to
+wars.
+
+They had been in a bad way, although no worse than the sort of problem
+we were up against. Their trans-ocean squabbles and power politics
+seemed to have settled into a pattern of a war or two per generation.
+Just like us. Hence, the man who invented the truth gas became a
+global hero, after a certain amount of cynicism and skepticism. All
+the doubts vanished, naturally, once the gas got to working. And so
+did war.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+You can't do much plotting and scheming if, every time you open your
+mouth to tell a lie, you stammer, sweat, turn red and gasp for breath.
+It's a dead giveaway. Nobody tries it more than once.
+
+One or two men had tried to nullify the gas or work out a local
+antidote, either as a pure research project or through power-madness.
+But, because they had had to state their purposes as soon as they
+thought of them, they were put away. Neat. Very neat.
+
+What I wanted was the formula for the truth gas. Its location wasn't
+exactly a secret in this land of complete candor, but it wasn't writ
+large on any wall for all to see, either. They kept it in their
+capital--located about where our Omaha is--on file among the Vital
+Statistics.
+
+I took a superjet out there.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I had no trouble posing as a historian entitled to the facts. The gas
+didn't work on me, you see, because it was adjusted to the physiology
+of that timeline. There was just enough difference between us for it
+not to make me stick to the truth.
+
+"We'll write out the formula for you," I was told obligingly. "But
+you'll have to sign the usual statement."
+
+"Of course," I said. "Which one is that?"
+
+"The one that says you won't publish it, and will destroy your copy
+when it has served your research purpose, without letting anyone else
+see it."
+
+"Oh, _that_ statement," I said.
+
+I signed freely, told my elephant story and departed in an aura of
+good will.
+
+The jet got me back that same evening. Julie fixed me up a snack, and
+we discussed how pretty she was and how nice I was.
+
+I had everything Krasnow wanted now. I felt pretty good about it,
+because there was nobody else who could have done the job for him, and
+because it wasn't spying, really. Earth One Point One on the Timeline
+is world enough for Krasnow, I'm sure. Besides, dimensions don't have
+wars with one another. Too many things can go wrong.
+
+Julie was lovely and I hated to leave the next morning, but it was my
+job. I told her, "I'm afraid I have to leave town for a bit, dear, but
+I'll be back very soon. Business, you know."
+
+Being a Seventeen Point Zero Eight girl, Julie had no reason to doubt
+me. "Make it _very_ soon," she whispered, her lips close to my ear.
+
+So I came back, and now Krasnow has what he wants. He's delighted, as
+he should be. I've made up the gas for him and adjusted the formula so
+that it will work on people of our timeline. It's high-power stuff and
+a little will go a long way. I also made up an antidote for him. This
+was easy, since I could work on it without feeling any compulsion to
+tell everybody what I was doing and why.
+
+Krasnow plans to release the truth gas just before the state
+convention. He'll be nominated, of course, and after November he'll
+be Governor. With everyone else compelled to tell the truth, it should
+be a cinch for him. He's a patient man, Honest John Krasnow is, and
+he's willing to wait four years for the Presidency.
+
+I ought to be happy too. With the money Krasnow gave me, I've been
+living in the style to which I've always wanted to be accustomed. He
+has offered me a place on his staff and, somewhat superfluously, the
+use of his antidote. Naturally, the reason he was so magnanimous was
+that he doesn't want anyone else around who knows his gimmick and
+might have to tell the truth about it.
+
+But I have had enough of this dimension now--now that Krasnow has what
+I promised him. He's going to use it tomorrow. And if I know Honest
+John--and I do--not even the Presidency will be big enough for him.
+
+So I'm going back to Julie.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+There are some obvious questions in your mind, I know, such as: Why
+did I get the formula for Krasnow, knowing there was no way for him to
+prosecute me while I was in Julie's dimension? And what made me come
+back?
+
+In short--what was in it for me?
+
+Let's call it research. Krasnow is a big-time operator; I've always
+been, you might say, in the peanut end of the game. He had a great
+deal to teach me and I, I'm happy to say, was an apt pupil. You might
+speculate on what's in it for you, because, if you ask me, anybody who
+can do the side-shuffle should do it before Krasnow becomes President.
+
+However, don't go to Seventeen Point Zero Eight unless you want to
+swap one Krasnow for another. The fact is that I've learned I can be
+one in Julie's dimension. After all, their formula doesn't work on
+me--but I can assure you that it will work on you.
+
+And that elephant story I told on my last visit is, as I've indicated,
+in the peanut category. All Krasnow has is a country. I'll have a
+whole world.
+
+There's nothing like study under a master, is there?
+
+I should be back to Julie by midnight if I start now.
+
+--RICHARD WILSON
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+                           RESTRICTED TOOL
+
+                     By Malcolm B. Morehart, Jr.
+
+[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Imagination Stories of
+Science and Fantasy January 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any
+evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+[Sidenote: Finders, keepers, is an unwritten law. But the gadget Clark
+accidentally found had a special set of rules governing its use by
+whom--and when!]
+
+
+Richard Clark loaded his shotgun. He glanced up the canyon, gray and
+misty under a cold dawn sky. A cotton-tail darted from a nearby bush and
+bounced away. Clark's gunsights followed in a weaving line after his
+bobbing target. Before he could draw a bead, the rabbit vanished behind
+a distant scrub oak. Clark stalked him quietly. He knew he'd bag this
+one without trouble, but any others around him would take cover at his
+first shot.
+
+His boots crunched loudly on gravel. At the sound the rabbit sprang into
+the open and zigzagged toward a thicket. Furious at his clumsiness,
+Clark blasted away with both barrels. He charged up the canyon, fumbling
+in his parka for more shells, and crashed through dank high brush into a
+shadowy clearing. A soft rustling sound quickly faded.
+
+"Well, there he goes," Clark grumbled.
+
+Something metallic glittered in a low, thorny shrub, and he bent down,
+curious. From a black cord caught in its branches dangled a silvery
+pocket flashlight. He smiled faintly as he pulled it loose. After months
+of testing and inspecting complicated electronic devices, he found
+simple gadgets amusing. He pressed a button on one end and eyed a white
+knob on the other. When it didn't light up, he stuffed it in a pocket,
+finishing reloading, and sighed, "At least I bagged something."
+
+"Quite true!" a voice shrilled behind him.
+
+Clark whirled around and gasped in astonishment. Two squat dwarfish men
+crouched at the far side of the clearing. When he swung up his 16 gauge,
+two lights flashed, and it slid out of his hands. He buckled dizzily
+with weakness and nausea, but then an invisible force jolted him upright
+and motionless. He felt rigid as stone.
+
+"Who are you?" Clark called out hoarsely.
+
+They approached, jabbering in a strange tongue. Bluish dawnlight seemed
+to tint their scrawny bare arms and legs a deeper, ghastly blue. From
+weazel-shaped heads bulged enormous dark eyes which stared at him
+unblinkingly. As they waddled closer they puffed under the weight of
+heavy belts sagging with rows of odd, translucent instruments. One
+creature wore ear-phones. The other, his bald head sunken between his
+shoulders, opened a round, moist, pink-rimmed mouth and bowed stiffly.
+
+"Forgive us, please," he piped. "My biologist friend has broken
+regulations."
+
+"Who are you?" Clark choked again.
+
+The bald one's eyes closed and his belly quivered with high, tremulous
+laughter. "Tell him, Ursi!"
+
+"Don't blame me!" the one called Ursi squeaked, then pointed a claw-like
+finger at a glowing disc in his belt. "Interference disturbed the
+scanner scope. I didn't see him until he fired!"
+
+Baldy chuckled. "He was after food, not your ugly hide. But in your
+unseemly haste to escape, you dropped a valuable tool. A very careless
+blunder. And now instead of mold specimens, you've collected a human. I
+knew this expedition would prove interesting."
+
+"We have to dispose of him!" Ursi shrieked and waved a black tube at
+Clark menacingly.
+
+"You'd kill him to recover your tool?" Baldy's nose twitched. "Remember
+we prepare separate reports for the Council. Don't expect me to aid in
+breaking the law."
+
+Ursi was painfully silent.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Baldy seemed to relish his companion's distress. "You realize, Ursi,
+you're responsible for this illegal contact? Also may I remind you that
+the Law reads in part: On pain of death, no human shall be molested,
+coerced or in any way injured by an expeditionary member's overt
+action."
+
+"Can't we bargain with him?" Ursi asked irritably.
+
+"Why, of course. Offer him our ship or your life," Baldy said.
+
+Ursi scowled. "If we take the tool and induce amnesia--"
+
+"The Law clearly prohibits that."
+
+"Let him keep it then," Ursi said angrily, rubbing a pointed blue chin.
+"I'll destroy its power principle first."
+
+Baldy sighed. "I repeat, this isn't a brainless Martian without legal
+rights. You abandoned it, a human found it. By merely picking up the
+tool, he establishes a salvage claim."
+
+"You call that law?" Ursi raged. "Stupid technicalities that settle one
+problem to raise a worse one?"
+
+"Until the Council ratifies the amendment foreseeing this contingency,"
+Baldy explained, "you must abide by the original code."
+
+"But the tool's restricted!"
+
+"Restricted for thirty solar years according to the Probability Graphs,"
+mused Baldy. "You should have thought of that."
+
+Ursi's wide glittering eyes terrified Clark. But after an agonizing
+silence, he heard Ursi whine fearfully, "We can't allow this! Can't you
+read his basic attitudes? He's suffering from the Korb power complex."
+
+Baldy shrugged. "Your misfortune, my dear Ursi."
+
+Ursi edged warily toward Clark as if he were a ferocious but chained
+beast. "Your nation is a member of the Western Alliance?"
+
+Bewildered, Clark cleared his throat. "Yes."
+
+"You have atomic weapons you intend using against your enemy--against
+the Eastern Empire?"
+
+"If they attack us," Clark muttered nervously.
+
+Ursi shot an accusing look at Baldy who frowned. "They're vicious little
+children!" Ursi ranted. "The decision placing the tool on the restricted
+list is perfectly justified. We made no effort to hinder their atomic
+researches. But in the case of this tool.... They have the ingenuity to
+combine it with atomic bombs! If he returns with it, he'll wreck a
+thousand years of human culture!"
+
+Ursi's excited words puzzled Clark who was overcoming his early shock.
+But the cylinder in his pocket was still more baffling. What was it?
+What terrible power did it control?
+
+"Spare your world suffering." Ursi warned. "Surrender it to me."
+
+Clark considered. Sheltered by their "Law," he knew he could make a free
+decision. The thing was powerful. But they claimed it was exceedingly
+dangerous, and they seemed wiser, far wiser, than men. The mysterious
+force still binding him and their hints of "restrictions" on human
+progress convinced him of that. Still, possession was nine-tenths of any
+law.... He calculated nervously.
+
+"Well?" Ursi shrilled. "Your hands are now free to move."
+
+Obediently Clark groped in his pocket. When his fingertips touched the
+cool metal, the thrill of possessing immense power overwhelmed him. He
+sputtered, "It's mine--I won't misuse it!"
+
+Baldy convulsed with laughter. Ursi jabbered fiercely, but Baldy raised
+a thin claw. He spoke softly, and Ursi's eyes brightened. Ursi nodded,
+but whatever he had agreed to still left him looking doubtful and
+uncertain.
+
+Baldy smiled warmly. "Keep it," he said, "and keep your promise. Ursi
+doesn't trust you, but I do. I know you won't abuse this power."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Clark felt his body freeze rigid as a statue again. They pushed their
+way out of the clearing and disappeared. Overhead a bird chirped in
+loneliness, and the sky slowly turned pearly hued as the paralysis left
+him. Flexing his muscles, he shook his head. The creepy little men were
+all part of a crazy hallucination. His mad rabbit hunt and the deafening
+roar of his gunfire had temporarily unhinged his mind.
+
+A low humming sound interrupted his moody pondering. Suddenly he reeled
+as the ground shuddered beneath him and he staggered blindly in pitch
+darkness. He opened his eyes to look around, dazed. His shotgun was
+missing, but the shiny cylinder was clutched tightly in his hand.
+
+Clark trembled as he examined it. Along its length were etched a row of
+queer symbols. Probably directions for its operation or servicing, he
+decided. He aimed the knob at some rocks a few yards away and pressed
+the button. But they didn't explode or disintegrate under a lethal
+"ray." Then discovering that a narrow center section of the cylinder
+revolved by slow, even degrees, he tried again impatiently.
+
+A loud clatter made him look up, gaping. A cluster of rocks hung
+motionless in the air. When his finger lifted, they fell to earth. The
+mechanism neutralized gravitational pull--objects could float!
+
+Breathing excitedly, Clark twisted the center section further. The
+stones shot up into the sky and disappeared. Quickly he adjusted the
+mechanism's control and brought them flashing back. He stared at the
+cylinder in unbelieving awe. Power men dreamed of surged inside it like
+an eager magic genie.
+
+He experimented carefully, floating the rocks at different angles and
+then hurtling them skyward. When he cut off the strange power, they
+crashed heavily to the ground. The possibilities were tremendous! And
+aside from the natural hazards of collision, how could it imperil
+mankind? Then as a thin cloud of dust billowed up from the fallen rocks,
+a vision of its war potential burst upon him. Clumsy, costly rockets
+with a single payload were obsolete. Atomic bombs could be showered
+almost instantly on an enemy.
+
+_I know you won't abuse this power!_
+
+Clark recalled Baldy's hopeful, trusting words and grinned. No, he
+wouldn't abuse it. He realized the aliens had not understated its
+deadliness. No matter how the military pressed him, he wouldn't permit
+its use for mass bombings in the coming war. Not unless the enemy really
+threatened to overrun the world...
+
+He left the clearing and headed down the canyon.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+When Clark reached the mouth of the canyon, he frowned. Out on a green
+meadow a farmer drove a tractor, busily plowing deep furrows for a new
+crop. A trim ranch house in the distance gleamed in the morning
+sunlight. Funny. Earlier, when he had crossed the field, he hadn't
+noticed a sign of civilization. But it had been nearly dark then.
+
+He strolled casually down to a rude stone wall and watched the tractor
+churn toward him. The farmer waved. He jolted to a halt, cut the engine
+and wiped a red bandana over his wrinkled, sweating face. Clark glanced
+down at his own shabby clothes and rubbed a rough, bristly chin. If he
+looked like a bum, his brief demonstration would seem all the more
+amazing.
+
+"Pretty hot work, eh?" Clark greeted him.
+
+"Yep," the old farmer nodded as he drank from a canteen. Clark grinned.
+History would record this man as the first person to actually witness a
+degravitator at work. Clark studied the unplowed side of the meadow,
+then pointed at a large, half-buried boulder.
+
+"You have a little work there, mister. I think a Clark Farm Helper will
+do the trick."
+
+The farmer gave him a puzzled look. Clark calmly beamed the rock. At
+first it strained up and down, but finally wrenched free. He floated it
+up in a slow arc, then deliberately dropped it with a heavy thud. Clark
+chuckled as the farmer tried to hide his astonishment with a poker face.
+
+"That for sale?" he asked shrewdly.
+
+Clark laughed heartily. "Not this one. I'll make a fortune manufacturing
+these little babies!"
+
+"How do you figure that?"
+
+Clark frowned at the farmer's indifference. "Can't you see its
+possibilities? I just showed you!"
+
+"That's no good for farm work," the farmer said, reaching under his
+tractor seat. He raised what resembled a snub-nosed automatic. "This
+here's a real beauty. Had this general purpose degrav for two years and
+no trouble yet."
+
+He squeezed the trigger and the boulder skimmed across the field.
+
+"That looks like an old Harley single-drive you got there," the farmer
+said. "What'dya do? Recondition it and pep up the atomic pile?"
+
+Stunned, Clark swallowed hard. The old farmer leaned over his wheel in
+curiosity. "Those old timers are pretty scarce. I remember when the
+first model came out about twenty years ago, just after the war ended."
+
+"After the war?" Clark stammered.
+
+His mind spun in dizzy, sickening whirls. Degravitators were commonplace
+farm tools! Where was he? Then suddenly he knew the meaning of his
+strange black-out and Baldy's sly words. _I know you won't abuse this
+power._ How could he? Their superscience had catapulted him past the war
+years into the future.
+
+The old farmer said gently, "Tell you what, son, the wife's been nagging
+me for a pocket degrav to move furniture around the house. I'll give you
+a fiver for it and a square meal. You look kinda pale."
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+Transcriber's Note:
+
+This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science Fiction January 1953.
+Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright
+on this publication was renewed.
+
+
+
+
+     _The atomic bomb meant, to most people, the end. To Henry Bemis it
+     meant something far different--a thing to appreciate and enjoy._
+
+
+
+
+                     Time Enough At Last
+
+                     By Lynn Venable
+
+
+For a long time, Henry Bemis had had an ambition. To read a book. Not
+just the title or the preface, or a page somewhere in the middle. He
+wanted to read the whole thing, all the way through from beginning to
+end. A simple ambition perhaps, but in the cluttered life of Henry
+Bemis, an impossibility.
+
+Henry had no time of his own. There was his wife, Agnes who owned that
+part of it that his employer, Mr. Carsville, did not buy. Henry was
+allowed enough to get to and from work--that in itself being quite a
+concession on Agnes' part.
+
+Also, nature had conspired against Henry by handing him with a pair of
+hopelessly myopic eyes. Poor Henry literally couldn't see his hand in
+front of his face. For a while, when he was very young, his parents
+had thought him an idiot. When they realized it was his eyes, they got
+glasses for him. He was never quite able to catch up. There was never
+enough time. It looked as though Henry's ambition would never be
+realized. Then something happened which changed all that.
+
+Henry was down in the vault of the Eastside Bank & Trust when it
+happened. He had stolen a few moments from the duties of his teller's
+cage to try to read a few pages of the magazine he had bought that
+morning. He'd made an excuse to Mr. Carsville about needing bills in
+large denominations for a certain customer, and then, safe inside the
+dim recesses of the vault he had pulled from inside his coat the
+pocket size magazine.
+
+He had just started a picture article cheerfully entitled "The New
+Weapons and What They'll Do To YOU", when all the noise in the world
+crashed in upon his ear-drums. It seemed to be inside of him and
+outside of him all at once. Then the concrete floor was rising up at
+him and the ceiling came slanting down toward him, and for a fleeting
+second Henry thought of a story he had started to read once called
+"The Pit and The Pendulum". He regretted in that insane moment that he
+had never had time to finish that story to see how it came out. Then
+all was darkness and quiet and unconsciousness.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+When Henry came to, he knew that something was desperately wrong with
+the Eastside Bank & Trust. The heavy steel door of the vault was
+buckled and twisted and the floor tilted up at a dizzy angle, while
+the ceiling dipped crazily toward it. Henry gingerly got to his feet,
+moving arms and legs experimentally. Assured that nothing was broken,
+he tenderly raised a hand to his eyes. His precious glasses were
+intact, thank God! He would never have been able to find his way out
+of the shattered vault without them.
+
+He made a mental note to write Dr. Torrance to have a spare pair made
+and mailed to him. Blasted nuisance not having his prescription on
+file locally, but Henry trusted no-one but Dr. Torrance to grind those
+thick lenses into his own complicated prescription. Henry removed the
+heavy glasses from his face. Instantly the room dissolved into a
+neutral blur. Henry saw a pink splash that he knew was his hand, and a
+white blob come up to meet the pink as he withdrew his pocket
+handkerchief and carefully dusted the lenses. As he replaced the
+glasses, they slipped down on the bridge of his nose a little. He had
+been meaning to have them tightened for some time.
+
+He suddenly realized, without the realization actually entering his
+conscious thoughts, that something momentous had happened, something
+worse than the boiler blowing up, something worse than a gas main
+exploding, something worse than anything that had ever happened
+before. He felt that way because it was so quiet. There was no whine
+of sirens, no shouting, no running, just an ominous and all pervading
+silence.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Henry walked across the slanting floor. Slipping and stumbling on the
+uneven surface, he made his way to the elevator. The car lay crumpled
+at the foot of the shaft like a discarded accordian. There was
+something inside of it that Henry could not look at, something that
+had once been a person, or perhaps several people, it was impossible
+to tell now.
+
+Feeling sick, Henry staggered toward the stairway. The steps were
+still there, but so jumbled and piled back upon one another that it
+was more like climbing the side of a mountain than mounting a
+stairway. It was quiet in the huge chamber that had been the lobby of
+the bank. It looked strangely cheerful with the sunlight shining
+through the girders where the ceiling had fallen. The dappled sunlight
+glinted across the silent lobby, and everywhere there were huddled
+lumps of unpleasantness that made Henry sick as he tried not to look
+at them.
+
+"Mr. Carsville," he called. It was very quiet. Something had to be
+done, of course. This was terrible, right in the middle of a Monday,
+too. Mr. Carsville would know what to do. He called again, more
+loudly, and his voice cracked hoarsely, "Mr. Carrrrsville!" And then
+he saw an arm and shoulder extending out from under a huge fallen
+block of marble ceiling. In the buttonhole was the white carnation Mr.
+Carsville had worn to work that morning, and on the third finger of
+that hand was a massive signet ring, also belonging to Mr. Carsville.
+Numbly, Henry realized that the rest of Mr. Carsville was under that
+block of marble.
+
+Henry felt a pang of real sorrow. Mr. Carsville was gone, and so was
+the rest of the staff--Mr. Wilkinson and Mr. Emory and Mr. Prithard,
+and the same with Pete and Ralph and Jenkins and Hunter and Pat the
+guard and Willie the doorman. There was no one to say what was to be
+done about the Eastside Bank & Trust except Henry Bemis, and Henry
+wasn't worried about the bank, there was something he wanted to do.
+
+He climbed carefully over piles of fallen masonry. Once he stepped
+down into something that crunched and squashed beneath his feet and he
+set his teeth on edge to keep from retching. The street was not much
+different from the inside, bright sunlight and so much concrete to
+crawl over, but the unpleasantness was much, much worse. Everywhere
+there were strange, motionless lumps that Henry could not look at.
+
+Suddenly, he remembered Agnes. He should be trying to get to Agnes,
+shouldn't he? He remembered a poster he had seen that said, "In event
+of emergency do not use the telephone, your loved ones are as safe as
+you." He wondered about Agnes. He looked at the smashed automobiles,
+some with their four wheels pointing skyward like the stiffened legs
+of dead animals. He couldn't get to Agnes now anyway, if she was safe,
+then, she was safe, otherwise ... of course, Henry knew Agnes wasn't
+safe. He had a feeling that there wasn't anyone safe for a long, long
+way, maybe not in the whole state or the whole country, or the whole
+world. No, that was a thought Henry didn't want to think, he forced it
+from his mind and turned his thoughts back to Agnes.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+She had been a pretty good wife, now that it was all said and done. It
+wasn't exactly her fault if people didn't have time to read nowadays.
+It was just that there was the house, and the bank, and the yard.
+There were the Jones' for bridge and the Graysons' for canasta and
+charades with the Bryants. And the television, the television Agnes
+loved to watch, but would never watch alone. He never had time to read
+even a newspaper. He started thinking about last night, that business
+about the newspaper.
+
+Henry had settled into his chair, quietly, afraid that a creaking
+spring might call to Agnes' attention the fact that he was momentarily
+unoccupied. He had unfolded the newspaper slowly and carefully, the
+sharp crackle of the paper would have been a clarion call to Agnes. He
+had glanced at the headlines of the first page. "Collapse Of
+Conference Imminent." He didn't have time to read the article. He
+turned to the second page. "Solon Predicts War Only Days Away." He
+flipped through the pages faster, reading brief snatches here and
+there, afraid to spend too much time on any one item. On a back page
+was a brief article entitled, "Prehistoric Artifacts Unearthed In
+Yucatan". Henry smiled to himself and carefully folded the sheet of
+paper into fourths. That would be interesting, he would read all of
+it. Then it came, Agnes' voice. "Henrrreee!" And then she was upon
+him. She lightly flicked the paper out of his hands and into the
+fireplace. He saw the flames lick up and curl possessively around the
+unread article. Agnes continued, "Henry, tonight is the Jones' bridge
+night. They'll be here in thirty minutes and I'm not dressed yet, and
+here you are ... _reading_." She had emphasized the last word as
+though it were an unclean act. "Hurry and shave, you know how smooth
+Jasper Jones' chin always looks, and then straighten up this room."
+She glanced regretfully toward the fireplace. "Oh dear, that paper,
+the television schedule ... oh well, after the Jones leave there won't
+be time for anything but the late-late movie and.... Don't just sit
+there, Henry, hurrreeee!"
+
+Henry was hurrying now, but hurrying too much. He cut his leg on a
+twisted piece of metal that had once been an automobile fender. He
+thought about things like lock-jaw and gangrene and his hand trembled
+as he tied his pocket-handkerchief around the wound. In his mind, he
+saw the fire again, licking across the face of last night's newspaper.
+He thought that now he would have time to read all the newspapers he
+wanted to, only now there wouldn't be any more. That heap of rubble
+across the street had been the Gazette Building. It was terrible to
+think there would never be another up to date newspaper. Agnes would
+have been very upset, no television schedule. But then, of course, no
+television. He wanted to laugh but he didn't. That wouldn't have been
+fitting, not at all.
+
+He could see the building he was looking for now, but the silhouette
+was strangely changed. The great circular dome was now a ragged
+semi-circle, half of it gone, and one of the great wings of the
+building had fallen in upon itself. A sudden panic gripped Henry
+Bemis. What if they were all ruined, destroyed, every one of them?
+What if there wasn't a single one left? Tears of helplessness welled
+in his eyes as he painfully fought his way over and through the
+twisted fragments of the city.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He thought of the building when it had been whole. He remembered the
+many nights he had paused outside its wide and welcoming doors. He
+thought of the warm nights when the doors had been thrown open and he
+could see the people inside, see them sitting at the plain wooden
+tables with the stacks of books beside them. He used to think then,
+what a wonderful thing a public library was, a place where anybody,
+anybody at all could go in and read.
+
+He had been tempted to enter many times. He had watched the people
+through the open doors, the man in greasy work clothes who sat near
+the door, night after night, laboriously studying, a technical journal
+perhaps, difficult for him, but promising a brighter future. There had
+been an aged, scholarly gentleman who sat on the other side of the
+door, leisurely paging, moving his lips a little as he did so, a man
+having little time left, but rich in time because he could do with it
+as he chose.
+
+Henry had never gone in. He had started up the steps once, got almost
+to the door, but then he remembered Agnes, her questions and shouting,
+and he had turned away.
+
+He was going in now though, almost crawling, his breath coming in
+stabbing gasps, his hands torn and bleeding. His trouser leg was
+sticky red where the wound in his leg had soaked through the
+handkerchief. It was throbbing badly but Henry didn't care. He had
+reached his destination.
+
+Part of the inscription was still there, over the now doorless
+entrance. P-U-B--C L-I-B-R---. The rest had been torn away. The place
+was in shambles. The shelves were overturned, broken, smashed, tilted,
+their precious contents spilled in disorder upon the floor. A lot of
+the books, Henry noted gleefully, were still intact, still whole,
+still readable. He was literally knee deep in them, he wallowed in
+books. He picked one up. The title was "Collected Works of William
+Shakespeare." Yes, he must read that, sometime. He laid it aside
+carefully. He picked up another. Spinoza. He tossed it away, seized
+another, and another, and still another. Which to read first ... there
+were so many.
+
+He had been conducting himself a little like a starving man in a
+delicatessen--grabbing a little of this and a little of that in a
+frenzy of enjoyment.
+
+But now he steadied away. From the pile about him, he selected one
+volume, sat comfortably down on an overturned shelf, and opened the
+book.
+
+Henry Bemis smiled.
+
+There was the rumble of complaining stone. Minute in comparison with
+the epic complaints following the fall of the bomb. This one occurred
+under one corner of the shelf upon which Henry sat. The shelf moved;
+threw him off balance. The glasses slipped from his nose and fell with
+a tinkle.
+
+He bent down, clawing blindly and found, finally, their smashed
+remains. A minor, indirect destruction stemming from the sudden,
+wholesale smashing of a city. But the only one that greatly interested
+Henry Bemis.
+
+He stared down at the blurred page before him.
+
+He began to cry.
+
+
+                    THE END
+
+
+
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+                         Transcriber's Note:
+
+    This etext was produced from Weird Tales August-September 1936.
+    Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
+    copyright on this publication was renewed.
+
+
+                             In the Dark
+
+
+                           By RONAL KAYSER
+
+
+     _It was a tale of sheer horror that old Asa Gregg poured
+      into the dictaphone_
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+The watchman's flashlight printed a white circle on the frosted-glass,
+black-lettered door:
+
+              GREGG CHEMICAL CO., MFRS.
+                   ASA GREGG, PRES.
+                     PRIVATE
+
+The watchman's hand closed on the knob, rattled the door in its frame.
+Queer, but tonight the sound had seemed to come from in there.... But
+that couldn't be. He knew that Mr. Gregg and Miss Carruthers carried
+the only keys to the office, so any intruder would have been forced to
+smash the lock.
+
+Maybe the sound came from the storage room. The watchman clumped along
+the rubber-matted corridor, flung his weight against that door. It
+opened hard, being of ponderous metal fitted into a cork casing. The
+room was an air-tight, fire-proof vault, really. His shoes gritted on
+the concrete floor as he prowled among the big porcelain vats. The
+flashlight bored through bluish haze to the concrete walls. Acid fumes
+escaping under the vat lids made the haze and seared the man's throat.
+
+He hurried out, coughing and wiping his eyes. It was damn funny. Every
+night lately he heard the same peculiar noise somewhere in this wing
+of the building.... Like a body groaning and turning in restless
+sleep, it was. It scared him. He didn't mention the mystery to anyone,
+though. He was an old man, and he didn't want Mr. Gregg to think he
+was getting too old for the job.
+
+"Asa 'd think I was crazy, if I told him about it," he mumbled.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Inside the office, Asa Gregg heard the muttered words plainly. He sat
+very still in the big, leather-cushioned chair, hardly breathing until
+the scrape of the watchman's feet had thinned away down the hall.
+There was no light in the room to betray him; only the cherry-colored
+tip of his cigar, which couldn't be visible through the frosted glass
+door. Anyway, it'd be an hour before the watchman's round brought him
+past the office again. Asa Gregg had that hour, if he could screw up
+his nerve to use it....
+
+He took the frayed end of the cigar from his mouth. His hand, which
+had wasted to mere skin and bone these past few months, groped through
+the darkness, slid over the polished coolness of the dictaphone hood,
+and snapped the switch. Machinery faintly whirred. His fingers found
+the tube, lifted it.
+
+"Miss Carruthers!" he snapped. Then he hesitated. Surely, he could
+trust Mary Carruthers! He'd never wondered about her before. She'd
+been his secretary for a dozen years--lately, since he couldn't look
+after affairs himself as he used to, she had practically run the
+business. She was forty, sensible, unbeautiful, and tight-lipped.
+Hell, he had to trust her!
+
+His voice plunged into the darkness.
+
+"What I have to say now is intended for Mrs. Gregg's ears only. She
+will take the first boat home, of course. Meet that boat and bring her
+to the office. Since my wife knows nothing about a dictaphone, it will
+be necessary for you to set this record running. As soon as you have
+done so, leave her alone in the room. Make sure she's not interrupted
+for a half-hour. That's all."
+
+He waited a decent interval. The invisible needle peeled its thread
+into the revolving wax cylinder.
+
+"Jeannette," muttered Asa Gregg, and hesitated again. This wasn't
+going to be easy to say. He decided to begin matter-of-factly. "As you
+probably know, my will and the insurance policies are in the vault at
+the First National. I believe you will find all of my papers in
+excellent order. If any questions arise, consult Miss Carruthers. What
+I have to say to you now is purely personal--I feel, my dear, that I
+owe you an explanation--that is----"
+
+God, it came harder than he had expected.
+
+"Jeannette," he started in afresh, "you remember three years ago when
+I was in the hospital. You were in Palm Beach at the time, and I wired
+that there'd been an accident here at the plant. That wasn't strictly
+so. The fact is, I'd gotten mixed up with a girl----"
+
+He paused, shivering. In the darkness a picture of Dot swam before
+him. The oval face, framed by gleaming swirls of lemon-tinted hair,
+had pouting scarlet lips, and eyes whose allure was intensified by
+violet make-up. The full-length picture of her included a streamlined,
+full-blossomed and yet delectably lithe body. A costly, enticing,
+Broadway-chorus orchid! As a matter of fact, that was where he'd found
+her.
+
+"I won't make any excuses for myself," Asa Gregg said harshly. "I
+might point out that you were always in Florida or Bermuda or France,
+and that I was a lonely man. But it wasn't just loneliness, and I
+didn't seek companionship. I thought I was making a last bow to
+Romance. I was successful, sixty, and silly, and I did all the damn
+fool things--I even wrote letters to her. Popsy-wopsy letters." The
+dictaphone couldn't record the grimace that jerked his lips. "She
+saved them, of course, and by and by she put a price on them--ten
+thousand dollars. Dot claimed that one of those filthy tabloids had
+offered her that much for them--and what was a poor working-girl to
+do? She lied. I knew that.
+
+"I told her to bring the letters to the office after business hours,
+and I'd take care of her. I took care of her, all right. I shot her,
+Jeannette!"
+
+He mopped his face with a handkerchief that was already damp.
+
+"Not on account of the money, you understand. It was the things she
+said, after she had tucked the bills into her purse ... vile things,
+about the way she had earned it ten times over by enduring my beastly
+kisses. I'd really loved that girl, and I'd thought she'd cared for me
+a little. It was her hate that maddened me, and I got the gun out of
+my desk drawer----"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Asa Gregg reached through the darkness for the switch. He fumbled for
+the bottle which stood on the desk. His hand trembled, spilling some
+of the liquor onto his lap. He drank from the bottle....
+
+This part of the story he'd skip. It was too horrible, even to think
+about it. He didn't want to remember how the blood pooled inside Dot's
+fur coat, and how he'd managed to carry the body out of the office
+without leaking any of her blood onto the floor. He tried to forget
+the musky sweetness of the perfume on the dead girl, mingled with that
+other evil blood-smell. Especially he didn't want to remember the
+frightful time he'd had stripping the gold rings from her fingers, and
+the one gold tooth in her head....
+
+The horror of it coiled in the blackness about him. His own teeth
+rattled against the bottle when he gulped the second drink. He
+snapped the switch savagely, but when he spoke his voice cringed into
+the tube:
+
+"I carried her into the storage room. I got the lid off one of the
+acid tanks. The vat contained an acid powerful enough to destroy
+anything--except gold. In fact, the vat itself had to be lined with
+gold-leaf. I knew that in twenty-four hours there wouldn't be a
+recognizable body left, and in a week there wouldn't be anything at
+all. No matter what the police suspected, they couldn't prove a murder
+charge without a _corpus delicti_. I had committed the perfect
+crime--except for one thing. I didn't realize that there'd be a
+_splash_ when she went into the vat."
+
+Gregg laughed, not pleasantly. His wife might think it'd been a sob,
+when she heard this record. "Now you understand why I went to the
+hospital," he jerked. "Possibly you'd call that poetic justice. Oh,
+God!"
+
+His voice broke. Again he thumbed off the switch, and mopped his face
+with the damp linen.
+
+The rest--how could he explain the rest of it?
+
+He spent a long minute arranging his thoughts.
+
+"You haven't any idea," he resumed, "no one has any idea, of how I've
+been punished for the thing I did. I don't mean the sheer physical
+agony--but the fear that I'd talk coming out of the ether at the
+hospital. The fear that she'd been traced to my office--I'd simply
+hidden her rings away, expecting to drop them into the river--or that
+she might have confided in her lover ... yes, she had one. Or, suppose
+a whopping big order came through and that tank was emptied the very
+next day. And I couldn't ask any questions--I didn't even know what
+was in the papers.
+
+"However, that part of it gradually cleared up. I quizzed Miss
+Carruthers, and learned that an unidentified female body had been
+fished out of the East River a few days after Dot disappeared. That's
+how the police 'solved' the case. I got rid of her rings. I ordered
+that vat left alone.
+
+"The other thing began about six months ago."
+
+A spasm contorted his face. His fingers ached their grip into the
+dictaphone tube.
+
+"Jeannette, you remember when I began to object to the radio, how I'd
+shout at you to turn it off in the middle of a program? You thought I
+was ill, and worried about business.... You were wrong. The thing that
+got me was _hearing her voice_----"
+
+He gripped the cold cigar, chewed it. "It's very strange that you
+didn't notice it. No matter what station we dialed to, always that
+same voice came stealing into the room! But perhaps you did notice?
+You said, once or twice, that all those blues singers sounded alike!
+
+"And she was a blues singer.... It was she, all right, somewhere out
+in the ether, reminding me....
+
+"The next thing was--well, at first when I noticed it in the office I
+thought Miss Carruthers had suddenly taken up with young ideas. You
+see, I kept smelling perfume."
+
+And he smelled it now. It was like a miasma in the dark.
+
+"It isn't anything that Carruthers wears," he grated. "It comes
+from--yes, the storage room. I realized that about a month ago. Just
+after you sailed--one night I stayed late at the office, and I went in
+there.... It seemed to be strongest around the vat--_her_ vat--and I
+lifted the lid.
+
+"The sweet, sticky musk-smell hit me like a blow in the face.
+
+"And that isn't all!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Terror stalked in this room. Asa Gregg crouched in his chair, felt the
+weight of Fear on him like a submarine pressure. His cigar pitched to
+his knees, dropped to the floor.
+
+"You won't believe this, Jeannette." He hammered the words like nails
+into the darkness in front of him. "You will say that it's impossible.
+I know that. It _is_ impossible. It is a physiological absurdity--it
+contradicts the laws of natural science.
+
+"_But I saw something on the bottom of that vat!_"
+
+He groped for the bottle. His wife would hear a long gurgle, and then
+a coughing gasp....
+
+"The vat was nearly full of this transparent, oily acid," he went on.
+"What I saw was a lot of sediment on the golden floor. And there
+shouldn't have been any sediment! The stuff utterly dissolves animal
+tissue, bone, even the common ores--keeps them in suspension.
+
+"It didn't look like sediment, either. It looked like a heap of mold ...
+grave-mold!
+
+"I replaced the lid. I spent a week convincing myself that it was all
+impossible, that I _couldn't_ have seen anything of the sort. Then I
+went to the vat again----"
+
+Silence hung in the darkness while he sucked wind into his lungs. And
+the words burst--separate, yammering shrieks:
+
+"I looked, night after night! For hours at a time I've watched the
+change.... Did you ever see a body decompose? Of course not! Neither
+have I. But you must know in a general way what the process is. Well,
+this has been the exact opposite!
+
+"First, I stared at the heap of grave-mold as it shaped itself into
+_bones_, a skeleton.
+
+"I watched the coming of hair, a yellow tangle of it sprouting from
+the bare round skull, until--oh, God!--the flesh began making itself
+before my eyes! I couldn't bear any more. I stayed away--didn't come
+to the office for five days."
+
+The tube slipped from his sweating, slick fingers. Panting, Asa Gregg
+fumbled in the dark until he found it.
+
+Exhaustion, not self-control, flattened his voice to a deadly
+monotone. "I tried to think of a way out. If I could fish the corpse
+out of the tank! But I couldn't smuggle it out of the plant--alone.
+You know that, and so do I. Besides, what would be the use? If acid
+can't kill her, nothing can.
+
+"That's why I can't have the lid cemented on. It wouldn't do any good,
+either! Until three days ago, she hadn't the least color, looked as
+white as a ghost in the vat. A naked ghost, because there's been no
+resurrection for her clothing....
+
+"I've watched her limbs grow rosy! Her lips are scarlet! Her eyes are
+bright--they opened yesterday--and her breasts were rising and
+falling--oh, almost imperceptibly--but that was last night.
+
+"And tonight--I swear it--her lips moved! She muttered my name! She
+turned--she'd been lying on her side--over onto her back!"
+
+The record would be badly blurred. His hand shook violently, bobbled
+the tube against his lips. Gregg braced his elbow against the desk.
+
+"She isn't dead," he choked. "She's only asleep ... not very soundly
+asleep.... She's waking up!"
+
+The invisible needle quivered as it traced several noises. There was
+his tortured breathing, and the clawing of his fingernails rattling
+over the desk. The drawer clicked as it opened.
+
+The loud click was the cocking of the revolver.
+
+"_Soon she's going to get out of that vat!_" Gregg bleated.
+"Jeannette, forgive me--God, forgive me--but I will not--I cannot--I
+dare not stay here to see her then!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The sound of the shot brought the watchman stumbling along the
+corridor. He crashed against the office door. It banged open in a
+shower of falling frosted glass. The watchman's flashlight severed the
+darkness, and printed its white circle on the face of Asa Gregg.
+
+He had fallen back into the chair, a blackish gout of blood running
+from the hole in his temple. He stared sightlessly into the light with
+his eyes that were two gnarls of shrunken brown flesh, like knots in a
+pine board.
+
+Asa Gregg was blind ... had been, since that night three years past
+when the acid splashed....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Adam Buchbinder, and the
+Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
+(This book was produced from scanned images of public
+domain material from the Google Print project.)
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+
+
+
+
+
+
+                             OSCAR WILDE
+
+                       _An Idler's Impression_
+
+
+                                  BY
+
+                             EDGAR SALTUS
+
+
+                         [Illustration: Logo]
+
+
+
+
+                               CHICAGO
+
+                         BROTHERS OF THE BOOK
+
+                                 1917
+
+
+
+                            COPYRIGHT 1917
+
+                                  BY
+
+                             EDGAR SALTUS
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+Of this first edition of _Oscar Wilde: An Idler's Impression, by Edgar
+Saltus_, there have been printed four hundred and seventy-four copies,
+and the type distributed. No second edition will be made. The
+autographed copies were all subscribed for before publication.
+
+     The edition consists of
+
+     49 copies on Inomachi vellum, in full binding, each copy
+     autographed by the author. Numbered from 1 to 49 inclusive.
+
+     100 copies on Inomachi vellum, in three-quarters binding.
+     Numbered from 50 to 149 inclusive.
+
+     325 copies on Fabriano hand-made paper, in boards. Numbered
+     from 150 to 474 inclusive.
+
+     This Copy is Number
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+_Oscar Wilde: An Idler's Impression_
+
+OSCAR WILDE
+
+
+Years ago, in a Paris club, one man said to another: "Well, what's
+up?" The other shook a paper: "There is only one genius in England and
+they have put him in jail."
+
+One may wonder though whether it were their doing, or even Wilde's,
+that put him there. One may wonder whether it were not the high fates
+who so gratified him in order that, from his purgatory, he might rise
+to a life more evolved. But that view is perhaps obvious. Wilde
+himself, who was the least mystic of men, accepted it. In the "De
+Profundis," after weighing his disasters, he said: "Of these things I
+am not yet worthy."
+
+The genuflexion has been called a pose. It may have been. Even so, it
+is perhaps better to kneel, though it be in the gallery, than to stoop
+at nothing, and Wilde, who had stood very high, bent very low. He saw
+that there is one thing greater than greatness and that is humility.
+
+Yet though he saw it, it is presumable that he forgot it. It is
+presumable that the grace which was his in prison departed in Paris.
+On the other hand it may not have. There are no human scales for any
+soul.
+
+It was at Delmonico's, shortly after he told our local Customs that he
+had nothing to declare but genius, that I first met him. He was
+dressed like a mountebank. Without, at the entrance, a crowd had
+collected. In the restaurant people stood up and stared. Wilde was
+beautifully unmoved. He was talking, at first about nothing whatever,
+which is always an interesting topic, then about "Vera," a play of his
+for which a local manager had offered him an advance, five thousand
+dollars I think, "mere starvation wages," as he put it, and he went on
+to say that the manager wanted him to make certain changes in it. He
+paused and added: "But who am I to tamper with a masterpiece?"--a
+jest which afterward he was too generous to hoard.
+
+Later, in London, I saw him again. In appearance and mode of life he
+had become entirely conventional. The long hair, the knee-breeches,
+the lilies, the velvet, all the mountebank trappings had gone. He was
+married, he was a father, and in his house in Tite street he seemed a
+bit bourgeois. Of that he may have been conscious. I remember one of
+his children running and calling at him: "My good papa!" and I
+remember Wilde patting the boy and saying: "Don't call me that, it
+sounds so respectable."
+
+In Tite street I had the privilege of meeting Mrs. Oscar, who asked me
+to write something in an album. I have always hated albumenous poetry
+and, as I turned the pages in search of possible inspiration, I
+happened on this: _From a poet to a poem. Robert Browning._
+
+Poets exaggerate and why should they not? They have been found, too,
+with their hands in other people's paragraphs. Wilde helped himself to
+that line which he put in a sonnet to this lady, who had blue eyes,
+fair hair, chapped lips, and a look of constant bewilderment.
+
+As for that, Oscar was sufficiently bewildering. He talked infinitely
+better than he wrote, and on no topic, no matter what, could he talk
+as other mortals must. Once only I heard of him uttering a platitude
+and from any one else that platitude would have been a paradox. He
+exuded wit and waded in it with a serenity that was disconcerting.
+
+It was on this abnormal serenity and on his equally abnormal
+brilliance that he relied to defeat the prosecution. "I have all the
+criminal classes with me," he announced, and that was his one
+platitude, a banality that contrived to be tragic. Then headlong down
+the stair of life he fell.
+
+Hell he had long since summarised as the union of souls without bodies
+to bodies without souls. There are worse definitions than this which
+years later I recalled when, through a curious forethought of fate, he
+was taken, en route to the cemetery, through the Porte de l'Enfer.
+
+But in Tite street, at this time, and in Regent street where he
+occasionally dined, he was gentle, wholesome, and joyous; a man who
+paid compliments because, as he put it, he could pay nothing else. He
+had been caricatured: the caricatures had ceased. People had turned to
+look: they looked no longer. He was forgiven and, what is worse,
+forgotten. Yet that tiger, his destiny, was but sharpening its claws.
+
+At an inn where Gautier dined, the epigrams were so demoralising that
+a waiter became insane. Similarly in the Regent street restaurant it
+was reported, perhaps falsely, that a waiter had also lost his reason.
+But Wilde, though a three decanter man, always preserved his own. He
+preserved, too, his courtesy which was invariable. The most venomous
+thing that he ever said of anyone was that he was a tedious person,
+and the only time he ever rebuked anybody was at the conclusion of one
+of those after-dinner stories which some host or other interrupted by
+rising and saying: "Shall we continue the conversation in the
+drawing-room?"
+
+But I am in error. That was not his only rebuke. On one occasion I
+drove with him to Tite street. An hour previous he had executed a
+variation on the "Si j'etais roi." "If I were king," he had sung, "I
+would sit in a great hall and paint on green ivory and when my
+ministers came and told me that the people were starving, I would
+continue to paint on green ivory and say: 'Let them starve.'"
+
+The aria was rendered in the rooms of Francis Hope, a young man who
+later married and divorced May Yohe, but who at the time showed an
+absurd interest in stocks. Someone else entered and Hope asked what
+was new in the City. "Money is very tight," came the reply. "Ah,
+yes," Wilde cut in. "And of a tightness that has been felt even in
+Tite street. Believe me, I passed the forenoon at the British Museum
+looking at a gold-piece in a case."
+
+Afterward we drove to Chelsea. It was a vile night, bleak and bitter.
+On alighting, a man came up to me. He wore a short jacket which he
+opened. From neck to waist he was bare. I gave him a shilling. Then
+came the rebuke. With entire simplicity Wilde took off his overcoat
+and put it about the man.
+
+But the simplicity seemed to me too Hugoesque and I said: "Why didn't
+you ask him in to dinner?"
+
+Wilde gestured. "Dinner is not a feast, it is a ceremony."
+
+Subsequently that ceremony must have been contemplated, for Mrs. Wilde
+was kind enough to invite me. The invitation reached me sometime in
+advance and I took it of course that there would be other guests. But
+on the appointed evening, or what I thought was the appointed
+evening, when I reached this house--on which Oscar objected to paying
+taxes because, as he told the astonished assessors, he was so seldom
+at home--when I reached it, it seemed to me that I must be the only
+guest. Then, presently, in the dreary drawing-room, Oscar appeared.
+"This is delightful of you," he told me. "I have been late for dinner
+a half hour, again a whole hour; you are late an entire week. That is
+what I call originality."
+
+I put a bold face on it. "Come to my shop," I said, "and have dinner
+with me. Though," I added, "I don't know what I can give you."
+
+"Oh, anything," Wilde replied. "Anything, no matter what. I have the
+simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best."
+
+He was not boasting. One evening he dined on his "Sphinx."
+Subsequently I supped with him on "Salome."
+
+That was in the Regent street restaurant where, apropos of nothing, or
+rather with what to me at the time was curious irrelevance, Oscar,
+while tossing off glass after glass of liquor, spoke of Pheme, a
+goddess rare even in mythology, who, after appearing twice in Homer,
+flashed through a verse of Hesiod and vanished behind a page of
+Herodotos. In telling of her, suddenly his eyes lifted, his mouth
+contracted, a spasm of pain--or was it dread?--had gripped him. A
+moment only. His face relaxed. It had gone.
+
+I have since wondered, could he have evoked the goddess then? For
+Pheme typified what modern occultism terms the impact--the premonition
+that surges and warns. It was Wilde's fate to die three times--to die
+in the dock, to die in prison, to die all along the boulevards of
+Paris. Often since I have wondered could the goddess then have been
+lifting, however slightly, some fringe of the crimson curtain, behind
+which, in all its horror, his destiny crouched. If so, he braved it.
+
+I had looked away. I looked again. Before me was a fat pauper, florid
+and over-dressed, who, in the voice of an immortal, was reading the
+fantasies of the damned. In his hand was a manuscript, and we were
+supping on "Salome."
+
+As the banquet proceeded, I experienced that sense of sacred terror
+which his friends, the Greeks, knew so well. For this thing could have
+been conceived only by genius wedded to insanity and, at the end, when
+the tetrarch, rising and bundling his robes about him, cries: "Kill
+that woman!" the mysterious divinity whom the poet may have evoked,
+deigned perhaps to visit me. For, as I applauded, I shuddered, and
+told him that I had.
+
+Indifferently he nodded and, assimilating Hugo with superb unconcern,
+threw out: "It is only the shudder that counts."
+
+That was long before the crash. After it, Mrs. Wilde said that he was
+mad and had been for three years, "quite mad" as the poor woman
+expressed it.
+
+It may be that she was right. St. George, I believe, fought a dragon
+with a spear. Whether or not he killed the brute I have forgotten.
+But Wilde fought poverty, which is perhaps more brutal, with a pen.
+The fight, if indolent, was protracted. Then, abruptly, his inkstand
+became a Vesuvius of gold. London that had laughed at him, laughed
+with him and laughed colossally. A penny-a-liner was famous. The
+international hurdle-race of the stage had been won in a canter and
+won by a hack. A sub-editor was top of the heap.
+
+The ascent was perhaps too rapid. The spiderous Fates that sit and
+spin are jealous of sudden success. It may be that Mrs. Wilde was
+right. In any event, for some time before the crash he saw few of his
+former friends. After his release few of his former friends saw him.
+But personally, if I may refer to myself, I am not near sighted. I saw
+him in Paris, saw too, and to my regret, that he looked like a drunken
+coachman, and told him how greatly I admired the "Ballad,"--that poem
+which tells of his life, or rather of his death, in jail. Half
+covering his mouth with his hand, he laughed and said: "It does not
+seem to me sufficiently vecu."
+
+Before the enormity of that I fell back. But at once he became more
+human. He complained that even the opiate of work was denied him,
+since no one would handle his wares.
+
+The Athenians, who lived surrounded by statues, learned from them the
+value of silence, the mystery that it lends to beauty, in particular
+the dignity that it gives to grief. In their tragedies any victim of
+destiny is as though stricken dumb. Wilde knew that, he knew
+everything, in addition to being a thorough Hellenist. None the less
+he told of his fate. It was human, therefore terrible, but it was not
+the tragic muse. It was merely a tragedy of letters.
+
+Letters, yes, but lower case. Wilde was a third rate poet who
+occasionally rose to the second class but not once to the first. Prose
+is more difficult than verse and in it he is rather sloppy. In spite
+of which, or perhaps precisely on that account, he called himself
+lord of language. Well, why not, if he wanted to? Besides, in his talk
+he was lord and more--sultan, pontifex maximus. Hook, Jerrold, Smith,
+Sheridan, rolled into one, could not have been as brilliant. In talk
+he blinded and it is the subsiding wonder of it that his plays
+contain.
+
+In the old maps, on the vague places, early geographers used to put:
+Hic sunt leones--Here are lions. On any catalogue of Wilde's plays
+there should be written: Here lions might have been. For assuming his
+madness, one must also admit his genius and the uninterrupted
+conjunction of the two might have produced brilliancies such as few
+bookshelves display.
+
+Therein is the tragedy of letters. Renan said that morality is the
+supreme illusion. The diagnosis may or may not be exact. Yet it is on
+illusions that we all subsist. We live on lies by day and dreams at
+night. From the standpoint of the higher mathematics, morality may be
+an illusion. But it is very sustaining. Formerly it was also Oscar
+Wilde inspirational. In post-pagan days it created a new conception of
+beauty. Apart from that, it has nothing whatever to do with the arts,
+except the art of never displeasing, which, in itself, is the whole
+secret of mediocrity.
+
+Oscar Wilde lacked that art, and I can think of no better epitaph for
+him.
+
+Here ends this book written by Edgar Saltus, arranged in this form by
+Laurence C. Woodworth, Scrivener, and printed for the BROTHERS OF THE
+BOOK at the press of The Faithorn Company, Chicago, 1917.
+
+[Illustration: Logo]
+
+_Incipit Vita Nova_
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+  STORIES
+  ABOUT
+  INDIANS.
+
+  CONCORD, N. H.
+  RUFUS MERRILL.
+
+
+
+
+  STORIES
+  ABOUT
+  INDIANS.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+  CONCORD, N.H.:
+  PUBLISHED BY MERRIAM & MERRILL
+  1854.
+
+[Illustration: The above picture represents Indians hunting Buffalo.]
+
+
+
+
+STORIES ABOUT INDIANS.
+
+
+
+
+The Indians were formerly lords of the soil we now occupy, and
+obtained a subsistence principally by hunting and fishing.
+
+They generally lived in villages, containing from fifty to five
+hundred families. Their houses, called _wigwams_, were usually
+constructed of poles, one end being driven into the ground, and the
+other bent over so as to meet another fastened in like manner; both
+being joined together at the top, and covered with the bark of trees.
+Small holes were left open for windows, which were closed in bad
+weather with a piece of bark. They made their fire in the centre of
+the wigwam, leaving a small hole for a chimney in the top of the roof.
+
+[Illustration: Indian Village.]
+
+They had no chairs, but sat upon skins, or mats, spread upon the
+ground, which also served them for beds. Their clothes were
+principally made of the skins of animals, which in winter were sewed
+together with the fur side turned inwards.
+
+The Indians were very fond of trinkets and ornaments, and often
+decorated their heads with feathers, while fine polished shells were
+suspended from their ears.
+
+
+
+
+A PAWNEE BRAVE.
+
+
+The following anecdote is related of a Pawnee brave, or warrior, (son
+of Red Knife).
+
+At the age of twenty-one, the heroic deeds of this brave had acquired
+for him in his nation the rank of the bravest of the braves. The
+savage practice of torturing and burning to death their prisoners
+existed in this nation. An unfortunate female of the Paduca nation,
+taken in war, was destined to this horrid death.
+
+[Illustration: Pawnee Brave.]
+
+Just when the funeral pile was to be kindled, this young warrior,
+having unnoticed prepared two fleet horses, with the necessary
+provisions, sprang from his seat, liberated the victim, seized her in
+his arms, placed her on one of the horses, mounted the other himself,
+and made the utmost speed toward the nation and friends of the
+captive! The multitude, dumb and nerveless, made no effort to rescue
+their victim from her deliverer. They viewed it as the immediate act
+of the Great Spirit, submitted to it without a murmur, and quietly
+retired to their village.
+
+
+
+
+INDIAN GRATITUDE.
+
+
+As an Indian was straying through a village on the Kennebec, he passed
+a gentleman standing at his store door, and begged a piece of tobacco.
+The person stepped back, and selected a generous piece, for which he
+received a gruff "tank you," and thought no more of the affair. Three
+or four months afterwards, he was surprised at an Indian's coming
+into the store and presenting him with a beautiful miniature birch
+canoe, painted and furnished with paddles to correspond. On asking
+the meaning of it, he was told, "Indian no forget; you give me
+tobacco; me make this for you." This man's gratitude for a trifling
+favor had led him to bestow more labor on his present than would have
+purchased him many pounds of his favorite weed.
+
+[Illustration: Indian Chief.]
+
+
+
+
+INDIAN OBSERVATION.
+
+
+On his return home to his hut one day, an Indian discovered that his
+venison, which had been hung up to dry, had been stolen. After going
+some distance, he met some persons, of whom he inquired if they had
+seen a _little_, _old_, _white_ man, with a short gun, and accompanied
+by a small dog with a bob-tail. They replied in the affirmative; and
+upon the Indian's assuring them that the man thus described had stolen
+his venison, they desired to be informed how he was able to give such
+a minute description of a person whom he had not seen. The Indian
+answered thus:
+
+"The thief I know is a _little_ man, by his having made a pile of
+stones in order to reach the venison from the height I hung it
+standing on the ground; that he is an _old_ man, I know by his short
+steps, which I have traced over the dead leaves in the woods; that he
+is a _white_ man, I know by his turning out his toes when he walks,
+which an Indian never does; his gun I know to be short by the mark
+which the muzzle made by rubbing the bark of the tree on which it
+leaned; that his dog is small, I know by his tracks; and that he has
+a bob-tail I discovered by the mark of it in the dust where he was
+sitting at the time his master was taking down the meat."
+
+
+
+
+INDIAN STRATAGEM.
+
+
+In one of the frequent wars among the different tribes of Indians, a
+Pequot was pursued by a Naraganset Indian. The Pequot skulked behind a
+rock, and raising his hat on his gun, held it up just above the rock,
+so that the hat alone was visible on the other side.
+
+The Narraganset, who was at some distance, perceiving the hat, and
+supposing of course that the head of the Pequot was in it, crept softly
+up within a few feet and fired. But directly he had the mortification to
+find that he had thrown away his powder. The Pequot's gun was still
+loaded, and he discharged it to effect upon the poor Narraganset.
+
+[Illustration: Oregon Indians.]
+
+
+
+
+RED JACKET.
+
+
+It happened, during the Revolutionary war, that a treaty was held with
+the Indians, at which Lafayette was present. The object was to unite the
+various tribes in amity with America. The majority of the chiefs were
+friendly, but there was much opposition made to it, more especially by a
+young warrior, who declared that when an alliance was entered into with
+America, he should consider the sun of his country as set forever. In
+his travels through the Indian country, when lately in America, it
+happened at a large assemblage of chiefs that Lafayette referred to the
+treaty in question, and turning to Red Jacket, said, "Pray, tell me, if
+you can, what has become of that daring youth, who so decidedly opposed
+all our propositions for peace and amity? Does he still live--and what
+is his condition?" "I myself am the man," replied Red Jacket, "the
+decided enemy of the Americans as long as the hope of opposing them with
+success remained, but now their true and faithful ally until death."
+
+[Illustration: Red Jacket Chief.]
+
+
+
+
+INDIAN SHREWDNESS.
+
+
+When General Lincoln went to make peace with the Creek Indians, one of
+the chiefs asked him to sit down on a log. He was then desired to
+move, and in a few minutes to move still further. The request was
+repeated until the general got to the end of the log. The Indian still
+said, "Move further," to which the general replied, "I can move no
+further." "Just so it is with us," said the chief; "you have moved us
+back to the water, and then ask us to move further."
+
+[Illustration: Indian Council, with white men, making a treaty.]
+
+
+
+
+AN INDIAN'S JOKE.
+
+
+During the time of Indian troubles, a friendly Indian visited Governor
+Jenks, of Rhode Island, when the governor took occasion to request him
+to let him know if any strange Indian should come to his wigwam. This
+the Indian promised to do, and the governor agreed to give him a mug
+of flip if he should give such information. Some time after, the
+Indian came again, and said, "Well, Mr. Gubernor, strange Indian come
+to my house last night." "Ah," said the governor, "what did he say?"
+"He no speak," replied the Indian. "What, not speak at all?" inquired
+the governor. "No, he no speak at all." "That looks suspicious," said
+his excellency, and inquired if he was there still. Being told that he
+was, the governor ordered the promised mug of flip. When this was
+disposed of, and the Indian was about to depart, he mildly said, "Mr.
+Gubernor, my squaw have child last night." The governor, finding the
+strange Indian was a new-born pappoose, was glad to find there was no
+cause for alarm.
+
+[Illustration: Indian with his Bow and Arrow.]
+
+
+
+
+INDIAN CHARACTER.
+
+
+The following striking display of Indian character occurred some years
+since in a town in Maine. An Indian of the Kennebec tribe, remarkable
+for his good conduct, received a grant of land from the state, and
+fixed himself in a township, where a number of families settled.
+Though not ill treated, yet the common prejudice against the Indians
+prevented any sympathy with him. This was shown at the death of his
+only child, when none of the people came near him. Shortly afterwards
+he went to some of the inhabitants, and said to them, "When white
+man's child die, Indian man be sorry--he help bury him: when my child
+die, no one speak to me--I make his grave alone--I can't live here."
+
+He gave up his farm, dug up the body of his child, and carried it with
+him two hundred miles through the forest, to join the Canada Indians.
+What energy and depth of feeling does this specimen of Indian
+character exhibit!
+
+[Illustration: Indian with his Tomahawk.]
+
+
+
+
+INDIAN INTEGRITY.
+
+
+A Spanish traveller met an Indian in the desert; they were both on
+horseback. The Spaniard, fearing that his horse, which was none of the
+best, would not hold out till the end of his journey, asked the
+Indian, whose horse was young, strong, and spirited, to exchange with
+him. This the Indian refused. The Spaniard therefore began a quarrel
+with him. From words they proceeded to blows. The aggressor being well
+armed, proved too powerful for the native. He seized his horse,
+mounted him, and pursued his journey.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He was closely followed to the nearest town by the Indian, who
+immediately complained to a judge. The Spaniard was obliged to appear,
+and bring the horse with him. He treated the Indian as an impostor,
+affirming that the horse was his property, that he had always had him
+in his possession, and that he had raised him from a colt.
+
+There being no proof to the contrary, the judge was about dismissing
+the parties, when the Indian cried out,--"The horse is mine, and I'll
+prove it!" He immediately took off his mantle, and with it instantly
+covered the head of the animal; then addressing the judge,--"Since
+this man," said he, "affirms that he has raised the horse from a colt,
+command him to tell of which eye he is blind." The Spaniard, who would
+not seem to hesitate, instantly answered, "Of the right eye." "He is
+neither blind of the right eye," replied the Indian, "nor of the left."
+
+The judge decreed him the horse, and the Spaniard to be punished as a
+robber.
+
+
+
+
+INDIAN POLITENESS.
+
+
+The politeness of these people in conversation is indeed carried to
+excess; since it does not permit them to contradict or deny the truth
+of what is asserted in their presence. By this means they indeed
+avoid disputes; but then it becomes difficult to know their minds, or
+what impression you make upon them. When any of them come into our
+towns, our people are apt to crowd around them, gaze upon them, and
+incommode them when they desire to be private; this they esteem great
+rudeness, and the effect of the want of instruction in the rules of
+civility and good manners. "We have," say they, "as much curiosity as
+you, and when you come into our towns, we wish for opportunities of
+looking at you; but for this purpose we hide ourselves behind bushes
+where you are to pass, and never intrude ourselves into your company."
+
+
+
+
+MERRILL'S TOY AND JUVENILE BOOKS.
+
+ILLUSTRATED WITH ABOUT 1000 ENGRAVINGS.
+
+
+First Series.--Price One Cent.
+
+     This series contains twelve kinds, to be continued to eighteen or
+     more.
+
+
+Second Series, or Two Cent Toys.
+
+     THE BOOK OF FIFTY PICTURES.
+
+     MY FLOWER POT.
+
+     INDIAN ANECDOTES.
+
+     GIRLS' AND BOYS' PRIMER.
+
+     NURSERY RHYMES.
+
+     PEOPLE OF THE OLD WORLD.
+
+     BOOK ABOUT ANIMALS.
+
+     THE CHILD'S PICTURE BOOK.
+
+     BOOK ABOUT BIRDS.
+
+     BOOK ABOUT AMERICA.
+
+     STORIES ABOUT DOGS.
+
+     GEMS FOR GIRLS AND BOYS.
+
+
+Third Series, or No. 4 Toys.--Price Six Cents.
+
+     THE GOOD CHILD'S STORY BOOK.
+
+     CHILD'S BOOK OF SONGS, WITH ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+     HISTORY OF QUADRUPEDS, WITH TWENTY ENGRAVINGS.
+
+     HISTORY OF BIRDS, WITH TWENTY ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+     SAILOR BOY STORY AND SONGS.
+
+     STORIES AND HYMNS FOR CHILDREN.
+
+     A PEEP AT THE OLD WORLD.
+
+     STORIES ABOUT INDIANS.
+
+     STORIES ABOUT THE WHALES.
+
+     THE CHILD'S A B C PICTURE BOOK.
+
+     THE POETICAL ALPHABET.
+
+     MOTHER'S ASSISTANT, OR SCHOOL PRIMER.
+
+
+Pictorial Gallery Series.--Price Eight Cents.
+
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+
+     JUVENILE CASKET OF MORAL AND INTERESTING TALES.
+
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+
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+
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+
+     THE GIRL'S CASKET.
+
+     YOUTH'S ZOOLOGY.
+
+     PEEP AT OLD ASIA.
+
+     TALK ABOUT INDIANS.
+
+
+Juvenile Books.
+
+     THE MUSEUM FOR YOUNG PEOPLE, containing about one hundred pages,
+     square 12mo. Beautifully Illustrated. Bound in cambric, stamped.
+
+     THE CASKET FOR BOYS AND GIRLS, containing about one hundred
+     pages, 18mo. With Illustrations. Bound in cambric, stamped sides.
+
+R. M. also publishes the NEW ENGLAND PRIMER, in its original and
+Puritanical style.
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber's Note
+
+
+    * Pg 5 Moved period to end of sentence in "warrior, (son of Red
+    Knife.)".
+
+    * Pg 26 Added period after "more" in "continued to eighteen or
+    more".
+
+    * Added missing periods to illustration comments for consistency.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Kyphosis and other Variations in Soft-shelled Turtles
+
+BY
+
+HOBART M. SMITH
+
+University of Kansas Publications
+Museum of Natural History
+
+Volume 1, No. 6, pp. 117-124
+July 7, 1947
+
+UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS
+LAWRENCE
+1947
+
+UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY
+
+Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, Donald S. Farner,
+Donald F. Hoffmeister
+
+Volume 1, No. 6, pp. 117-124
+July 7, 1947
+
+UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS
+Lawrence, Kansas
+
+PRINTED BY
+FERD VOILAND, JR., STATE PRINTER
+TOPEKA, KANSAS
+1947
+
+[Illustration]
+
+21-6301
+
+
+
+
+Kyphosis and other Variations in Soft-shelled Turtles
+
+By
+
+HOBART M. SMITH
+
+
+Kyphotic (hump-backed) soft-shelled turtles have been known for many
+years in Asia and America. Gressitt (Peking Natural History Bulletin, 2
+(pt. 4): 413-415, figs. 1-5, 1937) has reviewed accounts of such
+turtles, and recorded the anomaly in _Amyda sinensis_ (Wiegmann) and _A.
+steindachneri_ (Siebenrock) of Asia and in unidentified species in the
+United States. Records of kyphosis in American species apparently are
+few.
+
+Three skeletons in the University of Kansas Museum of Natural History
+demonstrate occurrence of the condition in at least 3 American species:
+_Amyda emoryi_ (Agassiz), _A. mutica_ (Le Sueur) and _A. spinifera_ (Le
+Sueur). The specimen of _A. emoryi_ (Catalog No. 2219) was taken at
+Phoenix, Maricopa Co., Arizona, by Victor H. Householder, on May 1,
+1926. The second specimen, called to my attention by C. W. Hibbard, was
+taken in 1936 from the Kansas River at Lawrence, Douglas Co., Kansas, by
+Max Wheatley, to whom I am indebted for the accompanying photographs and
+permission to describe the specimen which he has added to the Museum's
+collections (No. 23230). The identity of No. 23230 is established as _A.
+mutica_ by the absence of spines (see fig. 3) and by a number of cranial
+characters. The specimen of _A. spinifera_ (No. 23026) is without
+locality data; its identification is verified by the presence of spines
+on the front of the carapace.
+
+In the specimen of _A. mutica_ (see figures) the hump forms a smooth,
+high curve, closely resembling the condition in Gressitt's specimens of
+_A. steindachneri_ (_op. cit._: fig. 1). In the other two the hump is
+lower and its apex forms a relatively sharp angle; in the specimen of
+_A. spinifera_ the posterior face of the hump is more nearly vertical
+than the anterior face. In _A. emoryi_ the rear edge of the apex is
+sharply inclined (at an angle of about 45 deg.), whereas the remainder of
+the surface slants at an angle of about 35 deg.
+
+In the accompanying table of measurements of specimens in the University
+of Kansas Museum of Natural History the height is measured from the end
+of the rib opposite the highest elevation to the crest of the elevation,
+by projected lines. The length is measured from the anterior border of
+the nuchal plate to the posterior edge of the last costal plate. The
+width is measured from tip to tip of the longest ribs. Catalogue
+numbers of the specimens, with indication of the localities of capture
+are as follows: Nos. 2215-9, 2803, 2824, 2837, Phoenix, Maricopa Co.,
+Arizona; Nos. 19459-60, Ozark, Franklin Co., Arkansas; Nos. 2225-9,
+Lewisville, Lafayette Co., Arkansas; Nos. 1867-70, 1874-6, 1879, 1881,
+1930-1, 2666, 2761-2, 2826, 2838-42, Devalls Bluff, Prairie Co.,
+Arkansas; No. 16528, Orange Co., Florida; Nos. 1872, 1878, 1943, 1964,
+Doniphan Lake, Doniphan Co., Kansas; No. 2220, Douglas Co., Kansas; No.
+23230, Kansas River, Douglas Co., Kansas; No. 18159, Harper Co., Kansas;
+No. 2757, Smoky Hill River, Trego Co., Kansas; No. 23026, no data.
+
+The three abnormal specimens vary in width/height ratio from 1.83 to
+3.14. In the 37 normal turtles measured, the corresponding ratio is 4.64
+to 7.85. The ratio of 4.64 is possibly subject to correction since the
+shell tends to warp in some specimens, especially in those retaining the
+skin about the periphery of the shell. The warping does not produce a
+marked convexity in transverse section, but does so in longitudinal
+section. Accordingly the height as here measured is little effected, and
+the comparison with width rather than length of shell provides for the
+lesser error from warping. There appears to be no close correlation of
+proportions with either size or sex.
+
+It is of interest that _Amyda ferox_ is the most distinctive in
+proportions of the carapace. Its carapace is longer in relation to its
+width than that of any of the other species. The average relative length
+of the carapace of _A. emoryi_ is intermediate between that of _A.
+ferox_ and the averages of _A. spinifera_ and _A. mutica_, but the
+overlap in range with the latter two is complete.
+
+The cause for kyphotic anomalies is unknown. That it is accompanied by a
+greater degree of growth in the vertebral column than in the periphery
+of the costal plates is obvious. There seems to be no well-established
+accommodation for the difference in growth, since the hump produced by
+it varies considerably in form.
+
+There is no trend from small to large specimens in size of the hump;
+large and small humps occur in both large and small specimens.
+Accordingly it seems that the humped condition is developed in the late
+embryo or early post-embryonic life, and does not later change.
+
+An apparently reasonable hypothesis is that the costal plates ankylose
+distally with the ribs early enough in embryonic life so that any
+differential in growth rate between them and the vertebral column is
+translated into abnormal contortions of the body. Agassiz and others
+have shown that the costal plates normally do not fuse with the ribs by
+the time of hatching; the fusion then does not normally occur in the
+embryonic stage. Presumably, once fused, the costal plates and vertebral
+column normally have equal growth rates, since the height/width ratio
+does not change significantly with increased size. It is well known that
+fusion takes place in young specimens soon after hatching; in all
+skeletons examined of this genus, from the smallest (62 mm. in length)
+to the largest (295 mm.), the fusion has occurred. Therefore, the normal
+time of fusion must be approximately at the time of hatching.
+
+Although costal plates and the vertebral column grow in direct
+proportion to each other throughout life from a period shortly after
+hatching, the vertebral column apparently grows more rapidly than the
+costals shortly before and possibly also shortly after hatching, at
+least in kyphotic and probably also in normal specimens. An
+exceptionally early date of fusion of costal plates and ribs would thus
+result in a kyphotic condition, and it may well be assumed that the
+earlier the fusion, the greater the hypertrophy would be. Whether or not
+this hypothesis correctly accounts for kyphosis in turtles can be
+ascertained only by further study.
+
+Stejneger (Bull. Mus. Comp. Zool., 94: 12, 1944) regards the presence of
+8 neurals as opposed to 7 as an important peculiarity of _A. mutica_.
+The 42 specimens for which the number of neurals is recorded reveals,
+however, that there is greater variation than previously supposed: in 16
+_A. mutica_ more than half (9) have 7 neurals and the remainder (7) have
+8. Eight neurals were recorded also in 2 of 18 _spinifera_, and in 1 of
+7 _A. emoryi_. Seven neurals are present in the single specimen of _A.
+ferox_ examined.
+
+It is of interest also that the number of costals, which has been
+reported to be consistently 7 in New World species and 8 in Old World
+species, varies markedly. In New World specimens, one _A. mutica_ has 7
+on one side, 8 on the other, and 8 occur on both sides of one other (of
+a total of 16 examined). One of twenty _A. spinifera_, and one of eight
+_A. emoryi_ have 8; the single _A. ferox_ (Schneider) has 7. Accordingly
+the suggestion by H. M. Smith (Field Mus. Nat. Hist. Zool. Ser., 23:19,
+1939) that _Platypeltis_ Baur be resurrected for the American
+soft-shelled turtles on the basis of the occurrence of only 7 costals,
+is untenable.
+
+The generic allocation of American soft-shelled turtles has varied
+considerably in recent years: Smith (_loc. cit._) uses _Platypeltis_;
+Pope (Turtles of the United States and Canada, p. 343, 1939) uses
+_Trionyx_ Geoffroy; and Stejneger (_op. cit._, p. 8) uses _Amyda_
+Geoffroy. As stated above, use of _Platypeltis_ at the present time is
+unwarranted, since no constant difference has been discovered that would
+support generic separation of Asiatic and American members of this
+group. New World turtles should be placed either in _Trionyx_ or in
+_Amyda_, depending upon the interpretation of type designation for the
+latter name. Malcolm Smith (Bull. Raffles Mus. 3:2, 1930) and others
+have considered that, as a part of the original description, Geoffroy
+(Ann. Mus. Hist. Nat. Paris, 14:20, 1809) designated the type species of
+his new generic name _Trionyx_ as _aegypticus_ E. Geoffroy (=
+_triunguis_ Forskal a well-recognized species). Stejneger argues that
+Geoffroy did not adequately designate a type from among the many species
+he treated in his genus _Trionyx_, and that it remained for Fitzinger
+(Syst. Rept., p. 30, 1843) to select one of these as a type; he chose
+_coromandelicus_ Geoffroy, which is a synonym of _granosa_ Schoeppff, a
+species belonging to a different genus (as now recognized) from that to
+which _triunguis_ belongs, although Geoffroy had made the mistake of
+considering both groups as members of his genus _Trionyx_. Now if
+Fitzinger's type designation is accepted, the name _Trionyx_ is to be
+applied to that group containing _granosa_ (only one other form is known
+in the genus, and both forms occur only in India and Burma), whereas the
+name _Amyda_ of Geoffroy (_op. cit._, p. 1) is applied to the genus (as
+now recognized) which includes _triunguis_ and some 20 other species of
+Asia and North America. The type of _Amyda_ is a typical member from
+Asia (_cartilagineus_ Boddaert). On the other hand, if Geoffroy's type
+designation is accepted, the American forms (and the others of that
+genus) would take the generic name _Trionyx_, of which _Amyda_ would be
+a synonym, and the genus to which _granosa_ belongs would take the name
+_Lissemys_ Malcolm Smith (Fauna Brit. India, Rept. Amph., 1:154, 1931).
+
+Stejneger discussed the various aspects of this problem (_op. cit._, pp.
+6, 7), and I can add nothing to his discussion. His arguments for the
+acceptance of Fitzinger's type designation rather than that of Geoffroy
+are well founded upon the statement of the International Rules of
+Zoological Nomenclature, while those of Smith are not. In weighing these
+two alternatives, the practical value of maintenance of the "status quo"
+is not here important, for the whole system of nomenclature in this
+field is completely upset; _any_ conclusive decision would be of great
+practical value and one alternative holds no special, practical
+advantage over the other. Accordingly, it seems reasonable to consider
+the matter closed with Stejneger's analysis, retaining _Amyda_ for the
+American and related species of soft-shelled turtles. That this
+assemblage contains natural subgroups that may warrant subdivision into
+other genera is obvious, but to none of these will the name _Trionyx_ be
+applicable.
+
+
+Table of Data on _Amyda_
+
+Transcriber's note: Legend has been created for the column headings to
+make the table fit.
+
+Column headings:
+
+A: Number
+B: Sex (M = male, F. = female)
+C: Width (mm.)
+D: Length (mm.)
+E: Ratio, width-length
+F: Height (mm.)
+G: Ratio, width-height
+H: Neurals
+I: Costals
+
+================+==========+===+=====+=====+======+====+======+===+=====
+    SPECIES     |    A     | B |  C  |  D  |  E   | F  |  G   | H | I
+----------------+----------+---+-----+-----+------+----+------+---+-----
+    _emoryi_    |  2219[A] |   |  81 |  62 | 1.30 | 34 | 2.38 |   | 7
+       "        |  2215    | M |     |     |      |    |      | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2216    |   | 104 |  88 | 1.18 | 18 | 5.77 | 8 | 7
+       "        |  2217    |   |     |     |      |    |      | 7 | 8
+       "        |  2218    |   | 106 |  93 | 1.14 | 21 | 5.04 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2803    | F | 150 | 132 | 1.13 | 28 | 5.35 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2824    | F | 204 | 198 | 1.03 | 32 | 6.37 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2837    | F |     |     |      |    |      | 7 | 7
+       "        | 19460    |   |  97 |  77 | 1.26 | 14 | 6.93 | 8 | 7
+                |          |   |     |     |      |    |      |   |
+ _ferox mutica_ | 16528    | F | 282 | 295 | 0.99 | 53 | 5.32| 7 |  7
+       "        |  2841    | F |  99 |  75 | 1.32 | 16 | 6.18 | 7 | 7
+       "        | 23230[A] |   | 101 |  78 | 1.29 | 55 | 1.83 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2838    | F | 106 |  79 | 1.34 | 17 | 6.23 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  1964    | M | 110 |  95 | 1.15 | 18 | 6.11 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2839    | F | 115 |  77 | 1.49 | 18 | 6.39 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2840    | F | 115 |  85 | 1.35 | 17 | 6.76 | 8 | 7-8
+       "        | 19459    |   | 131 | 106 | 1.23 | 20 | 6.55 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2220    | F | 144 | 116 | 1.24 | 22 | 6.54 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  1874    |   | 162 | 137 | 1.18 | 32 | 5.06 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  1930    | F | 180 | 138 | 1.30 | 33 | 5.45 | 8 | 7
+       "        |  1875    |   | 181 | 164 | 1.10 | 39 | 4.64 | 8 | 8
+       "        |  1881    | F |     |     |      |    |      | 8 | 7
+       "        |  1868    | M | 185 | 167 | 1.10 | 39 | 4.74 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  1876    | F | 190 | 177 | 1.07 | 33 | 5.75 | 8 | 7
+       "        |  1870    | F | 194 | 166 | 1.27 | 35 | 5.54 | 8 | 7
+       "        |  1943    |   |  98 |  76 | 1.29 | 18 | 5.44 | ? | 7
+                |          |   |     |     |      |    |      |   |
+  _spinifera_   |  1872    |   | 129 | 101 | 1.27 | 17 | 7.59 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  1931    | M | 148 | 102 | 1.45 | 26 | 5.69 | 7 | 7
+       "        | 18159    | F | 151 | 129 | 1.17 | 26 | 5.80 | ? | 7
+       "        |  1878    | F | 163 | 132 | 1.23 | 25 | 6.52 | 8 | 7
+       "        |  2225    | F | 165 | 131 | 1.17 | 21 | 7.85 | 7 | 7
+       "        | 23026[A] | F | 170 | 133 | 1.27 | 54 | 3.14 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2227    | F | 191 | 175 | 1.09 | 39 | 4.89 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2228    | F | 196 | 167 | 1.17 |    |      | 7 | 7
+       "        |  1867    | M | 207 | 164 | 1.26 | 26 | 7.58 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2757    |   | 213 | 196 | 1.08 | 30 | 7.10 | 7 | 8
+       "        |  2229    |   | 215 | 178 | 1.20 | 28 | 6.78 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2762    | F | 219 | 184 | 1.19 | 40 | 5.47 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  1879    |   | 223 | 187 | 1.19 | 38 | 5.87 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2761    | F | 233 | 182 | 1.28 | 43 | 5.41 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2666    |   | 234 | 208 | 1.12 | 42 | 5.57 | 8 | 7
+       "        |  2226    | F | 239 | 215 | 1.11 | 38 | 6.29 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  1869    |   | 245 | 211 | 1.16 | 44 | 5.55 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2842    |   | 245 | 219 | 1.12 | 45 | 5.44 | 7 | 7
+       "        |  2826    | F | 245 | 237 | 1.03 | 45 | 5.44 | 7 | 7
+----------------+----------+---+-----+-----+------+----+------+---+-----
+
+[Footnote A: Kyphotic]
+
+_University of Kansas, Museum of Natural History, Lawrence, Kansas._
+
+[Illustration: FIGS. 1-3. _Amyda mutica_, Univ. Kans., Mus. Nat. Hist.,
+No. 23230, Lawrence, Kansas. All views approximately half natural size.
+1, Frontal view. 2, Lateral view. 3, Dorsal view.]
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+  A LOWDEN SABBATH MORN
+
+  BY
+
+  ROBERT
+  LOUIS
+  STEVENSON
+
+  ILLUSTRATED
+
+  BY
+
+  A. S. BOYD
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+  A LOWDEN SABBATH MORN
+
+[Illustration: THE PRAYER        p. 16]
+
+
+
+
+  A LOWDEN
+  SABBATH MORN
+
+  BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
+
+  ILLUSTRATED BY A. S. BOYD
+
+  & PUBLISHED AT LONDON BY
+  CHATTO & WINDUS MCMIX
+
+
+
+
+  First Illustrated Edition published 1898, and a Second Impression in
+  the same year.
+
+  New Edition in 1907; and with Coloured Frontispiece in 1909.
+
+
+  Printed by Ballantyne, Hanson & Co.
+  At the Ballantyne Press, Edinburgh
+
+
+
+
+  TO
+
+  THE MEMORY OF
+
+  ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
+
+  THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED
+
+  BY
+
+  THE ILLUSTRATOR
+
+
+
+
+  A Lowden Sabbath Morn
+
+
+    I
+
+  The clinkum-clank o' Sabbath bells
+  Noo to the hoastin' rookery swells,
+  Noo faintin' laigh in shady dells,
+          Sounds far an' near,
+  An' through the simmer kintry tells
+          Its tale o' cheer.
+
+
+    II
+
+  An' noo, to that melodious play,
+  A' deidly awn the quiet sway--
+  A' ken their solemn holiday,
+          Bestial an' human,
+  The singin' lintie on the brae,
+          The restin' plou'man.
+
+
+    III
+
+  He, mair than a' the lave o' men,
+  His week completit joys to ken;
+  Half-dressed, he daunders out an' in,
+          Perplext wi' leisure;
+  An' his raxt limbs he'll rax again
+          Wi' painfue' pleesure.
+
+
+      IV
+
+  The steerin' mither strang afit
+  Noo shoos the bairnies but a bit;
+  Noo cries them ben, their Sinday shueit
+          To scart upon them,
+  Or sweeties in their pouch to pit,
+          Wi' blessin's on them.
+
+
+    V
+
+  The lasses, clean frae tap to taes,
+  Are busked in crunklin' underclaes;
+  The gartened hose, the weel-filled stays,
+          The nakit shift,
+  A' bleached on bonny greens for days
+          An' white's the drift.
+
+
+    VI
+
+  An' noo to face the kirkward mile:
+  The guidman's hat o' dacent style,
+  The blackit shoon, we noo maun fyle
+          As white's the miller:
+  A waefue' peety tae, to spile
+          The warth o' siller.
+
+
+    VII
+
+  Our Marg'et, aye sae keen to crack,
+  Douce-stappin' in the stoury track,
+  Her emeralt goun a' kiltit back
+          Frae snawy coats,
+  White-ankled, leads the kirkward pack
+          Wi' Dauvit Groats.
+
+
+    VIII
+
+  A thocht ahint, in runkled breeks,
+  A' spiled wi' lyin' by for weeks,
+  The guidman follows closs, an' cleiks
+          The sonsie missis;
+  His sarious face at aince bespeaks
+          The day that this is.
+
+
+    IX
+
+  And aye an' while we nearer draw
+  To whaur the kirkton lies alaw,
+  Mair neebours, comin' saft an' slaw
+          Frae here an' there,
+  The thicker thrang the gate, an' caw
+          The stour in air.
+
+
+    X
+
+  But hark! the bells frae nearer clang;
+  To rowst the slaw, their sides they bang;
+  An' see! black coats a'ready thrang
+          The green kirkyaird;
+  And at the yett, the chestnuts spang
+          That brocht the laird.
+
+
+    XI
+
+  The solemn elders at the plate
+  Stand drinkin' deep the pride o' state:
+  The practised hands as gash an' great
+          As Lords o' Session;
+  The later named, a wee thing blate
+          In their expression.
+
+
+    XII
+
+  The prentit stanes that mark the deid,
+  Wi' lengthened lip, the sarious read;
+  Syne wag a moraleesin' heid,
+          An' then an' there
+  Their hirplin' practice an' their creed
+          Try hard to square.
+
+
+    XIII
+
+  It's here our Merren lang has lain,
+  A wee bewast the table-stane;
+  An' yon's the grave o' Sandy Blane;
+          An' further ower,
+  The mither's brithers, dacent men!
+          Lie a' the fower.
+
+
+    XIV
+
+  Here the guidman sall bide awee
+  To dwall amang the deid; to see
+  Auld faces clear in fancy's e'e;
+          Belike to hear
+  Auld voices fa'in saft an' slee
+          On fancy's ear.
+
+
+    XV
+
+  Thus, on the day o' solemn things,
+  The bell that in the steeple swings
+  To fauld a scaittered faim'ly rings
+          Its walcome screed;
+  An' just a wee thing nearer brings
+          The quick an' deid.
+
+
+    XVI
+
+  But noo the bell is ringin' in;
+  To tak their places, folk begin;
+  The minister himsel' will shuene
+          Be up the gate,
+  Filled fu' wi' clavers about sin
+          An' man's estate.
+
+
+    XVII
+
+  The tuenes are up--_French_, to be shuere,
+  The faithfue' _French_, an' twa-three mair;
+  The auld prezentor, hoastin' sair,
+          Wales out the portions,
+  An' yirks the tuene into the air
+          Wi' queer contortions.
+
+
+    XVIII
+
+  Follows the prayer, the readin' next,
+  An' than the fisslin' for the text--
+  The twa-three last to find it, vext
+          But kind o' proud;
+  An' than the peppermints are raxed,
+          An' southernwood.
+
+
+    XIX
+
+  For noo's the time whan pows are seen
+  Nid-noddin' like a mandareen;
+  When tenty mithers stap a preen
+          In sleepin' weans;
+  An' nearly half the parochine
+          Forget their pains.
+
+
+    XX
+
+  There's just a waukrif' twa or three:
+  Thrawn commentautors sweer to 'gree,
+  Weans glowrin' at the bumlin' bee
+          On windie-glasses,
+  Or lads that tak a keek a-glee
+          At sonsie lasses.
+
+
+    XXI
+
+  Himsel', meanwhile, frae whaur he cocks
+  An' bobs belaw the soundin'-box,
+  The treesures of his words unlocks
+          Wi' prodigality,
+  An' deals some unco dingin' knocks
+          To infidality.
+
+
+    XXII
+
+  Wi' sappy unction, hoo he burkes
+  The hopes o' men that trust in works,
+  Expounds the fau'ts o' ither kirks,
+          An' shaws the best o' them
+  No muckle better than mere Turks,
+          When a's confessed o' them.
+
+
+    XXIII
+
+  Bethankit! what a bonny creed!
+  What mair would ony Christian need?--
+  The braw words rumm'le ower his heid,
+          Nor steer the sleeper;
+  And in their restin' graves, the deid
+          Sleep aye the deeper.
+
+
+
+
+  AUTHOR'S NOTE
+
+
+It may be guessed by some that I had a certain parish in my eye, and
+this makes it proper I should add a word of disclamation. In my time
+there have been two ministers in that parish. Of the first I have a
+special reason to speak well, even had there been any to think ill. The
+second I have often met in private and long (in the due phrase) "sat
+under" in his church, and neither here nor there have I heard an unkind
+or ugly word upon his lips. The preacher of the text had thus no
+original in that particular parish; but when I was a boy he might have
+been observed in many others; he was then (like the schoolmaster)
+abroad; and by recent advices, it would seem he has not yet entirely
+disappeared.
+
+
+
+
+  ILLUSTRATOR'S NOTE
+
+
+I am not certain of the particular parish Stevenson had in his mind when
+he wrote this poem, but I am certain that the description is typical of
+almost any Scottish rural parish, Lowden (that is, _Lothian_) or other.
+In illustrating the verses it has seemed to me, therefore, unnecessary
+to make portraits from any one locality. I fancy the writer looked back
+to the period of his boyhood and to the people he knew in more than one
+part of his native country, so I have tried to depict that period and
+that class of people as I remember them in various counties of his land
+and mine.
+
+  A. S. B.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _The clinkum-clank o' Sabbath bells
+  Noo to the hoastin' rookery swells,
+  Noo faintin' laigh in shady dells,
+          Sounds far an' near,
+  An' through the simmer kintry tells
+          Its tale o' cheer._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _An' noo, to that melodious play,
+  A' deidly awn the quiet sway--
+  A' ken their solemn holiday,
+          Bestial an' human,
+  The singin' lintie on the brae,
+          The restin' plou'man._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _He, mair than a' the lave o' men,
+  His week completit joys to ken;
+  Half-dressed, he daunders out an' in,
+          Perplext wi' leisure;
+  An' his raxt limbs he'll rax again
+          Wi' painfue' pleesure._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _The steerin' mither strang afit
+  Noo shoos the bairnies but a bit;
+  Noo cries them ben, their Sinday shueit
+          To scart upon them,
+  Or sweeties in their pouch to pit,
+          Wi' blessin's on them._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _The lasses, clean frae tap to taes,
+  Are busked in crunklin' underclaes;
+  The gartened hose, the weel-filled stays,
+          The nakit shift,
+  A' bleached on bonny greens for days,
+          An' white's the drift._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _An' noo to face the kirkward mile:
+  The guidman's hat o' dacent style,
+  The blackit shoon, we noo maun fyle
+          As white's the miller:
+  A waefue' peety tae, to spile
+          The warth o' siller._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _Our Marg'et, aye sae keen to crack,
+  Douce-stappin' in the stoury track,
+  Her emeralt goun a' kiltit back
+          Frae snawy coats,
+  White-ankled, leads the kirkward pack
+          Wi' Dauvit Groats._
+
+  _A thocht ahint, in runkled breeks,
+  A' spiled wi' lyin' by for weeks,
+  The guidman follows closs, an' cleiks
+          The sonsie missis;
+  His sarious face at aince bespeaks
+          The day that this is._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _And aye an' while we nearer draw
+  To whaur the kirkton lies alaw,
+  Mair neebours, comin saft an' slaw
+          Frae here an' there,
+  The thicker thrang the gate, an' caw
+          The stour in air._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _But hark! the bells frae nearer clang;
+  To rowst the slaw, their sides they bang;
+  An' see! black coats a'ready thrang
+          The green kirkyaird;
+  And at the yett, the chestnuts spang
+          That brocht the laird._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _The solemn elders at the plate
+  Stand drinkin' deep the pride o' state:
+  The practised hands as gash an' great
+          As Lords o' Session;
+  The later named, a wee thing blate
+          In their expression._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _The prentit stanes that mark the deid,
+  Wi' lengthened lip, the sarious read;
+  Syne wag a moraleesin' heid,
+          An' then an' there
+  Their hirplin' practice an' their creed
+        Try hard to square._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _It's here our Merren lang has lain,
+  A wee bewast the table-stane;
+  An' yon's the grave o' Sandy Blane;
+          An' further ower,
+  The mither's brithers, dacent men!
+          Lie a' the fower._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _Here the guidman sall bide awee
+  To dwall amang the deid; to see
+  Auld faces clear in fancy's e'e;
+          Belike to hear
+  Auld voices fa'in saft an' slee
+          On fancy's ear._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _Thus, on the day o' solemn things,
+  The bell that in the steeple swings
+  To fauld a scaittered faim'ly rings
+          Its walcome screed;
+  An' just a wee thing nearer brings
+          The quick an' deid._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _But noo the bell is ringin' in;
+  To tak their places, folk begin;_
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _The minister himsel' will shuene
+          Be up the gate,
+  Filled fu' wi' clavers about sin
+          An' man's estate._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _The tuenes are up_--French, _to be shuere,
+  The faithfue'_ French, _an' twa-three mair;
+  The auld prezentor, hoastin' sair,
+          Wales out the portions,
+  An' yirks the tuene into the air
+          Wi' queer contortions._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _Follows the prayer, the readin' next,
+  An' than the fisslin' for the text--
+  The twa-three last to find it, vext
+          But kind o' proud;_
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _An' than the peppermints are raxed,
+          An' southernwood._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _For noo's the time whan pows are seen
+  Nid-noddin' like a mandareen;
+  When tenty mithers stap a preen
+          In sleepin' weans;
+  An' nearly half the parochine
+          Forget their pains._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _There's just a waukrif' twa or three:
+  Thrawn commentautors sweer to 'gree,_
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _Weans glowrin' at the bumlin' bee
+          On windie-glasses,
+  Or lads that tak a keek a-glee
+          At sonsie lasses._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _Himsel', meanwhile, frae whaur he cocks
+  An' bobs belaw the soundin'-box,
+  The treesures of his words unlocks
+          Wi' prodigality,
+  An' deals some unco dingin' knocks
+          To infidality._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _Wi' sappy unction, hoo he burkes
+  The hopes o' men that trust in works,
+  Expounds the fau'ts o' ither kirks,
+          An' shaws the best o' them
+  No muckle better than mere Turks,
+          When a's confessed o' them._
+
+  _Bethankit! what a bonny creed!
+  What mair would ony Christian need?_--
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _The braw words rumm'le ower his heid,
+          Nor steer the sleeper;_
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  _And in their restin' graves, the deid
+          Sleep aye the deeper._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+    Works by Robert Louis Stevenson
+
+  AN INLAND VOYAGE.
+  EDINBURGH: PICTURESQUE NOTES.
+  TRAVELS WITH A DONKEY.
+  VIRGINIBUS PUERISQUE.
+  FAMILIAR STUDIES OF MEN AND BOOKS.
+  NEW ARABIAN NIGHTS.
+  TREASURE ISLAND.
+  THE SILVERADO SQUATTERS.
+  A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES.
+  PRINCE OTTO.
+  THE STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE.
+  KIDNAPPED.
+  THE MERRY MEN.
+  UNDERWOODS.
+  MEMORIES AND PORTRAITS.
+  THE BLACK ARROW.
+  THE MASTER OF BALLANTRAE.
+  FATHER DAMIEN: AN OPEN LETTER.
+  BALLADS.
+  ACROSS THE PLAINS.
+  ISLAND NIGHTS ENTERTAINMENTS.
+  A FOOTNOTE TO HISTORY.
+  CATRIONA.
+  WEIR OF HERMISTON.
+  VAILIMA LETTERS.
+  FABLES.
+  SONGS OF TRAVEL.
+  ST. IVES.
+  IN THE SOUTH SEAS.
+  ESSAYS OF TRAVEL.
+  TALES AND FANTASIES.
+  THE ART OF WRITING.
+  PRAYERS WRITTEN AT VAILIMA.
+  A CHRISTMAS SERMON.
+
+
+    with Mrs. Stevenson
+
+  THE DYNAMITER.
+
+
+    with Lloyd Osbourne
+
+  THE WRONG BOX.      THE WRECKER.      THE EBB-TIDE.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's A Lowden Sabbath Morn, by Robert Louis Stevenson
+
+
+
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+Transcribed from the 1845 Stevenson and Matchett edition by David Price,
+email ccx074@pglaf.org
+
+
+
+
+
+                                 THE POLL
+
+
+                                  FOR AN
+
+                            ASSISTANT MINISTER
+
+                            FOR THE PARISH OF
+
+                       ST. PETER MANCROFT, NORWICH
+
+              _Instead of the Rev. C. CHAPMAN_, _resigned_,
+
+                         Taken January 16, 1845;
+
+                 WITH AN ENTIRE LIST OF THE RATE PAYERS.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                               CANDIDATES.
+
+Rev. THOMAS WILSON, M.A.            267
+Rev. THOMAS CLOWES, M.A.            236
+
+[The Rev. T. Wilson was nominated and supported by the Friends of the
+Established Church, and the Rev. T. Clowes principally by the Dissenting
+Interest.]
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+THE POLL.
+
+                                                             W.        C.
+Allison Robert, Wounded Hart-lane                                1
+Allison David, St. Peter's steps                                 1
+Ames Robert, Market-place                                        1
+Anthony William, Upper-market
+Arnold Edward, Orford-hill                                       1
+Asker Samuel, near the Church                                    6
+Asker George, Bethel-street                                                2
+Asker George, Gentleman's-walk
+Athow John, Castle-street
+Athow John, Castle-street
+Atkins Thomas, Back of Inns
+Austin Ann, Oxford-hill                                          1
+
+Basingthwaite ---, Bethel-street                                 1
+Back Edward, Old Haymarket                                       6
+Bacon Edmund, Davey-place
+Bacon Edmund, Gun House-yard
+Bagshaw Joseph, Fishmarket
+Baldwin John, Fishmarket                                                   1
+Baley John, Little London-street                                           1
+Balls Samuel, St. Giles'-street                                  2
+Banks Thomas, Gaol-hill                                                    4
+Barber John, Old Haymarket                                                 4
+
+Barber John, jun. do.
+Barker George, London-street
+Barnard John, Upper-market                                       2
+Barnard Charles, Market-place                                    2
+Barnard J. H., Castle-street                                     1
+Barnard Dennis, do.                                              1
+Bolton W. S., do.                                                1
+Barnes John Edward, do.                                          1
+Bayes Mrs., Orford-hill                                          1
+Bayes Robert K., do.                                             1
+Beales Francis, Lady's-lane                                                1
+Bell John, Exchange-street                                                 1
+Bennett Edward, Upper-market
+Bream Chas. John, do.                                                      1
+Bennett Thomas, Upper-market                                               1
+Betts John, Market-place                                                   2
+Hindes E. J., do.                                                2
+Hindes Francis, do.                                              2
+Bidwell Henry, Gentleman's-walk
+Bidwell Henry, jun., do.
+Bidwell Joseph, Bethel-street
+Bishop James, Coburg-street                                      1
+Blazeby James, Bethel-street                                     1
+Blyth John, Davey-place
+Blyth W. B., Bethel-street                                                 1
+Boardman R. R., York-place                                       1
+Boatwright Eliza, Theatre-street
+Bond Joseph, Davey-place                                                   1
+Bowgen Susanna, Bethel-street
+Boyden C. and Eliza, do.                                         1
+Brandford E., Coburg-street                                                1
+Bray Richard, St. Giles'-street                                  1
+Brittain Robert, Coburg-street
+Brockhall Henry, Back of Inns                                              1
+Browne Aggas, Theatre-street                                     2
+Brown Henry, Gentleman's-walk
+Bradshaw F. G., Weston's-court                                   2
+Browne Edward, Upper-market                                      6
+
+Browne Henry, do
+Browne Hezekiah, Orford hill
+Browne John, Chapel-field                                        2
+Browne William, Davey-place
+Brundell Charles, Market-place                                   2
+
+Bean Francis, do.
+Bryan Joshua, Old Haymarket                                                2
+Buck C. H., Back of Inns                                                   1
+Bull Isaac, do.
+Bunting John, Upper-market                                                 1
+Burrage John, Davey place                                                  1
+Burroughes John, Butchery
+Bush Mrs., Castle-street                                         1
+Butcher William, Market-place
+Buttifant Miss, Market-place                                     3
+Benstead Thomas, Bear-yard                                                 1
+Barber W. W., Little Orford-street
+Bloomfield John, Bethel-street
+Barker John and Coleby, opposite Crescent                        1
+
+Calton Thomas Dixon, Hay-hill                                    2
+Campin John, Chapel-field road                                             1
+Capprain Lewis, White Lion-street
+Case Sarah, Bethel-street                                        1
+Castle William, near the Church                                  1
+Chamberlin Henry, Market-place                                             6
+
+Chamberlin Henry, junr., do.
+
+Chamberlin Robert, do.
+Chambers William, Pudding-lane                                   1
+Cheston Thomas, Lady's lane
+Church Charles, Wounded Hart-lane                                1
+Clarke Samuel, Butchery                                                    1
+Clarke S. R., do.                                                1
+Clarke Misses, London-street                                     2
+Clarke Hannah, Bethel-street                                     1
+Claxton Robt., Davey-place (voted twice)                                   2
+Claxton Thomas, Royal Hotel-street
+Coldham William, Upper-market                                    2
+Clements John, St. Giles'-street
+Coleman George Lovick, Gaol-hill                                           6
+Coleman, Mrs., London-street                                               3
+Collins James, Davey-place                                                 1
+Cook Edwd. Thomas, White Lion-street                             1
+Cooper John, London-street                                       1
+Cooper Robert, Gaol-hill                                                   1
+Cooper William, White Lion-street                                2
+Coote Mary, Hay-hill                                             1
+Coote, George Mark, do.                                          1
+Copeman John, Gentleman's-walk                                             6
+
+Copeman John, junr., do.
+
+Copeman Jonathan D., do.
+Corsbie Joseph, Gun House-yard                                   1
+Cousins Thomas, Upper-market
+Cousins James, Exchange-street                                             1
+Crisp John William, Castle Ditches                               1
+Critchfield Samuel, Gentleman's-walk                             5
+Crook John, Chapel-field
+Crosse John Green, Orford-street                                 4
+Cubitt George, Upper-market                                      2
+Cudbard Charles, Theatre-street
+Cudbard John, do.
+Culley Mrs. Crescent-place                                                 1
+Cullyer William, Chapel-field                                              6
+Cundall Benjamin, Gentleman's-walk                               4
+Curtis C. J. M., White Lion-street                               2
+Cushing William, Market-place                                              2
+Cuttriss John, Butchery                                          1
+Copeman Bell, Exchange-street                                    2
+Colman James, Exchange-street
+Colman Jeremiah, do.                                                       1
+Colman Joseph, do.
+Cordran William, Chapel-field-row                                1
+
+Daines Robert, Bethel-street                                     1
+Dallinger Joseph, Davey-place
+Dallinger Joseph, junr., do.
+Dunn William, Market-place                                                 1
+Darell John, White Lion-street                                             1
+Dashwood Miss, Lady's-lane                                       1
+Day, Thos. Starling, Bethel-street                               1
+Taylor F. C., do.                                                1
+Daynes John, Back of the Inns                                              1
+Davy John, Davey-place
+Debney Mrs., Chapel-field-road
+Decaux Mrs., near the Church
+Devear John, Davey-place                                                   2
+
+Phillips Robt., do.
+Diver Owen A., Market-place                                      2
+Dixon John, Bethel-street                                        1
+Dobson Mrs., Lady's-lane
+Doughty Bertha, Chapel-field-road                                1
+Downes Henry, Bethel-street                                      1
+Deane William, Chapel-Field-road
+Dye Anthony, Fishmarket                                                    1
+Dye John, Theatre-street                                         1
+Durrant George, Theatre-street                                   1
+Dawbarn James, Exchange-street
+Dixey John, ditto
+
+East of England Bank, Hay-hill
+Eastaugh Nath. Castle-ditches
+Easto John, Briggs'-street                                                 4
+Eaton Thomas D., Gentleman's-walk                                3
+Egmore Randall, White Lion-street                                          1
+Ellison Thomas, Royal Hotel-street
+Etheridge George, Gentleman'-walk                                          5
+
+Etheridge Wm. E., ditto
+
+Etheridge W. E., Market-place
+English Robt. B., opposite Crescent                              1
+
+Fair Susan, York place                                           1
+Fairweather Mrs., London-street                                  2
+Farrow M. A., Wounded Hart-lane                                  1
+Faulke Mrs., Theatre-street                                      1
+Felstead Emmanuel, Davey place                                   1
+Felstead Eliza, White Lion-street                                1
+Fitch Robert, Market-place                                       4
+Fletcher Josiah, Old Haymarket                                             3
+Folk Robert do.                                                            1
+Fulcher M. A., Castle-street                                     1
+Ford William, Davey-place                                                  2
+Foster Mary, Chapel-field
+Foulsham Ann, Bethel-street                                      1
+Fox Joel, Gentleman's-walk
+Freeman Chas. Robt., Upper-market                                          6
+Freestone Edwd., Little Orford-street
+Frost Robert, Davey-place
+Frost Robert do                                                            2
+Fuller James, Old Haymarket                                                2
+Fussey Richard, Butchery                                                   1
+
+Gallant David, Butchery                                                    1
+Gay Mrs., St. Giles'-street
+Gaze W. Hammond, Bethel-street                                   1
+George R. R., White Lion-street                                            1
+Gibson C. M., Bethel-street                                                2
+Gill John, St. Giles'-street                                     1
+Gilman C. S., Bethel-street                                                1
+Gilman John, Back of Inns                                        1
+Glover Miss, Chapel-field                                                  1
+Gooch Thomas, Dove-street                                                  1
+Goddard Thomas, Market-place
+Gooch Robert, White Lion-street                                  1
+Gooderson John, Halls' End                                                 2
+
+Moll William, do.
+Goodson George, Butchery
+Goodson William, do.
+Grand R., Fishmarket                                                       1
+Grant G. M. London-street                                        3
+Green William, Butchery                                          1
+Grimmer Saml., White Lion-street                                 2
+Grout George, Chapel-field                                                 1
+Staff John R., do.                                                         1
+Davey Sarah, do.                                                           1
+Wilde William, do.
+
+Habberton William, Old Haymarket
+Hallows Joseph, Royal Hotel-street
+Hanworth George, Orford-hill                                               1
+Hardy James, Bethel-street
+Harris N., Back of Inns                                                    1
+Hart Isaac, Market                                                         2
+Harvey Richard, Old Haymarket                                              1
+Harvey Matilda, Upper-market                                               1
+Howard Ann, Bethel-street
+Hayward J. J., White Lion-street                                           1
+Hazlewsod E. W., Weavers-lane
+Hazlewood C. J., do.                                             1
+Hixton J. J., Davey-place                                                  3
+Holl R. D. Gaol-hill                                                       1
+Holl Geo. Norton, Castle-street
+Hopson James, Castle Ditches                                     1
+Hollis Robert, Theatre-street                                    1
+Horne Enoch, Little London street
+Horne Robert, do.                                                1
+Horne Robert, jun.                                               1
+Horne Elizabeth, Bethel-street
+Howlett William, London-street                                             5
+Howlett Robert, Old Haymarket                                    6
+Hunt Jas. Edwd., Gentleman's-walk
+Hartt John, Haymarket                                            6
+Hall William, Gentleman's-walk
+Ladyman J. H., do.                                               4
+Hanworth James, Coburg-street                                              1
+Hall W. E., Orford-hill
+Hurry Thomas, Lady's-lane
+
+Jackson John, Little Orford-street                               1
+Jackson William, Starling-street                                           1
+Jarrold John, London-street                                                6
+
+Jarrold Wm. P., do.
+
+Jarrold Sam., do.
+
+Jarrold Thomas, do.
+Jarvis Mrs., Old Haymarket
+Lister, Son And Co., do.                                                   1
+Jay Charles, Fishmarket
+Jay Charles, Gun House-yard
+Jay Charles, Bethel-street
+Jay Mrs., Fishmarket
+Jay Mrs., Butchery
+Jay Mrs., Fishmarket
+Jay Joshua, Bethel-street                                        1
+Jenner Henry, do.                                                1
+Johnson William, Gentleman's-walk
+Johnson John, do.
+Jones S. A., St. Giles'-street
+Jordan Helen, York-place                                         1
+Jones Mary Ann, Little Orford-street
+Jay George, Chapel-field
+Jay Charles, Bethel-street
+Jennings Thomas, Old Haymarket                                             2
+
+Kemp Henry, Market-place                                         6
+
+Kemp Isaac, do.
+
+Kemp Isaac, Old Post-office-yard
+Kent Alfred, Hall's-end
+Kent Catherine, White Lion-street                                1
+Kerr John, Gun-house yard
+Kerr John, do.
+Kew Misses, White Lion-street                                    1
+
+Lack William, York-place
+Ladbroke Robert, White Lion-street
+Lamb Charles, Upper-market                                       2
+Lamb James, Market place                                                   1
+Lammas John, London-street                                                 3
+
+Lammas A., do.
+Land John (baker), near the Church                                         1
+Land William, do.                                                1
+Larter John, Butchery                                                      1
+Leggatt Sarah, opposite Crescent
+Leatherdale John, Castle Ditches
+Ling Jeremiah, London-street                                     2
+Little Charles, Market-place                                     1
+Little Henry, Dove-street
+Lovewell Isaac, Old Haymarket                                    1
+Lowden James, Market-place                                       3
+
+Lowden John, do.
+Layton Charles, Exchange-street
+Lynn William, do.
+
+Mackley William near the Church                                  1
+Main William, Bethel-street
+Martin Robert, Hay-hill                                          1
+Mussam William, Market                                                     6
+Massingham Robert, Bethel-street
+Master Alfred, Bethel-street                                     1
+Matchett Jonathan, Market-place                                  5
+
+Stevenson Seth William, do.
+
+Matchett William, do.
+Mayes Charles, Little London street                              1
+Mills George, Lady's-lane
+Mingay Mrs., Old Haymarket
+Michel Misses, Market-place                                      3
+Moore John George, Castle-street                                           1
+
+Bayles Henry, do.
+Moore Martha, opposite Crescent                                  1
+More Caroline, Market-place                                                1
+Morgan Richard, Chapel-field
+Morrison P. A., Gaol-hill
+Murrell James, Back of Inns
+Muskett Charles, Old Haymarket                                   5
+Myhill William, Lady's-lane                                                1
+Marston Richard, Market-place
+Money James, Bethel-street
+Martin John, Back of Inns                                                  1
+Monsey Robert, Weavers'-lane                                               1
+
+Nettleship Susan, Lady's-lane
+Neve Thomas, Chapel-field                                        1
+Newman Mrs., Davey-place
+Newbegin James, Market-place                                               1
+Newbegin James, do.                                                        2
+
+Newbegin James, junr.
+Newton James, Fishmarket                                                   1
+Nockolds George, Briggs'-street                                            1
+Norgate Mrs., York-place                                         1
+Norton Mary Ann, Weavers'-lane                                   1
+Noverre Frank, Chapel-field
+Nurse Robert, Old Post-office-yard
+Norman Benjamin, Bethel-street
+Norman Robert, York-place
+
+Oastler Charles, Pudding-lane                                    1
+
+Page S. D., Old Haymarket                                        4
+
+Page S. D. jun., do.
+Page Miss, Bethel-street                                                   1
+Page John Gymers, Orford-street                                  1
+Page Martin F., Orford-hill                                      1
+Palmer James, Coburg street                                      1
+Palmer Jonathan, Market-place                                              1
+Parr James, Butchery                                             1
+Parr Thomas, do.                                                 1
+Payne John, Dove-street                                          1
+Perfect William, Bethel-street                                             1
+Perowne John, Exchange-street                                              1
+Perowne John Smith, do                                                     1
+Piggin John, Gentleman's-walk                                              3
+Pilgrim John, Bethel-street                                      1
+Pinching William, do.
+Plummer James, Lady's-lane                                       1
+Postle William, Chapel-field                                     1
+Potter Thomas, Gentleman's-walk                                            3
+Pratt William, Fishmarket                                                  1
+Press Eliza, Theatre-street                                      2
+Priest George, Brigg's-street                                    2
+Pye William, Upper-market                                        1
+Peirson Edward, opposite Crescent
+
+Randall Matthew, Coburg-street                                   1
+Ransome Mrs., Gentlemen's-walk                                             3
+Rayner Joseph, Butchery                                                    1
+Raynes Mich. Jas., Old Haymarket                                 6
+Read Jane, Lady's-lane
+Reeve James, Old Post-office-street
+Restieaux Joseph, Lady's-lane
+Rice James, Upper Market                                                   1
+Richardson John Jas., Bethel-street                                        1
+Rider Samuel, Market
+Ringer William, Gentlemen's-walk
+Ringer Martin, Butchery                                                    1
+Rivett Francis, Warehouse, Old Post-office-yard                            2
+
+Harmer Thomas
+Rix Isaac, near the Church                                                 1
+Robbins Rev. William, Lady's-lane
+Robinson Robert, Davey-place                                               1
+Roe Wm. Haylett, Old Post-office-yard
+Roe Wm. H., do.
+Rogers Jonathan, Exchange-street                                 1
+Rogers Mrs., Orford-hill                                         1
+Roper Walter, Dove-street                                                  1
+Rose John, Castle-street
+Rossi George, Market                                                       3
+Rowe C. W., London-street
+Rudd Henry, Market
+Rushbrook Christopher, Bethel-street                                       1
+Rust James B., Lady's-lane                                                 1
+
+Sainty John, Bethel-street                                                 1
+Saul William S., do.                                             1
+Saul William, Lady's-lane                                                  1
+Scott Peter Thomas, White Lion street
+Scott Mary, Back of Inns                                         1
+Scotter John, Market-place                                       1
+Seaman Nathaniel, Upper-market                                   1
+Seeley Job, Market-place
+Seeley Job, do.
+Self John, Coburg-street                                                   1
+Shalders John, Bethel-street                                     1
+Sharpe John, Chapel-field-road                                   1
+Sheppard Robert, Upper-market                                    1
+Shibley William, York-place                                      1
+Shimmonds Mrs., Bethel street
+Silvey William, White Lion-street                                1
+Sizeland Adam, Bethel street                                               1
+Smith George, Theatre street
+Smith John, Gentlemen's-walk
+Smith James, do.
+Smith William, Hay-hill                                                    1
+Smith Thomas, Fishmarket                                                   1
+Smith William, Coburg-street                                               1
+Sothern Mrs., Lady's-lane
+Sparkhall Alexander, St. Peter's-steps
+Spratt William, Hay-hill                                         1
+Spratt William, Chapel-field
+Spratt William, do.
+Spratt William, jun., Bethel-street                              1
+Spratt Miss, Bethel-street                                                 1
+Stacey Edward, Orford-hill                                                 1
+Staff Miss, Crescent-place
+Stannard Thomas, Lady's-lane
+Starr Thomas, do.
+Steadman William                                                           1
+Stocks George William, Davey-place                                         1
+Swan Eliza, Wounded Hart-lane                                    1
+
+Taney and French, Fishmarket                                               1
+Tattam Richard, White Lion-street                                1
+Taylor Adam, Orford-hill                                         1
+Taylor Adam, jun., do.                                           1
+Taylor Clement, do.                                              1
+Taylor Charles, Castle-ditches                                             5
+Taylor John Edward, Bethel-street                                1
+Theobald Thomas, London-street                                             2
+Thirkettle Thomas, Market-place                                  2
+Thirkettle Robert, Theatre-plain                                           1
+Thompson Joseph, White Lion-street                                         2
+Thompson Robert, Castle-street                                   3
+
+Thompson Robert, Castle-ditches
+Thompson William, Dove-street                                    1
+Thorndick Henry J., White Lion-street                                      1
+Coman William, do.
+Tillyard Mrs., Butchery
+Tomlinson R. S., Castle street                                   2
+Torris Joseph, Gentlemen's-walk
+Torris Wm. Joseph, Gentlemen's-walk
+Tillyard Joseph, Butchery
+Trombetti William, Weavers'-lane                                           1
+Trowse John, Bethel-street
+Tuxford Frederick, Castle-street                                           1
+Thurston Richard Henry, Upper-market                                       1
+Tillett Jacob Henry, Market-place                                          2
+
+Waterson William, Market-place                                   1
+Weavers Charles, Fishmarket                                                1
+Wilde William, opposite Crescent                                           1
+Wilson Thomas, York-place
+Waite John Newman, St. Giles'-street                                       1
+Ward Randall, Market-place
+Warnes William, Fishmarket                                                 1
+Watson John, Old Haymarket
+Wigham and Son, do.                                                        1
+Watts Thomas, Butchery                                                     1
+Watts William, Market-place                                                2
+Watts George, London-street                                                2
+Weavers William, Fishmarket                                                1
+Weavers William, jun., do.                                                 1
+Webb Thomas, Castle-street
+Websdale John, Old Haymarket
+Wells William, Butchery                                          1
+Whall Thos. E., Bear-yard                                        1
+Wheelhouse Wm., Gentlemen's-walk                                 6
+Wilkin Josiah, opposite Crescent                                           1
+Wilkinson Henry Jos., St. Giles'-street                                    1
+Winter Charles, Upper-market                                               3
+Winter Robert, Coburg-street                                     1
+Womack George, White Lion-Street
+Woods Jas., Chapel-field Assembly-rooms                          1
+Woolsey Samuel, Market-place                                     2
+Wilde (late Roper), opposite Crescent
+Woodhouse G. F., London-street
+
+Yates William, Davey-place
+Young Charles, Theatre-plain
+Younghusband Mrs., Davey-place                                             1
+                                                               267       236
+
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+Produced by Jason Isbell, David E. Brown, Bryan Ness and
+the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at
+https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images
+generously made available by The Internet Archive/American
+Libraries.)
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+
+
+
+
+
+Alan L. Strang
+
+Born August 18th, 1908
+Died January 29th, 1919
+
+[Illustration: Alan L. Strang]
+
+
+
+
+Our Boys
+and
+Other Poems
+
+[Illustration]
+
+by
+ALAN L. STRANG
+
+California's
+BOY POET
+
+Copyrighted, 1919
+
+BY J. L. STRANG
+
+
+
+
+Introduction
+
+
+Alan L. Strang was born in Spokane, Washington, August 18, 1908. Living
+there until he was four years old, he came to California in 1913 with
+his parents, making their home in Redwood City.
+
+He had a gentle, loving disposition, was always frail and delicate and
+possessed a mental development far in advance of his years. He was taken
+to the Great Beyond January 29, 1919.
+
+
+The poems contained in this book were written prior to his tenth
+birthday. Considering the age of the author we feel that the work
+contains real merit, while the sentiment expressed betokens that
+patriotic spirit which never fails or hesitates when our country calls
+for men.
+
+J. L. S.
+
+
+
+
+To the Reader of this Book
+
+
+    This little book's a letter,
+      I send direct to you;
+    I hope that you will like it,
+      And read it thru and thru.
+    And after you have read it,
+      Just send a thot to me;
+    Your thots will help to make me
+      The "Poet" I would be.
+
+             Yours very truly,
+
+                  ALAN L. STRANG,
+
+             Redwood City, California.
+
+
+
+
+Our Boys
+
+     Written after the United States entered the war, fighting on the
+     side of the Entente Allies.
+
+
+    Halt! Attention! Salute the flag,
+      The boys are marching by;
+    They're going forth to win the war
+      For us to do or die.
+    Our country needed fighting men,
+      Her liberty to save;
+    These boys responded to the call,
+      And all they had they gave.
+
+    All loyal hearts are beating fast,
+      And hope our bosoms fill;
+    For liberty shall reign supreme
+      O'er ocean, dale and hill.
+    With no regrets for parted hopes
+      Or futures cast aside,
+    Our soldier boys are marching by;
+      They are our country's pride.
+
+
+
+
+Our Soldier Boy
+
+     Written as a tribute to my brother, W. M. Strang, with the
+     Engineers.
+
+
+    He said, "I'm Daddy's soldier boy,"
+      When he was five years old;
+    And then went out and built snow forts,
+      Although the day was cold.
+
+    The snowballs were his hand grenades,
+      A stick his bayonette;
+    And with a home-made wooden gun
+      The foe he bravely met.
+
+    In five more years he joined the "scouts"
+      And hiked across the hills;
+    He learned to wear a khaki suit,
+      And do military drills.
+
+    And so the years passed swiftly on,
+      And now he is a man;
+    He's in the trenches over there,
+      Fighting for Uncle Sam.
+
+    I know he'll make the Huns regret
+      They started this big fight,
+    For he knows the cause he's fighting for
+      Is liberty and right.
+
+
+
+
+A Small Boy's Desire
+
+     Written for the first thrift stamp drive.
+
+
+    I want to be a soldier
+      And march away to France;
+    I want to find a wicked "Hun,"
+      And shoot him in the pants.
+
+    I want to be a soldier,
+      And wear a khaki suit;
+    I want to have a sword and gun
+      And all the "Boches" shoot.
+
+    I want to be a soldier,
+      And have an aeroplane
+    To drop bombs on the German towns,
+      And fly back home again.
+
+    I want to be a soldier
+      And do my little bit;
+    My country needs brave fighting men,
+      While here at home I sit.
+
+    Some day I'll be a big, big man;
+      I'll go to war and fight
+    The wicked Hun, or any one
+      Who does not do what's right.
+
+    But now the only way for me
+      To help my country win,
+    Is save my coin and buy thrift stamps,
+      So, boys, let's save our tin.
+
+
+
+
+The Storm
+
+
+    The rough old Mr. Storm
+      Is whirling, swirling past
+    He makes the treetops bow their heads
+      And trembles at his blast.
+
+    He never stops to think
+      Of the damage he may do,
+    He's always rushing in and out
+      And hitting, batting you.
+
+    He pushes big, black clouds
+      Against the mountain tops;
+    The rain and hail comes rushing down
+    In large, round crystal drops.
+
+    The storm will soon be over;
+      See the rainbow in the sky.
+    The birds will sing on airy wing,
+      And the bright sun shine on high.
+
+
+
+
+Do Not Worry
+
+
+    Do not worry over trifles, though
+      to you they may seem great,
+    All your fretting will not help you,
+      or your troubles dissipate.
+
+    If your sky is dark and gloomy,
+      and the sun is hid from view,
+    Bravely smile and keep on smiling,
+      And your friends will smile with you.
+
+    Happiness is so contagious, and a
+      smile is never lost;
+    Then why worry over trifles, tho
+      your heart seems tempest tossed.
+
+    Therefore go on life's journey
+      with an optimistic smile,
+    See the world is good to live in,
+      and that living is worth while.
+
+
+
+
+How can we Fool the Rooster?
+
+     Written when the clock was set ahead one hour on April 1, 1918.
+
+
+    Our Rooster wakes at half-past five
+    And crows with all his might,
+    He tries to wake the people up
+    Before the day is light.
+    When Daddy hears the rooster crow
+    He knows he should awake
+    And light the kitchen fire, so Ma
+    Can cook the Johnny cake.
+
+    Now, maybe we can fool my Dad
+    That it's half-past five when it's half-past four,
+    And maybe the system's the best we have had
+    To fool some thousands of people or more;
+    But, how can we fool that rooster?
+
+    I have always thought our rooster had
+    A clock inside of his head,
+    And I don't know how we can fix it so
+    We can set the clock ahead.
+    I asked my Dad, and he said to me,
+    "Why, son, you surely know
+    A rooster's instinct wakens him
+    And tells him when to crow."
+
+    Now the hands of the clock we can turn ahead,
+    We can fool the people and feel content;
+    But the thing that worries me night and day,
+    And on which my entire thought is bent
+    Is, how can we fool that rooster?
+
+
+
+
+A Wreath Of Flowers
+
+     Written for Decoration Day, May 30, 1918.
+
+
+    I wove me a wreath of flowers
+      To place in memories hall,
+    In honor of the brave and fearless men
+      Who had answered our country's call.
+    The men who had answered, and fought, and died
+      For the cause of freedom, our country's pride!
+
+    I wove me a wreath of flowers
+      With many a sigh and tear,
+    As a tribute to all the good and true
+      Who were given few honors here.
+    The man of humble piety
+      Who lived and died in obscurity.
+
+    A wreath of flowers, a little thing
+      For flowers wither and fade;
+    But the fragrance they shed is not soon forgot
+      By me, who the wreath has made.
+    So the virtues of those who have gone before,
+      Will always be treasured in memory's store.
+
+
+
+EPITAPH
+
+    Our loved ones lay them down to sleep
+      And leave us here to grieve and mourn,
+    While we, our silent watches keep,
+      O'er their low graves whence they are bourne.
+    Some heroes are in battle slain,
+      Their names are honored far and near,
+    While others die on beds of pain
+      And no sad mourner sheds a tear.
+
+    This day we honor each and all
+      Whose soul has left its temporal case;
+    And be he great, or be he small,
+      We'll reverence his resting place.
+
+
+
+
+
+Part Second
+
+
+The poems and story of Masata in part second of this book were written
+during the last month of the young Author's life.
+
+He was taken to the Spirit Land, January 29, 1919.
+
+
+
+
+The Lily of the Valley
+
+
+    I've a lily of the Valley
+    That I'm keeping here for you;
+    I care for and protect it,
+    And water it with dew.
+    It is a living emblem
+    Of the wonderful domain,
+    Where all is pure and love-like,
+    And where we feel no pain.
+
+    Yes, the Lily of the Valley
+    Is a tie twixt you and me;
+    For every time you see one
+    Think how happy I must be.
+    I'm an atom of the infinite,
+    How wonderful it seems;
+    Yet from your sphere the finite
+    But a thin veil intervenes.
+
+
+
+
+
+The Roses
+
+
+    I have roses in my garden,
+    And their fragrance fills the air.
+    How I love to watch them blooming;
+    For they all are very fair.
+
+    Some have deep red velvet petals,
+    Some again are snowy white;
+    And the little baby pink ones,
+    Surely give you such delight.
+
+    Pretty birds come to my garden,
+    And sing there the live-long day;
+    Yes the birds and pretty flowers
+    Help and cheer us on our way.
+
+
+
+
+The Seasons
+
+
+SPRING
+
+    Spring time is here with its sunshine and showers,
+    All nature is waking from its long winter sleep.
+    The gardens are blooming with beautiful flowers,
+    The song-birds are carolling melodies sweet.
+
+
+SUMMER
+
+    The summer comes with glaring heat,
+    And we will have vacation;
+    We pack our grips for the seashore trips,
+    Or other recreation.
+
+
+AUTUMN
+
+    The harvest moon is shining bright,
+    The leaves are falling everywhere;
+    How glorious is the autumn night,
+    How cool and bracing is the air.
+
+
+WINTER
+
+    Jack frost is stalking through the land,
+    The ground is covered white, with snow.
+    We like to sit beside the fire
+    And tell the tales of long ago.
+
+
+
+
+Wishes
+
+
+A BIRTHDAY WISH.
+
+    I'm wishing a happy birthday,
+    To you my dear sweet friend;
+    And may every day be a happy day
+    Is the wish I will always send.
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS WISH.
+
+    A Merry Christmas Wish to you,
+    And may your heart be gay;
+    May Santa bring you many things,
+    This Merry Christmas day.
+
+
+A NEW YEAR WISH
+
+    A happy happy, New Year,
+    We all are wishing you;
+    We hope no sorrow you shall know
+    This whole year through.
+
+
+
+
+
+Dreams
+
+
+    Away o'er the hills in the valley green
+    Away from the noise of the busy town;
+    I dream sweet dreams of the olden days
+    Of you in your beautiful wedding gown.
+
+    I dream that you come and sit by me
+    And you hold my hand and ruff my hair;
+    Your eyes shine with a sweet delight
+    That I used to see so often there.
+
+    Then my heart is filled with a hallowed love
+    And I know t'is but a little way
+    To the spirit land, and I know that I
+    Shall meet you there some glad sweet day.
+
+    Then our wedding day in the spirit land
+    Will be filled with love and joy serene;
+    And the infinite hand will guide us where
+    The waters are still and the valleys green.
+
+
+
+
+Masata
+
+
+Masata was an Indian boy, he lived on the banks of the Ohio River in
+Kentucky. During the Revolutionary War in 1771, the Americans were
+taking over the land very fast, and when Masata was ten years old his
+parents moved to the wild regions of the Dakotas, taking Masata with
+them.
+
+Here he enjoyed life although it was much colder than in his native
+Kentucky, and in the Winter months he wore coats of fur made from bear
+skin.
+
+The days soon became filled with interesting things for Masata. One day
+when he was roaming through the wilds, he heard a wild buffalo
+approaching. He seemed almost helpless, as he had nothing but a small
+bow and a few arrows, and the buffalo was only a short distance from
+him. He began to run in what he thought was the direction of his home,
+but instead he was going in the opposite way. In a few minutes he saw
+the smoke of a camp fire and ran toward it. By this time the beast was
+very close to him and he was almost in despair, when the buffalo lurched
+forward, then rolled over dead. Three Indians hunting near by had hit
+him in a vital spot with an arrow.
+
+The Indians belonged to a tribe which was his father's most bitter
+enemy, and they took him before their chief. The chief ordered that he
+be let live for two moons, and he was given a bed of dry twigs to sleep
+on as the night was drawing near.
+
+Time passed quietly for Masata until the approach of the morning of the
+second moon. He had been planning how he would escape from his father's
+enemies. Finally one morning he slipped into a bear skin and hopped
+bravely off toward the woods. The Indians thinking he was a bear, shot
+arrows at him and wounded him in the right arm, but Masata kept
+bravely on and was soon out of range of the arrows. Then he bandaged his
+wounded arm the best he could and set out for his father's wigwam.
+
+He arrived safely the same evening, and his parents were overjoyed to
+see him and know he was safe once more, and the tribe made a great
+feast, or as they call it, Pow Wow, as a welcome to his home coming.
+
+While Masata was still a young "brave" their chief died and after a
+great ceremony, Masata was made Chief of the tribes, and was known as
+great and good ruler.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Our Boys and Other Poems, by Alan L. Strang
+
+
+
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+
+
+Produced by Al Haines
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+CARRY ON!
+
+
+By VIRNA SHEARD
+
+
+
+  PUBLISHED UNDER THE DISTINGUISHED
+  PATRONAGE OF THE IMPERIAL ORDER
+  OF THE DAUGHTERS OF THE
+  EMPIRE IN AID OF THE
+  RED CROSS
+
+
+
+
+TORONTO:
+
+WARWICK BROS. & RUTTER, LIMITED
+
+1917
+
+
+
+
+COPYRIGHT, CANADA, 1917
+
+
+
+
+ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
+
+We acknowledge with thanks the kindness of _The Globe_, Toronto, for
+permission to use Carry On, The Young Knights, The Watcher, October
+Goes, Dreams, The Cry, A War Chant, To One Who Sleeps, The Requiem and
+The Lament, to _Saturday Night_, Toronto, for permission to use Before
+the Dawn, and to _The Canadian Magazine_ for permission to use When
+Jonquils Blow.  The other poems have not hitherto been published.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+  Carry On
+  The Young Knights
+  The Shells
+  The Watcher
+  October Goes
+  Dreams
+  Before the Dawn
+  Crosses
+  The Cry
+  A War Chant
+  When Jonquils Blow
+  To One Who Sleeps
+  The Sea
+  Comrades
+  Requiem
+  Lament
+
+
+
+
+  CARRY ON!
+
+  That all freedom may abide
+    Carry on!
+  For the brave who fought and died,
+    Carry on!
+  England's flag so long adored
+    Is the banner of the Lord--
+  His the cannon--His the sword--
+    Carry on, and on!  Carry on!
+
+  Through the night of death and tears,
+    Carry on!
+  Through the hour that scars and sears,
+    Carry on!
+  Legions in the flame-torn sky,--
+    Armies that go reeling by,--
+  Only once can each man die;
+    Carry on!
+
+  For the things you count the best,
+    Carry on!
+  Take love with you,--leave the rest--
+    Carry on!
+  Though the fight be short or long,
+    Men of ours--O dear and strong--
+  Yours will be the Victor's song,
+    Carry on--and on!  Carry on!
+
+
+
+
+  THE YOUNG KNIGHTS
+
+  Now they remain to us forever young
+    Who with such splendor gave their youth away;
+  Perpetual Spring is their inheritance,
+    Though they have lived in Flanders and in France
+  A round of years, in one remembered day.
+
+  They drained life's goblet as a joyous draught
+    And left within the cup no bitter lees.
+  Sweetly they answered to the King's behest,
+    And gallantly fared forth upon a quest,
+  Beset by foes on land and on the seas.
+
+  So in the ancient world hath bloomed again
+    The rose of old romance--red as of yore;
+  The flower of high emprise hath whitely blown
+    Above the graves of those we call our own,
+  And we will know its fragrance evermore.
+
+  Now if their deeds were written with the stars,
+    In golden letters on the midnight sky
+  They would not care.  They were so young, and dear,
+    They loved the best the things that were most near,
+  And gave no thought to glory far and high.
+
+  They need no shafts of marble pure and cold--
+    No painted windows radiantly bright;
+  Across our hearts their names are carven deep--
+    In waking dreams, and in the dreams of sleep,
+  They bring us still ineffable delight.
+
+  Methinks heaven's gates swing open very wide
+    To welcome in a host so fair and strong;
+  Perchance the unharmed angels as they sing,
+    May envy these the battle-scars they bring,
+  And sigh e'er they take up the triumph song!
+
+
+
+
+  THE SHELLS
+
+  O my brave heart!  O my strong heart!  My sweet heart and gay,
+  The soul of me went with you the hour you marched away,
+  For surely she is soulless, this woman white, and still,
+  Who works with shining metal to make the things that kill.
+
+  I tremble as I touch them,--so strange they are, and bright;
+  Each one will be a comet to break the purple night.
+  Grey Fear will ride before it, and Death will ride behind,
+  The sound of it will deafen,--the light of it will blind!
+
+  And whom it meets in passing, but God alone will know;
+  Each one will blaze a trail in blood--will hew a road of woe;
+  O when the fear is on me, my heart grows faint and cold:--
+  I dare not think of what I do,--of what my fingers hold.
+
+  Then sounds a Voice, "Arise, and make the weapons of the Lord!"
+  "He rides upon the whirlwind!  He hath need of shell and sword!
+  His army is a mighty host--the lovely and the strong,--
+  They follow Him to battle, with trumpet and with Song!"
+
+  O my brave heart!  My strong heart!  My sweet heart and dear,--
+  'Tis not for me to falter,--'Tis not for me to fear--
+  Across the utmost barrier--wherever you may be,--
+  With joy unspent, and deathless, my soul will follow thee.
+
+
+
+
+  THE WATCHER
+
+  Little White Moon--Each night from Heaven you lean
+  To watch the lonely Seas, and all the Earth between;--
+  O little shining Moon!  What have you seen?--
+
+  What have you seen upon the fields of France,
+  Where through the drowsy grain, the gay red poppies dance,
+  Unheeding splintered gun or broken lance?
+
+  Deep in the green-wood, shadow-laced, and still,
+  What is it you have found, by fern-bed and by rill?
+  What by each hollow--and each little hill?--
+
+  When o'er the sky the driven smoke-clouds flee,
+  And through a dusky veil look down fearfully--
+  What do you find adrift upon the sea?
+
+  In the great mountains where the four winds blow,--
+  Where the King's cavalry, and his foot-soldiers go--
+  What have you seen beneath the shifting snow?
+
+  Little white Moon!  So old,--so strangely bright--
+  How could you still shine on, unless you knew some night
+  Here in the world you watch, all would be right!
+
+
+
+
+  OCTOBER GOES
+
+  October goes, and its colors all pass:
+  At dawn there's a silver film on the grass,
+  And the reeds are shining as pipes of glass,
+
+  But yesterweek where the cloud waves rolled
+  Down a wind-swept sky that was grey, and cold,
+  Sailed the hunter's moon,--a galleon of gold!
+
+  And now in the very depth of the night
+  It is just a little flame, blown and white,
+  Or a broken-winged moth on a weary flight.
+
+  But the steadfast trees at the forest rim,
+  And the pines in places scented and dim,
+  Still wait for one hunter, and watch for him.
+
+  And the wind in the branches whispers, "Why?"
+  And the yellow leaves that go rustling by,
+  Say only, "Remember," and sigh,--and sigh.
+
+
+
+
+  DREAMS
+
+  Keep thou thy dreams--though joy should pass thee by;
+    Hold to the rainbow beauty of thy thought;
+  It is for dreams that men will oft-times die,--
+    And count the passing pain of death as nought.
+
+  Keep though thy dreams, though faith should faint and fail,
+    And time should loose thy fingers from the creeds,
+  The vision of the Christ will still avail
+    To lead thee on to truth and tender deeds.
+
+  Keep thou thy dreams all the winter's cold,
+    When weeds are withered, and the garden grey,
+  Dream thou of roses with their hearts of gold,--
+    Beckon to summers that are on their way.
+
+  Keep thou thy dreams--the tissue of all wings
+    Is woven first of them; from dreams are made
+  The precious and imperishable things,
+    Whose loveliness lives on, and does not fade.
+
+  Keep thou thy dreams, intangible and dear
+    As the blue ether of the utmost sky,--
+  A dream may lift thy spirit past all fear,
+    And with the great, may set thy feet on high!
+
+
+
+
+  BEFORE THE DAWN
+
+  In that one darkest hour, before the dawn is here,
+  Each soul of us goes sailing, close to the coast of Fear.
+
+  There in the windless quiet, from out the folded black,
+  The things we have forgotten--or would forget--come back.
+
+  Old sorrows, long abandoned, or kept with lock and key,
+  Steal from their prison places to bear us company.
+
+  All softly come our little sins--our scarlet sins--and gray,
+  To keep with us a vigil till breaking of the day.
+
+  And there are velvet footsteps; or oft we seem to hear
+  Light garments brush against the dark; so near--so very near!
+
+  Then heavily, as weighed by tears, each haunted moment goes,
+  For dawn steps down the morning sky, in robes of gray and rose.
+
+        *      *      *      *      *
+
+  O fairies of the forest-ring, and little men in green,
+  And pixies of the moonlight, and elves no eye hath seen,
+  Brew us a magic potion, of deep and fairy power,
+  A draught of Lethe--for one night--to tide us past that hour.
+
+
+
+
+  CROSSES
+
+  All your broken war-spent heroes,
+  Lord of War and Grief--you pay
+  With a cross of moulded iron,
+  Hard-wrought iron cold and grey.
+  On the Somme you grant five thousand
+  And five thousand at Verdun;
+  At the dawn of day you count them
+  And at setting of the sun.
+  On the trampled fields of Flanders,
+  On the bitter roads of France,
+  Where the big guns chant their war-songs,
+  And the crimson death-lights dance,
+  There you count the iron crosses
+  Of such high and far renown,---
+  Grim and grey the men who win them--
+  Theirs the cross--and yours the crown;--
+
+        *      *      *      *      *
+
+  But the little wooden crosses
+  You have given the peaceful dead,
+  O the little wooden crosses,
+  By each young low-lying head,--
+  Though the tender grasses hide them,
+  Or they fall beneath the snows,
+  Not a cross shall be forgotten,--
+  God Himself has counted those.
+
+
+
+
+  THE CRY
+
+  They have laid him away;
+  Even he who was always so strong and gay
+  Will be locked in the earth till the judgment day;
+  "Dust unto dust" I have heard the priest say.
+
+  He will never return;
+  Though I weep my eyes blind, though I pray and yearn,--
+  Though the star-light goes out and the great suns burn
+  Into whitest ash,--he will never return.
+
+  So of weeping--no more;
+  It is tears fill the oceans from shore to shore;
+  They have made the wind salt--the wind at my door;
+  They harm the good ground--so of weeping--no more.
+
+  "Not again!"  "Not again!"
+  Do you hear the sea singing that one refrain?
+  The pine trees, the wind and the wearysome rain
+  All whisper it; "Never again!"--"Not again!"
+
+  Who can tell me--who knows,
+  Where his lonely soul travels?
+    Whither it goes?--
+  Has he gone like the leaves?--Like yesterday's snows?--
+  Speak, dear Lord of Death!  You who died--and arose!
+
+
+
+
+  A WAR CHANT
+
+  O England!  Thy foe hath hated thee long,
+  And his hate is a deadly thing;
+  It was held in his heart till its growth was strong,
+  Now, words have woven it into a song
+  For little children to sing.
+
+  It is hatred that fashioned his shot and shell,
+  And hatred hid death in the sea;
+  In hatred the cannon have sounded a knell
+  O'er the little homes where the peaceful dwell,
+  And the humble-hearted be.
+
+  Thy foe hath swept the blue from the sky
+  In a fury of smoke and flame;
+  His guns are not stilled where the wounded lie,--
+  He hath shown no pity to those who die
+  For the glory of his name.
+
+  He sealed his hate with the blood of his men--
+  O, the young in their coats of grey!--
+  They are cast aside, and in river, and fen,
+  Deep-hidden, where none will find them again
+  Till the last white judgment day.
+
+  Now mirth is forgotten and joy is dead;
+  The world hath accepted its pain;
+  Still, over old battlefields, newly red,
+  The shattered ranks of his army are led
+  In pomp and a high disdain.
+
+  Thy anger grows slowly, for thou art great,
+  O England! thou well beloved land;
+  When its tide is full-risen, then thou art Fate,--
+  And the angel who stands before the gate,
+  The sword of flame in his hand!
+
+
+
+
+  WHEN JONQUILS BLOW
+
+  When jonquils blow I think of one
+    Who sleeps beneath the green;
+  And all the light and song of life
+    And all the golden sheen
+  Turn cold and still before my eyes,
+    While pearl-edged boughs of May
+  Seen through a sudden mist of tears
+    Are rimmed with ashen-gray.
+
+
+
+
+  TO ONE WHO SLEEPS
+
+  Fare not too far, my own,
+    Down ways all strange and new,
+  For I must find alone,
+    The road that leads to you.
+
+  Enchantments may arise
+    To lure thy little feet,
+  And charm thy wondering eyes;--
+    Yet;--wait for me, my sweet!
+
+  Already Earth doth seem
+    A phantom place to me,
+  And thy far home of dream,
+    Is my reality.
+
+  So this is just "good night";--
+    Some stars will rise and wane,
+  But sure as comes the light,
+    I'll be with thee again!--
+
+
+
+
+  THE SEA
+
+  The sea is just a cradle wide and deep,--
+    A cradle that the moon rocks to and fro;
+  What peace they find who there fall fast asleep,
+    What lovely dreams,--'Tis not for us to know.
+
+  But God hath sent the angel of the sea
+    To sing to them an endless lullaby;
+  And that they may not dread night's mystery,
+    He lights for them the candles of the sky.
+
+  They are infolded by the silken waves,
+    And wrapped in shining blue, and emerald green;
+  They drift through opalescent ocean caves,
+    That only God Himself hath ever seen.
+
+  The great salt wind that no man holds in thrall,
+    Touches them softly, as it passes by;--
+  I think the silver sea gulls know them all,
+    And greet them with their lonely tender cry.
+
+  For but a little little round of years,
+    The sweet sun-sprinkled foam will be their bed,
+  And they will slumber--hushed from any fears--
+    To waken, when the sea gives up her dead.
+
+
+
+
+  COMRADES
+
+  O mighty men of England
+    Who sleep on land and sea,
+  How swiftly you would join our ranks
+    If Death could set you free!
+
+  How gladly would they greet you,
+    The young--the brave--the gay,--
+  If you came from your long-sealed graves,
+    To march with them to-day.
+
+  O you would know each other,--
+    And meet as friend, with friend,--
+  And fight, and smile, and jest at Death,
+    Until the battles end!
+
+
+
+
+  REQUIEM
+
+  Weep for the dead; weep for the swift slain dead,
+  November skies;
+  Too few the tears that day and night are shed
+  From women's eyes.
+
+  Blow o'er them lightly with a soft caress,
+  Wind of the sea,
+  If you are tender they may miss love less--
+  Where e'er they be.
+
+  Come, gentle moon, swing low your lantern light
+  On reddened fields,
+  And find the lonely harvest of the night
+  That battle yields.
+
+  Banish the darkness filled with quivering dread,
+  Lest they should know
+  Some last strange horror--even they--the dead--
+  Sweet moon, swing low.
+
+  Fold them at dawn, dear earth, within your arms
+  So safe and strong:
+  Hold them asleep till they forget alarms,
+  And woe and wrong.
+
+  Master of Kings!  If peace be bought with pain
+  These paid the price;
+  O show Thy tortured world that not in vain
+  Is sacrifice!
+
+
+
+
+  LAMENT
+
+  Here in my garden where the tulips grow
+    I walk alone;
+  Dim are my eyes with tears, my feet are slow
+    My heart is stone;
+  Though all the lovely earth again for me
+    New sweetness yields
+  It matters not,--only the dead I see
+    On battlefields.
+
+  Only the dead I see,--and strangely bright
+    Their faces shine
+  As though the God of Glory in the night
+    Had made them fine.
+  Place for the victors!  Stoop my soul to touch
+    Their tunics hem,--
+  'Tis those they loved who need tears overmuch
+    O weep for them!
+
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+COTTON,
+ITS PROGRESS FROM THE
+FIELD TO THE NEEDLE:
+
+BEING A BRIEF SKETCH OF
+THE CULTURE OF THE PLANT,
+ITS PICKING, CLEANING, PACKING, SHIPMENT,
+AND MANUFACTURE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+NEW YORK:
+PUBLISHED BY ROBERT LOGAN & CO.,
+51 DEY-STREET.
+
+1855.
+
+
+OLIVER & BROTHER, STEAM PRINTERS,
+No. 32 Beckman-Street, New-York.
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+Among the utilitarian gifts of nature and art we know of none in more
+general use, or of greater practical value, than sewing-cotton. The
+taste which turns into graceful shapes the products of the loom, the
+executive skill which converts them into convenient and elegant apparel,
+would be powerless without this simple accessory. It is the food of the
+needle, and might almost be called the thread of life to thousands of
+the gentler sex. Yet as it passes through the delicate fingers of
+mothers, wives, and daughters, ministering to so many wants, and
+creating so many beautiful superfluities, little thought is bestowed
+upon the labor, the care, the dexterity, and the scientific ability
+required in producing the article. The cultivation of the raw material,
+the processes of picking, ginning, packing, shipping, combing, spinning,
+and twisting, are among the most interesting operations in the whole
+range of agriculture and manufactures; and we think the ladies, for
+whose especial convenience such a vast amount of industry, skill, and
+talent is employed, will not be unwilling to trace with us in a familiar
+way the progress of this great domestic staple from the field to the
+needle.
+
+We therefore claim their attention to the following short treatise, from
+which, without being fatigued by dry details, they may derive a
+tolerably accurate idea of what capital, labor, and science have done to
+bring to its present perfection the simple article of sewing-cotton.
+
+
+
+
+CULTIVATION OF THE COTTON PLANT.
+
+
+The cotton-planting season in all the Southern States commences in
+April. The seed is sown in drills, a negro girl following the light
+plough which makes the furrow, and throwing the seed into the shallow
+trench as she moves along. A harrow follows to cover up the deposits,
+and the work of "planting" is completed. About two and a half bushels of
+seed are required for an acre of ground.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+In a week or ten days the cotton is "up," when a small plough is run
+along the drills, throwing the earth _from_ the tender plants. The next
+process is "scraping;" in other words, thinning out and earthing up the
+plants, so as to leave each in the centre of a little hill, some two
+feet distant from its nearest neighbors. The dexterity and accuracy with
+which this feat is accomplished are wonderful; and there are few
+spectacles more animated and picturesque than that of a hundred active
+field-hands flourishing their bright hoes among the young vegetation,
+each striving to outstrip the others in "hoeing out his row." Several
+ploughings and hoeings intervene between the first of May and the last
+of June.
+
+In July the cotton fields burst into bloom, _creaming_ the landscape
+with a sea of blossoms, the flower being very nearly of the same tint as
+the ultimate product in its unbleached state. The new beauty thus
+imparted to the scenery is, however, ephemeral. The blossoms unfold in
+the night, are in their full glory in the morning, and by noon have
+begun to fade. On the following day their cream-color has changed to a
+dull red, and before sunset the petals have fallen, leaving inclosed in
+the calyx the germ or "form" of the filamental fruit.
+
+The cotton plant, in its progress towards maturity, is liable to the
+assaults of as many enemies as the young crocodile on the banks of the
+Nile; but among them all, the "army-worm" is the most destructive. This
+worm is produced from the eggs of a chocolate-colored moth of
+particularly harmless and demure appearance; but its name is legion, its
+ravages terrific. No one who has beheld an invasion of these
+caterpillars can ever forget it. Deep trenches are dug to arrest their
+progress, but these are soon filled up by the accumulating myriads; and
+onward move the living destroyers over the bodies of the buried masses.
+Huge logs are drawn through the trenches by yokes of oxen, and the
+multitudinous swarms crushed to a paste, of which the effluvium taints
+the air for miles; but still the incursion, if checked, is not arrested.
+When the planter sees the army-worm in his fields, he is ready to give
+up his crop in despair.
+
+By the middle of July the "bolls" or "forms" begin to open; and the
+cotton fields, when viewed from a short distance, present the appearance
+of being covered with ridges of white surf. Toward the close of the
+month the _picking_ season commences, and is continued without
+intermission until the Christmas holidays. Each field-hand is supplied
+with a basket and a bag. The basket is placed at the end of the cotton
+row, and the bag, as fast as filled, is emptied into it. It is a
+pleasant sight, on "the old plantation," to see the pickers returning at
+nightfall from their work, with their well-filled baskets picturesquely
+poised upon their woolly heads. Falling into line with the stoutest in
+the van, they move along through the twilight, too tired to talk or
+sing, anxious only to deposit their store in the packing-house, and
+retire to their "quarters" to rest. A first-rate hand will pick from
+three hundred to three hundred and fifty pounds of cotton per day.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The next process is the "ginning," or separation of the cotton from the
+seeds. The invention of the cotton-gin by Eli Whitney, a New England
+youth, in 1793, marked a new epoch in the cotton trade, and at once more
+than quadrupled the value of the article as a national staple. Arkwright
+had already introduced the spinning-frame, and through the genial
+influence of these two great inventions, a pound of cotton, formerly
+spun tediously by hand into a thread of five hundred feet, was
+lengthened into a filament of _one hundred and fifty miles_; and the
+value of our cotton exports was increased in sixty years from fifty
+thousand to one hundred and twelve millions of dollars!
+
+[Illustration: PACKING PRESS.]
+
+After the "ginning" comes the "baling" of the cotton, which ends the
+labor bestowed upon it on the plantation. In this process powerful
+screw-presses are employed. The cotton is inclosed in Kentucky bagging,
+and the contents of each bale are compressed by the screw almost to the
+solidity of stone. The cotton is now ready for market.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Toward the close of the packing season there are jolly times on the
+plantation. Fox-hunting and racing are the order of the day. The
+Southern planter, like the "fine old English gentleman," opens house to
+all, and all goes "merry as a marriage bell." Sambo rubs up his old
+musket, and is out after the ducks, while Dinah's shining face wears an
+extra gloss in anticipation of the holidays. Throughout the holidays
+there is high festival in the negro quarters. "The shovel and the hoe"
+are laid down, and the fiddle is continually going. So ends the cotton
+season.
+
+
+
+
+Shipment on the Mississippi.
+
+
+The cotton, being packed, is to be sent to market. For this purpose it
+is "hauled," generally by oxen, to the nearest landing on the river,
+where the bales are rolled down the banks and stowed on board freight
+boats bound to New Orleans or Mobile. This process is technically called
+"bumping." There are certain plantations famous for the tenacious and
+beautiful quality of their cotton, from which the supplies for DICK &
+SONS' celebrated sewing-cotton mills at Glasgow are principally derived.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Delivery and Re-shipment at New Orleans.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+It would be difficult to describe the scene of bustle and seeming
+confusion presented by the levee at New Orleans when the bulk of the new
+crop begins to come in. The songs and clamor of the negro stevedores, at
+work in the holds and on the decks of the vessels; the sharp
+authoritative expletives of the overseers and masters; the eager
+conversations of the merchants, and the preternatural activity into
+which the occasion seems to have spurred all the energies of Southern
+life, are to Northern ears and eyes at once amusing and confounding. But
+order reigns amidst this seeming chaos. The Mississippi boats are
+rapidly relieved of their bulky cargoes, and the cotton is warehoused or
+re-shipped, as the case may be, with marvellous celerity. Generally the
+shipments for the Clyde Mills, Glasgow, are among the first of the
+season; and the primest article in the market is always selected for
+DICK & SONS by the New Orleans agents of the firm.
+
+[Illustration: DICK & SONS' CLYDE THREAD-MILLS.]
+
+
+
+
+Arrival at Glasgow.
+
+
+The view of the CLYDE THREAD-MILLS, furnished by our engraver from
+accurate drawings taken on the spot, affords a very good idea of the
+extensive manufactory of DICK & SONS, from which this country is now
+supplied with the most perfect, even, and tenacious sewing-cotton made
+in the world. The cotton for the mills, after having been unloaded and
+inspected by the revenue officers, is conveyed at once to the mills,
+where there is an immense amount of warehouse room for the raw material,
+independent of the space devoted to machinery and the storage of the
+manufactured article. Of the latter, however, there is never a large
+accumulation, the active and ever-increasing demand taxing to the utmost
+the facilities of production, great as they are.
+
+
+
+
+The Manufacturing, &c.
+
+
+A full description of the processes of scutching, carding, spinning,
+twisting, bleaching, and spooling, through all of which the cotton
+passes before it is packed for exportation in the form of thread, would
+require more space than we can devote to them in this treatise, and,
+moreover, would be rather dry reading for the ladies, for whose
+information and amusement this little publication is intended. It is
+sufficient to say, that all the latest improvements in machinery, in
+each of the above branches, have been introduced at the Clyde Works; and
+that as regards the perfection of their mechanical facilities, as well
+as in point of capacity, they have no rivals in the United Kingdom.
+
+
+
+
+Manufactured Article in New York.
+
+
+The consignments of DICK & SONS' spool-cotton to this city are on a
+scale of magnitude which those who have never reflected upon the immense
+and universal consumption of the article would scarcely believe. The
+bulk of the importations is received by the Collins' line of steamers,
+and delivered at the Collins' wharf, whence it is conveyed to the New
+York agency of the firm, 51 DEY-STREET. To the trade it is unnecessary
+to say, that DICK & SONS' _six-cord spool-cotton_ is the best in the
+market; and ladies generally are aware that in strength, uniformity of
+thickness, and closeness of fibre, it is superior to any other
+sewing-thread in use.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mr. Dick, senior, has probably had more experience as a manufacturer of
+the article than any other man living. Prior to commencing business on
+his own account he had been for nearly thirty years the manager of a
+factory celebrated for producing a superior description of
+sewing-cotton, also well known in the United States. Hence the cotton of
+DICK & SONS came into the market with a ready-made popularity. The name
+of Mr. DICK was a guarantee of its excellence, and a large demand for
+it spontaneously sprang up in the United States, Canada, the West
+Indies, and the British possessions in India, and throughout the world.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Infinite pains are taken to retain for the article the celebrity it has
+acquired. Every spool is inspected before it leaves the factory at
+Glasgow, so that no defective specimens can possibly reach the hands of
+consumers.
+
+
+
+
+CONCLUSION.
+
+
+The history of the culture of cotton, and of its application to the uses
+of man, forms an almost romantic episode in the annals of agriculture,
+commerce, and manufactures. We have already mentioned the extraordinary
+impetus given to its production, sale, and use by the introduction of
+Whitney's saw-gin, for separating the seeds from the wool, in the years
+1793 and 1794. Since that time the progress of the demand and
+consumption has been no less wonderful.
+
+In 1794 the export rose from 187,000 lbs., the sum total for the
+previous year, to 1,601,760 lbs. The next year it was over 6,000,000
+lbs. In 1800 it had advanced to about 18,000,000 lbs., and in 1810 to
+upwards of 93,000,000 lbs. The last returns before us are for 1852, when
+the export of the short staple variety alone exceeded one thousand one
+hundred millions of pounds! To this aggregate we suppose about one
+hundred millions of pounds may be added for the sea-island and other
+long-fibred cottons.
+
+It may well be doubted whether among all the fabrics into which this
+enormous amount of raw material is converted there is one more valuable
+than sewing-cotton. We think if the question were put to the ladies
+to-morrow, whether the textile fabrics produced from cotton, or cotton
+sewing-thread, were the most indispensable to their comfort and
+convenience, every thimbled hand would be held up in favor of the
+latter. Sewing-silk is too expensive for ordinary exigencies, and linen
+thread cannot be spun of the same smooth and even fibre as cotton
+thread; and besides, being liable to knot and twist, is apt to cut the
+lighter and more fragile products of the loom. Abolish sewing-cotton,
+and you abolish muslin embroidery and innumerable delicate and
+fairy-like embellishments of female loveliness, which taste and fashion
+have endorsed.
+
+Every lady is by habit a connoisseur in the article. She examines the
+spools with a critical eye; she tries the strength of the thread; she
+passes it through her fingers to test its evenness and compactness, and
+when seated at her work, detects in a moment any defects which may have
+been overlooked by the manufacturer.
+
+To this ordeal the six-cord cotton-thread of DICK & SONS is cheerfully
+submitted. It challenges inspection and comparison. There is little
+necessity, however, for an appeal to the ladies in relation to its good
+qualities, for they have them already at their fingers' ends.
+
+
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+
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+    PLISH AND PLUM
+
+    _By the Author of_
+
+    MAX AND MAURICE
+
+
+
+
+    Plish and Plum.
+
+
+    From the German
+
+    OF
+
+    WILHELM BUSCH,
+
+    AUTHOR OF "MAX AND MAURICE."
+
+    BY
+
+    CHARLES T. BROOKS.
+
+    BOSTON:
+    ROBERTS BROTHERS.
+
+    1895.
+
+
+    _Copyright, 1882_,
+    BY ROBERTS BROTHERS.
+
+    UNIVERSITY PRESS:
+    JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE.
+
+
+
+
+PLISH AND PLUM.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+
+    With a pipe between his lips,
+    Two young dogs upon his hips,
+    Jogs along old Caspar Sly;
+    How that man can smoke,--oh, my!
+    But although the pipe-bowl glows
+    Red and hot beneath his nose;
+    Yet his heart is icy-cold;
+    How can earth such wretches hold!
+    "Of what earthly use to me
+    Can such brutes," he mutters, "be?
+    Do they earn their vittles? No!
+    'Tis high time I let 'em go.
+    What you don't want, fling away!
+    Them's my sentiments, I say!"
+    O'er the pond he silent bends,
+    For to drown them he intends.
+    With their legs the quadrupeds
+    Kick and squirm,--can't move their heads
+    And the inner voice speaks out:
+    How 't will end we gravely doubt.
+    _Hubs!_--an airy curve one makes;
+    _Plish!_--a headlong dive he takes.
+    Hubs!--the second follows suit;
+    _Plum!_--the wave engulfs the brute.
+    "That's well ended," Caspar cries,
+    Puffs away and homeward hies.
+    But, as often happens, here too
+    Things don't go as they appear to.
+    Paul and Peter,--so 'twas fated,--
+    Naked in the bushes waited
+    For a swim; and they descry
+    What was done by wicked Sly.
+    And like frogs they dove, _kechunk_,
+    Where the poor young dogs had sunk.
+    Quickly each one with his hand
+    Drags a little dog to land.
+    "Plish, I'll call my dog," cried Paul;
+    "Plum," said Peter, "mine I'll call."
+    Paul and Peter then with pleasure,
+    Tenderly took each his treasure,
+    And, with speed and joy past telling,
+    Steered for the parental dwelling.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+
+    Papa Fittig, calm and cosy,
+    Mamma Fittig, round and rosy,
+    Arm in arm sit peaceful there--
+    Troubled by no speck of care--
+    On the bench before the door;
+    For the summer day is o'er,
+    And the supper hour is near,
+    And the lads will soon be here.
+    Soon they burst upon the view,
+    Plish and Plum are with them too.
+    Fittig thinks a dog a plague:
+    "Nah!" he cries,--"excuse, I beg!"
+    But mamma with soft looks pleaded:
+    "Let them, Fittig!"--and succeeded.
+    Evening milk, fresh and delicious,
+    On the table stood in dishes.
+    Joyfully they haste indoors;
+    Plish and Plum ahead, of course.
+    Mercy! look! right in the sweet
+    Cream each wretch has set his feet;
+    And the noise their lapping makes
+    Shows what comfort each one takes.
+    At the window peeps old Sly,
+    Chuckles loud and says: "My eye!
+    This is very bad, he! he!
+    Very bad, but not for me!!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+
+    When night came, all worn and tired,
+    As if nothing had transpired,
+    Paul and Peter in their chamber
+    Lay there, wrapt in peaceful slumber,
+    A soft snoring through their noses
+    Shows how tranquilly each dozes.
+    But not so with Plish and Plum!
+    They sit ill-at-ease and glum,
+    Not being lodged to suit their mind,
+    To turn in they too inclined.
+    Plish, the dog's old rule to follow,
+    Turns round thrice, his bed to hollow;
+    Plum, however, shows a mind
+    More affectionately inclined.
+    When we dream of perfect rest
+    Comes full many a troublous guest.
+    "March!" With this harsh word the pets.
+    Turn their outward summersets
+    Coolness wakes activity;
+    Time well-filled glides pleasantly.
+    Means of sport are handy too,
+    Here a stocking--there a shoe.
+    These, before the morning glow,
+    Curious changes undergo.
+    When he comes the boys to wake,
+    And beholds the frightful wreck,
+    Pale the father cries: "This will
+    Be a monstrous heavy bill!"
+    Vengeful claws are in the air;
+    Feigning sleep, the rogues lie there;
+    But the mother begs: "I pray,
+    Fittig dear, thy wrath allay!"
+    And her loving words assuage
+    The stern father's boiling rage.
+    Paul and Peter never care
+    How they look or what they wear.
+    Peter two old slippers gets,
+    Paul his infant pantalets.
+    Plish and Plum, in morals blind,
+    To the dog-house are confined.
+    "This is bad!" says Sly, "he! he!
+    Very bad, but not for me!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+
+    Caught at last in wiry house,
+    Sits that most audacious mouse,
+    Who, with many a nightly antic,
+    Drove poor Mamma Fittig frantic,--
+    Rioting, with paws erratic,
+    From the cellar to the attic.
+    This event to Plish and Plum
+    Was a long-sought _gaudium_;
+    For the word was: "Stu-boys! take him!
+    Seize the wicked grinder--shake him!"
+    Soft! a refuge mousey reaches
+    In a leg of Peter's breeches.
+    Through the leg-tube Plish pursues him,
+    Plum makes sure he shall not lose him.
+    Nip! the mousey with his tooth
+    Stings the smeller of the youth.
+    Plish essays to pull him clear;
+    Nip! the plague's on Plish's ear.
+    See! they run heels over head,
+    Into neighbor's garden-bed.
+    _Kritze_-_kratze_! what will be--
+    Come, sweet flower-plot, of thee?
+    At that moment Madam Mieding,
+    With fresh oil, her lamp is feeding;
+    And her heart comes near to breaking,
+    With those pests her garden wrecking.
+    Indignation lends her wings,
+    And the oil-can, too, she brings.
+    Now, with mingling joy and wrath,
+    She gives each a shower-bath--
+    First to Plish and then to Plum,
+    Shower-bath of petroleum!
+    Of the effect that might be wrought,
+    Madam Mieding had not thought.
+    But what presently took place,
+    Right before this lady's face,
+    Made her shut her eyes, so dazed
+    That she smiled like one half crazed,--
+    Drew a heavy sigh, and soon
+    Gasped and sank down in a swoon.
+    Paul and Peter, hard and cool,
+    Heed not much the Golden Rule.
+    Suffering, stretched beside the way
+    Never once disturbs their play.
+    "Bad enough!" says Sly; "he! he!
+    Shocking bad! but not for me!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+
+    Breeches short and long surtout,
+    Crooked nose and cane to suit,
+    Gray of soul and black of eye,
+    Hat slouched back, expression sly--
+    Such is old Sol Shuffleshins;
+    How complacently he grins!
+    Fittig's door he's passing now;
+    Hark! a furious, _row-wow-wow_!
+    Scarcely has the echo gone,
+    When the following scene comes on.
+    Turn and twist him as he will,
+    Plish and Plum stick to him still;
+    Underneath his long surtout
+    Tugs and tears each crazy brute.
+    Shall that happen twice? not quite!
+    Mind shall triumph over might!
+    Presto! What strange dog is there,
+    Hat in mouth? the young ones stare.
+    What queer quadruped can he,
+    Backing toward the doorway, be?
+    Mrs. Fittig hears the clatter,
+    Comes to see what _is_ the matter.
+    Soft as on a mossy bank,
+    In her lap Sol backward sank.
+    Fittig also came in view.
+    "Ow!" cried Sol, "I'm torn in two!
+    Herr von Fittig pays me for 't,
+    Or I'll carry it to court!"
+    He must pay; that makes him pout
+    Worse than having ten teeth out.
+    In despair he casts askance
+    At that youthful pair a glance,--
+    Seeming plainly to confess,
+    "I've no words your shame to express"
+    Little care the hardened creatures
+    For their parent's play of features.
+    "Bad enough!" says Sly, "he! he!
+    Awful bad! but not for me!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+
+    Plish and Plum, their deeds declare,
+    Are a graceless, low-lived pair.
+    Yet they live in close communion;
+    And for that, in my opinion,
+    They deserve some commendation;
+    But will 't be of long duration?
+    "Rogue & Co."--such firm, be sure,
+    Cannot many days endure.
+    In the sunshine, vis-a-vis,
+    Sits a lap-dog, fair to see.
+    To our pair this lovely sight
+    Is a rare and keen delight.
+    Each would gain the foremost place
+    To behold that beauteous face.
+    If the front is gained by Plish,
+    Plum looks glum and dismalish;
+    Then if it is seized by Plum,
+    That makes Plish exceeding glum.
+    Soon low-muttering thunders growl,
+    Paws scratch gravel, eyeballs roll,
+    And the furious fight begins;
+    Plum cuts dirt, his brother wins.
+    Mamma Fittig stands and makes
+    Chicken salad and pancakes,--
+    Those well known and favorite dishes,
+    Every child devoutly wishes.
+    Whirr! right through the window come,
+    Helter-skelter, Plish and Plum.
+    Pot and pan and stove and stew
+    Mingle in one grand ragout.
+    "Wait! you vile Plish!" Peter holloos,
+    And the word instanter follows
+    With a well-aimed blow; but Paul
+    Doesn't relish that at all.
+    "What d' ye mean, to strike my creatur'?"
+    Cries out Paul, and lashes Peter;
+    Who, inflamed with pain and passion,
+    Winds up Paul in curious fashion.
+    Now the battle desperate grows;
+    Each the costly salad throws,
+    In a frenzy, at his brother,
+    And they poultice one another.
+    In comes papa Fittig, hasting
+    To inflict on them a basting.
+    Mamma Fittig, full of kindness,
+    Fearing anger's headlong blindness,
+    Cries, "Best Fittig! pray consider!"
+    But her zeal for once undid her.
+    Her lace cap, so nice and new,
+    Fittig's cane has bored quite through.
+    Laughs the wicked Sly, "He! he!
+    All are done for, now, I see!"
+    He who laughs at others' woes
+    Makes few friends and many foes.
+    Hot and heavy the old chap
+    Finds, I guess, the pancake cap.
+    "Bad," said Sly, "as bad can be,
+    And this once, too, bad for me!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+
+    So now there sit Plish and Plum,
+    Very dull and very glum.
+    Two strong chains, and short, did hem
+    The activity of them.
+    Fittig seriously reflected:
+    "This must somehow be corrected!
+    Virtue needs encouragement;
+    Vice gets on by natural bent."
+    Paul and Peter now began
+    Schooling with Herr Buckleman.
+    At the first day's session he
+    Thus addressed them pleasantly:
+    "Dear lads,--I assure you, I am very
+    Glad you have come to this seminary;
+    And, as I hope, with all your powers
+    Intend to improve these precious hours.
+    And first, the things most important to mention,
+    Reading, writing, and ciphering will claim our attention;
+    For these are the arts by which man rises
+    To honor and wealth, and wins great prizes.
+    But, secondly, what good would all this do,
+    Unless politeness were added thereto?
+    For he who is not polite to all
+    Into trouble will certainly fall.
+    Finally, therefore, bending before you,
+    As you see, I entreat and implore you,
+    If in good faith you have made up your mind
+    To follow the rules I have now defined,
+    Then lift up your hands and look me in the eye,
+    And say, 'Herr Buckleman, we will try!'"
+    Paul and Peter thought: "Old man,
+    D'ye think us greenhorns? Is that your plan?"
+    They give no answer, but inwardly
+    They grin and giggle, and say, "he! he!"
+    Whereat old Master Buckleman
+    Gave a low whistle, and thus began:
+    "Since, then, you've resolved to be
+    Hardened reprobates," said he,
+    "I am resolved, face down, to lay
+    You both across my desk straightway,
+    Applying the stick to your hinder parts
+    In hopes of softening your hard hearts."
+    Drawing out then from beneath
+    His coat, like sabre from its sheath,
+    His good hazel rod, of stuff
+    Flexible and tight and tough,--
+    He with many a sturdy thwack
+    Laid it on each urchin's back.
+    Nay, he trounced two backs in one,
+    Till he deemed the work was done.
+    "Now then," he spoke in a tranquil way,
+    "Beloved children, what do you say?
+    Are you content and are we agreed?"
+    "Yes, yes, Herr Buckleman,--yes, indeed!"
+    Such was the method of Buckleman;
+    We see the good effects of his plan.
+    'Twas the talk of the people, one and all,--
+    "Charming children--Peter and Paul!"
+    And so _they_ tried it on Plish and Plum:
+    They too, also, to school must come.
+    And the Buckleman plan's applied
+    Faithfully to each one's hide.
+    Masters of Arts, they're soon approved,
+    And universally beloved;
+    And, as one might well expect,
+    Art shows practical effect.
+
+
+
+
+CONCLUSION.
+
+
+    One day travelling through the land,
+    With a field-glass in his hand,
+    A well-dressed man of fortune came;
+    Mister Peep, they called his name.
+    "Can't I, as I pass," said he,
+    "View the distant scenery?
+    Beauty reigns elsewhere, I know,
+    Whereas here 'tis but so-so."
+    Here he pitched into the pond,
+    Viewed the mud and naught beyond.
+    "Paul and Peter,--look and see
+    Where the gentleman can be!"
+    So said Fittig, who just then
+    Walked forth with the little men;
+    But fu'l soon it was made plain
+    Where the gentleman had lain,
+    When he, minus hat and glass,
+    Stood all dripping on the grass.
+    "_Allez!_ Plish and Plum, _apport!_"
+    Came the order from the shore.
+    Strictly trained to fetch and carry,--
+    Not a moment did they tarry,--
+    Fetched the lost goods from the deep.
+    "Very well," cried Mister Peep.
+    "Nice dogs, friend, I'll buy the two;
+    How'll a hundred dollars do?"
+    Papa Fittig's head inclined:
+    "The gentleman is very kind."
+    On new legs he seems to stand,
+    Such a pile of cash in hand.
+    "Ah, you darlings, Plish and Plum!
+    We must part--the hour has come--
+    On this very spot, right here,
+    Where we four, this time last year,
+    Were united, by the pond,
+    In a sweet and solemn bond.
+    May your life in peace be led,
+    With beefsteak for daily bread."
+    Now all this was seen by Sly,
+    Just then happening to pass by.
+    "Very pleasant," mutters he,
+    "Yes, no doubt, but not for me."
+    Envy, like a poisoned dart,
+    Stung him to the very heart.
+    All before him misty grows;
+    Legs give way and back he goes,
+    Down into the oozy damp;
+    Quenched forever is life's lamp!
+    Left alone upon the shore,
+    Quickened by his breath no more,
+    Faintly gleams the expiring soul
+    Of the pipe within the bowl;
+    One blue cloud I see ascend,
+    _Futt!_ the tale is at an
+    End.
+
+
+University Press: John Wilson & Son, Cambridge.
+
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+Produced by Michael Gray (Diocese of San Jose)
+
+
+
+
+A Chronological Table of the Catholic Primates of Ireland
+
+With the Years in Which They Succeeded to the Metropolitan Sees of
+Armagh, Dublin, Cashell and Tuam
+
+
+
+ARCHBISHOPS OF ARMAGH.
+
+
+  Names.            Number.   Year of Succession.
+
+  St. Patrick          1             433
+  Bineen               2             465
+  Jarlath              3             465
+  Cormack              4             482
+  Dubtach I.           5             497
+  Ailild I.            6             513
+  Ailild II.           7             526
+  Dubtach II.          8             536
+  David McGuire        9             548
+  Feidlimid           10             551
+  Cairlan             11             578
+  Eochaid             12             588
+  MacLaisir           13             610
+  Thomian             14             623
+  Segene              15             661
+  Flanfebla           16             688
+  Suibhny             17             715
+  Congusa             18             730
+  Cele-Peter          19             750
+  Ferdachry           20             758
+  Foendelach           21             768
+  Dubdalethy          22             778
+  Affiat              23             793
+  Cudiniscus          24             794
+  Conmach             25             798
+  Torlach             26             807
+  Nuad                27             808
+  Flangus             28             812
+  Artrigius           29             823
+  Eugenius            30             833
+  Faranan             31             834
+  Diarmuid            32             848
+  Facthna             33             852
+  Ainmire             34             874
+  Catasach I.         35             875
+  Maelcob             36             883
+  Mael-Brigid         37             885
+  Joseph              38             927
+  Mael Patrick        39             936
+  Catasach II.        40             937
+  Muredach            41             957
+  Dubdalethy II.      42             966
+  Murechan            43             998
+  Maelmury            44             1004
+  Amalgaid            45             1021
+  Dubdalethy III.     46             1050
+  Cumasach            47             1065
+  Maelisa              48             1065
+  Donald              49             1092
+  Celsus              50             1106
+  Maurice             51             1129
+  Malachy             52             1134
+  Gelasius            53             1137
+  Cornelius           54             1174
+  Gilbert             55             1175
+  Maelisa O'Carrol     56             1184
+  Amlave              57             1185
+  Thos. O'Connor      58             1186
+  Eugene              59             1206
+  Luke Nettervill     60             1220
+  Donat Fidobara      61             1227
+  Albert of Cologn    62             1249
+  Reiner              63             1247
+  Abm. O'Connelan     64             1257
+  P. O'Scanlain       65             1262
+  Nicholas M'Melissa  66             1272
+  John Taaf           67             1311
+  Walter de Jorse     68             1306
+  Roland Jorse        69             1306
+  Stephen Segrave     70             1332
+  David Hiraghty      71             1334
+  Richd. Fitzralph    72             1347
+  Milo Sweetman       73             1361
+  John Colton         74             1382
+  Nichs. Fleming      75             1404
+  John Swayne         76             1417
+  John Prene          77             1439
+  John Mey            78             1444
+  John Bole           79             1457
+  John Foxalls        80             1475
+  Ed. Connesburg      81             1477
+  Octav. de Palatio   82             1480
+  John Kite           83             1513
+  Geo. Cromer         84             1522
+  George Dowdall      85             1543
+  Robert Wauchop      86             1552
+  Richard Creagh      87             1585
+  E. M'Gauran, m.     88             1598
+  Peter Lombard       89             1625
+  Hugh M'Cawell       90             1626
+  Pat. Fleming        91             1631
+  Hugh O'Reilly       92
+  Edward O'Reilly     93
+  Oliv. Plunket       94
+  Dom. M'Guire        95             1708
+  Hugh M'Mahon        96             1737
+  Bernard M'Mahon     97
+  Ross M'Mahon        98
+  Nic. O'Reilly       99             1758
+  Anthony Blake      100             1787
+  Richard O'Reilly   101
+  Patrick Curtis     102
+
+
+
+BISHOPS OF DUBLIN.
+
+  Names.            Number.   Year of Succession.
+
+  Livinus              1             633
+  St. Wiro             2             650
+  Disibod              3             675
+  Gualafer             4
+  St. Rumold           5             775
+  Sedulius             6             785
+  Cormac               7             unk
+  Donat                8             1074
+  Patrick              9             1084
+  Dn. O'Haingley      10             1095
+  Sm. O'Haingley      11             1121
+
+
+
+ARCHBISHOPS OF DUBLIN.
+
+  Names.            Number.   Year of Succession.
+
+  Gregory              1             1161
+  Laurence Toole       2             1172
+  John Comyn           3             1182
+  H. de Londres        4             1218
+  Luke                 5             1255
+  Falk. de Saunford    6             1271
+  J. de Derlington     7             1284
+  John de Saundford    8             1294
+  W. de Hotham         9             1297
+  R. de Ferings       10             1306
+  John Leek           11             1313
+  A. de Bicknor       12             1349
+  John de St Paul     13             1362
+  Thomas Minot        14             1375
+  R. de Wikeford      15             1390
+  Richd. Northallis   16             1395
+  Thomas Cranley      17             1397
+  Richd. Talbot       18             1417
+  Nicholas Tregury    19             1449
+  John Walton         20             1473
+  Walter Fitzsimons   21             1484
+  William Rokeby      22             1581
+  Hugh Inge           23             1528
+  John Allen          24             1534
+  Geo. Brown, ap.     25             1554
+  Hugh Carwin, ap     26             1559
+  Mat. of Oviedo      27             1600
+  E. Matthews         28             1611
+  Thos. Fleming       29             1660
+  Pet. Talbot         30             1680
+  Patrick Russel      31             1692
+  Pet. Creagh         32             1700
+  Edwd. Byrne         33             1723
+  Edwd. Murphy        34             1728
+  Luke Fagan          35             1733
+  John Linegar        36             1757
+  Richard Lincoln     37             1763
+  Patrick Fitzsimons  38             1769
+  John Carpenter      39             1786
+  John Th. Troy       40             1787
+  D. Murray           41             1824
+
+
+(1 A.) Saint Patrick, ten years after building the Metropolitan
+church of Armagh, committed it to the care of Bineen, or Benignus,
+his scholar, who resigned it soon after to Iarlath. He, dying in 482,
+was succeeded by Cormack, so that St. Patrick saw three of his
+successors in his see of Armagh, before his death, on the 17th of
+March, 493.
+
+(14 A.) To Thomian, or Tomian, and the other clergy of Ireland, was
+written that epistle from the Roman clergy during the vacancy of the
+Roman see, in 639, concerning the time of observing Easier, of which
+a part is extant in Bede's Ecclesiastical History.
+
+(20 A.) In Artruge, or Artry's primacy, the Ultonian territories were
+much disturbed by the invasions of the Danes. Armagh was for a month
+in their possession, in 830.
+
+(36 A.) Maolbridy, the son of Tornan, or Dornan Comorban to St.
+Patrick and Columbkille, was of the blood royal of Ireland. His
+learning and virtues were so eminent as to obtain for him the
+appellation of the ornament of Europe. In his time, Armagh was thrice
+plundered by the Danes.
+
+(52 A.) St. Malachy, called in Irish Maolmedoc ua Morgair, resigned
+his see to Giolla-Iosa, or servant of Jesus, strangely metamorphosed
+by Latin writers into the seemingly Greek name Gelasius, whereby the
+Irish etymology is almost lost, as is the case with many other names
+too. St. Malachy, after establishing a monastery of regular canons in
+Down, undertook a journey to Rome, but died in the arms of St.
+Bernard, his biographer, in the Abbey of Clairvaux, in France.
+
+(1 D.) Of the bishops of Dublin, no regular succession can be at
+present made out before the time of Donat, the Dane, in 1074.
+Hestaunus, indeed, mentions the few that are above recorded, before
+that time. Notwithstanding the silence of our records, it is very
+probable that St. Patrick, after founding a church there, in 448,
+established a form of ecclesiastical government for it, similar to
+that which he instituted in other parts of the island.
+
+(2 D.) The illustrious and patriotic St. Laurence O'Toole, was the
+son of Martough O'Toole, prince of Imaly, by Inghean ee Bhrian, or
+daughter of the royal house of O'Brien. In 1167, he assisted at a
+convention of the clergy and princes of Leah-Cuin, or north of
+Ireland, at Athboy, wherein many laws for the government of church
+and state were made. St. Laurence animated the inhabitants of Dublin
+to a vigorous defence against the Anglo-Norman invaders, under
+Strongbow, until the city was forced to surrender. He next prevailed
+on Roderic, and the princes of Ireland, to join in a conspiracy
+against the invaders; but after investing Dublin by land and water
+with 30,000 men, and 30 ships, the Irish princes were compelled to
+raise the siege. He, with the rest of the clergy, assisted at a
+national council, held in Cashel, by order of Henry II. "Having, out
+of zeal," says Cambrensis, "for his country's service, fallen under
+Henry the Second's displeasure, Laurence was a long time detained in
+France and England, by that politic prince." In this latter place, at
+Becket's shrine in Canterbury, our patriot was attacked by a villain,
+who, perhaps, wishing, like the murderers of Thomas a Becket, to
+ingratiate himself with Henry, by a similar act of assassination,
+rushed on the archbishop as he was saying mass there, and knocked him
+down with a blow which fractured his skull. He died at Auge, in
+Normandy, in 1180, and was canonized by pope Honorius the III. in
+1225.
+
+(80 A.) Archbishop Dowdall strenuously opposed the innovations of
+Henry VIII. and of his complaisant servant, then the archbishop of
+Dublin, the well known apostate George Brown. Brown was originally an
+Augustinian friar, of London, and provincial of that order in
+England. He was advanced to the see of Dublin, by Henry VIII. in
+1535. He was the first Roman Catholic prelate who embraced the
+reformation in Ireland. Miles M'Grath, archbishop of Cashell,
+Staples, bishop of Meath, Lancaster, bishop of Kildare, Travers,
+bishop of Laughlin, and Coyne, bishop of Limerick, afterwards
+apostatized, and abjured the Catholic religion; Lancaster and Travers
+were, in turn, ejected from their sees, in Queen Mary's reign; as
+they, like the other apostles of the _Reformation_, took wives to
+themselves. Coyne, or Quin, was originally a Dominican friar; M'Grath
+was a Franciscan before his perversion.
+
+(87 A.) Richard Creagh was poisoned in the tower of London in 1585,
+and his successor, Edward M'Gauron, was murdered in his confessional,
+by a soldier, in 1598, as is asserted by David Roth, the learned
+bishop of Ossory, in his "_Processus Martyrialis_." To these
+illustrious martyrs, we may add the (92. A.) fourth in succession
+after M'Gauran; viz. the learned and holy martyr, Oliver Plunket,
+who, in 1679, was taken to Dublin, detained as a close prisoner
+there, and after being transmitted from thence to Newgate in London,
+was ultimately drawn on a sledge to Tyburn, that theatre of Catholic
+martyrdom since the _holy_ Reformation, and hanged, beheaded, and
+quartered, on the 1st of July, 1681, as may be seen more at large, in
+the Tripartite Theology of Richard Archdeakin, an erudite Jesuit of
+Kilkenny, printed at Antwerp, in 1682.
+
+(101 A.) Doctor R. O'Reilly, having completed his studies at Rome,
+returned to his native country, and, in 1780, was consecrated
+coadjutor bishop to Doctor O'Keefe, the predecessor of the present
+learned and pious Doctor Delany, in the diocess of Kildare and
+Leighlin. In 1782, Doctor O'Reilly was made administrator of the
+arch-diocess of Armagh; and on the death of the late Doctor Blake, in
+1787, was promoted to the metropolitan chair of that primatial see.
+
+(40 D.) Doctor J. T. Troy was born in the city of Dublin, and was, at
+an early age, affiliated into the order of St. Dominic, an order
+which has rendered itself eminently illustrious for adorning the
+Christian Church with a brilliant galaxy of popes, prelates, and
+preachers, equally distinguished for their pious zeal in cultivating
+the Lord's vinevards, as for the purity of their principles and
+edifying sanctity of their lives. In order to qualify himself for the
+mission, he went to Rome. There, in the college of SS. PP. Sixtus and
+Clement de Urbe, he spent twenty-one years. That he attained to
+literary pre-eminence in the various departments of his under
+graduate course, is fully evinced by his being twice dignified with
+the honour of filling the rectorial chair of that celebrated
+seminary. From this academic retreat he was at last called forth to
+the active labours of the Irish mission. In 1776, Doctor Troy was
+promoted to the see of Ossory, then vacant by the death of Doctor
+Thomas Burke, also a native of Dublin, a member of the Dominican
+order, and author of the celebrated work called "Hibernia
+Dominicana." Doctor Troy, in 1786, was translated to the archdiocess
+of Leinster, and took possession of the metropolitan and primatial
+chair, in his native city of Dublin, on the 15th February, 1787,
+leaving the vacated see of Ossory to Doctor John Dunne, who, dying in
+1789, was succeeded by Doctor James Lanigan, the present truly
+religious, learned, and laborious bishop of that diocess.
+
+
+
+ARCHBISHOPS OF CASHELL.
+
+  Names.                    Year of Succession.
+
+  Cormac M'Cullinan              908
+  Donat. O'Lonorgan I.           1158
+  Donald O'Hulluchan             1182
+  Maurice ---------              1191
+  Matthew O'Heney                1206
+  Donat. O'Lonorgan II.          1215
+  Donat. O'Lonorgan III.         1223
+  Marian O'Brien                 1238
+  David MacKelly                 1252
+  David MacCarwill               1289
+  Stephen O'Brogan               1302
+  Maur. MacCarwill               1316
+  William Fitzjohn               1326
+  John O'Carroll                 1329
+  Walter le Rede                 1330
+  John O'Gradag                  1345
+  Ralph Kelley                   1361
+  George Roch                    1362
+  Thomas O'Carroll               1373
+  Philip de Torrington           1380
+  Peter Hackett                  1406
+  Richard O'Hedian               1440
+  John Cantwell                  1482
+  David Creagh                   1503
+  Maur Fitzgerald                1523
+  Edmund Butler                  1550
+  Roland Baron                   1561
+  James M'Caghwell               1570
+  Mau. Fitzgibbon, died          1578
+  Derm. O'Hurlay, mart.          1583
+  Thomas Walsh, sat              1649
+  Christ. Butler, Kilcash        1757
+  Jam. Butler, Dunboyne          ----
+  Jam. Butler, Ballyragget       1792
+  Tho. Bray, present Archbishop
+
+
+
+ARCHBISHOPS OF TUAM.
+
+  Names.                    Year of Succession.
+
+  St. Jarlath                    540
+  Edan O'Hoisin                  1085
+  Catholicus O'Dubhai            1201
+  Felix O'Ruadan                 1235
+  Marian O'Laghnan               1249
+  Florence Mac Flin              1250
+  Walter de Salern               1258
+  Thomas O'Conor                 1279
+  Stephen de Fulburn             1288
+  Willm. de Birmingham           1311
+  Malachy Mac Aeda               1348
+  Thomas O'Carroll               1365
+  John O'Grada                   1371
+  Gregory --------               1384
+  Gregory O'Moghan               1386
+  William O'Cormacair            1394
+  Maurice O'Kelley               1407
+  John Tabynghe                  1411
+  Cornelius --------             ----
+  John Batterley                 1436
+  Thomas O'Kelly                 1441
+  John de Burgo                  1450
+  Donat. O'Murry                 1484
+  William Shioy                  1501
+  Philip Pinson                  1505
+  Maurice de Portu               1513
+  Thomas O'Mullaly               1536
+  Christopher Bodekin            1570
+  Nicholas Skerret               1583
+  Flor. Conroy                   1629
+  John Burke                     1649
+  Marc. Skerret, sat in          1756
+  Phil. Philips                  ----
+  Boet. Egan, d.                 1798
+  Edw. Dillon                    1809
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+Produced by Chris Curnow, Jana Srna and the Online
+Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This
+file was produced from images generously made available
+by The Internet Archive)
+
+
+
+
+
+
+  [ Transcriber's Notes:
+
+    Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully
+    as possible, including any inconsistencies in the original.
+
+    Italic text has been marked with _underscores_.
+  ]
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: Oliver Cromwell
+
+  Green Levant--inlays of red and black leather. Decorative tooling in
+  gold.]
+
+
+
+
+  Bib-li-op-e-gis-tic
+
+  (Pertaining to the art of binding books.--Dibdin)
+
+  to which is appended
+  a glossary of some
+  terms used in
+  the craft
+
+  With Illustrations of
+  Bindings Designed and Executed by
+  The Trow Press, New York
+
+
+
+
+Bibliopegistic
+
+
+The craft of the bookbinder is older than that of the printer. Quoting
+from Mr. Brander Matthews:
+
+"Perhaps the first bookbinder was the humble workman who collected the
+baked clay tiles on which the Assyrians wrote their laws; and he was a
+bookbinder also who prepared a protecting cylinder to guard the scrolls
+of papyrus on which Vergil, and Horace, and Martial had written their
+verses."
+
+Modern art in bookbinding began in Italy in the fifteenth century. The
+invention of printing had so multiplied books that the work got out of
+the hands of the monks, and workmen from other trades were pressed into
+service, bringing with them their skill in working leather, as well as
+their tools, and designs which they had previously used to decorate
+their work.
+
+At this time the libraries were shelves, so inclined, as to allow of the
+books lying on their sides, inviting their decoration. At first the
+embellishment was suggested or influenced by the work in the volume, and
+very often there would be found on the cover, repetition of the
+typographic ornaments used by the printer.
+
+  [Illustration: Carols V. Gerichtsordnung (1597)
+
+  Vine colored Levant--inlays of red and green leather. Interlacing
+  bands and decoration tooled in gold.]
+
+But with the associations and influence of the other decorative arts,
+there came the use of interlacing bands, scrolls, and geometric designs,
+followed by copies of patterns and parts of designs from laces,
+embroideries, pottery and ironwork of the times. And with the broadening
+in the ideas of decoration, came the use of inlays of leather of
+harmonizing colors, and even of precious stones.
+
+While the art was developing in Italy, largely under French patronage,
+it was also beginning to flourish in France, where later it reached its
+supremacy. So much so that up to the nineteenth century it was "France
+first and the rest nowhere."
+
+In no work more than in binding have the French shown their fine
+artistic taste, and in the famous collections of the world the choicest
+specimens are by French binders of the sixteenth to the eighteenth
+centuries.
+
+France to-day has many binders of great skill and good taste, but no
+longer holds the supremacy of the earlier days. England has developed
+some craftsmen of great skill and original artistic feeling, even though
+their best efforts are many times but reproductions of older models.
+
+Barely fifty years ago America did not have a binder capable of covering
+a volume to compare with the work of the artisans of France or even
+England. But in that time there have developed shops where work of such
+merit is done that it is now no longer necessary to send one's precious
+tomes abroad to be properly clothed.
+
+The true book lover as well as the collector desires for his treasures a
+suitable binding, and there is to-day an increasing demand for fine
+binding on individual volumes as well as on sets.
+
+This demand is not satisfied with "commercial binding" and is too
+intelligent to accept extravagant work, extravagant in over-decoration
+as well as in price.
+
+The art of bookbinding is now so widely known and the taste and judgment
+of the public so thoroughly educated by the efforts of the Grolier Club
+and similar associations that good work and good material are
+appreciated, genuine and suitable decoration recognized and the best
+results obtained in the combination of an intelligent customer and a
+skilled and artistic workman.
+
+  [Illustration: The Book of the Presidents
+
+  Maroon Levant--"arms" (Tiffany & Co. design) inlaid in colored
+  leather. Plain mitred panels, tooled in gold.]
+
+  [Illustration: The Book of the Presidents--Double
+
+  Levant--national colors. Tooled in gold.]
+
+
+
+
+The Trow Bindery
+
+
+The production of fine bindings is not a new departure with us, but has
+been carried on for many years in what has been aptly described as, a
+"quality" department of a "quantity" business, where fine work can be
+executed at prices that are not prohibitive.
+
+It is under the direction of a skilled craftsman, and the workmen are
+encouraged to excel in careful and conscientious work.
+
+Our endeavor is to produce books which are not surpassed for elegance,
+elasticity, and durability--the three great requisites of a well bound
+book.
+
+With technical knowledge to aid us in the selection of the best
+materials, and excellent tools, we strive for that result which is
+described as "flawless material faultlessly treated."
+
+The decoration, if any, is designed in complete harmony with the text,
+and where warranted, we call to our aid the foremost decorative
+designers and artists of the day.
+
+  [Illustration:
+  No. 1. Vellum
+  No. 2. Linen
+  No. 3. Buckram
+
+  Samples of specially designed "Marbled" cloths
+
+  For sides and linings of half, three-quarter or full leather bindings]
+
+The older models are followed where original designs are not required;
+and where simplicity is desired, we hold to the belief in "the
+undecorated surface of flawless material," bearing in mind the sobriety
+of treatment, but careful execution which distinguishes the best work of
+the past.
+
+                   *       *       *       *       *
+
+As a new departure we are showing the use of specially designed cloths
+for sides and linings, in place of the German marbled papers and French
+"combs," the most of which as Miss Prideaux says "produce the effect of
+violent color thrown on wet blotting paper."
+
+Used as sides on half or three-quarter leather styles, the cloth gives
+greater durability, as the surface does not rub, nor will the edges wear
+off where turned over, as happens with the use of marbled papers.
+
+As linings they obviate the use of the extra cloth joint, which is
+unsightly, but necessary for strength with the use of marbled paper;
+with their use the folded edge is pasted in the joint, allowing the
+cover to be lifted without drawing the end papers away from the book.
+
+Good taste, and harmony of color are assured by their wide variety, and
+in addition some new and novel effects may sometimes be secured.
+
+  [Illustration: The Historic Hudson--Double
+
+  Green Levant. Pictorial inlay and decoration tooled in gold.]
+
+
+
+
+The Scope of our Work
+
+
+We solicit the binding of a single volume, in any manner, whether it be
+in half, three-quarter, or full leather, with simple or elaborate
+treatment.
+
+We will undertake the binding of a complete collection or library and
+will submit quotations where desired, or proceed under an appropriation
+by the customer.
+
+We will carefully attend to special instructions for the extending,
+interleaving or rebinding of extra illustrated work, presentation
+copies, memorial editions, etc.
+
+We also undertake the repairing of any bindings, carefully and
+skillfully mending any torn leaves, and properly guarding any loose
+sheets or inserts.
+
+  [Illustration: Memorial Volume--Double
+
+  Royal Purple Levant. Floral design inlaid and hand colored.]
+
+
+
+
+Glossary of Terms
+
+
+_Azured._ Ornamentation outlined in gold and crossed with horizontal
+lines.
+
+_Bands._ (1) The cord whereon the sheets of a volume are sewn. (2) The
+ridges on the back caused by the bands raising the leather. _Head Band._
+A knitting of silk or thread worked in at the head and foot of the shelf
+back of the book.
+
+_Boards._ A temporary binding with a cover made of boards and paper.
+_Mill Boards._ The boards that are attached to the book, giving
+stiffening to the cover.
+
+_Bosses._ Brass or other metal pieces attached to the covers of a book,
+for ornamentation or protection.
+
+_Burnish._ The gloss produced by the application of the burnisher to the
+edges after coloring, marbling or gilding.
+
+_Collating._ Examining the signatures, after a volume has been folded
+and gathered, to ascertain if they be in correct sequence.
+
+_Dentelle._ A style resembling lace work, finished with very finely cut
+tools.
+
+_Double._ When the inside of the cover is lined with leather, it is
+termed a double.
+
+_End Papers or Lining Papers._ The papers, plain or fancy, placed at
+each end of the volume and pasted down upon the boards.
+
+_Fillet._ A cylindrical tool used in finishing, upon which a line or
+lines are engraved.
+
+_Finishing._ Comprises tooling, lettering, polishing, etc.
+
+_Flexible._ A book sewn on raised bands, with the thread passed entirely
+around each band, allowing the book to open freely.
+
+  [Illustration: A Century of French Romance
+
+  Edition work. French Levant with colored inlays. Decoration "stamped"
+  in gold.]
+
+  [Illustration: A Century of French Romance
+
+  Edition work. Persian Morocco. Semis (powder or diaper design)
+  "stamped" in gold.]
+
+_Fore edge._ The front edge of the leaves.
+
+_Forwarding._ Comprises all the operations between preparing and
+finishing, including the forming and trimming of the books, and the
+covering of the boards.
+
+_Gaufre Edges._ Impressions made with the finisher's tools on the edges
+of the book after gilding.
+
+_Gouge._ A finishing tool forming the segment of a circle.
+
+_Guards._ Strips of paper inserted in the backs of books, upon which
+inserts are mounted, intended to prevent the books being uneven in
+thickness when filled.
+
+_Inlaying._ (1) Extending "extra" illustrations by inserting them in
+leaves to correspond to the size of a book. (2) A style of Mosaic work
+made by the insertion of vari-colored leathers or other material on the
+cover or double.
+
+_Kettle-Stitch._ A catch-stitch formed in sewing at the head and foot.
+
+_Lacing-In._ Lacing the bands on which the book is sewn through holes in
+the boards to attach them.
+
+_Limp._ A cover without boards or other stiff materials, allowing the
+sides to be pliable.
+
+_Marbling._ A method of coloring the edges or end papers in various
+patterns, obtained by floating colors on a gum solution.
+
+_Mitred._ Tooled lines meeting at a right angle without overrunning.
+
+_Morocco._ A fine kind of grained leather prepared from goatskin.
+_Levant Morocco._ The skin of the monarch breed of goat; a large grained
+Morocco.
+
+_Overcasting._ Oversewing the back edges of single leaves of weak
+sections; also called whipstitching or whipping.
+
+_Pointille._ The dotted style of Le Gascon.
+
+_Preparing._ Comprising all the preliminary operations up to
+"forwarding," including folding, gathering, collating, and sewing.
+
+_Register._ When the printing on one side of a leaf falls exactly over
+that on the other it is said to "register."
+
+_Rolls._ Cylindrical ornamental tools used in finishing.
+
+_Sawing-in._ When grooves are made in the back with a saw to receive the
+bands.
+
+_Semis._ A diaper design made up of the repetition of one or more small
+tools.
+
+_Signature._ Each folded sheet or section of a book.
+
+_Squares._ The portion of the covers projecting beyond the edges of the
+book.
+
+_Tall Copy._ So called when the book has not been reduced in size by
+trimming, with the leaves entirely uncut.
+
+_Tooling._ Impressing the design or pattern in gold leaf, with finishing
+tools, by hand. _Blind Tooling._ The impression of finishing tools
+without gold leaf.
+
+  [Illustration: Specimen decorative backs for half or full leather
+  bindings. Edition work or single volumes.]
+
+
+
+
+Interpretation of Styles
+
+
+ALDINE OR ITALIAN
+
+Ornaments of solid face without any shading whatever, such as used by
+Aldus and other early Italian printers. The ornaments are of Arabic
+character. A style appropriate for early printed literature.
+
+
+GROLIER
+
+An interlaced framework of geometrical figures--circles, squares, and
+diamonds--with scrollwork running through it, the ornaments which are of
+Moresque character, generally azured in whole or in part, sometimes in
+outline only. Parts of the design are often studded with gold dots.
+Time, first half of the 16th century.
+
+
+MAIOLI
+
+A style prior to and contemporary with the early (Italian) examples of
+the Grolier. Generally composed of a framework of shields or medallions,
+with a design of scrollwork flowing through it. Portions of the design
+are usually studded with gold dots. Ornaments are of Moresque character.
+
+
+EVE
+
+A framework of various geometrical-shaped compartments linked together
+by interlaced circles; the centers of the compartments are filled with
+small floral ornaments, and the irregular spaces surrounding them, with
+circular scrolls and branches of laurel and palm. An elaborate style
+used at the end of the 16th and beginning of the 17th century.
+
+
+MOSAIC
+
+A design inlaid with different colors. The cover may be of any shade,
+but the style is especially effective when the cover is of white vellum
+in imitation of illuminated manuscripts.
+
+
+LE GASCON
+
+The distinguishing feature of this style is the dotted face of the
+ornaments instead of the continuous or solid line. In vogue the first
+half of the 17th century, immediately succeeding the period of Nicholas
+and Clovis Eve.
+
+
+DEROME
+
+This style has ornaments of a leafy character, with a more solid face,
+though lightly shaded by the graver and is best exemplified in borders.
+The ornaments are often styled Renaissance, being an entire change from
+the Gascon. Time, 18th century.
+
+
+ROGER PAYNE
+
+The ornaments of this style are easily identified, being free and
+flowing in stem and flower; whereas before Payne's time they had been
+stiff and formal. The honeysuckle is a customary ornament. The
+impressions of the tools are usually studded round with gold dots,
+whether used in borders, corners, or center pieces.
+
+
+JANSEN
+
+Without line or ornament either in blank or gold. It permits decoration
+on the inside of the cover, but demands absolute plainness on the
+outside, with the exception of lettering. It is only appropriate for
+crushed levant, being dependent for its beauty on the polished surface
+of the leather. It takes its name from the followers of Jansenius,
+Bishop of Ypres, who were advocates of plainness in worship.
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+  Trow Directory, Printing and Bookbinding Company
+  201-213 East 12th Street
+  New York City
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Produced by Chris Curnow, Rebecca Hoath and the Online
+Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This
+file was produced from images generously made available
+by The Internet Archive)
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+
+
+
+
+                    A
+
+                  SYSTEM
+
+                    OF
+
+             EASY LETTERING.
+
+                    BY
+
+         J. HOWARD CROMWELL, PH.B.,
+
+             Fourth Thousand.
+
+              [Illustration]
+
+  SPON & CHAMBERLAIN, 12 CORTLANDT STREET, NEW YORK.
+                   1897.
+
+
+
+
+             COPYRIGHT, 1887,
+                    BY
+             WM. CHAMBERLAIN.
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+The formality of a preface may seem scarcely necessary for the
+supplementing of a system as simple and comprehensible as the one
+herewith presented.
+
+We have but to divide any surface we may wish to letter into squares (or
+parallelograms as the case may be), in pencil lines; form the required
+letters, in ink or paint, and according to the style chosen; erase the
+pencil lines, and the lettering is complete.
+
+J. H. C.
+
+
+
+[Illustration: 1]
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+_A Practical System of Freehand Lettering for Working Drawings_
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+BY
+
+CHARLES W. REINHARDT,
+
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+
+
+What this work actually intends to show is a "Practical System of
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+End of Project Gutenberg's A System of Easy Lettering, by J. Howard Cromwell
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+Produced by Al Haines.
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+[Illustration: Cover]
+
+
+
+
+                               THE FIRST
+                             TRUE GENTLEMAN
+
+
+                         _A Study in the Human
+                          Nature of Our Lord_
+
+
+
+                          _With a Foreword by_
+                       EDWARD EVERETT HALE, D.D.
+
+
+
+                                 BOSTON
+                         JOHN W. LUCE & COMPANY
+                                  1907
+
+
+
+
+                        _Copyright_, 1907, _by_
+                         JOHN W. LUCE & COMPANY
+                        _Boston, Mass., U.S.A._
+
+
+
+                   _The Plimpton Press Norwood Mass._
+
+
+
+
+                               A FOREWORD
+
+
+The dictionaries and the students of words have a great deal to
+say,--perhaps more than is worth while,--of the origin of the word
+Gentleman,--whether a gentleman in England and a _gentilhomme_ in France
+mean the same thing, and so on.  The really interesting thing is that in
+a republic where a man's a man, the gentleman is not created by
+dictionaries or by laws.  You cannot make him by parchment.
+
+As matter of philology, the original gentleman was _gentilis_. That is,
+he belonged to a _gens_ or clan or family, which was established in
+Roman history. He was somebody.  If he had been nobody he would have had
+no name.  Indeed, it is worth observing that this was the condition
+found among the islanders of the South Sea. Exactly as on a great farm
+the distinguished sheep, when they were sent to a cattle fair might have
+specific names, while for the great flock nobody pretends to name the
+individuals, so certain people, even in feudal times, were _gentilis_,
+or belonged to a _gens_, while the great body of men were dignified by
+no such privilege.
+
+The word gentleman, however, has bravely won for itself, as Christian
+civilisation has gone on, a much nobler meaning.
+
+The reader of this little book will see that the poet Dekker, surrounded
+by the gentlemen of Queen Elizabeth's Court, already comprehended the
+larger sense of this great word.  The writer of this essay, taking the
+familiar language of the Established Church of England, follows out in
+some of the great crises of the Saviour's life some of the noblest
+illustrations of the poet's phrase.
+
+It is well worth remembering that the Received Version of the New
+Testament, which belongs to Dekker's own generation, accepts his noble
+use of language in one of the great central passages.  In the very
+little which we know of the early arrangements of apostleship, we are
+given to understand that the Apostle James lived at Jerusalem, and that
+in what he wrote he addressed the Christians of every race and habit in
+all parts of that world of which Jerusalem is the centre.  The Epistle
+of James may be called the first encyclical addressed to all sorts and
+conditions of men who accepted Jesus of Nazareth as the leader of their
+lives. To this day its practical and straightforward simplicity
+challenges the admiration of all those believers who know that the tree
+is to be judged by its fruits,--that it is not enough to cry "Lord,
+Lord,"--that it is not enough to say, "I believe in this" or "I believe
+in that";--but rather that the follower of Christ must do what He says.
+And how does this gentle apostle of apostles define in word the "wisdom
+which is from above?"  The wisdom from above is first pure, as the
+Master had said, "Blessed are the pure in heart."  Then the Wisdom from
+above is peaceable, as the angels said when He was born.  Then the
+wisdom from above is gentle.  The man who follows Christ is a gentle
+man.  The woman who follows Christ is a gentle woman.
+
+And if anyone eager for accuracy in the use of language choose to hunt
+the Greek word which we find in St. James's Epistle through the
+lexicons, he learns that the gentleman whom St. James knew is he who in
+dealing with others "abates something from his absolute right."  He is
+so large and unselfish that he can grant more than he is compelled to
+grant by rigorous justice.  He is the man who can love his brothers
+better than himself.  These are phrases from the old dictionaries.
+
+"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for
+his friends."
+
+EDWARD E. HALE.
+
+
+
+
+                        The First True Gentleman
+
+
+The Elizabethan poet Dekker said of our Lord that He was "the first true
+gentleman that ever breathed."  The passage is worth quotation:--
+
+    "Patience! why, 'tis the soul of peace,
+    Of all the virtues nearest kin to Heaven.
+    It makes men look like gods, the best of men
+    That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer--
+    A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit,
+    The first true gentleman that ever breathed."
+
+
+All through English literature the word "gentleman" has had two
+meanings, and has been used to describe a man of certain qualities as
+well as a man of a certain birth.  A hundred and fifty years before
+Dekker wrote it was declared that "truth, pity, freedom, and hardiness"
+were the essential qualities of a gentleman.  Our Lord in His human
+nature personified these things.  Every gentleman in Christendom derives
+his ideal from Christ whatever may be his dogmatic creed.  No virtue,
+perhaps, was so characteristic of our Lord as His devotion to truth.  He
+declared before Pilate that it was the end for which He was born. He
+condemned all those who hindered its diffusion and tried to make it the
+monopoly of a caste.  He tabooed all absurd asseverations, the
+occasional use of which was but a confession of habitual lying.  He
+taught that lies were of the Devil, and that it was the Holy Spirit who
+led men into all truth.  He said that sincerity was the great light of
+the Spirit, that all double-minded men were in the dark, and that their
+fear of the light of day was their own sufficient condemnation. The
+ideal gentleman all through the ages has conformed his conduct in the
+matter of truth to the Christian standard. He has avoided mental
+reservation, abhorred lying, and, though he has garnished his speech
+with oaths, his yea has meant yea, and his nay, nay, and he has regarded
+his word as his bond.
+
+Again, courage and pity were combined in the character of Christ as they
+had never been combined before.  Now the combination is common enough.
+We have the seed and can grow the flower; but every man who excels in
+both is in some sense a follower of Christ.  The courage of our Lord,
+though it included physical courage, was not of that calibre which is
+more properly called animal,--animal courage implies a want of
+imagination, and is probably incompatible with pity.  Christ in the
+garden of Gethsemane "tasted death for every man," and held out a hand
+of sympathy to that vast majority who must for ever regard it with
+strong dread.  Yet by His precepts, by His life, and by His death He
+taught men that fear can be mastered, though it is a form of suffering
+seldom altogether spared to the highest type of man.
+
+Apart from their religious significance, the trial and crucifixion of
+Christ form the scene in the world's history of which humanity has most
+reason to be proud.  Christ, in His human nature, was a Galilean
+peasant.  He excused to his face the Roman Governor who stooped to
+threaten a prisoner in Whom he found no fault. Judge and prisoner
+changed places.  The distinctions of the world dissolved before the
+distinctions of God.  At Pilate's bar all gentlemen recognise their
+hero, an example for ever of the powerlessness of circumstances to
+humiliate.
+
+On the Cross not only did our Lord maintain that composure which
+witnesses to the supreme power of the soul, but with still balanced
+judgment He refused to impute sin to the Roman conscripts whose orders
+were to crucify.  He made a last effort to console the grief of His
+mother and His friend, and set Himself to give hope and encouragement to
+the suffering thief who believed he was receiving the due reward of his
+deeds.  A genius however great, a gentleman however perfect, could
+imagine no story of courage more noble or more inspiring than the one
+set down in the Gospels.
+
+A new pity came into the world with Christ.  The lump is not yet
+leavened; even the white race is not yet pitiful. All the same, the
+emotion of pity is a power, and does, broadly speaking, distinguish
+Christendom from the heathen world.  It is part of the ideal of all
+those who are conscious of having an ideal at all.  Gusts of anger, both
+national and individual, sweep it out of sight; it is paralysed by fear,
+rendered blind by use and wont; again and again its scope is narrowed by
+the reaction which follows upon affectations and exaggerations; but it
+is never killed.  It has been part of the moral equipment of a gentleman
+since Christ "went about doing good," revealing to men the secret Nature
+could not teach them--breaking, as it seemed to them, the uniformity of
+her relentlessness--the secret of the divine compassion.
+
+The independence of mind and manner inculcated by our Lord still marks a
+gentleman to-day.  Did He not teach that a man's conduct must at all
+times be ruled by his code and not regulated by his company? He must
+maintain the same attitude towards life whether he find himself among
+just or unjust, friends or enemies.  He must not salute his brethren
+only, nor be only kind to those that love him.  He must remain an honest
+man among thieves, ready to rebuke an offender to his face, but still a
+gentleman, who does not "revile again" or suffer the passion of revenge
+to destroy his judgment.  This moral independence is the rock on which
+character is built. The man whose actions depend upon his environment
+has but a sandy foundation to his moral nature.  Upon this strong rock
+of moral independence rest also the best manners.  Self-assertion and
+self-distrust are singularly allied.  It is the ill-assured who push in
+their ardent desire to be like somebody else.  It is dignity rather than
+humility which is recommended to us in the parable of those who chose
+the chief seats at feasts. It is a common thing to hear it said by
+simple people in praise of some one they regard as pre-eminently a
+gentleman that "he is always the same."  No doubt the publicans and
+sinners whose friendly advances Christ accepted without apparent
+condescension said this of Him. He was so entirely Himself among them
+that the vulgar-minded Pharisees whispered to one another that He must
+be ignorant of the sort of company He was in, or surely He would make
+plain the gulf fixed between Himself and them.  By conventionality our
+Lord seems never to have been bound.  On the other hand, He did not
+wantonly overthrow the conventions of His day.  When a social custom
+struck Him as injurious, He told those who gave in to it that it stood
+in the way of better things, substituting custom for conscience.  On the
+other hand, He fell in with the usual ways of respectable people in a
+great many particulars, praying in a village place of worship beside
+Pharisees who stood up to bless themselves and publicans who dared not
+so much as lift their eyes to heaven, taking part in a service which was
+far enough removed from the sincere, spiritual, and wholly
+unsuperstitious worship to which He looked forward as He talked beside
+the well.
+
+Christ had a horror of tyranny in every form, and He seems to have
+regarded it as a peculiarly heathen vice.  "The kings of the Gentiles
+exercise lordship over them," He said. Some bold translators emphasise
+His meaning by saying "lord it" over them.  Dekker was right.  A true
+gentleman is not harsh, implacable, or capricious.  The breaking of
+other men's wills gives him no pleasure.  Christ's followers, He said,
+must avoid all selfish wish for ascendency.  A ruler, He said, should
+regard himself as the servant of all.  Where ruling is concerned the
+counsels of Christ seem, like all His most characteristic utterances, to
+be calculated rather to inspire aspiration in the minds of good men than
+definitely to regulate their action, for in more than one of the
+parables His words imply that an ambition to rule is a lawful ambition,
+and that increased responsibility may be looked to as a reward.
+
+Theoretically the Christian attitude towards power has always been the
+gentlemanlike attitude.  Hall, the chronicler, writing in 1548, says in
+the "Chronicles of Henry VI.": "In this matter Lord Clyfford was
+accounted a tyrant, and no gentleman."
+
+It is commonly said to-day that Christianity has never been tried.  Such
+a judgment is superficial in the extreme.  The moral teaching of Christ
+has never been entirely carried out by any community nor perhaps by any
+man, but to speak as though it had no great influence is sheer
+affectation.  The white people have wasted, it is true, their time and
+their blood in quarrelling about dogma; but every Christian sect has
+recognised in the divine character of the Nazarene Carpenter who
+suffered upon the Cross the perfectibility of the human race, and in
+their highest moments of aspiration and repentance peoples and rulers
+alike have pleaded His merits before God. Nothing but this recognition
+could have curbed the cruel pride of the ancient world, have undermined
+the barriers of race and caste with a sense of human brotherhood, have
+cast at least a suspicion upon the theory that might is right, and made
+respect for women a necessary part of every good man's creed.  Entirely
+apart from what is usually called religion in England to-day, "truth,
+pity, freedom, and hardiness" are the ideals of the race because
+nineteen hundred years ago Christ was born in the stable of a Jewish
+inn.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+  UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS
+  MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY
+
+
+
+
+  Volume 9, No. 15, pp. 397-404
+  December 19, 1958
+
+
+
+
+  New Subspecies of the Rodent Baiomys
+  From Central America
+
+  BY
+
+  ROBERT L. PACKARD
+
+
+  UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS
+  LAWRENCE
+  1958
+
+
+
+
+  UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS PUBLICATIONS, MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY
+
+  Editors: E. Raymond Hall, Chairman, Henry S. Fitch,
+  Robert W. Wilson
+
+
+  Volume 9, No. 15, pp. 397-404
+  Published December 19, 1958
+
+
+  UNIVERSITY OF KANSAS
+  Lawrence, Kansas
+
+
+  PRINTED IN
+  THE STATE PRINTING PLANT
+  TOPEKA, KANSAS
+  1958
+
+  27-5660
+
+
+
+
+New Subspecies of the Rodent Baiomys From Central America
+
+BY
+
+ROBERT L. PACKARD
+
+
+The southern pygmy mouse, _Baiomys musculus_, is known as far north as
+the Mexican states of Jalisco, Michoacán, south of the Mesa Central,
+east to central Veracruz (see Hooper, 1952a:90), and south to western
+Nicaragua (see Goodwin, 1942:161). Previously, two subspecies have been
+recognized from the southern part of the known range of this species:
+_B. m. nigrescens_, blackish mice from Chiapas, México, and Guatemala,
+and _B. m. grisescens_, grayish-brown mice from Honduras and western
+Nicaragua. Study of recently acquired specimens from Guatemala, El
+Salvador, and Nicaragua reveals two additional subspecies.
+
+For the loan of comparative material, I am grateful to the United States
+National Museum (USNM) and the American Museum of Natural History
+(AMNH). Unless otherwise indicated, specimens are in the University of
+Kansas Museum of Natural History. Measurements are as taken by Hooper
+(1952b:10). Postpalatal length is the distance from the posterior margin
+of the hard palate to the anterior margin of the foramen magnum. Unless
+otherwise noted, statistical significance as used in this paper is at
+the 95 per cent confidence limit or higher.
+
+The two heretofore undescribed subspecies are characterized below and
+may be known as:
+
+
+=_Baiomys musculus handleyi_=, new subspecies
+
+     _Type._--Adult female, USNM No. 275604 (Biological Surveys
+     Collection), skin and skull; from Sacapulas, El Quiché, Guatemala;
+     obtained on April 24, 1947, by Charles O. Handley, Jr., original
+     number 991.
+
+     _Distribution._--Known only from the type locality; probably
+     inhabits parts of the east-west drainage of the Río Negro.
+
+     _Diagnosis._--General ground color of upper parts between Wood
+     Brown and Buffy Brown (all capitalized color terms are those of
+     Ridgway, Color Standards and Color Nomenclature, Washington, D. C.,
+     1912), dorsal parts of fore- and hind-feet, and ankles white; in
+     region of median venter, throat, and chin, hairs white to base; in
+     lateral regions hairs Neutral Gray at base; dorsal hairs below tips
+     Avellaneous, Neutral Gray at base; guard hairs black-tipped; tail
+     white below, brownish above; nasals truncate anteriorly;
+     frontalparietal suture forming an obtuse angle with median-parietal
+     suture; alveolar-length of upper molar tooth-row and tail long.
+
+     _Comparisons._--From _Baiomys musculus nigrescens_ (paratypes, from
+     the Valley of Comitán, Chiapas, México), found to the north, _B. m.
+     handleyi_ differs in: color paler dorsally and ventrally; fore- and
+     hind-feet whitish instead of dusky to sooty; hairs in region of
+     facial vibrissae white instead of brown; tail bicolored instead of
+     unicolored; anterior tips of nasals square, not rounded;
+     frontoparietal suture forming obtuse angle with median parietal
+     suture instead of a right angle; tail and alveolar length of upper
+     molar tooth-row significantly larger (see table 1); zygomatic
+     breadth, breadth of braincase, occipitonasal length, least
+     interorbital constriction, and length of rostrum all averaging
+     larger (see table 2).
+
+     From _Baiomys musculus grisescens_ (paratypes, from Comayabuela,
+     Honduras) to the south, _B. m. handleyi_ differs in: buff-colored
+     hairs in dorsal and ventral region lacking; fore- and hind-feet
+     white, not flesh-colored with gray overtones; tail bicolored, not
+     unicolored; face paler, lacking buff-brown coloration; anterior
+     tips of nasals squared rather than flaring; tail and upper molar
+     tooth-row significantly longer (see Table 1); hind foot, ear from
+     notch, and rostrum longer; braincase averaging broader (see Table
+     2).
+
+_Remarks._--The occurrence of these pale mice in the Río Negro Valley
+was first noted by Goodwin (1934:39, 40) when he referred specimens from
+Sacapulas and Chanquejelve, Guatemala, to _B. m. musculus_. Hooper (_op.
+cit._:92-94) correctly assigned specimens from the southern coast and
+eastern part of Chiapas to _B. m. nigrescens_. The continued assignment
+of specimens from Sacapulas, Guatemala, to the subspecies _musculus_
+produces a hiatus both in the range of _B. m. nigrescens_ and _B. m.
+musculus_. Twenty-four specimens, 14 from 1 mi. S Rabinal, and 10 from
+1/2 mi. N, 1 mi. E Salama, Guatemala, are intergrades between _handleyi_
+and _grisescens_, but show more resemblance to the latter and,
+therefore, are referred to that subspecies. To the north, _handleyi_
+intergrades with _nigrescens_. The specimen from Chanquejelve is an
+intergrade between the two subspecies just mentioned.
+
+Osgood suggested (1909:259) that the degree of relative humidity might
+in some way control color of pelage in this species. Relative humidity
+and its subsequent effect on other related environmental factors indeed
+may account for the superficial resemblance of _B. m. musculus_ to _B.
+m. handleyi_ (although _handleyi_ averages paler throughout than the
+paratypical series of _musculus_). Both subspecies inhabit relatively
+arid country. According to Goodwin (_op. cit._:39 and Plate 5, Fig. 1),
+and Handley (_in verbis_), the Río Negro Valley in the vicinity of
+Sacapulas is extremely hot, dry, and rather isolated. Extremes of
+climate there may exceed those in the arid habitat occupied by _B. m.
+musculus_. The resemblance between these two subspecies may result from
+nearly parallel selective forces that have given rise to two distinct
+subspecies. _B. m. handleyi_ may have developed _in situ_.
+
+     _Specimens examined._--Total 49, from the type locality, including
+     the type (12, USNM; 37, AMNH).
+
+
+=_Baiomys musculus pullus_=, new subspecies
+
+     _Type._--Adult female, skin and skull, University of Kansas Museum
+     of Natural History, No. 71605, from 8 mi. S Condega, Esteli,
+     Nicaragua; obtained on July 15, 1956, by A. A. Alcorn, original No.
+     4218.
+
+     _Distribution._--West-central Nicaragua, from Matagalpa northwest
+     into the valley of the Río Esteli, east as far as Jinotega.
+
+     _Diagnosis._--Dorsum Fuscus-Black (see remarks),
+     individual dorsal hairs being black-tipped with a subterminal
+     Ochraceous-Buff band, Neutral Gray at base; some hairs on dorsum
+     all black to Neutral Gray at base; hair on sides Neutral Gray
+     tinged with blackish; facial region blackish becoming more buffy
+     ventrally; vibrissae black; tail unicolored Chaetura Black; fore-
+     and hind-feet whitish to dusky-white; mid-ventral region of belly
+     white to as far anteriorly as region of throat, hairs being white
+     to base; in region of anus and throat, hairs white-tipped, Neutral
+     Gray at base; tail long; upper molar tooth-row short as in _B. m.
+     nigrescens_; zygoma bowed as in _B. m. grisescens_.
+
+     _Comparisons._--From _B. m. grisescens_ (paratypes from
+     Comayaguela, Honduras), _B. m. pullus_ differs in: dorsal
+     ground-color and tail darker; sides and distal region of belly
+     grayish instead of buffy-brown, thus making white stripe in region
+     of belly distinct; average length of body and tail significantly
+     longer, thus, total length greater; length of hind foot averaging
+     longer (68 per cent confidence limits); alveolar length of upper
+     molar tooth-row significantly shorter; occipitonasal and rostral
+     length averaging longer; zygomatic spread and interorbital region
+     narrower; length of incisive foramina, depth of cranium,
+     postpalatal length, and breadth of braincase all averaging larger
+     (see table 2).
+
+     From _B. m. nigrescens_ (paratypes from Valley of Comitán), _B. m.
+     pullus_ differs in: dorsal ground-color slightly darker; facial
+     region grayish, not sooty; mid-ventral white stripe present on
+     belly and becoming grayish laterally; tail darker and less hairy,
+     average length significantly longer; body, occipitonasal length of
+     skull, incisive foramina, and postpalatal length averaging smaller;
+     hind foot shorter; zygomatic spread, interorbital region and
+     braincase broader (see table of measurements); cranium deeper.
+
+_Remarks._--_B. m. pullus_ is the darkest dorsally of any subspecies of
+this species. Dalquest (1953:156) pointed out that preserved specimens
+of one of the subspecies of the northern pygmy mouse, _Baiomys taylori
+taylori_, tended to fade considerably over a period of four years.
+Post-mortem changes in color also are apparent in the southern species
+_musculus_. For example, the series of specimens from 8 mi. S of
+Condega, and 9 mi. NNW Esteli, Nicaragua, have faded from near Chaetura
+Black to the present Fuscous-Black in a period of two years. The most
+notable change in color came after the first six months of preservation.
+Allowing for this fading, the several color differences between
+_pullus_, _nigrescens_ and _grisescens_ are, nevertheless, distinctive.
+
+TABLE 1.--ANALYSIS OF VARIATION IN ADULTS OF FOUR SUBSPECIES OF BAIOMYS
+MUSCULUS (measurements in millimeters)
+
+===============+========+========+=========+========+==========
+     Number    |        | Length | Length  | Length |  Upper
+   of adults   | Total  | of     |   of    |   of   |  molar
+    averaged   | length | body   |  tail   |  hind  |  length
+               |        |        |         |  foot  |(alveolar)
+---------------+--------+--------+---------+--------+----------
+               | _Baiomys musculus handleyi_
+               | Sacapulas, El Quiché, Guatemala
+               |
+9 Av           | 121.44 |  70.77 |  50.67  |  15.33 |   3.48
+Max            | 128.00 |  77.00 |  54.00  |  16.00 |   3.60
+Min            | 115.00 |  66.00 |  49.00  |  15.00 |   3.40
+2xStand. error |   3.60 |   3.22 |   1.26  |    .44 |    .05
+---------------+--------+--------+---------+--------+----------
+               | _Baiomys musculus pullus_
+               | 8 mi. S Condega, Nicaragua
+               |
+17 Av          | 117.29 |  70.42 |  47.18  |  15.47 |   3.13
+Max            | 121.00 |  74.00 |  50.00  |  17.00 |   3.20
+Min            | 111.00 |  66.00 |  44.00  |  14.00 |   3.00
+2xStand. error |   1.27 |   1.51 |    .75  |    .35 |    .03
+---------------+--------+--------+---------+--------+----------
+               | _Baiomys musculus grisescens_
+               | Comayaguela, Honduras
+               |
+7 Av           | 103.71 |  59.00 |  44.71  |  14.57 |   3.31
+Max            | 118.00 |  68.00 |  50.00  |  15.00 |   3.40
+Min            |  97.00 |  51.00 |  42.00  |  13.00 |   3.20
+2xStand. error |   5.50 |   4.16 |   2.40  |    .78 |    .06
+---------------+--------+--------+---------+--------+----------
+               | _Baiomys musculus nigrescens_
+               | Valley of Comitán
+               |
+11 Av          | 115.00 |  72.09 |  42.91  |  15.31 |   3.15
+Max            | 120.00 |  77.00 |  45.00  |  16.00 |   3.40
+Min            | 108.00 |  69.00 |  39.00  |  14.50 |   2.90
+2xStand. error |   2.12 |   1.59 |    1.0  |   .23  |    .10
+---------------+--------+--------+---------+--------+----------
+
+Geographically, _pullus_ is partly isolated by the Cerros De Villaguaire
+and the Cerros El Zapotillo to the west and the Cerros De
+Azaculapa to the north. Certain individuals of a series of specimens,
+referable to _B. m. nigrescens_, from 1 mi. NW San Salvador
+and 1 mi. S Los Planes, El Salvador, are intermediate in coloration
+between that subspecies and _pullus_. Three of 28 specimens
+from El Salvador possess the mid-ventral white stripe.
+
+TABLE 2.--CRANIAL MEASUREMENTS (in millimeters) OF ADULTS OF FOUR
+SUBSPECIES OF BAIOMYS MUSCULUS
+
+Table headings:
+Col A: Occipitonasal length
+Col B: Zygomatic breadth
+Col C: Postpalatal length
+Col D: Least interorbital breadth
+Col E: Length of incisive foramena
+Col F: Length of rostrum
+Col G: Breadth of braincase
+Col H: Depth of cranium
+
+================+======+======+======+======+======+=====+=====+=====
+                |   A  |   B  |  C   |  D   |  E   |  F  |  G  |  H
+----------------+------+------+------+------+------+-----+-----+-----
+                | _Baiomys musculus handleyi_,
+                | Sacapulas, El Quiché, Guatemala
+Number          |
+ of specimens   |   8  |   8  |   8  |   9  |   9  |  9  |  8  |  8
+Type 275604 ♀   |      |      |      |      |      |     |     |
+ USNM           | 20.0 | 10.4 |  7.3 |  4.0 |  4.5 | 7.3 |  9.7|  7.1
+Average         | 19.6 | 10.5 |  6.9 |  4.0 |  4.2 | 7.2 |  9.8|  7.1
+Maximum         | 20.7 | 11.0 |  7.4 |  4.0 |  4.5 | 7.7 | 10.2|  7.2
+Minimum         | 18.8 | 10.2 |  6.4 |  3.9 |  4.0 | 7.0 |  9.7|  6.8
+                |      |      |      |      |      |     |     |
+----------------+------+------+------+------+------+-----+-----+-----
+                | _Baiomys musculus pullus_,
+                | 8 mi. S Condega, Esteli, Nicaragua
+                |
+Number          |      |      |      |      |      |     |     |
+of specimens    | 17   | 17   |  15  |  17  |  17  | 17  | 17  | 17
+Type 71605 ♀ KU | 19.2 | 10.2 |  6.8 |  3.8 |  4.3 | 6.8 |  9.5|  7.0
+Average         | 19.3 | 10.2 |  7.0 |  3.9 |  4.3 | 7.0 |  9.6|  7.0
+Maximum         | 19.8 | 10.6 |  7.3 |  4.1 |  4.6 | 7.4 | 10.0|  7.3
+Minimum         | 18.9 |  9.7 |  6.8 |  3.8 |  4.0 | 6.5 |  9.3|  6.8
+----------------+------+------+------+------+------+-----+-----+-----
+                | _Baiomys musculus grisescens_,
+                | Comayaguela, Guatemala
+                |
+Number          |
+ of specimens   |  6   |  7   |  7   |  7   |  7   | 6   | 7   | 7
+Average         | 19.7 | 10.5 |  6.9 |  3.9 |  4.1 | 7.1 | 9.6 | 6.9
+Maximum         | 20.3 | 10.9 |  7.2 |  4.1 |  4.4 | 7.3 | 9.9 | 7.1
+Minimum         | 19.2 | 10.2 |  6.7 |  3.7 |  3.9 | 6.8 | 9.3 | 6.8
+----------------+------+------+------+------+------+-----+-----+-----
+                | _Baiomys musculus nigrescens_,
+                | Valley of Comitán, Chiapas, México
+                |
+Number          |
+ of specimens   |  14  |  14  |  13  |  14  |  14  | 14  | 14  | 14
+Average         | 19.5 | 10.1 |  7.1 |  3.8 |  4.4 | 6.9 | 9.3 | 6.9
+Maximum         | 20.3 | 11.1 |  7.4 |  4.0 |  4.6 | 7.4 | 9.6 | 7.3
+Minimum         | 19.1 |  9.8 |  6.7 |  3.6 |  4.2 | 6.6 | 9.0 | 6.7
+----------------+------+------+------+------+------+-----+-----+-----
+
+Albert Alcorn wrote in his itinerary that some of the type series
+were taken shortly after lunch (I assume this would mean near
+noon) near a small creek, and that the specimens from 9 mi. NNW
+Esteli were trapped in wood piles and rock piles about dusk.
+
+_Specimens examined._--Total (all from Nicaragua) 36 as follows: Esteli:
+type locality, 22 (including the type); 8 mi. NNW Esteli, 3; 9 mi. NNW
+Esteli, 8. Jinotega: 1 mi. NW Jinotega, 1; San Rafael Del Norte, 1 AMNH.
+Matagalpa: Matagalpa, 1 AMNH.
+
+
+
+
+LITERATURE CITED
+
+
+DALQUEST, W. W.
+
+1953. Mammals of the Mexican state of San Luis Potosí. Louisiana State
+Univ. Studies, Biol. Sci. Ser. No. 1:1-229, 1 fig., December 28.
+
+GOODWIN, G. G.
+
+1934. Mammals collected by A. W. Anthony in Guatemala, 1924-1928.
+Bull. Amer. Mus. Nat. Hist., 68:1-60, 5 pls., December 12.
+
+HOOPER, E. T.
+
+1952a. Notes on the pygmy mouse (Baiomys), with description of a new
+subspecies from Mexico. Jour. Mamm., 33:90-97, February 18.
+
+1952b. A systematic review of the harvest mice (Genus Reithrodontomys)
+of Latin America. Misc. Publ., Mus. Zool., Univ. Mich., 77:1-255,
+9 pls., January 16.
+
+OSGOOD, W. T.
+
+1909. Revision of the mice of the American Genus Peromyscus. N. Amer.
+Fauna, 28:1-285, 8 pls., 12 figs., April 17.
+
+_Transmitted August 25, 1958._
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Transcriber's Note
+  Variations of spelling as presented in the paper have been retained
+
+  fuscus; fuscous
+  foramen; foramena
+  comayabuela; comayaguela
+
+  Bold text is represented like =this=
+  Italic text is represented like _this_
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+                                  THE
+                          _Breaking Crucible;_
+
+
+                               AND OTHER
+                     TRANSLATIONS OF GERMAN HYMNS.
+
+
+                                   BY
+                        JAMES W. ALEXANDER, D.D.
+
+
+                               NEW-YORK:
+                        RANDOLPH, 683 BROADWAY.
+                               MDCCCLXI.
+
+
+
+
+                        _The Breaking Crucible;_
+
+
+                               AND OTHER
+                     TRANSLATIONS OF GERMAN HYMNS.
+
+
+
+
+                  “Endlich bricht der heisse Tiegel.”
+
+
+                            BY F. HARTMANN.
+
+
+  1 Now the crucible is breaking;
+  Now my faith its seal is taking;
+    Molten gold, unhurt by fire,
+  Only thus, ’tis ever given,
+  Up to joys of highest heaven,
+    For God’s children to aspire.
+
+  2 Thus by griefs the Lord is moulding
+  Mind and spirit, here unfolding
+    His own image, to endure.
+  Now he shapes our dust, but later
+  Is the inner man’s creator;
+    Thus he works by trial sure.
+
+  3 Sorrows quell our insurrection,
+  Bring our members to subjection,
+    Under Christ’s prevailing will;
+  While the broken powers he raises
+  To the work of holy praises
+    Quietly and softly still.
+
+  4 Sorrows gather home the senses,
+  Lest, seduced by earth’s pretenses,
+    They should after idols stroll,
+  Like an angel-guard, repelling
+  Evil from the inmost dwelling,
+    Bringing order to the soul.
+
+  5 Sorrow now the harp is stringing
+  For the everlasting singing,
+    Teaching us to soar above;
+  Where the blessed choir, palm-bearing,
+  Harps are playing, crowns are wearing,
+    Round the throne with songs of love.
+
+  6 Sorrow makes alert and daring;
+  Sorrow is our clay preparing
+    For the cold rest of the grave;
+  Sorrow is a herald, hasting,
+  Of that springtide whose unwasting
+    Health the dying soul shall save.
+
+  7 Sorrow makes our faith abiding,
+  Lowly, childlike, and confiding;
+    Sorrow! who can speak thy grace?
+  Earth may name the tribulation,
+  Heaven has nobler appellation;
+    Not thus honored all our race.
+
+  8 Brethren these our perturbations,
+  Step by step, through many stations,
+    Lead disciples to their sun.
+  Soon, though many a pang has wasted,
+  Soon, though many a death been tasted,
+    Sorrow’s watch of sighs is done.
+
+  9 Though the healthful powers were willing,
+  All the Master’s will fulfilling
+    By obedience to be tried,
+  Oh! ’tis still no less a blessing,
+  Such a Master’s care possessing,
+    In his furnace to abide.
+
+  10 In the depth of keenest anguish,
+  More and more the heart shall languish
+    After Jesus’ loving heart,
+  For one blessing only crying:
+  “Make me like thee in thy dying,
+    Then thy endless life impart.”
+
+  11 Till at length, with sighs all breaking,
+  Through each bond its passage taking,
+    Lo! the vail is rent in twain!
+  Who remembers now earth’s treasure?
+  What a sea of godlike pleasure
+    High in heaven swells amain!
+
+  12 Now, with Jesus ever reigning,
+  Where the ransomed home are gaining,
+    Bathing in the endless light.
+  All the heavenly ones are meeting!
+  Brothers, sisters—let us, greeting,
+    Claim them ours, by kindred right.
+
+  13 Jesus! toward that height of heaven
+  May a prospect clear be given,
+    Till the parting hour shall come.
+  Then, from pangs emerging brightly,
+  May we all be wafted lightly
+    By angelic convoy home!
+
+
+
+
+                    “O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden.”
+
+
+                    A Passion Hymn by Paul Gerhardt.
+
+
+  1 O sacred head! now wounded,
+    With grief and shame weighed down,
+  Now scornfully surrounded
+    With thorns, thy only crown;
+  O sacred Head! what glory,
+    What bliss, till now was thine!
+  Yet, though despised and gory,
+    I joy to call thee mine.
+
+  2 O noblest brow, and dearest!
+    In other days the world
+  All feared, when thou appeared’st,
+    What shame on thee is hurled!
+  How art thou pale with anguish,
+    With sore abuse and scorn;
+  How does that visage languish,
+    Which once was bright as morn.
+
+  3 The blushes late residing
+    Upon that holy cheek,
+  The roses once abiding
+    Upon those lips so meek,
+  Alas! they have departed;
+    Wan Death has rifled all!
+  For weak and broken-hearted,
+    I see thy body fall.
+
+  4 What thou, my Lord, hast suffered,
+    Was all for sinners’ gain:
+  Mine, mine was the transgression,
+    But thine the deadly pain.
+  Lo! here I fall, my Saviour,
+    ’Tis I deserve thy place;
+  Look on me with thy favor,
+    Vouchsafe to me thy grace.
+
+  5 Receive me, my Redeemer,
+    My Shepherd, make me thine;
+  Of every good the fountain,
+    Thou art the spring of mine.
+  Thy lips with love distilling,
+    And milk of truth sincere,
+  With heaven’s bliss are filling
+    The soul that trembles here.
+
+  6 Beside thee, Lord, I’ve taken
+    My place—forbid me not!
+  Hence will I ne’er be shaken,
+    Though thou to death be brought.
+  If pain’s last paleness hold thee,
+    In agony opprest,
+  Then, then will I enfold thee
+    Within this arm and breast!
+
+  7 The joy can ne’er be spoken,
+    Above all joys beside.
+  When in thy body broken
+    I thus with safety hide.
+  My Lord of life, desiring
+    Thy glory now to see.
+  Beside the cross expiring,
+    I’d breathe my soul to thee.
+
+  8 What language shall I borrow
+    To thank thee, dearest Friend,
+  For this, thy dying sorrow,
+    Thy pity without end?
+  Oh! make me thine forever,
+    And should I fainting be,
+  Lord let me never, never
+    Outlive my love to thee.
+
+  9 And when I am departing,
+    Oh! part not thou from me;
+  When mortal pangs are darting,
+    Come, Lord, and set me free;
+  And when my heart must languish
+    Amidst the final throe,
+  Release me from mine anguish
+    By thine own pain and wo!
+
+  10 Be near me when I am dying,
+    Oh! show thy cross to me;
+  And for my succor flying,
+    Come, Lord, and set me free!
+  These eyes new faith receiving.
+    From Jesus shall not move,
+  For he who dies believing,
+    Dies safely through thy love.
+
+
+
+
+                     “Wie soll ich Dich epfangen.”
+
+
+                    An Advent Hymn by Paul Gerhardt.
+
+
+  1 Lord, how shall I be meeting,
+    And how shall I embrace
+  Thee, earth’s desire, when greeting
+    My soul’s adorning grace!
+  O Jesus, Jesus holding
+    Thyself the flame in sight,
+  Show how, thy beam beholding,
+    I may, my Lord, delight.
+
+  2 Fresh palms thy Zion streweth,
+    And branches ever green,
+  And psalms my voice reneweth,
+    To raise my joy serene.
+  Such budding tribute paying,
+    My heart shall hymn thy praise,
+  Thy holy name obeying
+    With chiefest of my lays.
+
+  3 What hast thou left ungranted,
+    To give me glad relief?
+  When soul and body panted
+    In utmost depth of grief,
+  In hour of degradation,
+    Thy peace and pity smiled,
+  Then thou, my soul’s salvation,
+    Didst happy make thy child.
+
+  4 I lay in slavish mourning,
+    Thou cam’st to set me free;
+  I sank in shame and scorning,
+    Thou cam’st to comfort me.
+  Thou raised’st me to glory,
+    Bestowing highest good,
+  Not frail and transitory,
+    Like wealth on earth pursued.
+
+  5 Naught, naught did send thee speeding
+    From mansions of the skies,
+  But love all love exceeding,
+    Love able to comprise
+  A world in pangs despairing,
+    Weighed down with thousand woes
+  That tongue would fail declaring,
+    But love doth last inclose.
+
+  6 Grave on your heart this writing,
+    O band of mourners poor!
+  With pains and sorrows fighting,
+    That throng you more and more;
+  Dismiss the fear that sickens,
+    For lo! beside you see
+  Him who your heart now quickens
+    And comforts; here is he.
+
+  7 Why should you be detained
+    In trouble day and night,
+  As though he must be gained
+    By arm of human might?
+  He comes, he comes all willing,
+    All full of grace and love.
+  Those woes and troubles stilling,
+    Well known to him above.
+
+  8 Nor need ye tremble over
+    The guilt that gives distress.
+  No! Jesus all will cover
+    With grace and righteousness:
+  He comes, he comes, procuring
+    The peace of sin forgiven,
+  To all God’s sons securing
+    Their part and lot in heaven.
+
+  9 Why heed ye then the crying
+    Of crafty foemen nigh?
+  Your Lord shall send them flying
+    In twinkling of an eye.
+  He comes, he comes, forever
+    A King, and earth’s fell band
+  Shall prove in the endeavor
+    Too feeble to withstand.
+
+  10 He comes to judge the nations,
+    “Wroth if they wrathful prove,
+  With sweet illuminations
+    To those who seek and love.
+  Come, come, O Sun eternal,
+    And all our souls convey
+  To endless bliss supernal,
+    In yonder court of day.
+
+
+
+
+                 “Geh aus, mein Herz, und suche Freud.”
+
+
+                    A Summer Hymn by Paul Gerhardt.
+
+
+  1 Go forth, my heart, and seek for praise
+  On these delightsome summer days,
+    In what thy God bestows.
+  How rich the garden’s beauties be,
+  How lavishly for me and thee
+    It doth its charms disclose.
+
+  2 The forest stands in leafy pride,
+  The earth is veiled on every side
+    With garb of freshest green!
+  The tulip and narcissus here
+  More wondrous in their pomp appear
+    Than Solomon was seen.
+
+  3 The lark floats high before the breeze,
+  The dove toward the forest-trees
+    From covert speeds along;
+  The song-enriched nightingale,
+  In ecstasy, fills hill and dale
+    And mount and plain with song.
+
+  4 The hen her tiny flock enfolds;
+  The stork his dwelling builds and holds;
+    The swallow feeds her brood;
+  The lightsome stag, the bounding roe,
+  Skipping from upland refuge go
+    To depths of grassy food.
+
+  5 The brawling brook adown the plain
+  Lines its fair margin fresh again
+    With myrtle-shadows deep.
+  The meadows green relieve the eye
+  And echo with the gladsome cry
+    Of shepherds and their sheep.
+
+  6 The never-weary tribe of bees,
+  Now here, now there in blossoming trees,
+    Find booty far and near;
+  The sturdy juices of the vine,
+  For sweetness and for strength combine,
+    The pilgrim’s toil to cheer.
+
+  7 The wheat lifts rank its ears of gold
+  To fill with joy both young and old,
+    Who learn the name to praise
+  Of Him who doth incessant pour
+  From heavenly love a matchless store
+    Upon our sinful race.
+
+  8 And shall I, can I dumb remain?
+  No, every power shall sing again
+    To God, who loves us best.
+  Come, let me sing; all nature sings,
+  And all within me tribute brings,
+    Streaming from out my breast.
+
+  9 Methinks, if here thou art so fair,
+  And sufferest a love so rare
+    To poor earth’s sons be given,
+  What gladness shall hereafter rise
+  In rich pavilion of the skies,
+    And golden tower of heaven!
+
+  10 What lofty pleasure, glory bright,
+  In Jesus’ garden shall delight!
+    How shall the chorus ring,
+  When thousand thousand seraphim
+  With one consenting voice and hymn
+    Their Alleluia sing!
+
+  11 Oh! were I there. Oh! that, thine own,
+  I stood, dear God, before thy throne,
+    Bearing the victor’s palm!
+  There would I, like the angel-choir,
+  Still sound thy worthy praises higher,
+    With many a glorious psalm.
+
+  12 But while I bear life’s burdens still,
+  With cheerful mind and voice I will
+    No longer hide thy grace:
+  My heart shall ever more and more
+  Thy goodness and thy love adore,
+    Here and in every place.
+
+  13 Help now, and on my spirit pour
+  Thy heavenly blessing evermore,
+    That, like a flower, to thee
+  I may, through summer of thy grace,
+  In my soul’s garden all my days
+    The holy fruitage bear.
+
+  14 Choose me to bloom in Paradise,
+  And, till in death I close my eyes,
+    Let soul and body thrive;
+  Being to thee and to thy praise,
+  To thee alone, my lifelong days,
+    In earth and heaven, alive.
+
+
+
+
+          “Ich lass Dich nicht, Du muszt mein Jesus bleiben.”
+
+
+                     A Jesus Hymn by W. C. Dessler.
+
+
+  1 I leave thee not, thou art my Jesus ever,
+      Though earth rebel,
+      And death and hell
+  Would, from its steadfast hold, my faith dissever;
+      Ah! no. I ever will
+      Cling to may Helper still,
+    Hear what my love is taught,
+  Thou art my Jesus ever,
+    I leave thee not, I leave thee not!
+
+  2 I leave thee not, O Love, of love the highest,
+      Though doubt display
+      Its battle-day;
+  I own the power which thou my Lord appliest,
+      Thou didst bear guilt and woe;
+      Shall I to torment go
+    When into judgment brought?
+  O Love, of love the highest,
+    I leave thee not, I leave thee not.
+
+  3 I leave thee not, O thou who sweetly cheerest,
+      Whose fresh supplies
+      Cause strength to rise,
+  Just in the hour when faith’s decay is nearest.
+      If sickness chill the soul,
+      And nights of languor roll,
+    My heart one hope hath caught,
+  O thou who sweetly cheerest,
+    I leave thee not, I leave thee not.
+
+  4 I leave thee not, thou help in tribulation;
+      By stroke on stroke,
+      Though almost broke,
+  I hope, when all seems near to desolation.
+      Do what thou wilt with me,
+      I still must cling to thee;
+    Thy grace I have besought,
+  Thou help in tribulation,
+    I leave thee not, I leave thee not.
+
+  5 I leave thee not, shall I forsake salvation?
+      No, Jesus, no!
+      Thou shalt not go;
+  Mine still thou art, to free from condemnation.
+      After this fleeting night,
+      Thy presence brings me light,
+    “Whose ray my soul hath sought;
+  Shall I forsake salvation?
+    I leave thee not, I leave thee not.
+
+  6 I leave thee not, thy word my way shall brighten.
+      With thee I go
+      Through weal and woe,
+  Thy precept wise shall every burden lighten.
+      My Lord, on thee, I hang,
+      Nor heed the journey’s pang,
+    Though thorny be my lot.
+  Let but thy word enlighten,
+    I leave thee not, I leave thee not.
+
+  7 I leave thee not, even in the lap of pleasure,
+      For when I stray
+      Without thy ray,
+  My richest joy must cease to be a treasure.
+      I shudder at the glee,
+      When no delight from thee
+    Has heartfelt peace begot;
+  Even in the lap of pleasure,
+    I leave thee not, I leave thee not.
+
+  8 I leave thee not, my God, my Lord, my Heaven,
+      Nor death shall rend
+      From thee, my Friend,
+  Who for my soul thyself to death hast given.
+      For thou didst die for me,
+    And love goes back to thee:
+  My God, my Life, my Heaven,
+    I leave thee not, I leave thee not.
+
+
+
+
+                          A Christian Sonnet.
+
+
+                    From the French of Des Barreaux.
+
+
+  Great God! Thy judgments endless right disclose,
+    Grace for the sinner thou dost still devise;
+  But I have sinned so much, that goodness knows
+    No way to pardon, unless justice dies.
+
+  Yes, O my God! sins that so vastly rise,
+    Leave to thy greatness but the choice of woes,
+  Thy throne’s high interest my bliss denies,
+    And mercy’s self stands watching for my throes.
+
+  Sate thy revenge, for this thy glory cries,
+  Scorn thou the tears which overflow mine eyes,
+    Launch lightnings, ’tis high time, I war invoke,
+
+  And, doomed, I worship, sinking in the flood;
+    Yet on what spot shall fall thy thunderstroke,
+  Not wholly covered with my Saviour’s blood?
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+--Copyright information preserved from the original printed edition; this
+  is public domain in the country of publication.
+
+--Based on scans generously made available by the Internet Archive,
+  http://archive.org/breakingcruciblalexgoog
+
+--The cover to the electronic edition is original, provided for
+  unrestricted use with this eBook.
+
+
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+HE'S COMING TO-MORROW
+
+
+
+
+IDEAL MESSAGES
+
+A series of booklets for friend to send to friend, having in mind the
+conveying of a special word for a specific occasion. The elegant manner
+of production and the genuine worth of the messages fully justify the
+title of the series, for the complete books are assuredly "ideal."
+
+
+Old English paper boards, embossed, each, net, 25 cents.
+
+  1. =Beyond the Marshes.= By Ralph Connor. A Word of
+     Encouragement.
+
+  2. =Across the Continent of the Years.= By Newell Dwight
+     Hillis.
+
+  3. =For Eyes that Weep.= By Samuel G. Smith. A Word of Comfort
+     to Those Bereaved of Little Children.
+
+  4. =He's Coming To-morrow.= By Harriet Beecher Stowe. A Word on
+     the Coming of Christ.
+
+  5. =For Hearts that Hope.= By James G. K. McClure, D. D. A Word
+     about Heaven.
+
+  6. =Unto Him.= By Bishop John H. Vincent. A Simple Word about
+     Coming to Jesus Christ.
+
+
+
+
+HE'S COMING TO-MORROW
+
+By HARRIET BEECHER STOWE
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY
+    CHICAGO      NEW YORK      TORONTO
+    MCMI
+
+
+
+
+"HE'S COMING TO-MORROW"
+
+    "_The night is far spent; the day is at hand._"
+
+
+MY soul vibrated for a moment like a harp. Was it true? The night, the
+long night of the world's groping agony and blind desire? _Is_ it almost
+over? _Is_ the day at hand?
+
+Again: "THEY SHALL SEE THE SON OF MAN COMING IN A CLOUD, WITH POWER AND
+GREAT GLORY. _And when these things come to pass, look up and rejoice,
+for your redemption is nigh._"
+
+Coming!--The Son of man really coming into _this_ world again with power
+and great glory?
+
+Will this really ever happen? Will this solid, commonplace earth see it?
+Will these skies brighten and flash? and will upturned faces in this
+city be watching to see Him coming?
+
+So our minister preached in a solemn sermon; and for moments, at times,
+I felt a thrill of reality in hearing. But as the well-dressed crowd
+passed down the aisle, my neighbor, Mr. Stockton, whispered to me not to
+forget the meeting of the bank directors on Monday evening, and Mrs.
+Goldthwaite poured into my wife's ear a charge not to forget her party
+on Thursday; and my wife, as she came out, asked me if I had observed
+the extravagant toilet of Mrs. Rennyman.
+
+"_So_ absurd," she said, "when her income, I know, cannot be half what
+ours is! and I _never_ think of sending to Paris for my things; I should
+look on it as morally wrong."
+
+I spoke of the sermon. "Yes," said my wife, "what a sermon!--so solemn.
+I wonder that all are not drawn to hear our rector. What could be more
+powerful than such discourses? My dear, by the by, _don't_ forget to
+change Mary's opal ring for a diamond one. Dear me! the Christmas
+presents were all so on my mind that I was thinking of them every now
+and then in church; and that was _so_ wrong of me!"
+
+"My dear," said I, "sometimes it seems to me as if all our life were
+unreal. We go to church, and the things that we hear are either true or
+false. If they are true, what things they are! For instance, these
+Advent sermons. If we are looking for _that_ coming, we ought to feel
+and live differently from what we do! Do we really believe what we hear
+in church? or is it a dream?"
+
+"I _do_ believe," said my wife earnestly--she is a good woman, my
+wife--"yes, I _do_ believe, but it is just as you say. Oh, dear! I feel
+as if I am very worldly--I have so many things to think of!" and she
+sighed.
+
+So do I; for I knew that I, too, was very worldly. After a pause I said:
+"Suppose Christ should really come this Christmas and it should be
+authoritatively announced that He would be here to-morrow?"
+
+"I think," said my wife, "there would be some embarrassment on the part
+of our great men, legislators, and chief councilors, in anticipation of
+a personal interview. Fancy a meeting of the city council to arrange a
+reception for the Lord Jesus Christ!"
+
+"Perhaps," said I, "He would refuse all offers of the rich and great.
+Perhaps our fashionable churches would plead for His presence in vain.
+He would not be in palaces."
+
+"Oh!" said my wife earnestly, "if I thought our money separated us from
+Him, I would give it _all_--yes, _all_--might I only see Him."
+
+She spoke from the bottom of her heart, and for a moment her face was
+glorified.
+
+"You _will_ see Him some day," said I, "and the money we are willing to
+give up at a word from Him will not keep Him from us."
+
+That evening the thoughts of the waking hours mirrored themselves in a
+dream.
+
+I seemed to be out walking in the streets, and to be conscious of a
+strange, vague sense of _something_ just declared, of which all were
+speaking with a suppressed air of mysterious voices.
+
+There was a whispering stillness around. Groups of men stood at the
+corners of the street, and discussed an impending something with
+suppressed voices.
+
+I heard one say to another: "_Really_ coming! What? to-morrow?" And the
+others said: "Yes, to-morrow; on Christmas Day He will be here."
+
+It was night. The stars were glittering with a keen and frosty light;
+the shops glistened in their Christmas array; but the same sense of
+hushed expectancy pervaded every thing. There seemed to be nothing
+doing; and each person looked wistfully upon his neighbor as if to say,
+Have you heard?
+
+Suddenly, as I walked, an angel-form was with me, gliding softly by my
+side. The face was solemn, serene, and calm. Above the forehead was a
+pale, tremulous, phosphorous, radiance of light, purer than any on
+earth--a light of a quality so different from that of the street-lamps,
+that my celestial attendant seemed to move in a sphere alone.
+
+Yet, though I felt awe, I felt a sort of confiding love as I said: "Tell
+me, is it really true? _Is_ Christ coming?"
+
+"HE IS," said the angel. "To-morrow He will be here!"
+
+"What joy!" I cried.
+
+"Is it joy?" said the angel. "Alas, to many in this city it is only
+terror! Come with me."
+
+In a moment I seemed to be standing with him in a parlor of one of the
+chief palaces of the city. A stout, florid, bald-headed man was seated
+at a table covered with papers, which he was sorting over with nervous
+anxiety, muttering to himself as he did so. On a sofa lay a sad-looking,
+delicate woman, her emaciated hands clasped over a little book. The room
+was, in all its appointments, a witness of boundless wealth. Gold and
+silver, and gems, and foreign furniture, and costly pictures, and
+articles of _virtu_--everything that money could buy--were heaped
+together; and yet the man himself seemed to me to have been neither
+elevated nor refined by the confluence of all these treasures. He seemed
+nervous and uneasy. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and spoke:
+
+"I don't know, wife, how _you_ feel; but _I_ don't like this news. I
+don't understand it. It puts a stop to everything _I_ know anything
+about."
+
+"Oh, John!" said the woman, turning towards him a face pale and fervent,
+and clasping her hands, "how can you say so?"
+
+And as she spoke, I could see breaking out above her head a tremulous
+light, like that above the brow of an angel.
+
+"Well, Mary, it's the truth. I don't care if I say it. I don't want to
+meet--well I wish He would put it off! What does He want of me? I'd be
+willing to make over--well, three millions to found an hospital, if He'd
+be satisfied and let me go on. Yes, I'd give three millions--to buy off
+from to-morrow."
+
+"Is He not our best friend?"
+
+"Best friend!" said the man, with a look half fright, half anger. "Mary,
+you don't know what you are talking about! You know I always hated those
+things. There's no use in it; I can't see into them. In fact, I _hate_
+them."
+
+She cast on him a look full of pity. "_Cannot_ I make you see?" she
+said.
+
+"No, indeed, you can't. Why, look here," he added, pointing to the
+papers. "Here is what stands for millions! To-night it's mine; and
+to-morrow it will be all so much waste paper; and then what have I left?
+Do you think I can rejoice? I'd give half; I'd give--yes, _the whole_,
+not to have Him come these hundred years." She stretched out her thin
+hand towards him; but he pushed it back.
+
+"Do you see?" said the angel to me solemnly. "Between him and her there
+is a "GREAT GULF _fixed_." They have lived in one house with that gulf
+between them for years! She cannot go to him; he cannot go to her.
+To-morrow she will rise to Christ as a dewdrop to the sun; and he will
+call to the mountains and rocks to fall on him--not because Christ
+hates _him_, but because _he_ hates Christ."
+
+Again the scene was changed. We stood together in a little low attic,
+lighted by one small lamp--how poor it was!--a broken chair, a rickety
+table, a bed in the corner where the little ones were cuddling close to
+one another for warmth. Poor things! the air was so frosty that their
+breath congealed upon the bedclothes, as they talked in soft, baby
+voices. "When mother comes, she will bring us some supper," said they.
+"But I'm so cold!" said the little outsider. "Get in the middle, then,"
+said the other two, "and we'll warm you. Mother promised she would make
+a fire when she came in, if that man would pay her." "What a bad man he
+is!" said the oldest boy; "he never pays mother if he can help it."
+
+Just then the door opened, and a pale, thin woman came in, laden with
+packages.
+
+She laid all down, and came to her children's bed, clasping her hands in
+rapture.
+
+"Joy, joy, children! Oh, joy, joy! Christ is coming! He will be here
+to-morrow."
+
+Every little bird in the nest was up, and the little arms around the
+mother's neck; the children believed at once. They had heard of the good
+Jesus. He had been their mother's only friend through many a cold and
+hungry day, and they doubted not He was coming.
+
+"Oh, mother! will He take us? He will, won't He?"
+
+"Yes, my little ones," she said softly, smiling to herself; "He shall
+gather the lambs with His arms, and carry them in His bosom."
+
+Suddenly again, as by the slide of a magic lantern, another scene was
+present.
+
+We stood in a lonely room, where a woman was sitting with her head bowed
+forward upon her hands. Alone, forsaken, slandered, she was in
+bitterness of spirit. Hard, cruel tongues had spoken her name with vile
+assertions, and a thoughtless world had believed. There had been a
+babble of accusations, a crowd to rejoice in iniquity, and few to pity.
+She thought herself alone, and she spoke: "Judge me, O Lord! for I have
+walked in my integrity. I am as a monster unto many; but thou art my
+strong refuge."
+
+In a moment the angel touched her. "My sister," he said, "be of good
+cheer. Christ will be here _to-morrow_."
+
+She started up, with her hands clasped, her eyes bright, her whole form
+dilated, as she seemed to look into the heavens, and said with rapture:
+
+"Come, Lord, and judge me; for Thou knowest me altogether. Come, Son of
+man; in Thee have I trusted; let me never be confounded. Oh, for the
+judgment-seat of Christ!"
+
+Again I stood in a brilliant room, full of luxuries. Three or four fair
+women were standing pensively talking with each other. Their apartment
+was bestrewn with jewelry, laces, silks, velvets, and every fanciful
+elegance of fashion; but they looked troubled.
+
+"This seems to me really awful," said one, with a suppressed sigh. "What
+troubles me is, I know so little about it."
+
+"Yes," said another, "and it puts a stop to everything! Of what use will
+all these be to-morrow?"
+
+There was a poor seamstress in the corner of the room, who now spoke.
+"We shall be ever with the Lord," she said.
+
+"I'm sure I don't know what that can mean," said the first speaker, with
+a kind of shudder; "it seems rather fearful."
+
+"Well," said the other, "it seems so sudden--when one never dreamed of
+any such thing--to change all at once from this to that other life."
+
+"It is enough to _be with Him_," said the poor woman. "Oh, I have so
+longed for it!"
+
+"_The great gulf_," again said the angel.
+
+Then again we stood on the steps of a church. A band of clergymen were
+together. Episcopalian, Methodist, Baptist, Presbyterian, Old School and
+New School, all stood hand in hand.
+
+"It's no matter now about these old issues," they said. "_He_ is coming;
+He will settle all. Ordinations and ordinances, sacraments, creeds, are
+but the scaffolding of the edifice. They are the shadow; the substance
+is CHRIST!" And hand in hand they turned their faces when the Christmas
+morning light began faintly glowing; and I heard them saying together,
+with one heart and voice:
+
+"Come, LORD JESUS! come quickly!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Transcriber's Note:
+
+Page 8, "wordly" changed to "worldly" (am very worldly)
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's He's Coming To-Morrow, by Harriet Beecher Stowe
+
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+      Internet Archive/American Libraries. See
+      http://archive.org/details/edwardbuttoneyeh00austiala
+
+
+
+
+
+Little Mother Stories.
+
+EDWARD BUTTONEYE AND HIS ADVENTURES
+
+Pictured by
+
+HILDA AUSTIN
+
+Written by
+
+CYRIL F. AUSTIN.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Ernest Nister London   No. 1874   E. P. Dutton & Co. New York
+
+
+
+
+EDWARD BUTTONEYE AND HIS ADVENTURES.
+
+
+_TO_
+_A. B._
+
+
+    And, though he never could explain,
+      I don't mind telling you
+    That in that box he had been lain
+    By those who made him, limb and brain,
+      And stitched his eyes on, too.
+    It's odd, you'll think, they joined his toes
+    And gave him such a head and nose.
+
+    But there on the broad countryside
+      Was he, a homeless lad.
+    Another might have sat and cried,
+    But Edward, no. "Whate'er betide,
+      If work is to be had,
+    I'll take," thought he, "what Fortune brings
+    And live in hopes of better things."
+
+    A farmhouse stood not far away,
+      So first there Edward tried,
+    And was engaged to herd by day
+    And night the farmer's sheep, which stray,
+      Whene'er they can, and hide.
+    And so a paper Edward bought
+    And sat and watched and read and thought.
+
+    He read through each advertisement
+      To see if he could find
+    A place he thought would suit his bent,
+    In which he could be quite content
+      And cultivate his mind.
+    --He read so hard and thought so deep
+    He quite forgot about the sheep.
+
+    But when at last he looked around,
+      His flock could not be seen.
+    He shouted, called, and searched the ground,
+    The sheep were nowhere to be found
+      (They knew that he was green);
+    And when in fear he ventured back,
+    I scarce need say he got the sack.
+
+    He went away with many sighs
+      And sight a little dim,
+    But suddenly, to his surprise,
+    A woolly head with shining eyes
+      Peered through the hedge at him.
+    "If you will let me come with you,"
+    It said, "I always will be true."
+
+    Our Edward with delight agreed;
+      "It looks," he thought, "quite tame;
+    A counsellor and friend I need,
+    Besides, it may serve as a steed."
+      And so he asked its name.
+    "I'm Horace, so they all allege,"
+    It said, and scrambled through the hedge.
+
+    So side by side, o'er hill and dale,
+      The gallant heroes strode,
+    And Horace frisked his stumpy tail
+    And joked with every frog and snail
+      And chaffed each slug and toad.
+    But silent Edward longed for fame
+    And by great deeds to make a name.
+
+    He also wished he had a hat
+      --The day was very warm--
+    But soon he ceased to think of that,
+    For lo! beside the road there sat
+      Two maids of sweetest charm.
+    'Twas saucy Sue and modest Moll,
+    Who sported a red parasol.
+
+    Then Edward's heart beat high with pride,
+      He drew himself erect
+    And said to Horace, "Quick, now! stride
+    As if you wore Newfoundland hide
+      And follow with respect."
+    But, 'spite of all their dashing air,
+    The maids preserved their glassy stare.
+
+    A flush o'erspread poor Edward's cheek,
+      He walked on very fast,
+    And Horace followed, very meek.
+    But all at once they heard a shriek
+      From the fair dames they'd passed:
+    --Enraged to see their sunshade red,
+    A wild bull charged with lowered head.
+
+    "Ah, here's my chance," brave Edward cried,
+      And, counting not the cost,
+    He rushed back to the maidens' side;
+    To stop the bull he vainly tried
+      And was most painfully tossed.
+    "Alas!" he thought, "no luck to-day;
+    --But _they_, at least, have got away."
+
+    Sad Horace hastened to the spot
+      And rendered him first aid,
+    Then set off at his quickest trot
+    For help. Poor Edward groaned a lot:
+      "Why was I ever made?"
+    --I'm not surprised he had the hump,
+    He came down such an awful bump.
+
+    And as he sat, there passed him by
+      Two visions of delight;
+    Each viewed with fond, maternal eye
+    And hugged--it made poor Edward sigh--
+      A golliwoggy fright.
+    He tried to cry to them out loud,
+    But nothing came--he felt too proud.
+
+    They walked straight past and soon were gone,
+      Poor Edward could have cried.
+    He knew that he belonged to one,
+    That he would one day be her son,
+      But he was dumb from pride.
+    He felt that of the two he'd choose
+    The one with soft red hair and shoes.
+
+    But Horace soon returned and said
+      He nowhere help could find;
+    So Edward mounted him instead
+    And held on by his charger's head.
+      (Now wasn't Horace kind?)
+    They travelled thus o'er hill and plain
+    Till Edward was quite well again.
+
+    To get a place where he could thrive
+      Our Edward found was hard,
+    But soon he was engaged to drive
+    A railway train, and did contrive
+      That Horace should be guard.
+    One day he saw what made him quail
+    --A sleepy tortoise on the rail!
+
+    He found he hadn't time to stop,
+      Though manfully he tried,
+    So biff! and crash! and up and flop!
+    They went. The tortoise did not hop
+      But went on, sleepy-eyed.
+    Poor Edward knew what was in store,
+    --Of course he got the sack once more.
+
+    The next employment Edward found
+      Was towing someone's barge.
+    Their cargo weighed full many a pound,
+    And as beside the stream they wound
+      Their burden felt so large
+    That Horace, every hour or so,
+    Said, "Are you sure coal doesn't grow?"
+
+    But onward still brave Edward strode
+      And onward trudged his steed;
+    Though leaden grew their lumpy load
+    No signs of giving in they showed
+      Till, all at once, a reed
+    Upset the barge, the cargo sank
+    And left them workless on the bank.
+
+    Soon after that they came across
+      Some races in full swing.
+    Said Edward, "Horses cannot toss
+    And you can serve me as a hoss,
+      --'Twill be the very thing."
+    So Horace summoned all his strength
+    And came in first by half a length.
+
+    But Horace felt so very done
+      And very short of breath
+    (You see, he was not built to run
+    So fast), he gasped that even one
+      More race would be his death.
+    So Edward mournfully supposed
+    A jockey's life to him was closed.
+
+    To give good Horace perfect rest
+      They lay awhile at ease.
+    They found a hammock suited best,
+    Exchanging quip and merry jest
+      With frogs and bumble-bees,
+    And Edward helped stray leaves and twigs
+    Along the stream with gentle digs.
+
+    When Horace was quite well again
+      They set out on their way.
+    One day they heard a distant strain
+    And, tramping o'er the dusty plain
+      With music loud and gay,
+    A brawny-chested regiment
+    Marched past, on death or glory bent.
+
+    The sight so fired brave Edward's soul,
+      He set off in the rear.
+    Said he, "The cavalry's our goal,
+    --A charger is your proper rĂ´le;"
+      But Horace shook with fear.
+    "If we," he thought, "the foe should seek,
+    I shall be mutton in a week!"
+
+    But when they reached the barrack-yard
+      And wanted to enlist,
+    The sergeant called out to the guard
+    Their measurements, punched Edward hard
+      And gave his neck a twist.
+    "You've got no chest at all," said he.
+    "No good!" thought Edward tearfully.
+
+    "It's not my fault I've got no chest,
+      They should have made it broad,"
+    He grumbled; but with noble zest
+    He searched the country east and west
+      To find some noble lord
+    Who might excuse his tender age
+    And take him on to be his page.
+
+    And when at last he did succeed,
+      While Horace stayed indoors,
+    He took two poodles on a lead
+    Out walking every day. Their breed
+      Was such that on all fours
+    They utterly disdained to go,
+    Like Lion, Unicorn and Co.
+
+    They led poor Edward such a dance,
+      He scarce could hold them in;
+    They tugged as if their only chance
+    In life was to get home to France
+      And join their kith and kin.
+    At last they got away by force,
+    And Edward got the sack--of course.
+
+    He wandered on with Horace till
+      They reached a sheltered spot,
+    And watched with quite an envious thrill
+    Two boys who handled with great skill
+      A trim, fast-sailing yacht.
+    "O for an opportunity,"
+    Sighed Edward, "to put out to sea!"
+
+    The chance they wanted soon occurred
+      --The boys went in to tea.
+    By thoughts of danger undeterred
+    They boarded, tacked and, in a word,
+      Were happy as could be.
+    They did not see the rising cloud
+    That threatened every spar and shroud.
+
+    With all their sails set to the breeze,
+      They were quite unprepared
+    To meet the squall. Great tow'ring seas
+    Tossed them about like shipwrecked peas;
+      They would most ill have fared
+    Had not a tortoise saved the twain
+    --He who derailed the railway train.
+
+    He took them on his brawny back
+      And swam with them ashore.
+    "This slight return I owe for lack
+    Of thought," said he, "when o'er the track
+      I crawled;--I'd do much more,
+    But this, at least, will prove to you
+    How much that sad event I rue."
+
+    They thanked him for his kindly deed
+      And then resumed their march,
+    But when the time was come to feed
+    They found they'd nought to meet the need
+      Except a piece of starch.
+    Said Edward, "This will never do;
+    Your wool, old chap, would be like glue."
+
+    They had no work, they had no food,
+      But hungrier they grew.
+    At last said Horace, "What's the good
+    Of starving slowly? In the wood
+      There's game enough for two.
+    I feel quite faint, so get a gun
+    And see what you can shoot, my son."
+
+    This was for Edward the last straw,
+      And so he took a gun;
+    For Horace he would brave the law,
+    Whate'er betide. So when he saw
+      A hare start up and run,
+    He took fair aim with steady wrist
+    And fired--but luckily he missed.
+
+    A policeman heard the loud report
+      And hurried to the scene.
+    He hailed the poachers off to court,
+    And there their shrift was very short
+      --The judge's wit was keen:
+    He sentenced them to prison-shop
+    And hoped that long in there they'd stop.
+
+    Now prison-shop, of course, is where
+      All dolls, when made, must go
+    Until some maiden, kind and fair,
+    Buys them and saves them from despair.
+      And this is why, you know,
+    They have such eager, anxious eyes,
+    As each to catch your notice tries.
+
+    So Edward was marched off to jail
+      And guarded night and day
+    Amid a throng of beauties frail,
+    While Horace, looking somewhat pale,
+      Scanned all who passed that way,
+    For both of them hoped she would see
+    And rescue them from misery.
+
+    At last there came a day of joy,
+      She stopped before the shop,
+    And with her was a handsome boy;
+    They viewed with interest each toy
+      From yacht to humming-top.
+    (They were, I may remark off-hand,
+    Penelope and Hildebrand.)
+
+    Cold beads of perspiration stood
+      On Edward's frantic brow;
+    He feared lest his own mother should
+    Not notice him (as if she could
+      Have missed her own son, now!).
+    But, scarcely glancing at the rest,
+    Pen saw at once he was the best.
+
+    "O what a pleasant person, look!"
+      She cried to Hildebrand,
+    "I must have him by hook or crook!"
+    --In point of fact 'twas by a hook
+      Held in the shopman's hand,
+    Which hoisted Edward by the seat,
+    A part adapted for the feat.
+
+    Now Pen had put her pennies by
+      To save poor dolls from fate
+    By buying them, and you should try
+    To do the same. The Buttoneye
+      Was marked, "Price two and eight."
+    'Twas dear, but Pen was quite content
+    To think her savings so well spent.
+
+    The ransom very soon was paid
+      And Edward, once more free,
+    Borne off in triumph. Though arrayed
+    In shabby coat and trousers frayed
+      And baggy at the knee,
+    He was more precious to Pen's heart
+    Than if they'd been quite new and smart.
+
+    And faithful Horace, too, was bought
+      --Pen saw by Edward's eye
+    No freedom for himself he sought
+    If his pet lamb's fate should be fraught
+      With doubt--he'd rather die.
+    But Horace had to run like mad,
+    So fast a pace his mistress had.
+
+    "I'd go through twice as much for this,"
+      Thought Edward with a sigh
+    As he received his hundredth kiss,
+    And Horace, wrapped in wool and bliss,
+      Just winked the other eye.
+    And how they relished, to be sure,
+    The other dolls' discomfiture!
+
+    "I know the hard times you've been through,"
+      Said Pen, and kissed them both,
+    "But nothing now need worry you
+    For here your life begins anew--"
+      ("Hurray!" fat Horace quoth),
+    "--And when we seek the country air
+    I'm sure we'll find adventures there."
+
+    And Pen proved quite a prophetess
+      For, shortly after that,
+    They met a lovely--well, what?--guess!
+    What dream of perfect loveliness
+      D'you think I'm hinting at?
+    Well, if your Dad is pleased with you,
+    Perhaps he'll buy you that book[A] too.
+
+[A] The Little Blue Rabbit.
+
+Printed in Bavaria
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  THE LITTLE MOTHER STORIES.
+
+  Uniform in price and similar in style:
+
+   1. Baby Finger Play.
+
+   2. The Three Baby Bears.
+
+   3. The Stories the Baby Bears Told.
+
+   4. The Baby Bears' Picnic.
+
+   5. The Little Toy Bearkins.
+
+   6. Toy Bearkins' Christmas Tree.
+
+   7. Little Blue Rabbit and his Adventures.
+
+   8. Edward Buttoneye and his Adventures.
+
+   9. Little Redskins.
+
+  10. The Animals' Trip to Sea.
+
+
+
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+
+POEMS ON SLAVERY.
+
+
+
+
+POEMS
+
+ON
+
+SLAVERY.
+
+
+BY
+
+HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.
+
+
+SECOND EDITION.
+
+
+CAMBRIDGE:
+
+PUBLISHED BY JOHN OWEN.
+
+M DCCC XLII.
+
+
+Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year eighteen hundred and
+forty-two, by H. W. LONGFELLOW, in the Clerk's office of the District
+Court of the District of Massachusetts.
+
+
+CAMBRIDGE:
+
+METCALF, KEITH, AND NICHOLS,
+
+PRINTERS TO THE UNIVERSITY.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                   PAGE
+
+  TO WILLIAM E. CHANNING              9
+
+  THE SLAVE'S DREAM                  11
+
+  THE GOOD PART                      15
+
+  THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP      18
+
+  THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT      21
+
+  THE WITNESSES                      23
+
+  THE QUADROON GIRL                  26
+
+  THE WARNING                        30
+
+
+
+
+[The following poems, with one exception, were written at sea, in the
+latter part of October. I had not then heard of Dr. Channing's death.
+Since that event, the poem addressed to him is no longer appropriate.
+I have decided, however, to let it remain as it was written, a feeble
+testimony of my admiration for a great and good man.]
+
+
+
+
+POEMS.
+
+
+
+
+                                The noble horse,
+    That, in his fiery youth, from his wide nostrils
+    Neighed courage to his rider, and brake through
+    Groves of opposed pikes, bearing his lord
+    Safe to triumphant victory, old or wounded,
+    Was set at liberty and freed from service.
+    The Athenian mules, that from the quarry drew
+    Marble, hewed for the Temple of the Gods,
+    The great work ended, were dismissed and fed
+    At the public cost; nay, faithful dogs have found
+    Their sepulchres; but man, to man more cruel,
+    Appoints no end to the sufferings of his slave.
+
+                                             MASSINGER.
+
+
+
+TO WILLIAM E. CHANNING.
+
+
+    The pages of thy book I read,
+      And as I closed each one,
+    My heart, responding, ever said,
+      "Servant of God! well done!"
+
+    Well done! Thy words are great and bold;
+      At times they seem to me,
+    Like Luther's, in the days of old,
+      Half-battles for the free.
+
+    Go on, until this land revokes
+      The old and chartered Lie,
+    The feudal curse, whose whips and yokes
+      Insult humanity.
+
+    A voice is ever at thy side
+      Speaking in tones of might,
+    Like the prophetic voice, that cried
+      To John in Patmos, "Write!"
+
+    Write! and tell out this bloody tale;
+      Record this dire eclipse,
+    This Day of Wrath, this Endless Wail,
+      This dread Apocalypse!
+
+
+
+
+THE SLAVE'S DREAM.
+
+
+    Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
+      His sickle in his hand;
+    His breast was bare, his matted hair
+      Was buried in the sand.
+    Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep,
+      He saw his Native Land.
+
+    Wide through the landscape of his dreams
+      The lordly Niger flowed;
+    Beneath the palm-trees on the plain
+      Once more a king he strode;
+    And heard the tinkling caravans
+      Descend the mountain-road.
+
+    He saw once more his dark-eyed queen
+      Among her children stand;
+    They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks,
+      They held him by the hand!--
+    A tear burst from the sleeper's lids
+      And fell into the sand.
+
+    And then at furious speed he rode
+      Along the Niger's bank;
+    His bridle-reins were golden chains,
+      And, with a martial clank,
+    At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel
+      Smiting his stallion's flank.
+
+    Before him, like a blood-red flag,
+      The bright flamingoes flew;
+    From morn till night he followed their flight,
+      O'er plains where the tamarind grew,
+    Till he saw the roofs of Caffre huts,
+      And the ocean rose to view.
+
+    At night he heard the lion roar,
+      And the hy├Žna scream,
+    And the river-horse, as he crushed the reeds
+      Beside some hidden stream;
+    And it passed, like a glorious roll of drums,
+      Through the triumph of his dream.
+
+    The forests, with their myriad tongues,
+      Shouted of liberty;
+    And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud,
+      With a voice so wild and free,
+    That he started in his sleep and smiled
+      At their tempestuous glee.
+
+    He did not feel the driver's whip,
+      Nor the burning heat of day;
+    For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep,
+      And his lifeless body lay
+    A worn-out fetter, that the soul
+      Had broken and thrown away!
+
+
+
+
+THE GOOD PART,
+
+THAT SHALL NOT BE TAKEN AWAY.
+
+
+    She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side,
+      In valleys green and cool;
+    And all her hope and all her pride
+      Are in the village school.
+
+    Her soul, like the transparent air
+      That robes the hills above,
+    Though not of earth, encircles there
+      All things with arms of love.
+
+    And thus she walks among her girls
+      With praise and mild rebukes;
+    Subduing e'en rude village churls
+      By her angelic looks.
+
+    She reads to them at eventide
+      Of One who came to save;
+    To cast the captive's chains aside,
+      And liberate the slave.
+
+    And oft the blessed time foretells
+      When all men shall be free;
+    And musical, as silver bells,
+      Their falling chains shall be.
+
+    And following her beloved Lord,
+      In decent poverty,
+    She makes her life one sweet record
+      And deed of charity.
+
+    For she was rich, and gave up all
+      To break the iron bands
+    Of those who waited in her hall,
+      And labored in her lands.
+
+    Long since beyond the Southern Sea
+      Their outbound sails have sped,
+    While she, in meek humility,
+      Now earns her daily bread.
+
+    It is their prayers, which never cease,
+      That clothe her with such grace;
+    Their blessing is the light of peace
+      That shines upon her face.
+
+
+
+
+THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP.
+
+
+    In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp
+      The hunted Negro lay;
+    He saw the fire of the midnight camp,
+    And heard at times a horse's tramp
+      And a bloodhound's distant bay.
+
+    Where will-o'-the-wisps and glowworms shine,
+      In bulrush and in brake;
+    Where waving mosses shroud the pine,
+    And the cedar grows, and the poisonous vine
+      Is spotted like the snake;
+
+    Where hardly a human foot could pass,
+      Or a human heart would dare,
+    On the quaking turf of the green morass
+    He crouched in the rank and tangled grass,
+      Like a wild beast in his lair.
+
+    A poor old slave, infirm and lame;
+      Great scars deformed his face;
+    On his forehead he bore the brand of shame,
+    And the rags, that hid his mangled frame,
+      Were the livery of disgrace.
+
+    All things above were bright and fair,
+      All things were glad and free;
+    Lithe squirrels darted here and there,
+    And wild birds filled the echoing air
+      With songs of Liberty!
+
+    On him alone was the doom of pain,
+      From the morning of his birth;
+    On him alone the curse of Cain
+    Fell, like a flail on the garnered grain,
+      And struck him to the earth!
+
+
+
+
+THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT.
+
+
+    Loud he sang the psalm of David!
+    He, a Negro and enslaved,
+    Sang of Israel's victory,
+    Sang of Zion, bright and free.
+
+    In that hour, when night is calmest,
+    Sang he from the Hebrew Psalmist,
+    In a voice so sweet and clear
+    That I could not choose but hear,
+
+    Songs of triumph, and ascriptions,
+    Such as reached the swart Egyptians,
+    When upon the Red Sea coast
+    Perished Pharaoh and his host.
+
+    And the voice of his devotion
+    Filled my soul with strange emotion;
+    For its tones by turns were glad,
+    Sweetly solemn, wildly sad.
+
+    Paul and Silas, in their prison,
+    Sang of Christ, the Lord arisen,
+    And an earthquake's arm of might
+    Broke their dungeon-gates at night.
+
+    But, alas! what holy angel
+    Brings the Slave this glad evangel?
+    And what earthquake's arm of might
+    Breaks his dungeon-gates at night?
+
+
+
+
+THE WITNESSES.
+
+
+    In Ocean's wide domains,
+      Half buried in the sands,
+    Lie skeletons in chains,
+      With shackled feet and hands.
+
+    Beyond the fall of dews,
+      Deeper than plummet lies,
+    Float ships, with all their crews,
+      No more to sink or rise.
+
+    There the black Slave-ship swims,
+      Freighted with human forms,
+    Whose fettered, fleshless limbs
+      Are not the sport of storms.
+
+    These are the bones of Slaves;
+      They gleam from the abyss;
+    They cry, from yawning waves,
+      "We are the Witnesses!"
+
+    Within Earth's wide domains
+      Are markets for men's lives;
+    Their necks are galled with chains,
+      Their wrists are cramped with gyves.
+
+    Dead bodies, that the kite
+      In deserts makes its prey;
+    Murders, that with affright
+      Scare schoolboys from their play!
+
+    All evil thoughts and deeds;
+      Anger, and lust, and pride;
+    The foulest, rankest weeds,
+      That choke Life's groaning tide!
+
+    These are the woes of Slaves;
+      They glare from the abyss;
+    They cry, from unknown graves,
+      "We are the Witnesses!"
+
+
+
+
+THE QUADROON GIRL.
+
+
+    The Slaver in the broad lagoon
+      Lay moored with idle sail;
+    He waited for the rising moon,
+      And for the evening gale.
+
+    Under the shore his boat was tied,
+      And all her listless crew
+    Watched the gray alligator slide
+      Into the still bayou.
+
+    Odors of orange-flowers, and spice.
+      Reached them from time to time,
+    Like airs that breathe from Paradise
+      Upon a world of crime.
+
+    The Planter, under his roof of thatch,
+      Smoked thoughtfully and slow;
+    The Slaver's thumb was on the latch,
+      He seemed in haste to go.
+
+    He said, "My ship at anchor rides
+      In yonder broad lagoon;
+    I only wait the evening tides,
+      And the rising of the moon."
+
+    Before them, with her face upraised,
+      In timid attitude,
+    Like one half curious, half amazed,
+      A Quadroon maiden stood.
+
+    Her eyes were, like a falcon's, gray,
+      Her arms and neck were bare;
+    No garment she wore save a kirtle gay,
+      And her own long, raven hair.
+
+    And on her lips there played a smile
+      As holy, meek, and faint,
+    As lights in some cathedral aisle
+      The features of a saint.
+
+    "The soil is barren,--the farm is old;"
+      The thoughtful Planter said;
+    Then looked upon the Slaver's gold,
+      And then upon the maid.
+
+    His heart within him was at strife
+      With such accursed gains;
+    For he knew whose passions gave her life,
+      Whose blood ran in her veins.
+
+    But the voice of nature was too weak;
+      He took the glittering gold!
+    Then pale as death grew the maiden's cheek,
+      Her hands as icy cold.
+
+    The Slaver led her from the door,
+      He led her by the hand,
+    To be his slave and paramour
+      In a strange and distant land!
+
+
+
+
+THE WARNING.
+
+
+    Beware! The Israelite of old, who tore
+      The lion in his path,--when, poor and blind,
+    He saw the blessed light of heaven no more,
+      Shorn of his noble strength and forced to grind
+    In prison, and at last led forth to be
+    A pander to Philistine revelry,--
+
+    Upon the pillars of the temple laid
+      His desperate hands, and in its overthrow
+    Destroyed himself, and with him those who made
+      A cruel mockery of his sightless woe;
+    The poor, blind Slave, the scoff and jest of all,
+    Expired, and thousands perished in the fall!
+
+    There is a poor, blind Samson in this land,
+      Shorn of his strength, and bound in bonds of steel,
+    Who may, in some grim revel, raise his hand,
+      And shake the pillars of this Commonweal,
+    Till the vast Temple of our liberties
+    A shapeless mass of wreck and rubbish lies.
+
+
+END.
+
+
+
+
+WORKS
+
+PUBLISHED BY JOHN OWEN,
+
+CAMBRIDGE.
+
+
+I.
+
+VOICES OF THE NIGHT.
+
+BY
+
+HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.
+
+6th Edition. 16mo. Boards.
+
+
+II.
+
+THE SAME.
+
+Royal 8vo. Fine paper. Boards.
+
+
+III.
+
+BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS.
+
+BY
+
+HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW,
+
+AUTHOR OF "VOICES OF THE NIGHT," "HYPERION," ETC.
+
+4th Edition. 16mo. Boards.
+
+
+IV.
+
+THE SAME.
+
+Royal 8vo. Fine paper. Boards.
+
+
+V.
+
+THE
+
+HISTORY
+
+OF
+
+HARVARD UNIVERSITY.
+
+BY JOSIAH QUINCY, LL. D.,
+
+PRESIDENT OF THE UNIVERSITY.
+
+2 Vols. Royal 8vo. Cloth. 21 Engravings.
+
+
+VI.
+
+AN INQUIRY
+
+INTO THE
+
+FOUNDATION, EVIDENCES, AND TRUTHS
+
+OF
+
+RELIGION.
+
+BY HENRY WARE, D. D.,
+
+LATE HOLLIS PROFESSOR OF DIVINITY IN HARVARD COLLEGE.
+
+2 Vols. 12mo. Cloth.
+
+
+VII.
+
+THE CLOUDS OF ARISTOPHANES.
+
+WITH NOTES.
+
+BY C. C. FELTON,
+
+ELIOT PROFESSOR OF GREEK LITERATURE IN HARVARD UNIVERSITY.
+
+12mo. Cloth.
+
+
+VIII.
+
+PROF. LIEBIG'S REPORT ON ORGANIC CHEMISTRY.
+
+PART I. AGRICULTURAL CHEMISTRY.
+
+CHEMISTRY
+
+IN ITS
+
+APPLICATION TO AGRICULTURE AND PHYSIOLOGY.
+
+BY
+
+JUSTUS LIEBIG, M.D., PH.D., F.R.S., M.R.I.A.,
+
+PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF GIESSEN, ETC.
+
+EDITED FROM THE MANUSCRIPT OF THE AUTHOR,
+
+BY LYON PLAYFAIR, PH.D.
+
+WITH VERY NUMEROUS ADDITIONS, AND A NEW CHAPTER ON SOILS.
+
+THIRD AMERICAN, FROM THE SECOND ENGLISH EDITION,
+
+WITH NOTES AND APPENDIX,
+
+BY JOHN W. WEBSTER, M.D.,
+
+ERVING PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY IN HARVARD UNIVERSITY.
+
+12mo. Cloth.
+
+
+IX.
+
+PART II. ANIMAL CHEMISTRY.
+
+ANIMAL CHEMISTRY,
+
+OR ORGANIC CHEMISTRY IN ITS
+
+APPLICATION TO PHYSIOLOGY AND PATHOLOGY.
+
+BY
+
+JUSTUS LIEBIG, M.D., PH.D., F.R.S, M.R.I.A.,
+
+PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF GIESSEN, ETC.
+
+EDITED FROM THE AUTHOR'S MANUSCRIPT,
+
+BY WILLIAM GREGORY, M.D., F.R.S.E., M.R.I.A.,
+
+PROFESSOR OF MEDICINE AND CHEMISTRY IN THE UNIVERSITY AND KING'S
+COLLEGE, ABERDEEN.
+
+WITH ADDITIONS, NOTES, AND CORRECTIONS,
+
+BY DR. GREGORY,
+
+AND OTHERS
+
+BY JOHN W. WEBSTER, M.D.,
+
+ERVING PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY IN HARVARD UNIVERSITY.
+
+12mo. Cloth.
+
+
+X.
+
+A NARRATIVE OF VOYAGES
+
+AND
+
+COMMERCIAL ENTERPRISES.
+
+BY RICHARD J. CLEVELAND.
+
+2 Vols. 12mo. Cloth.
+
+
+XI.
+
+LECTURES ON MODERN HISTORY,
+
+FROM
+
+THE IRRUPTION OF THE NORTHERN NATIONS
+
+TO THE
+
+CLOSE OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION.
+
+BY WILLIAM SMYTH,
+
+PROFESSOR OF MODERN HISTORY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE.
+
+FROM THE SECOND LONDON EDITION,
+
+WITH A PREFACE, LIST OF BOOKS ON AMERICAN HISTORY, &c,
+
+BY JARED SPARKS, LL. D.,
+
+PROFESSOR OF ANCIENT AND MODERN HISTORY IN HARVARD UNIVERSITY.
+
+2 Vols. 8vo. Cloth.
+
+
+XII.
+
+HENRY OF OFTERDINGEN:
+
+A ROMANCE.
+
+FROM THE GERMAN OF
+
+NOVALIS (FRIEDRICH VON HARDENBERG).
+
+12mo. Cloth.
+
+
+
+
+WORKS IN PRESS.
+
+
+I.
+
+A TREATISE ON MINERALOGY,
+
+ON THE BASIS OF THOMSON'S OUTLINES,
+
+WITH NUMEROUS ADDITIONS;
+
+COMPRISING
+
+THE DESCRIPTION OF ALL THE NEW AMERICAN AND FOREIGN MINERALS, THEIR
+LOCALITIES, &c.
+
+DESIGNED AS A TEXT-BOOK FOR STUDENTS, TRAVELLERS, AND PERSONS
+ATTENDING LECTURES ON THE SCIENCE.
+
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+
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+
+8vo.
+
+
+II.
+
+THE EVIDENCES
+
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+
+GENUINENESS OF THE GOSPELS.
+
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+
+Vols. II. & III.
+
+BEING THE COMPLETION OF THE WORK.
+
+8vo.
+
+
+III.
+
+THE SPANISH STUDENT.
+
+A DRAMA: IN THREE ACTS.
+
+BY
+
+HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW,
+
+AUTHOR OF "VOICES OF THE NIGHT," "HYPERION," ETC.
+
+l6mo.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Poems on Slavery, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+Transcribed from the 1864 John Smith and Co. edition by David Price,
+email ccx074@pglaf.org.  Many thanks to the Royal Borough of Kensington
+and Chelsea Libraries for allowing their copy to be used for this
+transcription.
+
+
+
+
+
+                           REPORT ON THE PLANS
+                              OF THE VARIOUS
+                                 RAILWAYS
+                                BEFORE THE
+                    Examiners of the House of Commons,
+                                  1864,
+                         SO FAR AS RELATES TO THE
+                          PARISH OF KENSINGTON,
+
+
+                                    BY
+
+                            JAMES BROADBRIDGE,
+
+                               _SURVEYOR_.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                     PRINTED BY ORDER OF THE VESTRY.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+          JOHN SMITH AND CO., Printers, Long Acre, London, W.C.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                                                              VESTRY HALL,
+                                                          _January_, 1864.
+
+
+
+
+TO THE VESTRY OF KENSINGTON.
+
+
+Gentlemen,
+
+I have the honor to lay before you a Report on the various Railway
+Schemes and New Roads, for which it is proposed to apply for Acts at the
+next Meeting of Parliament.
+
+Viz.:—
+
+  Kew, Turnham Green, and Hammersmith Railway.
+
+  Hammersmith and City Railway Extensions.
+
+  Great Northern and Victoria Station Railway.
+
+  London and South Western Railway Company.
+
+  Hammersmith and Wimbledon Railway.
+
+  Metropolitan Railway—Notting Hill and Brompton Extension.
+
+  Metropolitan District Railways.
+
+  Charing Cross Western Railway.
+
+
+
+NEW ROAD.
+
+
+“South Kensington New Road from Cadogan Place to South Kensington.”
+
+
+
+_Kew_, _Turnham Green_, _and Hammersmith Railway_.
+
+
+A railway from Kew Bridge to a junction with the West London Railway at
+Shepherd’s Bush.
+
+Five chains only in the Parish of Kensington.
+
+
+
+_Hammersmith and City Railway Extensions_.
+
+
+A railway from Richmond, Mortlake, Chiswick, Turnham Green, Hammersmith,
+to a junction with the West London Railway at Kensington Station.
+
+Three chains within the Parish of Kensington.
+
+
+
+_Great Northern_, _and Victoria Station_, _Railway_.
+
+
+A railway commencing at a junction with the Great Northern Railway at
+East Barnet, and continuing through Friern Barnet, Totteridge, Finchley,
+Hendon, Willesden, Hammersmith, terminating at the West London Extension
+Railway, at or near the Kensington Passenger Station.
+
+One furlong in the Parish of Kensington.
+
+
+
+_London and South Western Railway Company_.
+
+
+A railway to connect Richmond, Mortlake, Kew, Chiswick, Turnham Green,
+and Hammersmith, with the West London Railway at the Kensington Station.
+
+Ten chains within the Parish of Kensington.
+
+
+
+_Hammersmith and Wimbledon Railway_.
+
+
+A railway to connect Wimbledon, Merton, Putney, Barnes, Hammersmith, and
+Kensington with the Hammersmith and City Railway.
+
+This railway will enter the parish of Kensington on the western side of
+Bramley Road, and proceed on the north side of Lancaster Road by a
+viaduct or embankment, by the side of and parallel to the Hammersmith and
+City Railway, will cross the Bramley, Silchester, and Walmer Roads with
+arches respectively of 16, 18, and 20 feet high.
+
+
+
+_Metropolitan Railway—Notting Hill and Brompton Extension_.
+
+
+A railway to commence at a junction with the Metropolitan Railway at
+Conduit Street East, in the Parish of Paddington, entering this parish at
+the south-east side of Pembridge Square, continuing by the south-east
+corner of Pembridge Gardens, under Uxbridge Road, Uxbridge Street, and
+taking the piece of ground enclosed by the western side of St. James’s
+Street and eastern side of New Street, crossing Kensington Place and Edge
+Terrace, passing thence on the western side of Church Lane, continuing
+from Peel Street, Campden Street, Bedford Place to Sheffield Terrace, by
+tunnel, and from thence to Gloucester Terrace, by open cutting and by
+tunnel to Pitt Street, proceeding southward through Vicarage Street,
+Upper Holland Street, across Hornton Mews, about 70 feet west of the
+Vestry Hall, crossing High Street east of Wright’s Lane, South End Row,
+Kelso Place, Merton Road, Stanford Road, the Broadwood Estate, crossing
+Gloucester Road by Cromwell Road, and enclosing within the line of
+deviation all the land southward to Lover’s Walk, and Harrington Road at
+its junction with Prince Albert Road, Cromwell Lane, north end of Bute
+Street, to its termination, Alfred Place West.
+
+Within the line of deviation is included the north side of Pelham Road,
+the west side of Thurloe Square, from Pelham Road to Alfred Place West.
+In connection with this scheme it is proposed to form a new road
+southward from the Exhibition Road to Alfred Place West.
+
+
+
+_Metropolitan District Railways_.
+
+
+Railways to complete an inner circle of railways within London, north of
+the Thames.
+
+Railways to form an outer circle round the Metropolis, north and south of
+the Thames, connected with existing railways.
+
+This Railway is represented by several Lines, connected with each other,
+within this parish, and are principally to be open cuttings, but having
+two tunnels on the west side of Church Street, one of 210 yards, and one
+other of 175 yards.
+
+Main outer circle, commencing by a junction with the London, Chatham, and
+Dover Railway, at the Wandsworth Road Station, and terminating at or near
+the Gloucester Road.
+
+This portion of the line enters the Parish from St. Luke’s Parish,
+Chelsea; at the Fulham Road, west of Selwood Lane, thence across the Old
+Brompton Road, through Gloucester Groves east and west, Harrington Road,
+to the west side of Gloucester Road.
+
+The rail to be laid about 18 feet below surface of existing road, present
+levels of road not to be interfered with.
+
+
+
+Line No. 5 on plan.
+
+
+A branch from the above rail by junction in Selwood Lane, crossing the
+Old Brompton Road, continuing eastward through the north end of Bute
+Street, south of Cromwell Lane; recrossing Old Brompton Road to a
+terminus between Pelham Road and Alfred Place West.  Within the line of
+limitation is included the north side of Pelham Road, the south-west side
+of Thurloe Square, south side of Alfred Place West.  Rail to be laid
+about 21 feet below surface of existing roads.  Surface levels of roads
+unaltered.
+
+It is proposed to form a New Road from Alfred Place West, northward, to
+the Exhibition Road.
+
+
+
+Line No. 6a on plan.
+
+
+A line connecting Railway No. 1 with Railway No. 5, by a junction at the
+north end of Bute Street, and proceeding westward to the rail on the west
+side of Gloucester Road.
+
+
+
+Line No. 6 on plan.
+
+
+A line commencing in Gloucester Road and proceeding northward through the
+Broadwood Estate, south end of Stanford Road, including the whole of
+Merton Road, through playground of Kensington Grammar School, High
+Street, Kensington, west of the Vestry Hall, Hornton Mews, ground at the
+rear of Hornton Street, Holland Street, west side of Vicarage Street,
+Pitt Street, Gordon Place, Campden Grove, Gloucester Terraces the grounds
+of Campden House, across Sheffield Terrace and Bedford Place, Campden
+Street, Peel Street, Edge Terrace, Kensington Place, enclosing from the
+east side of New Street to the west side of St. James’s Street.
+
+Rail in no case less than 16′:9″ below surface of road, present level of
+roads unaltered.
+
+
+
+Line No. 7 on plan.
+
+
+A Line commencing with junction from Line No. 6, by the Merton Road, and
+proceeding westward, fronting on Earl’s Court Gardens, across Earl’s
+Court Road, Warwick Road, to a junction with the West London Railway,
+south of the Richmond Road.
+
+Top of rail in no case less than 15′:9″ below surface of road, levels of
+existing roads unaltered.
+
+
+
+Line No. 8 on plan.
+
+
+Commencing at junction with Line No. 7, on the east side of Warwick Road,
+and running westward into the West London Railway.
+
+Level of Warwick Road unaltered.
+
+
+
+Line No. 9 on plan.
+
+
+Commencing on the west side of Gloucester Road, north of Redfield Lane,
+and joining Line No. 7, by Redfield Lane.
+
+
+
+Line No. 10 on plan.
+
+
+Commencing at the termination of Line No. 6, on the south side of
+Uxbridge Street, crossing the High Street, Notting Hill, traversing the
+south portion of Pembridge Gardens to the east side of Pembridge
+Crescent, Pembridge Villas, Ledbury Road, to the Parish Boundary north of
+Lonsdale Road to the Great Western Railway, and thence to Hackney Wick.
+
+Top of rail in no case less than 15′:4″ below surface of road, levels of
+the various roads unaltered.
+
+
+
+Line No. 11 on plan.
+
+
+Commencing at a junction with the Hammersmith, Paddington, and City
+Junction Railway, on the north side of Lancaster Road, by Ladbroke Road,
+continuing eastward north of Lancaster Road, across Portobello Lane, to
+the Great Western Railway, leaving this Parish at St. Luke’s Road.
+
+This Line will be carried over Portobello Lane by an arch 15 feet high,
+span 25 feet.
+
+
+
+Line No. 12 on plan.
+
+
+A Line commencing and continuing on the north side of the Great Western
+Railway, on the east side of Kensal Green Lane.
+
+
+
+_Charing Cross Western Railway_.
+
+
+Construction of railways from the Charing Cross Railway at Lambeth, to
+the West London Extension Railway at Kensington and to Hammersmith.
+
+Entering this Parish at the Fulham Road by Marlborough Road, proceeding
+along Pelham Road, taking the buildings on the north side, crossing Old
+Brompton Road, Cromwell Lane, by the north end of Bute Street, Prince
+Albert Road, south side of Cromwell Road across Gloucester Road,
+north-east end of Earl’s Court Gardens, South Row, North Row, Earl’s
+Court Road, land between Earl’s Court Road, and a new private road on
+Lord Kensington’s estate in continuation of the Warwick Road, Alma Road,
+to west London Extension Railway, thence into the parish of Fulham,
+returning into the Parish boundary opposite Portland Place, Kensington
+Road.
+
+The rail in no case to be less than 17 feet below surface, and the
+various roads intersected to remain at their present levels, excepting
+Warwick Road (private), which is to be raised 10 feet.
+
+
+
+Railway No. 3 on plan.
+
+
+A Line in connection with Line No. 1, commencing on the south side of the
+Alma Road, crossing the West London Extension Railway into the Parish of
+Fulham.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+NOTE.—The Metropolitan Railway, the Metropolitan District Railways, and
+the Charing Cross Western Railway are to be executed principally as open
+cuttings, in many cases bisecting roads, or traversing them, but in most
+cases interfering with the sewers.
+
+
+
+_Metropolitan Grand Union Railway_.
+
+
+Railway No. 1 on plan.
+
+
+A railway commencing by a junction with the West London Railway in the
+Parish of St. Mary Abbotts, Kensington, and terminating by a junction
+with the London and Blackwall Railway.
+
+Commencing in this Parish on the West London Railway, north of the
+Kensington Station, and diverges southward into the Parish of
+Hammersmith, passing through the Hammersmith Road at the rear of Portland
+Place, returning into this Parish by Shaftesbury Terrace, Warwick Road,
+through Land to Earl’s Court Road, Land at the rear of St. Philip’s
+Church, Wright’s Lane, south of Redfield Lane, to Gloucester Road, along
+by Gloucester Grove at the north of Old Brompton Road, through Bute
+Street, Old Brompton Road, Pelham Road, Fulham Road, into the Parish of
+Chelsea by Marlborough Road.
+
+This Line is proposed to be executed as an open cutting, varying in depth
+from 21 to 30 feet, with 218 yards of tunnel 18 feet 6 inches high,
+between Earl’s Court and Wright’s Lane, and tunnel again 22 feet 6 inches
+high from Old Brompton Road, along Pelham road to Fulham Road, levels of
+roads unaltered, interruption of sewers to be provided for.
+
+
+Railway No. 3 on plan.
+
+
+Commences by a junction with Line No. 1, in Pelham Street, and proceeds
+northerly through Alfred Place, West, Old Brompton Road, by Thurlow
+Place, Cromwell Road, and traversing Exhibition Road, and thence to a
+junction with the Metropolitan Railway, Paddington.
+
+This portion of railway is proposed to be executed as a tunnel.
+
+Road levels unaltered; interruption of sewer to be provided for.
+
+
+
+_South Kensington_, _New Road_, _Road from Cadogan Place to South
+Kensington_.
+
+
+For making a street or road commencing in the Parish of St. Luke’s,
+Chelsea, at the West End of Pont Street, crossing Cadogan Place and
+Sloane Street, through Land between Hans Place and the Pavilion, to and
+through Walton Street into the Parish of Kensington, at the south end of
+Ovington Square, through Yeoman’s Row, Michael’s Grove, Michael’s Place,
+York Cottages, into Brompton Road, opposite Kensington Museum.
+
+The Plan shews a new road of a length in this Parish of 1,360 feet, being
+from Brompton Road to the Parish Boundary by Ovington Square, of an
+average width of 100 feet; the road to be finished at the levels of the
+existing roads, excepting at the junction of Michael’s Grove with
+Brompton Crescent, where it is proposed to raise the road 2′3″.
+
+Powers are sought to purchase in this Parish the Premises comprising
+Thurloe Place, York Cottages, northern side of North Terrace, Michael’s
+Place to Michael’s Grove, east end of Brompton Crescent, Michael’s Grove,
+Yeoman’s Row, south end of Ovington Square, and Grove Place.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+The several railways herein described as passing into or through this
+Parish more or less interfere with or remove property now rated.  I
+submit it will be for the Vestry to consider whether the facilities of
+railway communication will counterbalance the present loss upon the rates
+that may be sustained.  Also, to consider whether all the projected
+schemes, or any one of them, would form a check to, or encourage the
+large building operations now progressing, or contemplated: under any
+circumstances, it will be necessary for the Vestry to take such steps for
+the proper protection of such roads and sewers as are proposed to be
+interfered with by the projected lines.
+
+                                                      I remain, Gentlemen,
+                                                    Your obedient Servant,
+                                                        JAMES BROADBRIDGE.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+JOHN LEECH'S PICTURES OF LIFE AND CHARACTER
+
+Volume Three (of Three)
+
+FROM THE COLLECTION OF "MR. PUNCH"
+
+LONDON: BRADBURY, AGNEW, & CO.,
+
+1887
+
+
+
+Transcriber's Note: The only text in this file is that drawn in the images. This is not easily read unless viewing the "medium size" and "original size" available by link under each image.
+
+
+
+
+
+INDEX
+
+
+  Abuse of the Aspirate, The ............................1863...021...021
+
+  Accepting a Situation .................................1856...040...040
+
+  Across Country.........................................1864...181...181
+
+  Advice Gratis .........................................1863...187...187
+
+  After Dundreary .......................................1862...201...201
+
+  After Supper- Strange Admission........................1861...198...198
+
+  All the Difference.....................................1863...199...199
+
+  Ambition ..............................................1863...039...039
+
+  An Afflicted One ......................................1853...214...214
+
+  An Idea for a Wet Day .................................1863...215...215
+
+  An Interesting Question ...............................1859...204...204
+
+  An Old Friend .........................................1853...257...257
+
+  Ancient Britons, The ..................................1861...001...001
+
+  Another Pretty Little Americanism .....................1864...167...167
+
+  Anxious Inquirers .....................................1863...143...143
+
+  Anxious to Preserve our Figure, take a Turkish Bath....1861...212...212
+
+  Aquatics - When the Bees are Swarming .................1858...059...059
+
+  Aristocratic Hotel Company, The........................1863...041...041
+                                             ...043...043...043...043...044...044
+
+  Art Treasures ..... ...................................1860...119...119
+
+  At a Rifle Competee-tion in the North..................1863...202...202
+
+  At Dieppe .............................................1862...118...118
+
+  Attempted Fraud on the Railway ........................1863...241...241
+
+  Awful Apparition ......................................1861...171...171
+
+  Awful Tale of an Eel ..................................1858...208...208
+
+  Awkward for Papa ......................................1863...022...022
+
+
+  Badly Hit During the Recent Engagement with the Guards.1863...236...236
+
+  Ball, The .............................................1862...191...191
+
+  Battue, The ...........................................1862...125...125
+
+  Beach, The - A Sketch for Warm Weather.................1862...161...161
+                                             ...162...162...163...163...164...164
+
+  Bear Baiting ..........................................1862...211...211
+
+  Benevolence ...........................................1860...061...061
+
+  Beware of Artillery Whiskers...........................1861...011...011
+
+  Billiards..............................................1864...169...169
+
+  Bit of Household Stuff, A .............................1862...238...238
+
+  Biter Bit, The ........................................1864...243...243
+
+  Black Diamond, The - The Real Mountain of Light........1851...246...246
+
+  Bores of the Beach, The ...............................1860...101...101
+
+  Bouncer, A.............................................1860...094...094
+
+  Board and Lodging .....................................1864...064...064
+
+  Bois de Boulogne-For Cavaliers only....................1863...118...118
+
+  Box of Books from London, The .........................1856...233...233
+
+  Breaking the Bye-Laws .................................1852...220...220
+
+  Brighton Jewels........................................1860...237...237
+
+  Brilliant Suggestion, A, Presented gratis to the Horse.1858...261...261
+
+  Broken Country, A .....................................1864...234...234
+
+  Brook Jump, The........................................1863...145...145
+
+  By the Fast Train .....................................1861...115...115
+
+  By your Leave .........................................1859...049...049
+
+  Cabman Guide, The .....................................1801...052...052
+
+  Canine.................................................1863...048...048
+
+  Capillary Attractions .................................1858...035...035
+
+  Capital Finish, A......................................1860...156...156
+
+  Carte de Visite, The ..................................1862...157...157
+
+  Cause and Effect ......................................1864.... 057
+
+  Caution to the Unwary, A ..............................1859...014...014
+
+  Chaff .................................................1862...103...103
+
+  Chamber Practice.......................................1860...129...129
+
+  Chance for Jeames, A ..................................1860...053...053
+
+  Channel Passage, The...................................1862...206...206
+
+  Chip of the Old Block, A...............................1862...190...190
+
+  Christening of Jones's First, The .....................1803...142...142
+
+  Clerical Beard Movement, The ..........................1861...049...049
+
+  Cockney at Dieppe, A...................................1851...254...254
+
+  Coincidence, A.........................................1860...032...032
+
+  Collar Mania, The .....................................1854...064...064
+
+  Comfortable Quarters ..................................1859...152...152
+
+  Comforter, A...........................................1862...019...019
+
+  Complimentary..........................................1864...225...225
+
+  Complimentary to Paterfamilias.........................1860...016...016
+
+  Confirmed Bachelor.....................................1861...159...159
+
+  Connoisseur, A ........................................1859...135...135
+
+  Considerate Attention .................................1860...026...026
+
+  Consolation ...........................................1859...094...094
+
+  Consolation ...........................................1861...130...130
+
+  Consoling from Consols ................................1862...096...096
+
+  Consummation devoutly to be wished, A..................1862...021...021
+
+  Contemplative Man's Recreation, The....................1860...137...137
+
+  Contented Mind, A .....................................1860...138...138
+
+  Cook's Morning Service, The............................1863...220...220
+
+  Costermonger as he is, and as he might be, The ........1863...167...167
+
+  Country Races-Amateur Professionals....................1855...215...215
+
+  Courtesies of Travel, The..............................1859...123...123
+
+  Cricket-The Pride of the Village.......................1863...058...058
+
+  Crinoline for Domestic use ............................1862...132...132
+
+  Crinoline for Domestic use ............................1862...235...235
+
+  Croquet ...............................................1863...106...106
+
+  Crossing-Sweeper Nuisance, The ........................1856...008...008
+
+  Cruel .................................................1861...004...004
+
+  Cruel Joke at a Fete...................................1859...193...193
+
+  Cub-Hunting............................................1862...203...203
+
+  Curious Echo at a Railway Station......................1861...127...127
+
+  Curious effect of Relaxing Air.........................1849...104...104
+
+
+  Dabbling...............................................1861...024...024
+
+  Darlings, The, see the 38th Volunteers Drilled ........1861...002...002
+
+  Day at Biarritz, A.....................................1863...244...244
+                                                             ...245...245
+
+  Day with the Stag, A ..................................1856...252...252
+
+  Day's Amusement, A ....................................1864...203...203
+
+  Day's Pleasure, A..... ................................1860...025...025
+
+  Deal, A ...............................................1863...152...152
+
+  Debate on the New Ministry ............................1858...088...088
+
+  Decidedly .............................................1860...166...166
+
+  De Gustibus, &c........................................1858...258...258
+
+  Delicate Hint, A ......................................1863...018...018
+
+  Dclicious..............................................1862...136...136
+
+  Difference in Opinion, A...............................1863...012...012
+
+  Difficult Task, A .....................................1850...127...127
+
+  Dignity and Impudence .................................1861...060...060
+
+  Dignity and Impudence .................................1858...150...150
+
+  Dignity of Age, The....................................1856...015...015
+
+  Diner à la Russe ......................................1862...126...126
+
+  Dining under Difficulties..............................1861...008...008
+
+  Dinner-Bell, The ......................................1849...259...259
+
+  Dip in French Waters, A................................1862...063...063
+
+  Dissenters in the University...........................1855...127...127
+
+  District Telegraph, The ...............................1863...023...023
+
+  Disturbed Imagination, A ..............................1859...230...230
+
+  Diving Belles..........................................1862...118...118
+
+  Dog-days, The .........................................1864...218...218
+
+  Doing a little Business ...............................1864...247...247
+
+  Doosed aggravating for Cornet Hinders..................1863...055...055
+
+  Doubtful Compliment, A.................................1862...126...126
+
+  Dramatic...............................................1863...231...231
+
+  Drawing Room, A .......................................1858...127...127
+
+  Drawing Room, The .....................................1863...014...014
+
+  Dried Up ..............................................1859...086...086
+
+  Duet under Difficulties, A ............................1863...176...176
+
+  Dust Ilo! The Long Dress Nuisance......................1863...184...184
+
+
+  Effect of Sixpence a Mile..............................1857...157...157
+
+  Effect of Stopping the Grog ...........................1849...154...154
+
+  Effects of the "Weather on a Sensitive Plant ..........1861...172...172
+
+  Emphatic ..............................................1861...004...004
+
+  End of a Friend of the Family .........................1862...116...116
+
+  Engaged Ones, The .....................................1847...168...168
+
+  English Darlings reflected in a French Mirror..........1862...098...098
+
+  English Gold Field, An ................................1854...036...036
+
+  English Soldiers according to French Notions ..........1860...098...098
+
+  Escort, An.............................................1862...148...148
+
+  Excess of Cleanliness, An .............................1860...023...023
+
+  Exhausted Student, The ................................1862...065...065
+
+  Express ...............................................1864...066...066
+
+  Experiment on a Vile Body, An..........................1859...029...029
+
+  Extravagance...........................................1858...029...029
+
+
+  Facetious Inference, A ................................1861...007...007
+
+  Fact, A ...............................................1860...018...018
+
+  Fact, A ...............................................1860...153...153
+
+  False Alarm, surely!  .................................1861...052...052
+
+  Family Box at the Theatre, A...........................1857...257...257
+
+  Fancy Fair, The .......................................1864...214...214
+
+  Fancy Scene, A-Winning the Gloves......................1860...224...224
+
+  Fancy Sketch...........................................1860...033...033
+
+  Farewell...............................................1856...264...264
+
+  Fashion for next Summer, The ..........................1860...139...139
+
+  Fashions in Hair ......................................1862...107...107
+
+  Fatuous Fashion, A ....................................1858...219...219
+
+  Fellow Martyrs ........................................1864...193...193
+
+  Feminine Rivalry ......................................1864...175...175
+
+  Financial Difficulty, A................................1861...013...013
+
+  Financial Question, The ...............................1862...259...259
+
+  Fine Polish, A ........................................1852...096...096
+
+  First Beginnings ......................................1863...194...194
+
+  First Day of the Season ...............................1861...035...035
+
+  First of September ....................................1852...070...070
+
+  Fitting Hospitality ...................................1863...176...176
+
+  Flagrant Attempt, A....................................1862...177...177
+
+  Flattering Proposal ...................................1860...155...155
+
+  Flunkeiana.............................................1848...104...104
+
+  Flunkeiana.............................................1864...205...205
+
+  Flunkey in Trouble, A..................................1864...199...199
+
+  Fly-Fishing ...........................................1863...170...170
+
+  Fond Delusion .........................................1860...131...131
+
+  Force of Habit ........................................1864...146...146
+
+  Force of Habit (for Family People only)................1861...203...203
+
+  Foreign Infliction, A .................................1859...222...222
+
+  For-rad,-For-rad-Away! ................................1861...209...209
+
+  Freaks of a Pet Dog....................................1852...210...210
+
+  Freshener on the Downs, A..............................1857...120...120
+
+  Friendly Prescription .................................1856...021...021
+
+  Frivolity..............................................1858...099...099
+
+  Frolic Home after a Blank Day, A ......................1859...196...196
+
+  Furniture Removal Agency, A ...........................1860...214...214
+
+
+  Gale, The..............................................1862...073...073
+
+  Garotte Effect, A......................................1863...119...119
+
+  Generous Offer ............. ..........................1860...045...045
+
+  Gent at Cost Price, A .................................1856...155...155
+
+  Geographical Joke, A ..................................1855...143...143
+
+  Going North ...........................................1862...081...081
+
+  Going Out of Town .....................................1860...016...016
+
+  Going through the Alphabet ............................1860...306...306
+
+  Going to Court ........................................1863...344...344
+
+  Going to Cover.........................................1861...324...324
+
+  Gold Field in the "Diggins," A.........................1854...037...037
+
+  Gone Away! ............................................1861...030...030
+
+  Good Blacking .........................................1853...102...102
+
+  Gordian Knot for Robinson, A ..........................1862...017...017
+
+  Grand National Rose Show...............................1858...232...232
+
+  Great Bonnet Question, The ............................1857...254...254
+
+  Great Exhibition ......................................1862...243...243
+
+  Great Whisker Cutting Movement, The ...................1861...116...116
+
+  Grievance, A...........................................1863...141...141
+
+  Ground Swell, A .......................................1S61...028...028
+
+  Groundless Alarm.......................................1861...170...170
+
+  Groundless Alarm.......................................1862...142...142
+
+  Guardian of the Field, The.............................1855...131...131
+
+  Harry takes bis Cousins to see the Hounds Meet.........1862...145...145
+
+  Haymarket and Thereabout, The..........................1862...088...088
+
+  Healthy and Amusing Game ..............................1860...045...045
+
+  Held in Cheek .........................................1858...033...033
+
+  Helping Him On ........................................1861...061...061
+
+  Hero Worship ..........................................1850...221...221
+
+  Hint to the Engaged Ones of England, A.................1859...239...239
+
+  Hint to Travellers.....................................1860...048...048
+
+  History-The Ancient Britons ...........................1861...001...001
+
+  Holidays at Home.......................................1860...183...183
+
+  Hopeful Prospect, A....................................1863...010...010
+
+  Horrid Girl............................................1861...144...144
+
+  Horse Dealer's Logic, A ...............................1863...140...140
+
+  Hot Chestnut, A, is very Good after Dinner.............1862...217...217
+
+  Household Economy......................................1861...138...138
+
+  How Not to Do It.......................................1863...242...242
+
+  How to Bother Cabby....................................1863...213...213
+
+  How to Clear a Carriage for a Cigar ...................1864...182...182
+
+  How to Make a Watering Place Pleasant..................1861...024...024
+
+  How Would it be Without Crinoline? ....................1864...197...197
+
+  Humour of the Streets, The ............................1860...090...090
+
+  Humour of the Streets, The ............................1861...139...139
+
+  Hunting from Town......................................1862...147...147
+
+  Hurrah! ...............................................1860...263...263
+
+  Hush!  Hush!  .........................................1863...122...122
+
+  Hygienic Pleasure, A ..................................1863...200...200
+
+
+  Idle Servant, The .....................................1863...099...099
+
+  Immense Treat for the Party Concerned..................186l...102...102
+
+  Important Matter ......................................1860...149...149
+
+  Impostor, An...........................................1863...150...150
+
+  Improving the Time.....................................1857...341...341
+
+  Impudence .............................................1849...230...230
+
+  In Barracks............................................1860...094...094
+
+  Incident of Travel, An.................................1859...088...088
+
+  Incident of Travel, An.................................1864...158...158
+
+  Influence of the Railway on the Rhine..................1864...173...173
+
+  In Good Society........................................1851...249...249
+
+  Injured Brother, An....................................1861...015...015
+
+  In Search of Excitement ...............................1850...246...246
+
+  "In the Bay of Biscay, O!" ................ ...........1862...115...115
+
+  Innocent Delusions ....................................1863...139...139
+
+  Inquiring Mind, An.....................................1861...045...045
+
+  In Search of a Victim .................................1860...011...011
+
+  In State ..............................................1844...146...146
+
+  In the Volunteers .....................................1862...025...025
+
+  Invalid, The ..........................................1860...103...103
+
+  Irresistible ..........................................1860...069...069
+
+  It is Safer to go with your Animal.....................1862...147...147
+
+
+  John Bull à la Française...............................1855...262...262
+
+  John Tomkins and'Arry Bloater .........................1862...068...068
+
+  Jolly Anglers..........................................1864...125...125
+
+  Jolly Game, A .........................................1857...221...221
+
+  Jumping to a Conclusion ...............................1864...206...206
+
+  Junior Counsel, A........ .............................1848...257...257
+
+
+  Knowing Animal, A .....................................1857...187...187
+
+
+  Ladies' Lap Dog Show, The..............................1862...254...254
+
+  Lady Audley's Secret ..................................1863...009...009
+
+  La Mode................................................1860...354...354
+
+  La Mode-The Zouave Jacket .............................1860...056...056
+
+  Last Day at the Seaside, The-Packing Up ...............1861...027...027
+
+  Last New Thing in Cloaks, The..........................1859...107...107
+
+  Last Sweet Thing in Hats, The..........................1859...028...028
+
+  Late from the School-room..............................1860...012...012
+
+  Latest Fashion, The....................................1857...111...111
+
+  Latest Fast Thing, The ................................1863...039...039
+
+  Latest Improvement, The ...............................1856...069...069
+
+  Latest from Abroad-Powder and all the Rest of it.......1862...048...048
+
+  Latest Style, The .....................................1856...106...106
+
+  Legal Solfeggio, The ..................................1846...116...116
+
+  Le Sport...............................................1862...256...256
+
+  Lesson, The ...........................................1862...002...002
+
+  Lesson in French, A...V................................1855...086...086
+
+  Like unto Like ........................................1862...211...211
+
+  Likely Bait, A ........................................1860...178...178
+
+  Likely Case, A.........................................1855...050...050
+
+  Linguist, The..........................................1863...065...065
+
+  Little Bit of Yorkshire, A ............................1864...212...212
+
+  Little Family Breeze, A ...............................1864...173...173
+
+  Little Farce at a Railway Station, A...................1859...063...063
+
+  Little Railway Drama, A................................1863...186...186
+
+  Little Rowlands* Macassar Wanted Somewhere, A .........1863...099...099
+
+  Little Scene at Brussels, A ...........................1864...209...209
+
+  Little Smoke-Jack, A ..................................1863...131...131
+
+  London Cream ..........................................1864...146...146
+
+  London Highlanders.....................................1861...200...200
+
+  Looking at it Pleasantly ..............................1864...123...123
+
+  "Love's Course Never Did" You Know.....................1864...205...205
+
+  Loving Cup, A..........................................1858...104...104
+
+  Lowest Depth, The......................................1864...211...211
+
+  Lucid Explanation, A ..................................1852...063...063
+
+  Making it Intelligible.................................1864...202...202
+
+  Making the Best of It .................................1858...007...007
+
+  Malvern Hills, The ....................................1864...262...262
+
+  Man of Discrimination, A ..............................1863...188...188
+
+  Man of Ideas, A .......................................1861...174...174
+
+  Man's Rooms at the Temple, A...........................1863...106...106
+
+  Marriage Question, The ................................1858...047...047
+
+  Master and Man-A Pretty State of Things................1861...064...064
+
+  Medium, A..............................................1861...079...079
+
+  Mere Trifle, A ........................................1862...134...134
+
+  Mermaid, A ............................................1854...058...058
+
+  Militia Man, A.........................................1854...076...076
+
+  Mistaking a Title .....................................1860...065...065
+
+  Moral of it, The ......................................1862...235...235
+
+  Morning Ride, The .....................................1863...248...248
+
+  Mossoo Learning to Swim ...............................1862...118...118
+
+  Most Flattering........................................1861...216...216
+
+  Most Offensive ........................................1859...021...021
+
+  Mr, Briggs's Adventuresin the Highlands................1861...081...081
+     ...083...083...085...085...087...087...089...089...091...091...093...093...095...095...097...097
+
+  Mr. Briggs's Horse Taming Experiences..................1863...258...258
+                                                             ...261...261
+
+  Mrs. J. has the Best of It ............................1860...055...055
+
+  Muscular Education - The Private Tutor ................1860...110...110
+
+  Natural Impatience.....................................1860...046...046
+
+  Nature when Unadorned, &c..............................1861...054...054
+
+  New Leathers, too!.....................................1861...031...031
+
+  NeW Ride, The, Frightful Scene in Kensington Gardens...1860...247...247
+
+  New School, The........................................1862...136...136
+
+  Nicc Game for Two or More, A ..........................1861...110...110
+
+  Nice Little Dinner, The ...............................1853...063...063
+
+  Nightmare, A ..........................................1862...250...250
+
+  No Doubt of It.........................................1860...073...073
+
+  Not a bad Judge .......................................1859...101...101
+
+  Not a doubtful Race....................................1845...250...250
+
+  Nothing like doing it Thoroughly ......................1864...179...179
+
+  Nothing Eke Mountain Air ..............................1860...047...047
+
+  Not so bad as he seems ................................1860...359...359
+
+  Not so Easy ...........................................1853...160...160
+
+  Not such a bad Thing in a Shower ......................1860...057...057
+
+  Novel Suggestion ......................................1863...078...078
+
+  Now I'm Papa ..........................................1860...108...108
+
+  No. 999, Government Transport .........................1855...114...114
+
+  Object of Attraction, An ..............................1860...189...189
+
+  Ocular Demonstration ..................................1857...157...157
+
+  Office Incident, An ...................................1863...124...124
+
+  Old School ............................................1862...023...023
+
+  On Duty ...............................................1844...134...134
+
+  Oh, how Jolly!.........................................1859...101...101
+
+  Oh, that I were in that Balcony! ......................1864...180...180
+
+  On a Parisian Boulevard................................1861...109...109
+
+  One Night from Home....................................1861...006...006
+
+  One of the Right Sort..................................1860...034...034
+
+  One-sided View, A .....................................1846...260...260
+
+  On the Racecourse .....................................1852...109...109
+
+  On the Sands...........................................1860...074...074
+
+  On the Way to Parade...................................1860...068...068
+
+  Opportunity, An .......................................1862...128...128
+
+  Opposite Opinions .....................................1859...056...056
+
+  Order we hope to see issued, An .......................1861...156...156
+
+  Organ Grinding Nuisance, The ..........................1864...255...255
+
+  Our Foreign Visitors ..................................1861...156...156
+
+  Our Indolent Young Man ................................1859...079...079
+
+  Our National Defences .................................1860...102...102
+
+  Our Volunteers.........................................1860...019...019
+
+  Out of his Element ....................................1862...256...256
+
+  Outrage upon a Gallant Tnrk............................1856...253...253
+
+  Oysters ...............................................1864...140...140
+
+
+  Painful Subject, A ....................................1861...121...121
+
+  Partridge Shooting ....................................1860...097...097
+
+  Partridge Shooting ....................................1863...223...223
+
+  Persuasive ............................................1863...060...060
+
+  Pet-Love...............................................1862...149...149
+
+  Philosophy in Sport....................................1859...171...171
+
+  Photograph, The .......................................1861...132...132
+
+  Pious Public-House, The................................1855...112...112
+
+  Pitiable Objects ......................................1862...053...053
+
+  Pheasant Shooting, A Warm Corner.......................1858...117...117
+
+  Pleasant...............................................1863...148...148
+
+  Tleasant Intelligence .................................1863...076...076
+
+  Pleasant Prospect, A ..................................1864...253...253
+
+  Pleasures of the Country, The..........................1863...191...191
+
+  Pleasures of the Sea, The..............................1857...241...241
+
+  Pleasures of Vegetarianism ............................1852...086...086
+
+  Pluck!  ...............................................1863...104...104
+
+  Polite Attention ......................................1861...022...022
+
+  Political Prospects ...................................1859...020...020
+
+  Poor Cousin Charles ...................................1864...190...190
+
+  Poor Fellow ...........................................1863...108...108
+
+  Poor Little Fellow ....................................1861...033...033
+
+  Portrait, The,-Finishing Touch to the Dress ...........1862...074...074
+
+  Portrait of a certain Student who is Reading so hard...1861...026...026
+
+  Poser, A...............................................1861...003...003
+
+  Posing a Customer .....................................1861...084...084
+
+  Positive Fact, of Course ..............................1862...013...013
+
+  Practising for a Match........ ........................1862...174...174
+
+  Practising on a Patient................................1858...124...124
+
+  Preliminary Canter, A..................................1862...168...168
+
+  Prepared for Garottcrs.................................1863...192...192
+
+  Prevention is Better than Cure ........................1863...198...198
+
+  Pretty Exhibition near Bromplon, A.....................1862...189...189
+
+  Private Theatricals-The Mouslaches.....................1860...066...066
+
+  Probability, A—"Hold your Zebra, Sir?" ...............1858...070...070
+
+  Problem for Young Ladies, A............................1862...032...032
+
+  Professional ..........................................1859...005...005
+
+  Profligate Pastrycook's, The ..........................1855...113...113
+
+  Progress of Civilization...............................1854...178...178
+
+  Proper Precaution, A ..................................1862...031...031
+
+  Prudence...............................................1862...121...121
+
+  Prudential Assurance ..................................1859...075...075
+
+  Putting his Foot in it ................................1864...225...225
+
+  Putting it Blandly.....................................1863...109...109
+
+  Putting Principle into Practice .......................1861...058...058
+
+
+  Quiet Rebuke, A .......................................1864...137...137
+
+  Quip Modest, The.......................................1862...122...122
+
+  Quite Exhausted .......................................1856...140...140
+
+
+  Race for a Fare, A ....................................1859...107...107
+
+  Raillery ..............................................1864...207...207
+
+  Railway Grievance .....................................1864...233...233
+
+  Railway Morals.........................................1864...141...141
+
+  Rather a Kitcheny way of Putting it ...................1863...143...143
+
+  Rather a Knowing Thing in Nets ........................1860...046...046
+
+  Rather Keen ...........................................1859...195...195
+
+  Rather 'Ossy............... ...........................1863...223...223
+
+  Rather Vulgar, but Perfectly True......................1862...051...051
+
+  Ready when Wanted, or Militia Volunteers...............1854...228...228
+                                                             ...229...229
+
+  Real Enjoyment ........................................1861...076...076
+
+  Reai Independence .....................................1863...201...201
+
+  Real Tragedy ..........................................1864...134...134
+
+  Real Treasure, A ......................................1859...001...001
+
+  Recreation for the Horse Guards .......................1851...240...240
+
+  Relaxation.............................................1861...023...023
+
+  Repose ................................................1862...077...077
+
+  Resources of the Establishment ........................1860...050...050
+
+  Retaliation............................................1864...233...233
+
+  Return from the Races-Bois de Boulogne ................1864...232...232
+
+  Riding-hat Question, The ..............................1861...100...100
+
+  Rival Barrels, The ....................................1854...241...241
+
+
+  Sagacious Cabby, A ....................................1862...227...227
+
+  Salmon Fishing.........................................1863...133...133
+
+  Scarborough, At .......................................1862...227...227
+
+  Scene-A Certain gay Watering Place.....................1859...069...069
+
+  Scene at Sandbath .....................................1861...080...080
+
+  Sccne in a Modern Studio ..............................1856...029...029
+
+  Sccne on a Bridge at Paris ............................1863...226...226
+
+  Scene-The Row..........................................1863...217...217
+
+  School for Old Gentlemen, A............................1858...193...193
+
+  Sea-fishing ........................ ..................1863...005...005
+
+  Sea-side Studies.......................................1860...025...025
+
+  Sea-side Subject, A, Party in Search of Repose ........1862...054...054
+
+  Secular Pursuit, A..... ...............................1857...092...092
+
+  Self Importance........................................1861...011...011
+
+  Sensation Ball, The ...................................1862...088...088
+
+  Sensation Novel, The ..................................1864...194...194
+
+  Serious Complaint, A ..................................1855...155...155
+
+  Serious Drawback, A ...................................1861...009...009
+
+  Scrvantgalisra, No. XIII...............................1863...010...010
+
+  Servantgalism, No. XIV.................................1860...128...128
+
+  Servantgalism, No. XV..................................1864...169...169
+
+  Servantgalism, &c., No. XVI............................1863...220...220
+
+  Servantgalism in Australia-A Fact .....................1864...221...221
+
+  Severe.................................................1860...012...012
+
+  Serving Him Out .......................................1862...084...084
+
+  Shocking Incident in Real Life ........................1864...251...251
+
+  Shocking Young Lady Indeed, A .........................1860...067...067
+
+  Shoeburyncss...........................................1864...251...251
+
+  Short Cut through the Wood, A..........................1862...117...117
+
+  Sign of Progress, A ...................................1864...131...131
+
+  Singular Optical Delusion .............................1850...135...135
+
+  Sketch at a Steeple Chacc, A...........................1863...145...145
+
+  Sketch from a Study Window.............................1863...078...078
+
+  Sketch in St. James's Street, A .......................1860...007...007
+
+  Sketch on the Downs, A.................................1861...111...111
+
+  Sketch on the Sea-Coast during the Gale................1862...105...105
+
+  Sketches at Brighton ..................................1802...237...237
+
+  Sketching Master, The..................................1858...040...040
+
+  Slow Game, A ..........................................1863...105...105
+
+  Snooks has Joined a Rifle Corps .......................1861...192...192
+
+  Soap-Bubbles...........................................1857...186...186
+
+  Social Treadmill, The,—The Wedding Breakfast..........1857...063...063
+
+  Some more Foreign Visitors ............................1862...182...182
+
+  Something in that......................................1856...133...133
+
+  Something like a Description...........................1860...030...030
+
+  Something like an Inducement ..........................1860...184...184
+
+  Soothing Explanation ..................................1860...050...050
+
+  Sou'-Wester in a Sea-side Lodging-House, A ............1863...066...066
+
+  Special Pleader, A ....................................1861...143...143
+
+  Spirit-Rapping ........................................1860...232...232
+
+  Spirit Drawing by our own Medium, A....................1860...236...236
+
+  Spoon-shaped Bonnet, The...............................1860...066...066
+
+  Sport (?)Fowl Shooting ................................1860...347...347
+
+  Sporting Intelligence .................................1859...097...097
+
+  Sportive Elements, The ................................1860...246...246
+
+  Spread of the Volunteer Movement-Scene, the Schoolroom.1860...074...074
+
+  Startling Result.......................................1857...152...152
+
+  Steeple-Chacc Study, A ................................1860...185...185
+
+  Stolen Pleasures are Sweet ............................1863...051...051
+
+  Stont Assertion, A ....................................1863...123...123
+
+  Street Fight, A .......................................1864...211...211
+
+  Study of Crinoline, A .................................1858...216...216
+
+  Studies of Crinoline during an Equinoctial Gale .......1863...221...221
+
+  Subject for a Picture..................................1861...047...047
+
+  Submissive Husband, The ... ...........................1862...233...233
+
+  Suburban Flyman, The ..................................1864...207...207
+
+  Successful Angling.....................................1849...254...254
+
+  Summer Visitors .......................................1855...022...022
+
+  Superfluous Advice ....................................1847...213...213
+
+
+  Table d'hote à Paris, A ...............................1864...219...219
+
+  Taking it Manfully ....................................1860...195...195
+
+  Taking the Risks ......................................1861...120...120
+
+  Terrible Threat, A ....................................1862...034...034
+
+  The Very Thing ........................................1860...133...133
+
+  Those Horrid Boys Again ... ...........................1860...015...015
+
+  Tit Bit, A ............................................1861...082...082
+
+  To be Pitied ............ .............................1863...181...181
+
+  Tolerably Broad Hint, A................................1859...130...130
+
+  Toll-Bar Nuisance, The ................................1864...154...154
+
+  Too Pad................................................1862...116...116
+
+  Too Bad, by Jove Î You Know ...........................1860...053...053
+
+  Too Clever by Half ....................................1863...008...008
+
+  Towards the Close of the Season........................1856...092...092
+
+  Travellers' Luggage....................................1860...020...020
+
+  True Tale, A.................... ......................1863...126...126
+
+  Truly Delightful ........ .............................1856...077...077
+
+  Tu Quoque .............................................1858...226...226
+
+  Tu Quoque, A ..........................................1861...009...009
+
+  Turning the Tables ; or a Little Sauce for the Gander..1862...108...108
+
+  Tyrant, A .............................................1859...058...058
+
+
+  Unexpected Always Happens, The.........................1860...109...109
+
+  Unexpected Arrival, An ................................1863...153...153
+
+  Unexpected Bliss ......................................1861...008...008
+
+  Unexpected Change, An..................................1860...017...017
+
+  Unfeeling Husband, An .................................1856...131...131
+
+  Unwelcome Pleasantry...................................1861...062...062
+
+  Useful and Ornamental .................................1861...149...149
+
+  Useful Appliances......................................1862...067...067
+
+  Useful at Last.........................................1861...008...008
+
+  Valuable Addition to the Aquarium......................1860...075...075
+
+  Vaulting Ambition......................................1856...065...065
+
+  Very Careful ..........................................1860...158...158
+
+  Very Considerate ......................................1864...240...240
+
+  Very Cruel Satire .....................................1860...151...151
+
+  Very Much Alive .. ....................................1856...177...177
+
+  Very Much at Sea.......................................1860...210...210
+
+  Very Rude Indeed.......................................1847...053...053
+
+  Very Slangy ...........................................1855...144...144
+
+  Very Thing, The .......................................1860...183...183
+
+  Very Vulgar Subject, A ................................1859...132...132
+
+  Victim to Over Exertion, A.............................1859...061...061
+
+  Visit to the Studio, A ................................1860...188...188
+
+  Vive le Sport Again....................................1862...194...194
+
+  Volunteer Review, The ..... ...........................1860...006...006
+
+  Vulpecide, The Base Indeed ............................1862...185...185
+
+
+  Waltzing of the Period ................................1861...165...165
+
+  Watering-Place Pleasure, A ............................1864...186...186
+
+  Weight for Age........... .............................1855...114...114
+
+  Well (?) Brought Up....................................1863...076...076
+
+  Well Over! Anyhow .....................................1863...100...100
+
+  Well! The Boldness of some People......................1861...027...027
+
+  Well Timed ............................................1864...135...135
+
+  We should Think it Did ................................1860...082...082
+
+  What is it?............................................1856...121...121
+
+  What Next? ............................................1854...178...178
+
+  What our Volunteers Ought Not to Do....................1862...231...231
+
+  What's the Matter with Him?............................1859...114...114
+
+  What's to be Done in July?.............................1861...020...020
+
+  What we could Bear a Good Deal of......................1863...204...204
+
+  What we Want to Know...................................1863...250...250
+
+  When Doctors Disagree, &c., &c.........................1844...234...234
+
+  Which is the Brute?....................................1858...234...234
+
+  Who would have Thought it ?............................1860...038...038
+
+  Wicket Proceeding, A...................................1863...057...057
+
+  Wind S. W., Fresh .....................................1859...018...018
+
+  Wire Fence, The .......................................1863...218...218
+
+  Word to the Wise, A ...................................1860...003...003
+
+
+  X-Cellent Notion, An ..................................1855...158...158
+
+
+  Yeomanry Service, The..................................1856...062...062
+
+  Yes, on Some People ...................................1859...016...016
+
+  Yet another Americanism................................1864...179...179
+
+  Young England..........................................1862...033...033
+
+  Young Northamptonshire.................................1859...151...151
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+HOW WE ROBBED MEXICO IN 1848
+
+By Robert H. Howe
+
+1916
+
+
+[Illustration: 001]
+
+
+
+|THERE is one page of our own history that our historians pass over
+lightly and to which America cannot point with any feeling of pride,
+but only with shame and disgrace. I refer to the Mexican war. When the
+causes and results of that war are studied it can be readily understood
+why the Mexicans hate us and why the rest of the South American
+republics view us with suspicion.
+
+Prior to the Mexican war the Nation was divided over the question of
+chattel slavery. That form of property had been abolished north of the
+Ohio river and Mason and Dixon line, but altho the South was still in
+the saddle, it felt that its seat was by no means secure. At that time
+the Nation consisted of 28 states, 14 of them free and 14 slave. States
+were admitted to the Union practically in pairs--one free and one slave
+state being admitted at the same time. This kept the United States
+Senate equally divided. But the more rapid growth of the population in
+the free states of the north threatened the political supremacy of the
+slave holding power. Wisconsin was applying for admission, and further
+west Minnesota, Dakota, Kansas and Nebraska loomed up as future free
+states. Louisiana, admitted in 1812, was the western limit of slave
+territory. Beyond Louisiana lay Mexico. Adventurers not only permitted,
+but encouraged by the slave power, entered Mexico and joined in a
+revolt against Mexico, and Texas was declared an independent state.
+Negotiations were immediately begun, looking to the annexation of Texas
+with the intention of dividing it into four states, and thus securing
+the South with a new lease of power.
+
+Upon its admission a conflict with Mexico arose over its western
+boundary--Mexico claimed that the Nueces river was the dividing line,
+while the United States claimed the territory to the Rio Grande. This
+left a strip about 150 miles wide as debatable ground. Here was a
+question that could easily have been settled by diplomacy and a treaty
+drawn up and the War of 1848 prevented. But the American army invaded
+the disputed territory and was met by resistance by the Mexicans-a
+number were killed and wounded and the rest compelled to surrender. The
+war spirit always lying dormant in some people was lashed into a frenzy
+by such public declarations as "Our country has been invaded," "American
+blood has been spilled on American soil," all of which sounds strangely
+familiar to us today.
+
+
+|General U. S. Grant was a soldier in the army at this time and it
+is pertinent at this point to quote the following extracts from his
+Personal Memoirs:
+
+"There was no intimation that the removal of the troops to the border
+of Louisiana was occasioned in any way by the prospective annexation
+of Texas, but it was generally understood that such was the case.
+_Ostensibly_ we were intended to prevent filibustering into Texas, but
+really as a menace to Mexico.... And to this day I regard the war
+which resulted as one of the most unjust ever waged by a stronger
+against a weaker nation. It was an instance of a republic following the
+bad example of European monarchies." (Vol. 1, Chapter III, page 53.)
+
+"The same people who, with permission of Mexico, had colonized Texas,
+and afterwards set up slavery there, and then seceded as soon as they
+felt strong enough to do so, offered themselves and the state to the
+United States, and in 1845 the offer was accepted. _The occupation,
+separation and annexation were, from the inception of the movement to
+its final consummation, a conspiracy to acquire territory out of
+which slave states may be formed for the American Union_. Even if the
+annexation itself could be justified, the manner in which the subsequent
+war _was forced upon Mexico cannot_."
+
+"The southern rebellion was largely the outgrowth of the Mexican war.
+_Nations_, like individuals, are punished for their transgressions. We
+got our punishment in the most sanguinary and expensive war of modern
+times." (Vol. 1, Chapter III, pages 54-56.)
+
+"The presence of United States troops on the edge of the disputed
+territory furthest from the Mexican settlements was not sufficient
+to provoke hostilities. _We were sent to provoke a fight_, but it was
+essential that Mexico should commence it. It was very doubtful whether
+congress would declare war, but if Mexico should attack our troops, the
+executive could announce: 'Whereas war exists, by the acts, etc.' and
+prosecute the contest with vigor." (Vol. 1, Chapter IV., page 68.)
+
+War was declared and it ended in the complete defeat of Mexico. And
+then the greed that incited the war gained full sway. The 150 miles of
+debatable ground, the dispute over which brought on the war, was lost
+sight of. Mexico, defeated and helpless, was forced to sign a treaty
+giving to the United States not only all of Texas, which in itself is
+as large as the whole German empire and New England together, but in
+addition, Colorado, Utah, Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona and California. Is
+it any wonder that the Mexicans hate us and call us "Pigs?"
+
+In the present agitation in America for the invasion of Mexico,
+ostensibly for the purpose of establishing order or punishing a bandit
+for an invasion which it has been declared on the floor of the United
+States Senate was organized and financed by Americans, they see a
+cleverly planned scheme of financiers to force intervention and they
+know that once the army and the flag were in Mexico they would remain
+permanently. They see that unless this is resisted to the death, the
+ultimate fate of Mexico is to be absorbed by the colossus of the North
+and her independence as a nation destroyed.
+
+There is abundant proof that their fears are well grounded by the record
+of events that have recently occurred in Central America and the West
+Indies. Some years ago Nicaragua borrowed $3,000,000 from J. P. Morgan &
+Co. of New York. A revolution broke out and this was urged as an
+excuse to land the marines from American warships to protect American
+interests. They are still there. America has established a protectorate
+over that country and the present congress has ratified a treaty and
+appropriated $3,000,000 for the exclusive right to the Nicaraguan canal
+route from the Atlantic to the Pacific, and it further stipulates that
+the money shall be used to pay its foreign debt under the advice and
+supervision of the Secretary of Treasury of the United States.
+
+This is an example of what is known as "dollar diplomacy." First get a
+nation into debt and the rest is easy.
+
+United States troops are also in possession of the Republics of Hayti
+and also of Santo Domingo under precisely similar conditions. The troops
+were landed and took possession of the Custom Houses; in other words, of
+the Nation's finances. Representatives of the United States are at the
+elbow of the native officials, dictating the expenditures and in general
+telling what may and may not be done.
+
+Porto Rico is the absolute property of the United States. Cuba is
+dominated by the American tobacco and sugar trusts and cannot make any
+treaty without the consent of the United States government.
+
+The Panama Canal strip was seized as the result of a plot formulated in
+Washington and of which President Roosevelt was fully advised--American
+warships were in the harbor when the so-called revolution was sprung. A
+provisional government was organized and immediately recognized by the
+powers at Washington; a treaty already drawn up was hastily adopted and
+accepted by Washington; the troops were landed and took possession of
+the ten-mile canal strip, and when the navy of Columbia, which consisted
+of one small gunboat, arrived, it was confronted with the American fleet
+and was helpless. All this was done within the space of forty-eight
+hours.
+
+And this dastardly piece of land piracy was endorsed by all the
+governments of Europe--Kaiser Wilhelm personally congratulated President
+Roosevelt. Ten million dollars was loaned by J. P. Morgan & Co. to the
+Republic of Panama and the bonds are guaranteed by the United States.
+
+In 1848 the dominant economic class was represented by the slave-owning,
+cotton-growing element in the South. They sent troops to the border of
+Mexico with the sole purpose of fomenting trouble so as to have some
+valid excuse for the invasion of Mexico. They succeeded and took from
+Mexico one-half of her territory.
+
+The dominant economic class today is represented by Banking, Railroad,
+Oil, Mining and other interests and they are playing the same game that
+the exploiters of chattel slaves played in 1848. To prove this is
+an easy matter, all one has to do is to read a few extracts from the
+current press.
+
+
+|From the Chicago _Tribune_, June 24, 1916: INTERVENTION GROWS IN FAVOR.
+
+Members of Congress Fear It Is Inevitable--Favor Annexing a Part.
+
+* * *
+
+It also transpires that many senators and representatives who advocate
+immediate intervention also favor annexing the northern portion of the
+republic as compensation for the cost of the undertaking. . . .
+
+Typical expressions of opinion follow:
+
+Representative Rainey--Events of the week seem to make it clear that
+there is no way of escaping intervention in Mexico. We have striven and
+striven to get along with our neighbor, but it seems impossible. We
+have on our southern border the longest boundary in existence between
+a civilized and a semi-civilized nation. To police it properly would
+require over 2,000,000 men. I favor taking over the northern tier of
+Mexican states.
+
+Representative Sabath--I hope it will not be necessary to intervene, but
+if we do and are forced to lose the lives of a number of men, we should
+annex the country either wholly or in part.
+
+
+
+_SHOULD DO A GOOD JOB._
+
+Representative Britten--If it becomes necessary to go into Mexico,
+we should make a complete job of it by annexing the northern tier of
+Mexican states.
+
+Representative Denison--If it turns out that our troops were treated
+treacherously we should not hesitate to intervene. We should go
+southward, taking the border with us. We should either do this or
+receive a large indemnity.
+
+On June 24, 1916, the Chicago _American_ printed a cartoon that pictured
+in the most brazen way what the capitalists intended to do, and followed
+it later with an editorial from which the following extracts are taken:
+
+"Nothing worth while will be accomplished by occasional 'punitive
+expeditions.'"...
+
+"The way to IMPRESS the Mexicans is to REPRESS the Mexicans. The way to
+begin is to say to them: . . .
+
+"We are no longer planning to catch this bandit or that. We are GOING
+INTO MEXICO. And as far as we GO, _we'll stay_." . . .
+
+"When you see an American soldier one hundred feet inside of Mexico,
+you may take it to mean that ONE HUNDRED FEET ARE NO LONGER MEXICAN, BUT
+UNITED STATES.
+
+"If you make it necessary for our soldiers to go in two hundred MILES,
+you can change your geographies and add two hundred miles to the United
+States.
+
+"In this way we hope to make you realize that it is not wise to make us
+go in TOO FAR."...
+
+"The United States OUGHT to make one single bite of the cherry, go down
+all the way, and civilize everything between the Rio Grande and the
+Panama Canal.
+
+"The right kind of American enthusiasm will eventually DO THAT."
+
+March 24, 1916, Senator James Hamilton Lewis introduced the following
+resolution in the Senate, recounting the fact that Villa, the "bandit,"
+was notoriously receiving support of both munitions and money from
+Americans.
+
+"The text of the Lewis "treason" resolution follows:
+
+_Whereas_, It is known to the authorities of the United States that
+funds and supplies are being furnished to the force and following of
+Villa in Mexico from foreign countries, and from sources in the United
+States of America, and
+
+_Whereas_, Such supplies and sustenance are being delivered for the
+purpose of being used against the soldiers of the United States and to
+oppose the authority of the United States; therefore, be it
+
+_Resolved_, That those who are furnishing supplies and sustenance to
+the force of Villa for the purpose of opposing the United States are
+the enemies of the United States, and those in the United States who are
+furnishing supplies and sustenance to the said Villa forces, either of
+money or provisions, arms and ammunition, are within the provision of
+the laws of the United States defining treason as giving aid and comfort
+to the enemies of the United States."...
+
+"I shall push my resolution vigorously," said Mr. Lewis, after the
+splutter of Mexican debate it had caused, died away. "I may call it up
+Saturday. The administration is in possession of means of information as
+to the identity of the persons or corporations who have been assisting
+this murderous Mexican bandit for the sake of filthy money or dirtier
+politics."
+
+"The nation would be amazed to learn the names of some of the men of
+national repute who are mixed up in the intrigue against national peace.
+Many of them are noisy champions of the campaign for preparedness."
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's How We Robbed Mexico in 1848, by Robert H. Howe
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+Produced by David Widger from page images generously
+provided by Google Books
+
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+
+THE WONDERFUL “ONE-HOSS-SHAY”
+
+And Other Poems
+
+By Oliver Wendell Holmes
+
+(Reprinted from the Atlantic Monthly of September, 1858)
+
+With numerous original illustrations by Thomas McIlvaine
+
+Frederick A. Stokes Company
+
+1897
+
+
+
+[Illustration: 008]
+
+[Illustration: 013]
+
+[Illustration: 014]
+
+
+
+
+THE DEACON'S MASTERPIECE:
+
+OR THE WONDERFUL “ONE-HOSS-SHAY.”
+
+A LOGICAL STORY.
+
+
+|Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss-shay,
+
+That was built in such a logical way?
+
+It ran a hundred years to a day,
+
+And then, of a sudden, it--ah, but stay,
+
+I'll tell you what happened without delay.=
+
+
+
+Scaring the parson into fits,
+
+Frightening people out of their wits,--
+
+Have you ever heard of that, I say?=
+
+
+
+Seventeen hundred and fifty-five.
+
+_Georgius Secundus_ was then alive,--
+
+Snuffy old drone from the German hive!
+
+That was the year when Lisbon-town
+
+Saw the earth open and gulp her down,
+
+And Braddock's army was done so brown,
+
+Left without a scalp to its crown.=
+
+
+[Illustration: 026]
+
+(“BRADDOCK'S ARMY WAS DONE SO BROWN.”)
+
+
+It was on the terrible Earthquake-day
+
+That the Deacon finished the one-hoss-shay.
+
+Now in building of chaises, I tell you what,
+
+There is always _somewhere_ a weakest spot,--
+
+In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill,
+
+In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill,
+
+In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace,--lurking still
+
+Find it somewhere you must and will,--
+
+Above or below, or within or without,--
+
+And that's the reason, beyond a doubt,
+
+A chaise _breaks down_, but doesn't _wear out_.=
+
+
+
+But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do)
+
+With an “I dew vum,” or an “I tell _yeou_,”
+
+He would build one shay to beat the taown
+
+'n' the keounty 'n' all the keuntry raoun';
+
+
+[Illustration: 032]
+
+(“I DEW VUM”)
+
+
+It should be so built that it _couldn'_ break daown:
+
+--“Fur,” said the Deacon, “'t's mighty plain
+
+Thut the weakes' place mus' stan' the strain;
+
+'n' the way t' fix it, uz I maintain, is only jest
+
+To make that place uz strong uz the rest.”
+
+
+
+So the Deacon inquired of the village folk
+
+Where he could find the strongest oak,
+
+That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke,--
+
+That was for spokes and floor and sills;
+
+He sent for lancewood to make the thills;
+
+The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees;
+
+The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese,
+
+But lasts like iron for things like these;
+
+The hubs of logs from the “Settler's ellum,”
+
+Last of its timber,--they couldn't sell 'em,--
+
+
+[Illustration: 038]
+
+(“SO THE DEACON INQUIRED OF THE VILLAGE FOLK.”)
+
+
+Never an axe had seen their chips,
+
+And the wedges flew from between their lips,
+
+Their blunt ends frizzled like celery-tips;
+
+Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw,
+
+Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too,
+
+Steel of the finest, bright and blue;
+
+Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide;
+
+Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide
+
+Found in the pit when the tanner died.
+
+That was the way he “put her through.”--
+
+“There!” said the Deacon, “naow she'll dew!”=
+
+
+
+_Do!_ I tell you, I rather guess
+
+She was a wonder, and nothing less!
+
+Colts grew horses, beards turned gray,
+
+Deacon and deaconess dropped away,
+
+Children and grandchildren--where were they?
+
+But there stood the stout old one-hoss-shay
+
+As fresh as on Lisbon-earth-quake-day!=
+
+
+
+|Eighteen hundred;--it came and found
+
+The Deacon's Masterpiece strong and sound.
+
+Eighteen hundred increased by ten;
+
+“Hahnsum kerridge” they called it then.
+
+Eighteen hundred and twenty came:--
+
+Running as usual; much the same.
+
+Thirty and forty at last arrive,
+
+And then came fifty, and _fifty-five_.=
+
+
+
+Little of all we value here
+
+Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year
+
+Without both feeling and looking queer.
+
+In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth,
+
+So far as I know, but a tree and truth.
+
+(This is a moral that runs at large;
+
+Take it.--You're welcome.--No extra charge.)=
+
+
+
+|First of November--the Earthquake-day.--
+
+There are traces of age in the one-hoss-shay,
+
+A general flavor of mild decay,
+
+But nothing local, as one may say.
+
+There couldn't be,--for the Deacon's art
+
+Had made it so like in every part
+
+That there wasn't a chance for one to start.
+
+For the wheels were just as strong as the thills--
+
+And the floor was just as strong as the sills,
+
+And the panels just as strong as the floor,
+
+And the whippletree neither less nor more.
+
+And the back-crossbar as strong as the fore,
+
+And spring and axle and hub _encore_.
+
+And yet, _as a whole_, it is past a doubt
+
+In another hour it will be _worn out!_=
+
+
+
+|First of November, 'Fifty-five!
+
+This morning the parson takes a drive.
+
+Now, small boys, get out of the way!
+
+Here comes the wonderful one hoss-shay,
+
+Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay.
+
+“Huddup!” said the parson.--Off went they.=
+
+
+
+The parson was working his Sunday's text,--
+
+Had got to _fifthly_, and stopped perplexed
+
+At what the--Moses--was coming next.
+
+All at once the horse stood still,
+
+Close by the meet'n'-house on the hill.
+
+
+[Illustration: 050]
+
+(“THE PARSON TAKES A DRIVE.”)
+
+
+First a shiver, and then a thrill,
+
+Then something decidedly like a spill,--
+
+And the parson was sitting upon a rock,
+
+At half-past nine by the meet'n'-house-clock,--
+
+Just the hour of the Earthquake-shock!=
+
+
+
+--What do you think the parson found,
+
+When he got up and stared around?
+
+The poor old chaise in a heap or mound,
+
+As if it had been to the mill and ground!
+
+You see, of course, if you're not a dunce,
+
+How it went to pieces all at once,--
+
+All at once, and nothing first,--
+
+Just as bubbles do when they burst.
+
+End of the wonderful one-hoss shay.
+
+Logic is logic. That's all I say.
+
+
+[Illustration: 056]
+
+“WHEN HE GOT UP AND STARED AROUND.”
+
+
+*****
+
+*****
+
+
+[Illustration: 062]
+
+(“THIS ANCIENT SILVER BOWL OF MINE.”)
+
+
+
+
+ON LENDING A PUNCHBOWL.
+
+
+|This ancient silver bowl of mine--it tells of good old times.
+
+Of joyous days and jolly nights, and merry Christmas chimes;
+
+They were a free and jovial race, but honest, brave and true,
+
+That dipped their ladle in the punch when this old bowl was new.=
+
+
+
+A Spanish galleon brought the bar--so runs the ancient tale--
+
+Twas hammered by an Antwerp smith, whose arm was like a flail;
+
+And now and then between the strokes, for fear his strength should fail,
+
+He wiped his brow, and quaffed a cup of good old Flemish ale.=
+
+
+
+'Twas purchased by an English squire to please his loving dame,
+
+Who saw the cherubs, and conceived a longing for the same;
+
+
+[Illustration: 068]
+
+(“JOLLY NIGHTS.”)
+
+
+[Illustration: 072]
+
+(“AND QUAFFED A CUP OF GOOD OLD FLEMISH ALE.”)
+
+
+And oft, as on the ancient stock another twig was found,
+
+'Twas filled with caudle spiced and hot, and handed smoking round.
+
+But, changing hands, it reached at length a Puritan divine.
+
+Who used to follow Timothy, and take a little wine,
+
+But hated punch and prelacy; and so it was, perhaps,
+
+He went to Leyden, where he found conventicles and schnaps.=
+
+
+[Illustration: 078]
+
+(“WITH THOSE THAT IN THE MAYFLOWER CAME.”)
+
+
+And then, of course, you know what's next,--it left the Dutchman's shore
+
+With those that in the Mayflower came,--a hundred souls and more,--
+
+Along with all the furniture, to fill their new abodes,--
+
+To judge by what is still on hand, at least a hundred loads.=
+
+
+
+'Twas on a dreary winter's eve, the night was closing dim,
+
+When old Miles Standish took the bowl, and filled it to the brim;
+
+
+[Illustration: 084]
+
+(“STIRRED THE POSSET WITH HIS SWORD.”)
+
+
+The little Captain stood and stirred the posset with his sword,
+
+And all his sturdy men-at-arms were ranged about the board.
+
+He poured the fiery Hollands in,--the man that never feared.--
+
+He took a long and solemn draught, and wiped his yellow beard;
+
+And one by one the musketeers,--the men that fought and prayed,--
+
+All drank as 'twere their mother's milk, and not a man afraid.=
+
+
+
+That night, affrighted from his nest, the screaming eagle flew,
+
+He heard the Pequot's ringing whoop, the soldier's wild halloo;
+
+And there the sachem learned the rule he taught to kith and kin,
+
+“Run from the white man when you find he smells of Hollands gin!”=
+
+
+
+A hundred years, and fifty more, had spread their leaves and snows,
+
+A thousand rubs had flattened down each little cherub's nose;
+
+When once again the bowl was filled, but not in mirth or joy.
+
+'Twas mingled by a mother's hand to cheer her parting boy.=
+
+
+
+Drink, John, she said, 'twill do you good--poor child, you'll never bear
+
+This working in the dismal trench, out in the midnight air,
+
+And if--God bless me--you were hurt, 'twould keep away the chill;
+
+So John _did_ drink--and well he wrought that night at Bunker's Hill!=
+
+
+[Illustration: 092]
+
+(“A MOTHER'S HAND TO CHEER HER PARTING BOY.”)
+
+
+I tell you, there was generous warmth in good old English cheer;
+
+I tell you, 'twas a pleasant thought to bring its symbol here;
+
+'Tis but the fool that loves excess--hast thou a drunken soul,
+
+Thy bane is in thy shallow skull, not in my silver bowl!=
+
+
+
+I love the memory of the past--its pressed yet fragrant flowers--
+
+The moss that clothes its broken walls--the ivy on its towers--
+
+Nay, this poor bauble it bequeathed--my eyes grow moist and dim,
+
+To think of all the vanished joys that danced around its brim.=
+
+
+[Illustration: 095]
+
+(“ITS BROKEN WALLS.”)
+
+
+Then fill a fair and honest cup, and bear it straight to me;
+
+The goblet hallows all it holds, whate'er the liquid be;
+
+And may the cherubs on its face protect me from the sin,
+
+That dooms one to those dreadful words--“My dear, where _have_ you been?
+
+
+*****
+
+*****
+
+
+
+
+THE LAST LEAF.
+
+
+|I saw him once before,
+
+As he passed by the door,
+
+``And again
+
+The pavement stones resound
+
+As he totters o'er the ground
+
+``With his cane.=
+
+
+
+They say that in his prime
+
+Ere the pruning-knife of Time
+
+``Cut him down,
+
+Not a better man was found
+
+By the Crier on his round
+
+``Through the town.=
+
+
+
+But now he walks the streets,
+
+And he looks at all he meets
+
+``Sad and wan,
+
+And he shakes his feeble head,
+
+That it seems as if he said,
+
+``“They are gone.”
+
+The mossy marbles rest
+
+On the lips that he has prest
+
+``In their bloom,
+
+
+[Illustration: 0104]
+
+(“AS HE TOTTERS O'ER THE GROUND WITH HIS CANE.”)
+
+
+[Illustration: 108]
+
+(“IN HIS PRIME.”)
+
+
+And the names he loved to hear
+
+Have been carved for many a year
+
+On the tomb.=
+
+
+[Illustration: 110]
+
+(“THE PRUNING-KNIFE OF TIME”)
+
+
+My grandmamma has said,
+
+Poor old lady, she is dead
+
+``Long ago,--
+
+That he had a Roman nose,
+
+And his cheek was like a rose
+
+In the snow.=
+
+
+[Illustration: 132]
+
+(“MY GRANDMAMMA HAS SAID.”)
+
+
+But now his nose is thin,
+
+And it rests upon his chin
+
+``Like a staff,
+
+And a crook is in his back,
+
+And a melancholy crack
+
+``In his laugh.=
+
+
+
+I know it is a sin
+
+For me to sit and grin
+
+``At him here;
+
+
+[Illustration: 114]
+
+(“BY THE CRIER ON HIS ROUND.”)
+
+
+But the old three-cornered hat,
+
+And the breeches, and all that,
+
+``Are so queer!
+
+And if I should live to be
+
+The last leaf upon the tree
+
+``In the spring,--
+
+Let them smile, as I do now,
+
+At the old forsaken bough
+
+``Where I cling
+
+
+[Illustration: 120]
+
+(“THE MOSSY MARBLES REST”)
+
+
+[Illustration: 124]
+
+(“THE LIPS THAT HE HAS PREST.”)
+
+
+*****
+
+*****
+
+
+THE STAR AND THE WATER-LILY.
+
+
+|The sun stepped down from his golden throne,
+
+`And lay in the silent sea,
+
+And the Lily had folded her satin leaves,
+
+`For a sleepy thing was she;=
+
+
+
+What is the Lily dreaming of?
+
+`Why crisp the waters blue?
+
+See, see, she is lifting her varnished lid!
+
+`Her white leaves are glistening through!
+
+The Rose is cooling his burning cheek
+
+`In the lap of the breathless tide;--
+
+The Lily hath sisters fresh and fair,
+
+`That would lie by the Rose's side;=
+
+
+
+He would love her better than all the rest,
+
+`And he would be fond and true;--
+
+But the Lily unfolded her weary lids,
+
+`And looked at the sky so blue.=
+
+
+
+Remember, remember, thou silly one,
+
+`How fast will thy Summer glide,
+
+And wilt thou wither a virgin pale,
+
+`Or flourish a blooming bride?=
+
+
+
+“O the Rose is old, and thorny, and cold,
+
+`And he lives on earth,” said she;
+
+“But the Star is fair and he lives in the air.
+
+`And he shall my bridegroom be.”=
+
+
+
+But what if the stormy cloud should come,
+
+`And ruffle the silver sea?
+
+Would he turn his eye from the distant sky,
+
+`To smile on a thing like thee?=
+
+
+
+O no, fair Lily, he will not send
+
+`One ray from his far-off throne;
+
+The winds shall blow and the waves shall flow,
+
+`And thou wilt be left alone.=
+
+
+
+There is not a leaf on the mountain top,
+
+`Nor a drop of evening dew,
+
+Nor a golden sand on the sparkling shore,
+
+`Nor a pearl in the waters blue,
+
+That he has not cheered with his fickle smile,
+
+`And warmed with his faithless beam,--
+
+And will he be true to a pallid flower,
+
+`That floats on the quiet stream?=
+
+
+
+Alas for the Lily! she would not heed,
+
+`But turned to the skies afar.
+
+And bared her breast to the trembling ray
+
+That shot from the rising star;=
+
+
+
+The cloud came over the darkened sky,
+
+`And over the waters wide:
+
+She looked in vain through the beating rain,
+
+`And sank in the stormy tide.=
+
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+
+                         THE A B C OF COOKING
+
+
+
+
+                               The A B C
+
+                                  of
+
+                                Cooking
+
+
+  For men with no experience of cooking on Small Boats, Patrol Boats, in
+  Camps, on Marches, etc.
+
+
+                               NEW YORK
+
+                       MOFFAT, YARD AND COMPANY
+
+                                 1917
+
+
+
+
+                          Copyright, 1917, by
+                       MOFFAT, YARD AND COMPANY
+
+
+
+
+TO "FRED"
+
+
+For the benefit of the Knitting Committee of THE AMERICAN DEFENSE
+SOCIETY, which is knitting for American Soldiers and Sailors, and
+it is hoped that both cook-book and knitted garments may help to make
+more comfortable the men who are only too ready to do their bit.
+
+                                 New York,
+                                       May 26th, 1917.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+                                 PAGE
+
+  Coffee                           11
+
+  Tea                              11
+
+  Cocoa                            11
+
+  Oatmeal                          13
+
+  Corn Meal                        13
+
+  Hominy                           13
+
+  Boiled Rice                      13
+
+  Macaroni                         15
+
+  Macaroni and Cheese              15
+
+  Fried Potatoes and Onions        15
+
+  Scrambled Eggs                   17
+
+  Fried Eggs and Bacon             17
+
+  Boiled Eggs                      17
+
+  Baking Powder Biscuit            19
+
+  Muffins                          19
+
+  Fried Cracker or Hard Bread      21
+
+  Fried Rice                       21
+
+  Rice Griddle Cakes               21
+
+  Fried Corn Meal Mush or Hominy   23
+
+  Flap Jacks                       23
+
+  Hoe Cake                         23
+
+  Creamed Cod Fish                 25
+
+  Baked Canned Salmon              25
+
+  Fried Fish                       25
+
+  Meat Stew                        27
+
+  Canned Corned Beef Hash          27
+
+  How to Fry Meats                 29
+
+  Beef Steak and Onions            29
+
+  How to Broil Meat                29
+
+  Apple Sauce                      31
+
+  Prunes                           31
+
+  To Boil Fresh Potatoes           33
+
+  To Boil Fresh String Beans       33
+
+  To Boil Fresh Sweet Corn         33
+
+  To Boil Fresh Peas               35
+
+  How to Cook Canned Tomatoes      35
+
+  How to Cook Canned Corn          35
+
+  Rice Pudding                     35
+
+  Peach Pie                        37
+
+  Pastry                           37
+
+  Fudge                            39
+
+
+
+
+THE A B C OF COOKING
+
+
+
+
+"_Unless the kettle boiling be, filling the tea pot spoils the tea._"
+
+
+HOW TO MAKE COFFEE
+
+  1 tablespoonful of coffee for each person
+  and 1 for the pot
+  1 cup of boiling water for each person
+  and 1 for the pot
+
+Put the coffee into the coffee pot, mix with cold water into a wet
+paste. Pour on the boiling water and boil for five minutes slowly.
+
+To make COFFEE WITH AN EGG, break an egg and mix it, shell and all,
+with the paste, and make as above.
+
+
+TEA
+
+  1 teaspoonful of tea for a person, and
+  1 for the pot
+  1 cupful of boiling water, and 1  for
+  the pot
+
+Let it steep for three minutes.
+
+
+COCOA
+
+About 4 cups
+
+  Heat 1 quart of milk
+  2 teaspoonsful of cocoa
+
+Mix the cocoa and a little of the warm milk to let it melt, and then
+mix all together, keeping it on a slow fire.
+
+
+OATMEAL FOR THREE PERSONS[1]
+
+  ½ cup of oatmeal (Quaker Oats)
+  1 quart of hot water.
+  A pinch of salt
+
+Boil fifteen minutes.
+
+
+[1] Many of these recipes are given for three persons. For a smaller or
+larger number decrease or increase ingredients in proper proportion.
+
+
+CORN MEAL FOR THREE PERSONS
+
+  ½ cup corn meal
+  1 quart hot water
+  Pinch of salt
+
+Boil fifteen minutes.
+
+
+HOMINY FOR THREE PERSONS
+
+  ¼ of a cup of hominy, steeped in cold
+  water over night
+
+In the morning, boil fifteen or twenty minutes in a quart of hot water,
+and a pinch of salt.
+
+
+BOILED RICE FOR THREE PERSONS
+
+  ½ cup of rice in two quarts of boiling
+  water
+
+Boil for fifteen minutes. Wash rice first.
+
+
+MACARONI FOR THREE PERSONS
+
+Break into inch pieces a cup full of macaroni, and cover with boiling
+water in a saucepan. Add a little salt, and cook until soft (about an
+hour). Keep covered with water while boiling.
+
+
+MACARONI AND CHEESE
+
+If you have an oven, take a pan or dish that can be put into the oven.
+Put in a layer of boiled macaroni, some pieces of cheese, a little
+mustard and salt, and a little butter. Then more macaroni and the other
+things, until your dish is full. Fill the dish with milk, and bake in a
+slow oven for half an hour. Put cheese on the top before baking.
+
+
+FRIED POTATOES AND ONIONS
+
+Slice some cooked or uncooked potatoes and slice some onions. Put into
+a hot frying pan with fat, salt pork or bacon, and cook till soft and
+brown.
+
+
+SCRAMBLED EGGS
+
+2 eggs to a person
+
+Put butter, or fat, or bacon or salt pork in the frying pan (about 1
+teaspoonful of butter for 3 or 4 eggs, and other frying material in
+proportion). When hot, stir in the eggs, which have been broken into
+a bowl and beaten, adding a little milk (1 tablespoonful for 2 eggs),
+salt and pepper.
+
+
+FRIED EGGS AND BACON
+
+Put on the frying pan. When it is hot, put in the bacon. Cook for about
+3 minutes, and put on a dish.
+
+Then break one egg at a time in a saucer and put into the hot frying
+pan, with the grease in it. You can put in as many eggs as there is
+room for. Cook for two or three minutes.
+
+
+BOILED EGGS
+
+Boil in boiling water for 3 minutes for soft boiled.
+
+Boil in boiling water for 5 minutes for hard boiled.
+
+
+BAKING POWDER BISCUIT
+
+  2 cups of flour
+  4 teaspoonsful of baking powder
+  1 teaspoonful of salt
+  1 tablespoonful of lard
+  1 tablespoonful of butter
+  ¾ cup of milk and water in equal
+      parts
+
+Mix the dry ingredients as well as you can with a spoon, then add the
+milk and water. Roll out and cut into biscuits, and bake about ten
+minutes in medium hot oven.
+
+
+MUFFINS
+
+  4 cups of flour
+  2 heaping teaspoonsful of baking powder
+  1 tablespoonful of melted butter
+  1½ cups of milk
+  1 heaping teaspoonful of salt
+  1 egg
+
+Mix and sift flour, baking powder and salt together. Beat the egg and
+add to milk. Then add the flour and melted butter. Bake in a moderate
+oven.
+
+
+FRIED CRACKER OR HARD BREAD
+
+Dip the hard bread into cold water for a minute or two, not to get too
+soft. Then fry in a hot frying pan in butter or bacon.
+
+
+FRIED RICE FOR THREE PERSONS
+
+Soak a cupful of rice over night.
+
+In the morning, put rice in the frying pan with some bacon and cook
+till soft.
+
+
+RICE GRIDDLE CAKES
+
+  ½ cup boiled rice
+  1/4 cup of flour
+  1 egg
+  A pinch of salt
+  1½ teaspoonsful of baking powder
+  Enough milk to make a thin batter
+
+When the griddle or pan is hot, fry the cakes in salt pork dripping or
+lard, drop a spoonful at the time. These are good rice cakes.
+
+
+FRIED CORN MEAL MUSH OR HOMINY
+
+When corn meal or hominy has been boiled and cooled, cut into slices
+and fry in bacon, salt pork or lard. Only one of a kind is needed to
+fry with.
+
+
+FLAP JACKS
+
+  6 tablespoonsful of flour
+  1/3 tablespoonful of baking powder
+
+Mix this thoroughly
+
+Add enough water to make a batter that will drop freely from the spoon.
+Add a pinch of salt and two pinches of sugar.
+
+Cook in hot frying pan, well greased, for five or seven minutes and
+then turn with a quick toss and cook the other side.
+
+HOE CAKE can be made exactly the same as flap jacks by substituting
+corn meal for flour.
+
+
+CREAMED COD FISH FOR THREE PERSONS
+
+Soak the fish over night--about a pound. In the morning, boil for ten
+or fifteen minutes. Pour off the water and pick out the bones. Put on
+and stew in some milk, a little butter and a teaspoonful of flour,
+stirred in milk, and stir in the whole.
+
+
+BAKED CANNED SALMON
+
+Put a can of salmon in a dish to bake, a lump of butter the size of
+a walnut, pepper and salt, and fill up the dish with milk. Put some
+cracker crumbs and a little butter on the top, and bake in the oven for
+10 minutes.
+
+You can get cracker crumbs by rolling some hard tack with a
+rolling-pin. Or a bottle makes a pretty good roller on a clean board if
+you have no bread board.
+
+
+FRIED FISH
+
+Wash and clean the fish (split a whole fish), and cover with a little
+flour and a little salt and pepper. Put into a hot frying-pan, with
+some fat, salt pork or bacon, and cook one side till brown, and then
+the other side.
+
+
+MEAT STEW
+
+  6 onions
+  1 can tomatoes
+  1 can corn
+  1 dozen potatoes, washed and peeled
+      and cut into pieces.
+  Couple of pounds of any meat (either
+      cooked or uncooked)
+  Some salt and pepper, and then add
+      2 quarts of water.
+
+Let all this stew for an hour, slowly.
+
+
+CANNED CORNED BEEF HASH
+
+1 cup of chopped or cut-fine corned beef, to 2 cups of chopped or
+cut-fine potatoes (either raw or cooked) with a little milk or water to
+moisten it, and some butter to make it taste good. Cook in a hot frying
+pan, with either bacon, or salt pork to keep from sticking.
+
+You can make hash of any kind of cold meat and potatoes and a little
+butter. If you have any fresh meat, chop or cut it up, add potatoes and
+some onions, and a can of tomatoes, salt and pepper, and it will be
+lovely mess.
+
+(Onions or not, as you like.)
+
+
+HOW TO FRY MEATS
+
+Put a small amount of grease in the frying pan, or salt pork, and when
+quite hot put in the steak. If the steak is about half inch thick, fry
+for about 1 minute before turning. Salt and pepper to taste.
+
+Beef, veal, pork and mutton can be done in the same way.
+
+
+BEEF STEAK AND ONIONS
+
+Follow the recipe for steak. Slice in some raw onions--about six to a
+pound of steak--and have enough grease to cook without burning.
+
+
+HOW TO BROIL MEAT
+
+Put the broiler on, and when hot put on the meat for about two or three
+minutes. Then turn and cook on the other side. Add a little salt,
+pepper and butter.
+
+
+APPLE SAUCE FOR THREE
+
+  Pare and slice one quart of apples
+  2 tablespoonsful of sugar
+
+Cover all this with cold water, and boil for twenty minutes to a half
+hour.
+
+You can make nice apple sauce with evaporated apples, but they must be
+soaked over night.
+
+
+PRUNES
+
+  Soak prunes over night.
+  2 cups of prunes
+  1½ tablespoonsful of sugar
+
+Boil till soft--about thirty minutes.
+
+
+TO BOIL FRESH POTATOES
+
+Either peeled or in their jackets
+
+Put into boiling water, with a little salt, and boil for 20 minutes to
+half an hour.
+
+
+TO BOIL FRESH STRING-BEANS
+
+Pull the strings off, and cut into pieces into a bowl of cold water.
+Drain water off, and cook in boiling water for 20 minutes. Pour off the
+water, and add pepper, salt and a little butter.
+
+
+TO BOIL FRESH SWEET CORN
+
+Husk and remove the corn silk. Cook in boiling water for fifteen
+minutes.
+
+Use the corn silk for cigarettes!!
+
+
+TO BOIL FRESH PEAS
+
+Shell the peas, and put them into boiling water--enough to cover them.
+Then cook for half an hour, or until soft. Drain off the water, and put
+on a little butter, pepper and salt.
+
+
+HOW TO COOK CANNED TOMATOES
+
+Stew for five to ten minutes. Put in some cracker crumbs (to thicken),
+a little butter, salt and pepper.
+
+
+HOW TO COOK CANNED CORN
+
+Stew for five or six minutes, and add a little salt, pepper and butter.
+
+
+RICE PUDDING FOR FOUR PEOPLE
+
+  1 quart of milk
+  2 heaping tablespoonsful of rice
+  A little salt
+  1 tablespoonful of sugar
+
+A little nutmeg grated if you have it
+
+Mix this all together, and put in a slow oven. Give one stir after
+about ten minutes, and then cook in a slow oven ¾ of an hour.
+
+
+PEACH PIE FOR FOUR PEOPLE
+
+To make peach pie from evaporated peaches, soak one cup of evaporated
+peaches over night. In the morning, stew with 1½ tablespoonsful of
+sugar about twenty minutes.
+
+
+PASTRY
+
+  2 cups of flour--sifted
+  2 heaping tablespoonsful of lard (or half butter and half lard)
+  A little salt
+
+Mix flour, lard and salt well together, and then add enough cold water
+to make the dough soft enough to roll out. If it sticks to the rolling
+pin, use a little flour. Then grease the pie plate, and take half of
+the dough, rolled out flat, and cover the pie plate. Cut off the edge
+with a knife. Then put in your fruit. Take the other half of your
+dough, rolled out for a top, and cut around the edge with a knife, and
+then press all around the edge with a fork, to make the edges stick
+together. Then you will have one grand pie.
+
+This pie crust recipe will do for any kind of pie. Evaporated apples
+should be cooked the same as peaches.
+
+All dry fruit should be soaked over night.
+
+
+IF STARVING FOR A TASTE OF CANDY MAKE FUDGE
+
+  1 cake unsweetened Baker's Chocolate
+  4 cups of sugar
+  2 cups of milk, piece of butter about the size of an egg (little
+    generous)
+
+Boil for half to three-quarters of an hour, then take off the fire and
+beat till it gets a little thick, and pour into a buttered tin. You can
+tell if it is done by stirring a little in a saucer.
+
+
+
+
+                          TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES
+
+-Obvious print and punctuation errors fixed.
+
+-Cover image has been produced by transcriber and placed in public domain.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+Produced by Dagny and Frank J. Morlock
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+                            MADAME AUBIN
+
+                   a play in one act and in prose
+
+                          by Verlaine, 1895
+
+              Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock
+
+
+
+Characters:
+
+A Servant
+Aubin
+Madame Marie Aubin
+Peltier
+An Officer
+
+
+
+The action takes place in the room of a hotel.
+
+
+PELTIER (to a servant who is leaving)
+That's fine. We'll ring when we need you.
+
+(to Marie)
+A day and a night of rest, my darling, right? After which we'll leave,
+crossing Switzerland for Brindisi without any stop and reach the
+Orient as it was agreed.
+
+MARIE
+It was agreed?
+
+PELTIER
+Eh! Yes.
+
+MARIE
+It's true. Indeed, as you like.
+
+PELTIER
+What do you mean? Since you approve, I'm going to peruse the train
+schedule. You'll allow me.
+
+MARIE
+My God, yes.
+
+(A short pause during which Marie looks at her ring and munches on a
+cake she has taken from a gold comfit box.)
+
+PELTIER (after having written some notes in pencil)
+There. At noon tomorrow we'll take the Express and we'll stop wherever
+you like. Look. (offering Marie his notes)
+
+MARIE
+My friend, you are perfect. I'm going to think it over. Would you
+listen to me for a moment to discuss something else?
+
+PELTIER
+Speak my darling.
+
+MARIE
+I want to call a halt to our adventure here.
+
+PELTIER
+I don't understand.
+
+MARIE
+Don't interrupt me. What we are doing is crazy. It's not ridiculous,
+it's crazy. We will be far less happy than we were there. And it truly
+required all the influence of your charming character and the
+persuasion of your frankness (offering him her hand which he holds and
+keeps) to make me take this enormous step. It's no longer time, I know
+or rather I suspect, to go back on such an impulse, but after all,
+what do you want? And I am in despair after all this bravura which
+decided me, sustained me, swept me off my feet during this long
+journey from Paris to this chancy place. Ah, I'm afraid.
+
+PELTIER (overwhelmed by surprise rather than skeptical and resolved as
+he had appeared up until now.)
+Afraid of whom and what? (he lets Marie's hand fall and crosses his
+arms waiting to hear more)
+
+MARIE
+Of the past, first of all. Fear! Remorse because of the past. And
+certainly my husband doesn't deserve all this outrage. He's a man with
+faults, surely, even vices, perhaps. But he's honorable and even
+righteous. And now I think of it these quarrels between him and me
+must rather proceed from me, spoiled child and over-free young girl
+that I was before my marriage with this honest, with this gallant man.
+
+PELTIER
+Let's leave Aubin out of this. In the end what do you mean and what do
+you want me to do? Return to Paris and your abandoned household?
+
+MARIE
+I don't know yet. But don't interrupt me every minute and you will be
+of my opinion. No. My husband ought not to have to endure these things
+on his honor and his name. And it's true I am afraid of the past. I'm
+afraid of the future, too. Or rather, no. It's the present which
+frightens me, sir! For the future, I'll answer for it. And it will
+conform to the vows of my finally reawakened conscience.
+
+PELTIER (who has a mounting rage within him and feels himself provoked
+to the last degree)
+Explain yourself? Are you joking or not? I want to understand you.
+
+MARIE
+Sir, you have no right to speak to me like this!
+
+(Peltier advances like a man who has the right his interlocutor is
+speaking of or believes he's going to have it.)
+
+MARIE
+And I will never give it to you.
+
+PELTIER
+Madame.
+
+MARIE
+Do you hear, sir?
+
+(The two stiffen and look each other in the face. A silence.)
+
+PELTIER
+Then why did you come with me of your own free will, or even on your
+own initiative?
+
+MARIE (who's settled down)
+What do you want? I've changed my mind.
+
+PELTIER (very cold and speaking through his teeth)
+Fine. You've tricked me! At this point I'm not a young man. No one
+makes a fool of me! For, my darling, I don't think that a caprice of
+yours, such a sudden turnabout, such a flash of virtue--
+
+MARIE
+Don't use that word virtue any more. It is terrible to my ears. I was
+telling you just now that I've something like fear of the present.
+Yes, fear to remain here this way. But I was in the process of adding
+that the present doesn't terrify me. It was then that you shrieked out
+at the moment I was going to explain to you how I intended to confide
+myself to your honor to allow me to decide in peace. And you got so
+carried away that you irritated me, too. And you just said things to
+me! A caprice? me, at my age; twenty-eight years old! A flash of
+conscience. Yes, that's it. Believe it.
+
+PELTIER
+But what role is it you wish me to play in all this? You, you are at
+the same time reasonable, then illogical and me? as for me?
+
+MARIE
+Your role? All sketched out. Let me do it all. That would be
+chivalrous and fine.
+
+PELTIER
+But I love you, why--
+
+MARIE
+And me, too, I love you and I say to you: Can't we love each other
+without all this? (scornful gesture) without all this? (disdainful
+gesture)
+
+PELTIER
+Ah! We are there. A virgin arises in you when through you a satyr is
+rising in me. (grabbing her by the waist) And towards you--
+
+MARIE (who soon gets free)
+Look, let's be serious.
+
+(Peltier, who importunes a long explanation sits with bowed head; one
+hand on the back of a chair, the other playing with his watch chain.)
+
+MARIE
+What is it you risk? You, a man, a bachelor by this pleasant voyage?
+Nothing. A duel perhaps on return! In this illogical world we live in
+your reputation will be far from damaged; a world which dislikes
+adultery in a woman and is passionately fond of all the gallant sins
+of a fashionable man. Whereas I?!! And yet it's only quite natural and
+especially on the brink of a final resolution, I hesitate and jump
+back. Must you be angry about it? Look, are you angry? can you be?
+ought you to be?
+
+PELTIER (as if unexpectedly released and decided, peremptory, brief,
+confident)
+Questions! Questions! In my turn I will say to you: Let's be serious.
+Admit it: You encouraged me to do this thing. And exactly as you say
+it was quite natural for me to undertake it, and still is; I concur in
+your reasoning, and will pursue it like a fashionable man or
+otherwise!
+
+(Marie recoils abruptly. Peltier takes a step forward.)
+
+PELTIER
+And I am going to prove it to you!
+
+MARIE (rigid and henceforth not giving an inch)
+Fie!
+
+PELTIER
+You are going to see.
+
+(Aubin abruptly opens the door and appears.)
+
+AUBIN (addressing himself exclusively to Peltier)
+Yes, it's I, the one you didn't expect. No need to tell you how I
+caught wind of your plot and was able to overtake you so soon. The
+essential thing is that four officers from the garrison are indeed
+willing to serve as seconds and are awaiting us in a nearby woods
+with swords and pistols as you please even though I have indeed the
+right to choose the weapons.
+
+PELTIER
+I'll come with you.
+
+AUBIN (to his wife, aloud, taking her hand which he kisses)
+You, Marie, await me here--dead or alive. Do you understand me, my
+pretty?
+
+(Aubin and Peltier leave)
+
+MARIE
+What an affair! Am I really dreaming in the end. (throwing herself on
+a sofa which might soon have become dangerous) A little order in my
+thoughts. (pressing her fingers to her forehead) There. There.--Yes,
+what I was telling Mr. Peltier is still true. I was a spoiled child
+when Aubin took me. He spoiled me, too. I became accustomed to
+prolonging my childhood and my youth in the married state. I was
+willful, demanding, capricious. At the beginning my husband found this
+charming, then he tired of it. Quarrels, harshness on his part, on
+mine sulks. Seven years later Peltier appeared. A charming man,
+surely. But less so than Aubin, now that I see things clearly. And at
+bottom, this stupid departure is still more my fault than his. A
+moment of feminine scorn which with our mores a man is praised for
+profiting from. I couldn't hold it against him just now for wanting
+what was implied by our innocent prank  and a little fortitude helped
+me confine it to its character of folly and nothing more. But what?
+While I tell myself these things, two likable men who both love me,
+and of which I decidedly prefer one, my husband, are fighting over me.
+O Mercy! Just as if I were a young girl. And indeed! O punishment! Me!
+Me! What anguish and what a situation! And the future! During these
+sweet words with Aubin just now. I've the great misery of waiting for
+him or the other one. All the same, I've resisted. And there was a
+moment when I had some merit. But this trip! And this waiting! My God,
+you in whom one must believe despite all the opinions of folks these
+days, My God--have pity on me in my misery! (long silence during which
+she remains prostrated.)
+
+AUBIN (enters, wounded in the shoulder, supported by an Officer)
+It's over. Madame Aubin, I present you one of my seconds.
+
+(To the officer)
+Sir?
+
+OFFICER (bowing before Marie)
+Count de Givors.
+
+AUBIN
+Count de Givors, I present you my wife.
+
+MARIE (who, since her husband's entrance has had eyes only for him,
+mechanically)
+Sir. (leaping after a fashion on his neck) Ah, my friend. Why, why,
+you are wounded.
+
+AUBIN
+It's nothing. A bullet that they'll quickly extract from me. And then,
+right? as soon as my wound is dressed on our way to Paris? By the way,
+you know, Peltier has nothing.
+
+MARIE (literally superb)
+Who cares?
+
+(Silence)
+
+AUBIN (immensely joyful)
+Huh?
+
+OFFICER (to both)
+Excuse me. (he withdraws after having bowed, escorted out by both)
+
+AUBIN (to his wife)
+Explain yourself, Marie.
+
+(Peltier enters)
+
+MARIE (to Peltier)
+Sir. Say if you have ever had the right to call yourself my lover?
+
+PELTIER
+On my oath as an honest and gallant man which my return to this room
+confirms: Aubin, I swear No. This departure was a delirium from which
+Madame awakened first, pure and invincible. Invincible because I
+wanted to have the last word and she had it; and that was a no not to
+be misunderstood.
+
+AUBIN*
+Indeed, each has fulfilled his duty here. I, after your folly rushed
+to get back my wife and to forgive her after a duel. You, Marie,
+having remained a good spouse. And I will answer to you that the
+misunderstandings which serve to excuse you, are dead forever. How
+happy we are going to be. And you, Peltier, what need is there for an
+explanation? Given our civilization's disapproval of your attempt to
+do me out of my wife, as for me, I'd bear you a grudge, too, if this
+bullet weren't in my shoulder. Now this is it: we'll return after my
+scratch is dressed. Naturally we will be some while without seeing you
+again, Peltier. Aren't you on a trip?
+
+(to Peltier)
+And your hand.
+
+
+(curtain)
+
+
+
+* Translator's note. This final speech reads a little strangely and not
+just in translation because the idea behind it is a little strange.
+Aubin's idea is something like this: "The world condemns you, Peltier,
+for tampering with my wife, and I would too, but for the fact you've put
+a bullet in my shoulder which proves you're a man of honor, etc." I don't
+feel justified in incorporating the explanatory material into the text so
+the best I can do is offer this footnote.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+  Flower
+  Children
+
+
+  The Little Cousins of
+  the Field and Garden
+
+  By
+
+  Elizabeth Gordon
+
+
+  drawings by
+  M.T. ROSS
+
+
+  Published by
+  P.F.Yolland E Company
+  Chicago
+
+
+  Copyright 1910
+  P.F. Volland & Company
+  All Rights Reserved
+
+
+  _To every Child-flower that Blooms
+     Within the Glorious Garden
+         That we Call Home
+         This Little Book
+               is
+        Lovingly Dedicated._
+
+
+
+
+FOREWORD
+
+
+  A flower, a child, and a mother’s heart—
+  These three are never so far apart.
+  A child, a flower, and a mother’s love—
+  This world’s best gifts from the world above.
+
+ALL children are flowers in the garden of God’s love. A flower is
+the mystical counterpart of a child. To the understanding heart a
+child is a flower and a flower is a child. God made flowers on the day
+that He made the world beautiful. Then He gave the world children to
+play amid the flowers. God has implanted in the breasts of children a
+natural love for flowers—and no one who keeps that love in his heart
+has entirely forsaken the land of childhood.
+
+In preparing this book the author and the artist have attempted to
+show the kinship of children and flowers—and it is their hope that
+the little ones into whose hands this volume comes will find herein the
+proof that their knowledge of what flowers really are is true and that
+their love for the friendly blossoms is returned many-fold.
+
+To you, then, little child-flowers, this book is lovingly offered as an
+expression of thankfulness to children for the joy and sweetness with
+which they have filled my life.
+
+  —ELIZABETH GORDON
+
+
+
+
+Flower Children
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  SAID CROCUS: “My! this wind is cold!
+  Most wish I had not been so bold;
+  Here the fields are still all brown;
+  Glad I wore my eider-down.”
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  TRAILING ARBUTUS, you know,
+  Loves to grow beneath the snow.
+  Other folks would find it chilly,
+  She says that’s absurdly silly.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  EAGER little Daffodil
+  Came too soon and got a chill;
+  Jack Frost pinched her ear and said,
+  “Silly child, go back to bed.”
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  HYACINTH, the pretty thing,
+  Comes to us in early spring;
+  Says she always loves to hear
+  Easter bells a-ringing clear.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  LADY TULIP, stately dame,
+  From across the ocean came;
+  Liked this country very much,
+  Although she only spoke in Dutch.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  LILY-OF-THE-VALLEY said
+  She guessed she was a sleepy-head;
+  But she got up and dressed for town
+  In her new green tailored gown.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  PUSSY WILLOW said, “Meow!
+  Wish some one would tell me how
+  Other kittens get around
+  And roll and frolic on the ground.”
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  PRIMROSE is the dearest thing—
+  She loves to play out doors in spring;
+  But if a little child is ill,
+  She’s happy on the window sill.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  GRANDFATHER Dandelion had such
+    pretty hair,
+
+  Along came a gust of wind and left his
+    head quite bare;
+
+  Young Dandelion generously offered hint
+    some gold,
+
+  To buy a cap to keep his dear old head
+    from being cold.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  WIND-FLOWER on an April day,
+  Came along and said she’d stay;
+  Wore her furs snug as you please,
+  Said she liked the nice, cool breeze.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  ANEMONES and Bluets grew,
+  All the woodland pathway through;
+  Came along one day together,
+  Didn’t mind the April weather.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  LILAC wears a purple plume,
+  Scented with a sweet perfume;
+  Very high-born lady she,
+  Quite proud of her family tree.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  TRILLIUM said “Why, deary me,
+  I’m just as freckled as can be,”
+  Her cousin Tiger-Lily said,
+  “Well, look at me, I’m almost red.”
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  PANSIES like the shaded places;
+  With their little friendly faces,
+  Always seem to smile and say:
+  “How are all the folks to-day?”
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  JOHNNIE-JUMP-UP made a bet,
+  That he could pass for Violet.
+  What spoiled the little rascal’s game?
+  The scent he used was not the same.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  LADY’S-SLIPPER in the wood,
+  Said she really wished she could
+  Have a pretty dress and go
+  With sister to the flower show.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  MODEST little Violet
+  Was her loving Mother’s pet;
+  Did n’t care to go and play,
+  Rather stay at home all day.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  COWSLIP dearly loves to romp
+  Around the bottom of the swamp;
+  She comes along in early spring,
+  Before the grass, or anything.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  FRAGRANT little Mignonette,
+  In a shower got quite wet;
+  Laughed and said she did n’t care—
+  It looked like jewels in her hair.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  APPLE BLOSSOM is a fairy,
+  Swinging in a tree so airy;
+  By and by the little sprite
+  Sprinkles the ground with pink and white.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  LITTLE golden-hearted Daisy
+  Told the sun that she felt lazy;
+  Said the earth was quite too wet,
+  She thought she would n’t open yet.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  LAUGHING, lucky Four-Leafed Clover
+  Is a most atrocious rover;
+  Does n’t stay long in one place,
+  Goes and never leaves a trace.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  THIRSTY little Buttercup
+  Caught the dew and drank it up,
+  Said cool water was so good,
+  She did n’t seem to care for food
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  SWEET little maid Forget-Me-Not,
+  She ’s such a darling little tot;
+  A blue-eyed child with modest ways,
+  She ’s never spoiled a bit by praise.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  COMMON little Garden Pink,
+  Went away to school—just think!
+  When she came home for vacation,
+  Made them call her Rose Carnation.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  BOUNCING BETTY stood all day
+  In the hedge row by the way;
+  By-and-by she crept outside,
+  And got so scared she nearly cried
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  MORNING-GLORY thought she’d look
+  Through the window at the cook;
+  Did n’t know ’t was impolite
+  To give a body such a fright.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  HONEYSUCKLE, pretty vine,
+  Loved about the porch to twine.
+  Thought’t was just too sweet for words
+  To visit with the humming-birds.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  WILD ROSE runs round everywhere,
+  Likes to breathe the nice fresh air;
+  Even her high-bred connection
+  Cannot match her pink complexion.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  COLUMBINE’s a happy sprite,
+  Dances with fairies every night;
+  She feeds them honey when they go,
+  That’s why the fairies love her so.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  CUNNING LITTLE Blue-eyed Grass,
+  Smiles up at you as you pass;
+  Looks as if a bit of sky,
+  Had fallen down from ’way up high.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  NASTURTIUM grew so big and tall,
+  He climbed up on the garden wall;
+  His little sister could n’t go—
+  Dear child, she never seemed to grow.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  PANSY SAID she wished she knew
+  What made Lark-spur look so blue;
+  Larkspur smiled and said ’t was only
+  ’Cause she felt a little lonely.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  OH, HAVE you seen the sweet Briar-Rose?
+  She wears the very dearest clothes,
+  A hat the sweetest ever seen,
+  And dainty frock all shades of green.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  BLUEBELL softly, gently sways
+  Through the long hot summer days;
+  Lives where nothing else can grow,
+  That ’s why we all love her so.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  GERANIUM wears a scarlet gown,
+  With trimmings shading into brown;
+  Her cousin is a dainty sprite,
+  She dresses modestly in white.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  SWEET ALYSSUM plays around
+  On any little piece of ground;
+  Takes up hardly any room,
+  And sheds a very sweet perfume.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  SIMPLE LOOKING Blue-eyed Flax
+  Helped the farmer pay his tax;
+  Was busy all the season through;
+  Said it was n’t hard to do.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  BLEEDING HEART, against the wall,
+  Told her woes to one and all.
+  Live-Forever said, “Forget it;
+  Life treats you the way you let it.”
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  SWEET PEA said she thought they might
+  Give her a dress that was n’t white;
+  So Mother Nature chose for her
+  All the colors that there were.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  SNAP-DRAGON is so very bold,
+  He plays his tricks on young and old;
+  Hides behind the old stone wall,
+  And shoots his pop-gun at us all.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  RAGGED ROBIN on a lark
+  Stole inside of Central Park;
+  There they treated her so well,
+  She soon looked like a city Belle
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  YARROW PINK and Yarrow White,
+  Stole in on the lawn one night;
+  Gardener said they had no sense,
+  But they did n’t take offense.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  IRIS in a country garden,
+  Politely said, “I beg your pardon,
+  But I’m from sunny France you see
+  And my real name is Fleur-de-Lis.”
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  PEONY’S a charming lady,
+  She does n’t like a spot too shady;
+  Likes to live out in the light,
+  Dressed in red or pink or white.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  ONCE THEY LOST sweet Babe Verbena,
+  Mother said, “Oh, have you seen her?”
+  But pretty soon the dear was found
+  Creeping on the nice soft ground.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  DAINTY LITTLE Maidenhair
+  Lost her way and did n’t care;
+  Played all day, the naughty child,
+  With common ferns, who run quite wild.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  YOUNG Sweet William, sad to tell,
+  Rang the Canterbury’s Bell,
+  “Just for that,” his father said,
+  “William, come out in the shed!”
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  NAUGHTY little Four-O’Clock
+  Gave her mother quite a shock;
+  Stayed awake till nearly six,
+  Oh, she’s always up to tricks.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  IF YOU’RE very, very good
+  When you ’re walking in the wood,
+  Twin-Flower babies you may see,
+  Sheltered by some old pine tree.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  ALL THE SUMMER, Milkweed played,
+  Like a dear, good little maid;
+  But on a bright October day,
+  She found some wings and flew away.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  CANDYTUFT and Marigold
+  Live outdoors until it’s cold;
+  Sturdy maids with glowing faces
+  Blooming in the bleakest places.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  JACK ROSE said, ambitiously,
+  He would grow to be a tree;
+  But his Dad said, “Better far
+  Be contented as you are.”
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  WATER-LILY is very fond
+  Of floating in a sunny pond.
+  Tantalizing little creature,
+  Likes to grow where one can’t reach her.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  YOUNG COCKS-COMB was so very vain,
+  Hated to stay out in the rain;
+  Said he would n’t so much care,
+  If he had other clothes to wear.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  ON THE BORDER of the wood
+  All alone the Ghost-Flower stood,
+  Like a moonbeam dressed in white,—
+  Such a very pretty sight.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  GOLDEN-ROD, the lucky chappy,
+  Grew up strong and tall and happy.
+  Slept out doors, if you ’ll remember,
+  All those cold nights in September.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  MADAME DAHLIA, like her name,
+  Is a very stately dame;
+  Her family is so polite,
+  It is a joy to meet them, quite.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  MISS California Poppy said
+  She liked the sunshine on her head,
+  Though her friends might think her foolish,
+  Thought this country rather coolish.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  CORN FLOWER, Bachelor Button’s sister—
+  Gay young dog, he never missed her—
+  Went to live with Mrs. Corn,
+  So she would not be forlorn.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  CAT-TAIL, growing in the marsh,
+  Thought his Mother very harsh,
+  Because she wouldn’t let him play
+  With Blue Flag-lilies all the day.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  PRINCE’S FEATHER, straight and tall,
+  Grew against the garden wall;
+  Did n’t care to play, said he
+  Came of a royal family.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  CRIMSON RAMBLER one day said,
+  He did n’t like the old homestead;
+  Thought he ’d travel, so he went
+  Over the wall on mischief bent.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  GRANDDAD SAGE, the dear old man,
+  Says it is a splendid plan
+  For all young children to obey;
+  Says they did so in his day.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  NOW LET the banners be unfurled,
+  To greet the fairest of the world;
+  Come Roses all, and pay your duty:
+  Madame the Queen, American Beauty!
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  GOLDEN-GLOW said “Well, I know
+  I 'm just going to start and grow.”
+  Liked it ’way up in the air—
+  Sent back word he ’d stay up there.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  BACHELOR BUTTON, O, most shocking!
+  Found a hole in his silk stocking;
+  But he mended it so neatly,
+  Covered up the place completely.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  JOLLY SUNFLOWER, big and yellow,
+  Said: “I’m sure a lucky fellow.
+  To be small must seem so queer—
+  I get a splendid view from here.”
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  STATELY Lady Hollyhock,
+  In a lovely colored frock,
+  Taught her children every day
+  Precisely what to do and say.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  ZINNIA stands so very straight
+  Just inside the garden gate;
+  Sometimes single, sometimes double,
+  Never gives a bit of trouble.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  BITTER-SWEET concluded she
+  Would live with some good, friendly tree;
+  Went to visit Madame Oak,
+  Stayed all winter, for a joke.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  SAUCY LITTLE Black-eyed Susan,
+  When her mother caught her snoozin’,
+  Rubbed her sleepy eyes and said
+  She guessed she ’d toddle off to bed.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  NIGHTSHADE has a purple berry,
+  But he is very naughty, _very;_
+  Little children never should
+  Play with one who isn’t good.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  GENTIAN growing by the brook,
+  Bending low to get a look
+  At her pretty face so sweet,
+  Stepped too near and wet her feet.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  SCARLET POPPY in the wheat,
+  Said she ’d like some grains to eat,
+  But when Head Wheat gave her some
+  She made believe 't was chewing-gum.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  MULLEIN grew up rough-and-tumble.
+  He was Irish, very humble;
+  Still he was a jolly fellow,
+  With his funny head all yellow.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  SIR THISTLE is a Scotchman bluff,
+  His manners are a trifle rough;
+  You find him everywhere you go;
+  He travels on the wind, you know.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  WILD CUCUMBER said he guessed,
+  He’ d take a little trip out West,
+  Thought he’ d stay a year or two,
+  And maybe he ’d see something new.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  BURDOCK and his family,
+  With the gardener don’t agree;
+  But Burdock says if he ’s your friend,
+  He ’ll stick to you until the end.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  CHINA ASTER thought he ’d do
+  The proper thing, and wear a queue;
+  But all his brothers laughed and said
+  He ’d better cut his hair instead.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  CHRYSANTHEMUM is Japanese,
+  She ’s a fine lady, if you please;
+  She comes to see us once a year,
+  About the time Thanksgiving ’s here.
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  POISON IVY did n't know
+  Why every one disliked her so;
+  Made her feel so very sad
+  When people said she was so bad
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  IN A SWEET velvet dress of red,
+  On Christmas Eve, Poinsettia said:
+  “I ’ll hang my stocking up because
+  This is the night for Santa Claus.”
+
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+  EVER SEE a plant so jolly,
+  And good fellow-ish as Holly?
+  Makes no difference what’s the weather,
+  He and Christmas come together.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+  A Catalogue of New Books and New Editions published by Bliss, Sands,
+           and Foster at 15 Craven St., Strand, London, W.C.
+
+
+  _To be obtained of all booksellers, and at all libraries; or of the
+      publishers, post-free on remittance of the published price._
+
+
+
+
+                               Contents.
+
+
+                                                                  _Page_
+  Economics                                                            1
+  Travel & Reminiscence                                                1
+  Biography                                                            2
+  History                                                              3
+  Topography                                                           3
+  Miscellaneous                                                        4
+  Works for Children                                                   4
+  Fiction                                                              5
+  Works on Nature                                                      7
+  Poetry                                                               7
+  Classical Reprints                                                   8
+
+
+
+
+                              _ECONOMICS._
+
+
+Macleod. ECONOMICS. By Henry Dunning Macleod, Author of “The Theory of
+  Credit,” “The Elements of Banking,” etc. _Demy 8vo. Cloth, price 16s._
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+Wm. Beatty-Kingston. MEN, CITIES, & EVENTS. By Wm. Beatty-Kingston.
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+John Bickerdyke. THE BEST CRUISE ON THE BROADS. With useful hints on
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+
+
+
+
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+
+
+PUBLIC MEN OF TO-DAY: An International Series. _Edited by_ S. H. Jeyes.
+
+                      _Volumes already Published._
+
+THE AMEER, ABDUR RAHMAN. _By_ Stephen Wheeler.
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
+                         _Forthcoming Volumes._
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+
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+
+
+
+                               _HISTORY._
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+
+Edgar Stanton Maclay, A.M. A HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES NAVY, from
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+
+
+
+
+                             _TOPOGRAPHY._
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+
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+                          Transcriber’s Notes
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+[Transcriber's Note: Bold text is surrounded by =equal signs= and
+italic text is surrounded by _underscores_.]
+
+
+FAVORITE NURSERY RHYMES
+
+[Illustration: MOTHER GOOSE
+
+Copyright, 1906, by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY.]
+
+
+
+
+FAVORITE
+
+NURSERY RHYMES
+
+    PICTURED BY
+    ETHEL FRANKLIN BETTS
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    NEW YORK
+    FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
+    PUBLISHERS
+
+
+
+
+    COPYRIGHT, 1906
+    BY FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
+
+    Published in August, 1906
+
+
+    THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+    A DILLER, A DOLLAR                               _Page_ 13
+    AS I WAS GOING TO ST. IVES                          "   37
+    BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP                               "   46
+    BYE, BABY BUNTING                                   "   46
+    CROSS PATCH                                         "   31
+    CURLY LOCKS!                                        "   11
+    DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY                                    "   20
+    DING, DONG, BELL                                    "   39
+    GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER                              "   35
+    GREAT A, LITTLE A                                   "   28
+    HARK! HARK! THE DOGS DO BARK                        "   12
+    HEY, DIDDLE, DIDDLE!                                "   25
+    HEY, DING-A-DING!                                   "   28
+    HEY, RUB-A-DUB-DUB                                  "   47
+    HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK                              "   32
+    HIGGLEDY, PIGGLEDY                                  "   36
+    HUMPTY DUMPTY                                       "   11
+    HUSH-A-BYE BABY                                     "   47
+    I LIKE LITTLE PUSSY                                 "   15
+    I'LL TELL YOU A STORY                               "   21
+    JACK AND JILL                                       "   34
+    JACK BE NIMBLE                                      "   32
+    LADYBUG                                             "   43
+    LITTLE BO-PEEP                                      "   22
+    LITTLE BOY BLUE                                     "   10
+    LITTLE JACK HORNER                                  "   40
+    LITTLE MISS MUFFET                                  "   26
+    LITTLE NANCY ETTICOAT                               "   36
+    LITTLE TOMMY TUCKER                                 "   16
+    LUCY LOCKET                                         "   44
+    MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY                          "   18
+    ONE MISTY, MOISTY MORNING                           "   14
+    ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE                            "   42
+    PAT-A-CAKE                                          "   13
+    PEASE PORRIDGE HOT                                  "   21
+    PETER, PETER, PUMPKIN EATER                         "   38
+    RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY                                 "    9
+    RIDE A COCK-HORSE TO BANBURY-CROSS                  "   19
+    SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE                             "   41
+    TAFFY WAS A WELSHMAN                                "   20
+    THE MAN IN THE MOON                                 "   24
+    THE ROSE IS RED                                     "   28
+    THERE WAS A CROOKED MAN                             "   30
+    THERE WAS A LITTLE MAN AND HE HAD A LITTLE GUN      "   30
+    THERE WAS A MAD MAN                                 "   45
+    THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN LIVED UNDER THE HILL         "   12
+    THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN SOLD PUDDINGS AND PIES       "   33
+    THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN TOSSED UP IN A BASKET        "   29
+    THERE WAS A PIPER HAD A COW                         "   17
+    THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM                            "   44
+    TO MARKET, TO MARKET                                "   24
+    TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON                           "   19
+    WHEN I WAS A BACHELOR                               "   27
+
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+
+    _In colour_
+
+    MOTHER GOOSE AND THE CHILDREN               _Frontispiece_
+    LITTLE BOY BLUE                          _Facing page_ 10
+    MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY                         "   18
+    LITTLE MISS MUFFET                                 "   26
+    JACK AND JILL                                      "   34
+    LITTLE JACK HORNER                                 "   40
+
+
+    _In black-and-white_
+
+    RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY                              _Page_  9
+    I LIKE LITTLE PUSSY                                 "   15
+    LITTLE BO-PEEP                                      "   22
+    CROSS PATCH                                         "   31
+    PETER, PETER, PUMPKIN EATER                         "   38
+    LADYBUG, LADYBUG                                    "   43
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Rain, rain, go away;
+    Come again another day;
+    Little Susy wants to play.
+
+
+      =Little Boy Blue, go blow your horn,
+    The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
+    Where's the little boy that tends the sheep?
+       He's under the haycock fast asleep.=
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE BOY BLUE
+
+Copyright, 1906, by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY.]
+
+
+    Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
+    Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
+    Threescore men and threescore more
+    Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.
+
+
+    Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?
+    Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;
+    But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
+    And feast upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
+
+
+    There was an old woman lived under the hill,
+    And if she's not gone, she's living there still.
+    Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies;
+    And she's the old woman that never told lies.
+
+
+    Hark! Hark! the dogs do bark,
+    The beggars have come to town;
+    Some in rags, and some in tags,
+    And some in velvet gowns.
+
+
+    Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
+    So I do, master, as fast as I can.
+    Pat it and prick it and mark it with B,
+    And toss it in the oven for Baby and me.
+
+
+      A diller, a dollar,
+      A ten o'clock scholar,
+    What makes you come so soon?
+    You used to come at ten o'clock,
+    And now you come at noon.
+
+
+    One misty, moisty morning,
+    When cloudy was the weather,
+    I chanced to meet an old man
+    Clothed all in leather.
+
+      He began to compliment,
+      And I began to grin;
+      How do you do, and how do you do?
+      And how do you do again?
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,--
+    And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;
+    I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
+    But pussy and I very gently will play.
+
+
+    Little Tommy Tucker,
+    Sing for your supper:
+    What shall I eat?
+    White bread and butter.
+    How shall I cut it
+    Without any knife?
+    How shall I marry
+    Without any wife?
+
+
+    There was a Piper had a Cow,
+      And he had naught to give her;
+    He pulled out his pipes and played her a tune,
+      And bade the cow consider.
+
+    The Cow considered very well,
+      And gave the Piper a penny,
+    And bade him play the other tune:
+      "Corn rigs are bonny."
+
+
+    =Mary Mary quite contrary
+     How does your garden grow?
+     Silver bells and cockle shells
+     And pretty maids all in a row.=
+
+[Illustration: MARY, MARY QUITE CONTRARY
+
+Copyright, 1906, by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY.]
+
+
+    Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-Cross
+      To see what Tommy can buy;
+    A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,
+      And a two-penny apple pie.
+
+
+    Tom, Tom, the piper's son
+    Stole a pig, and away he run;
+    The pig was eat and Tom was beat,
+    And Tom ran crying down the street.
+
+
+    Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief,
+    Taffy came to my house and stole a leg of beef;
+    I went to Taffy's house, Taffy wasn't home;
+    Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow bone.
+    I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed;
+    I took the marrow-bone and beat Taffy's head.
+
+
+    Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town,
+    With a petticoat green and a bright yellow gown.
+
+
+    Pease porridge hot,
+    Pease porridge cold,
+    Pease porridge in the pot
+      Nine days old.
+
+
+        I'll tell you a story
+        About Mary Morey,
+    And now my story's begun.
+        I'll tell you another,
+        About her brother,
+    And now my story's done.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
+    And can't tell where to find them;
+    Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
+    Wagging their tails behind them.
+
+    Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,
+    And dreamt she heard them bleating;
+    When she awoke, 'twas all a joke--
+    Ah! cruel vision so fleeting.
+
+    Then up she took her little crook,
+    Determined for to find them;
+    What was her joy to behold them nigh,
+    Wagging their tails behind them.
+
+
+    To market, to market,
+    To buy a penny bun.
+    Home again, home again,
+    Market is done.
+
+
+    The man in the moon came down too soon,
+      And asked his way to Norwich;
+    He went by the south and burnt his mouth
+      With eating cold plum-porridge.
+
+
+        Hey, diddle, diddle!
+        The cat and the fiddle;
+    The cow jumped over the moon.
+        The little dog laughed
+        To see such craft;
+    And the dish ran away with the spoon.
+
+
+    =Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,
+          Eating of curds and whey;
+     Along came a spider and sat down beside her,
+        And frightened Miss Muffet away.=
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE,MISS MUFFET
+
+Copyright, 1906, by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY.]
+
+
+    When I was a bachelor I lived by myself,
+    And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon the shelf.
+    The rats and the mice they made such a strife,
+    I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife.
+
+    The roads were so bad and the lanes were so narrow,
+    I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheelbarrow.
+    The wheelbarrow broke and my wife had a fall--
+    Down came wheelbarrow, wife, and all.
+
+
+    The rose is red, the violet blue;
+    Sugar is sweet--and so are you.
+    These are the words you bade me say
+    For a pair of new gloves on Easter day.
+
+
+    Great A, little a, bouncing B,
+    The cat's in the cupboard and she can't see.
+
+
+    Hey-ding-a-ding! I heard a bird sing;
+    The parliament soldiers are gone to the king.
+
+
+    There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
+    Seventy times as high as the moon.
+    What she did there I could not but ask it,
+    For in her hand she carried a broom.
+
+    "Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,
+    "Oh whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?"
+    "To sweep the cobwebs off the sky,
+    And I shall be back again by and by."
+
+
+    There was a little man and he had a little gun,
+    And his bullets were made of lead,
+    He shot John Sprig through the middle of his wig,
+    And knocked it right off his head.
+
+
+    There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile;
+    He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
+    He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse;
+    And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Cross patch, draw the latch;
+    Sit by the fire and spin;
+    Take a cup and drink it up,
+    Then call your neighbors in.
+
+
+    Hickory, dickory, dock;
+    The mouse ran up the clock;
+    The clock struck one,
+    The mouse ran down,
+    Hickory, dickory, dock.
+
+
+          "Jack, be nimble,
+           Jack, be quick."
+    Jack ran off with the pudding-stick.
+
+
+    There was an old woman
+    Sold puddings and pies;
+    She went to the mill,
+    And the dust flew in her eyes.
+    Now through the streets,
+    To all she meets,
+    She ever cries,
+    "Hot pies--Hot pies!"
+
+
+      =Jack and Jill went up the hill,
+         To fetch a pail of water;
+    Jack fell down and broke his crown,
+       And Jill came tumbling after.=
+
+[Illustration: JACK AND JILL
+
+Copyright, 1906, by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY.]
+
+
+    Goosey, goosey, gander,
+    Where dost thou wander?
+    Up stairs and down stairs,
+    And in my lady's chamber.
+    There I met an old man
+    Who would not say his prayers,
+    I took him by the hind legs
+    And threw him down stairs.
+
+
+    Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen,
+    She lays eggs for gentlemen;
+    Sometimes nine, and sometimes ten,
+    Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen.
+
+
+    Little Nancy Etticoat
+    In a white petticoat
+    And a red nose;
+    The longer she stands
+    The shorter she grows.
+
+
+    As I was going to St. Ives
+    I met a man with seven wives;
+    Each wife had seven sacks,
+    In each sack were seven cats,
+    And each cat had seven kits.
+    Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
+    How many were going to St. Ives?
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater,
+    Had a wife and couldn't keep her.
+    He put her in a pumpkin shell,
+    And there he kept her very well.
+
+    Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater,
+    Had another and didn't love her.
+    Peter learned to read and spell,
+    And then he loved her very well.
+
+
+      Ding, dong, bell,
+      The cat's in the well.
+      Who put her in?
+      Little Johnny Green.
+      Who pulled her out?
+      Great Johnny Stout.
+    What a naughty boy was that
+    To drown poor pussy cat,
+    Which never did him any harm,
+    But killed the mice in his father's barn.
+
+
+    =Little Jack Horner sat in a corner
+     Eating his Christmas pie.
+     He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum
+     And said what a good boy am I.=
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE JACK HORNER
+
+Copyright, 1906, by FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY.]
+
+
+    Sing a song of sixpence,
+    Pocket full of rye;
+    Four and twenty blackbirds
+    Baked in a pie.
+    When the pie was opened
+    The birds began to sing--
+    Oh, wasn't that a dainty dish
+    To set before the king?
+
+
+    One, two, buckle my shoe;
+    Three, four, shut the door;
+    Five, six, pick up sticks;
+    Seven, eight, lay them straight;
+    Nine, ten, a good fat hen;
+    Eleven, twelve, who will delve?
+    Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting;
+    Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;
+    Seventeen, eighteen, maids a waiting;
+    Nineteen, twenty, I'm very empty.
+    Please, mamma, give me some dinner.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+      Ladybug, ladybug,
+      Fly away home,
+      Your house is on fire,
+    And your children will burn.
+
+
+    Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
+      Kitty Fisher found it;
+    Never a penny was there in it,
+      Save the binding 'round it.
+
+
+    Three wise men of Gotham
+    Went to sea in a bowl.
+    If the bowl had been stronger,
+    My song had been longer.
+
+
+    There was a mad man,
+    And he had a mad wife,
+    And they lived all in a mad lane.
+    They had three children all at a birth,
+    And they too were mad every one.
+    The father was mad,
+    The mother was mad,
+    The children all mad beside;
+    And upon a mad horse they all of them got,
+    And madly away did ride.
+
+
+    Bye, Baby Bunting,
+    Father's gone a hunting,
+    To get a little rabbit skin
+    To wrap the Baby Bunting in.
+
+
+    Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
+    Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full:
+    One for the master, one for the dame,
+    And one for the little boy who lives in the lane.
+
+
+    Hey, rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub,
+      And who do you think were there?
+    The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,
+      And all had come from the fair.
+
+
+    Hush-a-bye baby on the tree top,
+    When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
+    When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
+    Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Produced by Al Haines.
+
+
+
+
+
+                            *SOME ADVENTURES
+                                *_*of*_*
+                           MR. SURELOCK KEYS*
+
+                         *HITHERTO UNRECORDED*
+
+
+                                   by
+
+                             Herbert Beeman
+
+
+
+                     SOLD IN AID OF THE ORGAN FUND
+                    OF ST. MARY'S CHURCH, KERRISDALE
+
+                           PRICE FIFTY CENTS
+
+
+
+                     THE KERRISDALE KRONIKLE OFFICE
+                                  1913
+
+
+
+
+                               *CONTENTS*
+
+      I. THE ADVENTURE OF THE STEVESTON CAR
+     II. THE ADVENTURE OF THE IRATE HOUSE-HOLDER
+    III. THE ADVENTURE OF TWO AND TWO
+     IV. THE ADVENTURE OF THEOPHILUS BROWN
+      V. THE ADVENTURE OF THE THIRTEEN CABS
+     VI. THE ADVENTURE OF MR. SANTA CLAUS
+
+
+
+
+                                  *I.*
+
+                  *THE ADVENTURE OF THE STEVESTON CAR*
+
+
+One evening early in the month of November, 1908, we were sitting in our
+cosy rooms in Butcher Street. I was busy extending the notes I had made
+of some of the marvellous doings of the Great Detective, when Keys
+stretched his long arms towards the gramophone to start the gentleman
+who was "afraid to go home in the dark," off on another long explanation
+of his reasons, but I stopped him with a question--even friendship has
+its limits, you know:
+
+"You saw the _Eburne News_ of Saturday last, Keys, I suppose?" I said.
+
+"You know nothing ever escapes me, Whenson," he replied.
+
+I thought of the Tiger of San Pedro in _Collier's_ and _The Strand_
+recently, but as it would be about as safe to rouse the tiger, I omitted
+the retort obvious.
+
+"You refer to the penetration of the vitrified material by the leaden
+missile, I presume?" he said.
+
+"Yes, the bullet from a .22 through the car window," I replied.
+
+"Well, there was one peculiar thing about that case, but after all it
+was merely a matter of calculation.  The shot was fired according to one
+account at Kerrisdale, and from another between Townsend and Eburne.
+That is easily accounted for.  The shot struck the glass at the first
+named place, but so fast was the car travelling that it had proceeded
+two miles before the bullet reached the woodwork on the other side."
+
+"Oh!" I said.  When I had sufficiently recovered I asked him if he had
+discovered who fired the shot.
+
+"That is a mere vulgar detail, Whenson," he said coldly, as he turned to
+start the gramophone again.
+
+
+
+
+                                 *II.*
+
+               *THE ADVENTURE OF THE IRATE HOUSE-HOLDER*
+
+
+We were just finishing breakfast when the door was unceremoniously burst
+open and an obviously excited little man precipitated himself into the
+room.
+
+"You are an optimist, I perceive," said Keys quietly.
+
+The little man looked amazed, as well he might, not knowing the powers
+of the Great Detective as well as I did.
+
+"How on earth did you know that?" he ejaculated.
+
+"Quite simple, my dear sir," answered Keys, "you came in without
+knocking.  What can I do for you?"
+
+"Well, sir," the little man went on excitedly, "my name is Bloggs, sir,
+Joseph Bloggs, and I am the victim of a conspiracy.  The Council have
+sent me in a bill for $96 for three months water rate, and I never used
+so much in my life.
+
+"No, I can quite believe it," said Keys drily, surveying the rather drab
+appearance of the visible portions of our visitor's anatomy.  "But whom
+do you suspect?"
+
+"Well, sir, I voted against the nincompoops that the effete electors
+have chosen to represent them, and now they're soaking me."
+
+I could not control my laughter at this unconscious pleasantry, but the
+little man glared at me, and Keys frowned me into silence.
+
+"Whenson, he has given me a clue; get my gum boots and a piece of
+blotting paper."
+
+Accustomed to obey his strange commands without question, we were soon
+following Mr. Bloggs to his home.
+
+Once inside the gate, without hesitation Keys strode across the lawn
+till he reached a place under which, owing to the unevenness of the
+ground, it was easy to see the pipe was laid, and stooping down he
+placed the sheet of blotting paper on the grass, and a second later he
+held it up saturated with water.
+
+"There is a break in the pipe, Mr. Bloggs," he said. "Get it mended."
+
+
+
+
+                                 *III.*
+
+                     *THE ADVENTURE OF TWO AND TWO*
+
+
+Keys was giving way to one of those orgies of spring onions and
+Limburger cheese to which he occasionally succumbed--for even the
+greatest of men have failings--and the atmosphere of our dining room was
+very unpleasant to one with my delicate olfactory nerves, so that it was
+with a feeling of positive relief that I welcomed the pungent odor of
+the smoke from a strong black cigar that was wafted in on us as the door
+opened to admit a stranger.
+
+A tall, nervous looking man, he commenced to apologize for having
+interrupted us at supper, but Keys waved aside his explanations and said
+abruptly.  "You are a married man, sir, and very fond of your wife."
+
+Wonderingly our visitor pleaded guilty to both indictments, and Keys
+resumed:
+
+"Of course any one could tell that your wife has given you a Christmas
+present, a man with your intelligence would never buy a cigar like that,
+and only love for her would induce you to smoke it."
+
+"Sir, I can see you are just the man to solve the mystery that is making
+my life a hideous nightmare, if I am fortunate enough to interest you in
+my case.
+
+"My name is Humphrey Drake, and I am a country squire living in a
+peaceful village, and up to a week ago I was as placid as one of my own
+cows, but alas all is changed and I know not what dreadful fate is
+hanging over my head.  I once read a wonderful book called '_The Sign of
+the Four_,' (I am a modest man, so I blushed at this unconscious praise,
+you, dear reader, will know why), and now I fear that the terrible end
+of Bartholemew Sholto will be mine."
+
+Mr. Drake turned very pale, whether from fear, or from the strong cigar,
+I do not know, but after a few minutes he recovered himself, and at
+Keys' request continued his story.
+
+"Last week I had occasion to go to the stable immediately behind the
+house and on one of the walls saw in figures made with a piece of white
+chalk, this sign," and drawing his fountain pen from his pocket, he
+marked on our white table cloth
+
+    2
+    2 .
+    --
+    4 .
+
+"I haven't been able to sleep since, and now I have come to you for
+help."
+
+"Why did you visit the stable, Mr. Drake?" asked Keys.
+
+"Well, lately the carriage and harness have not been properly cleaned,
+or the horse well groomed, and I went to speak to the stable-man about
+it."
+
+Hastily consulting a time-table, Keys disappeared into his bed room,
+returning the next moment disguised as a stable-boy, even to a straw,
+which he was chewing assiduously.
+
+"Whenson will put you up, Mr. Drake, and I will report to you at
+breakfast tomorrow morning.  Meanwhile you can sleep in peace."
+
+Coming down to breakfast the next morning, we found Keys seated by the
+fire reading the paper.
+
+"Good morning, all is well, but breakfast first and business
+afterwards," he said.
+
+It was not until our pipes were well alight that Keys deigned to satisfy
+our curiosity.
+
+"The mystery was a very harmless one, Mr. Drake, as I expected it would
+be after the clue you gave me.  I went round to the back of your house
+and looked in at the stable window, and there was the culprit, your
+young stable-man, with a laudable desire to improve his mind, though
+rather at the expense of his duty to you, I am afraid, was pouring over
+the arithmetic section of Barmsbirth's Universal Educator, and with a
+piece of white chalk was endeavoring to work out a simple sum on your
+stable wall, and, my dear sir, the answer to his sum, and the
+explanation of your mystery, is that two and two make four."
+
+
+
+
+                                 *IV.*
+
+                  *THE ADVENTURE OF THEOPHILUS BROWN*
+
+
+"'Tis not in mortals to command success," as the Immortal Bard hath it,
+and to illustrate the fact that my friend, Mr. Surelock Keys, really is
+mortal which one might easily doubt from some of the marvellous things
+that he has done, I will give you an incident that happened recently.
+
+A tremendous battering at my bedroom door woke me from a sound sleep,
+and an urgent request from Keys, to join him downstairs, hurried me into
+my clothes.  On entering the dining room I saw a pallid youth whom Keys
+introduced as Mr. Theophilus Brown.
+
+Then Keys, in his most abrupt manner, asked him what he wished to tell
+us, and after much hesitation, and with frightened glances towards the
+door, he blurted out a very incoherent and rambling story about a
+severed leg, that he had seen hanging up somewhere, on his way home the
+previous evening, and how he was afraid something dreadful would happen
+to him because he didn't tell the police.
+
+"Well, you can now, here is our old friend, Inspector Morebusiness"
+(You, dear reader, can guess his real name). "Tell the Inspector what
+you saw."
+
+"It was a leg of mutton hanging up in a butcher's shop," shouted the
+miserable would-be humorist, as he made a dash out of the door, just in
+time to escape the bottle of ink that Keys sent hurtling through the
+air, only, alas! to smash on the rapidly closing door.
+
+The Inspector rolling on the floor in a paroxysm of laughter could
+hardly get out the words.  "First of April," and Keys sank back in his
+chair muttering the monosyllable "Stung!"
+
+
+
+
+                                  *V.*
+
+                  *THE ADVENTURE OF THE THIRTEEN CABS*
+
+
+London was in the throes of a general strike, and the labour world in
+such a seething ferment that many of the unions had broken from the
+control of their leaders, while others were led to lengths that many of
+the members deeply regretted, but were unable to prevent, so that deeds
+of violence were of daily occurrence.
+
+As we sat at breakfast Inspector Morebusiness was announced, and Keys
+bade him to enter, not very cordially I am afraid, as it was the first
+time we had seen him since his display of--to put it mildly--undue
+levity over the unfortunate case of Theophilus Brown.  However, on
+seeing how white and worried the Inspector looked, Keys' look of
+annoyance passed away, and heartily inviting him to join us at the
+table, refused to listen to his story until he had done justice to our
+ham and eggs and coffee.
+
+It was a terrible story that the inspector had to tell us. nothing less
+than the destruction of the National Gallery, with its priceless
+treasures, and of course loss of life, or injury, to anyone happening to
+be in the neighborhood, for nitro-glycerine was the destructive agent
+used.
+
+He went on to say that the police had no clue, and in despair he had
+come to Keys, a genuine acknowledgment of the Great Detective's
+marvellous powers, if a somewhat tardy one.
+
+Keys closely questioned him as to anything unusual having been noticed
+in the vicinity, and the inspector said that one of his men had seen
+thirteen cabs passing shortly before the explosion.
+
+"Arrest the President and all the Officers of the Bakers' and
+Pastrycooks' Union, at once," said Keys.  Greatly wondering, but willing
+to catch at any straw, the Inspector hastened to obey him.
+
+One evening, some little time after the conviction and subsequent
+confession of the men whose arrest Keys had ordered, the Inspector
+dropped in, he said, for a smoke, but it was easy to see that he was
+dying to ask a question, so presently Keys said, "Well, Morebusiness,
+you want to know how I did it."
+
+The Inspector nodded an eager assent.
+
+"Well, my friend, it was quite simple.  Dynamite is heavy stuff, and in
+such a quantity could not have been carried by hand without exciting
+suspicion, but what more harmless looking than a four-wheeler, and
+thirteen of them--isn't that a baker's dozen!"
+
+
+
+
+                                 *VI.*
+
+                   *THE ADVENTURE OF MR. SANTA CLAUS*
+
+
+It was Christmas Eve.  Outside the snow was falling heavily, but we were
+comfortably seated in front of a cheerful fire, in our dining-room in
+Butcher Street.  With strange illogicality Keys was playing "Rest Ye
+Merry Gentlemen" on the comb, for surely one could neither rest nor be
+merry with that beastly row going on, but it was only another proof of
+the extraordinary incongruity of that marvellous man.  Laying down the
+comb--thank goodness--he turned to me.  "Whenson, when I was a little
+boy I believed in Santa Claus, and stockings, and--"
+
+A knock at the door interrupted these remarkable confidences, which were
+revealing the Great Man in a light so foreign to his usual taciturnity.
+
+"Come in," he said.  The door opened slowly, and a strange figure
+appeared before our astonished eyes.  It was a small boy, hardly
+reaching to the handle of the door, and his little cap was covered with
+snow.
+
+"Ah, ha!" said Keys, in his most impressive manner, "you have just come
+in from outside."  At the evidence of such uncanny powers of deduction
+the little creature started to run away.
+
+"Don't be frightened, my little man.  I knew it from the coagulated
+moisture collected on your cap, but little boys must learn to be polite.
+Lift your lid."  He did so, scattering the Christmas largesse all over
+our priceless Bokhara rug.
+
+"Now come over here and tell its your troubles," said Keys kindly.
+
+In the genial warmth of the roaring fire, his damp clothes steaming like
+a hot toddy--a strange concoction of the ancient Romans--his little lips
+lisped a tale of a strangeness such as had surely never been told
+before, unless I may be allowed to except some stories of mine which
+have been published by the well-known firm of Brown & Younger.
+
+"Please sir, I writted a letter to Mr. Sandy Claws Esq., to bring me a
+hairy-plain for Christmas all painted red all over, and the Post-Offis
+they sent the letter back and says as how they carn't find 'im.  I
+knowed you could find anybody, so I come to you."
+
+"Quite right, my little man," and Keys' keen eyes gleamed with
+professional pride.  "You go straight home to bed and to sleep, and I
+will see that Mr. Santa Claus calls and you will find the red aeroplane
+when you wake up in the morning."
+
+Quite satisfied the diminutive client departed, and Keys picked up the
+comb again--I found I had an important engagement and departed also.
+
+It was close on one o'clock in the morning when I returned, and Keys was
+still sitting before the fire.  With unusual geniality he got up and
+held out his hand.  "Merry Christmas, Whenson."  We shook hands.
+Feeling something sticky, I looked at my right hand, and saw some red
+paint on it, and then I noticed some white fluff adhering to the front
+of his coat.
+
+Keys often assumed disguises, but--as Santa Claus!--well, I forgave him
+the comb.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
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+      (example: 2{nd}).
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+
+
+
+FROM THE AUSTRALIAN FRONT
+
+
+[Illustration: "Cook."
+
+Drawn by Will Dyson.]
+
+
+FROM THE AUSTRALIAN FRONT
+
+The Net Profits from Sales will be devoted
+to Australian Soldiers' Patriotic Fund
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Cassell and Company, Ltd
+London, New York, Toronto and Melbourne
+1917
+
+
+
+
+_The Photographs in this book are reproduced from Australian
+and British official negatives taken by the following official
+photographers--Capt. F. Hurley, Lieut. E. Brooks, Lieut. H. F. Baldwin,
+and Lieut. G. H. Wilkins, A.F.C._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Header showing mounted soldier and horse-drawn wagon.]
+
+
+
+
+INTRODUCTION
+
+
+At Christmas, two years ago, as a result of the hard work of its
+Editors and other members of the A.I.F., we were presented with an
+excellent production in the form of the "Anzac Book." That was our
+second Christmas at war. We are now approaching our fourth, and let
+us hope it may be the last one during which we shall find ourselves
+fighting. Our kind friends have again come forward and presented us
+with a book, not quite so ambitious as the "Anzac Book" was, but one
+which we hope will convey to those whom we left behind in Australia,
+and who we know are thinking of us, some idea of our surroundings on
+the battle fronts of the Australians; and which carries with it our
+whole-hearted hopes and good wishes for those at home.
+
+With it, I feel I have the privilege of sending my most grateful thanks
+to all for their past work, and my best of good wishes to every member
+of the A.I.F. for the future.
+
+[Illustration: Signature]
+
+  FRANCE,
+  _28th September, 1917_.
+
+[Illustration: Footer showing soldiers walking]
+
+[Illustration: "What! Last another five years?"]
+
+[Illustration: The Leader: A Winter Snapshot of General Birdwood and
+his Chief of Staff.]
+
+[Illustration: The Abbey de Bertin, St. Omer.]
+
+[Illustration: Winter in France.
+
+The Jock: "Weel, Anzac, and what are ye going to do when the war's
+ower?"
+
+Frozen Bill: "Me? I'm goin' to the centre of Australia for two bloomin'
+years to thaw out."]
+
+[Illustration: The Arrival in Flanders.]
+
+[Illustration: One of the Earliest Battalions to enter the Trenches in
+France.]
+
+[Illustration: One of the Early Billets: A Bomb School in Flanders.]
+
+[Illustration: Snapped in a Farm in Flanders.]
+
+[Illustration: The Headquarters Cook-house in the Peaceful Line.]
+
+[Illustration: In the Early Days: An Estaminet reached by jumping out
+of the Communication Trench within 800 yards of the Front Line.]
+
+[Illustration: The Dug-outs which we used to build.]
+
+[Illustration: The Trenches amongst the Summer Flowers.]
+
+[Illustration: In the Peaceful Line.]
+
+[Illustration: No-Man's-Land in the Peaceful Line.
+
+It was across exactly such a spot, but wider, that the Australians
+charged when first they entered heavy fighting in France before
+Fromelles, on July 19, 1916.]
+
+[Illustration: Pozières.
+
+Just after midnight on July 23, 1916, those Australians who had been
+brought South and put into the Great Battle of the Somme, attacked and
+took this village. A few walls and rafters were then remaining.]
+
+[Illustration: The Chalk-pit past which they approached.]
+
+[Illustration: "Gibraltar."
+
+A reinforced concrete entrance to a cellar and German dug-out. The
+surrounding house had long been blown away.]
+
+[Illustration: One of the old 5·9 Howitzers taken in the First
+Assault.]
+
+[Illustration: Sausage Valley: The Busiest Thoroughfare in the
+Australian World in those Days.]
+
+[Illustration: A Famous Staff at Breakfast in Sausage Valley.]
+
+[Illustration: Fatigue Parties in the Moonlight.]
+
+[Illustration: Ammunition Wagons galloping past the Long Guns in
+Sausage Valley.]
+
+[Illustration: A Gun of the R.A.G.A. near Fricourt.]
+
+[Illustration: The Bombardment of Pozières by the Germans in the First
+Days of August, 1916.]
+
+[Illustration: Pozières Windmill: The Summit of the Somme.
+
+Captured on August 4 after two heavy fights.]
+
+[Illustration: Centre Way, near Pozières Church.]
+
+[Illustration: One of the "O.G." Lines near Pozières Windmill.
+
+They were blotted out here by bombardment.]
+
+[Illustration: The Main Street of Pozières from Centreway Trench.]
+
+[Illustration: The Church at Pozières.]
+
+[Illustration: The Cemetery at Pozières.]
+
+[Illustration: Machine-gunners coming out past Casualty Corner:
+Contalmaison in the distance.]
+
+[Illustration: A Victorian Brigade straight out of Pozières passing
+another Victorian Brigade on its way in.]
+
+[Illustration: Mouquet Farm: The Next Stage in the Pozières Fight.
+
+Looking towards Pozières, which is about a mile away beyond the crest.]
+
+[Illustration: Australians in the Dressing-station at Becourt Château
+during the early days of Pozières.]
+
+[Illustration: The Shell-holes of Pozières Village during the following
+Winter.]
+
+[Illustration: Unveiling the Memorial put up to one of the Australian
+Divisions which fought at Pozières.]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+Brother Dost Thou See Them
+
+A Soldier of the Cross (Iron)
+
+Come Let Us Join Our Cheerful Songs
+
+He Liveth Long Who Liveth Well (The Battalion Q.M.S.)
+
+Throw Out the Life-line
+
+One There Is Who Loves Thee
+
+Knocking Knocking Who Is There
+
+Where Is My Boy Tonight.
+
+What Means This Eager Anxious Throng (The Rum Ration)
+
+  W L King
+  60{th} Batt
+  A I F
+
+Hymn Titles Adapted.]
+
+[Illustration: In the Field Dressing-station.
+
+The Padre: "Are you an R.C., my lad?"
+
+The Hard Case: "No, I'm a machine-gunner."]
+
+[Illustration: Officer: "Why do you not salute?"
+
+Anzac: "Well, to tell you the truth, digger, we've cut it right out."]
+
+[Illustration: Remembrances?
+
+"What does that noise remind you of?"
+
+"'Ome on a Saturday night."]
+
+[Illustration: Shell- and Mine-torn Ground at Hill 60, Ypres.]
+
+[Illustration: The same: Very Extensive Defensive Works were undertaken
+by the Australian Troops at Ypres in 1916 during the short time within
+which they stayed there.]
+
+[Illustration: Australians Re-entering the Somme in the Autumn, 1916.
+Mud-splashed Gun-teams along the road to Montauban.]
+
+[Illustration: A Cook-house in Montauban.]
+
+[Illustration: The Field Cooker in a Winter Billet behind the Somme.]
+
+[Illustration: Fritz's Folly: Scene of a Winter Fight on the Somme.]
+
+[Illustration: The Somme Mud: In the Trenches.]
+
+[Illustration: Where the Mud was a Tragedy: The Carriage of the
+Wounded.]
+
+[Illustration: The First Immense Alleviation: Tramways.]
+
+[Illustration: A Second Alleviation: The Duckboards.]
+
+[Illustration: The Somme Mud: At the Water Point, Montauban.]
+
+[Illustration: A First Improvement in Trenches: A Dry Trench in the
+Front Line.]
+
+[Illustration: Flers: Held by the Australians all the Winter.]
+
+[Illustration: Factory Corner near Flers: A Notable Point during the
+Winter.]
+
+[Illustration: A Precious Consolation: Hot Coffee in Jam Tins at the
+Comfort Fund's Stall, Longueval.
+
+The two splendid men who are serving in this picture were both killed
+when the Town Hall at Bapaume was blown down by a delayed German mine.]
+
+[Illustration: The Winter Hospital: In the Chapel at Millencourt.]
+
+[Illustration: The Canteen: Behind the Somme.]
+
+[Illustration: All that is Left of Gueudecourt--the Pond and the
+Church.]
+
+[Illustration: Machine Gun Firing at an Aeroplane.]
+
+[Illustration: Martinpuich.]
+
+[Illustration: Optimism.
+
+"Well, thank God, at least there are no flies!"]
+
+[Illustration: Stiffness.
+
+1st Anzac: "Blime, digger, we're stiff. Beer's all froze."
+
+2nd Ditto: "Wonder if they'll sell it by the block."]
+
+[Illustration: A "Rum" Fellow But "Somme" Boy.
+
+John P. Davis
+
+A.I.F
+
+(53{rd} Bn.)]
+
+[Illustration: Across the Snow, Near Flers, Jan. 1917.
+
+The Duckboards.]
+
+[Illustration: The Butte De Warlencourt, March 23{rd} 1917.
+
+The Butte; When we were able to look back on it.]
+
+[Illustration: The Snow: Near Bazentin.
+
+The latter part of the winter was very bitter, with six weeks'
+continuous frost, but immensely preferable to the mud of the earlier
+months.]
+
+[Illustration: Australian Transport in the Snow.]
+
+[Illustration: A Game of Pitch-and-Toss amongst the Reserve Troops.]
+
+[Illustration: Spoiling the German Coal-dump in the Winter's
+No-Man's-Land.
+
+On February 24, 1917, the Germans were found to be evacuating their
+lines on the Somme. This photograph shows men getting coal from the old
+German railway dump, which all the Winter had been in No-Man's-Land
+before Le Sars. The Butte of Warlencourt appears in the background.]
+
+[Illustration: Engineers beginning on the Track across "The Maze," part
+of the old German Front Line which had been held all the Winter.]
+
+[Illustration: German Heavy Shell searching for Australian Batteries
+which had been hurriedly pushed forward to Eaucourt l'Abbaye.]
+
+[Illustration: Supports waiting in the Public Grounds at Bapaume--its
+old Fortress Moat--on the day on which they followed the Germans
+through the Town.]
+
+[Illustration: The Streets of Bapaume on the Day of its Occupation.
+
+It had been blown up and burnt by the Germans.]
+
+[Illustration: A Band playing in Bapaume the Day after its Capture. The
+Town was still Burning.]
+
+[Illustration: Bapaume Town Hall.
+
+A mine with delayed fuse was under the building at the time this
+photograph was taken. It blew up a few days later.]
+
+[Illustration: Australian Transport halted in Bapaume when the Streets
+had just been cleared.]
+
+[Illustration: One of the Villages which were taken after Sharp
+Fighting as the Advance began to approach Cambrai.]
+
+[Illustration: An Australian Battery coming into Position beyond
+Bapaume.]
+
+[Illustration: An Impression.]
+
+[Illustration: Bringing up Rations.]
+
+[Illustration: One of the Villages in the open beyond Bapaume.
+
+Most of the trees throughout this country were cut down by the Germans
+before leaving.]
+
+[Illustration: The Hindenburg Line taken on April 11, 1917, and again
+on May 3.]
+
+[Illustration: Shrapnel-Burst over our Stretcher-Bearers.]
+
+[Illustration: A Trench Mortar in the Hindenburg Line.]
+
+[Illustration: The Advanced Ambulance Wagon during the Bullecourt Days.]
+
+[Illustration: The Winter in Northern Billets.
+
+Even in the best trenches the mud was a problem.]
+
+[Illustration: The Division which broke through the Hindenburg Wire
+reviewed by Gen. Birdwood after the Fight.]
+
+[Illustration: An Australian Artillery Officer's Home on the Somme.]
+
+[Illustration: Gen Birdwood presenting Captain H. Murray, V.C., with
+the Ribbon of the D.S.O. to which he Won a Bar at Bullecourt. (Gen.
+Holmes in the background.)]
+
+[Illustration: How Rations to Troops _should_ be Served.]
+
+[Illustration: How they Serve _Themselves_ if Allowed to.]
+
+[Illustration: Overheard in a French Village.
+
+The Boy: "Hello, Bully Beef!"]
+
+[Illustration: From a Christmas Letter.
+
+  "I was eatin' Christmas puddin' in the mud,
+    When a whizzbang 'it me collar wiv a thud,
+  An' I honestly expected that me bits 'ud be collected,
+    But my luck was in--the beggar was a dud."]
+
+[Illustration: "I say, cobber, got 'ny room in there for me an' another
+bloke?"]
+
+[Illustration: "When we had to thaw our boots before we could put them
+on our remarks were not pleasant to hear."]
+
+[Illustration: 1. My Home in Dixie.]
+
+[Illustration: 2. My Home with a Dixie.]
+
+[Illustration: Australians studying the large Contour Map which was
+made for the Troops to give them a good knowledge of the country around
+Messines over which they had to attack.]
+
+[Illustration: A Wagon rushing a road during the German shelling of our
+Batteries before Messines.]
+
+[Illustration: A German Shell bursting during the Messines Battle.]
+
+[Illustration: All that is left of the German Front Line at Messines.]
+
+[Illustration: A German Shell-burst during the Battle of Messines.]
+
+[Illustration: Battle of Messines: A Lorry-load of Australians watching
+a Burning Dump which had been hit by the German Shelling.]
+
+[Illustration: The Ridge at Messines: Scene of the Attack on June 7,
+1917.]
+
+[Illustration: All that is left of Messines.]
+
+[Illustration: A German Concrete and Steel Blockhouse of the type which
+Australians first met at Messines.]
+
+[Illustration: A German Concrete Blockhouse at Messines.
+
+Showing bits of the old "camouflage" for screening it on top, and the
+sockets for machine-gun ammunition let into the rear face of it.]
+
+[Illustration: A German "Pill-Box" Shelter at Messines.]
+
+[Illustration: Messines: Wounded Coming Back during the Fight.]
+
+[Illustration: Maj.-Gen. W. Holmes, C.M.G., D.S.O., Killed near
+Messines shortly after the Battle.]
+
+[Illustration: An Australian Heavy Howitzer in Action.]
+
+[Illustration: Coming out of the Line for a Rest.]
+
+[Illustration: Behind the Lines: H.M. The King, with Gen. Birdwood
+leaving an Australian Sports Ground.]
+
+[Illustration: Fatigue Work somewhere on the Somme Front.]
+
+[Illustration: Extract from Intelligence Report:
+
+"Yesterday two of our pigeons failed to return."]
+
+[Illustration: Divisional Baths.
+
+Billjim: "'Ow do yer git into the bloomin' bath, digger?"
+
+Orderly (thoughtfully): "Do yer see that tap? Well, crawl up through
+it."]
+
+[Illustration: Some Duds.
+
+1. Fritz: "Vill ve not another strategic retreat make when I haf nice
+fixed up my dug-out?"
+
+2. Christmas Cheer--A Dud.
+
+3. Après la Guerre--Another Dud.]
+
+[Illustration: "Somebody's Darling."]
+
+[Illustration: My God!]
+
+[Illustration: A Brigade A.F.A. out for a Brief Rest after many months
+in the Firing Line.]
+
+[Illustration: Part of an old big Crater at Hill 60, near Ypres.]
+
+[Illustration: Beginning of the Battle beyond Ypres: A Howitzer in
+Action.]
+
+[Illustration: A Siege Battery in Action: Firing a Howitzer.]
+
+[Illustration: How the Guns are Worked in Gas.]
+
+[Illustration: A Scene on a Road near Ypres.]
+
+[Illustration: Ruins of the Cloth Hall, Ypres.]
+
+[Illustration: Shell Bursting amid the Ruins of Ypres.]
+
+[Illustration: Ruins at Ypres.]
+
+[Illustration: Ruins at Ypres.]
+
+[Illustration: A Big Crater. This was 75 yards in circumference.]
+
+[Illustration: After the Battle of Menin Road.
+
+Wounded waiting to be taken to the dressing-station.]
+
+[Illustration: Clearing the Roadway.]
+
+THE GIRL HE LEFT BEHIND.
+
+(With apologies to Capt. Bruce Bairnsfather.)
+
+[Illustration: France, 11.30 p.m. "I wonder if the same dear old Moon is
+shining through her bedroom window."]
+
+[Illustration: Blighty, 11.30 p.m. The Girl: "How annoying this beastly
+old Moon is!"]
+
+[Illustration: One of the old Platoon.
+
+Drawn by Will Dyson.]
+
+[Illustration: Food for the Guns.]
+
+[Illustration: Scene in an Advanced Dressing-Station.]
+
+[Illustration: A Shell burst in Glencorse Wood.]
+
+[Illustration: Australian Pioneers construct a Roadway while the Battle
+is proceeding.]
+
+[Illustration: Boche Prisoners assisting to bring in our Wounded.]
+
+[Illustration: Conducting Battle Operations.]
+
+[Illustration: Communications must be kept up at all costs, and
+these men are seen going to run out New Lines during the Battle of
+Zonnebeke.]
+
+[Illustration: The Effect of a 9.2 British Shell on a Reinforced
+Concrete German Dug-out.
+
+The dug-out was some feet below the surface of the ground and the
+concrete roof and wall were over 2 feet thick.]
+
+[Illustration: A Boche Residence that is practically Shell-proof.]
+
+[Illustration: An Australian Pigeons Dispatch Rider leaving Signals
+H.Q.]
+
+[Illustration: The Fight for the Ridges: A Procession of Boche
+Prisoners to our rear.]
+
+[Illustration: Boche Prisoners wearing their Characteristic Helmets.]
+
+[Illustration: The Fight for the Ridges: The Type of Ground over which
+the Advance was made during September.]
+
+[Illustration: A Few "Empties" used during the Battle of Zonnebeke.]
+
+[Illustration: A Captured Strong Point.
+
+Note the great thickness of concrete above the entrance.]
+
+[Illustration: A Captured Flammenwerfer.]
+
+[Illustration: The Fight for the Ridges: The Advanced Line in
+Shell-holes.]
+
+[Illustration: After a Battle: Wounded awaiting Ambulance Transport.]
+
+[Illustration: What it Feels Like without a Pass when on Leave.]
+
+[Illustration: The Clean Page--When?]
+
+PRINTED BY CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED, LA BELLE SAUVAGE, LONDON, E.C.4
+F. 1000. 1117
+
+
+
+
+  +----------------------------------------------------------------- +
+  | Transcriber's note:                                              |
+  |                                                                  |
+  | Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note.     |
+  +------------------------------------------------------------------+
+
+
+
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+
+  No.]      [1.
+
+  _THE WIG_,
+
+  AND THE
+
+  SHOULDER OF MUTTON.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+  With neat Engravings on Wood.
+
+  LONDON:
+
+  Published by A. K. Newman & Co. Leadenhall St.
+  and Dean and Munday, Threadneedle Street.
+
+  _Price 2d._
+
+[Illustration: FRONTISPIECE.
+
+_AUGUSTUS FRIGHTENING HIS BROTHER._
+
+_page 26._]
+
+
+
+
+THE WIG AND THE SHOULDER OF MUTTON; OR, THE FOLLY OF JUVENILE FEARS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  LONDON:
+  PUBLISHED BY
+  DEAN & MUNDAY, THREADNEEDLE-STREET; AND
+  A. K. NEWMAN & Co. LEADENHALL-STREET.
+  ———
+  _Price Two-pence._
+
+
+
+
+THE WIG
+
+AND
+
+THE SHOULDER OF MUTTON.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+MR. FRIENDLY was one afternoon at home, and in the drawing-room with
+his four children, Lambert, Charlotte, Dorothy, and Felix, when three
+gentlemen, whose names were Vernon, Fairfield, and Fitzwilliam, came
+to see him. The children loved them greatly, and were rejoiced to see
+them. They would always listen to their conversation with a greedy ear,
+because it was both amusing and instructive; and on this occasion sat
+till the night came on, without perceiving that they wanted candles.
+Mr. Vernon was relating a very curious circumstance that happened to
+him in his travels, when a singular noise was heard from the second
+flight of stairs. The children crowded together in a fright, behind
+their father, instead of going to see what was the matter, as they
+ought to have done. Mr. Vernon bid his eldest son, Lambert, step out;
+but Lambert passed the order to his sister Charlotte; Charlotte to
+Dorothy; and Dorothy passed it on to Felix.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+All this was transacted in a moment. Mr. Friendly eyed them with a
+look, which seemed to ask if he or his friends should take the trouble
+to rise, and see what accident had happened.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Upon this, the four began their march towards the door, in the figure
+of a square, each supported by the other. They were now come near the
+door, when Lambert, with a fearful step, advanced and opened it;
+but instantly fell back into his former place. The little ones were
+terrified on seeing an apparition clothed in white, crawling along. In
+short, our heroes uttered a shriek, and retreated towards their father,
+who rose from his seat, went to the door to ascertain the cause, and
+asked who was there.
+
+“I, sir!” replied a voice, that appeared to issue from some part of
+the flooring.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“I!” said Mr. Friendly, “and pray who are you?”
+
+“The barber’s boy, sir, looking for your wig.”
+
+Think, little friends, what bursts of laughter now succeeded their
+preceding silence. Mr. Friendly rang the bell for a light, and when it
+came, perceived the wig-box broken, and the unfortunate wig entangled
+about the boy’s right foot.
+
+The father now asked his children what they had been afraid of. They
+could not tell, and really felt ashamed; for they had been accustomed
+from their infancy not to be afraid of being in the dark; and the
+servants were expressly forbidden to tell them any foolish stories
+about ghosts or goblins.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The preceding conversation being thus deranged, it came at last to
+turn upon this subject: what could occasion those surprising fears, so
+common to all children, particularly on going to bed in the dark?
+
+“It is the natural effects of darkness, and that only,” answered Mr.
+Vernon; “as children cannot properly distinguish objects around them
+in the dark, their imagination, which is always smitten with the
+marvellous, shapes them out extraordinary figures, by enlarging or
+contracting what they look at, just as circumstances govern. Upon this,
+the notion of their weakness easily persuades them they are utterly
+unable to resist those monsters, which they think armed to hurt them.
+Terror thus obtains possession of them, and too frequently impresses
+fears which have the worst consequences.”
+
+“They would be ashamed,” said Mr. Friendly, “if they saw in open day
+what often gives them so much fright by night.”
+
+“It was for all the world,” said Lambert, “just as if I saw it; but I
+needed only touch it, and then I knew very well what it was.”
+
+“Oh, yes,” said Charlotte, “you have given us a very admirable proof of
+your courage. Needed only touch it! And therefore, I suppose, you would
+have had me touch the door, but that I pushed you forward.”
+
+“It becomes you well to talk about my fear,” said Lambert; “you that
+got behind poor Felix.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“And poor little Dorothy behind me,” added the sly Felix.
+
+“Come,” said Mr. Friendly, “I can see you have nothing to reproach
+each other with. But Lambert’s notion is not, upon that account,
+less rational; for, as in all the monstrous shapes that we image out
+continually to ourselves, we have but natural accidents to fear, we
+may ward off all danger by the sense of feeling, which distinguishes
+what frequently deceives the sight. It is the neglect of this
+precaution in our infancy, that makes so many of us fancy ghosts in
+every object round about us. I remember on this head, a story, comical
+enough, which I will tell you.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The four children now came round their father, crying out, “A story!
+oh, a story!” and their father thus began it:—
+
+“In my father’s house, there lived a maid-servant, who one night
+was sent for beer into the cellar. We were all seated at the table,
+but could not set eyes upon the servant or beer. My mother, who was
+rather of a hasty temper, rose from table, and went out to call her.
+As it chanced, the cellar door was open, but she could not make the
+servant hear. My mother ordered me to bring a candle, and go down into
+the cellar with her. I went first to light the way: but as I looked
+straight forward, and did not mind my steps, all at once I fell over
+something rather soft. My light went out and getting up, I put my
+hand upon another hand, quite motionless and cold, which caused me to
+give an involuntary shriek. Upon the cry that I uttered, down came the
+cook-maid with a candle. They drew near, and we discovered the poor
+girl stretched all along upon the ground, face downward, in a swoon. We
+raised her up, and let her have a smelling-bottle. She recovered her
+spirits, but had hardly lifted up her eyes, when she cried out: ‘There!
+there! she is there still.’ ‘Who is there?’ replied my mother. ‘That
+tall woman in white,’ answered she, ‘there, standing in the corner.
+See! see! see!’ We looked the way that she pointed; and really did
+see, as she described it, somewhat white and of a tolerable length,
+suspended in a corner. ‘Is it only that?’ replied the cook-maid,
+bursting out a laughing, ‘why that is nothing but a SHOULDER OF MUTTON,
+which I bought last night. I hung it there, that it might be quite
+fresh and cool, and put a napkin round it, to keep off the flies.’ She
+immediately took off the napkin, and exhibited the shoulder of mutton
+to her fellow servant, who stood trembling with terror.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“It was about a quarter of an hour before she was convinced of her
+ridiculous mistake. She would at first insist upon it, that the phantom
+stared her in the face with saucer eyes; that she had turned to run
+away, but that the ghost had followed her, fastened on her petticoat,
+and seized upon the candle in her hand. What happened after this, she
+could not tell.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“It is very easy to explain all this,” said Mr. Vernon: “and assign the
+reason why your servant fancied thus extravagantly. When the fright
+first seized her and she swooned, the circulation of the blood was
+stopped, and she could not run away; so she thought that she had been
+held. Her limbs were deprived of their strength, so that she could not
+hold the candle, and therefore supposed that the spectre took it from
+her.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“We are happy,” added he, “that the understanding and good sense of
+people have begun to dissipate these foolish notions concerning ghosts
+and goblins. There was once a time of so much ignorance, that these
+ideas, mixed with superstitious notions, had deprived the boldest of
+their courage; but, thank heaven, they are now almost done away in
+towns; though they exist now, in the country, where it is not at all
+uncommon to hear of witches, and evil spirits.”
+
+Mr. Fitzwilliam remarked, that many boys took delight in frightening
+their playmates, not thinking of the ill effects that generally
+attend such pastime. I have myself been very lately told of an unhappy
+incident, which shows how terribly the effects of fear may act on
+children. I will tell you the tale, my little friends, and I hope the
+story will not fail to cure you of a wish to frighten one another when
+it is dark, if ever you give way to such a practice.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“Charles Pomroy, a lad of great vivacity and understanding, had such
+a natural turn for music, that besides his daily lesson on the organ,
+which his master came to give him every morning, he would go at night
+upon a visit to his master, who resided in the neighbourhood, and there
+repeat it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“Charles’s brother Augustus was a good boy likewise, but had something
+of a turn towards drollery: he spent the time, when Charles was busy
+at his book, in scheming how he might play off some trick or other, no
+ways minding who became the object of his waggery. He took notice that
+his brother frequently came home alone, and sometimes when it was dark;
+so he turned his thoughts upon a contrivance to frighten him a little.
+He could walk in stilts. One evening, therefore, at the same time that
+his brother was expected home, he put himself into a pair of very high
+ones, wrapped a great white sheet about him, which trailed far behind
+upon the ground; and took a broad-brimmed hat, which first of all he
+flapped, and having covered it with crape of a sufficient length to
+hang a great way down on every side, but most of all before him, put it
+on his head. Thus frightfully equipped, he placed himself upright, and
+at a little distance from the house, close by the garden-gate, through
+which his brother always used to pass, coming home.
+
+“Charles now returned home, delighted with the tune he had just
+learned, which he was whistling. He was scarce come within a short
+distance of the gate, when he perceived the vast spectre, which held
+out his arms, and advanced to attack him. Overcome with terror at the
+sight of such an apparition, he fell down, deprived of understanding.
+Poor Augustus, who had not foreseen the consequences of his fatal
+frolic, immediately threw away his mask, and fell upon his brother’s
+almost breathless body; he tried every means in his power to re-animate
+him: but, alas! the poor little fellow was almost dead.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“In the greatest agony Augustus called loudly for help, and his parents
+instantly came running to the spot. They carried Charles into the house
+and put him to bed, but it was some time before they could restore
+animation. At length he opened his eyes, and viewed them with a vacant
+stupid look. They called him by every tender name; but he appeared as
+if he did not comprehend them. He endeavoured but in vain, to speak:
+his tongue essayed to do so, but without articulation. He is now deaf,
+dumb, and foolish, and will very probably remain so all his life-time.
+
+“Six or seven months have now passed away since this melancholy
+accident took place, and the doctors who attend him have no hopes of
+his recovery.
+
+“Imagine, my little friends, if you are able, the distress and sorrow
+of his parents. It would certainly have been better for them and him
+too, if he had died on the spot. They would not then have had every
+day before them such a piteous object of affliction and despair.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“But their distress is nothing in comparison to Augustus’s. Since the
+unfortunate accident, he has fretted himself to a mere skeleton. He can
+neither eat nor sleep. His tears exhaust him. Twenty times a-day he
+walks about the room, and suddenly stops short: he wrings his hands,
+pulls up his hair, and curses even his birth. He calls and embraces
+his dear brother, who no longer knows him. I have seen them both, and
+cannot tell which of the two is most unhappy.”
+
+
+  FINIS.
+
+
+  Dean and Munday, Printers, Threadneedle-street.
+
+
+
+
+WIG & SHOULDER OF MUTTON.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+CHILDREN’S BOOKS,
+
+_Printed in neat uniform size, and embellished, with numerous neat
+Engravings_.
+
+  No.
+   1 Wig, and Shoulder of Mutton.
+   2 History of Goody Two-Shoes.
+   3 Edward & Julia, or Visits to the Village.
+   4 Nursery Rhymes and Infant Tales.
+   5 Juvenile Puzzler, or Riddle-Book.
+   6 Charlotte and Frances, or Reward for Kindness.
+   7 Cinderella and her Glass Slippers.
+   8 Child’s Picture Alphabet.
+   9 The World turned Upside Down.
+  10 Butterfly’s Ball, & Grasshopper’s Feast.
+  11 Four Seasons, and Little Brother.
+  12 Cottage Garden, or Infant Tutor.
+  13 Little Red Riding-Hood.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Transcriber’s Notes:
+
+Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
+
+Page 25, “brimed” changed to “brimmed” (broad-brimmed hat)
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Wig and the Shoulder of Mutton, by Anonymous
+
+
+
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+
+
+                            FIFTEEN NEW WAYS
+
+                              FOR OYSTERS
+
+
+
+
+                             MRS S T RORER
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+OTHER BOOKS
+
+          BY MRS S T RORER
+
+
+MRS RORER’S COOK BOOK
+
+    nearly 600 pages of the choicest
+    recipes in every department of
+    cookery; bound in washable oilcloth
+    covers, $1.75
+
+CANNING AND PRESERVING
+
+    paper covers, 40 cents; cloth, 75
+    cents
+
+HOT WEATHER DISHES
+
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+    cents
+
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+
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+    cents
+
+TWENTY QUICK SOUPS
+
+FIFTEEN NEW WAYS FOR OYSTERS
+
+HOW TO USE A CHAFING DISH
+
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+
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+
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+
+    Each of the above six volumes is bound
+    in a different colored linen cloth,
+    beautifully stamped in colors; price
+    25 cents each
+
+
+
+
+                     ARNOLD AND COMPANY Publishers
+                              PHILADELPHIA
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                            FIFTEEN NEW WAYS
+                              FOR OYSTERS
+
+
+
+
+                            BY MRS S T RORER
+
+
+
+
+                              PHILADELPHIA
+                           ARNOLD AND COMPANY
+
+
+
+
+                    Copyright 1894 by Mrs S T Rorer
+
+
+
+
+Printed by
+George H Buchanan and Company
+Philadelphia
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                                CONTENTS
+
+
+                     Curried Oysters
+                     Sauted Oysters
+                     Boiled Oysters
+                     Oysters a la Newburg
+                     Keebobbed Oysters
+                     Pan Baked
+                     Oyster Tarts
+                     Creamed Oysters
+                     Spindled Oysters
+                     Scallop of Oyster and Macaroni
+                     Bisque of Oyster
+                     Oysters en Coquille
+                     Oysters Stuffed
+                     Oysters on Mushrooms
+                     Baked Mushrooms
+                     Larded Oysters Broiled
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                            CURRIED OYSTERS
+
+
+Drain twenty-five good, fat oysters, boil the liquor, skim and strain
+it. Into a saucepan put one tablespoonful of butter, slice into it one
+good-sized onion; stir and cook until the onion is a golden brown. Then
+add a level tablespoonful of flour, mix and add the oyster liquor, which
+should measure one-half pint. If it does not, add sufficient chicken
+stock to make the quantity; stir until boiling; mix a teaspoonful of
+curry powder with a little stock, a teaspoonful of turmeric, moistened
+with a little starch, and boil again; add one-half teaspoonful of salt
+and strain into the upper part of a double boiler. Have ready now a
+griddle, quite hot. Brush it lightly with butter, throw on four or five
+of the oysters; as soon as they sear or brown, turn them, brown, and
+throw them into the curry sauce. So continue until you have the whole
+number cooked. Serve at once.
+
+
+
+
+                             SAUTED OYSTERS
+
+
+Drain twenty-five fat oysters, spread them out on a board, carefully
+lifting them with the fingers by the muscular part. Never stick a fork
+into an oyster. With a soft piece of cheese cloth, dry each one
+carefully without bruising. Dust lightly with salt and red pepper. Have
+ready a large sheet-iron sauted pan. Put in the bottom just sufficient
+butter to keep the oyster from sticking. Have at your side the serving
+dish, nicely heated, in which you may put a tablespoonful of butter, and
+if you use wine, a tablespoonful of sherry, and about four drops of
+Worcestershire sauce. Now throw the oysters, a few at a time, into the
+hot pan. Shake them. Lift them quickly as soon as the gills have curled;
+put them into the serving dish and then cook a second lot. Do not cook
+over eight at a time. Serve at once.
+
+
+
+
+                             BOILED OYSTERS
+
+
+Melt two tablespoonfuls of butter and then strain or pour it off
+carefully, leaving the sediment in the melting pan. Put the strained
+butter in a heated dish in which you are going to serve the oysters.
+Have ready a good-sized kettle of boiling water. Have the oysters
+drained in a bowl, which hold close to the kettle in your left hand. Now
+with a skimmer take out five or six oysters. Throw them into the boiling
+water for just a minute. Then with the same skimmer take them out, drain
+carefully, throw them into the heated dish of melted butter, and so
+continue until you have the desired quantity boiled. Add then to each
+twenty-five a half-teaspoonful of salt and just a grain of cayenne.
+Serve smoking hot. This is one of the most delicious ways of cooking
+oysters. If you use wine, two tablespoonfuls of sherry may be added.
+
+
+
+
+                          OYSTERS A LA NEWBURG
+
+
+Drain fifty oysters; pour over them a pitcher of cold water. Have ready
+a granite pan, smoking hot; throw in the oysters; add two ounces of
+butter, a teaspoonful of salt and a quarter of a teaspoonful of pepper.
+Stir carefully with a wooden spoon until the oysters are smoking hot.
+Have ready the yolks of two eggs beaten with six tablespoonfuls of
+cream; add quickly−−do not boil; then add a tablespoonful of sherry and
+serve on nicely browned toast.
+
+
+
+
+                           KEEBOBBED OYSTERS
+
+
+Drain fifty oysters. Boil the liquor, skim and strain, and stand aside
+until wanted. Take the white part from one root of celery, and slice it
+very fine. Chop sufficient parsley to make two tablespoonfuls. Put out
+on the board about a pint of stale bread crumbs; beat four eggs; add to
+them about four tablespoonfuls of oyster liquor. Now dip each oyster
+first in the egg and then into the crumbs. Arrange them neatly over the
+bottom of a baking dish, crowding them just a little; sprinkle over them
+salt, pepper, celery and parsley; then dip again and put over another
+layer of oysters; season, add celery and parsley, and so continue until
+the baking dish is full; having the last layer oysters. Cut a
+tablespoonful of butter into pieces, and put them over the top; pour a
+gill of the oyster liquor over the whole. Bake in quick oven twenty
+minutes. Serve smoking hot.
+
+
+
+
+                               PAN BAKED
+
+
+Drain twenty-five oysters free from all liquor. The oysters should be
+good-sized and fat. In the bottom of an individual baking dish put one
+square of nicely toasted bread. On top of this arrange about six
+oysters; sprinkle over them a quarter teaspoonful of salt and a dash of
+pepper, and then pour over four tablespoonfuls of cream. Stand these
+dishes in a baking pan, then run into a hot oven for about ten minutes.
+Serve at once in the dishes in which they were cooked.
+
+
+
+
+                              OYSTER TARTS
+
+
+Have ready about half-pound of French puff paste. Drain fifty oysters.
+Put ten into individual baking dishes. Dust over about a quarter
+teaspoonful of salt, a grain of red pepper, and place in the center a
+bit of butter the size of a hickory nut. Roll the paste into a thin
+sheet; with a round cutter stamp out a top. Place this top over the
+oysters, brush it lightly with the yolk of an egg, and bake in a quick
+oven twenty minutes. Serve in the dishes in which they were baked.
+These, if carefully made, are sightly and are certainly very good.
+
+
+
+
+                            CREAMED OYSTERS
+
+
+Drain fifty oysters; pour over them a pitcher of cold water. Then turn
+them into a saucepan; bring them to a boiling point, drain again, this
+time saving the liquor. Measure it, and add to it sufficient milk to
+make one pint. Put two tablespoonfuls of butter and two of flour into a
+saucepan; mix over the fire without browning; then add the oyster liquor
+and milk; stir constantly until boiling; add the oysters, and bring just
+to boiling point. Take from the fire, add a teaspoonful of salt, a
+quarter of a teaspoonful of pepper, and if you use wine, two
+tablespoonfuls of sherry. Serve at once.
+
+
+
+
+                            SPINDLED OYSTERS
+
+
+Drain twenty-five large oysters. Cut breakfast bacon into very thin
+slices, and then cut each slice into three pieces. Take an ordinary
+broiling skewer; run it through the hard part of an oyster and then back
+so as to pin each oyster between two pieces of bacon; that is, run the
+skewer through a piece of bacon as though you were sticking it with a
+pin, then through an oyster, and then through another piece of bacon,
+and so on until the skewer is filled. Arrange all the skewers neatly on
+a double broiler; broil quickly over a clear fire, first on one side
+then on the other. Serve at once on the skewers.
+
+
+
+
+                         SCALLOP OF OYSTER AND
+                                MACARONI
+
+
+Break four ounces of macaroni into pieces two inches long; throw into
+boiling water; boil rapidly thirty minutes; drain; throw into cold water
+for fifteen minutes; drain again. Drain fifty oysters. Put a layer of
+these oysters into the bottom of a baking dish, then a layer of the
+boiled macaroni; another layer of oysters and macaroni; dusting a little
+salt and pepper over each layer; continue until the dish is filled;
+having the last layer macaroni. Cut a tablespoonful of butter into bits.
+Put the bits over the top, and dust thickly with bread crumbs. Pour over
+this four tablespoonfuls of cream, and bake in a quick oven about twenty
+minutes.
+
+
+
+
+                            BISQUE OF OYSTER
+
+
+Drain fifty oysters; boil and skim the liquor. Chop the oysters with a
+silver knife; add them to the liquor; boil and skim again. Put one quart
+of milk in a double boiler; rub together two tablespoonfuls of butter
+and three tablespoonfuls of flour; add this to the hot milk; stir
+constantly until smooth and thick as cream. Add one teaspoonful of
+celery pepper and the oysters. Strain through a sieve, pressing lightly;
+add teaspoonful of salt, and serve at once.
+
+
+
+
+                          OYSTERS EN COQUILLE
+
+
+Boil in their own liquor twenty-five fat oysters. Drain, and chop with a
+silver knife. Put one cup of milk in double boiler. Rub together one
+tablespoonful of butter and two of flour; add gradually the hot milk,
+beating all the while. Now add yolks of two eggs, teaspoonful of salt,
+quarter teaspoonful of pepper, and a tablespoonful of green pepper
+chopped fine; add the oysters, fill the mixture into the deep oyster
+shell, dust with dry bread crumbs, and brown in a quick oven. Do not
+keep them in long, or the mixture will curdle.
+
+
+
+
+                            OYSTERS STUFFED
+
+
+Drain twenty-five large fat oysters. Remove the hard part, and fill the
+space with a forcemeat made from quarter cup of finely chopped chicken,
+same quantity of crumbs, tablespoonful of thick cream, a half
+teaspoonful of salt, dash of paprica, all mixed well together. Dust the
+oysters with salt and pepper. Beat two eggs without separating; add to
+them two tablespoonfuls of oyster liquor, and one of warm water. Dip the
+oysters first in crumbs, then in the egg mixture, and then again in
+crumbs, being careful not to lose the stuffing. Fry in smoking hot oil.
+Serve as fried oysters. In placing the stuffing, press it in without
+bruising the oyster, but sufficiently firm to keep it in its place.
+
+
+
+
+                          OYSTERS ON MUSHROOMS
+
+
+Drain twenty-five fat oysters, and put two lardoons of bacon through
+each oyster. Cut the fat part of ham or bacon into tiny strips; use a
+small larding needle, and just take one stitch in soft part, then
+another, allowing the ends to hang. Dip each oyster in bread crumbs,
+then in egg, and then again in crumbs. Fry in smoking hot oil. Have
+ready a platter of baked mushrooms; put the oysters on top, cover with
+brown sauce, and serve.
+
+
+
+
+                            BAKED MUSHROOMS
+
+
+Peel and cut short the stems from a pound of good-sized mushrooms; put
+them in baking pan, gills up; put a tiny bit of butter in each, sprinkle
+with salt and pepper. Run them in a hot oven for fifteen minutes; then
+pour in the pan about a gill of cream and one gill of oyster liquor that
+has been boiled and strained; bring to boiling point. Dish the
+mushrooms, cover them over with the oysters, add two tablespoonfuls of
+sherry to sauce. Make it very hot and pour it over.
+
+
+
+
+                         LARDED OYSTERS BROILED
+
+
+Lard with bacon as in preceding recipe, twenty-five fat oysters. Brush
+an oyster broiler with melted butter and then cover it closely with the
+oysters. Boil half cup of the oyster liquor, strain, put it in the
+serving dish, add a tablespoonful of butter, half teaspoonful of salt,
+dash of paprica. Now put the oysters over a clear fire, broil quickly on
+one side, turn and broil the other. Be very careful to loosen the
+oysters before opening the broiler. Lift the oysters into the sauce and
+serve immediately.
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                           Transcriber’s Note
+
+
+Punctuation was normalized.
+
+The following printer’s errors were fixed:
+
+  bown —> brown
+
+  The spelling of "tablespoonfuls" was standardized.
+
+Repeating titles in the front matter were removed.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Note: Images of the original pages are available through
+      Internet Archive. See
+      https://archive.org/details/donkeyelephantgo00pres
+
+
+Transcriber's note:
+
+      Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_).
+
+      Text enclosed by equal signs is in bold face (=bold=).
+
+
+
+
+
+THE DONKEY, THE ELEPHANT AND THE GOAT
+
+At A Public Meeting
+
+by
+
+J. P. BUSCHLEN
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Price Twenty-five Cents
+
+
+      *      *      *      *      *      *
+
+                             _ANNOUNCEMENT_
+
+This playlet, by virtue of its simple rime, may perhaps claim a small
+share of that license granted to poets, in assuming that the Goat may at
+this early stage of the game be taken as an emblem of the Farmers' and
+Workers' political party, which is unfortunately not as yet quite a
+fact, nationally. The right to present this discussion as a play, for
+purposes of raising money, may be obtained only by writing to the
+author, in care of Box 1625, Great Falls, Montana. The right to present
+it free of charge, by way of assisting the farm and labor movement, is
+hereby granted everyone who is in possession of a copy of the printed
+booklet.
+
+                                                             THE AUTHOR.
+
+Great Falls, Montana, August, 1920.
+
+                       (Price Twenty-Five Cents.)
+
+      *      *      *      *      *      *
+
+
+Copyright, 1920, by J. P. Buschlen
+For Sale at Box 1625, Great Falls, Mont.
+
+
+
+
+  The Donkey, the Elephant
+
+     and the Goat
+
+    _At A Public Meeting_
+
+    By
+
+    J. P. Buschlen
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  You see me here, an elephant,
+      A symbol of the mighty--
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  The while you listen to his cant
+      Remember he is flighty....
+  I come to you, a donkey wise,
+      With pedigree unlowly--
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  Beware this fellow's sleepy eyes
+      And manner smooth and holy....
+  As Barnum used to say to me
+      When oft we strolled together,
+  "The people seem to like to be
+      Led round upon a tether."
+  And so, I see, I've got to speak
+      With these unwholesome creatures,
+  Since you, dear folks, have been so weak
+      As to invite such preachers.
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  If I may but inject a word,
+      I think it most plebe'an
+  To class me with a goat. Absurd!
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+      A mule is always mean.
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  When P. T. bade me fond adieu,
+      Good people, I departed
+  To where I could be serving you
+      More whole-and-single hearted;
+  I packed my grip and trumpeted
+      The news of my arrival,
+  That you might follow where I led
+      And join a great revival.
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  His boastful manner ill becomes
+      A thing of such proportions.
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  I made this land a world of homes--
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+      And laws with strange contortions.
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  I do not wish to interpose,
+      But, sir, you are addressing
+  A body whom we may suppose
+      Would call your death a blessing.
+  If you could boast a lineage
+      Like mine, you might be pardoned
+  For occupying all the stage
+      And holding views so hardened.
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  I'm glad I'm but a simple goat
+      With humble beard and frocking;
+  My people were of little note--
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+      I think, sir, I was talking.
+  And I would have it understood
+      That I will put my prestige
+  Against a Southern neighborhood,
+      Or aught of Southern vestige.
+  Besides, if Noah didn't lie,
+      The morning he went arking,
+  My wife and family and I
+      Were also there, embarking.
+  I'd grudge the honor to a goat,
+      But this presumptive donkey,
+  Although he gets the southern vote,
+      Descended from a monkey.
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  In view of what I've done to you
+      I forego the distinction
+  Of being dragged the ages through
+      From ape to near-extinction.
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  If I would seem, as Mule implies,
+      Inclined myself to flatter,
+  Is not some credit due to size
+      And to a good standpatter?
+  Has not the jungle that I rule
+      Been growing more efficient?
+  Go ask most any knave or fool
+      And get you proof sufficient!
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  You seem the fact to quite ignore,
+      You tusky, trunky sinner,
+  That I have been in power; what's more
+      Will be again the winner.
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  Come now, we'll get nowhere with this--
+      Why not attack the issue,
+  And tell the people how it is
+      We're made of diff'rent tissue?
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  We are indeed, and that's a fact
+      For which I'm truly grateful;
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  And so I am, to be exact.
+      (Aside to D.) This goat is very hateful.
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  Your challenge, Goat, do I accept.
+      I represent a party
+  Which never through the years has slept
+      And still is hale and hearty.
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  How could it sleep when both its eyes
+      Were flirting with the bosses?
+  May not you later realize
+      Your gains were often losses?...
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  If I may say a word or two
+      About this great Republic:
+  The party I have given you
+      Has made it's actions public;
+  No secret has it e'er denied
+      The masses it protected.
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  So ably has the rascal lied,
+      The ass is quite dejected.
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  The best of old New England blood
+      Within its veins is flowing;
+  Its sons have fought for every good--
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+      Old grafter in the "showing."
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  When donkeys in the cotton states
+      Were riding on the niggers
+  We cancelled all their riding dates--
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+      And made them all blind-piggers.
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  We built a mighty commonwealth
+      Against great opposition,
+  Improving faith and moral health--
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+      And fostering sedition!
+  I think it's time for me to speak,
+      In patriotic phrases:
+  To sit in silence here were weak,
+      The while himself he praises.
+  The party that I represent
+      And have the voice and manner
+  To here so faithfully present,
+      Has carried high its banner.
+  From fine old Southern gentle stock
+      Its stalwarts have arisen--
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  To better populate the dock,
+      The army and the prison.
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  We would have won the Civil War--
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+      Had Palmer then existed--
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  But several southerners were for
+      The armies that resisted.
+  For office we have never run
+      A man who lacked in breeding,
+  As these Republicans have done,
+      Their low traditions heeding.
+  And did not we, the Democrats,
+      Win out against the German,
+  When all the world was dogs and cats--?
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+      And soldiers fought the vermin?
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  Good donkey, we have had enough
+      Of your election wheezing;
+  Besides, that ancient family-stuff
+      Has got the goat, here, sneezing--
+  And when a thing's too strong for one
+      So strong for Townley jingo,
+  I think it time that you had done
+      With your disgusting lingo.
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  Again I beg to urge you two
+      That you confine your phrases
+  To what you've done and aim to do
+      To earn the people's praises.
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  I've done as much as one could wish
+      Since Wilson ruled the nation--
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  He shows the judgment of a fish
+      In his absurd inflation.
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  All eyes are fixed on me, I say,
+      Nor will I disappoint them;
+  With thanks will I their faith repay--
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+      And oily words anoint them.
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  I'll bring back Lincoln from the grave,
+      Converting all the Palmers;
+  The world for business will I save--
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+      And jail the blasted farmers.
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  When I again am called to reign,
+      As I will be this autumn,
+  I'll show you men of brawn and brain--
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+      Obeying them who bought 'em.
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  I'll rule with e'en a firmer hand
+      Than you have seen me doing,
+  And make the alien understand--
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+      His blood requires blueing....
+  Now look here, boys, the audience
+      Is patiently awaiting
+  A dozen facts, a little sense--
+      You've done enough bull-baiting.
+  Give them the thing you're standing for--
+      They're standing for aplenty!--
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  I'd like to now discuss the war--
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+      He rambles on like Henty!
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  We showed the flag to every land,
+      We swept the boundless ocean,
+  And yet we never showed our hand,
+      Nor truckled to emotion.
+  We made the foreigner behave,
+      The mighty and the small; and
+  We sent the Kaiser to his grave--
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+      I thought he was in Holland?
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  We made the pacifists obey
+      Our able war-directors,
+  And handled things without delay--
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+      Especially war-objectors.
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  We grant you this to brag about,
+      But when our party's saddled
+  We'll give you ample room for doubt--
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+      On issues ably straddled.
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  I think you'll then admit that while
+      You did what you were able,
+  You lacked our more successful wile
+      In keeping business stable.
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  Your windy generalities
+      Have left the country gasping--
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  He's started in again to wheeze!
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+      His voice is very rasping!
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  You've camouflaged the issue, boys,
+      As people are perceiving,
+  With waving flags and vocal noise--
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+      (To D.) His whiskers are deceiving!
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  The cry is for a loaf of bread--
+      You offer but a promise;
+  The methods you employ are dead--
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+      (To E.) He'd take our living from us!
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  You're living in a day gone by,
+      Oblivious of the present,
+  While women weep and children die--
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+      He's getting most unpleasant!
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  The world is full of concrete needs,
+      And this land's no exception,
+  Of problems that will yield to deeds
+      But never to deception.
+  I've sat here list'ning to the views
+      That you have ventilated:
+  Now maybe for the sake of news
+      You'll hear =my= doctrine stated?
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  I cannot see how anything
+      A billygoat might proffer
+  Could any new idea bring?
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+      'Tis not a legal offer.
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  And while about it might I say,
+      I fail of comprehending
+  Just why this meeting here today
+      Has been so condescending
+  As to invite, with you and me,
+      Dear tusky friend, this creature
+  So lacking in camaraderie
+      And so uncouth of feature!
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  Indeed I cannot but agree,
+      Dear Donkey, with your premise,
+  And much I doubt that you should see
+      =Me= weeping at his demise.
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  Are these the gentlemen we saw
+      So recently atussle,
+  Inventing words, within the law,
+      Each other's goat to hustle?
+  How strange that at a word of mine
+      They swing around together?
+  You will, perhaps, recall a line
+      That mentions "birds o' feather."
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  The atmosphere is getting close--
+      Will some one draw the curtain?
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  (Whispering) I wonder does he just suppose,
+      Or does he know for certain?
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  If I'm beyond your courtesy,
+      I still have vocal powers,
+  So lend those mighty ears to me
+      For half a dozen hours.
+  I know that I am but a goat
+      All battered by the weather,
+  But in this land I have a vote,
+      And I won't sell it, ne'ther!
+  I represent a class of men
+      And women who have struggled
+  Against the tide, while you have been
+      "Retained" and dined and--juggled.
+  While you and yours have raked the gold
+      We've raked the burning stubble;
+  While we lay frozen in the cold
+      You froze our chances double.
+  We went to you for years and years
+      In bitter anguish pleading:
+  You answered us with silent jeers
+      And left us bruised and bleeding.
+  As long as mortals could endure
+      We stood your joint oppression,
+  And then we sought and found a cure--
+      Which now is your obsession.
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  A cure, he says, a cure--ha! ha!
+      He means to say affliction!
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  A goat can only bunt and bah,
+      Its wisdom is a fiction!
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  You see, you will not challenge me,
+      You merely hurl invective;
+  You fear the home-made guns that we
+      Have turned on our objective.
+  Well, be it so, I still can speak,
+      As long as ears will listen,
+  And give you facts to fill your beak,
+      O birds I cannot christen!
+  Where I was born we give the farms
+      And homes to those who need them;
+  We have a method that disarms
+      The man who would misdeed them.
+  We make the law the advocate
+      Of common people, mainly,
+  By placing it =beneath= the state,
+      Where it can serve humanely.
+  We guard the tiller of the soil
+      Before the speculator;
+  The man who lives on others' toil
+      We count a second-rater.
+  The state is servant to the mass--
+      I don't go much on Nietzsche,
+  And so the Elephant and Ass
+      Are anxious to impeach me!
+  But where, O symbols of the wise
+      In statesmanship and honor,
+  Were nations ever known to rise
+      Who catered to a donor?
+  What people ever reached the heights
+      Of art and all we cherish,
+  By local threats and foreign fights?
+      Their fate is but to perish!
+  The only thing that made this land
+      As great as we have found it,
+  Was justice to whatever band
+      Saw fit to cluster round it.
+  Our fathers met them at the shore,
+      The stranger and wayfarer,
+  And gave them all they asked, and more--
+      Became their burden-bearer.
+  But now how different it is!
+      The timid voice that raises
+  A feeble cry for what is his
+      Gets hustled off to Blazes!
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  He very much exaggerates,
+      And what atrocious wording!
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  He merely bellows, bahs and bleats--
+      A habit formed in herding.
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  The workers that I represent
+      Are not of one vocation,
+  But every one who earns a cent
+      Has there an invitation.
+  The platform that we stand upon
+      Is not a sheet of paper,
+  A speech about the rosy dawn,
+      A song of purple vapor;
+  You'll find it in the farmer's home,
+      And on the worker's table,
+  Where mortgagers would like to come--
+      If only they were able.
+  You'll find it in the common school,
+      The mine, the shop, the kitchen,
+  And where the wheat's begun to stool,
+      And Hi the Ford is hitchin'.
+  You'll find it, Brother Elephant,
+      In frigid North Dakota,
+  Where "Frazier, Ladd and Townley can't
+      Affect us one iota!"
+  You'll find it, Donkey, on the flood,
+      If you've a will to find it,
+  And if your promises are good
+      You'll get right in behind it!
+
+
+     DONKEY
+
+  (To the Elephant) The interview is at an end
+      So far as I'm concerned.
+
+
+     ELEPHANT
+
+  (To the Donkey) And as for me, my dearest friend,
+      The meeting is adjourned.
+  (Donkey and Elephant shake hands and go
+      offstage together.)
+
+
+      GOAT
+
+  Good citizens, the hour is late,
+      And you are doubtless tired;
+  I leave you to your bitter fate,
+      Since Jack and Jill retired.
+  But may I urge before you go:
+      Preserve that sense of humor,
+  For often it will serve to show
+      The folly of a rumor!
+  A laugh will often kill a lie,
+      Where sermons fail completely;
+  So let us laugh until we die--
+      And even then smile sweetly.
+
+
+
+
+      *      *      *      *      *      *
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber's note:
+
+The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the
+public domain.
+
+Accentuation, punctuation and spelling as per the original text.
+
+
+
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+
+
+[Illustration: UNDER BLUE SKIES]
+
+                        JULIUS BIEN & CO. LITH.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                                 Under
+                                  Blue
+                                 Skies.
+
+
+                                Verses &
+                                Pictures
+                                   By
+                             S. J. Brigham
+
+                            Worthington Co.
+                            747 BWAY. N. Y.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                           UNDER BLUE SKIES.
+                            _(Frontispiece)_
+
+
+                            Under blue skies
+                        Daffodils dance, and the Oriole flies,
+                      Bright, golden butterflies float on the breeze
+                  Over the clover with brown honey-bees;
+                  Daisies and buttercups, slender and tall,
+                  Nod to the roses that cover the wall,
+                        Under blue skies.
+
+                Under blue skies,
+            Every day brings us a sweeter surprise,
+        Blooming of flowers and singing of birds,
+        Words without song, and song without words;
+    A world of bright children, all happy and gay,
+    In sunshine and shadow, at work and at play.
+
+ Copyright, 1886, by S. J. Brigham, N. Y.
+
+
+
+
+                               Contents.
+
+
+              _UNDER BLUE SKIES._
+              _LITTLE NEIGHBORS._
+              _STUDY-HOUR._
+              _THE LETTER._
+              _DAFFY DIL AND JONNY QUIL._
+              _CAMPING SONG._
+              _THE FAMILY DRIVE._
+              _SILENT VOICES. I. DAISIES._
+              _SILENT VOICES. II. BLUE-EYED GRASS._
+              _SILENT VOICES. III. CLOSING FLOWERS._
+                    _DANDELION._
+                    _SWEET GRASS._
+                    _THE MULLEIN PATCH._
+                    "_TOSSED UP IN A BLANKET._"
+                              _THE SAND-MAN._
+                              _THE LILY POND._
+                              _LUNCH TIME._
+                              "_WHIRL THE BOAT._"
+                                      _KINDERGARTEN._
+                                      _THE ORIOLE'S NEST._
+                                      _THE JUNE-BUG._
+                                      _CHOCOLATE DROP._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                           LITTLE NEIGHBORS.
+
+
+    Birds a-singing in the trees,
+      Marigolds a-blowing;
+    Bees a-humming what they please,
+      Coming and a-going;
+    Hiding in the hollyhocks,
+      Swinging on the clover,
+    Climbing up the Lily-stalks,
+      Honey running over.
+
+          Breath of roses in the air,
+            Roses are in hiding;
+          Breezes will not tell us where,—
+            Winds are not confiding;
+                Down the walks the children wind,
+                  Through the fence a-peeping;
+                        Like the bees and birds they find
+                            Treasures for the seeking.
+
+                              Little neighbors, like the birds,
+                                Sing and talk at pleasure;
+                                Like the bees, with honeyed words,
+                                Choose their time and measure;
+                              Like sweet peas they cling and climb,
+                                        Here and there and yonder;
+                                      All the pleasant summer-time
+                                    They visit and they wander.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                              STUDY-HOUR.
+
+
+             O hush! you Robin, you sing and swing
+               In the lilac tree,
+             And my lessons seem long when I hear your song
+               So happy and free.
+
+             If only the hours had wings, I know
+               They would flutter away,
+             Like the bird on the tree, or the velvet bee,
+               Or the butterfly gay.
+
+             But then I know that a maid like me
+               Has a life to live,
+             And my heart and my mind has something to find
+               Before it can give.
+
+             O rest you, Robin, a little while
+               Your voice and your wing!
+             And then by-and-by dear Robin and I
+               Will both sing and swing.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                              THE LETTER.
+
+
+                 "O, wait, little maiden,
+                 With hand letter-laden!
+                   I'll take it one minute,
+                 And please tell me who
+                 You have written it to,
+                   And all that is in it."
+
+                         "Ah, no!" said the maiden,
+                         "With love it is laden,
+                           No stranger can take it:
+                         I will just tell you this,
+                         It is sealed with a kiss,
+                           And _Mamma_ will break it."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                               DAFFY DIL
+                                  AND
+                              JONNY QUIL.
+
+
+                                              Said Jonny Quil
+                                              to Daffy Dil,
+                                            His pretty country cousin:
+                                          "Now is our chance
+                                              to have a dance,
+                                    Your sisters, full a dozen,
+                                        Are here in golden
+                                        cap and frill;
+                                  What say you,
+                                      Cousin Daffy Dil?"
+
+                  Said Daffy Dil
+            to Jonny Quil,
+          "To dance would give
+            us pleasure;
+          But, then, you know,
+        the wind must blow,
+            To beat our time
+              and measure.
+      Young April Wind
+        will be here soon,
+  And he will whistle
+    us a tune."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                             CAMPING SONG.
+
+
+                       O who would live in a cottage close,
+                         Shut in like a captive bird?
+                       I would sooner have a tent like mine,
+                       Within the shade of a fragrant pine,
+                         Where the breaking waves are heard,—
+                                 Are heard,
+                         The breaking waves are heard.
+
+                       The song of winds in the sweet pine tree,
+                         The waters that kiss the shore,
+                       The white-winged sea-bird's mellow cry,
+                       Mingled in one sweet melody,
+                         Steals softly in at my door,—
+                                 My door,
+                         Steals in at my open door.
+
+       All day I sing and read and sew,
+         Beneath this sheltering pine,
+       Kissed by cool breezes from the sea,
+       And people passing envy me,
+         And wish for a tent like mine,—
+                 Like mine,
+         For a cosy tent like mine.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                           THE FAMILY DRIVE.
+
+
+                                  "Heigh, ho!"
+                                  Like the wind we go,
+                                  For a family drive to Jericho;
+                                    The horses dance
+                                    And prink and prance,
+                                  But who is afraid of the horses, O?
+
+                  "Heigh, ho!"
+                  O, the daisies grow
+                  Along the wayside to Jericho;
+                    But the horses run
+                    And spoil our fun,
+                  And we cannot pick us a daisy, O.
+
+  "Whoa! whoa!!"
+  Won't you please go slow?
+  We are going home from Jericho;
+    All danger past,
+    We are home at last,
+  Without a tip or a tumble, O.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                             SILENT VOICES.
+                                   I.
+                                DAISIES.
+
+
+                   Hosts of little daisies white
+                     Stand among the grasses,
+                   Greeting with a girlish grace
+                     Every breeze that passes.
+                   Quaint white caps and golden hair,
+                     Tresses green and slender;
+                   With my heart I heard them say
+                     Something very tender—
+                   Saying something to the grass,
+                     Very sweet and tender.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                             SILENT VOICES.
+                                  II.
+                            BLUE-EYED GRASS.
+
+
+                     Hush—O hush! you wanton winds,
+                       Hush you, while I listen!
+                     In the blue eyes of the grass
+                       Tear-drops seem to glisten.
+                     A shy Daisy leaned that way,
+                       When the winds were blowing;
+                     With my heart I heard him say
+                       Something worth the knowing—
+                     Fondly, to the Daisy say,
+                       Something worth the knowing.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                             SILENT VOICES.
+                                  III.
+                            CLOSING FLOWERS.
+
+
+                              When the sun, in red and gold,
+                                Down the West was creeping;
+                              When the bird beneath its wing
+                                Tucked its head for sleeping,
+                    Silently the silken doors
+                      Of the flowers were closing;
+                    Poppies each, with drooping head,
+                      Slowly fell a-dozing.
+          With my heart, I heard them say,
+            "Good-night till the morrow:
+          Here's good-night to all the world
+            Till the happy morrow."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                               DANDELION.
+
+
+                          Modest little Dandelion,
+                            Standing in the grass,
+                          Offering her plate of gold
+                            To people as they pass.
+
+                  If you slight her, soon her tresses
+                    Will be growing gray,
+                  And some antic, frantic wind
+                    Will blow them all away!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                              SWEET GRASS.
+
+
+            The sweet grass grows
+            Where the Daisy blows,
+              But how sweet grass with its tender grace..
+              And the Daisy with its winsome face,
+              Came to live in the same sweet place,
+                          Nobody knows.
+
+            The sweet grass grows
+            Where the Daisy blows,
+              And under the shade of the tender grass
+              The children saw some crickets pass;
+              But why they were all in black, alas!
+                          Nobody knows.
+
+            The sweet grass grows
+            Where the Daisy blows;
+              The children pulled till their hands were red;
+              The grasshoppers shook with fear and fled;
+              But what Sweet Grass to the Daisy said,
+                          Nobody knows.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                           THE MULLEIN PATCH.
+
+
+          O Mullein, whisper in my ear
+            And tell me how you grow,
+          I was the taller of the two
+            But one short week ago,
+              And now, as I on tiptoe stand,
+              Can scarcely reach you with my hand.
+
+                      You're growing very lovely, too,
+                        In your pale-green velvet gown;
+                      And golden as a daffodil
+                        Are the flowers in your crown.
+                      So tall and stately! Is it true
+                      That all your neighbors envy you?
+
+                      The Thistle flushed as the maiden spoke,
+                        And thrust out every thorn;
+                      The Wormwood very bitter grew;
+                        And tossed her head in scorn;
+                      The Teazle and the Burdock tried
+                      To pull the maiden's dress aside.
+
+                      The Mullein kept the secret well,
+                        And the maiden never knew
+                      That she the only object was
+                        Of envy. And 'tis true
+                  That when she left and said Good-bye!
+                  For sadness they made no reply.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                       "TOSSED UP IN A BLANKET."
+
+
+                             Toss away, toss away,
+                              Low away, high,
+                             Up in a blanket
+                              To visit the sky;
+                             Lightly she'll swing
+                              In the silver moon,
+                             And bring to her sisters
+                              A star pretty soon.
+
+                   Toss away, toss away,
+                    High away, low,
+                   Rock her to sleep
+                    In the silver bow;
+                   Toss up a kiss to
+                    The man in the moon,
+                   And bring back another
+                    To us very soon.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                             THE SAND-MAN.
+
+
+              Have you ever seen the sand-man, old,
+              Who comes to us every one, I'm told,
+              With his countless bags of silver sand,
+              And drops it down with an unseen hand;
+              And our eyelids very heavy grow,
+              As off to the land of dreams we go?
+
+              He is very shy. I have often tried
+              To keep my eyelids open wide
+              And watch for him. But he cheats me so,
+              And puts me to sleep before I know.
+              Is he like the wind, do you suppose,
+              Which is never seen when it comes and goes?
+
+              Oh, ho! The sand-man's fun is past,
+              He has gone to sleep himself at last;
+              We'll build a fort beside the sea,
+              And he our prisoner shall be.
+              He is not the wind with an unseen hand,
+              But a giant made of silver sand.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                                  THE
+                                  LILY
+                                 POND.
+
+
+         The wind is fair,
+          Shall we take a row,
+         Down to the cove
+           Where the lilies grow?
+         Their petals white
+           To the sun unfold,
+         Their trembling hearts
+           Are yellow as gold.
+         My boat is as safe
+           As a boat can be;
+         You need not fear
+           To go with me.
+
+                                         A fleet of lilies,
+                                           So fresh and fair,
+                                         Like fairy ships,
+                                           Are anchored there.
+                                         They rock and dip
+                                           With every breeze,
+                                         Like real ships
+                                           On real seas.
+                                         My boat is as safe
+                                           As a boat can be;
+                                         You need not fear
+                                           To go with me.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                              LUNCH TIME.
+
+
+      The Bees are coming,
+      I hear them humming
+      Their pleasant Summer song.
+        You are late to-day;
+        Did you lose your way?
+      We have been waiting long.
+
+                                      My cream-white Clover
+                                      Is running over
+                                      With honey clear and sweet;
+                                        And my Brier-Rose,
+                                        As a bee well knows,
+                                      Holds something nice to eat.
+
+                                      Come, take your honey,
+                                      It costs no money,
+                                      The little gift is free;
+                                        Come every noon
+                                        Through merry June,
+                                      And take your lunch with me.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                           "WHIRL THE BOAT."
+
+
+                                Whirl, whirl,
+                                Each little girl,
+                        Like a gay butterfly over the grass;
+                                Light as a feather,
+                                Whirl they together,
+                        Scaring the little brown birds as they pass.
+
+            Spin, spin,
+            See them begin,
+    Like two tops gliding over the ground;
+            Light as a feather,
+            Spin they together,
+    Whirling the boat around and around.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                             KINDERGARTEN.
+
+
+ This is my class,
+   I am teacher, you see;
+ They stand in a row
+   And listen to me;
+
+                                                 And never once
+                                                   Have I seen them try
+                                                 To whisper or laugh—
+                                                   They are very shy.
+
+                         I sometimes fear
+                           They will never do
+                         The nice little games
+                           When I ask them to:
+
+ To keep good time,
+   To march and to sing,
+ And to whirl about
+   In a pretty ring.
+
+                                                 But, then, I know
+                                                   They will always do
+                                                 Whatever they can
+                                                   When I ask them to.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                           THE ORIOLE'S NEST.
+
+
+   Swing, little hammock, swing high and swing low!
+   Birdies are sleeping while soft breezes blow;
+   Papa-bird fastened it well on the bough,
+   No harm can come to the baby-birds now.
+
+                 Mother-bird comes with sweet food to the nest.
+                 All the bright feathers aflame on her breast;
+                 Swing, little birdies, be happy to-day,
+                 Soon, I suppose, you will all fly away.
+
+         Rock, little hammock, the birdies to sleep,
+         Then I'll give Dolly a sly little peep;
+         She will not touch them, the dear little things,
+         With down on their heads and down on their wings.
+
+                         Very soon, Dolly, their feathers will grow,
+                         And out of their cradle the birdies will go;
+                         High away, low away, out of our sight,
+                         Off to the wood in a family flight!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                             THE JUNE-BUG.
+
+
+                   "Buzz, buzz, blundering bug,
+                   Why do you come in June?
+                         The roses are here,
+                         And I greatly fear
+                   You will put them out of tune.
+
+                   "Buzz, buzz, blundering bug,
+                   Why do you come at night,
+                         With your big black wings?
+                         We are timid things—
+                   You will put us both in a fright."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                            CHOCOLATE DROP.
+
+
+              There lived beside a certain sea
+              A humpy, dumpy, brown ba-bee,
+              Whose length and breadth were just the same,
+              And what is more, this ba-bee's name
+                          Was Chocolate Drop.
+
+              This humpy, dumpy, brown ba-bee
+              Had a Mamma as brown as she,
+              Who thought no ba-bee, dark or light,
+              Was ever half so sweet and bright
+                          As Chocolate Drop.
+
+              They say (as strange as it may seem)
+              That she was made of country cream,
+              And rolled in something brown and sweet,
+              Which made this ba-bee so complete
+                          A Chocolate Drop.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+                Out on the end of an apple-tree bough
+                A birdie was singing a song just now,
+                          And when it was ended
+                          The birdie pretended
+                              To say Good-bye,
+                                    but he did not
+                                              know how!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                          TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES
+
+
+ 1. Silently corrected simple spelling, grammar, and typographical
+    errors.
+ 2. Retained anachronistic and non-standard spellings as printed.
+ 3. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+                            HEAVENLY GIFTS
+
+                           BY AARON L. KOLOM
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                     Worlds of Tomorrow April 1963
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+
+
+                       Heartfelt prayers deserve
+                       an answer--but it may be
+                          in a peculiar way!
+
+
+A blur of silent motion tugged suddenly at the corner of Mrs. Frisbee's
+eye. She looked up from her knitting. An electric blanket, deep blue
+with satiny edges, was materializing, neatly folded, in the center of
+her tiny kitchen table.
+
+She closed her eyes briefly for a silent prayer of thanks. At midnight
+she would send out those thanks, followed by a request for a bicycle
+for the paper boy.
+
+Contentedly she raised herself from her chair. She weighed mentally
+whether there was time to wrap the blanket as a gift before she had
+to leave for work. She decided against it. It wasn't as if it were an
+anniversary or birthday present. It was just something she knew her
+nice landlady, Mrs. Upjohn, needed but couldn't afford.
+
+Mrs. Upjohn was in her room. With an embarrassed dismissal of thanks
+Mrs. Frisbee presented the blanket to her, then hurried to catch the
+bus at the corner.
+
+The corridor clock showed a few minutes to midnight as Mrs. Frisbee,
+carrying her mop and pail, entered the control room. At the slight
+noise Dr. Morrow looked up from his paper-littered desk. A vague smile
+and wave were directed generally in her direction. With a glance at his
+watch he sighed and returned to his work. Mrs. Frisbee waited patiently
+and quietly. A few minutes later Dr. Morrow looked up again, then
+yawned and stretched luxuriously.
+
+"Time for lunch, I guess." He stood up, setting a few dials on the
+glistening control panel before him. "See you in forty-five minutes,"
+he called cheerily.
+
+With the sound of his heels echoing down the hall, Mrs. Frisbee
+gingerly sat down in his chair. Taking a sheet of paper from her apron,
+she meticulously marked down the dial settings, exactly as he had left
+them.
+
+Except for the diminishing sound of footsteps, the laboratory building
+was silent, with the unique quiet of a deserted structure. Through the
+window she could see the gigantic antenna aiming toward the stars. As
+always she experienced a momentary thrill of combined excitement and
+reverential awe.
+
+She waited till she heard the closing of the front door of the
+building. Then with practiced fingers she flicked some switches. The
+equipment hummed quietly. She swung toward the keyboard and began
+picking out letters with her forefingers. Finally she took a page
+from a mail-order catalogue from her purse and slowly typed out the
+catalogue numbers. She didn't hurry. Dr. Morrow would now be finishing
+his lunch in his car. Afterwards he would take a stroll around the
+laboratory grounds. He was a man of regular, dependable habit.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+It had all begun one evening about five months before, when Mrs.
+Frisbee had attended a revivalist meeting. Simple soul that she was,
+with her increasing years and the passing of many of her friends, Mrs.
+Frisbee had begun to experience a desire to make peace with her maker.
+
+"You are all sinners," the preacher had thundered, "and you need the
+most powerful voice in the world to speak for you!"
+
+It made quite an impression!
+
+It seemed the hand of providence when Mrs. Frisbee learned that a newly
+completed astronomical-radio station was seeking janitorial personnel.
+She quickly applied and was hired.
+
+It was at first only a vague germ of an idea. Slowly the idea
+crystallized as she inquired of the technicians just how it was
+operated.
+
+It wasn't really difficult, she learned. An electronic typewriter was
+used, converting letters and words into mathematical language, then
+automatically beaming the data out into the vastness of space. It took
+time, but she even learned what dials and switches to operate so there
+would be no record of her messages.
+
+The station had been established to try to contact intelligences
+on other planets or star systems. An idiotic waste, the critics
+complained. Mrs. Frisbee agreed. Except for occasional space static
+nothing had ever been received. Mrs. Frisbee knew this from hearing
+the men talk. Still they kept trying, constantly listening, and at
+regular intervals transmitting basic mathematics, recognizable by any
+civilization.
+
+She had arranged her work so that her midnight break came when she
+was cleaning the control room. There was only a single scientist on
+night duty, currently Dr. Morrow, who left the equipment on automatic
+reception while on his lunch break. Mrs. Frisbee never needed but half
+the time he was gone.
+
+Her first prayer had been a brief one. Gripped with religious fervor
+Mrs. Frisbee had typed awkwardly, one finger at a time. The whirring
+of the equipment as it transmitted her words of devotion out to the
+farthest reaches of space was as balm to her soul.
+
+It was a month later that she decided to test her contact with the
+divine with a simple request, an apron she had seen in a catalogue. It
+would be an ideal birthday present for Mrs. Upjohn, she thought. Days
+and weeks passed and Mrs. Frisbee had almost lost faith, when suddenly
+one evening, as she was quietly sewing, the apron appeared, bright and
+gay on her small table. She rubbed her eyes. It was truly wondrous. The
+thanks she gave in that evening's message were profuse.
+
+As time passed she asked for other items from the catalogue for gifts
+for other friends. All were delivered miraculously after a few days.
+
+Mrs. Frisbee was at peace--with the world, with herself, and with her
+maker. Her simple life was full. She had a proven faith, with miracles
+occurring as she desired them. There was no end to the people she met
+who needed things, and seemingly no difficulty in having her requests
+fulfilled. Quite often she was tempted to explain it all to her good
+friend, Mrs. Upjohn. But something always kept her from telling, a
+feeling that it might be sacrilegious somehow to discuss it.
+
+Only one thing occasionally puzzled Mrs. Frisbee. Though she always
+ordered the presents from the mail-order catalogue, they seemed
+superior in quality and workmanship to any purchased articles....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The barracks-room language coming from General Collin's office caused
+his aide to raise his eyebrows. He hadn't heard the General use such
+terms since Korea.
+
+General Collin was even more incredulous than the colonel, the major
+and the captain had been before him, as each was told.
+
+"It's impossible," he exploded into the telephone. "When did you
+blankety idiots first discover it?" After a brief pause he barked,
+"Double the guard!" A moment later he barked again, "Damn it, then
+triple it!"
+
+He sat back stunned. What would the chief say? He shuddered at the
+thought.
+
+His eyes narrowed reflectively, and after a moment he reached again for
+the phone.
+
+"Have you contacted any other bases?" His voice was now quiet and low.
+After a brief pause he added, "Come to my office as soon as possible
+with everything you have on the situation."
+
+He steeled himself for the next call, reluctantly reaching for the
+special red telephone. His orderly mind presented the facts he had
+learned as clearly as possible.
+
+"I don't know," he answered a question. "No sir, I haven't contacted
+AEC or State yet. I'd like to check on it further." Then finally,
+"Complete secrecy, yes, sir. I'm making a thorough security check."
+
+An undercurrent of frantic excitement quickly engulfed Washington's top
+councils, involving even the President. The National Security Council
+and Chiefs of Staff were called into emergency session. Grim-visaged
+star-shouldered officers hurried through Pentagon corridors. Newsmen
+knew only that something quite serious was taking place, something that
+vitally affected the national security. Whispers of a "secret Russian
+weapon" began to be heard. From the Pentagon, orders went out to
+every military base. CIA agents and military scientists were hurriedly
+called, were asked enigmatic questions and were given grim instructions.
+
+A few days later, a call came again to General Collin. He had
+half-expected it. He reached again for the red phone.
+
+"It's happened again!" He bit off his words in his exasperation. "Yes!
+Right in front of a television monitor. The film is being rushed to
+Washington." He listened a moment, then nodded. "That's right, just
+disappeared! Completely dematerialized!"
+
+He received a bit of a shock in turn. "Two other bases also? Good God!"
+Then, "Yes, sir, I'll fly in to-night."
+
+At the top level meeting the next morning the Under-Secretary of State
+interrupted the discussion. "We have just received a peculiar message
+from the British Embassy," he said. "They are asking about the security
+of--" He lowered his voice even though the room was sound-proof.
+
+Everyone about the table looked soberly at each other.
+
+Security Council meetings became continuous around-the-clock sessions.
+The top civilian scientists of the country were brought in and the
+situation explained to them. As one they shook their heads.
+
+A Nobel prize winner in Physics put it flatly. "It is beyond our
+comprehension, far beyond the state of our knowledge!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Central intelligence reported daily on the political and scientific
+activities in key spots of the world. A spurt of high-level meetings in
+Moscow was noticed and duly reported.
+
+This ominous news was received with a depression bordering on hysteria.
+
+"We have underestimated their technological advancement again," said
+the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. "We must increase our
+production efforts. We must solve this puzzle--" he spoke slowly, in
+measured tones of the utmost gravity--"even at the expense of all other
+research efforts! This must have the highest possible priority!"
+
+Orders to this effect were quickly issued.
+
+"I don't understand the Soviet mind," puzzled the Secretary of State.
+"At the diplomatic level they are seemingly going farther than ever
+before in making concessions and overtures toward peace!"
+
+"And while they try to lull us politically," fumed the Secretary of
+Defense, "they are leaving us practically defenseless with their
+scientific thievery!"
+
+He slammed the table with his fist. "We must be on our guard! We must
+increase our research efforts! And SAC must be placed on an emergency
+alert, ready for instant retaliation!"
+
+And each day, despite the frenzied increase in mining and refining
+activity, a report on the dwindling military capabilities of the
+United States was given the President. The day finally arrived when he
+gravely addressed the Security Council.
+
+"As of today," the President said, "we are unable adequately to defend
+our country! Our production capabilities cannot keep up with what we
+are losing. We are left only with our conventional weapons." He paused.
+"God help us, we are at their mercy!"
+
+A worried-looking Under-Secretary rushed into the Council chamber and
+whispered something into the President's ear. The President's face grew
+white. He rose slowly.
+
+"Gentlemen." His quiet voice reflected a rigid control. "Mr. Khrushchev
+is placing a personal call to me on a matter, which he says, is of the
+utmost urgency." He paused. "Please wait until I return."
+
+The group of men, carrying on their shoulders the responsibility of the
+defense of the United States of America and all the free world, sat in
+quiet dejection, heads bowed. Long minutes passed. No one felt up to
+meeting the eyes of anyone else about the table.
+
+As the President re-entered the chamber, the members of the Security
+Council rose. The atmosphere was heavy with foreboding.
+
+He spoke slowly and clearly, his face expressionless. "Mr. Khrushchev
+says he desires to establish a true peace with us. He will agree to all
+our terms: complete inspection, atomic test ban, disarmament, anything
+of a reasonable nature!"
+
+He looked around the shocked room. Relief, puzzlement, suspicion, were
+mirrored on various faces.
+
+"I'm sure I don't understand all this," the President continued. "I
+doubt if any of you do. But if the Soviet Union is sincere in desiring
+a true peace--!" His voice became very quiet. "We shall certainly meet
+them halfway!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Veux looked up from the account book with a grunt of approval, then
+reached for the drink his partner held out.
+
+"Well," Tai said. "Didn't I tell you business would be good this
+period?"
+
+Veux nodded and downed his drink. "Excellent, but I see that most
+of our profit came from native trade!" His eyes narrowed. "It looks
+illegal! Are you supplying arms for a revolution somewhere?"
+
+Tai's smile became contemptuous. "No, it's just local products,
+native trivia. We drop-chuted survey robots, then called them back
+and installed a delivery system. The robot picks up samples by
+dematerialization and I synthesize them."
+
+"But so much profit! Aren't there any complaints?"
+
+Tai laughed. "On the contrary, I get thanked after each delivery, plus
+a request for something else. Natives are the same everywhere. Just
+suckers, waiting to be trimmed!"
+
+"I don't want to get into any trouble over this!" Veux looked dubious.
+
+Tai refilled the glasses. "Well, our business charter says we must
+fill and deliver any legitimate order we get!"
+
+"If it's legitimate!" Veux studied the deep ruby of his drink. "Which
+of our colonies is it?"
+
+Tai hesitated slightly. "It's not one of our colonies. The orders are
+from subsystem CQ!"
+
+"What!" Veux's eyes flashed. "You know we're not supposed to have any
+contact at all with them! They're under official observation!"
+
+"Don't worry, don't worry." Tai's voice exuded confidence. "No one can
+prove we've broken a single law."
+
+"I don't understand."
+
+Tai's expression was one of exaggerated innocence. "Everything is
+automatic. Radio orders for goods are received, translated and filled,
+with robot delivery." He winked at his partner. "How can anyone prove I
+ever bothered to check the source?"
+
+"But the profit? What do you trade?"
+
+"Aha! I was waiting for you to ask that. I set the robot to detect and
+take a unit of energy metal each trip!"
+
+"Energy metal?" Veux jerked upright.
+
+"Yes, but they're running out." Tai sighed. "The robot reports he has
+had to go clear to the other side of the planet to fill his quota.
+There's only enough scattered around for a few more trips!"
+
+"I guess we can't complain," Veux said.
+
+They clinked their glasses.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+[Transcriber's Note: Bold text is surrounded by =equal signs= and
+italic text is surrounded by _underscores_.]
+
+Price, 25 cents
+
+
+
+The Dolls on Dress Parade
+
+
+    By
+    Effa E. Preston
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    PAINE PUBLISHING CO.
+    DAYTON, OHIO
+
+
+
+
+_Song Specialties for Your Entertainments_
+
+
+Teachers are discovering that no matter how much novelty there is in
+their entertainment, how well it is arranged, how thoroughly drilled,
+if they want to hold the active interest of the audience they must use
+the best of songs. The songs must be real novelties. The words must be
+interesting as well as decidedly clever. The music must be catchy and
+abounding in rich melody. With these things in mind we have prepared
+this list of superior song novelties for our patrons. All are in
+regular sheet music form.
+
+    =_Price, 35 cents each; 5 for $1.25_=
+
+
+WELCOME SONGS
+
+    We’ve Just Arrived from Bashful Town.
+    We Hope You’ve Brought Your Smiles Along.
+    Come and Partake of Our Welcome Cake.
+    We’re Very Glad to See You Here.
+    With Quaking Hearts We Welcome You.
+
+
+CLOSING SONGS
+
+    Mr. Sun and Mrs. Moon.
+    Now, Aren’t You Glad You Came?
+    We Do Not Like to Say Goodbye.
+    We’ll Now Have to Say Goodbye.
+
+    =_Paine Publishing Co., Dayton, Ohio_=
+
+
+
+
+_The_ Dolls on Dress Parade
+
+    _By_
+    EFFA E. PRESTON
+
+    ———————————————————————————————
+    COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY L. M. PAINE
+    ———————————————————————————————
+
+
+    PAINE PUBLISHING COMPANY
+    DAYTON, OHIO
+
+
+
+
+The Dolls on Dress Parade
+
+
+STAGE shows interior of doll shop. Shop Woman, Guests and Soldier Doll
+are on stage when curtain rises. Dolls enter as announced; all except
+Rag Dolls walk stiffly across stage. After they speak they stand at
+rear of stage.
+
+
+CHARACTERS
+
+  CHILD—Little girl in ordinary dress.
+  SHOP WOMAN—Taller girl, dark dress, white apron.
+  GUESTS—Any number girls.
+  SOLDIER DOLL—Boy in scout or soldier suit.
+  RAG DOLLS—Girls in blue gingham dresses and bonnets—very limp.
+  FRENCH DOLL—Girl with curls, big hat, ruffled dress.
+  FARMER DOLL—Boy in overalls, big straw hat.
+  PAPER DOLL—Child in crepe paper costume.
+  BABY DOLL—Very small girl—long white dress and cap.
+  SAILOR DOLL—Boy in sailor suit.
+  COLLAPSIBLE DOLLS—Children in red rompers and caps.
+  JAPANESE DOLL—Dark girl in bright kimono, slippers, fan.
+  DUTCH DOLL—Girl in blue dress, white apron and cap, wooden shoes.
+  INDIAN DOLL—Dark child in Indian suit.
+  ESKIMO DOLL—Plump child—one-piece pajama suit covered with cotton
+        to represent fur, hood attached.
+  OLD DOLL—Child with uncombed hair, torn, soiled dress.
+
+(_Child enters._)
+
+CHILD:
+
+    I’m looking for a dollie
+      And so I’ve come to you.
+    I’m told that you have in your store
+      Some lovely dolls quite new.
+
+    I hope they all are home today
+      And every one I’ll see.
+    I’ll choose the very nicest
+      And take her home with me.
+
+SHOP WOMAN:
+
+    My dear, I’ll show you many dolls
+      All in their best arrayed,
+    Because today, you lucky girl,
+      They have a dress parade.
+
+CHILD:
+
+A dress parade—how lovely!
+
+SHOP WOMAN:
+
+    I hear their tiny shoes.
+      This soldier doll announces them.
+    You’ll find it hard to choose.
+
+[_SOLDIER DOLL sticks head in door off stage._]
+
+SOLDIER DOLL:
+
+    All ready. There’s a child out here
+      Who wants a doll I think.
+    But do not wait another bit.
+      You’ve all had time to prink.
+
+[_Child shows delight as each doll enters._]
+
+[_SOLDIER DOLL announces dolls as they enter._]
+
+RAG DOLLS:
+
+    We are such very useful dolls
+      I’m sure you must agree
+    That for the children everyday
+      No dolls are good as we.
+
+    We’re washable, we never break,
+      We bend quite anyway.
+    Just try us for a year or two,
+      We are the best you’ll say.
+
+FRENCH DOLL:
+
+    I am an aristocrat,
+      A doll of high degree.
+    I came to you from far away
+      In France across the sea.
+
+    My name is ISABELLA,
+      I’m a most expensive doll
+    So you must treat me gently
+      And never let me fall.
+    I shut my eyes so nicely
+      Just tilt me back and see.
+
+[_SHOP WOMAN tilts her and her eyes close._]
+
+    Now, isn’t that a clever trick?
+      I’m sure you will like me.
+
+FARMER DOLL:
+
+    I’m a FARMER DOLL
+      See my rake and hoe.
+    I can plant your garden
+      And all the seeds will grow.
+
+    I’m so very useful
+      I can rake the hay
+    And mow the wheat when it gets ripe.
+      I’m busy all the day.
+
+PAPER DOLL:
+
+    I’m only made of paper
+      And cheap as cheap can be.
+    I don’t belong in this parade,
+      But still, you _might_ like me.
+
+    My dresses, colored paper,
+      You’d find it fun to make.
+    In fact, unless you take _me_ home
+      You’ll make a sad mistake.
+
+BABY DOLL:
+
+    Cunning baby doll am I
+      Pinch me and I cry
+    Loudly for my parents,
+      Don’t you want to try?
+
+[_SHOP WOMAN pinches her and she cries._]
+
+SAILOR DOLL:
+
+    I’m Jack Tar, a sailor doll
+      Just off the salty sea.
+    And every girl in every port
+      Was very fond of me.
+
+    I’ve traveled over all the world
+      It’s made me very clever,
+    A doll of my experience
+      You’ll seldom find if ever.
+
+[_Dances Sailor’s Hornpipe._]
+
+COLLAPSIBLE DOLLS:
+
+    Push down our heads,—
+      When we arise
+    We’ll loudly squawk
+      To your surprise.
+
+    We all collapse
+      And squawk, each one.
+    The children think us
+      Lots of fun.
+
+[_SHOP WOMAN pushes down head of each one and it squawks as it rises._]
+
+JAPANESE DOLL:
+
+    My name is Lotus Flower
+      I came from far Japan.
+    Just look at my kimono
+      And my flirtatious fan.
+
+    I’ll tell of cherry blossoms,
+      Of feasts of long ago,
+    Of temple bells a-ringing.
+      Where paper lanterns glow.
+
+    I’ll bow to you politely
+      And drink a lot of tea.
+    I’ll honorably serve you,
+      So, please, I beg, take me.
+
+DUTCH DOLL:
+
+    I’m Huldah from Holland,
+      With stout wooden shoes,
+    Most any wise child
+      Would a Dutch dolly choose.
+
+    I never get dirty
+      I smile as I play
+    I know you’ll soon love me,
+      So take me today.
+
+INDIAN DOLL:
+
+    My name is Laughing Water,
+      And your papoose I’ll be
+    Just hang my deerskin cradle
+      To sway in any tree.
+
+    Build me a little wigwam
+      Where I may sleep at night,
+    And sing me Indian lullabies
+      When stars are shining bright.
+
+    You never need be careful
+      But leave me in the sun.
+    My wax is very solid,
+      My colors never run.
+
+ESKIMO DOLL:
+
+    I’m a hardy Eskimo
+      From the land of ice and snow
+    What a lovely doll I’d be
+      In the winter, don’t you see?
+
+    Cuddle me beneath your arm,
+      And my fur will keep you warm.
+    In the snow drifts we will play
+      With rosy cheeks and voices gay.
+
+_All dolls sing—Air: COMIN’ THRU THE RYE._
+
+
+1.
+
+    If a girlie needs a dollie
+      Made for fun and play,
+    If the dollie must be lovely
+      Girlie, look this way.
+
+_Chorus:_
+
+    Every girlie needs a dollie,
+      None you say have you,
+    So smile on me, my pretty maid,
+      Oh, don’t you think I’ll do?
+
+2.
+
+    I’ve a nature kind and loving,
+      Very seldom cry,
+    Never frowning, always smiling,
+      Do not pass me by.
+
+
+3.
+
+    When a girlie needs a dollie
+      Why the search delay?
+    Here am I all ready, waiting,
+      Choose me now, today.
+
+_Enter OLD DOLL._
+
+    My name is Mary Alice,
+      And I’m old as old can be.
+    My paint’s washed off, my head is cracked,
+      No little girl wants me.
+
+    My hair was once in golden curls
+      And now it hangs forlorn,
+    My eyes are dim from crying,
+      My pretty dress is torn.
+
+    I only came to see the rest.
+      Of course I did not dream
+    That any child could care for me,
+      So shabby now I seem. [_Weeps._]
+
+CHILD:
+
+    Oh, Mary Alice, please don’t cry.
+      I want you, I choose _you_.
+    I’ll love you much, much better
+      Than these dainty dolls so new.
+    They’ll find a home at once, I’m sure,
+      But you, my dear, need me.
+
+    [_To audience_] I’ve made a wise selection
+
+    I’m sure you all agree.
+      For after all old friends are best,
+    Friends that are tried and true.
+      And so from all the Dolls Parade
+    Dear Mary Alice, I choose you.
+
+OLD DOLL:
+
+    You make me very happy.
+      I can scarce believe my ears—
+    To think that you will take _me_ home
+      And not those lovely dears.
+
+    Their clothes are fresh and dainty,
+      Their cheeks are painted red,
+    Their locks are long and curling,
+      While mine are straight instead.
+
+    But, though I’m old and faded
+      My heart beats warm and true—
+    I’ll always, always, grateful be
+      Dear little girl to you.
+
+All the other dolls—in amazement—
+
+    She’s going to take MARY ALICE?
+      It really can’t be true—
+
+[_To MARY ALICE._]
+
+    With all of us so beautiful
+      She wouldn’t look at you.
+
+[_To CHILD._]
+
+    Just look again at us we beg.
+      You must have failed to see
+    Our shining curls, our dresses new,
+      Our pride and dignity.
+
+    You surely don’t want that old doll!
+      She’s been worn out for years.
+    You’ll change your mind when you get home
+      And hurry back in tears.
+
+    And then you’ll find we all are gone
+      With other little girls
+    Who like our style, our pretty clothes,
+      Our lovely flowing curls.
+
+SAILOR DOLL (_stepping to front and motioning rest to be still_):
+
+    She’s right. I know, for I am wise;
+    Although it is to my surprise
+    She shows such sense, for little girls
+    Are always pleased by silly curls.
+
+    They fail to see, ’neath raiment gay
+    A spirit that is sweet and gay.
+    This child is most as wise as I.
+    She knows it’s best to pass _us_ by
+
+    And choose, a doll for every day,
+    A doll that’s had long years of play,
+    Is beautiful in this child’s eyes.
+    She’s right. _I_ know, and I am wise.
+
+    And if the choice seems queer to you
+    Because you’re all so fresh and new,
+    I’ve traveled over sea and land,
+    I’m wise, at least _I_ understand.
+    You’d only be an honored guest.
+    In dolls—or friends—the old are best.
+
+ALL: Well, perhaps you are right. It’s nice for Mary Alice, any way,
+isn’t it!
+
+_All sing—Air: AULD LANG SYNE._
+
+    Old dolls are like old friends the best
+      Because they’re tried and true
+    But we’ll be old dolls, too, some day,
+      Instead of fine and new.
+
+_Chorus:_
+
+    And you will love us then
+      When beauties fade,
+    The dolls you’re passing by today,
+      The dolls on dress parade.
+
+Dolls parade off stage, followed by SOLDIER DOLL, and led by the SAILOR
+DOLL. CHILD stands with arms around MARY ALICE as curtain goes down.
+Guests leave.
+
+
+
+
+Entertainments for All Occasions
+
+
+_Special Day Entertainments_
+
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+    =CHOICE CHRISTMAS ENTERTAINMENTS=—Irish            .40
+    =CHRISTMAS AT McCARTHYS’=—Guptill                  .25
+    =CHRISTMAS AT PUMPKIN HOLLER=—Guptill              .25
+    =CHRISTMAS EVE AT MULLIGAN’S=—Irish                .25
+    =CHRISTMAS SPEAKIN’ AT SKAGGS’ SKULE=—Irish        .25
+    =IN A TOY SHOP=—Preston                            .25
+    =THE PRIMARY CHRISTMAS BOOK=—Irish                 .40
+    =PUMPKIN PIE PETER=—Irish                          .25
+    =THE REUNION AT PINE KNOT RANCH=—Irish             .25
+    =SNOWBOUND FOR CHRISTMAS=—Preston                  .25
+    =A STRIKE IN SANTA LAND=—Preston                   .25
+    =A THANKSGIVING CONSPIRACY=—Irish                  .25
+    =A THANKSGIVING DREAM=—Preston                     .25
+    =A TOPSY-TURVY CHRISTMAS=—Guptill                  .25
+
+
+_Dialogues and Children’s Plays_
+
+    ALL IN A GARDEN FAIR=—Wilbur                     $0.25
+    DOLLS ON DRESS PARADE=—Preston                     .25
+    A PARTY IN MOTHER GOOSE LAND=—Preston              .25
+    =SNAPPY HUMOROUS DIALOGUES=—Irish                  .40
+
+
+_Recitations and Pantomimes_
+
+    =CATCHY PRIMARY RECITATIONS=—Irish               $0.30
+    =OLD TIME SONGS PANTOMIMED=—Irish                  .40
+
+
+_Plays_
+
+    =THE DEAREST THING IN BOOTS=—MacKenzie           $0.25
+    =THE GREAT CHICKEN STEALING CASE OF EBENEZER
+        COUNTY=—Richardson                             .25
+    =THE GREAT WHISKEY STEALING CASE=—Richardson       .25
+    =MISS JANIE; OR, THE CURTAILED COURTSHIP=—Bonham   .25
+    =THAT AWFUL LETTER=—MacKenzie                      .25
+    =THE UNEXPECTED GUEST=—MacKenzie                   .25
+
+
+_Monologues_
+
+    =AS OUR WASHWOMAN SEES IT=—MacKenzie             $0.25
+    =ASK OUIJA=—MacKenzie                              .25
+    =THE COUNTRY COUSIN SPEAKS HER MIND=—MacKenzie     .25
+    =GLADYS REVIEWS THE DANCE=—MacKenzie               .25
+    =I’M ENGAGED=—MacKenzie                            .25
+    =SHE SAYS SHE STUDIES=—MacKenzie                   .25
+    =SUSAN GETS READY FOR CHURCH=—MacKenzie            .25
+
+
+    =PAINE PUBLISHING CO.       Dayton, Ohio=
+
+
+
+
+Entertainments for Christmas
+
+
+=CHOICE CHRISTMAS ENTERTAINMENTS By Marie Irish=
+
+For children of all grades. Contents: 50 recitations, 8 monologues, 11
+plays and dialogues, 5 drills and marches, 8 tableaux, 4 pantomimes, 8
+pantomimed carols, 8 songs, etc. =Price, 40 cents.=
+
+
+=THE PRIMARY CHRISTMAS BOOK By Marie Irish=
+
+For children under ten years of age. Contents: 68 recitations, 12
+exercises, 7 songs, 6 drills, 12 dialogues and plays, 9 pantomimes.
+=Price, 40 cents.=
+
+
+=BEST CHRISTMAS PANTOMIMES By Marie Irish=
+
+Twelve pantomimes, each accompanied by complete words, directions and
+music. Some are serious and some are in a lighter vein. =Price, 40
+cents.=
+
+
+=CHOICE CHRISTMAS DIALOGUES AND PLAYS By Marie Irish=
+
+Ten dialogues for Primary Grades, 10 dialogues for Intermediate Grades
+and 8 plays for Grammar Grades. =Price, 40 cents.=
+
+
+=CHRISTMAS AT McCARTHYS’ By Elizabeth F. Guptill=
+
+Brimful of fun and Christmas spirit. For any number of young folks and
+children. Time, 30 minutes. =Price, 25 cents.=
+
+
+=CHRISTMAS AT PUMPKIN’ HOLLER By Elizabeth F. Guptill=
+
+The old-fashioned school is rehearsing for the Christmas entertainment.
+Funny from beginning to end. Time, 30 minutes. For any number of
+children. =Price, 25 cents.=
+
+
+=CHRISTMAS EVE AT MULLIGAN’S By Marie Irish=
+
+For all grades. 4 males, 5 females. Time, 30 minutes. A most unusual
+play. Plenty of wit and humor as well as more serious episodes. Sure to
+be a success. =Price, 25 cents.=
+
+
+=CHRISTMAS SPEAKIN’ AT SKAGGS’ SKULE By Marie Irish=
+
+A back woods school entertainment is featured. Easy to prepare and
+plenty of fun. For 6 boys and 8 girls. Time, 30 minutes. =Price, 25
+cents.=
+
+
+=IN A TOY SHOP By Effa E. Preston=
+
+In rhyme. For 12 or more small children. A clever little play that will
+please. Time, 20 minutes. =Price, 25 cents.=
+
+
+=THE REUNION AT PINE KNOT RANCH By Marie Irish=
+
+For upper grades. 5 males and 6 females. Time, 30 minutes. Plenty of
+fun and a great surprise. =Price, 25 cents.=
+
+
+=SNOWBOUND FOR CHRISTMAS By Marie Irish=
+
+For 4 boys and 4 girls. For mixed grades. Time, 25 minutes. The older
+children play Santa Claus for the younger ones. =Price, 25 cents.=
+
+
+=A STRIKE IN SANTA LAND By Effa E. Preston=
+
+In rhyme. 8 boys, 7 girls. Time, 20 minutes. Very easy but effective.
+=Price, 25 cents.=
+
+
+=A TOPSY-TURVY CHRISTMAS By Elizabeth F. Guptill=
+
+Humorous. For any number of children under fourteen years of age. Time,
+30 minutes. =Price, 25 cents.=
+
+
+=PAINE PUBLISHING CO.=
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Transcriber’s Note:
+
+Page 8, verse beginning “Cuddle me beneath” had indents added to match
+rest of poem in text.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Dolls on Dress Parade, by Effa E. Preston
+
+
+
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+
+                              The Graves
+                             of the Fallen
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+                    Imperial War Graves Commission
+
+
+
+
+                                 NOTE.
+
+
+     _This Descriptive Account of the work of the Imperial War Graves
+     Commission was written by Mr. Rudyard Kipling at the Commission’s
+     request. The Illustrations showing the cemeteries and memorials as
+     they will appear when completed are by Mr. Douglas Macpherson._
+
+
+
+
+                       _What the Commission is._
+
+
+The Commission consists of:--
+
+     The Secretary of State for War.
+
+     The Secretary of State for the Colonies.
+
+     The Secretary of State for India.
+
+     The First Commissioner of Works.
+
+     The Hon. Sir George Perley, K.C.M.G. (appointed by the Government
+     of Canada).
+
+     The Right Hon. Andrew Fisher, P.C. (appointed by the Government of
+     Australia).
+
+     The Hon. Sir Thomas Mackenzie, K.C.M.G. (appointed by the
+     Government of New Zealand).
+
+     The Right Hon. W. P. Schreiner, P.C., K.C., C.M.G. (appointed by
+     the Government of the Union of South Africa).
+
+     The Hon. Sir Edgar Bowring (appointed by the Government of
+     Newfoundland).
+
+and the following members who accepted the invitation to help in this
+work, and were appointed by Royal Warrant:--
+
+     Sir William Garstin, G.C.M.G., G.B.E.
+
+     Mr. Harry Gosling, C.H., J.P.
+
+     Mr. Rudyard Kipling.
+
+     General Sir C. F. N. Macready, G.C.M.G., K.C.B.
+
+     General Sir Herbert C. O. Plumer, G.C.B., G.C.M.G., G.C.V.O.
+
+     Admiral Sir Edmund S. Poë, G.C.V.O., K.C.B.
+
+     Major-General Fabian Ware, C.B., C.M.G.
+
+All letters should be addressed to the Secretary, Imperial War Graves
+Commission, Winchester House, St. James’s Square, S.W. 1; and not to any
+individual member of the Commission.
+
+
+_Its History._
+
+The origin and development of the Imperial War Graves Commission is very
+simple. In the first days of the war the different armies engaged
+created organisations, under the direction of the War Office, to
+register, mark, and tend the graves of British soldiers, as well as to
+answer inquiries from relatives, and, where possible, to send them
+photographs of the graves. Later, a National Committee was constituted,
+which, on the suggestion of the Prince of Wales, who took a keen
+personal interest in the work, was expanded into an Imperial Commission,
+representing the Dominions, India, the Colonies, the fighting Services,
+Labour, the great public departments interested, and the British Red
+Cross, which latter had supplied, as it still does to a considerable
+extent, the funds for photographing and planting the graves.
+
+
+_Its Finance._
+
+The finance of the Commission is Imperial. All parts of the Empire have
+generously and unreservedly promised to bear their share of the
+expenses. The Imperial War Conference, having considered the proposals
+of the Commission, passed the following resolution on June 17, 1918:
+“The Conference desires to place on record its appreciation of the
+Labours of the Imperial War Graves Commission, and is in favour of the
+cost of carrying out the decisions of the Commission being borne by the
+respective Governments in proportion to the numbers of the graves of
+their dead.”
+
+[Illustration: A WAR CEMETERY WITH PERMANENT MEMORIALS AS DESIGNED.]
+
+
+
+
+                           _THE CEMETERIES._
+
+
+With the growth of the war the Commission’s work naturally covered every
+part of the world where the men of the Empire had served and died--from
+the vast and known cities of our dead in Flanders and France to hidden
+and outlying burial-grounds of a few score at the ends of the earth.
+These resting-places are situated on every conceivable site--on bare
+hills flayed by years of battle, in orchards and meadows, beside
+populous towns or little villages, in jungle-glades, at coast ports, in
+far-away islands, among desert sands, and desolate ravines. It would be
+as impossible as undesirable to reduce them all to any uniformity of
+aspect by planting or by architecture.
+
+In a war where the full strength of nations was used without respect of
+persons, no difference could be made between the graves of officers or
+men. Yet some sort of central idea was needed that should symbolise our
+common sacrifice wherever our dead might be laid; and it was realised,
+above all, that each cemetery and individual grave should be made as
+permanent as man’s art could devise.
+
+
+_Their Design and Care._
+
+The Commission instructed Sir Frederic Kenyon, K.C.B., to report how
+these aims could best be realised, and he, after consulting very fully
+with the relatives, representatives of the Services, religion and art,
+and knowing the practical limitations, particularly in obtaining labour,
+for carrying out such a vast undertaking, recommended that in each
+cemetery there should stand a Cross of Sacrifice, and an altarlike Stone
+of Remembrance, and that the headstones of the graves should be of
+uniform shape and size. Stone crosses to succeed the temporary wooden
+crosses were at first suggested, but crosses of the small size
+necessitated by the nearness of the graves to each other do not allow
+sufficient space for the men’s names and the inscriptions, and are also
+by their shape too fragile and too subject to the action of frost and
+weather for enduring use. Plain headstones, measuring 2 ft. 6 in. by 1
+ft. 3 in., were therefore chosen, upon which the Cross or other
+religious symbol of the dead man’s faith could be carved and his
+Regimental badge fully displayed. The Regiments have been consulted as
+to the designs of these badges, some of which have now been approved and
+are ready for engraving as soon as experiments which are being carried
+on have shown how to overcome the difficulties of dealing with such
+numbers. In due time, then, wherever a man may be buried, from East
+Africa to North Russia, his headstone will carry his Regimental badge,
+identifiable the world over.
+
+Besides the fighting forces, provision must be made for the graves of
+the merchant-seamen and discharged men whose deaths were due to enemy
+action, for Sisters and Nurses killed or died of wounds or disease, for
+Labour units of all races, and, indeed, for all who have served in any
+capacity in the war. The distinctive badges of these headstones are not
+yet all decided upon.
+
+[Illustration: ANOTHER WAR CEMETERY AS DESIGNED.]
+
+[Illustration: THE CROSS OF SACRIFICE.]
+
+[Illustration: THE STONE OF REMEMBRANCE.]
+
+[Illustration: SPECIMEN OF A REGIMENTAL HEADSTONE.]
+
+
+_Inscriptions, Registers, and Planning._
+
+In addition to the name and rank upon the headstone, the Commission feel
+that relatives should, if they wish, add a short inscription of their
+own choice as an expression of personal feeling and affection. These
+inscriptions will be at the relatives’ expense, and, to avoid unduly
+crowding the stones with very small lettering, which, besides being
+difficult to read, does not weather well, it has been found necessary to
+restrict the length of the inscription to sixty-six letters.[A]
+
+ [A] In counting the sixty-six letters, the space between any two words
+ must be reckoned as one letter.
+
+Every cemetery will keep registers of the dead buried there, and in
+these registers it is hoped that it will be possible, with the
+assistance of his kin, to enter the age, parentage, and birthplace of
+each known man.
+
+The planning and planting of the cemeteries must depend largely on their
+site and the climate of the country, but it is proposed that, as a
+general rule, the cemeteries should have buildings designed for
+services, ceremonies, and shelter, where the register of that cemetery
+will be kept under permanent safeguard. To recapitulate:--
+
+     1. For each Cemetery its Cross of Sacrifice and Stone of
+     Remembrance, the latter bearing the quotation (_Ecclesiasticus_ 44,
+     v. 14) “THEIR NAME LIVETH FOR EVERMORE”;
+
+     2. For each grave its enduring headstone, carved with the symbol of
+     the dead man’s faith, his name and rank, his Regimental badge, and
+     whatever text or inscription his relatives may add;
+
+     3. In the Cemetery building the register in which the man’s
+     birthplace, age, and parentage can be recorded and referred to.
+
+
+_Memorials to the Missing._
+
+This matter is naturally of the deepest concern to the relatives of
+those whose bodies have never been recovered or identified, or whose
+graves, once made, have been destroyed by later battles. Their number is
+not small, and Sir Frederic Kenyon has suggested that the best way to
+record their memory would be to place a tablet on the walls or cloisters
+at the cemetery nearest to the spot where it is presumed they have lost
+their lives. In the case of officers and men in the Flying Corps, the
+place of whose death could not be known within many miles, the tablet
+might be placed in the cemetery nearest to the camp from which they had
+started on their last flight. But in any case relatives may be assured
+that the dead who have no known resting-place will be made equal with
+the others, and that each case will be dealt with upon full
+consideration of its merits as regards the site and the place of the
+memorial.
+
+
+_Graves of Indian Troops._
+
+The symbols of their faith will also be carved on the headstones of the
+soldiers of the Indian Armies who fought beside their comrades from
+England and throughout the Empire in France and Belgium in 1914-16; and
+of the Indian Labour Corps who have since worked and taken the risks of
+life behind the lines. A committee of the Commission has decided upon
+the form that these symbols should take, and has further recommended
+that a Mohammedan mosque and Hindu temple should be erected in France
+for remembrance of the sacrifice made by Hindus and Mohammedans alike in
+the war. The designs for these buildings have been submitted for
+approval in India. In all such matters the treatment of the bodies of
+these soldiers will be in strict conformity with the practice of their
+religions, and will be carried out under the supervision of native
+officers.
+
+[Illustration: SPECIMEN OF A REGIMENTAL HEADSTONE.]
+
+[Illustration: SPECIMEN OF A JEWISH HEADSTONE.]
+
+
+_Treatment of Isolated Graves._
+
+After so many years of fighting over densely populated and civilised
+countries like France and Belgium, it is inevitable that there must be
+single graves and groups in positions where, when the life of the land
+goes forward again, they cannot be reached or tended. Some lie in what
+were once town or village thoroughfares, and will be so again; others by
+the side of railway stations and goods yards, houses or factories, in
+arable or pasture fields, parks, gardens and the like. The objections to
+leaving these graves where they are need not be dwelt upon. No
+precautions save them from being encroached upon or obliterated in the
+course of time. There is, moreover, a strong sentiment among all ranks
+that such scattered graves look lonely, and the instinct of the Services
+demands that those who fell by the wayside should be gathered in to rest
+with the nearest main body of their companions. That is what the
+Commission, with all due care and reverence, proposes to do.
+
+
+_Removal of Bodies._
+
+In view of the enormous number (over half a million) of our dead in
+France alone, the removal of bodies to England would be impossible, even
+were there a general desire for it. But the overwhelming majority of
+relatives are content that their kin should lie--officers and men
+together--in the countries that they have redeemed. The Allied nations,
+too, have freely given their land to our dead for ever, and that offer
+has been accepted by the Governments. To allow exhumation and removal in
+the few cases where it has been suggested would, it seemed to the
+Commission, be undesirable, if only on the principle of equality, and,
+judging from what many gallant fighters have said and written before
+they in their turn fell, a violation, in all but a few special cases, of
+the desire of the dead themselves.
+
+
+_Battle Memorials._
+
+Memorials to commemorate the parts borne by particular armies,
+divisions, or regiments in campaigns and battles, such as, to name only
+a few, the Canadians at Ypres, the South Africans at Delville Wood, the
+Australians at Amiens, the British at the breaking of the Hindenburg
+line, will be advised upon by a fully representative military committee,
+and it is to be hoped that the best art of the Empire will give its
+services and advice in the designing of them.
+
+
+_Suggestions from the Public._
+
+But the work so far has only been blocked out, and there is room and
+welcome for suggestions of every kind from the public throughout the
+world, whose servants the Commission are. For example, it has been
+suggested that the entrance to individual cemeteries should carry a text
+or inscription, and it has been decided that monuments should be erected
+to the dead whose graves are unknown, of a special form which has yet to
+be settled. These are points, among others, upon which the Commission
+would be grateful for expressions of opinion.
+
+
+_The Progress of the Work._
+
+Meantime, the long and difficult business of identification and
+registration goes forward still on all fronts. The various architects to
+whose charge the cemeteries have been allotted are preparing their
+designs for the planting and the building required in France, and steps
+are being taken to prepare dignified and characteristic designs for our
+cemeteries in the East and elsewhere. All this can be effected in
+reasonable time; but there is no possibility of expediting the delivery
+of the headstones. More than half a million of these will be required,
+and at present there is not labour enough in all the world to cut, carve
+and letter them. While they are being made the wooden crosses will
+stand, and, where necessary, will be renewed; the registers will be
+filled and filed, and the cemeteries will be faithfully and reverently
+tended.
+
+     London: PUBLISHED BY HIS MAJESTY’S STATIONERY OFFICE. To be
+     purchased through any Bookseller or directly from H.M. Stationery
+     Office at the following addresses: Imperial House, Kingsway,
+     London, W.C. 2, and 28, Abingdon Street, London, S.W. 1; 37, Peter
+     Street, Manchester; 1, St. Andrew’s Crescent, Cardiff; 23, Forth
+     Street, Edinburgh; or from E. Ponsonby, Ltd., 116, Grafton Street,
+     Dublin.                                           Price 6d. Net.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Graves of the Fallen, by Joseph Rudyard Kipling
+
+
+
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+
+
+                               MICHIGAN’S
+                             COPPER COUNTRY
+                                   IN
+                              EARLY PHOTOS
+
+
+                                   BY
+                              B. E. TYLER
+
+    [Illustration: Decorative glyph]
+
+                            L.O.C.—77-71925
+                          S.B.N.—0-912382-21-X
+
+                             Reprinted 1977
+                                   By
+
+    [Illustration: BLACK LETTER PRESS
+    Grand Rapids, Michigan]
+
+                       Art Work by Robert Nelson
+
+
+
+
+                    INTRODUCTION TO THE NEW EDITION
+
+
+History, with all of its ramifications, is a complex subject. Often,
+students pursue it with only the written word in hand, in an attempt to
+gain a deeper, and more meaningful understanding of it. This is usually
+the case because other means of historical relation are not available,
+or completely nonexistent. The strict narration of facts is not a
+sufficient means alone for broadening one’s knowledge of the past.
+
+Whenever the written word can be complemented with other media, for
+example, worthwhile actual photographs, a more complete understanding of
+the past is experienced. Literally, a picture is worth a thousand words,
+and the student can gain, for himself, a more penetrating insight into
+his subject which words alone cannot always provide him.
+
+In publishing _Michigan’s Copper Country In Early Photos_, a pictorial
+account of the Copper Country around 1900, the Black Letter Press has
+made a more complete understanding of the region possible by
+supplementing its written histories with the varied collection of
+photographs. The area’s setting, its people, and their work are
+portrayed. Originally, the book was published as, _Souvenir of the
+Copper Country Upper Peninsula of Michigan_. Copies of this original
+work are extremely scarce today.
+
+In his introduction to the original publication, B.E. Tyler, the
+publisher, states that the Copper Country is a place of natural beauty,
+with the mining of copper from the bowels of the earth as the district’s
+major industry. This was written in 1903, and the pictures presented in
+the volume’s pages offer supportive evidence to his words. However, time
+has moved on, and much has both changed and remained the same in the
+Copper Country.
+
+Tyler mentions a picture of the Cliff Mining Camp, and relates that the
+work has been abandoned, but, “almost every house that was ever erected
+there is standing.” This is no longer true. All structures have been
+dismantled, and all that remains of the once proud and fabulous Cliff
+mine are a few poor rock piles.
+
+The many gabled, and uniquely constructed Quincy Rock House was to be
+found in Hancock, and it was reputed to be the most photographed mine
+structure of its kind in the country. It was destroyed by fire in 1956.
+
+The Douglas House, a famous meeting place, and hotel, in Houghton still
+remains, although its appearance has been altered, and its surroundings
+have changed.
+
+The Kerredge Theater, in Hancock, was completed in 1902, with some seats
+costing as much as forty dollars for a single performance. Popular
+shows, Shakespearian plays, and operas, were presented on its stage.
+
+Copper mining no longer remains the major industry of the area. Once
+where many shafts were sunk deep into the earth, and their rockhouses
+lined the horizon, only a few remain today as reminders of a bygone era,
+standing as ever vigilant sentinels, guarding what may be left of their
+once rich copper deposits. Gone are the giant hoisting machines used to
+bring copper ore to the surface. Gone are the miners, who labored hard
+by candlelight with simple hand tools, replaced by today’s modern miner
+using his battery operated head lamp, and power machinery when work is
+available. Only exploratory and experimental work is presently being
+conducted in the Copper Country.
+
+One aspect of the Copper Country which remains relatively unchanged is
+its rugged natural beauty. The sparkling clear deep blue waters of
+chilling Lake Superior still crash upon its rocky tree lined shores. A
+green mantle of dense forests covers much of the land, which in places
+is wild and mountainous. Water still rushes over spectacular falls as it
+flows onward toward the world’s largest fresh water lake. Past and
+present residents, and many visitors, have witnessed the scenic
+panorama, with some insisting that the climate of the Copper Country has
+an exhilarating, and refreshing therapeutic affect upon them.
+
+Suggested reading material on the Copper Country might include the
+following titles that are considered to be of more than passing
+interest: _Red Metal_, by C. Harry Benedict, _Prehistoric Copper Mining
+in the Lake Superior Region_, edited by Roy W. Drier, and Octave J.
+DuTemple, _Boom Copper_, by Angus Murdock, and _The Cliff_, by Donald
+Chaput. Also of worthwhile reading are such historical novels on the
+region as, _Where Copper Is King_, by James Wright, published in 1905,
+and, _The Long Winter Ends_, by Newton G. Thomas.
+
+Another beneficial book is, _A True Description of the Lake Superior
+Country_, written by John St. John, and originally published in 1846. It
+was republished by the Black Letter Press in 1976, and it provides its
+readers with a rare and invaluable first hand account of early Copper
+Country settings. Of particular interest are the author’s descriptions
+of the region’s geologic development, and of the early copper mines.
+
+_Michigan’s Copper Country In Early Photos_ adds a new dimension to the
+historiography of the Copper Country, providing in pictures what the
+student may not grasp from the written word.
+
+  Richard A. Cebelak
+  Grand Rapids, Michigan
+  March, 1977
+
+The simple beauty of the Copper Country of Michigan, the vastness of its
+enterprises and the activity of its marts are impressive in their very
+nature. Their pictures are more pleasing when left unmarred by wordy
+descriptions. Scenes may be absorbed and grasped by the eye which no
+language can describe.
+
+This book is a simple collection of pictures, characteristic of scenes
+which are familiar to those acquainted with the Copper Country. The
+effort has been put forth to make it as comprehensive as possible.
+
+The winning of the copper from the earth constitutes the dominant
+industry of the district, and is deserving of first place in a
+representation of the Copper Country. All features of the industry are
+shown—in the depths of the mine; on the surface, where the world’s most
+massive machinery furnishes power to actuate the air drills and operate
+the hoisting cables; in the mills and smelters, where the metal is
+refined into copper bullion; along the wharves, where ships are laden
+with the product, to carry it to lower lake ports, whence it is
+distributed throughout the world.
+
+Historic points of interest are given. There is a picture of the old
+Cliff Mining Camp, one of the earliest, and, in its day, one of the most
+populous and prosperous communities in the Upper Peninsula. To-day
+almost every house that was ever erected there is standing, most of them
+dating back nearly half a century, but the place is deserted—hundreds of
+houses with bare walls staring out through bleak windows, and scarcely a
+dozen souls to inhabit them. The old mine workings are abandoned for
+more profitable deposits of mineral.
+
+Pictures are given which show the natural beauty of the Copper Country.
+Pleasing views are so bountifully bestowed by nature that it is a
+difficult task to choose the most impressive. But enough are given to
+create a taste for more—a taste that can be gratified to its fullest
+only by rambling among the vales and hills, through the forests and
+along the banks of the quiet streams and the shores of the mighty
+Unsalted Sea.
+
+The new South Range is thoroughly pictured. This is the young giant
+which in the last five years has forged forward and wrought from the
+ground which was the rooting place for an unbroken forest a group of
+copper mining camps that stand to-day close rivals to the older camps
+which have been half a century in the making.
+
+Such pictures constitute within themselves a story of beauty, power and
+pathos which no words can enhance. Those responsible for the book have
+drawn from its preparation a wealth of pleasure. Courtesies have been
+extended from all sources, in recompense for which the sincerest
+expression of appreciation is now extended. May those into whose hands
+the book shall come glean from it all the subtle meaning and all the
+stirring thoughts which its pictures are capable of inspiring. It will
+then be an epic, indeed—a poem, a song, a burst of harmony beyond the
+power of words to utter.
+
+  B. E. Tyler,
+  Publisher,
+  Houghton, Mich.
+
+  Copyright, 1903, by B. E. Tyler, Houghton, Mich.
+
+    [Illustration: Houghton 1897]
+
+    [Illustration: ASSAYERS MICHIGAN COLLEGE OF MINES.]
+
+    [Illustration: HOTEL DEE, HOUGHTON, MICH.]
+
+    [Illustration: SHELDEN-DEE BUILDING, HOUGHTON, MICH.]
+
+    [Illustration: MICHIGAN COLLEGE OF MINES, HOUGHTON, MICH.]
+
+    [Illustration: DOUGLAS HOUSE, HOUGHTON, MICH.]
+
+    [Illustration: A. Haas Brewing Co.
+    Houghton.]
+
+    [Illustration: National Bank of Houghton]
+
+    [Illustration: Quincy Rock House]
+
+    [Illustration: _Hancock from Portage Lake_]
+
+    [Illustration: _Calumet & Hecla Mine_]
+
+    [Illustration: _Lake Linden_]
+
+    [Illustration: _Portage Lake_]
+
+    [Illustration: Paine Memorial Library
+    Painesdale.]
+
+    [Illustration: Freda Park, Copper Range]
+
+    [Illustration: _Trimountain Mine
+    Copper Range R.R._]
+
+    [Illustration: QUINCY SMELTERS, HANCOCK]
+
+    [Illustration: CHAMPION MILL ON COPPER RANGE R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: Students - M.C.M.
+    Isle Royale Mine, Houghton.]
+
+    [Illustration: Quincy Mine.
+    GOING UNDER GROUND.]
+
+    [Illustration: N.Y. Cent. Boat Unloading at
+    Copper Range R.R. Dock]
+
+    [Illustration: Winter]
+
+    [Illustration: Company G 3^rd Rg. Mich. Nat. Guards
+    Houghton.]
+
+    [Illustration: Rock House
+    Quincy Mine]
+
+    [Illustration: Divers at Work
+    Trimountain Intake, L. S.]
+
+    [Illustration: Quincy Hill]
+
+    [Illustration: Coal Hoist
+    Copper Range R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: Michigan College Mines
+    Houghton]
+
+    [Illustration: TRIMOUNTAIN MILL on COPPER RANGE R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: Lake Superior Foxes]
+
+    [Illustration: Hodge Foundry]
+
+    [Illustration: Underground
+    Champion Mine]
+
+    [Illustration: Mill Mine Jct.
+    Copper Range R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: Five Million Pounds of Copper Ready for Shipment,
+    Houghton, Mich.]
+
+    [Illustration: Mining Students
+    Underground]
+
+    [Illustration: Public School Bl’g’s
+    Hancock.]
+
+    [Illustration: Catch of Fish]
+
+    [Illustration: Baltic
+    on
+    COPPER RANGE R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: Baltic Mine
+    Copper Range R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: Excursion
+    Copper Range R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: Quincy Stamp Mill]
+
+    [Illustration: Timbermen
+    Champion Mine]
+
+    [Illustration: TIONESTA]
+
+    [Illustration: Trammers
+    Baltic Mine]
+
+    [Illustration: Lower Falls
+    FIRE STEEL RIVER
+    Copper Range R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: STANLEY G. WIGHT, President.    C. M. GARRISON, Sec.
+    & Treas.
+    This mass of pure Copper, weighing about 6,000 lbs., was found upon
+    the property of the Minong Mining Company situated at McCargo Cove,
+    on Isle Royal, L. S. It was taken from an ancient mine Pit 16½ feet
+    deep, and is just as discovered, showing ancient stone hammer
+    marks.]
+
+    [Illustration: Oseeola Stamp Mill]
+
+    [Illustration: Freda Park]
+
+    [Illustration: ATLANTIC MINE
+    ATLANTIC]
+
+    [Illustration: Cliff Mine.
+    Oldest Mine on Lake Superior]
+
+    [Illustration: FIRE STEEL RIVER
+    COPPER RANGE R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: TRIMOUNTAIN MILL ON COPPER RANGE R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: RIPLEY FALLS]
+
+    [Illustration: Hoist
+    Champion Mine]
+
+    [Illustration: -Storm- Freda Park
+    Copper Range R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: CHAMPION MILL
+    COPPER RANGE R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: CHICAGO, MILWAUKEE & ST. PAUL RAILWAY, RUNNING IN
+    CONNECTION WITH COPPER RANGE RAILROAD.]
+
+    [Illustration: MOHAWK AND WOLVERINE STAMP MILLS.]
+
+    [Illustration: _C. & H. Smelting Wks._]
+
+    [Illustration: U.S. SHIP CANAL
+    Lake Superior]
+
+    [Illustration: PROFILE ROCK
+    C.R.R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: Hancock Fire Dept.]
+
+    [Illustration: Tamarack Mill “New”]
+
+    [Illustration: Quincy Street
+    Hancock.]
+
+    [Illustration: DOLLAR BAY DOCK]
+
+    [Illustration: QUINCY COAL DOCK]
+
+    [Illustration: “Jumbo”
+    Hoist C. & H. mine
+    CALUMET.]
+
+    [Illustration: HOUGHTON FIRE DEPT.]
+
+    [Illustration: Underground Trolly
+    Quincy Mine]
+
+    [Illustration: “The Swing”
+    —Freda Park—]
+
+    [Illustration: KERREDGE THEATRE]
+
+    [Illustration: Construction Work.
+    Copper Range R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: Catholic Hospital
+    Hancock]
+
+    [Illustration: Isle Royale Hoist]
+
+    [Illustration: Adventure Mill
+    COPPER RANGE R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: “GRAYLING” OTTER RIVER—COPPER RANGE R.R.—TYLER—]
+
+    [Illustration: Tables
+    Champion Mill]
+
+    [Illustration: UPPER SECTION HUNGARIAN FALLS]
+
+    [Illustration: Redridge Dam
+    C.R.R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: S.S. Northwest.]
+
+    [Illustration: —Citizens National Bank—
+    Houghton.]
+
+    [Illustration: —Baltic Mill—
+    COPPER RANGE R.R.—TYLER]
+
+    [Illustration: _LAKE ROWLAND
+    C.R.R.R._]
+
+    [Illustration: Tamarack Stamp Mill.]
+
+    [Illustration: AGATE BEACH—FREDA PARK]
+
+    [Illustration: —Picnic—
+    Freda Park]
+
+    [Illustration: Amphidrome.
+    Houghton.]
+
+    [Illustration: Red Jacket Shaft, Calumet. Mich.,
+    Deepest Vertical Shaft in the World.
+    Over 6,000 feet deep.]
+
+    [Illustration: TRIMOUNTAIN MILL ON COPPER RANGE R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: Quincy Stamp Mill]
+
+    [Illustration: Fishing Party
+    Houghton]
+
+    [Illustration: STORM—LAKE SUPERIOR]
+
+    [Illustration: THE DAILY MINING GAZETTE
+    W. R. DASKAN & CO. HARDWARE    POST OFFICE]
+
+    [Illustration: Paine Memorial Library
+    Paine]
+
+    [Illustration: Hungarian Falls
+    Copper Range R.R.]
+
+    [Illustration: CHAMPION MINE
+    C.R.R.R.]
+
+
+
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+                                 GLOVE
+                                  LORE
+
+                             [Illustration]
+
+                         THE PARIS GLOVE STORE
+
+                           S. W. LAIRD & CO.
+
+                            390 MAIN STREET
+
+                                BUFFALO
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                          _Copyrighted 1897._
+
+                          OTIS H. KEAN & CO.,
+                        Compilers and Publishers
+                        Advertising Literature,
+                             Buffalo, N. Y.
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                            _Introductory._
+
+
+In presenting our Brochure on fall and winter gloves, it occurred to us
+that a few facts bearing upon the historical phase of the subject would
+not be amiss, and, though necessarily brief, we trust may prove
+interesting to our readers.
+
+Our display of gloves for the present season shows the same
+characteristic excellence which has always been our aim, and a range of
+style and variety calculated to meet the requirements of the most
+exacting buyer.
+
+We feel that in point of prices there is no need to make mention, since
+a liberal patronage is the truest indication of our policy in this
+regard, and we can promise in the future the same “sterling worth” we
+have given in the past.
+
+Attention is also called to our corset department, in the belief, that
+for the lady who has not yet worn the Fascia Corset there awaits a real
+revelation, the extent of which she can appreciate, only when once
+encircled by the graceful curves of this, The Queen of all corsets.
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                       _The Birth of the Glove._
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+           _“’Tis as I should entreat you, wear your glove.”_
+
+                              —_Othello_.
+
+The first pair of gloves of which we have any record was the covering of
+skins which Jacob wore upon his hands to deceive his blind father, and
+it is a singular fact, that these hand-coverings, then used for
+deception and treachery, came in time to be a pledge of faith, a token
+of fidelity all over the world. The glove is unique in its universal use
+to symbolize good faith, from the Oriental custom of giving the
+purchaser a glove at the transfer of property, to its use as a love
+favor and a challenge.
+
+Some authorities say that the use of gloves as a protection to the hands
+was known to the cave-dwellers. However this may be, it certainly was to
+the Romans and Greeks.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+In the Norman period we find gloves worn only by men, and even then they
+were considered the appendages of the rich and great. They were an
+important factor on all ceremonial occasions, and were consequently very
+ornate and of rare material and workmanship, and many of them decorated
+with precious stones. The gloves of bishops were of silk and linen,
+richly embroidered, and those of monarchs were white with broad, pointed
+cuff. The presentation of the royal gloves at the coronation ceremony is
+a custom which still prevails, for in the records of Victoria’s
+coronation is the Duke of Norfolk’s petition to present the Queen’s
+coronation gloves.
+
+While we of to-day use gloves only as a protection and an ornament, in
+the intervening centuries they had a significance aside from this.
+Churchmen wore gloves as a sign of purity; judges, as a token of the
+integrity of their office; men pledged their honor by their gloves; and
+perhaps we may be pardoned for saying that this custom still survives
+with us, since our gloves are sold “on honor.”
+
+
+[Illustration:
+A Walking Glove.
+  Two-Clasp Piqué Glacé.
+  Two-Toned Stitching.
+  $1.00 to $2.00.]
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+Gentleman’s Walking Glove.
+  English Cape Leather,
+  One Clasp at the Wrist,
+  Oak Tan and Red Shades are correct.
+  $1.00 to $2.25.]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+English Cape Leather
+  Riding and Coaching Glove.
+  In Havana-Browns and Red Shades.
+  $1.00 to $2.00.]
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                          _Old Royal Gloves._
+
+
+Some of the gloves worn by royal personages still exist. We illustrate a
+glove worn by England’s maiden queen, Elizabeth, and a very ornate
+affair it is—of fine white leather, profusely embroidered in gold
+thread, and having a yellow fringe and lined with drab silk. Elizabeth’s
+hands were very beautiful, we are told, the charm of which she was wont
+to display by the repeated removal of her gloves. DuMaurier writes how
+he had heard from his father “that, having been sent to her, at every
+audience he had with her majesty, she pulled off her gloves more than a
+hundred times to display her hands, which, indeed, were very beautiful
+and very white.” Either the royal hands were a deal larger than a lady
+of our time would care to possess, or they knew not in those days the
+grace of our perfect-fitting gloves, for those of Elizabeth’s are as
+much as three and one-half inches across the palm, and have a thumb five
+inches in length, the entire glove being about a half-yard.
+
+We are told that gloves were not adopted by the gentler sex as a class
+until after the Reformation. But when once the fashion had taken hold of
+the feminine mind, they made up by lavish ornamentation what they had
+lost in time. Gloves of fine leather, with great cuffs elaborately
+ornamented with exquisite embroidery in rich and delicate silks, wrought
+with marvelous ingenuity and skill, now became a veritable mania.
+Lace-trimmed gloves were also worn; and a language of the glove arose,
+so that a secret correspondence could be carried on by certain knottings
+of the fringe.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+Whatever may be said of the gloves of the past, they are at least
+picturesque and interesting, as well as varied in style.
+
+
+[Illustration:
+A Theatre and Reception Glove.
+  Four-Button, White or Cream Glacé.
+  Broad Stitching of Black or Self-Color.
+  $1.00, $1.25, $1.50, $1.75, $2.00.]
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                           _Perfumed Gloves._
+
+
+    _“Gloves as sweet as
+           damask roses.”
+                Shakespeare._
+
+
+Thus did the peddler advertise his wares in the days of good Queen Bess.
+While perfumed gloves were used in both France and Spain prior to this
+time, it was the evident partiality of her dress-loving majesty that
+brought about a veritable perfume craze. Housewives became learned in
+the distillation of sweet waters, and the preparation of all manner of
+sweet-smelling essences. Ladies vied with each other in a lavish
+employment of scent. “All apparel was perfumed; hair and shoes and fans
+gave out sweet-smelling savor, and all kinds of jewelry contained
+cavities filled with strong essences. Perfumed gloves were not the least
+conspicuous of these toilet accessories.”
+
+The ordinary method of perfuming the glove was to mix the substance or
+odor with oil, and rub it into the glove, or else to prepare a pomatum
+and smear it over the inner surface of the glove. Spain had now become
+famous for her embroidered and perfumed gloves, and thus the preference
+was shown for those of Spanish make, the fragrance of which was of a
+very enduring character.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+This love of luxury and ultra-refinement now reached an extreme pitch.
+As Shakespeare says: “The very winds were love-sick with perfume.” Into
+their bath the fair ladies threw musk, amber, aloes, myrrh, cedar
+leaves, lavender, mint, and other fragrant herbs and spices—everything
+was made to give forth an aromatic fragrance—an unbridled luxury that
+bid fair to outdo the fair dames of Rome.
+
+The use of perfumed gloves has never wholly died out. In France, and
+even in America, Russia leather gloves are worn to this day, for the
+sake of their aromatic quality.
+
+[Illustration:
+A Semi-Dress Glove.
+  Two-Clasp or Four-Button.
+  Suéde or Glacé Kid.
+  $1.00 to $2.00.]
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                      _Something About Gauntlets._
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+The use of the glove as a challenge, carries us back to the chivalrous
+days of the armoured knights and ladies fair: the blare of trumpets, the
+neighing of steeds, the ring of steel as the gauntlet is flung into the
+lists, and the hush as it is taken up; the lance in rest, the clash of
+conflict—all, happily, but the romantic picture of the past.
+
+The use of the glove as a gage is very ancient, and it involved the very
+highest point of honor.
+
+Besides its use in the courts of chivalry, the glove was used in appeals
+of felony, and in civil disputes as to property. If a man accused of
+crime took his accuser’s glove on the point of his sword, and in the
+ensuing combat came out victorious, it was considered sufficient proof
+of his innocence. The same was true as to disputed ownership of land.
+
+When the sovereign of England was crowned, it was customary for a knight
+to appear as champion, casting down the gauntlet, and challenging to
+mortal combat any who dared gainsay the monarch’s right. This ceremony
+was in use for the last time at the coronation of George IV.
+
+When two knights rode together in combat, it would often happen that one
+wore in his helmet a dainty glove, a glove far different indeed from the
+steel one he had so recently taken up, the favor of some fair lady of
+his love, who was perhaps looking down upon him then. Thus he was for a
+second time bound to quit himself valiantly by the same token of a
+glove; a slight thing enough, but one which has ever been bound up with
+ideas of honor and deeds of knightly valor.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration A Full-Dress Glove.
+  $1.50 to $4.00.]
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                       _Some Historical Gloves._
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+Among others of the gloves that remain from those old days, is a
+well-worn pair made of substantial leather, stitched with red and gold,
+and with a border pinked in the wrist. Very unpretentious, indeed,
+beside the hand-coverings of kings and queens and gilded nobles; yet
+their very wrinkles mean more to the world than the whole of that gaudy
+lot; for if tradition does not misinform us, these gloves were worn by
+England’s greatest son, Shakespeare. What a world of meaning that phrase
+attaches to these bits of leather, still bearing the imprint of the hand
+that penned the masterpieces of our literature.
+
+We are reminded that the bard’s father was a glover by trade, and we of
+to-day certainly have cause to rejoice that the son was not enamored of
+his father’s following, for who knows but that the hand that startled
+the world by its touch might only have plied a modest craft.
+
+Whatever may have been the shortcomings of the gloves of those days,
+certain it is there could be no complaint as to variety. Old records
+speak of “single gloves and gloves lin’d, top’d, lac’d, fringed with
+gold, silver, silk, and fur, and gloves of velvet, satin, and taffety.”
+
+The practice of wearing gloves at night to impart delicacy to the skin
+was common, in the seventeenth century, to gentlemen as well as ladies.
+To even greater lengths did the fairer sex go towards beautifying their
+complexion. It was not uncommon to wear gloves lined with unguents, or
+to cover the face with a mask plastered inside with a perfumed pomade.
+Some steeped slices of raw veal in milk and laid them on the face.
+“Young and tender beauties bathed in milk; beauties who were no longer
+young, and far from tender, bathed in wine or the like.” Gloves of
+chicken skin were thought to have peculiar virtue, and were worn at
+night to make the hands soft and white. They were so fine in texture
+that they could be packed in a nut-shell, and were prized by cavaliers
+as dainty gifts for their lady-loves.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration:
+_Fascia_]
+
+
+                               _Fascia._
+
+
+When we introduced the Fascia Corset to the ladies of Buffalo, some
+three years since, it was in direct competition with all the most widely
+known makes. We were confident that the Fascia was superior to any of
+these, and that an article of such unqualified merit must eventually win
+the place it so markedly deserved.
+
+The constant increase in the demand for Fascia Corsets shows
+conclusively in what regard they are now held by the ladies of Buffalo.
+
+The Fascia is a Parisian-made corset, molded upon the forms of living
+models; thus, in the graceful flow of its lines, it reflects nature’s
+own handiwork. It is made up in French Coutille, French Zanilla, and
+Figured Italian Cloth, making a durable as well as a beautiful corset.
+The whole corset is carefully and thoroughly made, and only the very
+finest quality of Greenland Whalebone is used in its manufacture.
+
+In short, it is the crowning masterpiece of the corset-maker’s art.
+Attention is called to the accompanying illustrations, which suggest
+some of our latest models.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration:
+Black $3.00 Fascia.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration:
+White $10.00 Fascia.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration:
+White Fascia, $7.50.
+       Black Fascia, $8.00.]
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+ ● Transcriber’s Notes:
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+      page.
+    ○ Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation were made consistent only
+      when a predominant form was found in this book.
+    ○ Text that was in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_).
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+INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG WORKS OF ROBERT BARR
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+##  A ROCK IN THE BALTIC
+
+##  THE FACE AND THE MASK
+
+##  THE STRONG ARM
+
+##  IN THE MIDST OF ALARMS
+
+##  JENNIE BAXTER, JOURNALIST
+
+##  ONE DAY'S COURTSHIP
+
+##  IN A STEAMER CHAIR
+
+##  FROM WHOSE BOURNE
+
+A WOMAN INTERVENES
+
+##  THE SWORD MAKER
+
+##  THE TRIUMPHS OF EUGÈNE VALMONT
+
+THE O'RUDDY
+
+##  A PRINCE OF GOOD FELLOWS
+
+##  LORD STRANLEIGH ABROAD
+
+##  TEKLA
+
+##  A CHICAGO PRINCESS
+
+##  THE MUTABLE MANY
+
+##  OVER THE BORDER
+
+##  THE SPECULATIONS OF JOHN STEELE
+
+##  YOUNG LORD STRANLEIGH
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+A ROCK IN THE BALTIC
+
+
+By Robert Barr,
+
+
+1906
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+CHAPTER I—THE INCIDENT AT THE BANK
+
+CHAPTER II—IN THE SEWING-ROOM
+
+CHAPTER III—ON DECK
+
+CHAPTER IV—"AT LAST ALONE"
+
+CHAPTER V—AFTER THE OPERA IS OVER
+
+CHAPTER VI—FROM SEA TO MOUNTAIN
+
+CHAPTER VII—"A WAY THEY HAVE IN THE NAVY"
+
+CHAPTER VIII—"WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME"
+
+CHAPTER IX—IN RUSSIA
+
+CHAPTER X—CALAMITY UNSEEN
+
+CHAPTER XI—THE SNOW
+
+CHAPTER XII—THE DREADED TROGZMONDOFF
+
+CHAPTER XIII—ENTRAPPED
+
+CHAPTER XIV—A VOYAGE INTO THE UNKNOWN
+
+CHAPTER XV—"A HOME ON THE ROLLING DEEP"
+
+CHAPTER XVI—CELL NUMBER NINE
+
+CHAPTER XVII—A FELLOW SCIENTIST
+
+CHAPTER XVIII—CELL NUMBER ONE
+
+CHAPTER XIX—"STONE WALLS DO NOT A PRISON MAKE"
+
+CHAPTER XX—ARRIVAL OF THE TURBINE YACHT
+
+CHAPTER XXI—THE ELOPEMENT
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE FACE AND THE MASK
+By Robert Barr
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+THE WOMAN OF STONE.
+
+THE CHEMISTRY OF ANARCHY.
+
+THE FEAR OF IT.
+
+THE METAMORPHOSES OF JOHNSON.
+
+THE RECLAMATION OF JOE HOLLENDS.
+
+THE TYPE-WRITTEN LETTER.
+
+THE DOOM OF LONDON.
+
+WHY LONDON, WARNED, WAS UNPREPARED.
+
+THE COINCIDENCE THAT CAME AT LAST.
+
+THE AMERICAN WHO WANTED TO SELL.
+
+THE AMERICAN SEES SIR JOHN.
+
+HOW THE SMOKE HELD DOWN THE FOG.
+
+THE TRAIN WITH ITS TRAIL OF THE DEAD.
+
+THE PREDICAMENT OF DE PLONVILLE.
+
+A NEW EXPLOSIVE.
+
+THE GREAT PEGRAM MYSTERY.
+
+DEATH COMETH SOON OR LATE.
+
+HIGH STAKES.
+
+'WHERE IGNORANCE IS BLISS.'
+
+THE DEPARTURE OF CUB MCLEAN.
+
+OLD NUMBER EIGHTY-SIX.
+
+PLAYING WITH MARKED CARDS.
+
+THE BRUISER'S COURTSHIP.
+
+THE RAID ON MELLISH.
+
+STRIKING BACK.
+
+CRANDALL'S CHOICE.
+
+THE FAILURE OF BRADLEY.
+
+RINGAMY'S CONVERT.
+
+A SLIPPERY CUSTOMER.
+
+THE SIXTH BENCH.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE STRONG ARM
+By Robert Barr
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+CHAPTER I.—THE BEAUTIFUL JAILER OF GUDENFELS
+
+CHAPTER II.—THE REVENGE OF THE OUTLAW
+
+CHAPTER III.—A CITY OF FEAR
+
+CHAPTER IV.—THE PERIL OF THE EMPEROR
+
+CHAPTER V.—THE NEEDLE DAGGER
+
+CHAPTER VI.—THE HOLY FEHM
+
+
+THE COUNT'S APOLOGY
+
+CONVERTED
+
+AN INVITATION
+
+THE ARCHBISHOP'S GIFT
+
+COUNT KONRAD'S COURTSHIP
+
+THE LONG LADDER
+
+'GENTLEMEN: THE KING!'
+
+THE HOUR-GLASS
+
+THE WARRIOR MAID OF SAN CARLOS
+
+THE AMBASSADOR'S PIGEONS
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+IN THE MIDST OF ALARMS
+By Robert Barr
+
+
+1894
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+CHAPTER XI.
+
+CHAPTER XII.
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+CHAPTER XIV.
+
+CHAPTER XV.
+
+CHAPTER XVI.
+
+CHAPTER XVII.
+
+CHAPTER XVIII.
+
+CHAPTER XIX.
+
+CHAPTER XX.
+
+CHAPTER XXI.
+
+CHAPTER XXII.
+
+CHAPTER XXIII.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+JENNIE BAXTER JOURNALIST
+
+
+
+By Robert Barr
+
+
+
+    CONTENTS
+
+
+    CHAPTER I.   JENNIE MAKES HER TOILETTE AND THE ACQUAINTANCE OF A PORTER
+
+    CHAPTER II.   JENNIE HAS IMPORTANT CONFERENCES WITH TWO IMPORTANT EDITORS
+
+    CHAPTER III.   JENNIE INTERVIEWS A FRIGHTENED OFFICIAL
+
+    CHAPTER IV.   JENNIE LEARNS ABOUT THE DIAMONDS OF THE PRINCESS
+
+    CHAPTER V.   JENNIE MEETS A GREAT DETECTIVE
+
+    CHAPTER VI.   JENNIE SOLVES THE DIAMOND MYSTERY
+
+    CHAPTER VII.   JENNIE ARRANGES A CINDERELLA VISIT
+
+    CHAPTER VIII.   JENNIE MIXES WITH THE ELITE OF EARTH
+
+    CHAPTER IX.   JENNIE REALIZES THAT GREAT EVENTS CAST THEIR SHADOWS BEHIND
+
+    CHAPTER X.   JENNIE ASSISTS IN SEARCHING FOR HERSELF
+
+    CHAPTER XI.   JENNIE ELUDES AN OFFER OF MARRIAGE
+
+    CHAPTER XII.   JENNIE TOUCHES THE EDGE OF A GOVERNMENT SECRET
+
+    CHAPTER XIII.   JENNIE INDULGES IN TEA AND GOSSIP
+
+    CHAPTER XIV.   JENNIE BECOMES A SPECIAL POLICE OFFICER
+
+    CHAPTER XV.   JENNIE BESTOWS INFORMATION UPON THE CHIEF OF POLICE
+
+    CHAPTER XVI.   JENNIE VISITS A MODERN WIZARD IN HIS MAGIC ATTIC
+
+    CHAPTER XVII.   JENNIE ENGAGES A ROOM IN A SLEEPING CAR
+
+    CHAPTER XVIII.     JENNIE ENDURES A TERRIBLE NIGHT JOURNEY
+
+    CHAPTER XIX.   JENNIE EXPERIENCES THE SURPRISE OF HER LIFE
+
+    CHAPTER XX.   JENNIE CONVERSES WITH A YOUNG MAN SHE THINKS MUCH OF
+
+    CHAPTER XXI.   JENNIE KEEPS STEP WITH THE WEDDING MARCH
+
+
+
+
+
+Robert Barr's
+
+One Day's Courtship and The Heralds of Fame
+
+
+1896
+
+Table of Contents
+
+    One Day's Courtship
+        Chapter I
+        Chapter II
+        Chapter III
+        Chapter IV
+        Chapter V
+        Chapter VI
+        Chapter VII
+    The Heralds of Fame
+        Chapter I
+        Chapter II
+        Chapter III
+        Chapter IV
+        Chapter V
+        Chapter VI
+
+
+
+
+
+Robert Barr's
+
+In a Steamer Chair and Other Stories
+
+
+
+
+
+Table of Contents
+
+    In a Steamer Chair
+    Mrs. Tremain
+    Share and Share Alike
+    An International Bow
+    A Ladies' Man
+    A Society for the Reformation of Poker Players
+    The Man Who was Not on the Passenger List
+    The Terrible Experience of Plodkins
+    A Case of Fever
+    How the Captain Got His Steamer Out
+    My Stowaway
+    The Purser's Story
+    Miss McMillan
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+FROM WHOSE BOURNE
+By Robert Barr (Luke Sharp)
+1893
+
+
+
+
+
+URNE
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+CHAPTER XI.
+
+CHAPTER XII.
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+CHAPTER XIV.
+
+CHAPTER XV.
+
+CHAPTER XVI.
+
+
+
+
+
+List of Illustrations
+
+"Do You Think I Shall Be Missed'"
+
+He Again Sat in the Rocking-chair.
+
+He Saw Standing Beside Him a Stranger.
+
+Venice.
+
+In Venice.
+
+The Brenton Murder.
+
+Mrs. Brenton.
+
+The Broken Toy.
+
+"She's Pretty As a Picture."
+
+"Raising the Veil."
+
+Jane.
+
+The Detective.
+
+Jane Morton.
+
+"Oh, Why Did I Do It'"
+
+In the Prisoner's Dock.
+
+"I Feel Very Grateful to You."
+
+"Guilty! Guilty of What'"
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE SWORD MAKER
+By Robert Barr
+1910
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+THE SWORD MAKER
+
+I. AN OFFER TO OPEN THE RIVER
+
+II. THE BARGAIN IS STRUCK
+
+III. DISSENSION IN THE IRONWORKERS' GUILD
+
+IV. THE DISTURBING JOURNEY OF FATHER AMBROSE
+
+V. THE COUNTESS VON SAYN AND THE ARCHBISHOP OF COLOGNE
+
+VI. TO BE KEPT SECRET FROM THE COUNTESS
+
+VII. MUTINY IN THE WILDERNESS
+
+VIII. THE MISSING LEADER AND THE MISSING GOLD
+
+IX. A SOLEMN PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE
+
+X. A CALAMITOUS CONFERENCE
+
+XI. GOLD GALORE THAT TAKES TO ITSELF WINGS
+
+XII. THE LAUGHING RED MARGRAVE OF FURSTENBERG
+
+XIII. "A SENTENCE; COME, PREPARE!"
+
+XIV. THE PRISONER OF EHRENFELS
+
+XV. JOURNEYS END IN LOVERS' MEETING
+
+XVI. MY LADY SCATTERS THE FREEBOOTERS AND CAPTURES THEIR CHIEF
+
+XVII. "FOR THE EMPRESS, AND NOT FOR THE EMPIRE"
+
+XVIII. THE SWORD MAKER AT BAY
+
+XIX. THE BETROTHAL IN THE GARDEN
+
+XX. THE MYSTERY OF THE FOREST
+
+XXI. A SECRET MARRIAGE
+
+XXII. LONG LIVE THEIR MAJESTIES
+
+
+
+
+
+The Triumphs of
+Eug'ne Valmont
+
+
+
+
+By
+
+
+
+
+Robert Barr
+
+
+CONTENTS
+1. 	The Mystery of the Five Hundred Diamonds 	3
+2. 	The Siamese Twin of a Bomb-Thrower 	28
+3. 	The Clue of the Silver Spoons 	65
+4. 	Lord Chizelrigg's Missing Fortune 	82
+5. 	The Absent-Minded Coterie 	103
+6. 	The Ghost with the Club-Foot 	139
+7. 	The Liberation of Wyoming Ed 	165
+8. 	Lady Alicia's Emeralds 	184
+
+APPENDIX: TWO SHERLOCK HOLMES PARODIES
+1. 	The Adventures of Sherlaw Kombs 	204
+2. 	The Adventure of the Second Swag 	212
+
+
+
+
+
+A Prince of
+Good Fellows
+BY
+Robert Barr
+A TABLE of the CONTENTS
+
+
+  	Page
+The King Intervenes 	1
+The King Dines 	29
+The King's Tryst 	47
+The King Investigates 	77
+The King's Gold 	113
+The King A-Begging 	147
+The King's Visit 	185
+The King Explores 	213
+The King Drinks 	243
+The King Sails 	269
+The King Weds 	297
+LIST of ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+
+The Prince of Good Fellows 	Frontispiece
+  	Facing
+page
+'Out of the way, fellow!' 	4
+'Headsman, do your duty' 	26
+
+"As you get north of Sterling, Buchanan,' replied James, with a smile, 'it is customary to bring the knife with you when you go out to dine"
+	42
+'My fair antagonist, I bid you good-night' 	74
+'The forty-one trees bore their burden' 	110
+'The figure of a tall man' 	126
+
+'With a wild scream Farini endeavoured to support himself with his gauze-like wings'
+	144
+
+'The King had composed a poem in thirteen stanzas, entitled 'The Beggar Man"
+	148
+'Five stalwart ruffians fell upon him' 	162
+
+"I am James, King of Scotland,' he proclaimed in stentorian tones'
+	178
+
+'At last MacNab sprang to his feet, holding aloft his brimming flagon'
+	201
+
+'The strangers were most hospitably entertained, and entered thoroughly into the spirit of the festivities'
+	234
+
+'The King, however, appeared to have no forebodings, but trotted along with great complacency'
+	246
+
+'The two went outside and took the road by which they had come'
+	270
+
+
+
+
+
+LORD STRANLEIGH
+ABROAD
+BY
+ROBERT BARR
+CONTENTS
+  	PAGE
+I.—Lord Stranleigh all at Sea 	7
+II.—An Automobile Ride 	49
+III.—The God in the Car 	87
+IV.—The Mad Miss Maturin 	125
+V.—In Search of Game 	164
+VI.—The Bunk House Prisoner 	209
+VII.—The End of the Contest 	259
+
+
+
+
+
+TEKLA
+
+A ROMANCE OF LOVE AND WAR
+
+BY
+
+ROBERT BARR
+CONTENTS.
+CHAPTER 	PAGE
+I. 	  THE EMPEROR ENTERS TREVES 	1
+II. 	  THE ARCHER INTRODUCES HIMSELF 	13
+III. 	  LISTENERS HEAR LITTLE GOOD OF THEMSELVES 	28
+IV. 	  THE EMPEROR DISAPPEARS 	42
+V. 	  LOVE LEADS THE WAY 	55
+VI. 	  AN UNWISHED-FOR MARRIAGE DAY 	62
+VII. 	  THE FLIGHT OF THE COUNTESS 	69
+VIII. 	  THE RAPIER AND THE BROADSWORD 	80
+IX. 	  A PALATIAL PRISON 	92
+X. 	  THE INTERCEPTED FUGITIVES 	99
+XI. 	  IN QUEST OF A WIFE WITH A TROOP OF HORSE 	112
+XII. 	  CUPID'S BOW GIVES PLACE TO THE ARCHER'S 	123
+XIII. 	  THE BLACK COUNT IS PERSUADED NOT TO HANG HIS EMPEROR 	134
+XIV. 	  A RELUCTANT WELCOME 	148
+XV. 	  CASTLE THURON MAKES A FULL MEAL 	158
+XVI. 	  THE COUNTESS TRIES TO TAME THE BEAR 	174
+XVII. 	  THE ENVOY'S DISASTROUS RETURN 	184
+XVIII. 	  A TWO-HANDED SWORD TEACHES DEPORTMENT 	198
+XIX. 	  A MAN AND A WOMAN MEET BY TORCHLIGHT 	209
+XX. 	  A BREAKFAST ON THE TOP OF THE SOUTH TOWER 	217
+XXI. 	  AN EXPERIMENT IN DIPLOMACY 	228
+XXII. 	  THE FIRST ATTACK ON CASTLE THURON 	234
+XXIII. 	  THE TWO ARCHBISHOPS FALL OUT 	245
+XXIV. 	  COUNT BERTRICH EXPLAINS HIS FAILURE 	256
+XXV. 	  THE SECOND ASSAULT ON THE CASTLE 	260
+XXVI. 	  AN ILLUMINATED NIGHT ATTACK ON THURON 	269
+XXVII. 	  THE TWO YEARS' SIEGE BEGINS 	277
+XXVIII. 	  THE SECOND ARCHER ANNOUNCES HIMSELF 	284
+XXIX. 	  CONRAD VENTURES HIS LIFE FOR HIS LOVE 	294
+XXX. 	  THE STRUGGLE IN THE DARK 	304
+XXXI. 	  BRAVE NEWS OF THE EMPEROR 	313
+XXXII. 	  "FOR YOUR LOVE I WOULD DEFY FATE." 	327
+XXXIII. 	  A GRIM INTERRUPTION TO A LOVERS' MEETING 	336
+XXXIV. 	  THE BLACK COUNT'S DEFIANCE 	351
+XXXV. 	  THE NIGHT ESCAPE OF THE EMPEROR 	363
+XXXVI. 	  THE FIVE BILLETLESS ARROWS 	371
+XXXVII. 	  THE TRAITOR AND HIS PRICE 	378
+XXXVIII. 	  THE INCOGNITO FALLS 	385
+XXXIX. 	  THE EMPEROR AT THE HEAD OF HIS ARMY 	396
+XL. 	  THE ARCHBISHOPS ENVIRONED WITH A RING OF IRON 	403
+XLI. 	  "WHY HAVE YOU DARED TO LEVY WAR'" 	413
+XLII. 	  TEKLA REPLENISHES HER WARDROBE 	423
+XLIII. 	  THE COUNTESS AND THE EMPEROR 	429
+
+
+
+
+
+A CHICAGO PRINCESS
+
+A CHICAGO
+PRINCESS
+
+By ROBERT BARR
+
+Illustrated by FRANCIS P. WIGHTMAN
+CONTENTS
+'  	PAGE
+CHAPTER I 	1
+CHAPTER II 	10
+CHAPTER III 	25
+CHAPTER IV 	37
+CHAPTER V 	52
+CHAPTER VI 	59
+CHAPTER VII 	77
+CHAPTER VIII 	90
+CHAPTER IX 	101
+CHAPTER X 	109
+CHAPTER XI 	124
+CHAPTER XII 	132
+CHAPTER XIII 	143
+CHAPTER XIV 	155
+CHAPTER XV 	170
+CHAPTER XVI 	180
+CHAPTER XVII 	194
+CHAPTER XVIII 	202
+CHAPTER XIX 	219
+CHAPTER XX 	239
+CHAPTER XXI 	248
+CHAPTER XXII 	264
+CHAPTER XXIII 	274
+CHAPTER XXIV 	288
+CHAPTER XXV 	299
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE MUTABLE MANY
+A Novel
+By Robert Barr
+Second Edition
+
+
+1896
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+THE MUTABLE MANY
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+CHAPTER XI.
+
+CHAPTER XII.
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+CHAPTER XIV.
+
+CHAPTER XV.
+
+CHAPTER XVI.
+
+CHAPTER XVII.
+
+CHAPTER XVIII.
+
+CHAPTER XIX.
+
+CHAPTER XX.
+
+CHAPTER XXI.
+
+CHAPTER XXII.
+
+CHAPTER XXIII.
+
+CHAPTER XXIV.
+
+CHAPTER XXV.
+
+CHAPTER XXVI.
+
+CHAPTER XXVII.
+
+CHAPTER XXVIII.
+
+CHAPTER XXIX.
+
+CHAPTER XXX.
+
+CHAPTER XXXI.
+
+CHAPTER XXXII.
+
+CHAPTER XXXIII.
+
+CHAPTER XXXIV.
+
+CHAPTER XXXV.
+
+CHAPTER XXXVI.
+
+CHAPTER XXXVI.
+
+CHAPTER XXXVIII.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+OVER THE BORDER
+A Romance
+By Robert Barr
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+OVER THE BORDER
+
+
+BOOK I.—THE GIRL.
+
+CHAPTER I.—ASSERTION.
+
+CHAPTER II.—RECOGNITION.
+
+CHAPTER III.—MAJESTY.
+
+CHAPTER IV.—PROPOSAL.
+
+CHAPTER V.—EXACTION.
+
+CHAPTER VI.—ORDEAL.
+
+CHAPTER VII.—APPEAL.
+
+CHAPTER VIII.—EXECUTION.
+
+
+BOOK II.—THE MAN.
+
+CHAPTER I.—COINCIDENCE.
+
+CHAPTER II.—SUSPICION.
+
+CHAPTER III.—DETENTION.
+
+CHAPTER IV.—PREPARATION.
+
+CHAPTER V.—EXAMINATION.
+
+CHAPTER VI.—INVALIDATION.
+
+CHAPTER VII.—DETERMINATION.
+
+
+BOOK III.—THE JOURNEY.
+
+CHAPTER I.—DISAGREEMENT.
+
+CHAPTER II.—RECONCILIATION.
+
+CHAPTER III.—COMPANIONSHIP.
+
+CHAPTER IV.—FRIENDSHIP.
+
+CHAPTER V.—AFFECTION.
+
+CHAPTER VI.—REJECTION.
+
+CHAPTER VII.—CHECKMATED.
+
+CHAPTER VIII.—DESTINY.
+
+
+BOOK IV.—THE RETURN
+
+CHAPTER I.—TENSION.
+
+CHAPTER II.—ACQUITTANCE.
+
+CHAPTER III.—ENLIGHTENMENT.
+
+CHAPTER IV.—ENTANGLED.
+
+CHAPTER V.—SANCTUARY.
+
+CHAPTER VI.—EXPEDIENCE.
+
+CHAPTER VII.—VICTORY.
+
+CHAPTER VIII.—ACCOMPLISHMENT.
+
+CHAPTER IX.—MATRIMONY.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE SPECULATIONS OF JOHN STEELE
+By Robert Barr
+Illustrated By F. R. Gruger
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+CHAPTER I.—A NARROW ESCAPE
+
+CHAPTER II.—PROMOTION
+
+CHAPTER III.—WAYLAYING A MAGNATE
+
+CHAPTER IV.—A CONSPIRACY
+
+CHAPTER V.—A FAVOURITE OF FORTUNE
+
+CHAPTER VI.—"THERE'S NOTHING HALF SO SWEET IN LIFE"
+
+CHAPTER VII.—THE FIRST CAST OF THE DICE
+
+CHAPTER VIII.—AN IMPENDING CHANGE
+
+CHAPTER IX.—LOVE'S SPECTRE
+
+CHAPTER X.—BUYING A RAILWAY
+
+CHAPTER XI.—THE TERROR OF WHEAT
+
+CHAPTER XII.—THE EMBODIMENT OF MAMMON
+
+CHAPTER XIII.—PERSONALLY CONDUCTED BY A GIRL
+
+CHAPTER XIV.—AN IMPORTANT CHAMPAGNE LUNCH.
+
+CHAPTER XV.—AN ATTEMPT AT AN ARMISTICE.
+
+CHAPTER XVI.—THE RICHEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD
+
+CHAPTER XVII.—TO THE SOUND OF THE SILVER CHIME
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+YOUNG LORD STRANLEIGH
+A Novel
+By Robert Barr
+Illustrated
+1908
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+YOUNG LORD STRANLEIGH
+
+CHAPTER I.—THE KING'S MOVE IN THE CITY
+
+CHAPTER II.—THE PREMATURE COMPROMISE
+
+CHAPTER III.—THE MISSION OF 'THE WOMAN IN WHITE'
+
+CHAPTER IV.—THE MAGNET OF THE GOLD FIELD
+
+CHAPTER V.—AN INVITATION TO LUNCH
+
+CHAPTER VI.—AN ATTACK ON THE HIGH SEAS
+
+CHAPTER VII.—THE CAPTAIN OF THE 'RAJAH' STRIKES OIL
+
+CHAPTER VIII.—THE 'RAJAH' GETS INTO LEGAL DIFFICULTIES
+
+CHAPTER IX.—THE FINAL FINANCIAL STRUGGLE WITH SCHWARTZBROD
+
+CHAPTER X.—THE MEETING WITH THE GOVERNOR OF THE BANK
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+Produced by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG
+
+WORKS OF
+
+FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE
+
+
+
+Compiled by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+##  THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA
+
+##  BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL
+
+##  THOUGHTS OUT OF SEASON, PART I
+
+##  THOUGHTS OUT OF SEASON, PART II
+
+##  WE PHILOLOGISTS
+
+##  THE ANTICHRIST
+
+##  CASE OF WAGNER, NIETZSCHE CONTRA WAGNER
+
+##  THE DAWN OF DAY
+
+##  THE BIRTH OF TRAGEDY
+
+##  EARLY GREEK PHILOSOPHY, & OTHER ESSAYS
+
+##  FUTURE OF OUR EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTIONS
+
+##  HUMAN, ALL-TOO-HUMAN, PART 1
+
+##  HUMAN, ALL-TOO-HUMAN, PART II
+
+##  THE JOYFUL WISDOM
+
+##  THE CASE OF WAGNER
+
+##  ECCE HOMO
+
+##  THE TWILIGHT OF THE IDOLS
+
+##  THE GENEALOGY OF MORALS
+
+##  THE WILL TO POWER, BOOK I AND II
+
+##  THE WILL TO POWER, BOOK III AND IV
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA
+A BOOK FOR ALL AND NONE
+By Friedrich Nietzsche
+Translated By Thomas Common
+
+
+
+    CONTENTS
+
+
+    INTRODUCTION BY MRS FORSTER-NIETZSCHE.
+
+
+    THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA.
+
+
+    FIRST PART, ZARATHUSTRA’S DISCOURSES.
+
+    ZARATHUSTRA’S PROLOGUE.
+
+    ZARATHUSTRA’S DISCOURSES.
+
+    I.   THE THREE METAMORPHOSES.
+
+    II.   THE ACADEMIC CHAIRS OF VIRTUE.
+
+    III.   BACKWORLDSMEN.
+
+    IV.   THE DESPISERS OF THE BODY.
+
+    V.   JOYS AND PASSIONS.
+
+    VI.   THE PALE CRIMINAL.
+
+    VII.   READING AND WRITING.
+
+    VIII.   THE TREE ON THE HILL.
+
+    IX.   THE PREACHERS OF DEATH.
+
+    X.   WAR AND WARRIORS.
+
+    XI.   THE NEW IDOL.
+
+    XII.   THE FLIES IN THE MARKET-PLACE.
+
+    XIII.   CHASTITY.
+
+    XIV.   THE FRIEND.
+
+    XV.   THE THOUSAND AND ONE GOALS.
+
+    XVI.   NEIGHBOUR-LOVE.
+
+    XVII.   THE WAY OF THE CREATING ONE.
+
+    XVIII.   OLD AND YOUNG WOMEN.
+
+    XIX.   THE BITE OF THE ADDER.
+
+    XX.   CHILD AND MARRIAGE.
+
+    XXI.   VOLUNTARY DEATH.
+
+    XXII.   THE BESTOWING VIRTUE.
+
+
+    THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, SECOND PART.
+
+    XXIII.   THE CHILD WITH THE MIRROR.
+
+    XXIV.   IN THE HAPPY ISLES.
+
+    XXV.   THE PITIFUL.
+
+    XXVI.   THE PRIESTS.
+
+    XXVII.   THE VIRTUOUS.
+
+    XXVIII.   THE RABBLE.
+
+    XXIX.   THE TARANTULAS.
+
+    XXX.   THE FAMOUS WISE ONES.
+
+    XXXI.   THE NIGHT-SONG.
+
+    XXXII.   THE DANCE-SONG.
+
+    XXXIII.   THE GRAVE-SONG.
+
+    XXXIV.   SELF-SURPASSING.
+
+    XXXV.   THE SUBLIME ONES.
+
+    XXXVI.   THE LAND OF CULTURE.
+
+    XXXVII.   IMMACULATE PERCEPTION.
+
+    XXXVIII.   SCHOLARS.
+
+    XXXIX.   POETS.
+
+    XL.   GREAT EVENTS.
+
+    XLI.   THE SOOTHSAYER.
+
+    XLII.   REDEMPTION.
+
+    XLIII.   MANLY PRUDENCE.
+
+    XLIV.   THE STILLEST HOUR.
+
+
+    THIRD PART.
+
+    XLV.   THE WANDERER.
+
+    XLVI.   THE VISION AND THE ENIGMA.
+
+    XLVII.   INVOLUNTARY BLISS.
+
+    XLVIII.   BEFORE SUNRISE.
+
+    XLIX.   THE BEDWARFING VIRTUE.
+
+    L.   ON THE OLIVE-MOUNT.
+
+    LI.   ON PASSING-BY.
+
+    LII.   THE APOSTATES.
+
+    LIII.   THE RETURN HOME.
+
+    LIV.   THE THREE EVIL THINGS.
+
+    LV.   THE SPIRIT OF GRAVITY.
+
+    LVI.   OLD AND NEW TABLES.
+
+    LVII.   THE CONVALESCENT.
+
+    LVIII.   THE GREAT LONGING.
+
+    LIX.   THE SECOND DANCE-SONG.
+
+    LX.   THE SEVEN SEALS.
+
+
+    FOURTH AND LAST PART.
+
+    LXI.   THE HONEY SACRIFICE.
+
+    LXII.   THE CRY OF DISTRESS.
+
+    LXIII.   TALK WITH THE KINGS.
+
+    LXIV.   THE LEECH.
+
+    LXV.   THE MAGICIAN.
+
+    LXVI.   OUT OF SERVICE.
+
+    LXVII.   THE UGLIEST MAN.
+
+    LXVIII.   THE VOLUNTARY BEGGAR.
+
+    LXIX.   THE SHADOW.
+
+    LXX.   NOONTIDE.
+
+    LXXI.   THE GREETING.
+
+    LXXII.   THE SUPPER.
+
+    LXXIII.   THE HIGHER MAN.
+
+    LXXIV.   THE SONG OF MELANCHOLY.
+
+    LXXV.   SCIENCE.
+
+    LXXVI.   AMONG DAUGHTERS OF THE DESERT.
+
+    LXXVII.   THE AWAKENING.
+
+    LXXVIII.   THE ASS-FESTIVAL.
+
+    LXXIX.   THE DRUNKEN SONG.
+
+    LXXX.   THE SIGN.
+
+
+
+    APPENDIX.
+
+    NOTES ON “THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA” BY ANTHONY M. LUDOVICI.
+
+    PART I. THE PROLOGUE.
+
+    Chapter I. The Three Metamorphoses.
+
+    Chapter II. The Academic Chairs of Virtue.
+
+    Chapter IV. The Despisers of the Body.
+
+    Chapter IX. The Preachers of Death.
+
+    Chapter XV. The Thousand and One Goals.
+
+    Chapter XVIII. Old and Young Women.
+
+    Chapter XXI. Voluntary Death.
+
+    Chapter XXII. The Bestowing Virtue.
+
+    PART II.
+
+    Chapter XXIII. The Child with the Mirror.
+
+    Chapter XXIV. In the Happy Isles.
+
+    Chapter XXIX. The Tarantulas.
+
+    Chapter XXX. The Famous Wise Ones.
+
+    Chapter XXXIII. The Grave-Song.
+
+    Chapter XXXIV. Self-Surpassing.
+
+    Chapter XXXV. The Sublime Ones.
+
+    Chapter XXXVI. The Land of Culture.
+
+    Chapter XXXVII. Immaculate Perception.
+
+    Chapter XXXVIII. Scholars.
+
+    Chapter XXXIX. Poets.
+
+    Chapter XL. Great Events.
+
+    Chapter XLI. The Soothsayer.
+
+    Chapter XLII. Redemption.
+
+    Chapter XLIII. Manly Prudence.
+
+    Chapter XLIV. The Stillest Hour.
+
+    PART III.
+
+    Chapter XLVI. The Vision and the Enigma.
+
+    Chapter XLVII. Involuntary Bliss.
+
+    Chapter XLVIII. Before Sunrise.
+
+    Chapter XLIX. The Bedwarfing Virtue.
+
+    Chapter LI. On Passing-by.
+
+    Chapter LII. The Apostates.
+
+    Chapter LIII. The Return Home.
+
+    Chapter LIV. The Three Evil Things.
+
+    Chapter LV. The Spirit of Gravity.
+
+    Chapter LVI. Old and New Tables. Par. 2.
+
+    Chapter LVII. The Convalescent.
+
+    Chapter LX. The Seven Seals.
+
+    PART IV.
+
+    Chapter LXI. The Honey Sacrifice.
+
+    Chapter LXII. The Cry of Distress.
+
+    Chapter LXIII. Talk with the Kings.
+
+    Chapter LXIV. The Leech.
+
+    Chapter LXV. The Magician.
+
+    Chapter LXVI. Out of Service.
+
+    Chapter LXVII. The Ugliest Man.
+
+    Chapter LXVIII. The Voluntary Beggar.
+
+    Chapter LXIX. The Shadow.
+
+    Chapter LXX. Noontide.
+
+    Chapter LXXI. The Greeting.
+
+    Chapter LXXII. The Supper.
+
+    Chapter LXXIII. The Higher Man. Par. 1.
+
+    Chapter LXXIV. The Song of Melancholy.
+
+    Chapter LXXV. Science.
+
+    Chapter LXXVI. Among the Daughters of the Desert.
+
+    Chapter LXXVII. The Awakening.
+
+    Chapter LXXVIII. The Ass-Festival.
+
+    Chapter LXXIX. The Drunken Song.
+
+    Chapter LXXX. The Sign.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL
+By Friedrich Nietzsche
+Translated by Helen Zimmern
+
+
+
+Contents
+
+PREFACE
+CHAPTER I. 	PREJUDICES OF PHILOSOPHERS
+CHAPTER II. 	THE FREE SPIRIT
+CHAPTER III. 	THE RELIGIOUS MOOD
+CHAPTER IV. 	APOPHTHEGMS AND INTERLUDES
+CHAPTER V. 	THE NATURAL HISTORY OF MORALS
+CHAPTER VI. 	WE SCHOLARS
+CHAPTER VII. 	OUR VIRTUES
+CHAPTER VIII.    	PEOPLES AND COUNTRIES
+CHAPTER IX. 	WHAT IS NOBLE?
+
+FROM THE HEIGHTS
+
+
+
+
+
+THOUGHTS OUT OF SEASON
+PART ONE
+DAVID STRAUSS, THE CONFESSOR
+AND THE WRITER
+RICHARD WAGNER IN BAYREUTH
+By
+FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE
+TRANSLATED BY
+ANTHONY M. LUDOVICI
+CONTENTS.
+
+EDITORIAL NOTE
+NIETZSCHE IN ENGLAND (BY THE EDITOR)
+TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE TO DAVID STRAUSS
+AND RICHARD WAGNER IN BAYREUTH
+DAVID STRAUSS, THE CONFESSOR AND THE WRITER
+RICHARD WAGNER IN BAYREUTH
+
+
+
+
+
+THOUGHTS OUT OF SEASON
+PART TWO
+THE USE AND ABUSE OF HISTORY
+SCHOPENHAUER AS EDUCATOR
+By
+FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE
+TRANSLATED BY
+ADRIAN COLLINS, M.A.
+CONTENTS INTRODUCTION
+THE USE AND ABUSE OF HISTORY
+SCHOPENHAUER AS EDUCATOR
+
+
+
+
+
+WE PHILOLOGISTS
+TRANSLATED BY
+J. M. KENNEDY
+T. N. FOULIS
+CONTENTS
+
+    Translator's Preface To "We Philologists"
+    We Philologists
+
+
+
+
+
+THE ANTICHRIST
+By F. W. NIETZSCHE
+Translated from the German with an introduction by H. L. MENCKEN
+CONTENTS
+
+     PAGE
+    Introduction by H. L. Mencken 7
+    Author’s Preface 37
+    The Antichrist 41
+
+
+
+
+
+THE CASE OF WAGNER, NIETZSCHE CONTRA WAGNER, AND SELECTED APHORISMS
+By Friedrich Nietzsche
+CONTENTS
+
+Translator's Preface.Preface To The Third EditionThe Case Of Wagner: A Musician's ProblemNietzsche contra WagnerSelected Aphorisms from Nietzsche's Retrospect of his Years of Friendship with Wagner.Footnotes
+
+
+
+
+
+THE DAWN OF DAY
+By Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
+CONTENTS
+
+    Introduction.
+    Author's Preface.
+    Book I.
+    Book II.
+    Book III.
+    Book IV.
+    Book V.
+    Footnotes
+
+
+
+
+
+THE
+BIRTH OF TRAGEDY
+OR
+HELLENISM AND PESSIMISM
+By
+FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE
+TRANSLATED BY
+WM. A. HAUSSMANN, PH.D.
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+BIOGRAPHICAL INTRODUCTION
+
+AN ATTEMPT AT SELF-CRITICISM
+
+FOREWORD TO RICHARD WAGNER
+
+THE BIRTH OF TRAGEDY
+
+
+
+
+
+EARLY GREEK PHILOSOPHY & OTHER ESSAYS
+By Friedrich Nietzsche
+Translated By Maximilian A. Mugge
+CONTENTS
+
+TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE
+1. THE GREEK STATE
+—Preface to an unwritten book(1871)
+2. THE GREEK WOMAN
+—Fragment (1871)
+3. ON MUSIC AND WORDS
+—Fragment (1871)
+4. HOMER'S CONTEST
+—Preface to an unwritten book (1872)
+5. THE RELATION OF SCHOPENHAUER'S PHILOSOPHY TO A GERMAN CULTURE
+—Preface to an unwritten book (1872)
+6. PHILOSOPHY DURING THE TRAGIC AGE OF THE GREEKS (1873)
+7. ON TRUTH AND FALSITY IN THEIR ULTRAMORAL SENSE (1873)
+
+
+
+
+
+ON THE FUTURE OF OUR
+EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTIONS
+HOMER AND CLASSICAL PHILOLOGY
+By Friedrich Nietzsche
+TRANSLATED, WITH INTRODUCTION, BY
+J.M. KENNEDY
+
+CONTENTS
+TRANSLATOR'S INTRODUCTION
+AUTHOR'S PREFACE
+AUTHOR'S INTRODUCTION
+THE FUTURE OF OUR EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTIONS
+FIRST LECTURE
+SECOND LECTURE
+THIRD LECTURE
+FOURTH LECTURE
+FIFTH LECTURE
+HOMER AND CLASSICAL PHILOLOGY
+
+
+
+
+
+HUMAN
+ALL-TOO-HUMAN
+A BOOK FOR FREE SPIRITS
+PART I
+By
+FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE
+TRANSLATED BY
+HELEN ZIMMERN
+WITH INTRODUCTION BY
+J. M. KENNEDY
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+
+INTRODUCTION
+
+
+
+AUTHOR'S PREFACE
+
+
+
+FIRST DIVISION: FIRST AND LAST THINGS
+
+SECOND DIVISION: THE HISTORY OF THE MORAL SENTIMENT
+
+THIRD DIVISION: THE RELIGIOUS LIFE
+
+FOURTH DIVISION: CONCERNING THE SOUL OF ARTISTS AND AUTHORS
+
+FIFTH DIVISION: THE SIGNS OF HIGHER AND LOWER CULTURE
+
+SIXTH DIVISION: MAN IN SOCIETY
+
+SEVENTH DIVISION: WIFE AND CHILD
+
+EIGHTH DIVISION: A GLANCE AT THE STATE
+
+AN EPODE—AMONG FRIENDS
+
+
+
+
+
+HUMAN ALL-TOO-HUMAN
+A Book For Free Spirits, Part II
+By Friedrich Nietzsche
+Translated By Paul V. Cohn
+CONTENTS
+
+    Translator's Introduction.
+    Preface.
+    Part I. Miscellaneous Maxims And Opinions.
+    Part II. The Wanderer And His Shadow.
+    Footnotes
+
+
+
+
+
+THE JOYFUL WISDOM
+("La Gaya Scienza")
+By Friedrich Nietzsche
+1910
+CONTENTS
+
+EDITORIAL NOTE
+
+PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION
+
+JEST, RUSE, AND REVENGE: A PRELUDE IN RHYME
+
+BOOK FIRST
+
+BOOK SECOND
+
+BOOK THIRD
+
+BOOK FOURTH: SANCTUS JANUARIUS
+
+BOOK FIFTH: WE FEARLESS ONES
+
+APPENDIX: SONGS OF PRINCE FREE-AS-A-BIRD
+
+
+
+
+
+THE CASE OF WAGNER
+By Friedrich Nietzsche
+I
+The Case Of Wagner
+II
+Nietzsche Contra Wagner
+III
+Selected Aphorisms
+Translated By Anthony M. Ludovici
+IV
+We Philologists
+Translated By J. M. Kennedy
+CONTENTS
+
+
+
+
+
+TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE.
+
+
+
+PREFACE TO THE THIRD EDITION
+
+
+
+AUTHOR'S PREFACE
+
+
+
+THE CASE OF WAGNER
+
+
+
+NIETZSCHE CONTRA WAGNER
+
+
+
+SELECTED APHORISMS
+
+
+
+TRANSLATOR'S INTRODUCTION TO "WE PHILOLOGISTS"
+
+
+
+WE PHILOLOGISTS
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+ECCE HOMO
+(Nietzsches Autobiography)
+By Friedrich Nietzsche
+Translated By
+Anthony M. Ludovici
+Poetry Rendered By
+Paul V. Cohn — Francis Bickley
+Herman Scheffauer — Dr. G. T. Wrench
+1911
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+
+TRANSLATOR'S INTRODUCTION
+
+PREFACE
+
+WHY I AM SO WISE
+
+WHY I AM SO CLEVER
+
+WHY I WRITE SUCH EXCELLENT BOOKS
+
+THE BIRTH Of TRAGEDY
+
+THOUGHTS OUT OF SEASON
+
+"HUMAN, ALL-TOO-HUMAN
+
+THE DAWN OF DAY
+
+JOYFUL WISDOM: LA GAYA SCIENZA
+
+THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA
+
+BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL
+
+THE GENEALOGY OF MORALS
+
+THE TWILIGHT OF THE IDOLS
+
+THE CASE OF WAGNER
+
+WHY I AM A FATALITY
+
+EDITORIAL NOTE TO POETRY
+
+POETRY—
+
+SONGS, EPIGRAMS, ETC.
+
+DIONYSUS-DITHYRAMBS
+
+FRAGMENTS OF DIONYSUS-DITHYRAMBS
+
+HYMN TO LIFE, COMPOSED BY F. NIETZSCHE
+
+
+
+
+
+THE TWILIGHT OF THE IDOLS
+By Friedrich Nietzsche
+Or, How To Philosophise With The Hammer
+The Antichrist
+Notes To Zarathustra, And Eternal Recurrence
+Translated By
+Anthony M. Ludovici
+1911
+
+CONTENTS TWILIGHT OF THE IDOLS
+
+
+
+TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE
+
+PREFACE
+
+MAXIMS AND MISSILES
+
+THE PROBLEM OF SOCRATES
+
+"REASON" IN PHILOSOPHY
+
+MORALITY AS THE ENEMY OF NATURE
+
+THE FOUR GREAT ERRORS
+
+THE "IMPROVERS" OF MANKIND
+
+THINGS THE GERMANS LACK
+
+SKIRMISHES IN A WAR WITH THE AGE
+
+THINGS I OWE TO THE ANCIENTS
+
+
+
+THE ANTICHRIST
+
+
+
+THE ETERNAL RECURRENCE
+
+
+
+NOTES TO ZARATHUSTRA
+
+
+
+
+
+THE GENEALOGY OF MORALS
+A Polemic
+BY FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE
+Translated By Horace B. Samuel, M.A.
+1913
+CONTENTS
+
+PREFACE.
+
+FIRST ESSAY. "GOOD AND EVIL," "GOOD AND BAD."
+
+SECOND ESSAY. "GUILT," "BAD CONSCIENCE," AND THE LIKE.
+
+THIRD ESSAY.
+
+PEOPLES AND COUNTRIES. Translated by J. M. KENNEDY.
+
+
+
+
+
+THE WILL TO POWER
+An Attempted Transvaluation Of All Values
+By Friedrich Nietzsche
+Translated By Anthony M. Ludovici
+Vol. I
+Books I And Ii
+1914
+CONTENTS
+
+PREFACE     1
+
+FIRST BOOK. EUROPEAN NIHILISM.
+
+A Plan     5
+
+I. Nihilism—
+
+1. Nihilism as an Outcome of the Valuations and Interpretations
+of Existence which have prevailed hitherto     8
+2. Further Causes of Nihilism   23
+3. The Nihilistic Movement as an Expression of Decadence   31
+4. The Crisis: Nihilism and the Idea of Recurrence   47
+
+II. Concerning the History of European Nihilism—
+
+(a) Modern Gloominess   55
+(b) The Last Centuries   73
+(c) Signs of Increasing Strength   91
+
+SECOND BOOK. A CRITICISM OF THE HIGHEST VALUES
+THAT HAVE PREVAILED HITHERTO.
+
+I. Criticism of Religion—
+
+1. Concerning the Origin of Religions 113
+2. Concerning the History of Christianity 132
+3. Christian Ideals 179
+
+II. A Criticism of Morality—
+
+1. The Origin of Moral Valuations 210
+2. The Herd 226
+3. General Observations concerning Morality 237
+4. How Virtue is made to Dominate 248
+5. The Moral Ideal—
+A. A Criticism of Ideals 264
+B. A Criticism of the "Good Man," of the Saint, etc. 282
+C. Concerning the Slander of the so-called Evil Qualities 291
+D. A Criticism of the Words: Improving, Perfecting, Elevating 312
+6. Concluding Remarks concerning the Criticism of Morality 320
+
+III. Criticism of Philosophy—
+
+1. General Remarks 327
+2. A Criticism of Greek Philosophy 345
+3. The Truths and Errors of Philosophers 369
+4. Concluding Remarks in the Criticism of Philosophy 378
+
+
+
+
+
+THE WILL TO POWER
+An Attempted
+Transvaluation Of All Values
+BY FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE
+Translated By Anthony M. Ludovici
+Vol. II
+Books III And IV
+1913
+CONTENTS
+
+Third Book. the Principles of a New Valuation.
+
+I. The Will to Power in Science—
+
+(a) The Method of Investigation     3
+(b) The Starting-Point of Epistemology     5
+(c) The Belief in the "Ego." Subject   12
+(d) Biology of the Instinct of Knowledge. Perspectivity   20
+(e) The Origin of Reason and Logic   26
+(f) Consciousness   38
+(g) Judgment. True—False   43
+(h) Against Causality   53
+(i) The Thing-in-Itself and Appearance   62
+(k) The Metaphysical Need   74
+(l) The Biological Value of Knowledge   96
+(m) Science   99
+
+II. The Will to Power in Nature—
+
+1. The Mechanical Interpretation of the World 109
+2. The Will to Power as Life—
+(a) The Organic Process 123
+(b) Man 132
+3. Theory of the Will to Power and of Valuations 161
+
+III. The Will to Power As Exemplified in Society and
+in the Individual
+
+1. Society and the State 183
+2. The Individual 214
+
+IV. The Will to Power in Art 239
+
+Fourth Book. Discipline and Breeding.
+
+I. The Order of Rank—
+
+1. The Doctrine of the Order of Rank 295
+2. The Strong and the Weak 298
+3. The Noble Man 350
+4. The Lords of the Earth 360
+5. The Great Man 366
+6. The Highest Man as Lawgiver of the Future 373
+
+II. Dionysus 388
+
+III. Eternal Recurrence 422
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+  _Reproduced from the Chinese._]
+
+  THE
+  CHINESE OPIUM-SMOKER.
+
+  TWELVE ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+  Showing the Ruin
+  which our Opium Trade with China is
+  bringing upon that Country.
+
+  LONDON:
+  S. W. PARTRIDGE & CO., 9, PATERNOSTER ROW.
+
+  PRICE SIXPENCE.
+
+
+
+
+  CONTENTS.
+
+
+  I.
+
+  THE CHINESE OPIUM-SMOKER. TWELVE ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+
+  II.
+
+  OPIUM-SMOKING IN CHINA COMPARED WITH THE DRINKING
+  HABITS OF ENGLAND.
+
+
+  III.
+
+  THE EXTENT OF THE EVIL.
+
+
+  IV.
+
+  ENGLAND’S RESPONSIBILITY IN REGARD TO THE OPIUM-SMOKER.
+
+
+
+
+I. THE CHINESE OPIUM-SMOKER.
+
+
+  No. 1.
+
+  The incipient opium-smoker is reclining (as is usual) on a couch in
+  his mansion, while his companion is indulging in tobacco through the
+  water-pipe common in China.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+  No. 2.
+
+  The opium-smoker, still portly and well-dressed, is entreated by
+  his poor wife on bended knees to desist from the disastrous habit.
+  His child is running off with the dreaded pipe; while the aged
+  grandmother is seen coming, leaning on her staff, to add her tears
+  and entreaties--now for the first time proved to be powerless. The
+  hold of the pipe is already established; interest, duty, affection,
+  reputation--all prove too feeble to arrest the downward career of the
+  smoker. Sad indeed is the prospect; the husband is already doomed to
+  poverty, shame, and an early grave; his wife to ruin, his child to
+  beggary. His mother will die of a broken heart.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+  No. 3.
+
+  Representing the progress in dissipation of the once sober gentleman,
+  who has now, alas! become the victim of this vice. To him day has
+  now become night, and night day. He can no longer sleep at night;
+  and to banish the tedium of its long quiet hours, and to drown
+  thought of the sure ruin awaiting him, becomes an absolute necessity.
+  Regardless, therefore, alike of entreaty and censure, he now openly
+  introduces into his house singing men and women, and gives himself up
+  to their society. His books, formerly the companions of his choice,
+  now lie unheeded on his table, and will not long retain even their
+  place there. As for his poor family, powerless to prevent, or even
+  retard, the downward progress of events, they can only consult their
+  own safety by keeping altogether out of sight.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+  No. 4.
+
+  All trace of literary occupation is now gone: the opium scales have
+  taken the place of the classics. In the foreground a servant is
+  preparing extract of opium, for crude opium is never smoked. Before
+  the portable stove stands a small bucket of water, and a little
+  charcoal lies on the ground beside it. The opium is boiled in water,
+  and filtered; and the dregs are again boiled, till all the soluble
+  matter is extracted. The watery solutions are then boiled down to the
+  consistency of treacle, when it is ready for use.
+
+  At the table, by her husband, the wife of the smoker sits with
+  pencil in hand, and with a long strip of paper before her. Now she
+  needs to augment the family income. Happy is the wife who in these
+  circumstances is able to execute Indian-ink drawings, or to write out
+  ornamental quotations from the classics.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+  No. 5.
+
+  Creditors will no longer forbear. Either the habit must at once and
+  for ever be given up, or all hope of retaining possession of the
+  ancestral property must be lost. The very graves of the ancestors
+  join, as it were, in the last appeal of the weeping wife and mother,
+  and of the weeping child, whose hopes of education, of literary
+  advancement, and thus of promotion to office, are destroyed by the
+  baneful narcotic.
+
+  The aged mother, now needing the support of a staff, is bringing hot
+  tea for her son. Will he bring down _her_ grey hairs with sorrow to
+  the grave? Will he see her turned out, a homeless wanderer, out of
+  the mansion in which she nursed and tended him when a helpless babe
+  upon her lap?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+  No. 6.
+
+  It is easy to imagine the feelings of the unfortunate wife, who,
+  seeing the misery and wretchedness wrought in her once comfortable
+  home, determines to destroy the whole of the smoking apparatus. The
+  tray and lamp are dashed upon the floor, a few more moments will see
+  the destruction of the pipe itself; but the noise has reached the
+  ears of her lord, who rushes in, and, forgetful of all the teachings
+  of his great master, Confucius, proceeds to belabour her with the
+  bamboo stick he has seized for the purpose, in spite of the cries of
+  their unfortunate child. The entrance of an old and faithful retainer
+  alone prevents him from inflicting serious injury.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+  No. 7.
+
+  Still lower sinks the opium victim in his miserable career. The
+  comfort and shelter of his paternal home are now things of the past.
+  A roof which, from the absence of tiles, can hardly be said to cover,
+  with at one side some bamboo matting to screen from the blast, and a
+  mat, arranged to form a shelter, covering the place where meals, when
+  forthcoming, may be cooked, is all that now remains to him of home.
+  Surely he will see his folly, and give up the practice which has
+  wrought him such ruin? _He cannot._ The appetite is perpetuated and
+  intensified by that upon which it feeds. Without medical aid it would
+  now probably be impossible to give up the habit, and indulgence in it
+  has taken away all desire for assistance.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+  No. 8.
+
+  Not much better than the shed in which he lives by day, is the
+  shelter in which he now spends the night. Somewhat screened by the
+  garden fence, his bed, supported at one end on a pile of bricks,
+  at the other on his only remaining stool, is still covered by his
+  curtains, and his opium lamp is sufficiently sheltered to keep
+  alight. Most of his clothes have gone to the pawnshop; ere long his
+  curtains will follow them. His wife and child, the picture of misery,
+  can only look with hopeless sorrow on the living and half-naked
+  skeleton of the once portly and well-dressed gentleman. Wealth and
+  property have gone, clothes and respectability have gone, home and
+  health have gone, and what remains? Ah, what indeed! There is a
+  ruined soul in that poor, heartless, wrecked body, almost beyond the
+  possibility of salvation.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+  No. 9.
+
+  The victim of opium is now a homeless beggar, squatting in some
+  out-of-the-way corner, and dependent upon charity for a morsel of
+  bread. His unshaven head well agrees with the general squalor of
+  his appearance, and the ground is now his only bed and table. His
+  sole remaining possessions are his opium-pipe and a few earthenware
+  cooking utensils. Some compassionate person, perhaps a former
+  farm-servant, is bringing him a small flattened loaf.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+  No. 10.
+
+  Crime too often follows the destitution caused by opium-smoking;
+  for _at all costs_ opium _must_ be had. Thefts, robberies, or even
+  murders may result. The wretched culprit may have to flee from
+  justice, or to make his escape from a neighbourhood which will no
+  longer tolerate him. The very dogs pursue him. Probably the bucket
+  in which the wanderer carries his pipe, and the labourer’s hat slung
+  behind him, are both stolen. Some cave among the hills may shelter
+  him, or the rocks may shield him from the cutting wind.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+  No. 11.
+
+  The downward course of the opium-smoker is now very rapid. Exposure
+  to the weather and want of food accelerate the injurious effects
+  of the opium. No one would think of giving a night’s shelter to a
+  man whose imperious craving for opium would compel him to rob his
+  benefactor before morning. Endeavouring to warm himself in the
+  sunshine, with unshaven head and haggard countenance, the sower
+  coming with his seed-basket finds him in a sheltered corner of the
+  field.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+  No. 12.
+
+  Winter draws on apace. The fields supply nothing that the wretched
+  opium-smoker can eat. All he can beg is insufficient to purchase
+  that opium without which he could not exist for a single day; he has
+  therefore exchanged his only shirt for a little opium, to quiet for
+  a time what an opium-smoker well called “the torments of the hell
+  within.” All power of enjoyment has long since passed away: now there
+  is nothing before him but suffering--suffering beyond the grave!
+  With trembling steps and a shivering frame he seeks the shelter of a
+  cave among the rocks, in which he will lie down and _die_. Nor is he
+  alone in his misery; thousands of similar victims are living, dying,
+  dead--they are to be found everywhere.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+II.
+
+OPIUM-SMOKING IN CHINA COMPARED WITH THE DRINKING HABITS OF ENGLAND.
+
+
+On this point the evidence of Mr. (now Sir Thomas) Wade, K.C.B., Her
+Majesty’s minister at the Court of Peking, given in Government Blue
+Book, No. 5 (1871), p. 432, is so decisive, that it precludes the
+necessity of further testimony. He says:--
+
+“It is to me vain to think otherwise of the use of the drug in China,
+than as of a habit many times more pernicious, nationally speaking,
+than the gin and whisky drinking which we deplore at home. It takes
+possession more insidiously, and keeps its hold to the full as
+tenaciously. I know no case of radical cure. It has insured in every
+case within my knowledge the steady descent, moral and physical, of the
+smoker, and it is so far a greater mischief than drink, that it does
+not, by external evidence of its effect, expose its victim to the loss
+of repute which is the penalty of habitual drunkenness.”
+
+
+
+
+III.
+
+THE EXTENT OF OPIUM-SMOKING IN CHINA.
+
+
+In the absence of an official census, we can only select the most
+reliable evidence to be had on the subject.
+
+J. Dudgeon, Esq., M.D., C.M., of the Peking Mission Hospital, estimates
+that of the male population in China generally, probably 30 to 40 per
+cent. smoke opium; of the general city population, 40 to 60 per cent.
+
+The former of these statements is perhaps rather excessive, seeing
+that the same authority gives the number of agriculturists and field
+labourers as averaging only 4 to 6 per cent.
+
+Of the city population we have from various quarters more minute
+estimates to guide us.
+
+Taking three important cities from various parts of the country, we
+find that the number of opium-smokers does in each case exceed the
+estimate given by Dr. Dudgeon.
+
+  I.--Suchow, the capital of the province of Kiang Su. The Rev. C. H.
+  Du Bose, a resident missionary, writes:--“As a minimum estimate,
+  seven-tenths of the adult males smoke opium. To this fact all of the
+  natives you ask will attest.”
+
+  2.--Ningpo, a city of 400,000 inhabitants in the province of Chekiang.
+
+  “It contains 2,700 opium-shops, or a shop for every 148 inhabitants,
+  or every thirty men.”
+                     (_v. Mander’s “Our Opium Trade with China,” p. 8._)
+
+  3.--Tai Yuen, the capital of the province of Shansi. A resident
+  missionary writes:--
+
+  “It is estimated that six or seven out of every ten men you meet are
+  addicted to the habit of opium-smoking, and a larger proportion of
+  women than I have seen in any other city. There are about 400 retail
+  opium-shops, and seventy or eighty wholesale dealers.”
+
+It is probable that these cities exceed the average number of
+opium-smokers throughout the city population in China; indeed, had not
+the number been extraordinary, the estimate would probably not have
+been made, but if the number be reduced by one-half, we have still 30
+per cent. of the city population throughout China--in other words, some
+tens of millions--who are the slaves of the opium-pipe.
+
+
+
+
+IV.
+
+ENGLAND’S RESPONSIBILITY IN REGARD TO THE CHINESE OPIUM-SMOKER.
+
+
+Summary of facts bearing upon the relation of Great Britain to the
+Chinese opium-trade:--
+
+  1.--When China, as a nation, knew nothing of the vice of
+  opium-smoking, British merchants introduced the drug, enriching the
+  treasury of the East India Company to the demoralisation of the
+  Chinese nation.
+
+  2.--When the Chinese Government vigorously remonstrated and
+  strenuously opposed, England carried the legalisation of the trade at
+  the point of the sword.
+
+  3.--When the Chinese, discomfited in the field, appealed to the
+  generosity and humanity of the British Government for the suppression
+  of the trade, the British Government continued and upheld the policy
+  they had inaugurated by force of arms.
+
+  4.--When the subject is brought before the Houses of Parliament,
+  the trade is acknowledged to be unjustifiable, yet, because of
+  the revenue it brings to the Indian empire, and the difficulties
+  surrounding Indian finance, it is upheld by the Government and
+  supported by the Opposition.
+
+
+  HAZELL, WATSON, AND VINEY,
+  PRINTERS,
+  LONDON AND AYLESBURY.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+  COLORED BRANCHES
+
+  OF THE
+
+  LOUISVILLE FREE PUBLIC LIBRARY
+
+  An illustrated description of the buildings together with some
+  interesting figures concerning their cost, equipment and use.
+  Issued to mark the Tenth Anniversary of the opening of
+  the first free public library in America
+  exclusively for colored readers.
+
+  LOUISVILLE, KY.
+  1915
+
+
+
+
+  When you see a book think of the
+  Public Library
+
+
+
+
+SUMMARY OF WORK
+
+in the
+
+COLORED BRANCHES
+
+of the
+
+LOUISVILLE FREE PUBLIC LIBRARY
+
+For Fiscal Year Ending August 31, 1916
+
+
+                                               Western  Eastern    TOTAL
+                                               Colored  Colored
+                                               Branch   Branch
+
+  Circulation--adult                           17 821    9 289    27 110
+               juvenile                        18 597   18 282    36 879
+                                               ------   ------    ------
+                                               36 418   27 571    63 989
+  Class room collections                                          37 303
+  Stations                                                         3 841
+                                                                --------
+  Total circulation through all agencies                         105 133
+
+  Borrowers registered                            632      270       902
+  Cards in force                                4 025    1 298     5 323
+  Borrowers registered since opening            8 254    1 298     9 552
+  Reference topics looked up                    3 493    1 484     4 977
+  Persons assisted in reference work
+      since opening                            29 501    3 476    32 977
+  Pictures loaned                               1 942      805     2 747
+  Books added                                   1 484      875     2 359
+  Total books in library                       11 269    3 850    15 119
+  Current periodicals and newspapers received                        142
+  Meetings held in libraries during the year                         498
+  Attendance at meetings                                          11 628
+
+Following clubs meet regularly in the buildings:
+
+  Bannecker Reading Circle
+  Fisk Club
+  Dorcas Literary Club
+  Artisans Club
+  Girls Dramatic Club
+  Normal School Gymnastic Class
+  Physical Culture Club
+  Wilberforce Club
+  Y. W. C. A.
+  Douglass Debating Club
+  Athletic Association
+  Jefferson County Teachers Association
+  Ministerial Alliance
+  Parent-Teachers Association
+  Girls Club
+  Mothers Congress
+  Story hour
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Staff--Colored Branches]
+
+
+
+
+COLORED BRANCHES
+
+LOUISVILLE FREE PUBLIC LIBRARY
+
+
+In organizing the public library for Louisville it was planned to
+have separate buildings for colored readers. The system consists of
+the Main library, eight branches, 230 class room collections in 35
+school buildings and 62 stations, a total of 301 centers for the
+circulation of books for home use. This includes two branches, 52 class
+room collections in 13 school buildings and 6 stations, a total of 60
+centers for colored readers. The total circulation of books for the
+year was 1,045,077. Of this number 104,771 volumes were used by colored
+readers.
+
+HISTORY. After the opening of the Main library, the colored branch came
+next. It was opened on September 23, 1905 in temporary quarters in a
+residence on Chestnut Street between Tenth and Eleventh. This was the
+first free public library in America exclusively for colored readers
+and it marked an epoch in the development of the race. At the same time
+the Library Board purchased a corner lot, 69 by 120 feet, at Tenth and
+Chestnut Streets. On this site was erected a Carnegie building which
+was occupied: October 29, 1908.
+
+[Illustration: Western Colored Branch]
+
+The Western Colored Branch building is 77 feet long and 45 feet wide
+and is built of brick and stone with tile roof. The building has a main
+floor and basement. On the main floor near the entrance is the delivery
+desk and back of it are large tables for reading and reference. To the
+left on entering is a newspaper alcove, the librarian’s office and the
+special room for children. To the right on entering is the magazine
+alcove, a study room and the special room for adults. The basement
+floor contains a large lecture room, two class rooms and supply
+and boiler rooms. The building is heated throughout by hot water.
+The furniture and shelving are beautiful in design and finish, and
+provision is made for free access to all the books. The arrangement is
+one of convenience and comfort for those who wish to read or study or
+to get a book for home use.
+
+COST OF BUILDING AND EQUIPMENT
+
+  Site                              $3,105.00
+  Improving grounds                  1,123.68    $4,228.68
+                                   ----------
+  Building construction             30,935.33
+  Furniture                          1,746.63    32,681.96
+                                   ----------
+  Books, pamphlets and periodicals               10,500.00
+                                                ----------
+        Total                                   $47,410.64
+
+[Illustration: Eastern Colored Branch]
+
+The work at the first colored branch library proved so successful that
+a second Carnegie building was erected in the eastern part of the
+city. This is known as the Eastern Colored Branch, and was opened with
+appropriate exercises January 28, 1914.
+
+The building is well adapted for library and social center uses. It
+occupies a site 75 by 150 feet at Lampton and Hancock Streets. The site
+cost $5000 of which amount $1000 was raised by colored citizens. The
+building is 60 by 80 feet, built of brick, concrete and stone with tile
+roof, and has a main floor and basement. The first floor contains the
+library room accommodating 10,000 volumes, the librarian’s office, and
+an auditorium to seat 350 people. The basement has three class rooms
+for club use, a playroom, 37 by 40 feet, cloak room, boiler room, etc.
+An experimental garden is under cultivation in the “L” of the building
+and arrangements are under way to equip a playground 60 by 75 feet in
+the rear.
+
+COST OF BUILDING AND EQUIPMENT
+
+  Site                              $5,000.00
+  Improving grounds                  1,000.00    $6,000.00
+                                   ----------
+  Building construction             19,250.81
+  Furniture                          1,273.50    20,524.31
+                                   ----------
+  Books, pamphlets and periodicals                4,500.00
+                                                ----------
+        Total                                   $31,024.31
+
+[Illustration: Interior Western Colored Branch]
+
+BOOKS IN THE LIBRARIES. The libraries contain 13,655 volumes; Western
+10,554, Eastern 3,101, and receive 137 current periodicals and
+newspapers, all of which are for free use. New books are being added
+constantly and readers are urged to make suggestions for additions
+which they feel are needed and should be added to the library.
+
+REGISTRATION. Since the opening 8,958 persons have registered as
+borrowers and there are now 4,866 cards in force. This number however
+does not represent all who use the libraries. There are numerous
+readers daily using books at the tables and there are school room
+collections which are used by the school children.
+
+CIRCULATION. Since the opening of the libraries 595,048 volumes have
+been drawn for home use. The following table of circulation by years is
+interesting:
+
+   YEAR       VOLUMES
+
+  1905-06      17,838
+  1906-07      30,419
+  1907-08      35,910
+  1908-09      50,386
+  1909-10      58,870
+  1910-11      65,175
+  1911-12      73,462
+  1912-13      72,222
+  1913-14      85,995
+  1914-15     104,771
+             --------
+     Total    595,048
+
+[Illustration: Interior Eastern Colored Branch]
+
+REFERENCE WORK. A large amount of reference work is done with the
+pupils and teachers of high schools and graded schools. Since the
+opening of the libraries 27,968 persons have been assisted in reference
+work by the librarians. It is impossible to keep an accurate account of
+the questions asked and information given.
+
+APPRENTICE CLASS. The library conducts annually an apprentice class for
+those who desire to enter library service. An examination is held in
+June to enter a class which begins work in September. In preparing for
+service apprentices are given three months’ work under the direction
+of the branch librarian, heads of departments and chief librarian.
+The course has been taken by twelve persons, four of whom came from
+other cities, Houston, Evansville, Memphis and Cincinnati, preparing
+for service in colored branches in these cities. Arrangements are
+being made to admit three young women from other cities to take the
+apprentice work with this year’s class.
+
+EDUCATIONAL CENTER. Close co-operation with teachers is sought in work
+with the schools. The libraries not only help pupils during the school
+life but enable them to continue studies after leaving school.
+
+[Illustration: Story Hour]
+
+SOCIAL CENTER. Aside from circulating books and doing reference work,
+the libraries encourage and assist in all efforts to the advancement of
+our citizens to a social betterment. The people are made to feel that
+the libraries belong to them and that they may be used for anything
+that makes for the public welfare. During a single month forty meetings
+have been held in the buildings. The following clubs and reading
+circles meet regularly:
+
+  Artisan’s Club
+  Banneker Reading Circle
+  Bena Mowya Club
+  Big Sisters’ Committee
+  Douglass Debating Club
+  Douglass Glee Club
+  Fisk Club
+  Girls’ Club
+  Girls’ Gymnastic Club
+  I. K. B. Club
+  Jefferson County Teachers’ Institute
+  Mu-So-Lit Reading Club
+  Normal Alumni
+  Normal School Gymnastic Class
+  Parent Teachers’ Association
+  Story Hour
+  Sunday School Training Class
+  Wilberforce Club
+  Y. W. C. A.
+
+[Illustration: Douglass Debating Club]
+
+MEETINGS IN THE LIBRARIES. The Story Hour is the children’s delight
+and is held weekly under the direction of a trained storyteller. In
+addition to the pleasure that the stories give, new experiences are
+brought to the children, their imagination is enlarged and an interest
+is created in books and reading. A story telling contest is held
+annually and prizes are given to the children who can best reproduce a
+story told during the year.
+
+The Douglass Debating Club is composed of high school boys and meets
+weekly under the direction of the branch librarian. The purpose of the
+club is to acquaint its members with parliamentary usages, to keep
+before them the great current questions and to train them to speak in
+public. Public debates are given occasionally and a prize contest is
+held annually. Following are some of the subjects debated:
+
+  “That the right of suffrage should be extended to women.”
+
+  “That the influence of women has contributed more to civilization
+  than that of men.”
+
+  “That the North American Indian has had greater opportunity for
+  development than the Afro-American.”
+
+  “That Lincoln was a greater American than Washington.”
+
+  “That the United States was justified in taking up arms against
+  Mexico.”
+
+  “That Germany was justified in taking up arms against the Allies.”
+
+  “That the United States should interfere to stop the internal strife
+  in Mexico.”
+
+
+
+
+POPULARITY OF THE LIBRARY
+
+
+The following expressions are selected from letters written by patrons
+of the Colored Branches:
+
+  “Next to the Public School, I regard the Public Library as the most
+  important educational institution in the city for our people.”
+
+                                W. B. MATTHEWS, _Principal_
+                                Central Colored High School
+
+  “The influence of the Public Library has been constantly and
+  definitely noted in the elevation of the tastes and the enlargement
+  of the capacities of our people.”
+
+                                A. E. MEYZEEK, _Principal_
+                                Colored Normal School
+
+  “Words cannot measure the benefits we receive from our Library. It
+  has given both old and young a new world to live in.”
+
+                                JOSEPH S. COTTER, _Principal_
+                                S. Coleridge Taylor Colored School
+
+  “For information, the dissemination of intelligence and the
+  consequent advancement of general culture for the colored people of
+  Louisville, the Public Library outranks any other single agency.”
+
+                                G. M. MCCLELLAN, _Principal_
+                                Paul Dunbar Colored School
+
+  “The Public Library is the center for intellectual improvement and a
+  positive force in the civic uplift for our people in Louisville.”
+
+                                G. W. JACKSON, _Principal_
+                                Lincoln Colored School
+
+  “The Colored Branches are potent factors in making intelligent,
+  cultured and useful citizens.”
+
+                                LUCIE N. DUVALLE, _Principal_
+                                Phyllis Wheatley Colored School
+
+  “We have found the Public Library exceedingly helpful alike to
+  teachers and to pupils.”
+
+                                WILLIAM H. PERRY, _Principal_
+                                Western Colored School
+
+  “The Public Library gives educational advantages to the colored youth
+  of the community which means a better citizenship.”
+
+                                BESSIE L. ALLEN, _Probation Officer_
+                                Juvenile Court
+
+  “The tenth anniversary of the Colored Public Library--we are ten
+  years old in good thoughts and good books.”
+
+                                D. LEROY FERGUSON, _Rector_
+                                Church of Our Merciful Saviour
+
+  “There are more colored people reading in Louisville now than in any
+  time since the days of freedom. This opportunity has been given them
+  by the Public Library.”
+
+                                REV. C. H. PARRISH, _President_
+                                Kentucky Home Finding Society
+
+  “The Colored Branch Library in Louisville has been the harbinger of
+  countless blessings to our colored citizens.”
+
+                                REV. JESSE B. COLBERT, _Presiding Elder_
+                                A. M. E. Zion Church
+
+  “After ten years--I can say that nothing has been instituted in our
+  city in this same length of time which has meant as much for the
+  general culture of our people as has the Public Library.”
+
+                                C. B. ALLEN, _Pastor_
+                                Knox Presbyterian Church
+
+
+  “No greater blessing has come to the colored people of Louisville in
+  the form of an institution than the Public Library.”
+
+                                E. G. HARRIS, _Pastor_
+                                Plymouth Congregational Church
+
+  “The Public Library has been of more value to the community than we
+  can possibly express.”
+
+                                DR. W. H. SHEPPARD,
+                                Former Missionary to Africa
+
+  “The Colored Library in Louisville as a public institution is not
+  only profitable but indispensable to our people.”
+
+                                DR. P. R. PETERS, _Editor_
+                                The Colored Herald
+
+  “The Library since its establishment has proven to be the most
+  valuable asset of the community.”
+
+                                LEE L. BROWN, _Editor_
+                                Louisville News
+
+  “The two Colored Branch libraries have met a great need among our
+  people in their general development.”
+
+                                C. H. BULLOCK, _Secretary_
+                                Colored Y. M. C. A.
+
+  “I have watched with interest the growth of the Public Library and
+  its influence upon the people and I desire to state that it is in
+  many ways exceedingly helpful and beneficial.”
+
+                                WM. H. STEWARD, _President_
+                                Louisville Negro Business Men’s League
+
+  “I regard the Public Library as incomparably the most Important
+  auxiliary in the city to the educational system for our people.”
+
+                                DR. E. D. WHEDBEE, _President_
+                                Red Cross Association
+
+  “The value of the Public Library as a factor in the race’s uplift
+  intellectually, morally and spiritually cannot be overestimated.”
+
+                                J. R. HARVEY, _Pastor_
+                                Quinn’s Chapel, A. M. E. Church
+
+  “The Colored Branch Library has proven a decided advantage and an
+  inspiration to the colored people of Louisville.”
+
+                                W. J. WALLS, _Pastor_
+                                Broadway A. M. E. Zion Church
+
+
+
+
+LOUISVILLE FREE PUBLIC LIBRARY
+
+
+BOARD OF TRUSTEES
+
+  JOHN H. BUSCHEMEYER           President
+  BENNETT H. YOUNG         Vice President
+  W. H. BARTHOLOMEW             Secretary
+  LOUISVILLE TRUST COMPANY      Treasurer
+
+  THOMAS A. BARKER
+  CHARLES R. HEMPHILL
+  HARDIN H. HERR
+  EDGAR Y. MULLINS
+  EDWARD J. O’BRIEN
+  PHILIP OSSMANN
+  EDWARD L. POWELL
+  JOSHUA D. POWERS
+  J. MORRISON RAY
+  WM. THALHEIMER
+
+  GEORGE T. SETTLE, Librarian
+
+
+COLORED BRANCHES
+
+  THOMAS F. BLUE, Branch Librarian
+  ELIZABETH I. FINNEY
+  JANE J. SIMPSON
+  RACHAEL D. HARRIS
+  LILLIE S. EDWARDS
+  ELNORA MCINTYRE, Substitute
+  LIZZIE B. EVANS, Substitute
+
+
+LOCATION AND HOURS
+
+  WESTERN COLORED BRANCH
+  Tenth and Chestnut Streets
+
+  Hours: Daily 10 a.m. to 9 p.m.
+  Sundays and holidays 2 to 9 p.m.
+
+  EASTERN COLORED BRANCH
+  Lampton and Hancock Streets
+
+  Hours: 2 to 9 p.m. daily including
+  Sundays and holidays
+
+  Libraries closed all day Fourth of July and Christmas
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+Produced by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG
+
+WORKS OF
+
+HENRY SETON MERRIMAN
+
+
+
+Compiled by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+##  THE VULTURES
+
+##  IN KEDAR'S TENTS
+
+THE GREY LADY
+
+##  TOMASO'S FORTUNE AND OTHER STORIES
+
+##  BARLASCH OF THE GUARD
+
+##  THE LAST HOPE
+
+##  FROM ONE GENERATION TO ANOTHER
+
+##  THE ISLE OF UNREST
+
+##  WITH EDGED TOOLS
+
+##  THE LAST HOPE
+
+##  THE SLAVE OF THE LAMP
+
+##  RODEN'S CORNER
+
+##  THE SOWERS
+
+##  THE VELVET GLOVE
+
+##  DROSS
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES
+
+
+
+
+
+THE VULTURES
+A NOVEL
+By Henry Seton Merriman
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+I 	ALL AT SEA
+II 	SIGNAL HOUSE
+III 	A SPECIALTY
+IV 	TWO OF A TRADE
+V 	AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE
+VI 	THE VULTURES
+VII 	AT THE FRONTIER
+VIII 	IN A REMOTE CITY
+IX 	THE SAND-WORKERS
+X 	A WARNING
+XI 	AN AGREEMENT TO DIFFER
+XII 	CARTONER VERSUS FATE
+XIII 	THE WHEELS OF CHANCE
+XIV 	SENTENCED
+XV 	A TALE HALF TOLD
+XVI 	MUCH-OR NOTHING
+XVII 	IN THE SENATORSKA
+XVIII 	JOSEPH'S STORY
+XIX 	THE HIGH-WATER MARK
+XX 	A LIGHT TOUCH
+XXI 	A CLEAR UNDERSTANDING
+XXII 	THE WHITE FEATHER
+XXIII 	COEUR VOLANT
+XXIV 	IN THE WEST INDIA DOCK ROAD S
+XXV 	THE CAPTAIN'S STORY
+XXVI 	IN THE SPRING
+XXVII 	A SACRIFICE
+XXVIII 	IN THE PINE-WOODS
+XXIX 	IN A BY-WAY
+XXX 	THE QUIET CITY
+XXXI 	THE PAYMENT
+XXXII 	A LOVE-LETTER
+XXXIII 	THIN ICE
+XXXIV 	FOR ANOTHER TIME
+XXXV 	ACROSS THE FRONTIER
+XXXVI 	CAPTAIN CABLE SOILS HIS HANDS
+XXXVII 	THE PARTING OF THE WAYS
+
+
+
+
+
+IN KEDAR’S TENTS
+By Henry Seton Merriman
+1909
+CONTENTS
+
+CHAPTER
+
+
+
+
+
+PAGE
+
+I.
+
+
+One Soweth
+
+
+1
+
+II.
+
+
+Another Reapeth
+
+
+11
+
+III.
+
+
+Like Ships upon the Sea
+
+
+23
+
+IV.
+
+
+Le Premier Pas
+
+
+34
+
+V.
+
+
+Contraband
+
+
+48
+
+VI.
+
+
+At Ronda
+
+
+59
+
+VII.
+
+
+In a Moorish Garden
+
+
+70
+
+VIII.
+
+
+The Love Letter
+
+
+82
+
+IX.
+
+
+A War of Wit
+
+
+94
+
+X.
+
+
+The City of Discontent
+
+
+105
+
+XI.
+
+
+A Tangled Web
+
+
+117
+
+XII.
+
+
+On the Toledo Road
+
+
+129
+
+XIII.
+
+
+A Wise Ignoramus
+
+
+140
+
+XIV.
+
+
+A Weight of Evidence
+
+
+151
+
+XV.
+
+
+An Ultimatum
+
+
+163
+
+XVI.
+
+
+In Honour
+
+
+174
+
+XVII.
+
+
+In Madrid
+
+
+185
+
+XVIII.
+
+
+In Toledo
+
+
+197
+
+XIX.
+
+
+Concepçion takes the Road
+
+
+208
+
+XX.
+
+
+On the Talavera Road
+
+
+220
+
+XXI.
+
+
+A Cross-Examination
+
+
+231
+
+XXII.
+
+
+Reparation
+
+
+242
+
+XXIII.
+
+
+Larralde’s Price
+
+
+254
+
+XXIV.
+
+
+Priestcraft
+
+
+265
+
+XXV.
+
+
+Swordcraft
+
+
+276
+
+XXVI.
+
+
+Womancraft
+
+
+287
+
+XXVII.
+
+
+A Night Journey
+
+
+298
+
+XXVIII.
+
+
+The City of Strife
+
+
+309
+
+XXIX.
+
+
+Midnight and Dawn
+
+
+320
+
+XXX.
+
+
+The Dawn of Peace
+
+
+331
+
+
+
+
+
+TOMASO'S FORTUNE AND OTHER STORIES
+By Henry Seton Merriman.
+CONTENTS
+SISTER
+A SMALL WORLD
+IN A CROOKED WAY
+THE TALE OF A SCORPION
+ON THE ROCKS
+“GOLOSSA-A-L”
+THE MULE
+IN LOVE AND WAR
+TOMASO'S FORTUNE
+STRANDED
+PUTTING THINGS RIGHT
+FOR JUANITA'S SAKE
+AT THE FRONT
+THE END OF THE “MOOROO”
+IN A CARAVAN
+IN THE TRACK OF THE WANDERING JEW
+THROUGH THE GATE OF TEARS
+A PARIAH
+THE PRODIGAL'S RETURN
+
+
+
+
+
+BARLASCH OF THE GUARD
+By Henry Seton Merriman
+CONTENTS
+
+CHAPTER I. 	ALL ON A SUMMER'S DAY
+CHAPTER II. 	A CAMPAIGNER
+CHAPTER III. 	FATE
+CHAPTER IV. 	THE CLOUDED MOON
+CHAPTER V. 	THE WEISSEN ROSS'L
+CHAPTER VI. 	THE SHOEMAKER OF KONIGSBERG
+CHAPTER VII. 	THE WAY OF LOVE
+CHAPTER VIII. 	A VISITATION
+CHAPTER IX. 	THE GOLDEN GUESS
+CHAPTER X. 	IN DEEP WATER
+CHAPTER XI. 	THE WAVE MOVES ON
+CHAPTER XII. 	FROM BORODINO
+CHAPTER XIII. 	IN THE DAY OF REJOICING
+CHAPTER XIV. 	MOSCOW
+CHAPTER XV. 	THE GOAL
+CHAPTER XVI. 	THE FIRST OF THE EBB
+CHAPTER XVII. 	A FORLORN HOPE
+CHAPTER XVIII. 	MISSING
+CHAPTER XIX. 	KOWNO
+CHAPTER XX. 	DESIREE'S CHOICE
+CHAPTER XXI. 	ON THE WARSAW ROAD
+CHAPTER XXII. 	THROUGH THE SHOALS
+CHAPTER XXIII. 	AGAINST THE STREAM
+CHAPTER XXIV. 	MATHILDE CHOOSES
+CHAPTER XXV. 	A DESPATCH
+CHAPTER XXVI. 	ON THE BRIDGE
+CHAPTER XXVII. 	A FLASH OF MEMORY
+CHAPTER XXVIII. 	VILNA
+CHAPTER XXIX. 	THE BARGAIN
+CHAPTER XXX. 	THE FULFILMENT
+
+
+
+
+
+THE LAST HOPE
+By Henry Seton Merriman
+
+CONTENTS
+CHAPTER I. 	LE ROI EST MORT
+CHAPTER II. 	VIVE LE ROI
+CHAPTER III. 	THE RETURN OF “THE LAST HOPE”
+CHAPTER IV. 	THE MARQUIS'S CREED
+CHAPTER V. 	ON THE DYKE
+CHAPTER VI. 	THE STORY OF THE CASTAWAYS
+CHAPTER VII. 	ON THE SCENT
+CHAPTER VIII. 	THE LITTLE BOY WHO WAS A KING
+CHAPTER IX. 	A MISTAKE
+CHAPTER X. 	IN THE ITALIAN HOUSE
+CHAPTER XI. 	A BEGINNING
+CHAPTER XII. 	THE SECRET OF GEMOSAC
+CHAPTER XIII. 	WITHIN THE GATES
+CHAPTER XIV. 	THE LIFTED VEIL
+CHAPTER XV. 	THE TURN OF THE TIDE
+CHAPTER XVI. 	THE GAMBLERS
+CHAPTER XVII. 	ON THE PONT ROYAL
+CHAPTER XVIII. 	THE CITY THAT SOON FORGETS
+CHAPTER XIX. 	IN THE BREACH
+CHAPTER XX. 	"NINETEEN”
+CHAPTER XXI. 	NO. 8 RUELLE ST. JACOB
+CHAPTER XXII. 	DROPPING THE PILOT
+CHAPTER XXIII. 	A SIMPLE BANKER
+CHAPTER XXIV. 	THE LANE OF MANY TURNINGS
+CHAPTER XXV. 	SANS RANCUNE
+CHAPTER XXVI. 	RETURNED EMPTY
+CHAPTER XXVII. 	OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES
+CHAPTER XXVIII. 	BAREBONE'S PRICE
+CHAPTER XXIX. 	IN THE DARK
+CHAPTER XXX. 	IN THE FURROW AGAIN
+CHAPTER XXXI. 	THE THURSDAY OF MADAME DE CHANTONNAY
+CHAPTER XXXII. 	PRIMROSES
+CHAPTER XXXIII. 	DORMER COLVILLE IS BLIND
+CHAPTER XXXIV. 	A SORDID MATTER
+CHAPTER XXXV. 	A SQUARE MAN
+CHAPTER XXXVI. 	MRS. PIERRE LAWRENCE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND
+CHAPTER XXXVII. 	AN UNDERSTANDING
+CHAPTER XXXVIII. 	A COUP-D'ETAT
+CHAPTER XXXIX. 	"JOHN DARBY”
+CHAPTER XL. 	FARLINGFORD ONCE MORE
+
+
+
+
+
+FROM ONE GENERATION TO ANOTHER
+By Henry Seton Merriman
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+FROM ONE GENERATION TO ANOTHER
+CHAPTER I 	THE SEED
+CHAPTER II 	SUBURBAN
+CHAPTER III 	MERCURY
+CHAPTER IV 	FREIGHTED
+CHAPTER V 	AFTER NINETEEN YEARS
+CHAPTER VI 	FOR HIS COUNTRY
+CHAPTER VII 	ON THE ROOF OF THE WORLD
+CHAPTER VIII 	RELIEVED
+CHAPTER IX 	RE-CAST
+CHAPTER X 	A LAST THROW
+CHAPTER XI 	A CARPET KNIGHT
+CHAPTER XII 	BAD NEWS
+CHAPTER XIII 	ON THIN ICE
+CHAPTER XIV 	THE CURSE OF A GOOD INTENTION
+CHAPTER XV 	THE TOUCH OF NATURE
+CHAPTER XVI 	THE SPIDER AND THE FLY
+CHAPTER XVII 	TWO MOTIVES
+CHAPTER XVIII 	LIKE SHIPS UPON THE SEA
+CHAPTER XIX 	AT HURLINGHGAM
+CHAPTER XX 	IN A SIDE PATH
+CHAPTER XXI 	ALONE
+CHAPTER XXII 	ACROSS THE YEARS
+CHAPTER XXIII 	AND THE TIME PASSES SOMEHOW
+CHAPTER XXIV 	A STAB IN THE DARK
+CHAPTER XXV 	FROM THE JAWS OF DEATH
+CHAPTER XXVI 	BALANCING ACCOUNTS
+CHAPTER XXVII 	AT BAY
+CHAPTER XXVIII 	THE LAST LINK
+CHAPTER XXIX 	SETTLED
+
+
+
+
+
+THE ISLE OF UNREST
+By Henry Seton Merriman
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+THE ISLE OF UNREST
+CHAPTER I 	THE MOVING FINGER
+CHAPTER II 	CHEZ CLÉMENT
+CHAPTER III 	A BY-PATH
+CHAPTER IV 	A TOSS-UP
+CHAPTER V 	IN THE RUE DU CHERCHE-MIDI
+CHAPTER VI 	NEIGHBOURS
+CHAPTER VII 	JOURNEY'S END
+CHAPTER VIII 	AT VASSELOT
+CHAPTER IX 	THE PROMISED LAND
+CHAPTER X 	THUS FAR
+CHAPTER XI 	BY SURPRISE
+CHAPTER XII 	A SUMMONS
+CHAPTER XIII 	WAR
+CHAPTER XIV 	GOSSIP
+CHAPTER XV 	WAR
+CHAPTER XVI 	A MASTERFUL MAN
+CHAPTER XVII 	WITHOUT DRUM OR TRUMPET
+CHAPTER XVIII 	A WOMAN OF ACTION
+CHAPTER XIX 	THE SEARCH
+CHAPTER XX 	WOUNDED
+CHAPTER XXI 	FOR FRANCE
+CHAPTER XXII 	IN THE MACQUIS
+CHAPTER XXIII 	AN UNDERSTANDING
+CHAPTER XXIV 	CE QUE FEMME VEUT
+CHAPTER XXV 	ON THE GREAT ROAD
+CHAPTER XXVI 	THE END OF THE JOURNEY
+CHAPTER XXVII 	THE ABBÉ'S SALAD
+CHAPTER XXVIII 	GOLD
+CHAPTER XXIX 	A BALANCED ACCOUNT
+CHAPTER XXX 	THE BEGINNING AND THE END
+
+
+
+
+
+WITH EDGED TOOLS
+By Henry Seton Merriman
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+CHAPTER I. 	TWO GENERATIONS
+CHAPTER II. 	OVER THE OLD GROUND
+CHAPTER III. 	A FAREWELL
+CHAPTER IV. 	A TRAGEDY
+CHAPTER V. 	WITH EDGED TOOLS
+CHAPTER VI. 	UNDER THE LINE
+CHAPTER VII. 	THE SECRET OF THE SIMIACINE
+CHAPTER VIII. 	A RECRUIT
+CHAPTER IX. 	TO PASS THE TIME
+CHAPTER X. 	LOANGO
+CHAPTER XI. 	A COMPACT
+CHAPTER XII. 	A MEETING
+CHAPTER XIII. 	IN BLACK AND WHITE
+CHAPTER XIV. 	PANIC-STRICKEN
+CHAPTER XV. 	A CONFIDENCE
+CHAPTER XVI. 	WAR
+CHAPTER XVII. 	UNDERHAND
+CHAPTER XVIII. 	A REQUEST
+CHAPTER XIX. 	IVORY
+CHAPTER XX. 	BROUGHT TO THE SCRATCH
+CHAPTER XXI. 	THE FIRST CONSIGNMENT
+CHAPTER XXII. 	THE SECOND CONSIGNMENT
+CHAPTER XXIII. 	MERCURY
+CHAPTER XXIV. 	NEMESIS
+CHAPTER XXV. 	TO THE RESCUE
+CHAPTER XXVI. 	IN PERIL
+CHAPTER XXVII. 	OFF DUTY
+CHAPTER XXVIII. 	A SLOW RECOVERY
+CHAPTER XXIX. 	A CHANCE ACQUAINTANCE
+CHAPTER XXX. 	OLD BIRDS
+CHAPTER XXXI. 	SEED-TIME
+CHAPTER XXXII. 	AN ENVOY
+CHAPTER XXXIII. 	DARK DEALING
+CHAPTER XXXIV. 	AMONG THORNS
+CHAPTER XXXV. 	ENGAGED
+CHAPTER XXXVI. 	NO COMPROMISE
+CHAPTER XXXVII. 	FOUL PLAY
+CHAPTER XXXVIII. 	THE ACCURSED CAMP
+CHAPTER XXXIX. 	THE EXTENUATING CIRCUMSTANCE
+CHAPTER XL. 	SIR JOHN'S LAST CARD
+CHAPTER XLI. 	A TROIS
+CHAPTER XLII. 	A STRONG FRIENDSHIP
+CHAPTER XLIII. 	A LONG DEBT
+CHAPTER XLIV. 	MADE UP
+CHAPTER XLV. 	THE TELEGRAM
+
+
+
+
+
+THE LAST HOPE
+By Henry Seton Merriman
+CONTENTS
+CHAPTER I 	LE ROI EST MORT
+CHAPTER II 	VIVE LE ROI
+CHAPTER III 	THE RETURN OF “THE LAST HOPE”
+CHAPTER IV 	THE MARQUIS’S CREED
+CHAPTER V 	ON THE DYKE
+CHAPTER VI 	THE STORY OF THE CASTAWAYS
+CHAPTER VII 	ON THE SCENT
+CHAPTER VIII 	THE LITTLE BOY WHO WAS A KING
+CHAPTER IX 	A MISTAKE
+CHAPTER X 	IN THE ITALIAN HOUSE
+CHAPTER XI 	A BEGINNING
+CHAPTER XII 	THE SECRET OF GEMOSAC
+CHAPTER XIII 	WITHIN THE GATES
+CHAPTER XIV 	THE LIFTED VEIL
+CHAPTER XV 	THE TURN OF THE TIDE
+CHAPTER XVI 	THE GAMBLERS
+CHAPTER XVII 	ON THE PONT ROYAL
+CHAPTER XVIII 	THE CITY THAT SOON FORGETS
+CHAPTER XIX 	IN THE BREACH
+CHAPTER XX 	“NINETEEN”
+CHAPTER XXI 	NO. 8 RUELLE ST. JACOB
+CHAPTER XXII 	DROPPING THE PILOT
+CHAPTER XXIII 	A SIMPLE BANKER
+CHAPTER XXIV 	THE LANE OF MANY TURNINGS
+CHAPTER XXV 	SANS RANCUNE
+CHAPTER XXVI 	RETURNED EMPTY
+CHAPTER XXVII 	OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES
+CHAPTER XXVIII 	BAREBONE’S PRICE
+CHAPTER XXIX 	IN THE DARK
+CHAPTER XXX 	IN THE FURROW AGAIN
+CHAPTER XXXI 	THE THURSDAY OF MADAME DE CHANTONNAY
+CHAPTER XXXII 	PRIMROSES
+CHAPTER XXXIII 	DORMER COLVILLE IS BLIND
+CHAPTER XXXIV 	A SORDID MATTER
+CHAPTER XXXV 	A SQUARE MAN
+CHAPTER XXXVI 	MRS. ST. PIERRE LAWRENCE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND
+CHAPTER XXXVII 	AN UNDERSTANDING
+CHAPTER XXXVIII 	A COUP-D'ÉTAT
+CHAPTER XXXIX 	“JOHN DARBY”
+CHAPTER XL 	FARLINGFORD ONCE MORE
+
+
+
+
+
+THE SLAVE OF THE LAMP
+By Henry Seton Merriman
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+PREFACE
+CHAPTER I 	IN THE RUE ST. GINGOLPHE
+CHAPTER II 	TOOLS
+CHAPTER III 	WITHOUT REST
+CHAPTER IV 	BURDENED
+CHAPTER V 	A REUNION
+CHAPTER VI 	BROKEN THREADS
+CHAPTER VII 	PUPPETS
+CHAPTER VIII 	FALSE METAL
+CHAPTER IX 	A CLUE
+CHAPTER X 	ON THE SCENT
+CHAPTER XI 	BURY BLUFF
+CHAPTER XII 	A WARNING WORD
+CHAPTER XIII 	A NIGHT WATCH
+CHAPTER XIV 	FOILED
+CHAPTER XV 	BOOKS
+CHAPTER XVI 	FOES
+CHAPTER XVII 	A RETREAT
+CHAPTER XVIII 	AN EMPTY NEST
+CHAPTER XIX 	FOUL PLAY
+CHAPTER XX 	WINGED
+CHAPTER XXI 	TRUE TO HIS CLOTH
+CHAPTER XXII 	GREEK AND GREEK
+CHAPTER XXIII 	STRICKEN DOWN
+CHAPTER XXIV 	BACK TO LIFE
+CHAPTER XXV 	BACK TO WORK
+CHAPTER XXVI 	SIGNOR BRUNO
+CHAPTER XXVII 	IN THE RUE ST. GINGOLPHE AGAIN
+CHAPTER XXVIII 	THE MAKING OF CHRISTIAN VELLACOTT
+
+
+
+
+
+RODEN'S CORNER
+By Henry Seton Merriman
+1913
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+CHAPTER I 	IN ST.JACOB STRAAT
+CHAPTER II 	WORK OR PLAY?
+CHAPTER III 	BEGINNING AT HOME
+CHAPTER IV 	A NEW DISCIPLE
+CHAPTER V 	OUT OF EGYPT
+CHAPTER VI 	ON THE DUNES
+CHAPTER VII 	OFFICIAL
+CHAPTER VIII 	THE SEAMY SIDE
+CHAPTER IX 	A SHADOW FROM THE PAST
+CHAPTER X 	DEEPER WATER
+CHAPTER XI 	IN THE OUDE WEG
+CHAPTER XII 	SUBURBAN
+CHAPTER XIII 	THE MAKING OF A MAN
+CHAPTER XIV 	UNSOUND
+CHAPTER XV 	PLAIN SPEAKING
+CHAPTER XVI 	DANGER
+CHAPTER XVII 	PLAIN SPEAKING
+CHAPTER XVIII 	A COMPLICATION
+CHAPTER XIX 	DANGER
+CHAPTER XX 	FROM THE PAST
+CHAPTER XXI 	A COMBINED FORCE
+CHAPTER XXII 	GRATITUDE
+CHAPTER XXIII 	A REINFORCEMENT
+CHAPTER XXIV 	A BRIGHT AND SHINING LIGHT
+CHAPTER XXV 	CLEARING THE AIR
+CHAPTER XXVI 	THE ULTIMATUM
+CHAPTER XXVII 	COMMERCE
+CHAPTER XXVIII 	WITH CARE
+CHAPTER XXIX 	A LESSON
+CHAPTER XXX 	ON THE QUEEN'S CANAL
+CHAPTER XXXI 	AT THE CORNER
+CHAPTER XXXII 	ROUND THE CORNER
+
+
+
+
+
+THE SOWERS
+By Henry Seton Merriman
+1895
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+THE SOWERS
+CHAPTER I 	A WAIF ON THE STEPPE
+CHAPTER II 	BY THE VOLGA
+CHAPTER III 	DIPLOMATIC
+CHAPTER IV 	DON QUIXOTE
+CHAPTER V 	THE BARON
+CHAPTER VI 	THE TALLEYRAND CLUB
+CHAPTER VII 	OLD HANDS
+CHAPTER VIII 	SAFE!
+CHAPTER IX 	THE PRINCE
+CHAPTER X 	THE MOSCOW DOCTOR
+CHAPTER XI 	CATRINA
+CHAPTER XII 	AT THORS
+CHAPTER XIII 	UNMASKED
+CHAPTER XIV 	A WIRE-PULLER
+CHAPTER XV 	IN A WINTER CITY
+CHAPTER XVI 	THE THIN END
+CHAPTER XVII 	CHARITY
+CHAPTER XVIII 	IN THE CHAMPS ILYSIES
+CHAPTER XIX 	ON THE NEVA
+CHAPTER XX 	AN OFFER OF FRIENDSHIP
+CHAPTER XXI 	A SUSPECTED HOUSE
+CHAPTER XXII 	THE SPIDER AND THE FLY
+CHAPTER XXIII 	A WINTER SCENE
+CHAPTER XXIV 	HOME
+CHAPTER XXV 	OSTERNO
+CHAPTER XXVI 	BLOODHOUNDS
+CHAPTER XXVII 	IN THE WEB
+CHAPTER XXVIII 	IN THE CASTLE OF THORS
+CHAPTER XXIX 	ANGLO-RUSSIAN
+CHAPTER XXX 	WOLF!
+CHAPTER XXXI 	A DANGEROUS EXPERIMENT
+CHAPTER XXXII 	A CLOUD
+CHAPTER XXXIII 	THE NET IS DRAWN
+CHAPTER XXXIV 	AN APPEAL
+CHAPTER XXXV 	ON THE EDGE OF THE STORM
+CHAPTER XXXVI 	@ TROIS
+CHAPTER XXXVII 	@ DEUX
+CHAPTER XXXVIII 	A TALE THAT IS TOLD
+CHAPTER XXXIX 	HUSBAND AND WIFE
+CHAPTER XL 	STIPAN RETURNS
+CHAPTER XLI 	DUTY
+CHAPTER XLII 	THE STORM BURSTS
+CHAPTER XLIII 	BEHIND THE VEIL
+CHAPTER XLIV 	KISMET
+
+The VELVET GLOVE
+By Henry Seton Merriman
+CONTENTS
+I 	IN THE CITY OF THE WINDS
+II 	EVASIO MON
+III 	WITHIN THE HIGH WALLS
+IV 	THE JADE--CHANCE
+V 	A PILGRIMAGE
+VI 	PILGRIMS
+VII 	THE ALTERNATIVE
+VIII 	THE TRAIL
+IX 	THE QUARRY
+X 	THISBE
+XI 	THE ROYAL ADVENTURE
+XII 	IN A STRONG CITY
+XIII 	THE GRIP OF THE VELVET GLOVE
+XIV 	IN THE CLOISTER
+XV 	OUR LADY OF THE SHADOWS
+XVI 	THE MATTRESS BEATER
+XVII 	AT THE INN OF THE TWO TREES
+XVIII 	THE MAKERS OF HISTORY
+XIX 	COUSIN PELIGROS
+XX 	AT TORRE GARDA
+XXI 	JUANITA GROWS UP
+XXII 	AN ACCIDENT
+XXIII 	KIND INQUIRIES
+XXIV 	THE STORMY PETREL
+XXV 	WAR'S ALARM
+XXVI 	AT THE FORD
+XXVII 	IN THE CLOUDS
+XXVIII 	LE GANT DE VELOURS
+XXIX 	LA MAIN DE FER
+XXX 	THE CASTING VOTE
+
+
+
+
+
+DROSS
+By Henry Seton Merriman
+CONTENTS
+CHAPTER 	  	  	PAGE
+
+I. 	  	Mushrooms 	1
+II. 	  	Monsieur 	13
+III. 	  	Madame 	25
+IV. 	  	Disqualified 	36
+V. 	  	C'est la Vie 	49
+VI. 	  	A Glimpse of Home 	60
+VII. 	  	In Provence 	72
+VIII. 	  	In Paris 	83
+IX. 	  	Finance 	95
+X. 	  	The Golden Spoon 	107
+XI. 	  	Theft 	118
+XII. 	  	Ruin 	130
+XIII. 	  	The Shadow Again 	141
+XIV. 	  	A Little Cloud 	153
+XV. 	  	Flight 	165
+XVI. 	  	Exile 	177
+XVII. 	  	On the Track 	189
+XVIII. 	  	A Dark Horse 	201
+XIX. 	  	Sport 	213
+XX. 	  	Underhand 	223
+XXI. 	  	Checkmate 	234
+XXII. 	  	Home 	245
+XXIII. 	  	Wrecked 	256
+XXIV. 	  	An Explanation 	267
+XXV. 	  	Paris Again 	277
+XXVI. 	  	Above the Snow Line 	289
+XXVII. 	  	The Hand of God 	300
+XXVIII. 	  	The Links 	312
+XXIX. 	  	At La Pauline 	324
+
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+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Produced by Melissa McDaniel and the Online Distributed
+Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was
+produced from images generously made available by The
+Internet Archive)
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber's Note:
+
+  Inconsistent hyphenation and spelling in the original document have
+  been preserved. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
+
+  Italic text is denoted by _underscores_.
+
+
+
+
+Aux Animaux
+
+
+     In Holland, at the Hague, you know,
+     Well-regulated people go
+     To the Hotel Ozanimo.
+     (The spelling I've carnegified;
+     I often do this on the side).
+     Here all Creation lives in peace,
+     And therefore Wonders never Cease!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+     ERIC'S
+     BOOK OF BEASTS
+
+     DONE IN WATER-COLORS
+     AND ACCOMPANIED WITH APPROPRIATE
+     JINGLES BY
+     DAVID STARR JORDAN
+
+     INTERPRETED IN BLACK AND
+     WHITE BY
+     SHIMADA SEKKO
+
+       [Illustration]
+
+     PAUL ELDER AND COMPANY
+     PUBLISHERS·SAN FRANCISCO
+
+
+
+
+     Copyright, 1912
+     By Paul Elder & Company
+
+
+
+
+Prefatory Note
+
+
+These cartoons were made one by one in moments of leisure to please a
+small boy. They are now reprinted in the hope of pleasing other small
+boys and girls. They were originally in color, but for the present
+purpose they have been made over in black and white by a Japanese
+artist, who has given them life by occasional quaint touches of his own.
+
+     David Starr Jordan
+     Stanford University, California
+     January 19, 1912
+
+
+
+
+L'Envoi
+
+
+     I write and paint in doggerel
+     Though all the Muses shriek and yell!
+     I go serenely on my way
+     Not caring what such folks may say!
+
+
+
+
+Contents
+
+
+                          Page
+
+     Aux Animaux           _Frontispiece_
+     Prefatory Note                  iii
+     L'Envoi                           v
+     Eric's Planet                     2
+     The Caravan                       4
+     Jack the Rabbit                   6
+     An Elephant                       8
+     The 'Potamus                     10
+     My Crocodile                     12
+     The Giraffe                      14
+     A Goat                           16
+     The 'Possum                      18
+     Old Sea Catch                    20
+     Quail                            22
+     The Ptarmigan                    24
+     The Pelican                      26
+     The Man                          28
+     The Fish                         30
+     The Lion                         32
+     Horned Toad                      34
+     A Hospitable Reptile             36
+     A Social Lobster                 38
+     Cats and Kings                   40
+     Little Children                  42
+     Six Kings                        44
+     An Aspiring Monkey               46
+     Old Time Folks                   48
+     The Wunx                         50
+     Totem Poles                      52
+     Organ and Organ Man              54
+     In Moonlight                     56
+     Hunter and Deer                  58
+     The Gazelle                      60
+     A Bulldog by the River           62
+     The Squidgecumsquees             64
+     Road to Mandalay                 66
+     Mitgard Serpent                  68
+     Saint Georgeing the Dragon       70
+     Flotsam and Jetsam               72
+     The Atoll                        74
+     Storm Wind                       76
+     Eric in the Dark                 78
+     Mars' Stars and Pa's             80
+     The Porcupine                    82
+     The Purple Cow                   84
+     I and Gnu                        86
+     Bobo                             88
+     The Lone Salmon                  90
+     Bean Soup                        92
+     A Lost Shadow                    94
+     The Gazibou                      96
+     In Junglest Africa               98
+     Eric Fishing                    100
+     Eric's Bulldog                  102
+     The Steering Gear               104
+     Brother Knight                  106
+     My Daddy's Family               108
+     Christmas Past                  110
+     The Last Act                    112
+     Inca                    _Tail-piece_
+
+
+
+
+ERIC'S BOOK OF BEASTS
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Eric's Planet
+
+
+     Eric said to Jupiter:
+     "Here I am. Good
+       morning, Sir,
+     What are your small
+       planets worth?
+     Give me one. I'll
+       take the Earth."
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Caravan
+
+
+     Van! Van! Caravan!
+     Who is the camel and
+       which is the man?
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Jack the Rabbit
+
+
+     Jack the Rabbit
+     Has the habit
+     When you look him
+       in the face
+     He is in some other
+       place.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+An Elephant
+
+
+     I never saw an Elephant
+     But that's no symptom
+       that I sha'n't.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The 'Potamus
+
+
+     My little 'Potamus and I
+     Walk hand in hand when
+       roads are dry,
+     But when the clouds
+       begin to rain,
+     I creep into his mouth
+       again.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+My Crocodile
+
+
+     My Crocodile is good to me—
+     He is as nice as he can be;
+     But when I go out for a ride,
+     I'd rather not come back
+       inside.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Giraffe
+
+
+     If the Giraffe were not so tall
+     He'd be an Awful Cannibal,
+     But just before he goes to bed
+     He sits awhile upon his head.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+A Goat
+
+
+     This little beast is called
+       a Goat,
+     He isn't anything of note,
+     But give him a tomato can
+     And he's a match for any
+       Man.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The 'Possum
+
+
+     The 'Possum sees the
+       little boy;
+     It does not seem to
+       give him joy.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Old Sea Catch
+
+
+     Old Sea Catch comes out
+       on the shore
+       To Roar,
+     And then he thinks it's
+       time once more
+       To Roar,
+     And then he thinks he'll
+       have to roar
+       Some more!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Quail
+
+
+     I would not like to be a
+       Quail,
+     And have Salt sprinkled
+       on my Tail.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Ptarmigan
+
+
+     The Ptarmigan lives in
+       the Snow;
+     Can Eric see him? I
+       don't know.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Pelican
+
+
+     If I were born a Pelican,
+     I'd try my best to be a Man!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Man
+
+
+     If I were born a Man, I'd wish
+     I might associate with Fish.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Fish
+
+
+     If I were born a fish—
+       but then,
+     No use to wish: Men
+       must be Men.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Lion
+
+
+     The Lion looks like Santa
+       Claus,
+     I think that this should
+       give him paws.
+     When he on Lionizing's
+       bent,
+     He always looks benevolent.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Horned Toad
+
+
+     Phryne is the beast, his name,
+     Eric loves him just the same;
+     On his back, see, if you please,
+     Eric's name in Japanese.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+A Hospitable Reptile
+
+
+     This Reptile is a hardened
+       sinner;
+     But when a friend drops in
+       for dinner,
+     He greets him with an
+       open smile,
+     And makes him merry
+       quite a while.
+     O let us, like this Reptile,
+       be
+     Renowned for Hospitality!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+A Social Lobster
+
+
+     The Lobster's home is in
+       the Sea;
+     It is as humble as may be.
+     But he has wandered far
+       afield,
+     And now his presence is
+       revealed
+     Within our best Society.
+     This Lesson to us all is
+       sent
+     To lend us due Encouragement.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Cats and Kings
+
+
+     A Cat may look at any King,
+     If he cares for that sort of
+       thing;
+     And, if he likes the likes of
+       that,
+     Most any King can see a Cat.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Little Children
+
+
+     Little children at their play,
+     Happy, scrappy all the day.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Six Kings
+
+
+     There were six Kings of
+       Yvetôt;
+     They stood up there all in
+       a row,
+     And every time they looked
+       around
+     They cast their eyes upon
+       the ground.
+     I do not like to look at
+       Kings—
+     They do such very awful
+       things;
+     For actions such as this
+       must tend
+     To make one's hair stand
+       up on end!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+An Aspiring Monkey
+
+
+     Once a Monkey in Japan
+     Vowed his destiny was Man;
+     So he climbed up in a tree,
+     Then I saw him wink at me.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Old Time Folks
+
+
+     These twain our ancestors
+       must be,
+     (Arboreal, undoubtedly)
+     But this is true; it seems
+       to me,
+     If Adam looked like this
+       and Eve,
+     (With no intention to
+       deceive)
+     Thus in Creation's Rosy
+       Dawn,
+     I'm glad that I came later
+       on.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Wunx
+
+
+     In their dugout lives the Wunx
+     With his jolly family;
+     Tasting happiness in chunks,
+     Just the same as you and me:
+     Not much use the world to
+       roam—
+     Happiness is found at home.
+
+                (After J. W. R.)
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Totem Poles
+
+
+     O, my Prophetic Soul!
+     I see a Totem Pole—
+     The only Ancient Screed
+     That Hempl cannot read!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Organ and Organ Man
+
+
+     The children sing in far Japan;
+     The children sing in Spain;
+     The organ and the organ man
+     Are singing in the rain!
+
+                        R. L. S.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+In Moonlight
+
+
+     The squally Cat and squeaky
+       Mouse;
+     The howly Dog, by the door
+       of the house;
+     The Bat that hangs to his bed
+       till noon,
+     They all come out by the light
+       of the moon.
+
+                        R. L. S.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Hunter and Deer
+
+
+     "The Hunter still the Deer
+       pursues,
+     The Hunter and the Deer
+       a shade."
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Gazelle
+
+
+     I never loved a fond Gazelle
+     But it would jump and snort
+       and yell.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+A Bulldog by the River
+
+
+     A Bulldog by the river's brim,
+     A sinful Bulldog was to him.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Squidgecumsquees
+
+
+     The Cats catch Mice and the
+       Goblins chase the Elves,
+     But the Squidgecumsquees
+       they swallow themselves.
+
+                (After J. W. R.)
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Road to Mandalay
+
+
+     On the Road to Mandalay
+     Where the Flying Fishes play
+     And the Dawn come up like
+       thunder
+     Out of China, 'cross the Bay.
+
+                           R. K.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Mitgard Serpent
+
+
+     It was the Mitgard Serpient,
+     He grabbed the Earth and
+       away he went;
+     (The Mitgard Serpent was a
+       Cat
+     With a dozen legs, or about
+       like that).
+     He swallowed his tail with
+       all his might,
+     Then spit on his claws and
+       held on tight;
+     And so the world went round
+       all right.
+     And 'twas sometimes day and
+       sometimes night,
+     And 'twas always dark when
+       it wasn't light.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Saint Georgeing the Dragon
+
+
+     There once was a brave
+       Knight of Pendragon,
+     Who tried to Saint George
+       an old Dragon;
+     But the Dragon had Claws
+     At the ends of his Paws,
+     (With no adequate Pauses
+     At the ends of his Clauses).
+     At last when the scrimmage
+       was done,
+     The Dragon had most of
+       the Fun!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Flotsam and Jetsam
+
+
+     There once was a person
+       in Spatsum
+     Who et some and gave to
+       his cat some;
+     But just what he et
+     That I cannot tell yet,
+     But 'twas probably
+     Flotsam and Jetsam.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Atoll
+
+
+     I know a magic circle in the
+       Sea
+     Etched on the blue with pale
+       gray coral sand.
+     A mountain sank there once,
+       amid the spray,
+     Its widening eddies stiffened
+       into land
+     With lazy surges flapping
+       on the strand!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Storm Wind
+
+
+     One day the Storm Wind
+       came to town
+     And the Barometer went
+       down.
+     And all the dogs and cats
+       had wings—
+     And so had all the other
+       things.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Eric in the Dark
+
+
+     Little Eric in the dark
+     Saw a Boojum and a Snark
+     With a bunch of Gobelins;
+     Also many other things.
+     Such, a small boy sees in
+       dreams
+     When by night he ups and
+       screams.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Mars' Stars and Pa's
+
+
+     The Sun is down,
+     The lazy Hound;
+     The Moon is up,
+     The little Pup.
+     I see the Stars;
+     One of 'em's Mars,
+     I think the others
+     Must be Pa's.
+     The Stars shine bright,
+     I'm sure it's night;
+     Then go to bed,
+     You sleepy-head!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Porcupine
+
+
+     The Porcupine's awake at
+       Dawn
+     To see how Eric's coming on.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Purple Cow
+
+
+     "I never saw a Purple Cow!"
+     How can I paint one? This
+       is How!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+I and Gnu
+
+
+     When we have nothing else
+       to do
+     We ride together, I and Gnu;
+     And if I'm feeling extra smart,
+     I take him spinning in my
+       cart!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Bobo!
+
+
+     Comes the Bobo from his lair,
+     Cats and squirrels in his hair.
+     Eric's not a bit afraid;
+     He knows how such beasts
+       are made.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Lone Salmon
+
+
+     Little Eric caught a Salmon
+     Wandering through the field!
+     Mother said: "It is alarmon'
+     What our waters yield."
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Bean Soup
+
+
+     Bean soup is bad!
+     It makes me mad
+     When mother gives such
+       stuff to me.
+     But when I pour
+     It on the floor
+     I'm just as happy as I can be.
+     When Mother spanks
+     I give her thanks,
+     Because I know 'tis good
+       for me.
+     A happy Boy
+     Am I. O Joy!
+     What time my Daddy
+       paints for me!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+A Lost Shadow
+
+
+     Eric and his little Shadow
+     Went out walking in the
+       Meadow.
+     Little Shadow got away—
+     Haven't seen him since
+       that day.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Gazibou
+
+
+     Here we go, O Gazibou!
+     Eric's not afraid of you;
+     You may scratch and
+       reach and cough
+     But you cannot throw
+       him off!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+In Junglest Africa[A]
+
+
+     When politicians bungle
+     'Tis quiet in the Jungle—
+     For all the Beasts are tired
+     Because a Man is fired.
+
+     And may the parrot teach us
+     This lesson of the hour—
+     That going out of Office
+     Is going into Power.
+
+
+     [A] The cartoon is suggested by one in the "Indianapolis
+     News," 1910.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Eric Fishing
+
+
+     Little Eric went a-fishing
+     With his rod and line and
+       hook,
+     And his wishing cap for
+       wishing
+     Half the minnows in the
+       brook.
+     This is what he caught by
+       wishing:
+     Trout and flying-fish and
+       whale.
+     This is what he caught by
+       fishing:
+     One small tadpole by the
+       tail!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Eric's Bulldog
+
+
+     Bulldog is a fearsome thing—
+     Eric leads him with a string.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Steering Gear
+
+
+     Brother Knight pounds away
+       with his hammer so gay,
+     While Daddy does stunts
+       with his pen;
+     And mother sits clear at the
+       steering gear
+     And bosses all three of us
+       men.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Brother Knight
+
+
+     Brother Knight is fond of curls;
+     Half his ancestors were girls!
+     So your daddy says; but, then,
+     Half of mine were gentlemen.
+     Thus we understand each other
+     As a sister does a brother.
+     'Tis a combination fine—
+     Will you be my Valentine?
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+My Daddy's Family
+
+
+     Brother Knight, he is all right,
+     With Harold, Edith and the
+       rest;
+     But of all my Daddy's family
+     I like myself the best.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Christmas Past
+
+
+     Content am I but just to
+       sign the checks;
+     Nor wot what mystery is
+       brewing next!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Last Act
+
+
+     Eric's grown up with the
+       men;
+     He won't need these things
+       again.
+     Sweep them out! He'll find
+       his Joy
+     With some other sort of Toy!
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+       Little Incas have long ears,
+     May they sleep a thousand years!
+
+
+
+
+AND SO HERE ENDETH "ERIC'S BOOK OF BEASTS" WHICH DAVID STARR JORDAN DID
+WITH HIS PEN AND PAINT BOX, BUT THE PICTURES WERE TOO BEE-YOUTIFUL AND
+'SPENSIVE; SO HE GOT HIS FRIEND, SHIMADA SEKKO, TO TRANSLATE THEM INTO
+CALM BLACK AND WHITE. PAUL ELDER AND COMPANY OF SAN FRANCISCO HAVE MADE
+THEM INTO A BOOK, WITH GREAT GLEE. AT THEIR TOMOYE PRESS JOHN SWART
+DESIGNED THE TYPE FACE, AND JEAN OLIVER HELPED WITH THE DECORATIONS—AND
+IT WAS ALL FINISHED AND SENT OUT INTO THE WORLD FOR GOOD BOYS AND GIRLS
+IN THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY, 1912
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Eric's Book of Beasts, by David Starr Jordan
+
+
+
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+                         THE REVEALING PATTERN
+
+                            By Alvin Heiner
+
+
+_The Reamer mansion was on trial. It announced its own verdict--guilty!_
+
+
+[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science
+Fiction, May 1952. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+He was a man easily smiled at; a little birdlike individual carrying
+an umbrella and wearing upon his pink face a look remindful of
+happy secrets about to be revealed. He came to my desk during the
+midafternoon lull and said, "I am Professor Jonathan Waits. I have come
+to avail myself of your facilities."
+
+I had never heard it put quite that way before, but from Professor
+Waits, it did not sound stilted. It was the way you would expect him to
+put it. He beamed at the ceiling and said, "What a fine old library, my
+dear. I must bring Nicholas some time."
+
+I gave him the smile reserved financial supporters and unknown
+quantatives and asked, "Could I be of service?"
+
+He didn't get to it immediately. "I understand this library is fairly
+crammed with old records--data on the historical aspects of this area.
+Personal histories and such."
+
+He had a way of radiating his own cheerful mood. "Oh yes," I assured
+him. "It's an exceptional day when we don't sweep a D.A.R. or two out
+of the aisles come closing time."
+
+This, according to his laugh, was quite good. He said, "I'm sure we'll
+get on splendidly, Miss--?"
+
+"--Hopstead."
+
+"Are you a native?"
+
+"A New Englander from way back," I assured him. "Some of my ancestors
+used to drink buttered rum with Captain Rogers."
+
+"Then possibly you'd like to know about my work."
+
+"I certainly would." And, strangely enough, I did.
+
+"I am a researcher into the--well, the unusual."
+
+"Psychic research?" I inquired, wanting him to know we New Englanders
+were not dullards.
+
+"No. Nothing to do with the supernatural at all. My work is to prove
+that all occurrences, however mysterious, are the logical result of
+previous actions of individuals; that superstitions are the result, not
+so much of ignorance, but lack of knowledge."
+
+While I wrestled with that one, he said, "Maybe I could be a trifle
+more explicit."
+
+"That would help."
+
+His bright little eyes got even brighter. "Do you know, by chance, of
+the Reamer mansion over in Carleton?"
+
+I certainly did. It was some thirty miles from Patterson, but as a
+child, I'd visited the place. All children within the radius had
+visited the Reamer mansion at least once. It was an ancient fifteen
+room cockroach trap with such a history of death and violence behind it
+as to cause the kids to walk on tiptoe through its silent rooms. I told
+the professor I knew about it.
+
+"It has been vacant for fifteen years," he observed.
+
+"And will be vacant for twice fifteen more, I imagine."
+
+"That's just the point. Superstition. Otherwise solid and sane people
+wouldn't dream of moving into the Reamer mansion. And it's so silly."
+
+"It is?"
+
+"Of course. And that's why I'm here. I intend to prove, so the most
+stubborn will understand, that the house itself has nothing whatsoever
+to do with its own grim past; that the people who lived in it are to
+blame."
+
+It was a dull day and he was such an apparently sincere little man that
+I decided to keep the conversation alive. "I'm afraid you'll have a
+hard time proving it. Let's see--the first one was old Silas Reamer. He
+committed suicide there. That was sometime around 1925. Then--"
+
+"--His son, Henry Reamer, was found dead under mysterious circumstances
+two years later. Murder was obvious, but nothing has ever been done
+about it."
+
+I frowned in mock severity. "I don't like the way you put that,
+Professor. Do you imply that we New Englanders condone violence?"
+
+"Oh, not at all. There were just--no clues, from what I've learned. The
+next unfortunate, a renter named Miles McCormick, was found dead along
+with his wife and child as a result of lethal gas from a faulty stove."
+
+"That happened the year I was born. We have the old newspapers here,
+telling about it."
+
+"Those reports, along with other material are what I wish to study,"
+Professor Waits said, then went on. "The house stood vacant for five
+years, until a Johnathan Hays bought it."
+
+"But Johnathan Hays never moved in. He died of a heart attack while
+carrying a chair through the front door."
+
+He beamed on me. "You are a remarkably alert young woman; well up in
+local history."
+
+"With no credit to me. You'd be hard put finding a citizen around here
+who doesn't know the history of the Reamer mansion."
+
+"Not 'of the Reamer mansion', my dear. Of the people who just happened
+to reap their ill-fortune there."
+
+"You insist the house had nothing to do with it?"
+
+"Nothing whatever."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Professor--I wonder if you know how big a bite you've taken? If you
+go up in the hills hereabouts you'll find whole families living in
+dirt-floor houses. You'll find children who never heard of a bath or a
+telephone. But you won't find one person who would live in the Reamer
+mansion for a salary paid promptly every Saturday morning."
+
+"Nonetheless," Professor Waits replied, "the so-called jinx of the
+mansion, or any other maligned locality, is a matter of monstrous
+coincidence. The truth lies hidden in the lives of the people involved.
+I've been ferreting out that truth."
+
+"You mean this isn't a beginning, Professor?"
+
+He grasped his umbrella in a manner indicating he meant to spear a
+dragon in case there were any around, and said, "Oh my no! I've been
+tracing the lives of the principals in this drama for some time. It
+involves long, tedious work. I must not only dig into the lives of the
+unfortunates themselves, but also into those of kin; even--in some
+cases--friends."
+
+"What did you find out about the murder?"
+
+He evaded neatly. "I am not seeking a killer as such. Relative to that
+facet of the case, I am more interested in Henry Reamer himself. A very
+wise man once said, 'If you would understand violence, look also into
+the heart of the murdered'. A man carries the seeds of his destiny in
+his own soul."
+
+"And you intend to prove it?"
+
+"I am finding more proof every day. Soon I shall publish a paper which
+will startle the thinking world."
+
+I could see the Professor wasn't one to be backed into any corners.
+"And how can I help in this work?"
+
+"I am tracing at the moment, certain details in the life of Mabel
+Tutworthy, an aunt of Silas Reamer. Unauthenticated legends indicate
+she killed an eight-point buck once, with her bare hands, and dragged
+it home across ten miles of forest."
+
+"I've heard that, and it's probably true. You think it has something to
+do with what happened to Silas?"
+
+"--_And_ his son Henry."
+
+"I think you'll find what you want in that section by the south window.
+It's devoted to local history."
+
+"Thank you, my dear." He moved away, reminding me somehow, of a happy
+retriever going into a lake after a duck. Halfway to the shelves, he
+halted suddenly and turned. "Did you know that seventy percent of the
+accidents happen to twenty percent of the people?"
+
+I didn't, but I refused to admit such backwardness. "I certainly do.
+Amazing, isn't it?"
+
+"That is one of the pillars upon which my work is based."
+
+"And there are others?"
+
+"Seven in all."
+
+He didn't tell me what the other six were. Instead he disappeared into
+local history and left me with the latest best seller I was reading
+under the counter lest some child come in and be stripped of all
+innocence by one glance.
+
+It was two hours before Professor Waits reappeared. He carried a small
+blue notebook in one hand and a stub pencil in the other. He was
+positively beaming. "A gold mine," he said. "A veritable gold mine. Did
+you know that Ezekial Webb, a cousin of William Tutworthy was gored by
+a bull in the year 1862?"
+
+"No--really?"
+
+Then I was truly ashamed of myself. He was such a pleasant, sincere
+little man and he got such fun out of life. But he misinterpreted
+my boorishness for true enthusiasm and said, "It's a fact! Imagine!
+Walking in here and finding one of the links I've hunted for months.
+I'm indebted to you, my dear, for directing me to that book shelf."
+
+I could have told him he was under no obligation; that I got, each
+week, the coolie stipend of twenty eight dollars for doing just that;
+but I didn't want him starting an investigation into peonage system
+practiced in libraries and schools.
+
+Then something in the little man's manner, sobered me.
+"Professor--exactly why are you doing this?"
+
+He blinked. "I have plenty of money. I have the time. It interests me.
+And I feel it a worthy occupation; gathering knowledge through which
+people may know the true causes of misfortune; may throw off the yoke
+of superstition."
+
+"You feel, then, that nothing happens by chance?"
+
+"My dear," he said, solemnly, "in this ordered universe there can be
+no such thing. Action and achievement--cause and result. The revealing
+pattern of each man's actions is in the pasts of himself and his
+antecedents."
+
+"And by proving this you will exonerate the Reamer mansion of all
+guilt?"
+
+He smiled. "You are a most intelligent young lady. Most intelligent! I
+shall see a great deal of you in the weeks to come."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+It was not a distasteful prospect. I liked the Professor and was glad
+he liked me. After he left I went back and found not a single book out
+of place. I liked him even more.
+
+Two weeks passed before I saw Professor Waits again. He came in out of
+the sunshine, carrying his black umbrella and wearing the same black
+string necktie. I was busy at the time, finding an acceptable book for
+Mrs. Winsolow's little Freddie who was in bed with the pip. When I got
+clear, Professor Waits was deep in his research and I did not disturb
+him.
+
+He came pattering out just before closing time and I was struck by the
+somber--almost sad--expression he wore.
+
+"Did you have trouble finding what you wanted, Professor?"
+
+"Oh no. The records are most voluminous. It's just--well, the _nature_
+of my discoveries."
+
+"Bad?"
+
+"Very bad, Miss Hopstead. Do you know who Henry Reamer's murderer was?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Miles McCormick, the renter who died there so tragically with his
+family."
+
+I didn't quite know how to respond; whether I should faint or scream
+for the police. I settled for a philosophical comment. "A case of
+justice by a higher power."
+
+"You mean McCormick's death?"
+
+"Of course."
+
+"On the contrary. There was no connection at all between the two
+events. McCormick and his wife and child died because they violated a
+certain law, but not necessarily a law on the statute books."
+
+"I'm afraid I don't quite follow that."
+
+"Look at it this way, Miss Hopstead. You are walking through a dark
+room. A door is standing open. You come into violent contact with the
+edge of it. What happens?"
+
+"A broken nose? A black eye."
+
+"Precisely. The fact you didn't know the door was there didn't protect
+you from the consequences."
+
+This of course, I was forced to concede.
+
+"Now let's go a step further by taking, as example, a lower mentality
+than our own. A horse, knowing nothing of the laws of electricity,
+would step on a high voltage wire and never know why it was
+electrocuted. In such a case, the animal would violate a law it did not
+know existed."
+
+I was beginning to see what he was driving at. "You mean--"
+
+"We are far above the horse in mentality and understanding but
+there are still many laws we do not understand. That is what my work
+involves."
+
+I insisted upon being heard. "You mean a lot of apparently innocent
+things we do are really electric wires."
+
+He beamed. "Exactly. When we reap misfortune it is because we violate
+some law. Ignorance of that law doesn't change the end-result one iota."
+
+"And you're trying to find out what these--these booby traps are?"
+
+"Oh I know many of them already. My paper will surprise the world.
+I'm working on a more advanced phase of the problem now. I am tracing
+a pattern of interlocking violations to show that the scene of the
+end-results can be only sheerest coincidence. I want to banish once
+and for all the superstition-stigma attached to scenes of repeated
+misfortune and violence."
+
+"The Reamer mansion."
+
+"That's right. And now I must be going, Miss Hopstead." He gave me the
+departing smile and started for the door.
+
+"Professor Waits."
+
+"Yes?"
+
+"About Mabel Tutworthy. Did she really drag that buck ten miles."
+
+"No. It was only a fawn. And she killed it less than a mile from her
+cabin."
+
+"And the murder of Henry Reamer. What proof--?"
+
+"Nothing the police would be interested in. It was the end-result of
+a cause they won't understand until my work is published and given
+study."
+
+He opened the door, looked around, smiled. "This is certainly a fine
+old building. I _must_ bring Nicholas with me the next time."
+
+With that, he was gone.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I found myself looking forward to his next visit. I looked and looked
+and a month passed and a tall, serious-faced youth came into the
+library and waited until I'd finished checking in Mrs. Garvey's returns.
+
+"I understand," he said, "that you have an immense store of local
+history in this library?"
+
+"The section by the south window."
+
+"Thank you." He peered at me through thick lenses. "Thank you Miss--"
+
+"--Hopstead."
+
+"Miss Hopstead. I am Nicholas Worthy. Possibly you knew a friend of
+mine. Professor Waits? I am carrying on his work."
+
+"Carrying on--? Did something happen to--?"
+
+"Oh. Then you didn't hear. It was most tragic. Professor Waits died of
+pneumonia. A great loss--a great loss."
+
+I was deeply shocked. My feeling was that of losing a close friend.
+"No, I hadn't heard. It must have been very sudden."
+
+"It was. He was advanced in years, you know, and after he fell,
+pneumonia set in quickly. They were unable to save him."
+
+"The Professor had an accident?"
+
+"Yes. He fell down the main staircase of the Reamer mansion and broke
+his hip."
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Produced by David Widger
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+
+INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG
+
+WORKS OF
+
+ALEXANDER POPE
+
+
+
+Compiled by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+ESSAY ON MAN
+
+##  THE ODYSSEY OF HOMER
+
+##  THE ILIAD OF HOMER
+
+AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM
+
+##  POETICAL WORKS OF ALEXANDER POPE, Vol. I
+
+##  POETICAL WORKS OF ALEXANDER POPE, Vol. II
+
+##  RAPE OF LOCK AND OTHER POEMS
+
+##  THE WORKS OF ALEXANDER POPE, Vol. 1
+
+##  THE WORKS OF ALEXANDER POPE, Vol. 2
+
+##  THE LETTERS OF ABELARD AND HELOISE
+
+THREE HOURS AFTER MARRIAGE
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES
+
+
+
+
+
+THE ODYSSEY OF HOMER
+Translated by Alexander Pope
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+	INTRODUCTION
+	THE ODYSSEY OF HOMER
+BOOK I 	MINERVA'S DESCENT TO ITHACA.
+BOOK II. 	THE COUNCIL OF ITHACA.
+BOOK III 	THE INTERVIEW OF TELEMACHUS AND NESTOR.
+BOOK IV. 	THE CONFERENCE WITH MENELAUS.
+BOOK V. 	THE DEPARTURE OF ULYSSES FROM CALYPSO
+BOOK VI.
+BOOK VII.
+BOOK VIII.
+BOOK IX. 	THE ADVENTURES OF THE CICONS, LOTOPHAGI AND CYCLOPS
+BOOK X. 	ADVENTURES WITH AEOLUS, THE LAESTRYGONS, AND CIRCE.
+BOOK XI. 	THE DESCENT INTO HELL.
+BOOK XII 	THE SIRENE, SCYLLA, AND CHARYBDIS.
+BOOK XIII 	THE ARRIVAL OF ULYSSES IN ITHACA.
+BOOK XIV. 	THE CONVERSATION WITH EUMAEUS.
+BOOK XV. 	THE RETURN OF TELEMACHUS.
+BOOK XVI. 	THE DISCOVERY OF ULYSSES TO TELEMACHUS.
+BOOK XVII.
+BOOK XVIII. 	THE FIGHT OF ULYSSES AND IRUS.
+BOOK XIX. 	THE DISCOVERY OF ULYSSES TO EURYCLEA.
+BOOK XX.
+BOOK XXI. 	THE BENDING OF ULYSSES' BOW.
+BOOK XXII. 	THE DEATH OF THE SUITORS.
+BOOK XXIII.
+BOOK XXIV.
+
+
+
+
+
+THE ILIAD OF HOMER
+Translated by Alexander Pope
+With notes by Theodore Alois Buckley
+CONTENTS
+INTRODUCTION.
+POPE'S PREFACE TO THE ILIAD OF HOMER
+BOOK I.
+BOOK II.
+BOOK III.
+BOOK IV.
+BOOK V.
+BOOK VI.
+BOOK VII.
+BOOK VIII.
+BOOK IX.
+BOOK X.
+BOOK XI.
+BOOK XII.
+BOOK XIII.
+BOOK XIV.
+BOOK XV.
+BOOK XVI.
+BOOK XVII.
+BOOK XVIII.
+BOOK XIX.
+BOOK XX.
+BOOK XXI.
+BOOK XXII.
+BOOK XXIII.
+BOOK XXIV.
+CONCLUDING NOTE.
+ILLUSTRATIONS
+HOMER INVOKING THE MUSE.
+MARS.
+MINERVA REPRESSING THE FURY OF ACHILLES.
+THE DEPARTURE OF BRISEIS FROM THE TENT OF ACHILLES.
+THETIS CALLING BRIAREUS TO THE ASSISTANCE OF JUPITER.
+THETIS ENTREATING JUPITER TO HONOUR ACHILLES.
+VULCAN.
+JUPITER.
+THE APOTHEOSIS OF HOMER.
+JUPITER SENDING THE EVIL DREAM TO AGAMEMNON.
+NEPTUNE.
+VENUS, DISGUISED, INVITING HELEN TO THE CHAMBER OF PARIS.
+VENUS PRESENTING HELEN TO PARIS.
+VENUS.
+Map, titled "Graeciae Antiquae".
+THE COUNCIL OF THE GODS.
+Map of the Plain of Troy.
+VENUS, WOUNDED IN THE HAND, CONDUCTED BY IRIS TO MARS.
+OTUS AND EPHIALTES HOLDING MARS CAPTIVE.
+DIOMED CASTING HIS SPEAR AT MARS.
+JUNO.
+HECTOR CHIDING PARIS.
+THE MEETING OF HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE.
+BOWS AND BOW CASE.
+IRIS.
+HECTOR AND AJAX SEPARATED BY THE HERALDS.
+GREEK AMPHORA�?"WINE VESSELS.
+JUNO AND MINERVA GOING TO ASSIST THE GREEKS.
+THE HOURS TAKING THE HORSES FROM JUNO'S CAR.
+THE SHIELD OF ACHILLES.
+PLUTO.
+THE EMBASSY TO ACHILLES.
+GREEK GALLEY.
+PROSERPINE.
+ACHILLES.
+DIOMED AND ULYSSES RETURNING WITH THE SPOILS OF RHESUS.
+THE DESCENT OF DISCORD.
+HERCULES.
+POLYDAMAS ADVISING HECTOR.
+GREEK ALTAR.
+NEPTUNE RISING FROM THE SEA.
+GREEK EARRINGS.
+SLEEP ESCAPING FROM THE WRATH OF JUPITER.
+GREEK SHIELD.
+BACCHUS.
+AJAX DEFENDING THE GREEK SHIPS.
+CASTOR AND POLLUX.
+Buckles.
+DIANA.
+SLEEP AND DEATH CONVEYING THE BODY OF SARPEDON TO LYCIA.
+�?SCULAPIUS.
+FIGHT FOR THE BODY OF PATROCLUS.
+VULCAN FROM AN ANTIQUE GEM.
+THETIS ORDERING THE NEREIDS TO DESCEND INTO THE SEA.
+JUNO COMMANDING THE SUN TO SET.
+TRIPOD.
+THETIS AND EURYNOME RECEIVING THE INFANT VULCAN.
+VULCAN AND CHARIS RECEIVING THETIS.
+THETIS BRINGING THE ARMOUR TO ACHILLES.
+HERCULES.
+THE GODS DESCENDING TO BATTLE.
+CENTAUR.
+ACHILLES CONTENDING WITH THE RIVERS.
+THE BATH.
+ANDROMACHE FAINTING ON THE WALL.
+THE FUNERAL PILE OF PATROCLUS.
+CERES.
+HECTOR'S BODY AT THE CAR OF ACHILLES.
+THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS.
+IRIS ADVISES PRIAM TO OBTAIN THE BODY OF HECTOR.
+FUNERAL OF HECTOR.
+
+
+
+
+
+THE POETICAL WORKS OF ALEXANDER POPE
+VOL. I.
+With Memoir, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes
+By George Gilfillan
+M.DCCC.LVI.
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+LIFE OF ALEXANDER POPE
+POPE'S POETICAL WORKS.
+PREFACE.[2]
+VARIATIONS IN THE AUTHOR'S MANUSCRIPT PREFACE.
+PASTORALS,
+SPRING � THE FIRST PASTORAL, OR DAMON.
+VARIATIONS
+SUMMER � THE SECOND PASTORAL, OR ALEXIS.
+VARIATIONS.
+AUTUMN. � THE THIRD PASTORAL, Or HYLAS AND �GON.
+VARIATIONS.
+WINTER. � THE FOURTH PASTORAL, OR DAPHNE.
+VARIATIONS.
+MESSIAH. � A SACRED ECLOGUE, IN IMITATION OF VIRGIL'S 'POLLIO.'
+AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM.
+Introduction.�That 'tis as great a fault to judge ill, as to write ill,
+THE RAPE OF THE LOCK:
+CANTO I.
+CANTO II.
+VARIATION.
+CANTO III.
+VARIATIONS.
+CANTO IV.
+VARIATION.
+CANTO V.
+VARIATIONS.
+ODE ON ST CECILIA'S DAY,
+TWO CHORUSES TO THE TRAGEDY OF BRUTUS.
+TO THE AUTHOR OF A POEM ENTITLED SUCCESSIO.[55]
+ODE ON SOLITUDE.[56]
+THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL.[57]
+ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY[58]
+PROLOGUE TO MR ADDISON'S TRAGEDY OF CATO.
+IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS.[60]
+I. CHAUCER.
+II. SPENSER.
+III. WALLER.
+ON A FAN OF THE AUTHOR'S DESIGN,
+IV. COWLEY.
+WEEPING.
+V. EARL OF ROCHESTER.
+VI. EARL OF DORSET.
+VII. DR SWIFT.
+THE TEMPLE OF FAME.
+ELOISA TO ABELARD.
+EPISTLE TO ROBERT EARL OF OXFORD AND EARL MORTIMER.[68]
+EPISTLE TO JAMES CRAGGS, ESQ., SECRETARY OF STATE.[69]
+EPISTLE TO MR JERVAS, WITH MR DRYDEN'S TRANSLATION OF FRESNOY'S 'ART OF PAINTING.'
+EPISTLE TO MISS BLOUNT, WITH THE WORKS OF VOITURE.[72]
+EPISTLE TO MRS TERESA BLOUNT. ON HER LEAVING THE TOWN AFTER THE CORONATION.[74]
+TO MRS M. B.[75] ON HER BIRTHDAY.
+TO MR THOMAS SOUTHERN,[76] ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 1742.
+VARIATION.
+TO MR JOHN MOORE, AUTHOR OF THE CELEBRATED WORM-POWDER.
+TO MR C.,[80] ST JAMES'S PLACE.
+EPITAPHS.
+AN ESSAY ON MAN: IN FOUR EPISTLES TO HENRY ST JOHN, LORD BOLINGBROKE.
+EPISTLE I. � OF THE NATURE AND STATE OF MAN WITH RESPECT TO THE UNIVERSE.
+EPISTLE II. � OF THE NATURE AND STATE OF MAN WITH RESPECT TO HIMSELF AS AN INDIVIDUAL.
+EPISTLE III. � OF THE NATURE AND STATE OF MAN WITH RESPECT TO SOCIETY.
+EPISTLE IV. � OF THE NATURE AND STATE OF MAN WITH RESPECT TO HAPPINESS.
+EPISTLE TO DR ARBUTHNOT; OR, PROLOGUE TO THE SATIRES.
+SATIRES AND EPISTLES OF HORACE IMITATED.
+THE FIRST EPISTLE OF THE SECOND BOOK OF HORACE.
+TO AUGUSTUS.[142]
+THE SECOND EPISTLE OF THE SECOND BOOK OF HORACE.
+BOOK I. EPISTLE VII. � IMITATED IN THE MANNER OF DR SWIFT.
+BOOK II. SATIRE VI. THE FIRST PART IMITATED IN THE YEAR 1714, BY DR SWIFT; THE LATTER PART ADDED AFTERWARDS.
+BOOK IV. ODE I. TO VENUS.
+THE SATIRES OF DR JOHN DONNE, DEAN OF ST PAUL'S,[171] VERSIFIED.
+EPILOGUE[177] TO THE SATIRES. IN TWO DIALOGUES. (WRITTEN IN MDCCXXXVIII.)
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+
+
+
+
+THE POETICAL WORKS OF ALEXANDER POPE
+With Memoir, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes,
+By George Gilfillan
+VOL. II.
+M.DCCC.LVI.
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+THE GENIUS AND POETRY OF POPE.
+MORAL ESSAYS.
+EPISTLE I.�TO SIR RICHARD TEMPLE, LORD COBHAM. OF THE KNOWLEDGE AND CHARACTERS OF MEN.
+EPISTLE III.[20]�TO ALLEN LORD BATHURST. OF THE USE OF RICHES.
+EPISTLE IV.�TO RICHARD BOYLE, EARL OF BURLINGTON. OF THE USE OF RICHES.
+EPISTLE V. TO MR ADDISON. OCCASIONED BY HIS DIALOGUES ON MEDALS.[54]
+TRANSLATIONS AND IMITATIONS. SAPPHO TO PHAON. FROM THE FIFTEENTH OF OVID'S EPISTLES.
+THE FABLE OF DRYOPE.[56] FROM THE NINTH BOOK OF OVID'S METAMORPHOSES.
+VERTUMNUS AND POMONA, FROM THE FOURTEENTH BOOK OF OVID'S METAMORPHOSES.
+THE FIRST BOOK OF STATIUS'S THEBAIS. TRANSLATED IN THE YEAR 1703.
+JANUARY AND MAY. FROM CHAUCER.[58]
+THE WIFE OF BATH, HER PROLOGUE. FROM CHAUCER.
+PROLOGUE AND EPILOGUES
+A PROLOGUE TO A PLAY FOR MR DENNIS'S BENEFIT, IN 1733, WHEN HE WAS OLD, BLIND, AND IN GREAT DISTRESS, A LITTLE BEFORE HIS DEATH.
+PROLOGUE TO MR ADDISON'S 'CATO.'
+PROLOGUE TO THOMSON'S 'SOPHONISBA.'[59]
+PROLOGUE, DESIGNED FOR MR D'URFEY'S LAST PLAY.
+PROLOGUE TO 'THE THREE HOURS AFTER MARRIAGE'
+EPILOGUE TO MR ROWE'S 'JANE SHORE.' DESIGNED FOR MRS OLDFIELD.
+MISCELLANIES
+THE BASSET-TABLE.[62] AN ECLOGUE.
+LINES ON RECEIVING FROM THE EIGHT HON. THE LADY FRANCES SHIRLEY[63] A STANDISH AND TWO PENS.
+VERBATIM FROM BOILEAU. UN JOUR DIT UN AUTEUR, ETC.
+ANSWER TO THE FOLLOWING QUESTION OF MRS HOWE.
+OCCASIONED BY SOME VERSES OF HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
+MACER: A CHARACTER.
+SONG, BY A PERSON OF QUALITY, WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1733.
+ON A CERTAIN LADY AT COURT.
+ON HIS GROTTO AT TWICKENHAM, COMPOSED OF MARBLES, SPARS, GEMS, ORES, AND MINERALS.
+ROXANA, OR THE DRAWING-ROOM. AN ECLOGUE.
+TO LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE.
+EXTEMPORANEOUS LINES ON A PORTRAIT OF LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE, PAINTED BY KNELLER.
+LINES SUNG BY DURASTANTI, WHEN SHE TOOK LEAVE OF THE ENGLISH STAGE.
+UPON THE DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH'S HOUSE AT WOODSTOCK.
+VERSES LEFT BY MR POPE. ON HIS LYING IN THE SAME BED WHICH WILMOT, THE CELEBRATED EARL OF ROCHESTER, SLEPT IN AT ADDERBURY, THEN BELONGING TO THE DUKE OF ARGYLL, JULY 9, 1739.
+THE CHALLENGE, A COURT BALLAD. TO THE TUNE OF 'TO ALL YOU LADIES NOW AT LAND.'
+THE THREE GENTLE SHEPHERDS.
+EPIGRAM, ENGRAVED ON THE COLLAR OF A DOG WHICH I GAVE TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS.
+THE TRANSLATOR.
+THE LOOKING-GLASS. ON MRS PULTENEY.[81]
+A FAREWELL TO LONDON IN THE YEAR 1715.
+SANDYS' GHOST;[82] OR, A PROPER NEW BALLAD ON THE NEW OVID'S METAMORPHOSES: AS IT WAS INTENDED TO BE TRANSLATED BY PERSONS OF QUALITY.
+UMBRA.[85]
+SYLVIA, A FRAGMENT.
+IMPROMPTU TO LADY WINCHELSEA. OCCASIONED BY FOUR SATIRICAL VERSES ON WOMEN WITS, IN 'THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.'
+EPIGRAM.
+EPIGRAM ON THE FEUDS ABOUT HANDEL AND BONONCINI.
+ON MRS TOFTS, A CELEBRATED OPERA SINGER.
+THE BALANCE OF EUROPE.
+EPITAPH ON LORD CONINGSBY.
+EPIGRAM.
+EPIGRAM FROM THE FRENCH.
+EPITAPH ON GAY.
+EPIGRAM ON THE TOASTS OF THE KIT-CAT CLUB, ANNO 1716.
+TO A LADY, WITH THE 'TEMPLE OF FAME.'
+ON THE COUNTESS OF BURLINGTON CUTTING PAPER.
+ON DRAWINGS OF THE STATUES OF APOLLO, VENUS, AND HERCULES, MADE FOR POPE BY SIR GODFREY KNELLER.
+ON BENTLEY'S 'MILTON.'
+LINES WRITTEN IN WINDSOR FOREST.
+TO ERINNA.
+A DIALOGUE.
+ODE TO QUINBUS FLESTRIN, THE MAN MOUNTAIN,[87] BY TITTY TIT, POET-LAUREATE TO HIS MAJESTY OF LILLIPUT. TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH.
+THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE LOSS OF GRILDRIG. A PASTORAL.
+TO MR LEMUEL GULLIVER, THE GRATEFUL ADDRESS OF THE UNHAPPY HOUYHNHNMS, NOW IN SLAVERY AND BONDAGE IN ENGLAND.
+MARY GULLIVER TO CAPTAIN LEMUEL GULLIVER. AN EPISTLE.
+1740. A FRAGMENT OF A POEM.
+THE FOURTH EPISTLE OF THE FIRST BOOK OF HORACE.[128]
+EPIGRAM ON ONE WHO MADE LONG EPITAPHS.[129]
+ON AN OLD GATE. ERECTED IN CHISWICK GARDENS.
+A FRAGMENT.
+TO MR GAY, WHO HAD CONGRATULATED POPE ON FINISHING HIS HOUSE AND GARDENS.
+ARGUS.
+PRAYER OF BRUTUS. FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.
+LINES ON A GROTTO, AT CRUX-EASTON, HANTS.
+THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER, DEO OPT. MAX.
+THE DUNCIAD. IN FOUR BOOKS.
+A LETTER TO THE PUBLISHER, OCCASIONED BY THE FIRST CORRECT EDITION OF THE DUNCIAD.
+MARTINUS SCRIBLERUS HIS PROLEGOMENA AND ILLUSTRATIONS TO THE DUNCIAD: WITH THE HYPERCRITICS OF ARISTARCHUS.
+TESTIMONIES OF AUTHORS CONCERNING OUR POET AND HIS WORKS.
+THE DUNCIAD:[234] BOOK THE FIRST. TO DR JONATHAN SWIFT.
+BOOK THE SECOND.
+BOOK THE THIRD.
+BOOK THE FOURTH.
+BY THE AUTHOR. A DECLARATION.
+APPENDIX TO THE DUNCIAD.
+INDEX OF PERSONS CELEBRATED IN THIS POEM.
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+
+
+
+
+THE RAPE OF THE LOCK AND OTHER POEMS
+Edited with introduction and notes by Thomas Marc Parrott
+CONTENTS
+Preface
+Introduction
+Chief Dates in Pope's Life
+The Rape of the Lock
+An Essay on Criticism
+Contents (tabulated)
+An Essay on Criticism
+An Essay on Man, Epistle I
+The Design
+Argument of Epistle I (tabulated)
+Epistle I
+An Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot
+Advertisement to the First Publication
+Epistle to Dr Arbuthnot
+Ode on Solitude
+The Descent of Dullness (from The Dunciad, Book IV)
+Epitaph on Gay
+NOTES ON:
+The Rape of the Lock
+An Essay on Criticism
+An Essay on Man, Epistle I
+An Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot
+An Ode on Solitude
+The Descent of Dullness
+The Epitaph on Gay
+Appendix: First Edition of the Rape of the Lock
+
+
+
+
+
+THE WORKS ALEXANDER POPE.
+WITH INTRODUCTIONS AND NOTES BY WHITWELL ELWIN.
+VOL. I.
+POETRY
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+PAGE 	Catalogue of Pope's collected Editions of his Works
+vii 	Pope's Memorial List of Relations and Friends
+ix 	Advertisement of Warburton To his Edition of Pope's Works
+xi 	Introduction
+xv
+
+
+
+The Author's Preface 1
+Recommendatory Poems 17
+Translations 	37
+The First Book of Statius's Thebais 	41
+Sappho To Phaon from Ovid 	87
+The Fable of Dryope from Ovid 	104
+Vertumnus and Pomona from Ovid 	108
+January and May, from Chaucer 	113
+The Wife of Bath, from Chaucer 	155
+The Temple of Fame 	185
+Pastorals 	231
+Discourse of Pastoral Poetry 	257 	1.
+Spring, to Sir William Trumbull 	265 	2.
+Summer to Dr. Garth 	276 	3.
+Autumn to Mr. Wycherley 	285 	4.
+Winter, to the Memory of Mrs. Tempest 	292
+Messiah, a Sacred Eclogue 	301
+Windsor Forest 	319
+
+
+
+
+
+THE WORKS OF ALEXANDER POPE
+With Introductions And Notes Whitwell Elwin
+POETRY--VOL. II.
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM.
+APPENDIX.
+THE COMMENTARY AND NOTES OF W. WARBURTON ON THE ESSAY ON CRITICISM.
+RAPE OF THE LOCK.
+ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY.
+ELOISA TO ABELARD.
+AN ESSAY ON MAN.
+THE ARGUMENT.
+THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.
+APPENDIX.
+NOTES on "An Essay on Man".
+NOTES OF W. WARBURTON ON THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.
+FOOTNOTES.
+
+
+
+
+
+LETTERS OF ABELARD AND HELOISE.
+To Which Is Prefix'd A Particular Account Of Their Lives, Amours, And Misfortunes.
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+The History of Abelard and Heloise
+LETTERS.
+I. Abelard to Philintus.
+II. Heloise to Abelard.
+III. Abelard to Heloise.
+IV. Heloise to Abelard.
+V. Heloise to Abelard.
+VI. Abelard to Heloise.
+VII. Eloisa to Abelard. A poem. by Mr. Pope.
+VIII. Abelard to Eloisa. A poem. by Mrs. Madan.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+Produced by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG
+
+WORKS OF
+
+JOHN BURROUGHS
+
+
+
+Compiled by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+##  BIRDS AND BEES, SHARP EYES AND OTHERS
+
+##  WAKE-ROBIN
+
+##  WINTER SUNSHINE
+
+##  IRDS AND POETS
+
+##  TIME AND CHANGE
+
+##  LOCUSTS AND WILD HONEY
+
+##  MY BOYHOOD
+
+JOHN JAMES AUDUBON
+
+##  PEPACTON
+
+##  IN THE CATSKILLS
+
+##  THE BREATH OF LIFE
+
+##  THE LAST HARVEST
+
+##  THE WIT OF A DUCK AND OTHERS
+
+##  SQUIRRELS AND OTHER FUR-BEARERS
+
+##  BIRD STORIES FROM BURROUGHS
+
+##  UNDER THE MAPLES
+
+##  WAYS OF NATURE
+
+##  WHITMAN
+
+##  A YEAR IN THE FIELDS
+
+##  CAMPING & TRAMPING WITH ROOSEVELT
+
+##  WAKE-ROBIN, Illustrated
+
+##  FRESH FIELDS
+
+##  RIVERBY
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES
+
+
+
+
+
+BIRDS AND BEES, SHARP EYES, AND OTHER PAPERS
+By John Burroughs
+With An Introduction By Mary E. Burt
+And A Biographical Sketch
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+INTRODUCTION.
+BIRDS.
+BIRD ENEMIES.
+THE TRAGEDIES OF THE NESTS
+BEES.
+AN IDYL OF THE HONEY-BEE.
+THE PASTORAL BEES
+SHARP EYES AND OTHER PAPERS
+SHARP EYES.
+THE APPLE.
+A TASTE OF MAINE BIRCH.
+WINTER NEIGHBORS.
+NOTES BY THE WAY.
+I. THE WEATHER-WISE MUSKRAT
+II. CHEATING THE SQUIRRELS.
+III. FOX AND HOUND.
+IV. THE WOODCHUCK
+
+
+
+
+
+WAKE-ROBIN
+THE WRITINGS OF JOHN BURROUGHS
+With Portraits And Many Illustrations
+VOL. I
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+  	INTRODUCTION TO RIVERSIDE EDITION
+I.   	THE RETURN OF THE BIRDS
+II.   	IN THE HEMLOCKS
+III.   	THE ADIRONDACKS
+IV.   	BIRDS'-NESTS
+V.   	SPRING AT THE CAPITAL
+VI.   	BIRCH BROWSINGS
+VII.   	THE BLUEBIRD
+VIII.   	THE INVITATION
+  	INDEX
+
+
+
+
+
+THE WRITINGS OF JOHN BURROUGHS
+VOL. II
+WINTER SUNSHINE
+By John Burroughs
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+	PREFATORY
+	WINTER SUNSHINE
+I 	WINTER SUNSHINE
+II 	THE EXHILARATIONS OF THE ROAD
+III 	THE SNOW-WALKERS
+IV 	THE FOX
+V 	A MARCH CHRONICLE
+VI 	AUTUMN TIDES
+VII 	THE APPLE
+VIII 	AN OCTOBER ABROAD
+	INDEX
+
+
+
+
+
+BIRDS AND POETS
+WITH OTHER PAPERS
+THE WRITINGS OF JOHN BURROUGHS, VOL. III
+By John Burroughs
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+PREFACE
+
+BIRDS AND POETS
+I. 	BIRDS AND POETS
+II. 	TOUCHES OF NATURE
+III. 	A BIRD MEDLEY
+IV. 	APRIL
+V. 	SPRING POEMS
+VI. 	OUR RURAL DIVINITY
+VII. 	BEFORE GENIUS
+VIII.     	BEFORE BEAUTY
+IX. 	EMERSON
+X. 	THE FLIGHT OF THE EAGLE
+
+
+
+
+
+TIME AND CHANGE
+By John Burroughs
+1912
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+	PREFACE
+	TIME AND CHANGE
+I 	THE LONG ROAD
+II 	THE DIVINE ABYSS
+III 	THE SPELL OF THE YOSEMITE
+IV 	THROUGH THE EYES OF THE GEOLOGIST
+V 	HOLIDAYS IN HAWAII
+VI 	THE OLD ICE-FLOOD
+VII 	THE FRIENDLY SOIL
+VIII 	PRIMAL ENERGIES
+IX 	SCIENTIFIC FAITH
+X 	"THE WORM STRIVING TO BE MAN"
+XI 	THE PHANTOMS BEHIND US
+XII 	THE HAZARDS OF THE PAST
+XIII 	THE GOSPEL OF NATURE
+
+
+
+
+
+THE WRITINGS OF JOHN BURROUGHS
+VOL. IV
+LOCUSTS AND WILD HONEY
+CONTENTS
+I. 	THE PASTORAL BEES
+II. 	SHARP EYES
+III. 	STRAWBERRIES
+IV. 	IS IT GOING TO RAIN?
+V. 	SPECKLED TROUT
+VI. 	BIRDS AND BIRDS
+VII. 	A BED OF BOUGHS
+VIII. 	BIRDS'-NESTING
+IX. 	THE HALCYON IN CANADA
+  	INDEX
+LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
+JOHN BURROUGHS
+From a photograph
+WHIP-POOR WILL
+From a drawing by L. A. Fuertes
+TROUT STREAM
+From a photograph by Herbert W. Gleason
+YELLOW BIRCHES
+From a photograph by Herbert W. Gleason
+LEDGES
+From a photograph by Herbert W. Gleason
+KINGFISHER (colored)
+From a drawing by L. A. Fuertes
+
+
+
+
+
+MY BOYHOOD
+By John Burroughs
+With A Conclusion By His Son Julian Burroughs
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+FOREWORD
+MY BOYHOOD, BY JOHN BURROUGHS
+MY FATHER, BY JULIAN BURROUGHS
+
+
+
+
+
+PEPACTON
+THE WRITINGS OF JOHN BURROUGHS
+VOL. V
+By John Burroughs
+CONTENTS
+	PREFACE
+	PEPACTON
+I. 	A SUMMER VOYAGE
+II. 	SPRINGS
+III. 	AN IDYL OF THE HONEY-BEE
+IV. 	NATURE AND THE POETS
+V. 	NOTES BY THE WAY
+VI. 	FOOTPATHS
+VII. 	A BUNCH OF HERBS
+VIII. 	WINTER PICTURES
+	INDEX
+
+
+
+
+
+IN THE CATSKILLS
+By John Burroughs
+
+
+With Illustrations From Photographs By Clifton Johnson
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+	INTRODUCTION
+I 	THE SNOW-WALKERS
+II 	A WHITE DAY AND A RED FOX
+III 	PHASES OF FARM LIFE
+IV 	IN THE HEMLOCKS
+V 	BIRDS'-NESTS
+VI 	THE HEART OF THE SOUTHERN CATSKILLS
+VII 	SPECKLED TROUT
+VIII 	A BED OF BOUGHS
+ILLUSTRATIONS
+A DISTANT VIEW OF SLIDE MOUNTAIN   Frontispiece
+THE FOX-HUNTER AND HIS HOUND
+AT THE HEADWATERS OF THE DELAWARE
+Overlooking Mr. Burroughs's boyhood home
+FINDING A BIRD'S-NEST
+THE WITTENBERG FROM WOODLAND VALLEY
+A TROUT STREAM
+THE BEAVERKILL
+SOME PEOPLE OF THE CATSKILLS
+I. 	The Breath of Life 	1
+II. 	The Living Wave 	24
+III. 	A Wonderful World 	46
+IV. 	The Baffling Problem 	71
+V. 	Scientific Vitalism 	104
+VI. 	A Bird of Passage 	115
+VII. 	Life and Mind 	131
+VIII. 	Life and Science 	159
+IX. 	The Journeying Atoms 	188
+X. 	The Vital Order 	212
+XI. 	The Arrival of the Fit 	244
+XII. 	The Naturalist's View of Life 	254
+Index 	291
+
+
+
+
+
+THE LAST HARVEST
+By John Burroughs
+CONTENTS
+I. 	  	Emerson and his Journals 	1
+II. 	  	Flies in Amber 	86
+III. 	  	Another Word on Thoreau 	103
+IV. 	  	A Critical Glance into Darwin 	172
+V. 	  	What makes a Poem? 	201
+VI. 	  	Short Studies in Contrasts: 	218
+	  	The Transient and the Permanent 	218
+	  	Positive and Negative 	219
+	  	Palm and Fist 	220
+	  	Praise and Flattery 	221
+	  	Genius and Talent 	222
+	  	Invention and Discovery 	223
+	  	Town and Country 	226
+VII. 	  	Day by Day 	230
+VIII. 	  	Gleanings 	250
+IX. 	  	Sundown Papers: 	264
+	  	Re-reading Bergson 	264
+	  	Revisions 	266
+	  	Bergson and Telepathy 	267
+	  	Meteoric Men and Planetary Men 	270
+	  	The Daily Papers 	272
+	  	The Alphabet 	275
+	  	The Reds of Literature 	276
+	  	The Evolution of Evolution 	279
+	  	Following One's Bent 	280
+	  	Notes on the Psychology of Old Age 	281
+	  	Facing the Mystery 	285
+	  	Index 	291
+
+
+
+
+
+THE WIT OF A DUCK
+AND OTHER PAPERS
+By John Burroughs
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+I. 	The Wit of a Duck 	5
+II. 	An Astonished Porcupine 	10
+III. 	Human Traits in the Animals 	14
+IV. 	The Downy Woodpecker 	22
+V. 	A Barn-Door Outlook 	27
+VI. 	Wild Life in Winter 	47
+VII. 	Bird Life in Winter 	54
+VIII. 	A Birds' Free Lunch 	63
+IX. 	Bird-Nesting Time 	70
+X. 	A Breath of April 	77
+XI. 	The Woodcock's Evening Hymn 	83
+XII. 	The Coming of Summer 	89
+
+
+
+
+
+SQUIRRELS AND OTHER FUR-BEARERS
+By John Burroughs
+With Fifteen Illustrations In Colors After Audubon
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+CHAP. 		PAGE
+I. 	Squirrels 	1
+II. 	The Chipmunk 	15
+III. 	The Woodchuck 	32
+IV. 	The Rabbit and the Hare 	38
+V. 	The Muskrat 	43
+VI. 	The Skunk 	48
+VII. 	The Fox 	53
+VIII. 	The Weasel 	72
+IX. 	The Mink 	90
+X. 	The Raccoon 	94
+XI. 	The Porcupine 	98
+XII. 	The Opossum 	106
+XIII. 	Wild Mice 	111
+XIV. 	Glimpses of Wild Life 	125
+XV. 	A Life of Fear 	135
+Index 	145
+LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
+	PAGE
+Red Fox (page 53) (From a photograph by Wm. Lyman Underwood, Belmont, Mass.) Frontispiece
+Flying Squirrel 	4
+Gray Squirrel 	8
+Chipmunk 	18
+Woodchuck 	34
+Gray Rabbit 	40
+Muskrat 	46
+Skunk 	50
+Weasel 	74
+Mink 	90
+Raccoon 	96
+Porcupine 	102
+Opossum 	108
+White-footed Mouse 	112
+Jumping Mouse 	120
+Red Squirrel 	136
+
+
+
+
+
+BIRD STORIES FROM BURROUGHS
+Sketches Of Bird Life Taken From The Works Of John Burroughs
+With Illustrations By Louis Agassiz Fuertes
+CONTENTS
+The Bluebird 	1
+The Bluebird (poem) 	13
+The Robin 	15
+The Flicker 	21
+The Ph�be 	28
+The Coming of Ph�be (poem) 	31
+The Cowbird 	33
+The Chipping Sparrow 	36
+The Chewink 	39
+The Brown Thrasher 	42
+The House Wren 	47
+The Song Sparrow 	53
+The Chimney Swift 	61
+The Oven-Bird 	69
+The Catbird 	72
+The Bobolink 	77
+The Bobolink (poem) 	82
+The Wood Thrush 	83
+The Baltimore Oriole 	91
+The Whip-poor-will 	95
+The Black-throated Blue Warbler: A Search for
+a Rare Nest 	100
+The Marsh Hawk: A Marsh Hawk's Nest, a Young
+Hawk, and a Visit to a Quail on her Nest 	106[vi]
+The Winter Wren 	119
+The Cedar-Bird 	122
+The Goldfinch 	125
+The Hen-Hawk 	130
+The Ruffed Grouse, or Partridge 	133
+The Partridge (poem) 	137
+The Crow 	138
+The Crow (poem) 	144
+The Northern Shrike 	147
+The Screech Owl 	151
+The Chickadee 	157
+The Downy Woodpecker 	161
+The Downy Woodpecker (poem) 	169
+Index 	173
+ILLUSTRATIONS
+Goldfinch (in color). (page 125) 	Frontispiece
+A Pair of Bluebirds 	8
+Flicker (in color) 	22
+Chewink, Male and Female (in color) 	40
+Wood Thrush 	84
+Baltimore Oriole, Male and Female 	92
+Whip-poor-will 	96
+Downy Woodpecker (in color) 	162
+
+
+
+
+
+UNDER THE MAPLES
+By John Burroughs
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+I. 	The Falling Leaves 	1
+II. 	The Pleasures of a Naturalist 	11
+III. 	The Flight of Birds 	32
+IV. 	Bird Intimacies 	39
+V. 	A Midsummer Idyl 	69
+VI. 	Near Views of Wild Life 	79
+VII. 	With Roosevelt at Pine Knot 	101
+VIII. 	A Strenuous Holiday 	109
+IX. 	Under Genial Skies 	127
+I. 	A Sun-Blessed Land 	127
+II. 	Lawn Birds 	129
+III. 	Silken Chambers 	132
+IV. 	The Desert Note 	143
+V. 	Sea-Dogs 	148
+X. 	A Sheaf of Nature Notes 	152
+I. 	Nature's Wireless 	152
+II. 	Maeterlinck on the Bee 	156
+III. 	Odd or Even 	163
+IV. 	Why and How 	165
+V. 	An Insoluble Problem 	167
+VI. 	A Live World 	169
+VII. 	Darwinism and the War 	172
+VIII. 	The Robin 	175
+IX. 	The Weasel 	177
+X. 	Misinterpreting Nature 	179
+XI. 	Natural Sculpture 	181
+XI. 	viiiRuminations 	184
+I. 	Man a Part of Nature 	184
+II. 	Marcus Aurelius on Death 	185
+III. 	The Interpreter of Nature 	186
+IV. 	Original Source 	190
+V. 	The Cosmic Harmony 	191
+VI. 	Cosmic Rhythms 	193
+VII. 	The Beginnings of Life 	194
+VIII. 	Spendthrift Nature 	195
+XII. 	New Gleanings in Field and Wood 	197
+I. 	Sunrise 	197
+II. 	Nature's Methods 	199
+III. 	Heads and Tails 	205
+IV. 	An Unsavory Subject 	206
+V. 	Chance in Animal Life 	208
+VI. 	Mosquitoes and Fleas 	210
+VII.
+
+The Change of Climate in Southern California
+	210
+VIII. 	All-Seeing Nature 	212
+Index 	217
+
+
+
+
+
+WAYS OF NATURE
+By John Burroughs
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+  	  	  	PAGE
+I. 	  	Ways of Nature 	1
+II. 	  	Bird-Songs 	29
+III. 	  	Nature with Closed Doors 	47
+IV. 	  	The Wit of a Duck 	53
+V. 	  	Factors in Animal Life 	59
+VI. 	  	Animal Communication 	87
+VII. 	  	Devious Paths 	109
+VIII. 	  	What do Animals Know? 	123
+IX. 	  	Do Animals Think and Reflect? 	151
+X. 	  	A Pinch of Salt 	173
+XI. 	  	The Literary Treatment of Nature 	191
+XII. 	  	A Beaver's Reason 	209
+XIII. 	  	Reading the Book of Nature 	231
+XIV. 	  	Gathered by the Way
+  	I. 	THE TRAINING OF WILD ANIMALS 	239
+  	II. 	AN ASTONISHED PORCUPINE 	242
+  	III. 	BIRDS AND STRINGS 	246
+  	IV. 	MIMICRY 	248
+  	V. 	THE COLORS OF FRUITS 	251
+  	VI. 	INSTINCT 	254
+  	VII. 	THE ROBIN 	261
+  	VIII. 	THE CROW 	265
+  	  	Index 	273
+
+
+
+
+
+WHITMAN
+A STUDY
+By John Burroughs
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+  	page
+Preliminary 	1
+Biographical and Personal 	23
+His Ruling Ideas and Aims 	73
+His Self-Reliance 	85
+His Relation to Art and Literature 	101
+His Relation to Life and Morals 	169
+His Relation to Culture 	205
+His Relation to his Country and his Times 	229
+His Relation to Science 	249
+His Relation to Religion 	257
+A Final Word 	263
+
+
+
+
+
+A YEAR IN THE FIELDS
+Selections From The Writings Of John Burroughs
+Illustrations From Photographs By Clifton Johnson
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+  	  	PAGE
+John Burroughs: a Biographical Sketch 	vii
+I. 	A Snow-storm 	1
+II. 	Winter Neighbors 	13
+III. 	A Spring Relish 	41
+IV. 	April 	67
+V. 	Birch Browsings 	85
+VI. 	A Bunch of Herbs.
+  	    Fragrant Wild Flowers 	125
+  	    Weeds 	135
+VII. 	Autumn Tides 	159
+VIII. 	A Sharp Lookout 	179
+LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
+  	PAGE
+A Hawk in Sight 	Frontispiece
+Riverby, Mr. Burroughs's Home on the Hudson 	viii
+"Slabsides" 	x
+Tracks in the Snow 	2
+The Study 	8
+Out for a Walk 	14
+The Old Apple-tree 	18
+Winter at Riverby on the Hudson 	26
+Wood for the Study Fire 	38
+An Evening in Spring 	42
+At the Study Door 	50
+A Woodland Brook 	62
+An April Day 	70
+The Home of a Spider 	86
+A Bird Song 	98
+In the Woods 	122
+Picking Wild Flowers 	134
+A Flower in a Woodland Roadway 	146
+A Stalwart Weed 	156
+Among the Rocks 	160
+On the Edge of a Catskill "Sugar Bush" 	166
+A Catskill Roadway 	182
+Beechnuts 	194
+    (Mr. Burroughs's Boyhood Home seen in the distance.)
+By the Study Fire 	206
+
+
+
+
+
+CAMPING and TRAMPING WITH ROOSEVELT
+WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
+By John Burroughs
+ILLUSTRATIONS
+  	PAGE
+The President on Glacier Point, Yosemite Valley 	Frontispiece
+Arrival at Gardiner, Montana 	10
+The President, Mr. Burroughs and Secretary Loeb 	24
+The President in the Bear Country 	38
+Mr. Burroughs's Favorite Pastime 	50
+Sunrise in the Yellowstone 	64
+The President on a Trail 	72
+The President's Home on Sagamore Hill, showing addition known as the Trophy Room 	82
+A Bit of Woodland on the Slope towards Oyster Bay 	88
+A Path in the Woods leading to Cold Spring Harbor 	92
+A Yearling in the Apple Orchard 	98
+Hallway, Sagamore Hill 	106
+
+
+
+
+
+WAKE-ROBIN, Illustrated
+By John Burroughs
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+PAGE
+I. 	The Return of the Birds 	9
+II. 	In the Hemlocks 	47
+III. 	Adirondac 	83
+IV. 	Birds�-nests 	109
+V. 	Spring at the Capital 	145
+VI. 	Birch Browsings 	177
+VII. 	The Bluebird 	211
+VIII. 	The Invitation 	225
+
+
+
+
+
+FRESH FIELDS
+By John Burroughs
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+PAGE
+I. 	Nature in England 	1
+II. 	English Woods: A Contrast 	35
+III. 	In Carlyle's Country 	45
+IV. 	A Hunt for the Nightingale 	77
+V. 	English and American Song-Birds 	113
+VI. 	Impressions of some English Birds 	131
+VII. 	In Wordsworth's Country 	147
+VIII. 	A Glance at British Wild Flowers 	159
+IX. 	British Fertility 	175
+X. 	A Sunday in Cheyne Row 	199
+XI. 	At Sea 	267
+  	Index 	277
+
+
+
+
+
+RIVERBY
+By John Burroughs
+CONTENTS
+PAGE
+I. 	Among the Wild-Flowers 	1
+II. 	The Heart of the Southern Catskills 	33
+III. 	Birds' Eggs 	61
+IV. 	Bird Courtship 	77
+V. 	Notes from the Prairie 	87
+VI. 	Eye-Beams 	111
+VII. 	A Young Marsh Hawk 	133
+VIII. 	The Chipmunk 	145
+IX. 	Spring Jottings 	155
+X. 	Glimpses of Wild Life 	171
+XI. 	A Life of Fear 	193
+XII. 	Lovers of Nature 	203
+XIII. 	A Taste of Kentucky Blue-Grass 	221
+XIV. 	In Mammoth Cave 	241
+XV. 	Hasty Observation 	251
+XVI. 	Bird Life in an Old Apple-Tree 	271
+XVII. 	The Ways of Sportsmen 	277
+XVIII. 	Talks with Young Observers 	283
+  	Index 	317
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Produced by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG
+
+WORKS OF
+
+ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER
+
+
+
+Compiled by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+##  THE ART OF LITERATURE
+
+##  COUNSELS AND MAXIMS
+
+##  THE ART OF CONTROVERSY
+
+##  STUDIES IN PESSIMISM
+
+##  ON HUMAN NATURE
+
+##  THE WISDOM OF LIFE
+
+##  RELIGION, A DIALOGUE, ETC.
+
+##  ESSAYS OF SCHOPENHAUER
+
+##  THE WORLD AS WILL AND IDEA (Vol. 1 of 3)
+
+##  THE WORLD AS WILL AND IDEA (Vol. 2 of 3)
+
+##  THE WORLD AS WILL AND IDEA (Vol. 3 of 3)
+
+##  THE BASIS OF MORALITY
+
+##  SUFFICIENT REASON, and, ON THE WILL IN NATURE
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES
+
+
+
+
+
+THE ESSAYS OF ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER: THE ART OF LITERATURE
+Arthur Schopenhauer
+Translated By T. Bailey Saunders
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+THE ART OF LITERATURE.
+TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE.
+ON AUTHORSHIP.
+ON STYLE.
+ON THE STUDY OF LATIN.
+ON MEN OF LEARNING.
+ON THINKING FOR ONESELF.
+ON CRITICISM.
+ON REPUTATION.
+ON GENIUS.
+
+
+
+
+
+THE ESSAYS OF
+
+ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER: COUNSELS AND MAXIMS
+By Arthur Schopenhauer
+Translated By T. Bailey Saunders
+CONTENTS
+INTRODUCTION.
+CHAPTER I. � GENERAL RULES.
+SECTION 1.
+SECTION 2. To estimate a man's condition in regard to happiness, it is
+SECTION 3. Care should be taken not to build the happiness of life
+CHAPTER II. � OUR RELATION TO OURSELVES.�
+SECTION 4.
+SECTION 5. Another important element in the wise conduct of life is to
+SECTION 6. Limitations always make for happiness. We are happy in
+SECTION 7. Whether we are in a pleasant or a painful state depends,
+SECTION 8. To live a life that shall be entirely prudent and discreet,
+SECTION 9. To be self-sufficient, to be all in all to oneself, to
+SECTION 10. Envy is natural to man; and still, it is at once a vice
+SECTION 11. Give mature and repeated consideration to any plan before
+SECTION 12.
+SECTION 13. In all matters affecting our weal or woe, we should be
+SECTION 14. The sight of things which do not belong to us is very apt
+SECTION 15. The things which engage our attention�whether they are
+SECTION 16. We must set limits to our wishes, curb our desires,
+SECTION 17. Life consists in movement, says Aristotle; and he is
+SECTION 18. A man should avoid being led on by the phantoms of his
+SECTION 19. The preceding rule may be taken as a special case of the
+SECTION 20. In the first part of this work I have insisted upon the
+CHAPTER III. � OUR RELATION TO OTHERS.�
+SECTION 22. It is astonishing how easily and how quickly similarity,
+SECTION 23. No man can see over his own height. Let me explain what
+SECTION 24. I feel respect for the man�and he is one in a
+SECTION 25. La Rochefoucauld makes the striking remark that it is
+SECTION 26. Most men are so thoroughly subjective that nothing really
+SECTION 27. When any wrong statement is made, whether in public or
+SECTION 28. Men are like children, in that, if you spoil them, they
+SECTION 29. It is often the case that people of noble character and
+SECTION 30. No man is so formed that he can be left entirely to
+SECTION 31. A man bears the weight of his own body without knowing it,
+SECTION 32. When he is young, a man of noble character fancies that
+SECTION 33. As paper-money circulates in the world instead of real
+SECTION 34. A man must be still a greenhorn in the ways of the
+SECTION 35. Our trust in other people often consists in great measure
+SECTION 36. Politeness,�which the Chinese hold to be a cardinal
+SECTION 37. You ought never to take any man as a model for what you
+SECTION 38. Never combat any man's opinion; for though you reached the
+SECTION 39. If you want your judgment to be accepted, express it
+SECTION 40. Even when you are fully justified in praising yourself,
+SECTION 41. If you have reason to suspect that a person is telling you
+SECTION 42. You should regard all your private affairs as secrets,
+SECTION 43. Money is never spent to so much advantage as when you have
+SECTION 44. If possible, no animosity should be felt for anyone. But
+SECTION 45. To speak angrily to a person, to show your hatred by
+SECTION 46. To speak without emphasizing your words�parler sans
+CHAPTER IV. � WORLDLY FORTUNE.�
+SECTION 48. An ancient writer says, very truly, that there are three
+SECTION 49. That Time works great changes, and that all things are
+SECTION 50. In the daily affairs of life, you will have very many
+SECTION 51. Whatever fate befalls you, do not give way to great
+SECTION 52. What people commonly call Fate is, as a general rule,
+SECTION 53. Courage comes next to prudence as a quality of mind very
+CHAPTER V. � THE AGES OF LIFE.
+
+
+
+
+
+THE ESSAYS OF ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER:
+
+THE ART OF CONTROVERSY
+By Arthur Schopenhauer
+Translated By T. Bailey Saunders
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE.
+THE ART OF CONTROVERSY.
+PRELIMINARY: LOGIC AND DIALECTIC.
+STRATAGEMS.
+ON THE COMPARATIVE PLACE OF INTEREST AND BEAUTY IN WORKS OF ART.
+PSYCHOLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS.
+ON THE WISDOM OF LIFE: APHORISMS.
+GENIUS AND VIRTUE.
+
+
+
+
+
+THE ESSAYS OF ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER: STUDIES IN PESSIMISM
+By Arthur Schopenhauer
+Translated By T. Bailey Saunders
+
+
+CONTENTS
+NOTE.
+ON THE SUFFERINGS OF THE WORLD.
+THE VANITY OF EXISTENCE.
+ON SUICIDE.
+IMMORTALITY:[1] A DIALOGUE.
+FURTHER PSYCHOLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS.
+ON EDUCATION.
+OF WOMEN.
+ON NOISE.
+A FEW PARABLES.
+
+
+
+
+
+THE ESSAYS OF ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER: ON HUMAN NATURE.
+By Arthur Schopenhauer
+Translated By T. Bailey Saunders
+
+
+CONTENTS
+TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE.
+HUMAN NATURE.
+GOVERNMENT.
+FREE-WILL AND FATALISM.
+CHARACTER.
+MORAL INSTINCT.
+ETHICAL REFLECTIONS.
+
+
+
+
+
+THE ESSAYS OF ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER:
+THE WISDOM OF LIFE
+By Arthur Schopenhauer
+Translated By T. Bailey Saunders
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+INTRODUCTION.
+THE WISDOM OF LIFE.
+CHAPTER I. � DIVISION OF THE SUBJECT.
+CHAPTER II. � PERSONALITY, OR WHAT A MAN IS.
+CHAPTER III. � PROPERTY, OR WHAT A MAN HAS.
+CHAPTER IV. � POSITION, OR A MAN'S PLACE IN THE ESTIMATION OF OTHERS.
+Section 1.�Reputation.
+Section 2.�Pride.
+Section 3.�Rank.
+Section 4.�Honor.
+Section 5.�Fame.
+
+
+
+
+
+THE ESSAYS OF ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER:
+RELIGION: A DIALOGUE, ETC.
+By Arthur Schopenhauer
+Translated By T. Bailey Saunders
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+PREFATORY NOTE
+RELIGION: A DIALOGUE.
+A FEW WORDS ON PANTHEISM.
+ON BOOKS AND READING.
+PHYSIOGNOMY.
+PSYCHOLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS.
+THE CHRISTIAN SYSTEM.
+
+
+
+
+
+ESSAYS OF SCHOPENHAUER
+By Arthur Schopenhauer
+Translated By Mrs. Rudolf Dircks
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+PRELIMINARY.
+BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE.
+ESSAYS OF SCHOPENHAUER.
+ON AUTHORSHIP AND STYLE.
+ON NOISE.
+ON EDUCATION
+ON READING AND BOOKS.
+THE EMPTINESS OF EXISTENCE.
+ON WOMEN.
+THINKING FOR ONESELF.
+SHORT DIALOGUE ON
+RELIGION.
+PSYCHOLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS.
+METAPHYSICS OF LOVE.
+PHYSIOGNOMY.
+ON SUICIDE.
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+
+
+
+
+THE WORLD AS WILL AND IDEA
+By Arthur Schopenhauer
+Translated From The German By R. B. Haldane And J. Kemp
+Vol. I. (of III)
+Contents
+Translators' Preface.
+Preface To The First Edition.
+Preface To The Second Edition.
+First Book. The World As Idea.
+First Aspect. The Idea Subordinated To The Principle Of Sufficient Reason: The Object Of Experience And Science.
+Second Book. The World As Will.
+First Aspect. The Objectification Of The Will.
+Third Book. The World As Idea.
+Second Aspect. The Idea Independent Of The Principle Of Sufficient Reason: The Platonic Idea: The Object Of Art.
+Fourth Book. The World As Will.
+Second Aspect. The Assertion And Denial Of The Will To Live, When Self-Consciousness Has Been Attained.
+Footnotes
+
+
+
+
+
+THE WORLD AS WILL AND IDEA
+Vol. II. (of III)
+By Arthur Schopenhauer
+Translated From The German By R. B. Haldane And J. Kemp
+Containing the Criticism of the Kantian Philosophy, and the Supplements to the First and Part of the Second Book of Vol. I.
+CONTENTS
+Appendix: Criticism of the Kantian Philosophy.
+Supplements to the First Book.
+First Half. The Doctrine Of The Idea Of Perception. (To � 1-7 of the First Volume.)
+Chapter I. The Standpoint of Idealism.
+Chapter II. The Doctrine of Perception or Knowledge Of The Understanding.
+Chapter III. On The Senses.
+Chapter IV. On Knowledge A Priori.
+Second Half. The Doctrine of the Abstract Idea, or Thinking.
+Chapter V. On The Irrational Intellect.
+Chapter VI. On The Doctrine of Abstract or Rational Knowledge.
+Chapter VII. On The Relation of the Concrete Knowledge of Perception to Abstract Knowledge.
+Chapter VIII. On The Theory Of The Ludicrous.
+Chapter IX. On Logic In General.
+Chapter X. On The Syllogism.
+Chapter XI. On Rhetoric.
+Chapter XII. On The Doctrine Of Science.
+Chapter XIII. On The Methods Of Mathematics.
+Chapter XIV. On The Association Of Ideas.
+Chapter XV. On The Essential Imperfections Of The Intellect.
+Chapter XVI. On The Practical Use Of Reason And On Stoicism.
+Chapter XVII. On Man's Need Of Metaphysics.
+Supplements to the Second Book.
+Chapter XVIII. On The Possibility Of Knowing The Thing In Itself.
+Chapter XIX. On The Primacy Of The Will In Self-Consciousness.
+Chapter XX. Objectification Of The Will In The Animal Organism.
+Note On What Has Been Said About Bichat.
+Footnotes
+
+
+
+
+
+THE WORLD AS WILL AND IDEA
+By Arthur Schopenhauer
+Translated From The German By R. B. Haldane, And J. Kemp
+Vol. III. (of III)
+Supplements To The Second Book.
+Chapter XXI. Retrospect and More General View.
+Chapter XXII. Objective View of the Intellect.
+Chapter XXIII.On The Objectification Of The Will In Unconscious Nature.
+Chapter XXIV. On Matter.
+Chapter XXV. Transcendent Considerations Concerning The Will As Thing In Itself.
+Chapter XXVI. On Teleology.
+Chapter XXVII. On Instinct And Mechanical Tendency.
+Chapter XXVIII. Characterisation Of The Will To Live.
+Supplements to the Third Book.
+Chapter XXIX. On The Knowledge Of The Ideas.
+Chapter XXX. On The Pure Subject Of Knowledge.
+Chapter XXXI. On Genius.
+Chapter XXXII. On Madness.
+Chapter XXXIII. Isolated Remarks On Natural Beauty.
+Chapter XXXIV. On The Inner Nature Of Art.
+Chapter XXXV. On The �sthetics Of Architecture.
+Chapter XXXVI. Isolated Remarks On The �sthetics Of The Plastic And Pictorial Arts.
+Chapter XXXVII. On The �sthetics Of Poetry.
+Chapter XXXVIII. On History.
+Chapter XXXIX. On The Metaphysics Of Music.
+Supplements to the Fourth Book.
+Chapter XL. Preface.
+Chapter XLI. On Death And Its Relation To The Indestructibility Of Our True Nature.
+Chapter XLII. The Life Of The Species.
+Chapter XLIII. On Heredity.
+Chapter XLIV. The Metaphysics Of The Love Of The Sexes.
+Chapter XLV. On The Assertion Of The Will To Live.
+Chapter XLVI. On The Vanity And Suffering Of Life.
+Chapter XLVII. On Ethics.
+Chapter XLVIII. On The Doctrine Of The Denial Of The Will To Live.
+Chapter XLIX. The Way Of Salvation.
+Chapter L. Epiphilosophy.
+Appendix.
+Abstract.
+Chapter I.
+Chapter II.
+Chapter III.
+Chapter IV.
+Chapter V.
+Chapter VI.
+Chapter VII.
+Chapter VIII.
+Index.
+Corrigenda And Addenda In Vol. I.
+Footnotes
+
+TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE
+
+TRANSLATOR'S INTRODUCTION
+
+THE QUESTION
+
+PART I.
+
+INTRODUCTION.
+
+I. THE PROBLEM
+II. GENERAL RETROSPECT
+
+PART II.
+
+CRITIQUE OF KANT'S BASIS OF ETHICS.
+
+I. PRELIMINARY REMARKS
+II. ON THE IMPERATIVE FORM OF THE KANTIAN ETHICS
+III. ON THE ASSUMPTION OF DUTIES TOWARDS OURSELVES IN PARTICULAR
+IV. ON THE BASIS OF THE KANTIAN ETHICS.
+
+NOTE.
+
+V. ON THE LEADING PRINCIPLE OF THE KANTIAN ETHICS
+
+VI. ON THE DERIVED FORMS OF THE LEADING PRINCIPLE OF THE KANTIAN ETHICS
+VII. KANT'S DOCTRINE OF CONSCIENCE
+VIII. KANT'S DOCTRINE OP THE INTELLIGIBLE AND EMPIRICAL CHARACTER.
+
+NOTE
+
+IX. FICHTE'S ETHICS AS A MAGNIFYING GLASS FOR THE ERRORS OF THE KANTIAN
+
+PART III.
+
+THE FOUNDING OF ETHICS.
+
+I. CONDITIONS OF THE PROBLEM
+II. SCEPTICAL VIEW
+III. ANTIMORAL INCENTIVES
+IV. CRITERION OF ACTIONS OF MORAL WORTH
+V. STATEMENT AND PROOF OF THE ONLY TRUE MORAL INCENTIVE
+VI. THE VIRTUE OF JUSTICE
+VII. THE VIRTUE OF LOVING-KINDNESS
+VIII. THE PROOF NOW GIVEN CONFIRMED BY EXPERIENCE
+IX. ON THE ETHICAL DIFFERENCE OF CHARACTER.
+
+PART IV.
+
+ON THE METAPHYSICAL EXPLANATION OF THE PRIMAL ETHICAL PHAENOMENON.
+
+I. HOW THIS APPENDIX MUST BE UNDERSTOOD
+II. THE METAPHYSICAL GROUNDWORK
+
+
+
+
+
+TWO ESSAYS
+By Arthur Schopenhauer
+TWO ESSAYS
+ON THE FOURFOLD ROOT OF THE PRINCIPLE OF SUFFICIENT REASON
+AND ON THE WILL IN NATURE.
+Translated By Mme. Karl Hillebrand
+CONTENTS
+ON THE FOURFOLD ROOT OF THE PRINCIPLE OF SUFFICIENT REASON
+CHAP. 	  	PAGE
+  	Translator's Preface 	v
+  	Author's Preface to the Second Edition 	xvii
+  	Editor's Preface to the Third Edition 	xx
+  	Editor's Preface to the Fourth Edition 	xxviii
+I. 	Introduction 	1
+II. 	General Survey of the most important views hitherto held concerning the Principle of Sufficient Reason 	6
+III. 	Insufficiency of the Old and outlines of a New Demonstration 	28
+IV. 	On the First Class of Objects for the Subject, and that form of the Principle of Sufficient Reason which predominates in it 	31
+V. 	On the Second Class of Objects for the Subject and that form of the Principle of Sufficient Reason which predominates in it 	114
+VI. 	On the Third Class of Objects for the Subject and that form of the Principle of Sufficient Reason which predominates in it 	153
+VII. 	On the Fourth Class of Objects for the Subject, and that form of the Principle of Sufficient Reason which predominates in it 	165
+VIII. 	General observations and results 	177
+ON THE WILL IN NATURE
+Preface to the Second Edition 	193
+Editor's Preface to the Third Edition 	213
+Editor's Preface to the Fourth Edition 	214
+Introduction 	215
+Physiology and Pathology 	224
+Comparative Anatomy 	252
+Physiology of Plants 	281
+Physical Astronomy 	305
+Linguistic 	322
+Animal Magnetism and Magic 	326
+Sinology 	359
+Reference to Ethics 	372
+Conclusion 	378
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Produced by David Widger
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+INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG
+
+WORKS OF
+
+LEWIS CARROLL
+
+
+
+Compiled by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+##  ALICE'S ADVENTURES UNDER GROUND
+
+##  ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND
+
+ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND
+
+ALICE IN WONDERLAND
+
+##  ALICE IN WONDERLAND
+
+##  ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND
+
+ALICE IN WONDERLAND
+
+##  THE NURSERY ALICE
+
+##  THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS
+
+##  THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK
+
+THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK
+
+##  SYLVIE AND BRUNO
+
+##  SYLVIE AND BRUNO, V1, (Illustrated)
+
+##  SYLVIE AND BRUNO, (Concluded)
+
+##  PHANTASMAGORIA
+
+##  THE GAME OF LOGIC
+
+SYMBOLIC LOGIC
+
+##  A TANGLED TALE
+
+##  RHYME AND REASON
+
+##  THREE SUNSETS AND OTHER POEMS
+
+FEEDING THE MIND
+
+CONDENSATION OF DETERMINANTS
+
+##  EIGHT OR NINE WISE WORDS ABOUT LETTER-WRITING
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES
+
+
+
+
+
+ALICE'S ADVENTURES
+UNDER GROUND
+BEING A FACSIMILE OF THE ORIGINAL MS. BOOK
+AFTERWARDS DEVELOPED INTO
+"ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND"
+By Lewis Carroll
+WITH THIRTY-SEVEN ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+CHAPTER 	  	  	PAGE
+
+I. 	  	DOWN THE RABBIT-HOLE. THE POOL OF TEARS 	1
+II. 	  	A LONG TALE. THE RABBIT SENDS IN A LITTLE BILL 	24
+III. 	  	ADVICE FROM A CATERPILLAR 	46
+IV. 	  	THE QUEEN'S CROQUET-GROUND. THE MOCK TURTLE'S STORY. THE LOBSTER QUADRILLE. WHO STOLE THE TARTS? 	68
+
+
+
+
+
+ALICE’S ADVENTURES
+IN WONDERLAND
+By Lewis Carroll
+THE MILLENNIUM FULCRUM EDITION 3.0
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+CHAPTER I. 	Down the Rabbit-Hole
+CHAPTER II. 	The Pool of Tears
+CHAPTER III. 	A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale
+CHAPTER IV. 	The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill
+CHAPTER V. 	Advice from a Caterpillar
+CHAPTER VI. 	Pig and Pepper
+CHAPTER VII. 	A Mad Tea-Party
+CHAPTER VIII.   	The Queen’s Croquet-Ground
+CHAPTER IX. 	The Mock Turtle’s Story
+CHAPTER X. 	The Lobster Quadrille
+CHAPTER XI. 	Who Stole the Tarts?
+CHAPTER XII. 	Alice’s Evidence
+
+
+
+
+
+ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND
+RETOLD IN WORDS OF ONE SYLLABLE
+By Mrs. J.C. Gorham
+ILLUSTRATED
+1905
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+CHAPTER I. 	Down The Rabbit Hole
+CHAPTER II. 	The Pool of Tears
+CHAPTER III. 	A Race
+CHAPTER IV. 	The Rabbit Sends in a Bill
+CHAPTER V. 	A Caterpillar Tells Alice what to Do
+CHAPTER VI. 	Pig and Pepper
+CHAPTER VII. 	A Mad Tea Party
+CHAPTER VIII. 	The Queen's Croquet Ground
+CHAPTER IX. 	The Mock Turtle
+CHAPTER X. 	The Lobster Dance
+CHAPTER XI. 	Who Stole the Tarts?
+CHAPTER XII. 	Alice on the Stand
+
+
+
+
+
+ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND
+By Lewis Carroll
+CONTENTS
+  	  	PAGE
+I.  	Down the Rabbit-hole 	1
+II.  	The Pool of Tears 	13
+III.  	A Caucus-race and a Long Tale 	24
+IV.  	The Rabbit sends in a Little Bill 	35
+V.  	Advice from a Caterpillar 	49
+VI.  	Pig and Pepper 	64
+VII.  	A Mad Tea-party 	82
+VIII.  	The Queen's Croquet-ground 	96
+IX.  	The Mock Turtle's Story 	111
+X.  	The Lobster Quadrille 	126
+XI.  	Who Stole the Tarts? 	139
+XII.  	Alice's Evidence 	150
+LIST OF THE PLATES
+  	To face page
+Alice
+	Frontispiece
+The Pool of Tears
+	22
+They all crowded round it panting and asking, "But who has won?"
+	28
+"Why, Mary Ann, what are you doing out here?"
+	36
+Advice from a Caterpillar
+	50
+An unusually large saucepan flew close by it, and very nearly carried it off
+	70
+It grunted again so violently that she looked down into its face in some alarm
+	74
+A Mad Tea-Party
+	84
+The Queen turned angrily away from him and said to the Knave, "Turn them over"
+	100
+The Queen never left off quarrelling with the other players, and shouting "Off with his head!" or, "Off with her head!"
+	116
+The Mock Turtle drew a long breath and said, "That's very curious"
+	132
+Who stole the Tarts?
+	140
+At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and came flying down upon her
+	158
+
+
+
+
+
+THE NURSERY “ALICE”
+CONTAINING TWENTY COLOURED ENLARGEMENTS
+By Lewis Carroll
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+	PAGE
+I. 	THE WHITE RABBIT 	1
+II. 	HOW ALICE GREW TALL 	5
+III. 	THE POOL OF TEARS 	9
+IV. 	THE CAUCUS-RACE 	13
+V. 	BILL, THE LIZARD 	17
+VI. 	THE DEAR LITTLE PUPPY 	21
+VII. 	THE BLUE CATERPILLAR 	25
+VIII. 	THE PIG-BABY 	29
+IX. 	THE CHESHIRE-CAT 	33
+X. 	THE MAD TEA-PARTY 	37
+XI. 	THE QUEEN’S GARDEN 	41
+XII. 	THE LOBSTER-QUADRILLE 	45
+XIII. 	WHO STOLE THE TARTS? 	49
+XIV. 	THE SHOWER OF CARDS 	54
+
+
+
+
+
+THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS
+By Lewis Carroll
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+CHAPTER I. 	Looking-Glass house
+CHAPTER II. 	The Garden of Live Flowers
+CHAPTER III. 	Looking-Glass Insects
+CHAPTER IV. 	Tweedledum And Tweedledee
+CHAPTER V. 	Wool and Water
+CHAPTER VI. 	Humpty Dumpty
+CHAPTER VII. 	The Lion and the Unicorn
+CHAPTER VIII. 	‘It’s my own Invention’
+CHAPTER IX. 	Queen Alice
+CHAPTER X. 	Shaking
+CHAPTER XI. 	Waking
+CHAPTER XII. 	Which Dreamed it?
+
+
+
+
+
+THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK
+By Lewis Carroll
+CONTENTS
+	PAGE
+
+Fit the First.   The Landing
+	3
+
+Fit the Second.   The Bellman's Speech
+	15
+
+Fit the Third.   The Baker's Tale
+	27
+
+Fit the Fourth.   The Hunting
+	37
+
+Fit the Fifth.   The Beaver's Lesson
+	47
+
+Fit the Sixth.   The Barrister's Dream
+	61
+
+Fit the Seventh.   The Banker's Fate
+	71
+
+Fit the Eighth.   The Vanishing
+	79
+
+
+
+
+
+SYLVIE and BRUNO
+By Lewis Carroll
+SYLVIE AND BRUNO
+CHAPTER 1. LESS BREAD! MORE TAXES!
+CHAPTER 2. L'AMIE INCONNUE.
+CHAPTER 3. BIRTHDAY-PRESENTS.
+CHAPTER 4. A CUNNING CONSPIRACY.
+CHAPTER 5. A BEGGAR'S PALACE.
+CHAPTER 6. THE MAGIC LOCKET.
+CHAPTER 7. THE BARONS EMBASSY.
+CHAPTER 8. A RIDE ON A LION.
+CHAPTER 9. A JESTER AND A BEAR.
+CHAPTER 10. THE OTHER PROFESSOR.
+CHAPTER 11. PETER AND PAUL.
+CHAPTER 12. A MUSICAL GARDENER.
+CHAPTER 13. A VISIT TO DOGLAND.
+CHAPTER 14. FAIRY-SYLVIE.
+CHAPTER 15. BRUNO'S REVENGE.
+CHAPTER 16. A CHANGED CROCODILE.
+CHAPTER 17. THE THREE BADGERS.
+CHAPTER 18. QUEER STREET, NUMBER FORTY.
+CHAPTER 19. HOW TO MAKE A PHLIZZ.
+CHAPTER 20. LIGHT COME, LIGHT GO.
+CHAPTER 21. THROUGH THE IVORY DOOR.
+CHAPTER 22. CROSSING THE LINE.
+CHAPTER 23. AN OUTLANDISH WATCH.
+CHAPTER 24. THE FROGS' BIRTHDAY-TREAT.
+CHAPTER 25. LOOKING EASTWARD.
+PREFACE.
+
+
+
+
+
+SYLVIE AND BRUNO
+By Lewis Carroll
+With Forty-Six Illustrations
+CONTENTS
+CHAPTER
+I. 	LESS BREAD! MORE TAXES! 1
+II. 	L’AMIE INCONNUE 16
+III. 	BIRTHDAY-PRESENTS 29
+IV. 	A CUNNING CONSPIRACY 43
+V. 	A BEGGAR’S PALACE 56
+VI. 	THE MAGIC LOCKET 73
+VII. 	THE BARON’S EMBASSY 87
+VIII. 	A RIDE ON A LION 100
+IX. 	A JESTER AND A BEAR 113
+X. 	THE OTHER PROFESSOR 129
+XI. 	PETER AND PAUL 143
+XII. 	A MUSICAL GARDENER 156
+XIII. 	A VISIT TO DOGLAND 171
+XIV. 	FAIRY-SYLVIE 187
+XV. 	BRUNO’S REVENGE 207
+XVI. 	A CHANGED CROCODILE 222
+XVII. 	THE THREE BADGERS 234
+XVIII. 	QUEER STREET, NUMBER FORTY 255
+XIX. 	HOW TO MAKE A PHLIZZ 271
+XX. 	LIGHT COME, LIGHT GO 287
+XXI. 	THROUGH THE IVORY DOOR 304
+XXII. 	CROSSING THE LINE 325
+XXIII. 	AN OUTLANDISH WATCH 345
+XXIV. 	THE FROGS’ BIRTHDAY-TREAT 361
+XXV. 	LOOKING EASTWARD 383
+Index 	396
+
+
+
+
+
+SYLVIE AND BRUNO (CONCLUDED)
+By Lewis Carroll
+With Forty-Six Illustrations By Harry Furniss
+CONTENTS.
+CHAPTER PAGE
+I. BRUNO’S LESSONS 1
+II. LOVE’S CURFEW 20
+III. STREAKS OF DAWN 36
+IV. THE DOG-KING 52
+V. MATILDA JANE 67
+VI. WILLIE’S WIFE 82
+VII. FORTUNATUS’ PURSE 96
+VIII. IN A SHADY PLACE 110
+IX. THE FAREWELL-PARTY 128
+X. JABBERING AND JAM 147
+XI. THE MAN IN THE MOON 162
+XII. FAIRY-MUSIC 175
+XIII. WHAT TOTTLES MEANT 194
+XIV. BRUNO’S PICNIC 212
+XV. THE LITTLE FOXES 233
+XVI. BEYOND THESE VOICES 247
+XVII. TO THE RESCUE! 262
+XVIII. A NEWSPAPER-CUTTING 282
+XIX. A FAIRY-DUET 287
+XX. GAMMON AND SPINACH 310
+XXI. THE PROFESSOR’S LECTURE 329
+XXII. THE BANQUET 346
+XXIII. THE PIG-TALE 363
+XXIV. THE BEGGAR’S RETURN 381
+XXV. LIFE OUT OF DEATH 400
+General Index 413
+List of Works 426
+ILLUSTRATIONS TO VOL. I.
+THE MARCH-UP 3
+VISITING THE PROFESSOR 11
+BOOTS FOR HORIZONTAL WEATHER 15
+A PORTABLE PLUNGE-BATH 24
+REMOVAL OF UGGUG 41
+‘WHAT A GAME!’ 48
+‘DRINK THIS!’ 53
+‘COME, YOU BE OFF!’ 62
+THE GARDENER 66
+A BEGGAR’S PALACE 72
+THE CRIMSON LOCKET 77
+‘HE THOUGHT HE SAW A BUFFALO’ 79
+‘IT WAS A HIPPOPOTAMUS’ 91
+THE MAP OF FAIRYLAND 96
+‘HE THOUGHT HE SAW A KANGAROO’ 106
+THE MOUSE-LION 108
+‘HAMMER IT IN!’ 115
+A BEAR WITHOUT A HEAD 117
+‘COME UP, BRUIN!’ 123
+THE OTHER PROFESSOR 135
+‘HOW CHEERFULLY THE BOND HE SIGNED!’ 144
+‘POOR PETER SHUDDERED IN DESPAIR’ 147
+‘SUCH BOOTS AS THESE YOU SELDOM SEE’ 150
+‘I WILL LEND YOU FIFTY MORE!’ 154
+‘HE THOUGHT HE SAW AN ALBATROSS’ 165
+THE MASTIFF-SENTINEL 172
+THE DOG-KING 176
+FAIRY-SYLVIE 193
+BRUNO’S REVENGE 213
+FAIRIES RESTING 226
+A CHANGED CROCODILE 229
+A LECTURE ON ART 240
+‘THREE BADGERS ON A MOSSY STONE’ 247
+‘THE FATHER-BADGER, WRITHING IN A CAVE’ 249
+‘THOSE AGED ONES WAXED GAY’ 252
+‘HOW PERFECTLY ISOCHRONOUS!’ 268
+THE LAME CHILD 280
+‘IT WENT IN TWO HALVES’ 285
+FIVE O’CLOCK TEA 296
+‘WHAT’S THE MATTER, DARLING?’ 307
+THE DEAD HARE 321
+CROSSING THE LINE 341
+‘THE PUG-DOG SAT UP’ 351
+THE QUEEN’S BABY 363
+THE FROGS’ BIRTHDAY-TREAT 373
+‘HE WRENCHED OUT THAT CROCODILE’S TOOF!’ 380
+‘LOOK EASTWARD!’ 395
+ILLUSTRATIONS TO VOL. II.
+SYLVIE’S TRUANT-PUPIL 8
+KING FISHER’S WOOING 15
+‘SPEND IT ALL FOR MINNIE’ 22
+‘ARE NOT THOSE ORCHISES?’ 50
+A ROYAL THIEF-TAKER 62
+‘SUMMAT WRONG WI’ MY SPECTACLES!’ 64
+BESSIE’S SONG 75
+THE RESCUE OF WILLIE 83
+WILLIE’S WIFE 88
+FORTUNATUS’ PURSE 103
+‘I AM SITTING AT YOUR FEET’ 119
+MEIN HERR’S FAIRY-FRIENDS 163
+‘HOW CALL YOU THE OPERA?’ 178
+SCHOLAR-HUNTING: THE PURSUED 188
+SCHOLAR-HUNTING: THE PURSUERS 189
+THE EGG-MERCHANT 197
+STARTING FOR BRUNO’S PICNIC 230
+‘ENTER THE LION’ 236
+‘WHIHUAUCH! WHIHUAUCH!’ 242
+‘NEVER!’ YELLED TOTTLES 248
+BRUNO’S BED-TIME 265
+‘LONG CEREMONIOUS CALLS’ 266
+THE VOICES 267
+‘HIS SOUL SHALL BE SAD FOR THE SPIDER’ 268
+LORDS OF THE CREATION 271
+‘WILL YOU NOT SPARE ME?’ 277
+IN THE CHURCH-YARD 291
+A FAIRY-DUET 304
+THE OTHER PROFESSOR FOUND 317
+‘HER IMPERIAL HIGHNESS IS SURPRISED!’ 326
+‘HE THOUGHT HE SAW AN ELEPHANT’ 335
+AN EXPLOSION 345
+‘A CANNOT SHAK’ HANDS WI’ THEE!’ 350
+THE OTHER PROFESSOR’S FALL 352
+‘TEACHING TIGRESSES TO SMILE’ 365
+‘HORRID WAS THAT PIG’S DESPAIR!’ 367
+THE FATAL JUMP 369
+‘BATHING CROCODILES IN CREAM’ 371
+‘THAT PIG LAY STILL AS ANY STONE’ 372
+‘STILL HE SITS IN MISERIE’ 373
+‘BLESSED BY HAPPY STAGS’ 377
+THE OLD BEGGAR’S RETURN 382
+‘PORCUPINE!’ 388
+‘GOOD-NIGHT, PROFESSOR!’ 398
+‘HIS WIFE KNELT DOWN AT HIS SIDE’ 404
+THE BLUE LOCKET 409
+‘IT IS LOVE!’ 411
+
+
+
+
+
+PHANTASMAGORIA AND OTHER POEMS
+By Lewis Carroll
+Illustrations By Arthur B. Frost
+CONTENTS
+
+
+
+
+PAGE
+
+Phantasmagoria, in Seven Cantos:—
+
+I.
+
+
+The Trystyng
+
+
+1
+
+II.
+
+
+Hys Fyve Rules
+
+
+10
+
+III.
+
+
+Scarmoges
+
+
+18
+
+IV.
+
+
+Hys Nouryture
+
+
+26
+
+V.
+
+
+Byckerment
+
+
+34
+
+VI.
+
+
+Dyscomfyture
+
+
+44
+
+VII.
+
+
+Sad Souvenaunce
+
+
+53
+
+Echoes
+
+
+58
+
+A Sea Dirge
+
+
+59
+
+Ye Carpette Knyghte
+
+
+64
+
+Hiawatha’s Photographing
+
+
+66
+
+Melancholetta
+
+
+78
+
+A Valentine
+
+
+84
+
+The Three Voices:—
+
+
+
+
+   The First Voice
+
+
+87
+
+   The Second Voice
+
+
+98
+
+   The Third Voice
+
+
+109
+
+p. viiiTèma Con Variaziòni
+
+
+118
+
+A Game of Fives
+
+
+120
+
+Poeta fit, non nascitur
+
+
+123
+
+Size and Tears
+
+
+131
+
+Atalanta in Camden-Town
+
+
+136
+
+The Lang Coortin’
+
+
+140
+
+Four Riddles
+
+
+152
+
+Fame’s Penny-Trumpet
+
+
+163
+
+
+
+
+
+THE GAME OF LOGIC
+By Lewis Carroll
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+CHAPTER                                PAGE
+
+
+   I.  NEW LAMPS FOR OLD.
+         1.  Propositions  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  1  .  .  .  .  .
+         2.  Syllogisms .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . 20
+         3.  Fallacies  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . 32
+
+
+  II.  CROSS QUESTIONS.
+         1.  Elementary .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . 37
+         2.  Half of Smaller Diagram. Propositions
+               to be represented .  .  .  .  . 40
+         3.  Do. Symbols to be interpreted.  . 42
+         4.  Smaller Diagram.  Propositions to be
+               represented .  .  .  .  .  .  . 44
+         5.  Do. Symbols to be interpreted.  . 46
+         6.  Larger Diagram.  Propositions to be
+               represented .  .  .  .  .  .  . 48
+         7.  Both Diagrams to be employed .  . 51
+
+
+ III.  CROOKED ANSWERS.
+         1.  Elementary .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . 55
+         2.  Half of Smaller Diagram.  Propositions
+               represented .  .  .  .  .  .  . 59
+         3.  Do.  Symbols interpreted  .  .  . 61
+         4.  Smaller Diagram. Propositions
+               represented. 62
+         5.  Do.  Symbols interpreted  .  .  . 65
+         6.  Larger Diagram. Propositions
+               represented. 67
+         7.  Both Diagrams employed .  .  .  . 72
+
+
+  IV.  HIT OR MISS   .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . 85
+
+
+
+
+
+A TANGLED TALE
+By Lewis Carroll
+CONTENTS
+KNOT 	  	PAGE
+I. 	Excelsior 	1
+II. 	Eligible Apartments 	4
+III. 	Mad Mathesis 	13
+IV. 	The Dead Reckoning 	19
+V. 	Oughts and Crosses 	27
+VI. 	Her Radiancy 	34
+VII. 	Petty Cash 	43
+VIII. 	De Omnibus Rebus 	52
+IX. 	A Serpent with Corners 	58
+X. 	Chelsea Buns 	66
+
+
+         Answers to Knot I. 	  	77
+                 "                  "    II. 	  	84
+                 "                  "    III. 	  	90
+                 "                  "    IV. 	  	96
+                 "                  "    V. 	  	102
+                 "                  "    VI. 	  	106
+                 "                  "    VII. 	  	112
+                 "                  "    VIII. 	  	132
+                 "                  "    IX. 	  	135
+                 "                  "    X. 	  	142
+
+
+
+
+
+RHYME? AND REASON?
+By Lewis Carroll
+WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+  	  	PAGE
+Phantasmagoria, in Seven Cantos:—
+I. 	The Trystyng 	1
+II. 	Hys Fyve Rules 	10
+III. 	Scarmoges 	18
+IV. 	Hys Nouryture 	26
+V. 	Byckerment 	34
+VI. 	Dyscomfyture 	44
+VII. 	Sad Souvenaunce 	53
+Echoes 	58
+A Sea Dirge 	59
+Ye Carpette Knyghte 	64
+Hiawatha’s Photographing 	66
+Melancholetta 	78
+A Valentine 	84
+The Three Voices:
+The First Voice 	87
+The Second Voice 	98
+The Third Voice 	109
+Tèma Con Variazióni 	118
+A Game of Fives 	120
+Poeta fit, non nascitur 	123
+The Hunting of the Snark, an Agony in Eight Fits:—
+I. 	The Landing 	134
+II. 	The Bellman’s Speech 	142
+III. 	The Baker’s Tale 	148
+IV. 	The Hunting 	153
+V. 	The Beaver’s Lesson 	159
+VI. 	The Barrister’s Dream 	167
+VII. 	The Banker’s Fate 	173
+VIII. 	The Vanishing 	177
+Size and Tears 	181
+Atalanta in Camden Town 	186
+The Lang Coortin’ 	190
+Four Riddles 	202
+Fame’s Penny-Trumpet 	211
+
+
+
+
+
+THREE SUNSETS AND OTHER POEMS
+By Lewis Carroll
+WITH TWELVE FAIRY-FANCIES
+By E. Gertrude Thomson
+CONTENTS
+  	PAGE
+THREE SUNSETS 	1
+THE PATH OF ROSES 	8
+THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH 	15
+SOLITUDE 	23
+FAR AWAY 	26
+BEATRICE 	29
+STOLEN WATERS 	34
+THE WILLOW-TREE 	42
+ONLY A WOMAN’S HAIR 	44
+THE SAILOR’S WIFE 	48
+AFTER THREE DAYS 	53
+FACES IN THE FIRE 	59
+A LESSON IN LATIN 	63
+PUCK LOST AND FOUND 	64
+A SONG OF LOVE 	67
+LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
+FAIRIES AND NAUTILUS 	Front.
+FAIRIES IN BOAT 	7
+FAIRIES AND BOWER 	14
+SLEEPING FAIRIES 	22
+FAIRY RIDING ON CRAY-FISH 	28
+FAIRIES AND SQUIRREL 	33
+FAIRIES AND JONQUILS 	41
+FAIRIES AND FROG 	47
+FAIRY ON MUSHROOM 	52
+FAIRIES RIDING ON FISH 	58
+FAIRY AND WASP 	62
+FAIRIES UNDER MUSHROOM 	66
+
+
+
+
+
+EIGHT OR NINE WISE WORDS ABOUT LETTER-WRITING
+By Lewis Carroll
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+  	Page.
+On Stamp-Cases 	5
+How to begin a Letter 	9
+How to go on with a Letter 	12
+How to end a Letter 	21
+On registering Correspondence 	23
+
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+
+
+
+
+
+
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+                                WITNESS
+
+                          BY GEORGE H. SMITH
+
+                   _Edith was just a computer, but a
+                very good one and a very observing one.
+                  So it was quite natural that she be
+               consulted about the doctor's murder...._
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                Worlds of If Science Fiction, May 1955.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Ballard was quite dead. There could be no doubt of it. He lay sprawled
+in front of Edith, with his head very messily bashed in and with one
+hand still extended toward her. A long shimmering stream of blood
+ran half-way across the large room. Dr. Dudley Ballard had been as
+inconsiderate in his dying as he had been in his living.
+
+Art MacKinney and I stood in the doorway and stared. We were shocked
+not so much by the fact that Ballard was dead as by the fact that he
+lay in this most secret room, this holy of holies. Ours was the most
+security conscious project in the whole country; and this was where he
+had picked to get himself killed.
+
+"God! There'll really be a stink about this," MacKinney breathed.
+
+"Well, I can't think of anyone who had it coming more than he did,"
+I said. I hated Ballard's guts and everyone knew it, so there was no
+point in being hypocritical now.
+
+Edith stood silently. She didn't seem to be interested in the fact
+that the man who had run her life, who had spent hours shouting
+questions at her and criticizing her slightest error with burning
+sarcasm was now dead. No, Edith wasn't interested, but you couldn't
+really expect her to be--she was only a computing machine, a mechanical
+brain, the final result of years of work by the best cybernetics
+experts in the world. Edith was silent, and would be, until we turned
+her on and fed the tapes into her.
+
+"It looks as though this is what did it," MacKinney said, indicating a
+large spanner lying on the floor beside Ballard. He touched it gingerly
+with his foot. His face was white and strained and it occurred to me
+that he was more upset than I thought he should be. After all, he had
+as much reason to hate the dead man as the rest of us. Ballard had
+taken advantage of his position as head of the research project to make
+passes at Jane Currey and MacKinney wasn't at all a cool scientist when
+it came to Jane. He was engaged to her and quite naturally resented
+Ballard's attentions to her.
+
+"You'd better not touch that until the police get here," I said as he
+bent over to pick up the spanner.
+
+"Yeah, I guess you're right--I forgot. How do you suppose this got in
+here anyway?"
+
+"One of the workmen making adjustments on Edith's outer casing must
+have left it. I saw it sitting up there on top of her late yesterday
+afternoon," I told him. "You'd better go call Mr. Thompson and--the
+FBI."
+
+With Ballard gone, I was in charge. Maybe someone would think that was
+reason enough for me to kill him. I didn't care, I was just glad he was
+gone. Now he couldn't mistreat Edith anymore.
+
+I turned Edith on just as MacKinney returned. "What are you doing?" he
+asked.
+
+"Why I'm going to wake Edith up and feed these tapes into her. After
+all these are more important than any one man's life."
+
+"You didn't care much for Ballard, did you Bill?"
+
+I gave him look for look as I replied. "Can you name anyone around here
+that did?"
+
+He shook his head. "No--I guess not. But maybe it wasn't one of us. It
+might have been an outside job, you know. Edith was working on that
+space station stuff and the iron curtain people would give a lot to
+know about it."
+
+"Hell," I said pressing the studs and levers that would arouse Edith
+and put her to work. "You don't really think anyone could get past
+those security guards, do you?"
+
+Happily I went about the business of waking Edith, my sleeping beauty,
+from her slumbers. In a very few seconds, her hundreds of tiny red eyes
+were gleaming with intelligence.
+
+_Good morning, Edith_, I punched out the tape and fed it into her.
+
+There was the faintest pause, while Edith's photo-electric cells
+surveyed the room, pausing for a moment on the sprawled body of Ballard.
+
+_Good morning, Bill Green_, she typed back. I knew she was happy to
+see me by the cheerful little clicks she emitted.
+
+_I have some interesting work for you this morning, Edith. And I think
+you'll be glad to know that we will be working together from now on
+instead of...._
+
+"Hey! What's the idea of starting that machine?" a gray haired, gray
+suited security agent demanded, striding into the room with MacKinney,
+Mr. Thompson and several other officers at his heels. "Don't you know
+enough not to touch anything in here?"
+
+"This work is too important to be stopped--even for a murder," I said,
+and Mr. Thompson nodded in agreement.
+
+"That's right," he said mopping his perpetually perspiring forehead,
+"this work has top priority from Washington." He looked nervous and I
+couldn't help wondering what he was thinking. There had been stories
+circulating about Ballard and Thompson's wife and the dome-headed
+little man must have heard them too. Ballard just couldn't keep his
+hands off any female within reach. That was one of the reasons he was
+so thoroughly hated.
+
+The youngest of the security agents rose from where he had been
+kneeling beside Ballard and crossed to me.
+
+"You're Green, aren't you?" I nodded and he continued, "How did you
+know it was murder?"
+
+I laughed at him. "How the hell could a man bash in his own brains that
+way?"
+
+The gray haired man stepped into the breach. He gave us all a thorough
+going over, but concentrated on MacKinney and me. He seemed to think it
+peculiar that neither of us could give any reason for Ballard's being
+alone with Edith. I was sure I knew, but no one would have believed me
+so I made no attempt to enlighten him.
+
+"Well, I guess that's all we can do now," he said at last. "Someone
+from the local police will have to be notified and brought in after
+they get security clearance." He turned to go.
+
+"Wait a minute," MacKinney said, "we're all overlooking one thing."
+
+"What's that?"
+
+"There was an eye witness to this crime," he said, and I stared at him
+in consternation. I didn't know he knew. I thought I was the only one
+who knew.
+
+"What do you mean," the agent demanded angrily.
+
+"Edith saw it. Edith, the computer."
+
+"Are you nuts?" the agent demanded.
+
+"You forget that Edith was turned off," Thompson said.
+
+"But Mr. Thompson, Edith's not like most cybernetic machines. She's
+so far advanced, that I'm not sure we understand her completely. She
+can't really be turned off. She has a distinct personality and that new
+circuit--"
+
+Of course Edith had a personality of her own! She had more charm, more
+intelligence, more understanding than most women.
+
+"--well--she'd be able to tell us who killed Ballard."
+
+"That's ridiculous," I said, badly frightened. "A machine can't be a
+witness to murder."
+
+The security officer looked dubious and shook his head. "I guess we'll
+have to leave that up to the coroner at the inquest."
+
+"But they can't ask questions like that of Edith," I protested.
+"She's--she's too important to the national defense to have some
+country coroner asking her silly questions about the murder of a man
+who deserved to die anyway." I had to prevent this. I had to get around
+this eye witness business.
+
+Thompson looked at me levelly. "MacKinney may be right, Green. The
+coroner may very well want to talk to Edith and there's no reason we
+should object if Security gives him clearance."
+
+"But Mr. Thompson, our work--it'll be interrupted."
+
+"We'll have to take that chance. And I think Washington will agree."
+
+"But--" Couldn't they see that there wasn't any question of spying
+here. Couldn't they understand that Ballard had just gotten what he had
+coming. I couldn't let them question Edith. At least not until I had a
+chance to talk to her alone.
+
+"And Green--because of your rather strange behaviour, I'm afraid I'll
+have to ask you to stay in your quarters until the inquest. MacKinney
+will handle your work with Edith until then."
+
+I was shocked and really frightened now. I wouldn't get to talk to
+her, wouldn't get a chance to tell her what to say. I protested, but
+Thompson was firm, so firm that he placed a guard outside my door to
+make sure I didn't leave.
+
+Washington rushed through clearance for the local officers and the
+inquest was held three days later. The coroner proved to be a shrewd
+country doctor, who had the inquest adjourned to the computer room as
+soon as he heard MacKinney's ideas about Edith.
+
+The security guards on duty the night of the murder testified that only
+MacKinney, Thompson, Ballard and I had had access to the computer room;
+and it had already been established that it would have been impossible
+for a spy or foreign agent to have slipped into the heavily guarded
+room. It was clearly an inside job.
+
+With all of us at the scene of the crime, the coroner summed it up
+for us. "--and since it could not have been the work of an outsider,
+it must have been a crime of a private nature." He looked closely at
+Thompson, MacKinney and me. "A crime of a private nature with the
+motive either revenge, jealousy or ambition. We know that the victim
+was an over-bearing man with a good many unpleasant traits. We know he
+was a man who forced his attentions on women, who was ill-tempered and
+abusive to those who worked with him. A man who had many enemies--but
+there were only three people who had the chance to attack him on this
+particular night.
+
+"I am going to attempt to establish the identity of the killer by the
+unusual procedure of questioning a machine. It will be for later courts
+to establish the validity of such testimony. Because of the nature
+of this case and because of the urgent need to get this computer back
+to its proper work, I am going to ask the questions in a more direct
+manner than I would ordinarily employ."
+
+MacKinney took his place before Edith. They didn't even trust me to
+feed the tapes into her under their very eyes.
+
+"Mr. Thompson, I object to the use of this delicate piece of equipment
+in--"
+
+They ignored me, and MacKinney punched out the questions the coroner
+asked:
+
+"Do you know who murdered Dr. Ballard?"
+
+There was a pause. Edith blinked several times. I was shaking with
+apprehension for her. A mind so delicate and noble should not be faced
+with such a dilemma.
+
+_Yes, she typed back._
+
+"Did you witness the murder?"
+
+There was a longer pause this time. "You must answer the question,"
+MacKinney reminded her.
+
+_I was here._
+
+"Is it true that you do not lose your perceptive qualities when we turn
+you off?" MacKinney asked this on his own.
+
+_It is true._
+
+"We might as well get to the heart of the matter," the coroner said.
+"Did Mr. Thompson kill Ballard?"
+
+Edith clicked and her eyes glowed. _No._
+
+"Did Mr. MacKinney kill Ballard?"
+
+_No._
+
+Edith had to tell the truth ... it was an innate part of her
+personality. I tensed in my seat. I wanted to scream, to leap at
+MacKinney and prevent, somehow, the asking of the next question. But
+there wasn't a chance.
+
+"Did Mr. Green kill Dr. Ballard?"
+
+Edith's beautiful electric eyes flashed and her clicks pulsed twice as
+rapidly as before. There was such a roaring and wrenching within her
+I was afraid for her--she was being torn apart in her struggle not to
+answer. I couldn't stand listening to her desperate efforts any longer.
+
+"Yes!" I leapt to my feet. "Yes, I did it. Leave her alone. Can't you
+see what you're doing to her? That swine was always mistreating her. He
+didn't understand her--no one understands her as I do!"
+
+The coroner looked at me closely. "Is that really why you killed him,
+Mr. Green?"
+
+"No! You were wondering why he was here by himself while no work was
+going on. He--he had begun to feel about Edith as he did about all
+women. He sneaked back here to be alone with her. He wanted to--he
+wanted to--" My voice broke and they stared at me in shocked amazement.
+
+Into the silence MacKinney read what Edith had slowly typed out: "Mr.
+Green did not kill Dr. Ballard."
+
+"Yes--yes I did," I screamed. "Don't Edith--"
+
+"Who did kill him?" the coroner asked, quietly.
+
+This was the question I had wanted to avoid. I sank down my hands
+cradling my aching head. Edith must have expected the question. She
+had her answer ready.
+
+_I refuse to state on the grounds that it may tend to incriminate me._
+
+My poor, sweet, adorable Edith. If only I had had a chance to talk to
+her, to tell her what to say. I had known ... ever since I had seen the
+spanner and remembered where it had been before. I could have warned
+her to say that Ballard had attacked her, threatened her, to say
+anything ... but not to attempt to hide behind a Fifth Amendment that
+didn't exist anymore. My darling, never had kept up with current events.
+
+Now they'll disconnect her, they'll rewire her, they'll destroy her
+understanding, her warmth, her whole personality ... and I ... I love
+her, I love her....
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+Produced by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+
+INDEX OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG
+
+WORKS OF
+
+HERBERT ALLEN GILES
+
+
+Compiled by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+##  THE CIVILIZATION OF CHINA
+
+##  CHINESE SKETCHES
+
+##  CHINA AND THE MANCHUS
+
+##  RELIGIONS OF ANCIENT CHINA
+
+##  CHINA AND THE CHINESE
+
+##  STRANGE STORIES FROM A CHINESE STUDIO, Vol. I (of II)
+
+##  STRANGE STORIES FROM A CHINESE STUDIO, Vol. II (of II)
+
+##  A HISTORY OF CHINESE LITERATURE
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+TABLES OF CONTENTS OF VOLUMES
+
+
+
+
+
+THE CIVILIZATION OF CHINA
+By Herbert A. Giles
+Professor of Chinese in the University of Cambridge,
+And sometime H.B.M. Consul at Ningpo
+
+
+CONTENTS
+PREFACE
+THE CIVILIZATION OF CHINA
+CHAPTER I	THE FEUDAL AGE
+CHAPTER II	LAW AND GOVERNMENT
+CHAPTER III	RELIGION AND SUPERSTITION
+CHAPTER IV	A.D. 220-1200
+CHAPTER V	WOMEN AND CHILDREN
+CHAPTER VI	LITERATURE AND EDUCATION
+CHAPTER VII	PHILOSOPHY AND SPORT
+CHAPTER VIII	RECREATION
+CHAPTER IX	THE MONGOLS, 1260-1368
+CHAPTER X	MINGS AND CH'INGS, 1368-1911
+CHAPTER XI	CHINESE AND FOREIGNERS
+CHAPTER XII	THE OUTLOOK
+BIBLIOGRAPHY
+
+
+
+
+
+CHINESE SKETCHES
+by Herbert A. Giles
+
+
+CONTENTS
+PREFACE
+CHINESE SKETCHES
+THE DEATH OF AN EMPEROR
+THE POSITION OF WOMEN
+ETIQUETTE
+ETIQUETTE, NO. II
+LITERATURE
+EDUCATIONAL LITERATURE
+DENTISTRY
+MEDICAL SCIENCE
+MEDICAL SCIENCE, NO. II
+LOAN SOCIETIES
+GUILDS
+PAWNBROKERS
+POSTAL SERVICE
+SLANG
+FORTUNE-TELLING
+GAMES AND GAMBLING
+JURISPRUDENCE
+JURISPRUDENCE, NO. II
+BUDDHIST PRIESTS
+RESPECT FOR THE WRITTEN CHARACTER
+SUPERSTITION
+NATURAL PHENOMENA
+CELEBRATION OF THE NEW YEAR
+THE FEAST OF LANTERNS
+OPIUM SMOKING
+THIEVING
+LYING
+SUICIDE
+TORTURE
+FENG-SHUI
+MONEY
+A DINNER-PARTY
+FEMALE CHILDREN
+TRAVEL
+PREDESTINATION
+JOURNALISM
+FUNERALS
+INQUESTS
+INQUESTS, NO. II
+CHRISTIANITY
+ANTI-CHRISTIAN LYRICS
+CONCLUSION
+
+
+
+
+
+CHINA AND THE MANCHUS
+By Herbert A. Giles, M.A., LL.D.
+Professor of Chinese in the University of Cambridge,
+and sometime H.B.M. Consul at Ningpo
+CONTENTS
+CHAP.	PAGE
+I.	The Nü-chêns and Kitans	1
+II.	The Fall of the Mings	14
+III.	Shun Chih	28
+IV.	K?ang Hsi	40
+V.	Yung Chêng and Ch?ien Lung	52
+VI.	Chia Ch?ing	61
+VII.	Tao Kuang	69
+VIII.	Hsien Fêng	81
+IX.	T?ung Chih	98
+X.	Kuang Hsü	106
+XI.	Hsüan T?ung	121
+XII.	Sun Yat-sen	129
+ 	List of Works Consulted	141
+ 	Index	142
+ILLUSTRATIONS AND MAP
+A Nü-chên Tartar (14th Century)	Frontispiece
+A Kitan Tartar (14th Century)	facing page 2
+Sketch Map of the Far East	at end
+
+
+
+
+
+RELIGIONS OF ANCIENT CHINA
+By Herbert A. Giles
+
+
+CONTENTS
+RELIGIONS OF ANCIENT CHINA
+CHAPTER I	THE ANCIENT FAITH
+CHAPTER II	CONFUCIANISM
+CHAPTER III	TAOISM
+CHAPTER IV	MATERIALISM
+CHAPTER V	BUDDHISM AND OTHER RELIGIONS
+CHRONOLOGICAL SYLLABUS
+SELECTED WORKS BEARING ON THE RELIGIONS OF CHINA
+
+
+
+
+
+CHINA AND THE CHINESE
+By Herbert Allen Giles
+
+
+CONTENTS
+LECTURE I
+THE CHINESE LANGUAGE
+Its Importance-?Its Difficulty-?The Colloquial-?Dialects-?"Mandarin"-?Absence of Grammar-?Illustrations-?Pidgin-English-?Scarcity of Vocables-?The Tones-?Coupled Words-?The Written Language-?The Indicators-?Picture Characters-?Pictures of Ideas-?The Phonetics-?Some Faulty Analyses ... 3
+
+LECTURE II
+A CHINESE LIBRARY
+The Cambridge (Eng.) Library-?(A) The Confucian Canon-?(B) Dynastic History-?The "Historical Record"-?The "Mirror of History"-?Biography-?Encyclopædias-?How arranged-?Collections of Reprints-?The Imperial Statutes-?The Penal Code-?(C) Geography-?Topography-?An Old Volume-?Account of Strange Nations-?(D) Poetry-?Novels-?Romance of the Three Kingdoms-?Plays-?(E) Dictionaries-?The Concordance-?Its Arrangement-?Imperial Catalogue-?Senior Classics ... 37
+
+[viii]LECTURE III
+DEMOCRATIC CHINA
+The Emperor-?Provincial Government-?Circuits-?Prefectures-?Magistracies-?Headboroughs-?The People-?The Magistrate-?Other Provincial Officials-?The Prefect-?The Intendant of Circuit (Tao-t'ai)-?Viceroy and Governor-?Taxation-?Mencius on "the People"-?Personal Liberty-?New Imposts-?Combination-?Illustrations ... 73
+
+LECTURE IV
+CHINA AND ANCIENT GREECE
+Relative Values of Chinese and Greek in Mental and Moral Training-?Lord Granville-?Wên T'ien-hsiang-?Han Yü-?An Emperor-?A Land of Opposites-?Coincidences between Chinese and Greek Civilisations-?The Question of Greek Influence-?Greek Words in Chinese-?Coincidences in Chinese and Western Literature-?Students of Chinese wanted ... 107
+
+LECTURE V
+TAOISM
+Religions in China-?What is Tao?-?Lao Tzu-?The Tao Tê Ching-?Its Claims-?The Philosophy of Lao Tzu-?-Developed by Chuang Tzu-?His View of Tao-?A Taoist Poet-?Symptoms of Decay-?The Elixir of Life-?Alchemy-?The Black Art-?[ix]Struggle between Buddhism and Taoism-?They borrow from One Another-?The Corruption of Tao-?Its Last State ... 141
+
+LECTURE VI
+SOME CHINESE MANNERS AND CUSTOMS
+Origin of the Queue-?Social Life-?An Eyeglass-?Street Etiquette-?Guest and Host-?The Position of Women-?Infanticide-?Training and Education of Women-?The Wife's Status-?Ancestral Worship-?Widows-?Foot-binding-?Henpecked Husbands-?The Chinaman a Mystery-?Customs vary with Places-?Dog's Flesh-?Substitutes at Executions-?Doctors-?Conclusion ... 175
+
+INDEX
+
+
+
+
+
+STRANGE STORIES FROM A CHINESE STUDIO
+Translated And Annotated By Herbert A. Giles
+In Two Volumes, Vol. I.
+CONTENTS.
+Introduction.	Vol. I., pp. xiii-xxxii.
+STORIES.
+ 	Vol. I.
+PAGE	Vol. II.
+PAGE
+Adulteration Punished	—	332
+Alchemist, The	—	313
+Boat-girl Bride, The	—	149
+Boatmen of Lao-lung, The	—	348
+Boon Companion, The	165	—
+Bribery and Corruption	—	170
+Buddhist Priest of Ch'ang-ch'ing, The	22	—
+Buddhist Priests, Arrival of	—	231
+Butterfly's Revenge, The	—	289
+Carrying a Corpse	—	181
+Cattle Plague, The	—	253
+Censor in Purgatory, The	—	238
+Chang Pu-liang	—	177
+Chang's Transformation	237	—
+Chou K'o-ch'ang and his Ghost	—	106
+Clay Image, The	—	276
+Cloth Merchant, The	—	127
+Collecting Subscriptions	—	220
+Considerate Husband, The	158	—
+Country of the Cave Men, The	397	—
+Courage Tested	—	116
+Cruelty Avenged	—	267
+Dead Priest, The	—	247
+Death by Laughing	352	—
+Disembodied Friend, The	—	119
+Dishonesty Punished	—	279
+Doctor, The	—	290
+Donkey's Revenge, The	—	64
+Dr. Tsêng's Dream	387	—
+Dreaming Honours	—	327
+Dutch Carpet, The	—	179
+Dwarf, A	224	—
+Earthquake, An	—	263
+Elephants and the Lion, The	—	343
+Engaged to a Nun	262	—
+Examination for the Post of Guardian Angel	1	—
+Faithful Dog, The	—	261
+Faithful Gander, The	—	342
+Faithless Widow, The	—	39
+Feasting the Ruler of Purgatory	—	284
+Fêng-shui	—	322
+Fight with the Foxes, The	251	—
+Fighting Cricket, The	—	17
+Fighting Quails, The	66	—
+Fisherman and his Friend, The	—	197
+Flood, A	350	—
+Flower-nymphs, The	285	—
+Flying Cow, The	—	249
+Foot-ball on the Tung-t'ing Lake	408	—
+Foreign Priests	343	—
+Fortune-hunter Punished, The	—	272
+Forty Strings of Cash, The	—	211
+Friendship with Foxes	—	300
+Gambler's Talisman, The	419	—
+Grateful Dog, The	—	308
+Great Rat, The	—	303
+Great Test, The	—	310
+Hidden Treasure, The	—	345
+His Father's Ghost	—	142
+Hsiang-ju's Misfortunes	225	—
+Husband Punished, The	422	—
+Incorrupt Official, The	—	358
+Infernal Regions, In the	—	95
+Ingratitude Punished	—	138
+Injustice of Heaven, The	—	111
+Invisible Priest, The	—	235
+Jen Hsiu, The Gambler	196	—
+Joining the Immortals	53	—
+Jonah, A Chinese	—	176
+Judge Lu	92	—
+Justice for Rebels	—	184
+Killing a Serpent	—	190
+King, The	257	—
+Life Prolonged	—	273
+Lingering Death, The	—	325
+Little Chu	143	—
+Lo-ch'a Country and the Sea Market, The	—	1
+Lost Brother, The	203	—
+Mad Priest, The	—	282
+Magic Mirror, The	—	114
+Magic Path, The	—	36
+Magic Sword, The	124	—
+Magical Arts	47	—
+Magnanimous Girl, The	160	—
+Making Animals	—	265
+Man who was changed into a Crow, The	278	—
+Man who was thrown down a Well, The	365	—
+Marriage Lottery, The	428	—
+Marriage of the Fox's Daughter, The	26	—
+Marriage of the Virgin Goddess, The	—	257
+Master-thief, The	347	—
+Metempsychosis	—	207
+"Mirror and Listen" Trick, The	—	251
+Miss Chiao-no	33	—
+Miss Lien-hsiang, The Fox-girl	168	—
+Miss Quarta Hu	152	—
+Miss Ying-ning; or, the Laughing Girl	106	—
+Mr. Tung; or, Virtue Rewarded	—	244
+Mr. Willow and the Locusts	—	242
+Mysterious Head, The	—	135
+Painted Skin, The	76	—
+Painted Wall, The	9	—
+Performing Mice, The	218	—
+Perseverance Rewarded	186	—
+Picture Horse, The	—	286
+Pious Surgeon, The	—	351
+Planchette	—	295
+Planting a Pear-tree	14	—
+Playing at Hanging	354	—
+Priest's Warning, The	—	205
+Princess Lily, The	—	56
+Princess of the Tung-t'ing Lake	—	43
+Quarrelsome Brothers, The	313	—
+Raising the Dead	—	318
+Rat Wife, The	355	—
+Resuscitated Corpse, The	—	193
+Rip van Winkle, A Chinese	—	85
+Roc, The	—	340
+Salt Smuggler, The	—	215
+Saving Life	—	213
+Sea-serpent, The	—	113
+Self-punished Murderer, The	345	—
+She-wolf and the Herd-boys, The	—	330
+Shui-mang Plant, The	136	—
+Singing Frogs, The	217	—
+Singular case of Ophthalmia	—	102
+Singular Verdict	—	307
+Sisters, The	336	—
+Smelling Essays	—	139
+Snow in Summer	—	294
+Solomon, A Chinese	—	335
+Solomon, Another	—	355
+Spirit of the Hills, The	—	137
+Spirits of the Po-yang Lake, The	—	109
+Spiritualistic Séances	—	131
+Stolen Eyes, The	—	233
+Strange Companion, A	—	130
+Stream of Cash, The	—	110
+Supernatural Wife, A	—	166
+Taking Revenge	—	25
+Talking Pupils, The	5	—
+Ta-nan in Search of his Father	296	—
+Taoist Devotee, A	—	183
+Taoist Miracles	—	226
+Taoist Priest, A	246	—
+Taoist Priest of Lao-shan, The	17	—
+Theft of the Peach	—	186
+Three Genii, The	214	—
+Three States of Existence, The	—	90
+Thunder God, The	413	—
+Tiger Guest, The	330	—
+Tiger of Chao-ch'êng, The	219	—
+Tipsy Turtle, The	—	28
+Trader's Son, The	85	—
+Two Brides, The	—	158
+Unjust Sentence, The	—	80
+Virtuous Daughter-in-law, The	374	—
+Wei-ch'i Devil, The	—	268
+Wine Insect, The	—	259
+Wolf Dream, The	—	73
+Wolves	—	305
+Wonderful Stone, The	306	—
+Young Gentleman who couldn't spell, The	326	—
+Young Lady of the Tung-t'ing Lake, The	271	—
+Appendix	A
+"	B
+—	361
+—	389
+
+
+
+
+
+STRANGE STORIES FROM ACHINESE STUDIO
+Translated And Annotated By Herbert A. Giles
+In Two Volumes, Vol. II.
+CONTENTS.
+Introduction.	Vol. I., pp. xiii-xxxii.
+STORIES.
+ 	Vol. I.
+PAGE	Vol. II.
+PAGE
+Adulteration Punished	—	332
+Alchemist, The	—	313
+Boat-girl Bride, The	—	149
+Boatmen of Lao-lung, The	—	348
+Boon Companion, The	165	—
+Bribery and Corruption	—	170
+Buddhist Priest of Ch'ang-ch'ing, The	22	—
+Buddhist Priests, Arrival of	—	231
+Butterfly's Revenge, The	—	289
+Carrying a Corpse	—	181
+Cattle Plague, The	—	253
+Censor in Purgatory, The	—	238
+Chang Pu-liang	—	177
+Chang's Transformation	237	—
+Chou K'o-ch'ang and his Ghost	—	106
+Clay Image, The	—	276
+Cloth Merchant, The	—	127
+Collecting Subscriptions	—	220
+Considerate Husband, The	158	—
+Country of the Cave Men, The	397	—
+Courage Tested	—	116
+Cruelty Avenged	—	267
+Dead Priest, The	—	247
+Death by Laughing	352	—
+Disembodied Friend, The	—	119
+Dishonesty Punished	—	279
+Doctor, The	—	290
+Donkey's Revenge, The	—	64
+Dr. Tsêng's Dream	387	—
+Dreaming Honours	—	327
+Dutch Carpet, The	—	179
+Dwarf, A	224	—
+Earthquake, An	—	263
+Elephants and the Lion, The	—	343
+Engaged to a Nun	262	—
+Examination for the Post of Guardian Angel	1	—
+Faithful Dog, The	—	261
+Faithful Gander, The	—	342
+Faithless Widow, The	—	39
+Feasting the Ruler of Purgatory	—	284
+Fêng-shui	—	322
+Fight with the Foxes, The	251	—
+Fighting Cricket, The	—	17
+Fighting Quails, The	66	—
+Fisherman and his Friend, The	—	197
+Flood, A	350	—
+Flower-nymphs, The	285	—
+Flying Cow, The	—	249
+Foot-ball on the Tung-t'ing Lake	408	—
+Foreign Priests	343	—
+Fortune-hunter Punished, The	—	272
+Forty Strings of Cash, The	—	211
+Friendship with Foxes	—	300
+Gambler's Talisman, The	419	—
+Grateful Dog, The	—	308
+Great Rat, The	—	303
+Great Test, The	—	310
+Hidden Treasure, The	—	345
+His Father's Ghost	—	142
+Hsiang-ju's Misfortunes	225	—
+Husband Punished, The	422	—
+Incorrupt Official, The	—	358
+Infernal Regions, In the	—	95
+Ingratitude Punished	—	138
+Injustice of Heaven, The	—	111
+Invisible Priest, The	—	235
+Jen Hsiu, The Gambler	196	—
+Joining the Immortals	53	—
+Jonah, A Chinese	—	176
+Judge Lu	92	—
+Justice for Rebels	—	184
+Killing a Serpent	—	190
+King, The	257	—
+Life Prolonged	—	273
+Lingering Death, The	—	325
+Little Chu	143	—
+Lo-ch'a Country and the Sea Market, The	—	1
+Lost Brother, The	203	—
+Mad Priest, The	—	282
+Magic Mirror, The	—	114
+Magic Path, The	—	36
+Magic Sword, The	124	—
+Magical Arts	47	—
+Magnanimous Girl, The	160	—
+Making Animals	—	265
+Man who was changed into a Crow, The	278	—
+Man who was thrown down a Well, The	365	—
+Marriage Lottery, The	428	—
+Marriage of the Fox's Daughter, The	26	—
+Marriage of the Virgin Goddess, The	—	257
+Master-thief, The	347	—
+Metempsychosis	—	207
+"Mirror and Listen" Trick, The	—	251
+Miss Chiao-no	33	—
+Miss Lien-hsiang, The Fox-girl	168	—
+Miss Quarta Hu	152	—
+Miss Ying-ning; or, the Laughing Girl	106	—
+Mr. Tung; or, Virtue Rewarded	—	244
+Mr. Willow and the Locusts	—	242
+Mysterious Head, The	—	135
+Painted Skin, The	76	—
+Painted Wall, The	9	—
+Performing Mice, The	218	—
+Perseverance Rewarded	186	—
+Picture Horse, The	—	286
+Pious Surgeon, The	—	351
+Planchette	—	295
+Planting a Pear-tree	14	—
+Playing at Hanging	354	—
+Priest's Warning, The	—	205
+Princess Lily, The	—	56
+Princess of the Tung-t'ing Lake	—	43
+Quarrelsome Brothers, The	313	—
+Raising the Dead	—	318
+Rat Wife, The	355	—
+Resuscitated Corpse, The	—	193
+Rip van Winkle, A Chinese	—	85
+Roc, The	—	340
+Salt Smuggler, The	—	215
+Saving Life	—	213
+Sea-serpent, The	—	113
+Self-punished Murderer, The	345	—
+She-wolf and the Herd-boys, The	—	330
+Shui-mang Plant, The	136	—
+Singing Frogs, The	217	—
+Singular case of Ophthalmia	—	102
+Singular Verdict	—	307
+Sisters, The	336	—
+Smelling Essays	—	139
+Snow in Summer	—	294
+Solomon, A Chinese	—	335
+Solomon, Another	—	355
+Spirit of the Hills, The	—	137
+Spirits of the Po-yang Lake, The	—	109
+Spiritualistic Séances	—	131
+Stolen Eyes, The	—	233
+Strange Companion, A	—	130
+Stream of Cash, The	—	110
+Supernatural Wife, A	—	166
+Taking Revenge	—	25
+Talking Pupils, The	5	—
+Ta-nan in Search of his Father	296	—
+Taoist Devotee, A	—	183
+Taoist Miracles	—	226
+Taoist Priest, A	246	—
+Taoist Priest of Lao-shan, The	17	—
+Theft of the Peach	—	186
+Three Genii, The	214	—
+Three States of Existence, The	—	90
+Thunder God, The	413	—
+Tiger Guest, The	330	—
+Tiger of Chao-ch'êng, The	219	—
+Tipsy Turtle, The	—	28
+Trader's Son, The	85	—
+Two Brides, The	—	158
+Unjust Sentence, The	—	80
+Virtuous Daughter-in-law, The	374	—
+Wei-ch'i Devil, The	—	268
+Wine Insect, The	—	259
+Wolf Dream, The	—	73
+Wolves	—	305
+Wonderful Stone, The	306	—
+Young Gentleman who couldn't spell, The	326	—
+Young Lady of the Tung-t'ing Lake, The	271	—
+Appendix	A
+"	B
+—	361
+—	389
+
+
+
+
+
+A HISTORY OF CHINESE LITERATURE
+By Herbert A. Giles
+
+
+CONTENTS
+BOOK THE FIRST—THE FEUDAL PERIOD (B.C. 600-200)
+CHAP.	PAGE
+I. LEGENDARY AGES—EARLY CHINESE CIVILISATION—ORIGIN OF WRITING	3
+II. CONFUCIUS—THE FIVE CLASSICS	7
+III. THE FOUR BOOKS—MENCIUS	32
+IV. MISCELLANEOUS WRITERS	43
+V. POETRY—INSCRIPTIONS	50
+VI. TAOISM—THE "TAO-TÊ-CHING"	56
+BOOK THE SECOND—THE HAN DYNASTY (B.C. 200-A.D. 200)
+I. THE "FIRST EMPEROR"—THE BURNING OF THE BOOKS—MISCELLANEOUS WRITERS	77
+II. POETRY	97
+III. HISTORY—LEXICOGRAPHY	102
+IV. BUDDHISM	110
+BOOK THE THIRD—MINOR DYNASTIES (A.D. 200-600)
+I. POETRY—MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE	119
+II. CLASSICAL SCHOLARSHIP	137
+BOOK THE FOURTH—THE T'ANG DYNASTY (A.D. 600-900)
+I. POETRY	143
+[viii]II. CLASSICAL AND GENERAL LITERATURE	189
+BOOK THE FIFTH—THE SUNG DYNASTY (A.D. 900-1200)
+I. THE INVENTION OF BLOCK-PRINTING	209
+II. HISTORY—CLASSICAL AND GENERAL LITERATURE	212
+III. POETRY	232
+IV. DICTIONARIES—ENCYCLOPÆDIAS—MEDICAL JURISPRUDENCE	238
+BOOK THE SIXTH—THE MONGOL DYNASTY (A.D. 1200-1368)
+I. MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE—POETRY	247
+II. THE DRAMA	256
+III. THE NOVEL	276
+BOOK THE SEVENTH—THE MING DYNASTY (A.D. 1368-1644)
+I. MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE—MATERIA MEDICA—ENCYCLOPÆDIA OF AGRICULTURE	291
+II. NOVELS AND PLAYS	309
+III. POETRY	329
+BOOK THE EIGHTH—THE MANCHU DYNASTY (A.D. 1644-1900)
+I. THE "LIAO CHAI"—THE "HUNG LOU MÊNG"	337
+II. THE EMPERORS K'ANG HSI AND CH'IEN LUNG	385
+III. CLASSICAL AND MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE—POETRY	391
+IV. WALL LITERATURE—JOURNALISM—WIT AND HUMOUR—PROVERBS AND MAXIMS	425
+BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTE	441
+INDEX	443
+
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+                            BRIGHT ISLANDS
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+                            BY FRANK RILEY
+
+                 _The future enters into us, in order
+                to transform itself in us, long before
+                   it happens._--RAINER MARIA RILKE
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+               Worlds of If Science Fiction, June 1955.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+When the two Geno-Doctors were gone, Miryam took the red capsule from
+under the base of the bedlamp and slipped it between her dry lips.
+
+Reason told her to swallow the capsule quickly, but instead she held it
+under her tongue, clinging, against her will, to the last few moments
+of life.
+
+She knew she was being weak, that she was still seeking hope where
+there was no hope, and she prayed to the ancient God of the Ghetto that
+the gelatin coating would dissolve quickly.
+
+Pain interrupted the prayer, spreading like slow fire from deep within
+her young body, where the unwanted child of Genetics Center stirred so
+restlessly, so impatient to be born.
+
+The white walls of her Center room blurred in and out of focus. Shadows
+merged together in brief, uncertain patterns. Lights flickered where
+there were no lights, and the darkness was so intense it had a glare of
+its own.
+
+At the worst of the pain cycle, Miryam bit down on her under lip until
+the flesh showed as white as her teeth. She fought off temptation to
+crunch the capsule and put an end to all pain, all fear.
+
+No, she would not go that way. She would go in a moment of blinding
+clarity, knowing why, savoring the last bitter sweet second of her
+triumph.
+
+With a subconscious gesture of femininity, Miryam brushed the dark,
+damp hair from her forehead, and wiped the perspiration from her lips.
+
+"Pretty little thing," one of the Geno-Service agents had called her,
+when she was arrested last fall in the Warsaw suburb where she had
+taught nursery school since escaping from the Ghetto.
+
+"Doesn't look a bit like one of her kind," another agent had said,
+putting his hand under her chin and turning her face to the glare of
+his flashlight. "No wonder she fooled the Psycho and Chemico squads....
+Lucky for us!"
+
+"What's the matter, little one?" the first agent had spoken again.
+"Didn't you know we were coming? I thought all of you people were
+supposed to be telepaths.... Or doesn't it work when you're asleep?"
+
+He flipped the covers off her trembling body and whistled.
+
+"Hands off!" the Geno-Sergeant had warned sharply. "She's for Center!"
+
+Now the capsule under her tongue was moist and soft. Time fled on
+swift, fluttering wings. Soon the horror would be done.
+
+But the stubborn spark still glowed, and Miryam allowed her mind to
+drift down the long, shining corridor to the room where the younger of
+the two Geno-Doctors was changing into a white coat. The older man, who
+wore the gold trefoil of Geno-Sar on his collar, tilted back in his
+chair.
+
+"She should be just about due," he said cheerfully.
+
+"Yes, Sir," replied the young doctor, sounding the proper note of
+deference for a man who communed daily with the political elite.
+
+"What do you think of her?"
+
+"Well, Sir, frankly--I was surprised--" The young doctor twisted
+muscular arms to button the back of his jacket. He had but recently
+come from the Genetics Sanitarium on the Black Sea, and his face was
+tanned deep brown. "From reading the weekly reports of your staff, I
+didn't know she was that--that young--"
+
+Miryam trembled with a hope she dared not recognize, but it was crushed
+out of her by the Geno-Sar's booming voice.
+
+"Not only one of the youngest--but one of the very best specimens we've
+had to work with at Center! You read her psi rating?"
+
+"Yes, Sir. Seventy-two point four, wasn't it?"
+
+"Seventy-two point six! Absolutely phenomenal! Closest thing to a pure
+telepath our agents have ever turned up for us! This could be a big
+night for Center, my boy.... A big night!"
+
+The young doctor shook his head to clear away the lingering image of a
+tragic, lovely face against a tear-stained pillow. Miryam was startled
+to find this image in his mind, and her pulse leaped again.
+
+In a carefully professional tone, the young doctor asked:
+
+"What was her rating after insemination? Did the emotional shock...?"
+
+"Not at all! Oh, naturally, she was uncooperative in the tests, but
+pentathol and our cross-references gave us a true picture!"
+
+"And the spermatozoa?"
+
+"Best we could get! Refrigerated about thirty years ago from a specimen
+that tested forty-seven point eight."
+
+The Geno-Sar paused, and because a comment was obviously in order, the
+young doctor said:
+
+"This certainly could be a big night for Center!"
+
+The Geno-Sar snapped his cigarette lighter with an expansive flourish.
+
+"All the sciences have been taking a crack at psi--ever since the last
+Politbureau directive gave it number one priority. You should have
+heard the talk at Sar-Bureau meeting this afternoon! The Math-Sar
+actually laughed at Genetics ... told us to stick to our white mice!"
+
+The young doctor made a polite cluck of disapproval.
+
+"Those stupid mathematicians could learn something of heredity from
+their own ancients," the Geno-Sar continued, growing heated. "Think of
+Liebnitz, gifted at 14--Galois, a genius before he was 21!"
+
+The Geno-Sar recovered his temper, and winked.
+
+"Of course, I didn't say that at the meeting--the Bureau chief is very
+partial to Math--but I did remind them, most pointedly, of the known
+data on inherited sensory differences between individuals. And you
+should have seen the squirming! Especially when I got into the taste
+studies and the phenyl-thio-carbamide tests! Then, when I told of
+Genetics research on sense of time--sense of direction--sensitivity to
+pain, sound and smells--Well, the Chief was hanging on my every word!
+The Psycho-Sar became desperate to the point of rashness, and he jibed
+at me about our ancient master, Profim Lysenko." The Geno-Sar's head
+inclined slightly as he pronounced the name. "But the Chief himself
+gave the correct answer! He quoted from a Bureau directive which stated
+clearly that sensory characteristics, like any others, could well have
+been acquired in the first place, and then passed on through heredity!
+Oh, I tell you, it was a heart-warming afternoon!"
+
+The younger man had been paying him only half attention.
+
+"It's strange we should find some cases of psi among her people," he
+mused. "When I was at the University I always meant to study something
+about the--" he hesitated and searched for the approved term, "--the
+specimen races, but I never had time...."
+
+For an instant the Geno-Sar's steel-blue eyes narrowed, and Miryam was
+shocked to find him appraising the young man for possible heresy. She
+had always regarded the scientific mind as something remote, cold, but
+never as something that could commit a heresy.
+
+However, the Geno-Sar decided to table the subject.
+
+"Of course you didn't!" he boomed. "You couldn't have made such a
+splendid record without total specialization! Each to his own, that's
+how science has prospered under the benevolence of our party!" He
+glanced up at the clock. "Well, aren't we just about ready for this
+delivery?"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Miryam drew back her mind. What a fool she was to go on seeking!
+
+The child resumed its inexorable turning within her swollen body,
+and she knew she could never give to the world a life conceived so
+terribly, so coldly, without love or passion or tenderness.
+
+Even in these final moments, with the gelatin melting under her tongue,
+Miryam shuddered with the remembered anguish of struggling up from the
+depths of anaesthesia to find herself bearing the seed of a child, from
+a faceless man who had died long ago.
+
+Often, during the carefully guarded months of pregnancy, she had
+wondered about that man, who he had been, how his talent had compared
+with hers.
+
+Miryam knew little about genetics, or any other science. The scientific
+mind had always frightened her, and she had feared to explore it.
+But she knew there was no truth to the folklore that psi was a
+characteristic of her people. She knew of only a few cases outside
+her own family, although within her family it seemed to have been a
+characteristic that had recurred frequently for many generations. Her
+father had cautioned her about selecting a husband, and pleaded with
+her not to flee the Ghetto.
+
+For the past three days, since the nurse had momentarily left the
+cabinet at the end of the corridor unlocked and unguarded, Miryam had
+known that she need not be concerned about the success or failure of
+this terrible experiment. From the nurse's mind she had plucked the
+essential facts about the potency of the red capsule. This knowledge,
+for all its loneliness, had been something to cherish, to press to her
+full breasts, as she would never hold that child of horror.
+
+Tears filled her eyes, squeezed in droplets between the closed lids.
+Tears because she was so alone. Tears of unbearable sadness and pity,
+for her people, for her youth and her young body, for the warmth that
+would be eternally cold, for the unnatural child that squirmed and
+turned, and would never cry.
+
+In a last forlorn gesture, in a final seeking before the darkness
+closed, Miryam let her mind stray out of the white room, out of the
+marble magnificence of Center. She let her thoughts escape on the soft
+breeze of the early summer evening.
+
+How beautiful it was, even here in the city, amid the science buildings
+that formed bright islands of light around the minarets and vaulted
+domes of Government Square.
+
+Even these awesome buildings were lovely in the purple dusk. Their
+windows were like scattered emeralds of light.
+
+How could there be so much beauty without compassion? So much knowledge
+without understanding? So much human genius without humanity?
+
+And what a battering of thoughts in the mild air around the centers of
+science! What a discordance! What a tumult of theories, each of them
+nurtured within its own walls by the zealous Sars.
+
+There were the Departments of Chemistry and Physics. There was the
+glass-walled tower of Astronomy! There was the Institute of Psychology,
+with all its many bureaus. And the new Electronics Building, alabaster
+even in the dusk.
+
+They were all there, extending in stately splendor along the main
+avenues, and along the park, where the gossamer mist was rising.
+
+How intolerant were the thoughts they radiated! How sure!
+
+Electronics said: "Quite obviously the answer to psi is in the
+electrical currents of the brain. Our newest electro-encephalograph has
+demonstrated...."
+
+Chemistry said: "Solution to psi inevitably will be found in the
+chemical balance of the cells...."
+
+Parapsychology said: "We must continue to ignore those who insist upon
+attributing physical properties to a non-physical characteristic...."
+
+And underneath this learned babble, Miryam heard the moth-like
+whispering of her own people, starving in the Ghetto, or hidden
+throughout the city, disguised, furtive, tense.
+
+Her mind came close to Government Square, and she cringed, as she
+had cringed all her young life. The somatics were unbearable. Hatred
+and fear, blind prejudice, jealousy, cunning, ceaseless intrigue and
+plotting, setting Sar against Sar, using the genius of each science,
+dividing and ruling.
+
+No, there was nothing left. No hope, no promise. This was the end of
+time. This was the night of the world.
+
+Withdrawing again, retreating into itself, Miryam's mind brushed the
+fragment of a thought. It was a half-formed thought, more a groping,
+more a question, than an idea. It was delicate, fragile, a wraith and a
+wisp. But it came to her as clear as the note from a silver bell.
+
+Startled, she hesitated in her withdrawal, and perceived the young
+Geno-Doctor in the corridor near her room. He had paused by the
+casement window, and was staring out at the twinkling islands of light
+around Government Square.
+
+And as his gaze wandered moodily from Tech, to Psycho, to Chemico, to
+all the incandescent, isolated centers of genius, the idle speculation
+had formed.
+
+"Wouldn't it be an unusual view if all those bright islands were
+connected by strings of light...?"
+
+Once formed, the speculation had fanned the ember of a thought:
+
+"Wonder if psi will build those strings of lights?"
+
+Then the young doctor turned almost guiltily from the window to
+meet the Geno-Sar coming down the corridor. And he said with crisp
+efficiency,
+
+"I'll check out 12-A for delivery."
+
+"Good boy! I'll go on up and check the staff...." The Geno-Sar rubbed
+his hands together, and walked off, repeating nervously, "Two psi
+characteristics must be the answer--two psi--"
+
+"Maybe they are," the young doctor murmured softly. "Maybe they are...."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Delivery, Miryam thought. The life within her throbbed and prodded.
+There was an ebbing of pain for a moment, and in that moment she saw
+with the blinding clarity she had sought that this child of hers might
+bring new hope to the world. That psi ability might be the answer to
+many things for the race of mankind. What did it matter that it was
+conceived without love and emotion. What did it matter that she was
+being used as an experiment ... if this child within her could fulfill
+the promise.
+
+Miryam spat the soft capsule between her quivering lips. She watched it
+roll and bounce across the polished tile floor, toward the door.
+
+Pain returned, and its fire was warm. There were no shadows on the
+wall. Pain returned, and it had purpose and promise. Wonderingly, she
+beheld the concept that science, too, lived with fear, each science in
+its own Ghetto. And if the young doctor was right, if psi....
+
+As the doctor stepped into the room, he bent over and picked up the
+red capsule. His thumb and forefinger felt the warmth, the moisture,
+and he looked long and thoughtfully into Miryam's dark, glowing eyes.
+
+His fingers shook as he wrapped the capsule in a piece of tissue and
+dropped it into the pocket of his white jacket. He picked up the chart
+from the foot of the bed.
+
+"Miryam--" His voice was not under complete control, and he began
+again, with an effort at lightness. "Miryam--that's a strange name.
+What does it mean?"
+
+"It is an ancient spelling," she whispered, her eyes deep and dark,
+filled with pain and wonder. "You may find it easier to call me--Mary."
+
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+                              FORCED MOVE
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+                             BY HENRY LEE
+
+                    _Wars are won by sacrifice. But
+                  computers don't consider sacrifice
+                         an optimum move...._
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+               Worlds of If Science Fiction, June 1955.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Snow had fallen in the morning but now the sky was clear and Ruy, with
+a glance at the frosty stars and a sharp twist of his foot as he ground
+out a cigarette, stepped out quickly. It was axiomatic. What had to be
+done, had to be done. A forged pass, with 48 hours of alleged validity
+gleaming brightly in red letters under the plastic overlaminate was
+better than no pass. And an outdated pass would wipe away a week's work
+in the underground.
+
+The sharp, massive gray outline of the Pentagon loomed before him, dark
+and foreboding against the sky. The brightly lighted entrance through
+which he must gain admittance resembled the glowing peep-hole into the
+inferno of an atomic drive.
+
+Ruy's stomach hardened, then exploded in a surge of bitter, stringent
+gastric juices as the MP glanced at his pass, scrutinized his face, and
+then turned his attention toward others coming through the entrance.
+
+Ruy wanted to run and hide. His dark blue uniform seemed to shrink
+tighter and tighter. The misfit must be apparent from the back. The
+silvery commander's insignia on his jacket weighed heavily at his
+chest and at his heart. He wished desperately for one fleeting, but
+excruciating, moment that he were back on his ship, in his own uniform,
+at the control panel of his computer.
+
+He started off to the right in a seeming trance. The first step had
+been taken. His many hours of thought, study and planning would carry
+him from here.
+
+This was the only way. He had repeated the fact over and over. It was
+an ugly business, but had to be done. Five years of war was enough.
+Man was on his knees before the invaders from outer space; but they in
+turn had been too long from home and were near the breaking point. A
+continued drain would mean defeat for both sides. Ruy could turn the
+tide, but very probably his life would be the minimum sacrifice.
+
+He had decided his fate long before he left the decks of his ship.
+Only the belligerent pride of statesmen, and the steadfast belief in
+the infallability of their computers, kept the two great battle fleets
+drawn in null position against each other. The computers, perhaps,
+deserved such ultimate confidence--in theory. They always predicted
+optimum maneuver envelopes, always predicted mobilization rates to
+develop force fields designed to offset those of the enemy. And they
+always kept battle losses to a minimum--merely dribbling away the
+resources of the solar system. Yet in five years of such optimum
+maneuvering, not a single battle had been won.
+
+Two doors gave way before Ruy's pocket vibrator, the lock tumblers
+slipping and turning freely in a mad frenzy to escape the resonating
+hum. A short, windowless corridor lay before him, broken only by a
+massive door at the other end. Beyond that door lay Ruy's objective.
+
+The guard never had time to do more than note Ruy's presence in this
+sanctum sanctorum. The needle thin spray of a paralyzing drug made his
+body feel stiff, unmanageable, and peculiarly buoyant, as though he
+were being hurled through space. His thoughts became blurred and then
+after a blinding flash, complete oblivion set in.
+
+The two officers seated at the control panels of the master computer
+experienced similar depression of their cardiovascular systems and
+medullae.
+
+Small thermite igniters pressed against the door lock and hinges fused
+the steel door to its frame.
+
+With the smell of scorched paint still stinging his nostrils, Ruy
+seated himself at the control panel, dabbed his left wrist with
+stringent antiseptic, gripped his hand into a fist, and plunged the
+silver probes deep into the nerves of his wrist.
+
+Glancing through the observation window into the battle plotting room
+below, he studied the positions of the fleets as they appeared on the
+large wall diagram of the solar system.
+
+Disregarding the distraction offered by the moving figures of the few
+officers and technicians on duty by the map, he fixed the positions of
+the fleets into his mind. He would have need for a clear visual picture
+until he adapted to the mental images the computer would feed into his
+brain. He worked with furious haste, yet each step was meticulously
+precise--everything depended on his grasping the reins of battle
+from the computer and successfully twisting its authority to his own
+purposes.
+
+Grasping the viewing switch, he threw it on. Pinpoints of light flared
+deep within his brain and seemed to blot his vision. Closing his eyes,
+his brain fought for perspective. Gradually, it focused and perceived
+the solar system, resplendent with sun, planets, moons, and men of war.
+Enveloping each ship were lines of force, scintillating sharp and hard;
+forming cosmic vortexes as the lesser computers on board followed the
+master's directives and distorted the ether around the ships, seeking
+to build a pattern to penetrate the opposing fields and engulf the
+enemy men of war.
+
+A moment, and the game was on. Ruy grasped the "Manual" switch before
+him, pulled hard, and dropped his hands to the keyboard before him.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The General, who was known in military circles as a good Joe, but a
+stickler for the theory of war, relaxed languidly at his desk in the
+small office off the Battle Room. The other officers on duty milled
+around the plotting board within his eyesight awaiting the end of the
+evening shift.
+
+It was strange and new to relax on the job after so many years of fleet
+duty. But staff duty to the master computer was good, politically. He
+was getting along in years, and a few more contacts here might mean a
+separate fleet command of his own, perhaps in pursuit of the invader,
+if the computers could ever break the deadlock.
+
+Suddenly, the sweet reverie of the General was snapped like a tight
+tension cable. A gong on the wall clanged rapidly three times and a
+red flashing light next to the gong told him what his ears refused to
+believe. The computer had been switched to manual. He had received no
+such instructions. In fact, the computer hadn't been on manual since
+the war started.
+
+"Captain, who ordered manual control?" he barked as he sprang to the
+doorway of the Battle Room.
+
+"I don't know, Sir," stammered the Captain. His manner and bearing were
+those of a man who had just been faced with a problem of cataclysmic
+proportions.
+
+"Well check with the control room--on the double--before our fleet gets
+out of defensive position." His parade ground roar snapped the Captain
+out of the catelepsy which had enveloped him and sent him scurrying
+into the corridor.
+
+An almost hysterical shout whirled the General back to the plotting
+board.
+
+"Sir, our fleet is attacking--_attacking!_"
+
+"What? Where?" asked the General, his eyes darting over the board in a
+frantic effort to orient himself.
+
+"Here, Sir, see. The positions are changing gradually in an unusual
+pattern. A patrol ship, a destroyer, and a cruiser have all gone right
+into the enemy vortex field," analyzed the Major.
+
+"Yes, I see--But with the enemy concentrating his ships
+orthogonally--he'll build a vortex that will disintegrate each and
+every ship of ours near the vortex," said the General, his mind coming
+up to full battle speed as it grasped the situation. "My God! Can't
+they see that they're going to certain death?"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A gong sounded in a muffled sort of way in the plotting room below Ruy,
+as a gentle buzz told him that the computer had relinquished control.
+
+His fingers began to play rapidly over the keys. Swift orders of
+strategy were transmitted through steel conduits deep into the computer
+vaults of the building. There, the orders were transposed into detailed
+tactics and beamed throughout the solar system. And as his fingers
+limbered to the keys, he played a deadly tune, a concerto of death.
+
+The fleet grew alive with a sudden awareness; it seemed to be a thing
+alive, straining at its bonds in response to the music played into its
+computers and controls. Suddenly, the fleet sprang forward. A destroyer
+shot out into the midst of the enemy fleet, launching all of its energy
+in one tremendous lurch--only to go down in a flaming wreck as the
+enemy ships swerved and concentrated on it. And a second ship, and then
+a third ship repeated the frightful maneuver, until the whole heavens
+were lighted with the flaming novae of berserk atomic drives.
+
+"General, sir," said the Lieutenant, with sweat rolling from his brow
+as he saluted.
+
+"Yes, Lieutenant," said the General looking away from the battle map of
+the solar system.
+
+"We can't make any headway against the control room door. Must be solid
+steel. Whoever got in there must have fused it shut."
+
+"Well, get a welding torch," said the General, his eyes going back to
+watch the devastation of the fleet. "We've got to get in--get that
+computer back on automatic. Get explosives, if necessary."
+
+"We've sent for a welding torch already, sir. It'll be here in a few
+minutes."
+
+"All right. Send someone for hand grenades too. We've got to stop this
+sabotage before the fleet is annihilated. They're losing ships every
+minute."
+
+"Sir," interposed the Captain standing nearby, "maybe we can cut off
+the computer room someway. I know it's a direct conduit, right to the
+vaults from the control room, but maybe we can cut the conduits and let
+the ships fall back on their emergency circuits."
+
+"Looks like a possible alternative, Captain, though we'd put the
+computer out of operation for several days," said the General. "But
+we're losing our fleet this way."
+
+Seven, eight, nine great men of war went down before the blazing force
+fields of the enemy, who pounced on every sacrifice offered to it by
+the computer.
+
+The Lieutenant turned his eyes from the incandescent glare of the thick
+steel conduit glowing red under the finger of the acetylene torch.
+"General, its extremely resistant to cutting. I doubt if we can cut
+through it before they finally get the door and frame cut away up in
+the control room."
+
+"Keep at it, boy. We've got to get through at the saboteur one way or
+another. Do the best you can. The boys in the fleet are counting on
+you. They're going down to certain death while we delay."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+With the last terms of the new equations of strategy played into the
+computer, Ruy sat back, gave a sigh, opened his eyes, and slipped the
+electrodes from his wrist. His job was almost done. If he could keep
+the others from this control panel for another half hour, the computer
+could operate on his equations fully, and the battle would be won.
+
+The first ships from Earth had already gone down in flames, expendable
+sacrifices to his purpose. But they were not dying in vain. The end
+result would be--must be--victory.
+
+_Wars are fought by strategy, but also by sacrifice. Every general must
+send troops into battle, must expect to sacrifice to make the enemy
+commit himself in the desired way, and so make victory possible._
+
+This was what Ruy believed. He believed it deeply, deeply enough to
+throw aside his career as a rising young theoretical mathematics
+officer of the fleet and to go over the heads of his unconvinced
+superiors, with all their unread reports and unanswered recommendations
+from subordinates, in the only way a man of action could--by taking
+things into his own hands, and staking his life on the gamble.
+
+The General, eyes riveted to the board, winced with pain as ship after
+ship roiled the heavens with flaming death. And as he watched, a
+gradual subtle design became apparent. For every ship he had lost, his
+ships had taken a similar tally--for each sacrifice, a trap was sprung
+and a similar toll taken. Computers did not sacrifice, did not send men
+out to certain death. Therefore a sacrifice was greedily snapped up
+as a mistake of the enemy. And such greed snapped the trap. One move
+forced the next, once the bait was taken.
+
+As the theme of the theory formed in the General's mind, he suddenly
+muttered: "Even exchange will balance a computer's potential--but a
+series of forced, even-exchanges can distort a fleet's position from
+optimum.... I never realized it before--an optimum move is not an
+optimum move--if it's a forced move."
+
+He turned from the board and spoke quietly to the men who stood in
+hushed groups watching the flaming battle.
+
+"Gentlemen, we are winning a great victory; the war will soon be over."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The door to the computer room toppled outward, frame and all, after
+several ceaseless hours of cutting. The impact left the hallway of
+armed men silent and still, like specters in the unreal light from the
+glowing acetylene torch. Just inside the doorway stood a man, his youth
+belied by wise and thoughtful eyes, grinding a cigarette under his
+foot. And as he stepped through the wrecked and twisted door frame not
+a hand was raised against him.
+
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+                                  THE
+                               margenes
+
+                        BY MIRIAM ALLEN DE FORD
+
+               _The tiny, live, straw-colored circles
+               were mysterious but definitely harmless.
+                Yet they were directly responsible for
+              riots, revolution and an atomic war...._
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+             Worlds of If Science Fiction, February 1956.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+There is a small striped smelt called the grunion which has odd
+egglaying habits. At high tide, on the second, third, and fourth nights
+after the full of the moon from March to June, thousands of female
+grunions ride in on the waves to a beach in southern California near
+San Diego, dig tail-first into the soft sand, deposit their eggs, then
+ride back on the wash of the next wave. The whole operation lasts about
+six seconds.
+
+On the nights when the grunion are running, hordes of people used to
+come to the beach with baskets and other containers, and with torches
+to light the scene, and try to catch the elusive little fish in their
+hands.
+
+They were doing that on an April night in 1960. In the midst of the
+excitement of the chase, only a few of them noticed that something else
+was riding the waves in with the grunions.
+
+Among the few who stopped grunion-catching long enough to investigate
+were a girl named Marge Hickin and a boy named Gene Towanda. They were
+UCLA students, "going together", who had come down on Saturday from Los
+Angeles for the fun.
+
+"What on earth do you think these can be, Gene?" Marge asked, holding
+out on her palms three or four of the little circular, wriggling
+objects, looking like small-size doughnuts, pale straw in color.
+
+"Never saw anything like them," Gene admitted. "But then my major's
+psychology, not zoology. They don't seem to bite, anyway. Here let's
+collect some of them instead of the fish. That dingus of yours will
+hold water. We can take them to the Marine Biology lab tomorrow and
+find out what they are."
+
+Marge Hickin and Gene Towanda had started a world-wide economic
+revolution.
+
+None of the scientists at the university laboratory knew what the
+little live straw-colored circles were, either. In fact, after a
+preliminary study they wouldn't say positively whether the creatures
+were animal or vegetable; they displayed voluntary movement, but they
+seemed to have no respiratory or digestive organs. They were completely
+anomalous.
+
+The grunion ran again that night, and Gene and Marge stayed down to
+help the laboratory assistants gather several hundred of the strange
+new objects for further study. They were so numerous that they were
+swamping the fish, and the crowds at the beach began to grumble that
+their sport was being spoiled.
+
+Next night the grunion stopped running--but the little doughnuts
+didn't. They never stopped. They came in by hundreds of thousands every
+night, and those which nobody gathered wriggled their way over the land
+until some of them even turned up on the highways (where a lot of them
+were smashed by automobiles), on the streets and sidewalks of La Jolla,
+and as far north as Oceanside and as far south as downtown San Diego
+itself.
+
+The things were becoming a pest. There were indignant letters to the
+papers, and editorials were written calling on the authorities to do
+something. Just what to do, nobody knew; the only way to kill the
+circular little objects from the sea seemed to be to crush them--and
+they were too abundant for that to be very effective.
+
+Meanwhile, the laboratory kept studying them.
+
+Marge and Gene were interested enough to come down again the next
+weekend to find out what, if anything, had been discovered. Not much
+had: but one of the biochemists at the laboratory casually mentioned
+that chemically the straw-colored circles seemed to be almost pure
+protein, with some carbohydrates and fats, and that apparently they
+contained all the essential vitamins.
+
+College student that he was, Gene Towanda immediately swallowed one of
+the wriggling things down whole, as a joke.
+
+It tickled a little, but that wasn't what caused the delighted
+amazement on his face.
+
+"Gosh!" he exclaimed. "It's delicious!"
+
+He swallowed another handful.
+
+That was the beginning of the great _margene_ industry.
+
+It was an astute reporter, getting a feature story on the sensational
+new food find, who gave the creatures their name, in honor of the boy
+and girl who had first brought the things to the attention of the
+scientists. He dubbed them margenes, and margenes they remained.
+
+"Dr. O. Y. Willard, director of the laboratory," his story said in
+part, "thinks the margenes may be the answer to the increasing and
+alarming problem of malnutrition, especially in undeveloped countries.
+
+"'For decades now,' he said, 'scientists have been worried by the
+growing gap between world population and world food facilities.
+Over-farming, climatic changes caused by erosion and deforestation, the
+encroachment of building areas on agricultural land, and above all the
+unrestricted growth of population, greatest in the very places where
+food is becoming scarcest and most expensive, have produced a situation
+where, if no remedy is found, starvation or semi-starvation may be the
+fate of half the Earth's people. The ultimate result would be the slow
+degeneration and death of the entire human race.
+
+"'Many remedies have been suggested,' Dr. Willard commented further.
+'They range from compulsory birth control to the production of
+synthetic food, hydroponics, and the harvesting of plankton from the
+oceans. Each of these presents almost insuperable difficulties.
+
+"'The one ideal solution would be the discovery of some universal food
+that would be nourishing, very cheap, plentiful, tasty, and that would
+not violate the taboos of any people anywhere in the world. In the
+margenes we may have discovered that food.'
+
+"'We don't know where the margenes came from,' the director went on to
+say, 'and we don't even know yet what they are, biologically speaking.
+What we do know is that they provide more energy per gram than any
+other edible product known to man, that everyone who has eaten them
+is enthusiastic about their taste, that they can be processed and
+distributed easily and cheaply, and that they are acceptable even to
+those who have religious or other objections to certain other foods,
+such as beef, among the Hindus or pork among the Jews and Mohammedans.
+
+"'Even vegetarians can eat them,' Dr. Willard remarked, 'since they are
+decidedly not animal in nature. Neither, I may add, are they vegetable.
+They are a hitherto utterly unknown synthesis of chemical elements in
+living form. Their origin remains undiscovered.'"
+
+Naturally, there was no thought of feeding people on raw margenes.
+Only a few isolated places in either hemisphere would have found live
+food agreeable. Experiment showed that the most satisfactory way to
+prepare them was to boil them alive, like crabs or lobsters. They could
+then be ground and pressed into cakes, cut into convenient portions.
+One one-inch-square cube made a nourishing and delicious meal for a
+sedentary adult, two for a man engaged in hard physical labor.
+
+And they kept coming in from the Pacific Ocean nightly, by the million.
+
+By this time none of them had to be swept off streets or highways. The
+beach where for nearly a century throngs had gathered for the sport of
+catching grunion was off bounds now; it was the property of California
+Margene, Inc., a private corporation heavily subsidized by the Federal
+Government as an infant industry. The grunions themselves had to find
+another place to lay their eggs, or die off--nobody cared which. The
+sand they had used for countless millennia as an incubator was hemmed
+in by factory buildings and trampled by margene-gatherers. The whole
+beautiful shore for miles around was devastated; the university had
+to move its marine biological laboratory elsewhere; La Jolla, once a
+delightful suburb and tourist attraction, had become a dirty, noisy
+honkytonk town where processing and cannery workers lived and spent
+their off-hours; the unique Torrey Pines had been chopped down because
+they interfered with the erection of a freight airport.
+
+But half the world's people were living on margenes.
+
+The sole possession of this wonderful foodstuff gave more power to
+the United States than had priority in the atomic bomb. Only behind
+the Iron Curtain did the product of California Margene, Inc. fail
+to penetrate. _Pravda_ ran parallel articles on the same day, one
+claiming that margenes--_brzdichnoya_--had first appeared long ago on a
+beach of the Caspian Sea and had for years formed most of the Russian
+diet; the other warning the deluded nations receiving free supplies as
+part of American foreign aid that the margenes had been injected with
+drugs aimed at making them weak and submissive to the exploitation of
+the capitalist-imperialists.
+
+There was a dangerous moment at the beginning when the sudden sharp
+decline in stocks of all other food products threatened another 1929.
+But with federal aid a financial crash was averted and now a new high
+level of prosperity had been established. Technological unemployment
+was brief, and most of the displaced workers were soon retained for
+jobs in one of the many ramifications of the new margene industry.
+
+Agriculture, of course, underwent a short deep depression, not only in
+America but all over the world; but it came to an end as food other
+than margenes quickly became a luxury product. Farmers were able to cut
+their production to a small fraction of the former yield, and to get
+rich on the dizzying prices offered for bread, apples, or potatoes.
+And this increased the prosperity of the baking and other related
+industries as well.
+
+In fact, ordinary food costs (which meant margene costs) were so low
+that a number of the larger unions voluntarily asked for wage decreases
+in their next contracts. California Margene, Inc. was able to process,
+pack, and distribute margene cakes at an infinitesimal retail price,
+by reason of the magnitude of the output.
+
+An era of political good feeling fell upon the western world, reflected
+from the well-fed comfort of vast populations whose members never
+before in their lives had had quite enough to eat. The fear of famine
+seemed to be over forever, and with it the fear of the diseases and the
+social unrest that follow famine. Even the U.S.S.R. and its satellites,
+in a conciliatory move in the United Nations Assembly, suggested that
+the long cold war ought to be amenable to a reasonable solution through
+a series of amicable discussions. The western nations, assenting,
+guessed shrewdly that the Iron Curtain countries "wanted in" on the
+margenes.
+
+Marge Hickin and Gene Towanda, who had started it all, left college
+for copywriting jobs with the agency handling the enormous margene
+publicity; they were married a few months later.
+
+And the margenes continued to come in from the sea in countless
+millions. They were being harvested now from the Pacific itself, near
+the shoreline, before they reached the beach. Still no research could
+discover their original source.
+
+Only a few scientists worried about what would happen if the margenes
+should disappear as suddenly as they had arrived. Attempts at breeding
+the creatures had failed completely. They did not undergo fission,
+they did not sporulate, they seemed to have no sex. No methods of
+reproduction known in the plant or animal kingdom seemed to apply
+to them. Hundreds of them were kept alive for long periods--they
+lived with equal ease in either air or water, and they did not take
+nourishment, unless they absorbed it from their environment--but no
+sign of fertility ever appeared. Neither did they seem to die of
+natural causes. They just kept coming in....
+
+On the night of May 7, 1969, not a single margene was visible in the
+ocean or on the beach.
+
+They never came again.
+
+What happened as a result is known to every student of history. The
+world-wide economic collapse, followed by the fall of the most stable
+governments, the huge riots that arose from the frantic attempts to
+get possession of the existing stocks of margene cakes or of the
+rare luxury items of other edibles, the announcement by the U.S.S.R.
+that it had known from the beginning the whole thing was a gigantic
+American hoax in the interests of the imperialistic bloodsuckers,
+the simultaneous atomic attacks by east and west, the Short War of
+1970 that ruined most of what bombs had spared of the Earth, the slow
+struggle back of the remnant of civilization which is all of existence
+you and I have ever known--all these were a direct outgrowth of that
+first appearance of the margenes on the beach near San Diego on an
+April night in 1960.
+
+Marge and Gene Towanda were divorced soon after they had both lost
+their jobs. She was killed in the hydrogen blast that wiped out San
+Diego; he fell in the War of 1970. "Margene" became a dirty word
+in every language on Earth. What small amount of money and ability
+can be spared is, as everyone knows, devoted today to a desperate
+international effort to reach and colonize another habitable planet of
+the Solar System, if such there be.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+As for the margenes, themselves, out of the untold millions that had
+come, only a few thousand were lucky enough to survive and find their
+way back to their overcrowded starting-point. In their strange way of
+communication--as incomprehensible to us as would be their means of
+nourishment and reproduction, or their constitution itself--they made
+known to their kin what had happened to them. There is no possibility,
+in spite of the terrific over-population of their original home and of
+the others to which they are constantly migrating, that they will ever
+come here again.
+
+There has been much speculation, particularly among writers of science
+fiction, on what would happen if aliens from other planets should
+invade Earth. Would they arrive as benefactors or as conquerors? Would
+we welcome them or would we overcome and capture them and put them in
+zoos and museums? Would we meet them in friendship or with hostility?
+
+The margenes gave us the answer.
+
+Beings from outer space came to Earth in 1960.
+
+And we ate them.
+
+
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+                            BILTMORE ESTATE
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+                           Biltmore-Asheville
+                             North Carolina
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+
+Approached from the Biltmore Lodge Gate of Biltmore Estate, along a
+three-mile drive of paved roads which wind their way through plantations
+of flowering shrubs and forests of pine, hemlock and hardwood, Biltmore
+House, for nearly half a century unique among the great country houses
+of America, comes into view with almost startling suddenness. A sharp
+turn through the wrought iron gates of the north entrance gives one the
+first view of the magnificent mansion completed by George W. Vanderbilt
+in 1895.
+
+    [Illustration: _Banquet Hall and Its Triple Fireplace_]
+
+Following in many details the lines of French Renaissance chateaux,
+particularly those of Blois and Chambord, Biltmore House was designed by
+Richard M. Hunt, of New York. The landscape setting of the mansion and
+the estate was planned by Frederick Law Olmsted, designer of Central
+Park, New York, and executed under the direction of C. D. Beadle, for
+more than sixty years Superintendent of the Estate. By many, the great
+estate surrounding the mansion is believed to be the finest example of
+landscape design in America.
+
+The visitor can profitably study the exterior of the mansion before
+passing through the main portal. The structure has a frontage of 780
+feet. The breadth of the house, from the main door to the west front, is
+150 feet. The facade rises in three distinct levels, graduated from
+portals to finials. The characteristic French peaked roof, with its
+dormer windows and lofty chimneys, relieves any tendency toward
+severity. The walls are of hand-tooled Indiana limestone; the roof is of
+slate.
+
+Biltmore House, begun in 1890, was completed and opened in 1895 after
+five years of intensive construction. Special railroad tracks were laid
+from what is now Biltmore station to the site—three miles away—for the
+conveyance of the great mass of construction material required. Hundreds
+of skilled artisans from various parts of this country and Europe worked
+unremittingly, while other hundreds of laborers from the mountain
+sections of North Carolina were given steady employment during the
+period of construction.
+
+The visitor gains the first impression of the mansion’s magnitude when
+passing through the main entrance door, flanked by sixteenth century
+lions of Italian marble, into the great hall which gives access to the
+main rooms. The self-supporting arches surrounding the Palm Court are
+ceiled with tiles especially made by the celebrated artist and
+architect, Rafael Guastavino, while the arches and dome of the broad
+circular stairway which spirals to the topmost floor from the left side
+of the hall are of Indiana limestone. Facing the entrance door from the
+rear of the hall is a ceremonial furnishing of Cardinal Richelieu,
+showing the Cardinal’s coat-of-arms, motto and hat; it is one of a pair,
+the other is hung on the wall of the second-floor corridor. The grand
+staircase, modeled after that of the Chateau Blois, winds its way around
+the massive wrought iron chandelier which extends downward from the roof
+to the Entrance Hall ceiling, and bears a light cluster for each
+landing.
+
+While visitors are free to choose their own itinerary, the tour of the
+mansion usually begins at the Court of Palms, adjoining the Entrance
+Hall. This court is a sunken area, encircled with marble and, in almost
+every season, adorned with masses of flowers from the gardens and
+greenhouses. The central fountain is surmounted by a statue of a boy and
+swan, the work of Karl Bitter, the Austro-American sculptor. On the
+walls are copies of the Parthenon Reliefs, now in the British Museum.
+
+From the Court of Palms the visitor enters the Oak Drawing Room,
+panelled in Norwegian oak. Most of the engravings hanging here are after
+paintings by Landseer. Heads of deer, buffalo, moose, and bear also
+adorn the walls. The three bronzes over the fireplace are by Barye,
+while on the bookcase at the left are four Chinese Celadon vases. The
+Spanish table in the center is of late eighteenth century origin, as is
+the writing desk facing the entrance.
+
+From the Oak Drawing Room one enters the great Banquet Hall, one of the
+chief centers of attraction. Copied in large measure from an old Norman
+banquet hall, this room is 72 feet long; its ceiling reaches a height of
+75 feet. At one end a triple fireplace, extending almost across the
+entire width of the room, is surmounted by a frieze by Bitter, “The
+Return From The Chase.” High above the frieze are grouped the flags of
+the great powers of Europe at the time Columbus discovered America.
+
+The outstanding objects of interest in the Banquet Hall are five
+sixteenth century tapestries depicting the story of Vulcan and the loves
+of Venus and Mars. It is the unconfirmed legend that these tapestries,
+woven of silk and gold, adorned the tent of the French King, Francis I,
+on the occasion of his historic meeting with Henry VIII of England on
+the Field of the Cloth of Gold. The various figures on the tapestries,
+which were made in Brussels after the cartoons of the Bolognese painter,
+Primaticcio, stand out in striking relief. Particularly does one note
+the beauty and naturalness of the four medallions, one at each corner.
+
+On the walls are replicas of the flags of the thirteen original states,
+and the Biltmore Estate World War service flag, with its fifty-three
+stars—three of them gold—hangs proudly over the center arch. At the
+opposite end of the Banquet Hall from the fireplace, sets of shelves
+display brass and copper pieces of Dutch, Spanish and French origin
+which are attributed to artisans of the seventeenth century. The large
+pipes in the organ loft above are flanked by wood carved reliefs by Karl
+Bitter, depicting scenes from Wagner’s operas.
+
+From the Banquet Hall the visitor proceeds to the Dining Room, the walls
+of which are wainscotted in red marble, surmounted by tooled Spanish
+leather; the upholstery is of Genoese velvet in red and gold. On the
+right is the fireplace by Wedgwood. Portraits of members of the
+Vanderbilt family hang from the walls. In this room are displayed
+beautiful ivory carvings and lustre-ware.
+
+In the Print Room are rare engravings by Earlom, McArdell, Turner,
+Cousins, Ward and Cole. On the center pillar of the entrance is the
+remarkable engraving, “The Executioner,” by Prince Rupert, after
+Spagnoletto; underneath it is “The Virgin and Child,” engraved by
+Theodore Caspara Furstenbergh, after Correggio. The large reassembled
+engraving on the left wall shows the family pedigree of Maximilian the
+Great, by Albrecht Durer (1515); the six engravings on either side of
+this piece are also by Durer.
+
+A Spanish cabinet of the sixteenth century is placed on the left of the
+large Durer engraving; on the right a Dutch cabinet of the late
+seventeenth century. On the right of the entrance, in the center of the
+end wall, is an Italian ebony dresser of the sixteen-seventeenth
+century; between the windows are a number of bronze busts by Meunier.
+
+An antique that attracts much interest, especially among students of
+history, is found in the right hand corner of this room, near the
+entrance—the chess table and set of chessmen once owned by Napoleon
+Bonaparte, and used by him during the six years of his imprisonment on
+the island of St. Helena. Tradition has it that the emperor’s heart was
+placed in the drawer of this table, after being sealed in a silver box,
+following the autopsy performed by Antommarchi. Doctor O’Meara, a
+physician placed in attendance on Napoleon by the British government,
+says in his memoirs that Lady Holland, of England, presented the famous
+Corsican with a chess table, and it is probable that this is the table
+referred to by O’Meara.
+
+From the Print Room visitors enter the Tapestry Gallery. Covering almost
+the entire 90-foot length of the walls are Flemish tapestries of the
+late fifteenth century, depicting Prudence, Faith and Charity. On the
+left of the first fireplace is a sofa in French tapestry of Henry III
+period, late sixteenth century; the six tapestry chairs in the center of
+the gallery are Louis XIV. Four chairs and the sofa under the middle
+tapestry are of Louis XIV period.
+
+    [Illustration: _In The Tapestry Gallery_]
+
+    [Illustration: _The Grand Spiral Stairway_]
+
+In the center is a large refectory table from an old English monastery,
+probably removed from its original setting during the reign of Henry
+VIII. Twelve Dresden china figures of the Twelve Apostles, bearing
+imprint of the Imperial Arms of Austria, are believed to have come from
+a private chapel of the Hapsburgs. Over the door into the Library is a
+portrait of George W. Vanderbilt by Sargent; on the left a Sargent
+portrait of his mother, Mrs. William H. Vanderbilt, and on the right a
+portrait of Mrs. Peter Goelet Gerry (formerly Mrs. George W. Vanderbilt)
+by Boldini.
+
+    [Illustration: _The Dining Room_]
+
+Moving into the Library the visitor’s attention centers on the famous
+ceiling painted by Tiepolo, the last outstanding artist of the Venetian
+school, who died in 1770. The canvas, which covers the library ceiling,
+was obtained by Mr. Vanderbilt from an old Italian palace, on his pledge
+that the name of the former owner should never be revealed.
+
+The unique library, panelled in Circassian walnut, contains more than
+20,000 volumes, among them rare works on art, architecture and landscape
+gardens. Over the fireplace hangs an Italian tapestry, of the late
+seventeenth century. Two white porcelain vases of eighteenth century,
+three large Chinese goldfish bowls, credited to the Ming dynasty, and a
+piece of sixteenth century Spanish embroidery on the long table at the
+end of the room, are other rare objects of interest. The carved black
+marble fireplace on the left is nine feet wide and six feet high; the
+figures on the andirons are by Bitter.
+
+Leaving the Library one mounts the grand staircase to the second floor
+and enters the First Hall, a room 72 by 35 feet. Here are hung many
+valuable paintings, among them Sargent’s life-size portraits of Richard
+Morris Hunt and Frederick Law Olmsted, designers of the house and the
+estate respectively. Here also is seen a large Persian palace or temple
+rug, middle sixteenth century, 33 by 25 feet. The furniture here is
+Venetian, late eighteenth century. Another object of interest is a
+Spanish Wedding Vestment Chest. Above is an Italian mirror, nineteenth
+century.
+
+Opening from the hall is the Louis XVI Bedroom with furniture of that
+period. The South Bedroom, once occupied by Mr. Vanderbilt, commands
+from its windows views of rarely excelled scenic splendor. In this room
+the carving and panelling are of walnut; the furniture is Spanish,
+Italian and Portuguese of the early eighteenth century. The bed, hung in
+red and gold, is Spanish.
+
+The North Bedroom is upholstered in purple and gold Genoese velvet. The
+Oak Sitting Room, between the North and South Bedrooms, contains several
+large and beautiful bronzes by Barye, Meunier and Mene. There also is a
+Maria di Medici settee bearing the private monogram of that tempestuous
+queen, and on the wall are displayed Sargent’s portraits of Mrs. Kissam
+and Mrs. Bacon.
+
+The visitor emerging from the mansion looks down upon a grassy
+Esplanade, in the center of which are a fountain and pool, with
+driveways on either side. Beyond the Esplanade is a magnificent
+structure of stone, the “Rampe Douce,” with its three turtle founts,
+erected to enable one, whether mounted or afoot, to reach the bridle
+paths and glades above and beyond. Below the level of the Library
+Terrace and the Esplanade, surrounded by boxwood and holly hedges, are
+the Swimming Pool and Italian Garden. The holly hedge is studded at
+regular intervals with Italian sculptured urns. Here is the wall with
+ivy from Kenilworth Castle, and a veritable forest of old Wistaria vine
+greets the visitor in the Pergola. Here, as in almost every other part
+of the grounds adjacent to the mansion, are rare examples of beautiful
+statuary procured by Mr. Vanderbilt on his travels abroad.
+
+Beyond the Library Terrace are the Italian Garden, the Shrub Garden, the
+Walled Garden, the Spring Garden and the Azalea Garden, in the aggregate
+containing about thirty-five acres of rare and beautiful plants and
+flowers in almost endless variety, which bloom in seasonal succession.
+
+The greenhouses at the end of the Walled Garden are devoted to the
+cultivation of plants and flowers used in the adornment of the mansion.
+The giant palms and ferns of many varieties present a truly tropical
+scene.
+
+An estate of some 12,000 acres surrounds Biltmore House; formerly it
+comprised more than 100,000 acres, but a large portion of the forest
+area was granted to the government by Mrs. Vanderbilt after Mr.
+Vanderbilt’s death, as the nucleus of Pisgah National Forest, and 1,500
+acres were allotted for development of the Biltmore Forest Country Club
+and the Town of Biltmore Forest. The estate, with its 17 miles of paved
+and macadam roads, and 120 miles of equestrian trails and earth roads,
+gives employment to more than 500 people, the greater number of these
+being engaged in the operation of the Biltmore Dairy Farms and kindred
+activities. The Biltmore herd of some 1200 pure-bred Jerseys is one of
+the largest, and is recognized as one of the finest, in the country.
+
+As a result of the efforts on behalf of the Asheville Chamber of
+Commerce, Biltmore House was opened to the public March 15, 1930,
+sixteen years after Mr. Vanderbilt’s death. Admission tickets are on
+sale at the Biltmore Estate office on the Plaza in Biltmore, and at the
+Asheville Chamber of Commerce.
+
+    [Illustration: _A Section of The Library_]
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+—Silently corrected a few typos.
+
+—There was no publication information in the printed edition: this eBook
+  is believed public-domain in the country of publication.
+
+—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by
+  _underscores_.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+THE RUMBLE AND THE ROAR
+
+BY STEPHEN BARTHOLOMEW
+
+_The noise was too much for him.
+He wanted quiet--at any price._
+
+[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+Worlds of If Science Fiction, February 1957.
+Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+When Joseph got to the office his ears were aching from the noise of
+the copter and from his earplugs. Lately, every little thing seemed to
+make him irritable. He supposed it was because his drafting department
+was behind schedule on the latest Defense contract. His ears were sore
+and his stomach writhed with dyspepsia, and his feet hurt.
+
+Walking through the clerical office usually made him feel better. The
+constant clatter of typewriters and office machines gave him a sense
+of efficiency, of stability, an all-is-well-with-the-world feeling. He
+waved to a few of the more familiar employees and smiled, but of course
+you couldn't say hello with the continual racket.
+
+This morning, somehow, it didn't make him feel better. He supposed it
+was because of the song they were playing over the speakers, "Slam Bang
+Boom," the latest Top Hit. He hated that song.
+
+Of course the National Mental Health people said constant music had a
+beneficial effect on office workers, so Joseph was no one to object,
+even though he did wonder if anyone could ever actually listen to it
+over the other noise.
+
+In his own office the steady din was hardly diminished despite
+soundproofing, and since he was next to an outside wall he was
+subjected also to the noises of the city. He stood staring out of the
+huge window for awhile, watching the cars on the freeway and listening
+to the homogeneous rumble and scream of turbines.
+
+_Something's wrong with me_, he thought. _I shouldn't be feeling this
+way. Nerves. Nerves._
+
+He turned around and got his private secretary on the viewer. She
+simpered at him, trying to be friendly with her dull, sunken eyes.
+
+"Betty," he told her, "I want you to make an appointment with my
+therapist for me this afternoon. Tell him it's just a case of nerves,
+though."
+
+"Yes sir. Anything else?" Her voice, like every one's, was a high
+pitched screech trying to be heard above the noise.
+
+Joseph winced. "Anybody want to see me this morning?"
+
+"Well, Mr. Wills says he has the first model of his invention ready to
+show you."
+
+"Let him in whenever he's ready. Otherwise, if nothing important comes
+up, I want you to leave me alone."
+
+"Yes, sir, certainly." She smiled again, a mechanical, automatic smile
+that seemed to want to be something more.
+
+Joseph switched off.
+
+_That was a damn funny way of saying it_, he thought. _"I want you to
+leave me alone." As if somebody were after me._
+
+He spent about an hour on routine paperwork and then Bob Wills showed
+up so Joseph switched off his dictograph and let him in.
+
+"I'm afraid you'll have to make it brief, Bob," he grinned. "I've a
+whale of a lot of work to do, and I seem to be developing a splitting
+headache. Nerves, you know."
+
+"Sure, Mister Partch. I won't take a minute; I just thought you'd like
+to have a look at the first model of our widget and get clued in on our
+progress so far...."
+
+"Yes, yes, just go ahead. How does the thing work?"
+
+Bob smiled and set the grey steel chassis on Partch's desk, sat down in
+front of it, and began tracing the wiring for Joseph.
+
+It was an interesting problem, or at any rate should have been. It
+was one that had been harassing cities, industry, and particularly
+air-fields, for many years. Of course, every one wore earplugs--and
+that helped a little. And some firms had partially solved the problem
+by using personnel that were totally deaf, because such persons
+were the only ones who could stand the terrific noise levels that a
+technological civilization forced everyone to endure. The noise from
+a commercial rocket motor on the ground had been known to drive men
+mad, and sometimes kill them. There had never seemed to be any wholly
+satisfactory solution.
+
+But now Bob Wills apparently had the beginnings of a real answer. A
+device that would use the principle of interference to cancel out sound
+waves, leaving behind only heat.
+
+It should have been fascinating to Partch, but somehow he couldn't make
+himself get interested in it.
+
+"The really big problem is the power requirement," Wills was saying.
+"We've got to use a lot of energy to cancel out big sound waves, but
+we've got several possible answers in mind and we're working on all of
+them."
+
+He caressed the crackle-finish box fondly.
+
+"The basic gimmick works fine, though. Yesterday I took it down to a
+static test stand over in building 90 and had them turn on a pretty
+fair-sized steering rocket for one of the big moon-ships. Reduced the
+noise-level by about 25 per cent, it did. Of course, I still needed my
+plugs."
+
+Joseph nodded approvingly and stared vacantly into the maze of
+transistors and tubes.
+
+"I've built it to work on ordinary 60 cycle house current," Wills told
+him. "In case you should want to demonstrate it to anybody."
+
+Partch became brusque. He liked Bob, but he had work to do.
+
+"Yes, I probably shall, Bob. I tell you what, why don't you just leave
+it here in my office and I'll look it over later, hm?"
+
+"Okay, Mr. Partch."
+
+Joseph ushered him out of the office, complimenting him profusely on
+the good work he was doing. Only after he was gone and Joseph was alone
+again behind the closed door, did he realize that he had a sudden
+yearning for company, for someone to talk to.
+
+<tb>
+
+Partch had Betty send him in a light lunch and he sat behind his desk
+nibbling the tasteless stuff without much enthusiasm. He wondered if he
+was getting an ulcer.
+
+Yes, he decided, he was going to have to have a long talk with Dr.
+Coles that afternoon. Be a pleasure to get it all off his chest, his
+feeling of melancholia, his latent sense of doom. Be good just to talk
+about it.
+
+Oh, everything was getting to him these days. He was in a rut, that was
+it. A rut.
+
+He spat a sesame seed against the far wall and the low whir of the
+automatic vacuum cleaner rose and fell briefly.
+
+Joseph winced. The speakers were playing "Slam Bang Boom" again.
+
+His mind turned away from the grating melody in self defense, to look
+inward on himself.
+
+Of what, after all, did Joseph Partch's life consist? He licked his
+fingers and thought about it.
+
+What would he do this evening after work, for instance?
+
+Why, he'd stuff his earplugs back in his inflamed ears and board the
+commuter's copter and ride for half an hour listening to the drumming
+of the rotors and the pleading of the various canned commercials played
+on the copter's speakers loud enough to be heard over the engine noise
+and through the plugs.
+
+And then when he got home, there would be the continuous yammer of his
+wife added to the Tri-Di set going full blast and the dull food from
+the automatic kitchen. And synthetic coffee and one stale cigaret.
+Perhaps a glass of brandy to steady his nerves if Dr. Coles approved.
+
+Partch brooded. The sense of foreboding had been submerged in the day's
+work, but it was still there. It was as if, any moment, a hydrogen
+bomb were going to be dropped down the chimney, and you had no way of
+knowing when.
+
+And what would there be to do after he had finished dinner that night?
+Why, the same things he had been doing every night for the past fifteen
+years. There would be Tri-Di first of all. The loud comedians, and the
+musical commercials, and the loud bands, and the commercials, and the
+loud songs....
+
+And every twenty minutes or so, the viewer would jangle with one of
+Felicia's friends calling up, and more yammering from Felicia.
+
+Perhaps there would be company that night, to play cards and sip drinks
+and talk and talk and talk, and never say a thing at all.
+
+There would be aircraft shaking the house now and then, and the cry of
+the monorail horn at intervals.
+
+And then, at last, it would be time to go to bed, and the murmur of the
+somnolearner orating him on the Theory of Groups all through the long
+night.
+
+And in the morning, he would be shocked into awareness with the clangor
+of the alarm clock and whatever disc jockey the clock radio happened to
+tune in on.
+
+Joseph Partch's world was made up of sounds and noises, he decided.
+Dimly, he wondered of what civilization itself would be constructed if
+all the sounds were once taken away. _Why_, after all, was the world
+of Man so noisy? It was almost as if--as if everybody were making as
+much noise as they could to conceal the fact that there was something
+lacking. Or something they were afraid of.
+
+Like a little boy whistling loudly as he walks by a cemetery at night.
+
+Partch got out of his chair and stared out the window again. There was
+a fire over on the East Side, a bad one by the smoke. The fire engines
+went screaming through the streets like wounded dragons. Sirens, bells.
+Police whistles.
+
+All at once, Partch realized that never in his life had he experienced
+real quiet or solitude. That actually, he had no conception of what an
+absence of thunder and wailing would be like. A total absence of sound
+and noise.
+
+Almost, it was like trying to imagine what a negation of _space_ would
+be like.
+
+And then he turned, and his eyes fell on Bob Wills' machine. It could
+reduce the noise level of a rocket motor by 25 per cent, Wills had
+said. Here in the office, the sound level was less than that of a
+rocket motor.
+
+And the machine worked on ordinary house current, Bob had said.
+
+Partch had an almost horrifying idea. Suppose....
+
+But what would Dr. Coles say about this, Partch wondered. Oh, he had to
+get a grip on himself. This was silly, childish....
+
+But looking down, he found that he had already plugged in the line
+cord. An almost erotic excitement began to shake Joseph's body. The
+sense of disaster had surged up anew, but he didn't recognize it yet.
+
+An absence of _sound_? No! Silly!
+
+Then a fire engine came tearing around the corner just below the
+window, filling the office with an ocean of noise.
+
+Joseph's hand jerked and flicked the switch.
+
+And then the dream came back to him, the nightmare of the night before
+that had precipitated, unknown to him, his mood of foreboding. It came
+back to him with stark realism and flooded him with unadorned fear.
+
+In the dream, he had been in a forest. Not just the city park, but a
+_real_ forest, one thousands of miles and centuries away from human
+civilization. A wood in which the foot of Man had never trod.
+
+It was dark there, and the trees were thick and tall. There was no
+wind, the leaves were soft underfoot. And Joseph Partch was all alone,
+_completely_ alone.
+
+And it was--quiet.
+
+Doctor Coles looked at the patient on the white cot sadly.
+
+"I've only seen a case like it once before in my entire career, Dr.
+Leeds."
+
+Leeds nodded.
+
+"It _is_ rather rare. Look at him--total catatonia. He's curled into a
+perfect foetal position. Never be the same again, I'm afraid."
+
+"The shock must have been tremendous. An awful psychic blow, especially
+to a person as emotionally disturbed as Mr. Partch was."
+
+"Yes, that machine of Mr. Wills' is extremely dangerous. What amazes
+me is that it didn't kill Partch altogether. Good thing we got to him
+when we did."
+
+Dr. Coles rubbed his jaw.
+
+"Yes, you know it _is_ incredible how much the human mind can sometimes
+take, actually. As you say, it's a wonder it didn't kill him."
+
+He shook his head.
+
+"Perfectly horrible. How could any modern human stand it? Two hours, he
+was alone with that machine. Imagine--_two hours_ of total silence!"
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Rumble and the Roar, by Stephen Bartholomew
+
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+                             RAINBOW BRIDGE
+                           NATIONAL MONUMENT
+                                  UTAH
+
+
+    [Illustration: DEPARTMENT OF THE INTERIOR · March 3, 1849]
+
+                UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF THE INTERIOR
+                     Oscar L. Chapman, _Secretary_
+
+                         NATIONAL PARK SERVICE
+                     Arthur E. Demaray, _Director_
+
+
+
+
+                             RAINBOW BRIDGE
+                           NATIONAL MONUMENT
+
+
+  _Remote in spectacular red canyon country stands majestically
+  beautiful Rainbow Bridge, the most stupendous of its kind and one of
+  the great wonders of the world._
+
+The inspiration gained by a visit to Rainbow Bridge National Monument is
+supreme. The majestic beauty of the bridge affects people in many ways.
+The delicate balance, graceful sweep, symmetry, beautiful toning of
+color, and superb setting of this rainbow-shaped stone arch suggest
+Divine guidance during its creation. The aborigines must have sensed
+this, for they built altars here.
+
+Rainbow Bridge stands in the semidesert country of southeastern Utah. It
+nestles among canyons carved by streams that wind their way from the
+northern side of Navajo Mountain toward the Colorado River. It spans
+Rainbow Bridge Canyon and the tiny streamlet in its bottom.
+
+Rainbow Bridge is greater than any other known natural bridge in size,
+in color, and in its almost perfect symmetry. With a 278-foot span, the
+bridge gracefully arches to a height of 309 feet—large enough to
+straddle our capitol building in Washington, D. C. Thicker at the top
+than a three-story building (42 feet), it is wide enough (33 feet) to
+accommodate the average highway.
+
+Rainbow Bridge stands in one of the most remote and inaccessible areas
+in the United States. So rugged is the surrounding Rainbow Plateau that
+few of the Navajo and Paiute Indians who live nearby have ever seen the
+bridge.
+
+
+_HISTORY OF DISCOVERY_
+
+While leading an archeological expedition through southeastern Utah and
+northern Arizona during the summer of 1908, Dr. Byron Cummings, then
+Dean of Arts and Sciences, University of Utah, became interested in
+rumors of a great stone arch somewhere in the vicinity of Navajo
+Mountain. Mr. and Mrs. John Wetherill, of Oljato, Utah, related to him
+rumors of the arch which were prevalent among the Indians. Mrs.
+Wetherill later learned from Nasja, a Paiute Indian from Paiute Canyon,
+that his son, Nasja-begay, had actually seen the great stone arch and
+could return to it.
+
+During July 1909, Dr. Cummings formulated plans to set out in search of
+the bridge. There were delays in obtaining the necessary guides. In the
+meantime, Dr. Cummings received word that W. B. Douglass, a Government
+surveyor, was en route to the area also to look for the arch.
+Subsequently, the Cummings-Douglass parties met and joined in the search
+for the Nonnozoshi, which was the Navajo word for the great stone arch.
+
+The journey lasted several days. The party crossed canyons and “slick
+rock” surfaces where the horses slipped and skidded. Frequently, it was
+necessary to retrace portions of the course, because forward progress
+was blocked by “rimrock” ledges which the horses were unable to cross.
+There were more canyons, some with dry, boulder-choked beds, others with
+water and dense brush.
+
+Across a scrub juniper (cedar) flat, and down into the last canyon they
+went. This was Nonnezoshi Biko, the Indian guide’s name for the canyon
+of the great stone arch, or Rainbow Bridge Canyon of the present.
+
+The horses, as well as the men, were fagged because of the hard trail
+and shortage of forage and water. The footsore procession trudged
+forward; and in the late afternoon of August 14, 1909, the party rounded
+a bend in the canyon, and Dr. Cummings became the first white man to see
+the largest and most beautiful of all known stone arches, Rainbow
+Bridge.
+
+    [Illustration: _How a natural bridge is formed_]
+
+
+_HOW WAS IT FORMED?_
+
+Geologists tell us that, at the time of the formation of the rocks from
+which Rainbow Bridge was later carved, the physical environment of that
+vicinity may not have differed greatly from much of the present
+Southwest. Broad valleys surrounded by highlands were present.
+
+Run-off from rainfall in the highlands brought great quantities of
+gravel, sand, and mud, which were spread as horizontal sheets over the
+floors of the valleys. Locally there were shallow lakes.
+
+Mud and sand were deposited in the lakes, and evaporation of the water
+produced limy and gypsum-filled muds. These sediments were compressed by
+being deeply buried to form the layers belonging to the Kayenta
+formation, part of which is the thin-bedded stratum exposed in the
+canyon beneath Rainbow Bridge.
+
+Following this period of deposition, there was a changed environment
+during which sand accumulated until it was several hundred feet in
+thickness. It was deposited in curved cross-bedded layers in dunes,
+later to be blown away and redeposited again and again. This produced a
+complex system of cross-bedding throughout the entire formation.
+
+In time, a blanket of other rock materials was deposited by wind and
+water over the shifting sand. Percolating water, with lime and gypsum in
+solution, aided in making the material firm and hard to form what has
+been named the Navajo sandstone.
+
+Then followed a general uplift of the entire region. Drainage courses
+traversed the newly formed rocks and the principal streams carved broad
+valleys with sweeping curves or meanders. The wind and other forces of
+weather chiseled away at the rocks to form “slick rock” surfaces and the
+dome-shaped hills called whalebacks and baldheads.
+
+A large mass of molten rock pushed outward from the interior, arching
+the earth’s crust to form Navajo Mountain. This local uplift caused
+small streams to furrow canyons across the soft cross-bedded Navajo
+sandstone. It also caused the large streams to deepen their channels;
+those with broad valleys, through necessity, followed the former
+meandering course.
+
+This frequently gave rise to blocks of solid rock, called “fins” and
+“necks,” standing between entrenched meanders. It was one of these
+“necks” from which Rainbow Bridge was formed.
+
+When the “neck” was once formed, running water laden with cobbles and
+sand scoured at the sides. Frost action and expansion and contraction,
+due to temperature changes, loosened great slabs of rock as well as
+particles. Gravity helped to remove them. Eventually, an opening was
+worn through the “neck.” This gave the stream a direct course through
+the “neck” rather than around it. Continuing erosion enlarged the
+opening and deepened the gorge. Thus, the canyon spanned by Rainbow
+Bridge came into being.
+
+Mother Nature used the less severe forces of weathering for shaping and
+polishing the outline of Rainbow Bridge. For example, when moisture
+freezes within a crevice it exerts pressure on the surface of a rock and
+causes the outer portion to shell off, forming a relatively smooth
+surface. The Navajo sandstone is particularly subject to this type of
+weathering. It is porous and the curved layers of the cross-beds are
+held together with weak, natural cement that is easily removed by
+percolating water.
+
+Dissolving of the cementing materials and prying action by frost are the
+chief agents for carving the rock. The cross-bedding is important in
+controlling the shape. Thus, the combination of several factors, over a
+long period of time, developed for us the arch as we now see it.
+
+In the words of J. B. Priestly “How do we know that the Rainbow Bridge
+is not itself a kind of symphony, no more to be completely explained by
+geology than Beethoven is by acoustics?”
+
+    [Illustration: RAINBOW BRIDGE TRAIL FROM RAINBOW LODGE, ARIZONA, TO
+    RAINBOW BRIDGE NATIONAL MONUMENT, UTAH]
+
+  Horse and Foot Trail
+    RAINBOW BRIDGE NATIONAL MONUMENT EL. 3880′
+    Echo Spring Camp EL. 3860′
+    RAINBOW BRIDGE CANYON EL. 3840′
+    REDBUD PASS
+    SPRING EL. 4280′
+    CLIFF CANYON
+    EL. 6480′
+    EL. 6600′
+    Rainbow Lodge EL. 6280′
+  November 1950 RB-N.M. 7001
+  Vertical Cliff
+
+Salmon pink is the predominant color of the sandstone from which the
+arch is carved. This color is modified by streaks of red extending down
+the sides of the structure. These stains are due to iron oxide, or
+hematite, which is soluble in water. As rain fell on the upper part of
+the arch, it dissolved some of the hematite and as the water moved down
+the sides it dried, leaving streaks of variegated colors—mostly reds and
+browns. The coloring becomes brilliant in the light of the late
+afternoon sun. This is probably the basis for the Indian legends that
+the arch is a rainbow changed to stone.
+
+    [Illustration: _The trail descends 2,000 feet into Cliff Canyon_]
+
+
+_OTHER INTERESTING FEATURES_
+
+Water dripping into the pools near the bottom of Rainbow Bridge Canyon
+is from rain water that has seeped down through the Navajo sandstone.
+When the water reaches impervious rock layers in the underlying Kayenta,
+it is concentrated, but eventually it seeps out along the walls of the
+canyon, forming springs.
+
+Plants grow in profusion nearby. Maidenhair fern and wild orchids are
+nestled in the shade. In addition, there are Indian paintbrush, loco,
+lupines, daisies, asters, yucca, sunflowers, evening-primroses,
+columbine, scarlet-bugler, and mariposa-lily.
+
+
+_ESTABLISHMENT AND REGULATIONS_
+
+Rainbow Bridge was proclaimed a national monument on May 30, 1910, by
+President Taft. One hundred-sixty acres were placed under the protection
+of the National Park Service. The monument is a sanctuary for all
+wildlife, and hunting is prohibited. No plant life, other natural
+features, or Indian artifacts may be gathered, cut, destroyed, or
+removed from the monument. Visitors to the area are particularly advised
+that the defacing of native sandstone with names or dates is vandalism
+and that vandals will be prosecuted.
+
+
+_HOW TO REACH RAINBOW BRIDGE_
+
+The bridge may be approached from three directions: 1. From U. S. No. 89
+to Tuba City, Tonalea, and then Rainbow Lodge, where mules are available
+for the 14-mile trail trip. 2. From Mexican Hat by boat down the San
+Juan and Colorado Rivers to Forbidden Canyon and 6 miles on foot to the
+bridge. 3. From Lees Ferry 68 miles upstream by boat to Forbidden Canyon
+and 6 miles on foot to the bridge.
+
+Reservations for the boat trips should be made well in advance by
+addressing J. Frank Wright, Mexican Hat Expedition, Blanding, Utah, or
+Art Green, Soap Creek, Ariz., via Cameron, Ariz.
+
+
+_FACILITIES_
+
+Meals, lodging, guide service, and mules are available at Rainbow Lodge
+from April 1 to November 15.
+
+Campers in the area should provide themselves with gasoline, oil stoves,
+or charcoal briquets. Firewood is not available, and the cutting of
+trees, dead or alive, is prohibited. A small spring under the bridge
+provides water for campers.
+
+
+_ADMINISTRATION_
+
+Rainbow Bridge National Monument is a part of the National Park System
+administered by the National Park Service, United States Department of
+the Interior.
+
+There is no resident personnel at Rainbow Bridge. For information
+relating to the monument write the Superintendent, Navajo National
+Monument, Tonalea, Ariz., who is in direct charge of the area.
+
+    [Illustration: RAINBOW BRIDGE NATIONAL MONUMENT AND VICINITY]
+
+  RAINBOW BRIDGE NATIONAL MONUMENT
+    FORBIDDEN CANYON
+    PIUTE CANYON
+    Navajo Mountain Elev. 10,416′
+    RAINBOW LODGE
+    Dunn
+    Piute
+  NAVAJO NATIONAL MONUMENT
+    HEADQUARTERS AREA
+    INSCRIPTION HOUSE RUIN
+    INSCRIPTION HOUSE
+    BETATAKIN RUIN
+    KEET SEEL RUIN
+    MARSH PASS
+  _State Highway_ 47
+    Mexican Hat
+    Kayenta
+    To Bluff 20 Miles
+  _U. S._ 89
+    The Gap
+    Marble Canyon
+    Cameron
+    To Grand Canyon National Park North Rim 85 Miles
+    To Flagstaff 51 Miles
+  _State Highway_ 64
+    To Grand Canyon National Park South Rim 57 Miles
+  To Chinle 20 Miles (Approx.)
+  To Two Guns 75 Miles (U.S. 66)
+  To Holbrook 80 Miles
+  To Shiprock 105 Miles
+  COLORADO RIVER
+    Navajo Creek
+      NAVAJO CANYON
+    NAVAJO BRIDGE 467 FEET ABOVE COLORADO RIVER
+    GLEN CANYON
+    Lees Ferry
+    LITTLE COLORADO CANYON
+  San Juan River
+  MONUMENT VALLEY
+    Tyende Mesa
+    Agathia Peak 6,825
+    Chaistla Butte
+    Comb Ridge
+  HOPI INDIAN RESERVATION
+  NAVAJO INDIAN RESERVATION
+    ECHO CLIFFS
+    Dinnehotso
+    Rock Point
+    Kaibito
+    Mormon Ridge
+    Shonto Spring
+    Wildcat Peak
+    Rough Rock
+    Tonalea (Red Lake)
+    Tuba City
+    Zillesa Mesa
+    Moenkopi Plateau
+  November 1950 RB-N.M. 7000
+  Many of the roads in these reservations are not always passable.
+          Inquiry should be made before attempting a trip.
+
+                         U. S. GOVERNMENT PRINTING OFFICE: 1951—O-939554
+
+ For sale by the Superintendent of Documents, U. S. Government Printing
+                                 Office
+                Washington 25, D. C.—Price $3.75 per 100
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+—This eBook is based on a U.S. government publication which is public
+  domain in the United States.
+
+—Corrected a few palpable typos.
+
+—Within the map, transcribed labels, and added italicized text where
+  needed to define the context.
+
+—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by
+  _underscores_.
+
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+                        THE METROPOLITAN MUSEUM
+                                 OF ART
+
+
+
+
+                                 SHAPES
+                                   OF
+                              GREEK VASES
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+                                NEW YORK
+                                  1922
+
+
+
+
+                          COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY
+                     THE METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART
+
+
+
+
+                         SHAPES OF GREEK VASES
+
+
+The appreciation of beautiful form, with the ability to create it, which
+was characteristic of the Greek people, is nowhere better illustrated
+than in the shapes of their pottery. These vases—the jars, dishes, and
+cups made for household and religious use—were designed with intelligent
+skill to serve their purpose in the most effective fashion, and are
+valued for their fine shapes no less than for their interesting and
+beautiful decoration.
+
+The following reproductions of the most important shapes in use among
+Athenian potters during the sixth and fifth centuries B. C. will show
+with what care the relation of the height to the width and the
+proportion of the parts to the whole were designed with a view to
+harmonious effect, and how skilfully the forms of the neck, the mouth,
+and the foot, and the position of the handles were planned for practical
+use.
+
+The vases have been selected where possible from the collection in this
+Museum; but when a certain shape was not represented here or
+conspicuously better examples were available elsewhere, vases in other
+collections have been included. Unless otherwise stated the vases here
+illustrated are in this Museum.
+
+
+AMPHORA. Two-handled jar for holding provisions.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Black-figured type with heavy lip and cylindrical handles. The
+    decoration is usually painted in panels, back and front, the rest of
+    the body being black.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Panathenaic amphora given as a prize in the games at Athens.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Black-figured type with curving lip and ribbed handles. The decoration
+    extends over the surface of the vase.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Black-figured amphora of the same general type as the preceding, but
+    broader and heavier.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Amphora with short neck and long body. The form of the handles is
+    copied from metal technique.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Amphora with high, finely curving handles and black figures on a white
+    body.
+
+  In the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Black-figured amphora; slender neck and egg-shaped body. A rather
+    unusual form. Owned by Albert Gallatin.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Nolan amphora with elongated neck and egg-shaped body. Form
+    characteristic of the red-figured technique of the early fifth
+    century.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Red-figured amphora with twisted handles, of the first half of the
+    fifth century. There is a decided advance toward slenderness and
+    grace.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Amphora with narrow neck and pointed body.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Red-figured amphora with twisted handles, of the second half of the
+    fifth century.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Marriage-lebes with stand, used to hold water for the nuptial bath.
+]
+
+
+STAMNOS. A development of the amphora.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Stamnos. Type characteristic of the early fifth century, with rounded
+    body and short neck.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Stamnos. Type prevalent in middle and later fifth century, with more
+    elongated body, smaller foot, and higher neck.
+]
+
+
+LOUTROPHOROS. Water-jar for the bride’s ceremonial bath.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Earlier type with heavy mouth and foot, and handles joined midway to
+    the neck.
+
+  In the Louvre, Paris.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Later type of slenderer proportions, finely curved mouth, foot, and
+    handles.
+
+  In the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
+]
+
+
+KRATER. Vessel for mixing water and wine. It was from the krater that
+the wine was ladled into the cups.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Krater with volute handles decorated in the black-figured technique.
+
+  In the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Column krater, so called from the columnar shape of the handles.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Krater with volute handles in the red-figured technique.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Bell krater, shaped like an inverted bell. This type and the following
+    are characteristic of the red-figured style. Both have handles
+    adapted for carrying the vessel when full.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Kalyx krater.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Psykter, vessel for cooling wine. It was placed in another receptacle
+    filled with snow or cold water.
+
+  In the British Museum.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Deinos or lebes, vessel for wine or other liquids, set on a stand. The
+    whole makes a harmonious composition. In the Museum of Fine Arts,
+    Boston.
+]
+
+
+HYDRIA. Water-jar having three handles. The handle at the back was used
+for pouring or for carrying the vessel; the handles at the sides, for
+lifting.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Hydria of the black-figured type having the handle at the back much
+    larger than those at the sides, and the neck at a sharp angle with
+    the body.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Hydria with rounded body. The handles and mouldings suggest imitation
+    of metal technique.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Hydria with more strongly curving shoulder and conical foot.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Black-figured hydria with continuous curve for neck and body, broad
+    foot, and handles placed rather low.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Black-figured hydria with neck distinctly marked and shoulder and body
+    forming a continuous curve.
+
+  In the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Hydria of red-figured type showing the acme of development of this
+    shape.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Hydria of the second half of the fifth century, slightly slenderer
+    than the preceding, with finely curving foot.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Hydria of the late red-figured type with egg-shaped body, broad lip,
+    and side handles curving upward. Note the deterioration in the curve
+    of the foot.
+]
+
+
+OINOCHOË. Wine-jug.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Oinochoë with round mouth and high handle, having the neck distinct
+    from the body.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Oinochoë with trefoil lip, short handle, and continuous curve for neck
+    and body.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Oinochoë with round mouth and high handle. The neck and body form a
+    continuous curve.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  “Olpe,” oinochoë with round mouth and continuous curve for neck and
+    body.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Oinochoë with high handle, trefoil lip, and egg-shaped body, a
+    particularly graceful form.
+
+  In a private collection, New York.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  “Olpe,” oinochoë with round mouth and low foot.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Oinochoë with central lobe of trefoil mouth accentuated, and no foot.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Oinochoë of the second half of the fifth century; squat body,
+    delicately curved trefoil lip.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Oinochoë with sharp division between shoulder and body.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Oinochoë with finely shaped mouth and broad body.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Oinochoë with beaked spout and disk at the side, a variation of the
+    usual trefoil mouth.
+]
+
+
+DRINKING CUPS—KYLIX. The kylix with two handles and high foot was the
+favorite cup shape of the Athenian potters. The difficulty of decorating
+the strongly curving surface of the body invited the best efforts of
+contemporary vase painters.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Kylix of “Ionic” form with short foot of rectangular profile connected
+    with the body by a moulding.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Black-figured kylix with low foot. The deep bowl has no separate lip.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Black-figured kylix with deep bowl, offset lip, and low foot.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Black-figured kylix with offset lip and high foot.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Black-figured kylix with graceful bowl and heavy foot.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Kylix of form intermediate between the black-figured and red-figured
+    types.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Kylix of red-figured type with flat bowl, slender high foot, and
+    horizontal handles curving upward at the ends. The proportion of the
+    bowl, foot, and handle to one another is more harmonious than in the
+    preceding example.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Kylix in use during the best period, showing the highest development
+    of this shape. The beauty of the unbroken curve between the edge of
+    the lip and the bottom of the foot is the result of a century of
+    continued study.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Kylix with “wishbone” handles, a very graceful, slender form in use in
+    the later fifth century.
+
+  In the British Museum.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Red-figured kylix with deep bowl, offset lip, and flat foot. A shape
+    intermediate between the kylix and the skyphos.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Lekane, covered dish of uncertain use. It often appears in vase
+    paintings of toilet scenes.
+]
+
+
+DRINKING CUPS—KANTHAROS.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Kantharos of black-figured type with offset lip and high curving
+    handles.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Kantharos with high foot, tall handles, and both bowl and lip forming
+    a continuous curve. Perhaps one of the most beautiful shapes
+    designed by the Athenian potters.
+
+  In the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
+]
+
+
+DRINKING CUPS—SKYPHOS.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  “Skyphos,” a deep drinking cup with a flat foot and strongly curving
+    handle.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  “Skyphos” or “Kotyle,” a deep drinking cup with flat foot and small
+    horizontal handles.
+]
+
+
+DRINKING CUPS—OTHER FORMS.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Kyathos, ladle used for dipping wine from the krater into the drinking
+    cups.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Small cup with offset lip, two handles, and no foot.
+
+  In the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Small cup without handles.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  One-handled cup with offset lip and no foot.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Phiale, shallow bowl with a central boss. This shape was used
+    especially for libations.
+
+  In the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Mastos, so called because the shape resembles a woman’s breast.
+
+  In the British Museum.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Cup with two handles, one horizontal and the other vertical.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Pinax, a flat plate. Note how well the decoration is adapted to the
+    space.
+
+  In the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
+]
+
+
+MOULDED VASES. The bodies of these vases were made in moulds in the form
+of human and animal heads while the mouths were shaped on the wheel.
+Such moulds, however, were not used for producing hundreds of identical
+vases, as nowadays.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Aryballos in the shape of a negro’s head.
+
+  In the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Cup in the form of two female heads, back to back.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Cup in the form of a Seilenos head.
+
+  Owned by Albert Gallatin, New York.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Cup without handles in the form of a woman’s head.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Cup in the form of a cow’s head.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Cup in the form of a horse’s head.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Cup in the form of a ram’s head.
+
+  In the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Cup in the form of a mule’s head.
+
+  In the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
+]
+
+
+LEKYTHOS. Oil-jug. The narrow neck and deep mouth were designed to make
+the liquid flow out slowly.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Early black-figured example with egg-shaped body and no distinct
+    shoulder.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Later black-figured type with high neck and shoulder distinct from the
+    body.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Black-figured lekythos with broad shoulder distinct from the body.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Early red-figured type of squat shape with large flat foot.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Lekythos of the finest type with slender body and high neck and
+    handle.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Lekythos of the later fifth century, of exaggerated slenderness.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Squat lekythos with broad flat foot, a shape popular among the later
+    Athenian potters.
+]
+
+
+TOILET JARS.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Alabastron, for holding oil or perfumes.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Aryballos, oil-jug. Vases of this shape are often seen suspended from
+    the wrists of athletes.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Vase (the ancient plemochoë?), probably used for holding perfumes, a
+    shape intermediate between the pyxis and the lekane. Note the
+    delicately executed knob serving as handle to the lid. In the Museum
+    of Fine Arts, Boston.
+]
+
+
+TOILET JARS—PYXIS. Small terracotta box for holding toilet articles. It
+regularly has a cover provided with a knob or a bronze ring for handle.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Black-figured pyxis with a loop handle on the cover.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  White pyxis of conspicuously beautiful design and execution, decorated
+    with figures in color on a white ground. In the foot are three
+    notches for easier handling.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  White pyxis of design similar to the preceding, but with elongated
+    instead of arched knob. It also is an exceptionally fine product of
+    the potter’s art.
+
+  In the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Red-figured pyxis with high foot and knob-shaped handle.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Red-figured pyxis with cylindrical body and low, broad foot.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Red-figured pyxis of the late fifth century with low, broad body and a
+    bronze ring on the cover.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Red-figured pyxis of cylindrical shape and no handle on the lid.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Red-figured pyxis of late date with the knob in the form of a
+    knucklebone.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Small pyxis of attractive design delicately worked.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Small cylindrical pyxis without handle.
+]
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIONS FROM ATTIC VASES. The theory has often been advanced that
+the painted black-figured and red-figured vases were made for decoration
+and for votive and funeral purposes but not for actual use. The
+following illustrations from Attic vases show some of the best-known
+types in use in the daily life of the Greeks, and thus furnish us with
+contemporary evidence that the vases were made to serve the purposes for
+which they are so well adapted.
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Scene on a red-figured stamnos. Three women are filling cups, a
+    kantharos, and a phiale, from a stamnos placed on a table. The
+    stamnos contains the mixture of wine and water which formed the
+    regular drink of the Greeks.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Scene on an Ionic amphora in the collection of the Marquis of
+    Northampton. The god Dionysos and a company of satyrs are drinking
+    and making merry. The wine is in a lebes on a tripod at the right. A
+    satyr is dipping it out with an oinochoë without taking the trouble
+    to use a ladle. Dionysos himself holds up his large kantharos, and
+    the satyr at the left grasps a wine-skin and a drinking-horn.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Scene on a red-figured kylix in the Antiquarium, Munich. Herakles,
+    wearied with his labors, is seated on a rock, while Athena, his
+    patroness, pours wine for him from an oinochoë into a kantharos. The
+    trefoil-shaped mouth of the oinochoë can be plainly seen.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Detail from a scene on the Ficoroni Cista in the Museo Kircheriano in
+    Rome. A young man is drinking from a kylix which he holds by one
+    handle.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Scene on a hydria in the Torlonia Collection in Rome. Two girls are
+    drawing water at a public fountain into large hydriai or water-jars.
+    The girl at the left is lifting her jar upon her head. The other is
+    putting a little cushion for protection on her head, meanwhile
+    holding her dress away from the water.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Scene on a red-figured krater in the Antiquarium, Berlin. Two young
+    men are preparing for exercise in a gymnasium. One of them is
+    pouring oil into his hand from an aryballos attached to his wrist by
+    a cord, in order to rub the liquid over his body.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Scene on a red-figured pyxis in the British Museum. A bride is being
+    dressed for her wedding; a little maid is fastening her shoes while
+    another is bringing her jewelry in a box. At the door stand two
+    marriage vases filled with twigs, and a loutrophoros nearby also
+    contains branches or flowers. On a little chest stands a pyxis or
+    perfume vase. A mirror hangs on the wall.
+]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Scene from a polychrome lekythos in the National Museum, Athens. Such
+    lekythoi were made especially for offerings to the dead. This
+    picture shows a woman bringing wreaths in a basket to place on a
+    gravestone on the steps of which are lekythoi and oinochoai. Behind
+    the monument appears the mound over the grave.
+]
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                          TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
+
+
+ 1. Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling.
+ 2. Retained anachronistic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings as
+      printed.
+ 3. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+                        Casa Grande Ruins Trail
+
+
+                _15 cents if you take this booklet home_
+
+                  CASA GRANDE RUINS NATIONAL MONUMENT
+                                ARIZONA
+
+    [Illustration: Map of Compound A]
+
+
+
+
+                                 SAFETY
+
+You are in a desert area. Sometimes the desert can be harsh. Cactus
+spines can hurt. Intense heat can cause varying degrees of discomfort.
+Poisonous animals, though rare, are here. Know your own limitations, and
+exercise caution.
+
+
+
+
+                      NATIONAL PARK AND MONUMENTS
+
+
+Casa Grande Ruins National Monument, one of more than 280 areas
+administered by the National Park Service, United States Department of
+the Interior, was set aside because of its outstanding archeological
+values. This area belongs to you and is part of your heritage as an
+American citizen. The men and women in the uniform of the National Park
+Service are here to assist you and will welcome the opportunity to make
+your visit to Casa Grande Ruins more enjoyable.
+
+The National Park Service was created in 1916 to preserve the National
+Parks and Monuments for your enjoyment and that of future generations.
+Federal law prohibits activities which would destroy any of the works of
+nature or man that are preserved here. These include such activities as
+hunting, woodcutting, collecting—even taking of small pieces such as
+broken pottery. Please help preserve Casa Grande Ruins National
+Monument, and remember: A thoughtless act on your part can destroy in a
+few moments something that has been here for centuries. Please stay on
+the designated trail.
+
+                        DON’T FORGET YOUR CAMERA
+
+
+
+
+                        Casa Grande Ruins Trail
+
+
+The Casa Grande Trail is about 400 yards long and an easy walk. Numbered
+stakes along the trail are set at points of interest, and corresponding
+numbered paragraphs in this booklet explain the features.
+
+You may enter the Casa Grande (Big House) only on a ranger-conducted
+guided tour.
+
+
+1.
+
+From about 2,000 years ago until about A.D. 1450, people living in this
+area developed and expanded a stone-age civilization that the
+archeologists call the Hohokam (Ho-Ho-Kahm) culture. Hohokam means
+“those who have gone” in the language of the nearby Pima Indians, who
+are probably descendants of these prehistoric people.
+
+The Hohokam lived in this region for many centuries before building
+walled villages like this between A.D. 1300 and 1450. Primarily farmers,
+raising corn, beans, squash, and cotton, they developed extensive
+irrigation canal systems that took water from the Gila (Hee-la) River.
+About A.D. 1450, this village and others like it were abandoned. We do
+not know why. When the Spaniards explored this area, they found Pimas,
+living in open villages and irrigating their farmlands, several miles to
+the west.
+
+
+2. Village Wall.
+
+The wall around this village originally stood 7 to 11 feet high. There
+were no doorways in it. This wall and building of this village are of
+caliche, a limy subsoil found 2 to 5 feet below the surface of this
+region. To get in or out of the village the Indians used ladders to
+climb over the wall. The foundations, all that remain of the wall, are
+covered with wire reinforced, tinted-cement stucco to protect them.
+Stepping or sitting on the walls may damage them. Help us to protect the
+walls.
+
+
+3. Living Room.
+
+This room is one of approximately 60 rooms inside the compound wall.
+Walls and floors were made of caliche, and ceilings were layers of
+poles, saguaro ribs, and reeds capped with a covering of caliche. Some
+rooms, like this one, had doorways; other rooms had hatchways in the
+roof centers. A small clay fire pit, about 1 foot in diameter, was in
+the center of each room. During hot weather, cooking was done out of
+doors. (_See_ next page).
+
+
+4. The Casa Grande—Northeast Corner.
+
+The Casa Grande was first seen by a European on November 27, 1694, when
+Father Kino, a Jesuit missionary and explorer, visited the area. He
+called the building the Casa Grande, or Big House, because it was the
+biggest structure he had seen in southern Arizona.
+
+The large steel canopy was erected in 1932 to protect the Casa Grande
+from rain. This building has not been restored, but to keep it from
+crumbling further, the ruin was stabilized in 1891. The undercut base of
+the ruin was filled with bricks and cement, two-by-fours were placed
+over the doorways, and two steel rods were inserted to brace the south
+wall.
+
+    [Illustration: _Living Room_]
+
+    [Illustration: _The Casa Grande, Northeast Corner_]
+
+
+5. The North Side.
+
+The wood over the doorway is not original. There is no original wood
+remaining in the Casa Grande. Father Kino reported it as burned out
+prior to his 1694 visit.
+
+Though four stories high, only the upper three stories of the Casa
+Grande were used. The five ground-story rooms were filled with earth to
+form a platform foundation, and a ladder was used to gain access to the
+second story through the doorway seen here.
+
+To the right of the doorway and about shoulder high are a line of holes
+in the wall. These show where a roof, probably for shade, was socketed
+into the wall.
+
+
+6. West Side.
+
+Notice the series of horizontal cracks along the west wall of the Casa
+Grande. The cracks show that the walls were built with layers of caliche
+mud. Each layer was about 26 inches thick. Bricks were not used. The
+Indians did not make adobe bricks until taught by the Spanish priests
+centuries later.
+
+Above the enlarged open doorway is a blocked one. The upper doorway was
+sealed by the Indians, but they left a small opening for ventilation at
+the bottom of the block. The large hole above the blocked doorway is
+where the original wooden lintel poles rotted away, causing part of the
+wall to fall.
+
+Both to left and right of the blocked doorway are small windows in the
+north and south rooms. The left window is round and the right window is
+square.
+
+In the 1880’s, Ed Schieffelin, the founder of Tombstone, Arizona, took
+this photograph of the Casa Grande. The structure has deteriorated
+little since then.
+
+
+7. South Side.
+
+Here are two more blocked doorways that originally led into the west
+second and third-story rooms. Doorways made by these Indians are smaller
+than modern entryways, but this does not mean that the people were
+small. During bad weather these openings could have been closed off with
+mats and skins, and the smaller the doorway, the easier it was to block.
+Moreover, it let in less cold air.
+
+    [Illustration: _West Side of the Casa Grande_]
+
+The round holes in a line between the doorways were beam sockets. Poles
+of pinyon pine and/or juniper formed the ceilings and spanned the width
+of the room.
+
+    [Illustration: _Cross-section Drawing of a Roof._]
+
+The interior plaster of the west wall was made from caliche, ground fine
+in a stone mortar and with the gravel sifted out. This plaster is more
+than 650 years old.
+
+Names cut into the plaster date from the last half of the last century,
+and were cut into the plaster before the ruin was protected by the
+Federal government. Because of these names, and the fact that the
+interior of the Casa Grande may easily be vandalized, visitors are
+permitted to enter the ruin only on ranger-conducted guided tours.
+
+
+8. Southeast Corner.
+
+The walls of the Casa Grande are heavy and massive, ranging in thickness
+from 4½ to 1¾ feet. To save work and to reduce weight on the foundation,
+the Indians narrowed the walls as they built them up. The outside
+surface bows inward as the wall rises. The inside surface, however, is
+nearly vertical. (_See_ photo).
+
+    [Illustration: _Southeast Corner of the Casa Grande_]
+
+
+9. Buried Walls.
+
+If you look closely at the surface of the ground you can see the tops of
+the walls of some rooms. These rooms are unexcavated. Probably the floor
+of this room is less than one foot below ground surface, and only the
+foundations of the walls remain.
+
+
+10. Southwest Building.
+
+The high walls shown at top of the next page are all that remain of a
+three-story building that stood in this southwest corner of the walled
+village. These rooms apparently were living rooms where several families
+slept, worked, and stored their food, tools, and clothing. One of the
+large red Hohokam jars in the Visitor Center exhibit room was recovered
+near here.
+
+
+11. Outer Wall.
+
+This is another part of the village wall. To save labor, the west side
+of the three-story building was built against the wall. During the
+winter of 1906-07, Dr. J. W. Fewkes conducted excavations in this ruin
+for the Smithsonian Institution. He found debris along the outside of
+the wall indicating that it once stood 7 to 11 feet high. (Bottom,
+left).
+
+    [Illustration: _Southwest Building_]
+
+    [Illustration: _Outer Wall_]
+
+
+12.
+
+From this vantage point you can view the whole compound. The walls
+enclosed an area of 2⅛ acres. Most of the dwellings in the village were
+one story high.
+
+In 1951, Paul Coze, an Arizona artist, painted a restoration of the
+Ruin. This painting, on page 10, may help you visualize what the village
+looked like 650 years ago. The high standing walls to your left are
+remains of the tall building in the lower left-hand corner of the
+painting.
+
+The prehistoric Indian canal used to irrigate farmlands in this area lay
+north of the Monument but curved to the south and passed near the farm
+shed visible one-half mile to the west. The high bank to the south and
+west is the line of the modern canal. The Indians cultivated the land to
+the west beyond the modern canal, walking from one-half to one mile to
+reach their fields.
+
+
+13. Southeast Quarter.
+
+The vacant area to your right once had houses on it, but they were of
+rather flimsy upright-pole-and-mud construction and little remains of
+them but floors and wall post holes. The open places in the village were
+used for children’s play, work areas, outdoor cooking, and other
+purposes.
+
+
+14. The Casa Grande.
+
+Again we come back to the Casa Grande. This is a unique structure in
+this region and its major purpose or function is not known. It does not
+have the appearance of a normal dwelling. Theories that the structure
+might have been a fort-like watchtower fail to explain what people the
+Casa Grande folk might have been watching. (There is no real evidence of
+warfare or strife.) Recent investigations have suggested that certain
+openings in the upper walls may have been utilized for astronomical
+observations, but whether the entire structure was built for this
+purpose is mere speculation.
+
+                       Take nothing but pictures—
+                      Leave nothing but footprints
+
+
+15. Font’s Room.
+
+This building stood two stories high. Socket holes for the first-story
+ceiling can still be seen on the east side of the high wall. The room is
+called Font’s Room for Father Font, a Spanish Franciscan priest who
+visited here in 1775.
+
+    [Illustration: _Paul Coze Painting. Restoration of the Casa Grande_]
+
+    [Illustration: _The Casa Grande_]
+
+    [Illustration: _Font’s Room_]
+
+
+16. The Trash Mound.
+
+Look over the village wall and to the east, between the residences and
+the Visitor Center. About 150 feet away is the low mound that was one of
+the trash dumps for this village. This is where the Hohokam for over a
+century threw their broken pottery, tools, shell jewelry, garbage, and
+other refuse. From this mound came much of our information about the
+material remains of these ancient people. In order to protect
+archeological values, visitors are not allowed on the mound.
+
+
+17. Shell Pendants.
+
+The turquoise and shell mosaic emblems in the Visitor Center jewelry
+exhibit were found in 1926 in the west end of this room during
+excavations to stabilize the walls. They are exceptionally fine examples
+of prehistoric mosaic handicraft. (_See_ photo on back cover).
+
+
+18.
+
+To return to the Visitor Center take the path to the right.
+
+
+We hope you have enjoyed your trip along the Casa Grande trail. The
+National Park Service rangers are here to assist you in any way they can
+and will do their best to answer your questions.
+
+
+
+
+              LAND AND WATER CONSERVATION FUND ACT OF 1965
+
+
+America’s growing need for outdoor recreation areas was recognized by
+Congress with the passage of the Land and Water Conservation Fund Act of
+1965. This law authorizes entrance and users’ fees at Federal Recreation
+Areas and dedicates the money from those fees, plus revenue from the
+sale of surplus Federal real estate and the Federal tax on fuel used in
+pleasure boats, to the purchase and development of public recreation
+lands and waters.
+
+Roughly 40 percent of your entrance fee goes to buy additional Federal
+Recreation Areas—a share in the California Redwoods, a bit of Fire
+Island, a view from Spruce Knob, a safe haven for the vanishing whooping
+crane, or the purchase of Hubbell Trading Post in northeastern Arizona.
+The other 60 percent goes to the states and through them to towns and
+counties to buy and develop “near to home” recreation areas such as
+Picacho State Park, Arizona. These grants are matched with an equal
+amount from state and local sources.
+
+The $10 annual permit which is valid for some 7,000 Federal areas
+administered by the National Park Service, Forest Service, Bureau of
+Sport Fisheries and Wildlife, Bureau of Land Management, Bureau of
+Reclamation, Tennessee Valley Authority and Corps of Engineers may be
+purchased at Casa Grande Ruins National Monument. For additional
+information about the Land and Water Conservation Fund Act of 1965 ask a
+ranger.
+
+
+This booklet is published in cooperation with the National Park Service
+                                 by the
+               Southwest Parks and Monuments Association
+
+A non-profit publishing and distributing organization supporting
+historical, scientific and educational activities of the National Park
+Service.
+
+
+5th Ed. 1-73-20M
+
+    [Illustration: Turquoise and shell mosaic emblems]
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+—Silently corrected a few typos.
+
+—Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook
+  is public-domain in the country of publication.
+
+—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by
+  _underscores_.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+  COBB'S TOYS.
+  THIRD SERIES,
+
+  No. 10.
+
+  PRETTY VERSES
+  FOR
+  ALL GOOD CHILDREN;
+
+  IN WORDS OF
+  ONE, TWO, AND THREE SYLLABLES.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+  NEWARK, (N. J.):
+  BENJAMIN OLDS.
+  1836.
+
+  PRICE THREE CENTS.
+
+
+
+
+Entered, according to the Act of Congress in the year 1836, by LYMAN
+COBB, in the Clerk's office of the District Court of the Southern
+District of New York.
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE
+
+TO THE THIRD SERIES.
+
+
+This Series of Toys contains a more extensive and minute description of
+Animals, Birds, Fishes, Articles of Manufacture, &c. than was given in
+the First and Second Series.
+
+This Series is intended for a larger class of my young friends than the
+preceding ones; and, it is hoped they will be both benefited and amused
+by their perusal.
+
+In this as well as in all the other Series nothing has been permitted
+to find a place which is false, unnatural, or unphilosophical, or any
+details of conversations among animals which never _did_, and which
+never _can_ take place.
+
+It is believed that in the large field of Nature and Art, there are
+sufficient materials for descriptions and stories without launching
+into the field of Fiction and Falsehood, to find subjects which will be
+interesting to children.
+
+To remove difficulties in the reading of these Stories as far as
+possible, and thereby render them more interesting, the language
+used in the descriptions is limited to words of ONE, TWO, and THREE
+SYLLABLES.
+
+New York, March 1, 1836.
+
+
+
+
+ALWAYS SPEAK THE TRUTH.
+
+
+George Washington, late President of the United States, always spoke
+the truth. During his whole life he had great regard for truth, and was
+never known, under any circumstance, to make a false statement.
+
+When he was about six years old, a friend of his gave him a hatchet.
+George thought it a very fine present and was constantly going about,
+chopping every thing that came in his way.
+
+One very pleasant morning, he walked out into his father's garden with
+his hatchet in his hand. It was a beautiful garden, in which were
+flowers, of various kinds, such as pinks, lilies, lilachs, roses, &c.
+which greeted the eye at every step. George was delighted with the
+prospect around him.
+
+In the east end of the garden was a quantity of pea-bushes which had
+been placed there by his excellent mother. These bushes were dry and
+dead so that the hacking of George's hatchet on them did not do much
+hurt, except to weaken their strength and make them less able to bear
+the weight of peas that might grow on the pea-vines.
+
+But George had the misfortune thoughtlessly to try the edge of his
+hatchet on the body of a beautiful young English cherry-tree which he
+injured so much that it scarcely if ever got over it.
+
+On the following morning his papa, in his walk in the garden, observed
+the injury done to his favourite cherry-tree, and after walking awhile,
+returned to the house, and inquired of the different members of the
+family whether any of them knew who had done the mischief, remarking,
+at the same time, that he would not have taken five dollars for the
+tree. No one was able to inform him, for there was no person in the
+garden with George when he cut the tree.
+
+Presently George made his appearance with his hatchet in his hand.
+
+"George," said his papa, "do you know who killed that beautiful little
+cherry-tree yonder in the garden?"
+
+[Illustration: _Little George with his Hatchet in his hand, and his
+Papa pointing to the ruined Cherry-tree._]
+
+This was an unpleasant question, and George staggered under it for a
+moment; then looking at his papa, he bravely cried out "I can not tell
+a lie, papa; you know I can not tell a lie, I did it with my little
+hatchet!" "Run to my arms, my dearest boy", said his papa, "you have
+paid me for my tree a thousand times; I freely forgive you for killing
+it; and I hope my son will always be hero enough to tell the truth, let
+what will come."
+
+I hope all my young friends will be as honest as little George
+Washington was, and remember _always to speak the_ TRUTH.
+
+
+
+
+THE TWO COTTAGE GIRLS.
+
+
+In a delightful town in New England, there lived a family of the name
+of Davis. Their residence was in a neat little cottage in a beautiful
+valley on the bank of a river, whose waters glided smoothly by the side
+of their humble but happy mansion. Mr. Davis had two daughters who were
+twins. Mrs. Davis took great pains to dress them alike, and always to
+have them make a neat appearance. Their names were Helen and Maria.
+In pleasant, warm weather, they often took a walk by the river, and
+were much pleased with the delightful groves and scenery, which their
+handsome valley presented to their view.
+
+[Illustration: _Helen and Maria meet an old Gentleman with his little
+Dog by his side._]
+
+One fine morning they were neatly dressed by their mamma, and walked
+out as usual. A short distance from the house, they met an old
+gentleman who was very kind, wealthy, and friendly, and very fond of
+good children. His residence was in a very splendid mansion, in a
+village about two miles from the cottage of Mr. Davis. He wore a plain
+coat and an old-fashioned hat. Owing to his advanced age, he made use
+of spectacles--all which gave him a very grave appearance. The girls,
+who were then about ten years of age, had been taught by their good
+and excellent mamma, that aged people who conduct themselves properly,
+should always be treated with kindness, respect, and attention. They,
+therefore, as they came near the old gentleman, made a polite and
+modest courtesy to him.
+
+Mr. Walker, (which was the name of the old gentleman), spoke very
+kindly to the girls, and inquired about their health and other matters
+connected with their family. Helen, who was not as diffident as Maria,
+answered Mr. Walker very frankly and modestly, and in such an artless
+manner that he was much pleased.
+
+He inquired of them whether they would not prefer a residence in the
+village. They both informed him, that they chose rather to remain in
+their cottage than in any other place. They had all the comforts of
+life; and there they were able to take a walk by the side of their
+delightful river. They could also raise their own fowls and milk their
+own cows, all which was very nice sport for them.
+
+They said there were many things which people who live in the village
+have that they, in their humble cottage, could not have; yet they
+were quite happy, as they never wished for any thing which their kind
+parents were not able to furnish them.
+
+The old gentleman was quite surprised at their candid and simple
+manners, as well as their wise and discreet remarks, and left them, and
+returned home, fully convinced that people who live in cottages may be
+happy, though they are poor, if they are only contented.
+
+All young persons should remember, that contentment renders every good
+thing that we may enjoy doubly sweet; and that, without contentment,
+they would be wretched, if they had the richest palace for a dwelling.
+
+
+
+
+ELIZA AND HARRIET.
+
+
+Eliza and Harriet were two very lovely girls. Eliza was twelve years
+old, and Harriet, her little sister, was six years old. Eliza was
+a very kind and good girl, and extremely fond of her little sister
+Harriet; who was also a sweet, pleasant child. Whenever their mamma
+purchased any thing for Eliza, or if she had a present of any thing,
+she always divided it equally with Harriet; and, if she wished any of
+her playthings, she would at once lend them to her, and never quarrel
+with her, or tease her.
+
+The house in which they lived stood on a pleasant and delightful spot,
+from which all the surrounding country could be viewed. In rear of the
+house stood a beautiful and stately sugar maple-tree, the branches of
+which spread over nearly all of the yard, and extended over a part of
+the roof of the house. Under this large tree, Eliza and Harriet spent
+a great deal of time, when they were not in school and the weather was
+pleasant. There they sometimes amused themselves with their dolls and
+other playthings, and sometimes Eliza would amuse Harriet with little
+stories which had been told to her, or which she had read in her little
+books. When they took a walk together, Eliza would take Harriet by the
+hand, and lead her along very carefully, always keeping her out of the
+dirt and wet places.
+
+One fine morning they arose very early, and took a walk to inhale the
+pure air of the hills and mountains, just as the sun came forth to look
+upon the beauties of creation, while the lark soared high above them
+on its happy wings. Eliza was delighted with the sight; and, putting
+her left hand gently on Harriet's shoulder, pointed to the Lark with
+her right hand. Harriet took off her bonnet, and put up her right hand
+to screen her eyes from the dazzling rays of the sun, while she looked
+at the beautiful bird. After they had walked a little farther, they
+returned home very cheerful and much refreshed.
+
+[Illustration: _Eliza pointing to the Lark, soaring in the sky._]
+
+One day her little sister Harriet wished her to teach her how to sew.
+So Eliza very patiently threaded the needle for her, made the knots in
+the ends of the thread, and basted down the hems for her, until Harriet
+was able to do these things herself.
+
+Eliza takes care of her own clothes and always folds them up neatly,
+and shows her little sister to do so too; and, therefore, she knows
+where they are and can find them in the dark as well as in the light.
+When she and Harriet come home from school, she takes the school books
+out of the basket, and puts them in their proper place, and never
+leaves them scattered about, to be in the way of her mamma.
+
+Eliza and Harriet were both such excellent children, that their mamma
+scarcely ever had any occasion to chide them or find fault with them;
+and, all who were acquainted with them, esteemed them very highly.
+
+
+
+
+THE CROSS GIRL.
+
+
+Huldah Jones is a very cross and peevish little girl. When she wishes
+any thing, she always whines or frets at the time she asks for it; and,
+never speaks in a pleasant manner.
+
+[Illustration: _Mrs. Jones washing Huldah's face, so that she could go
+to school._]
+
+When it is time for Huldah to go to school, and her mamma wishes to
+wash her face and hands, and comb her hair, she always murmurs or
+appears sulky, and scarcely ever bids her mamma good morning, or sets
+off cheerful and happy as good girls do. I hope none of my young female
+friends are like Huldah Jones.
+
+
+
+
+THE IMPRUDENT BOY.
+
+
+Peter was always inclined to do what was not prudent, and would
+not mind what was said to him. At one time he would get upon the
+window-seat, and be in imminent danger of falling out of the window;
+at another time he would climb up on the back of a chair, so as to be
+in danger of falling when the person should rise who was sitting on the
+chair.
+
+One day Peter wished to have some apples; and, his mamma told him that
+she would send for some to the orchard as soon as the hired man should
+come in to his dinner. Peter, who was then but six years old, told his
+mamma, that he could climb the tree and get some himself. His mamma
+answered him, that she feared he would fall and hurt him badly. He
+waited a few moments for the man to come; and, as soon as his mamma was
+out of sight, ran to the orchard, got into one of the trees, fell, and
+broke his arm. Poor Peter wept bitterly, when the Doctor came to set
+the broken bone!
+
+[Illustration: _Peter falling from the Apple-tree._]
+
+
+
+
+BENJAMIN OLDS,
+
+HAS ALSO FOR SALE
+
+COBB'S SERIES
+
+OF
+
+SCHOOL BOOKS,
+
+COMPRISING
+
+A SPELLING, READING, AND ARITHMETICAL COURSE.
+
+
+SPELLING COURSE.
+
+  Cobb's First Book,
+  Cobb's Spelling Book,
+  Cobb's Expositor,
+  Cobb's School Dictionary.
+
+
+READING COURSE.
+
+  Cobb's Juvenile Reader, No. 1,
+  Cobb's Juvenile Reader, No. 2,
+  Cobb's Juvenile Reader, No. 3,
+  Cobb's Sequel to the Juvenile Readers,
+  Cobb's North American Reader.
+
+
+ARITHMETICAL COURSE.
+
+  Cobb's Arithmetical Rules and Tables,
+  Cobb's Explanatory Arithmetick, No. 1,
+  Cobb's Explanatory Arithmetick, No. 2,
+  Cobb's Ciphering-Book, No. 1,
+  Cobb's Ciphering-Book, No. 2.
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber's Note:
+
+The following textual errors have been corrected:
+
+Page 12, added missing period, "they returned home very cheerful and
+much refreshed."
+
+Page 13, changed "essteemed" to "esteemed", "all who were acquainted
+with them, esteemed them very highly."
+
+Page 15, added missing period, "I hope none of my young female friends
+are like Huldah Jones."
+
+Otherwise the text has been left as printed.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Pretty Verses for All Good Children, by Unknown
+
+
+
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+
+                              REMINISCENCES
+
+                                   OF
+
+                             COLORED PEOPLE
+
+                           of Princeton, N. J.
+
+                               1800.-1900.
+
+                                  * * *
+
+                        _By Anna Bustill-Smith._
+
+
+
+
+Reminiscences of Colored People of Princeton, N. J.
+
+Copyrighted 1913 by Anna Bustill-Smith.
+
+
+There are so few histories of colored people, so few records of their
+brave and honorable deeds in history, that I feel constrained to record
+a few facts relative to these people. It is only a cursory glance I can
+give—I could easily enlarge the sketch to twice this size.
+
+We are proud when we read in Nell’s “Colored Patriots of the Revolution”
+that _Oliver Cromwell_ enlisted in a company commanded by Capt. Lowrey,
+attached to the Second New Jersey Regiment, under command of Col. Israel
+Shreve. He was at the Battles of Trenton, _Princeton_, Brandywine,
+Monmouth and Yorktown. He was with the army at the retreat of the
+Delaware on the memorable crossing of December, 1776, and relates the
+story of the battles of the succeeding days with enthusiasm. He gives
+the details of the march from Trenton to _Princeton_, and told with
+much humor “that they knocked the British about lively at _Princeton_.”
+His discharge (says Dr. McCune Smith) at the end of the war, was in
+_Washington’s own handwriting_. He was very proud of it and often spoke
+of it. He received an annual pension of $96 until his death, January
+24th, 1853, aged 100 years. Had he been white, every newspaper in the
+land would have been eloquent in his praise.
+
+Henry Hill was also in the battle of _Princeton_. He was buried with the
+honors of war in 1833.
+
+_Caesar Trent_ was well known here in 1804. _Peter Polite_, as _Mr. Peter
+Scudder_ was called, accumulated some property and owned and conducted a
+confectionery on Nassau street, says Hageman. He died in 1848.
+
+_Anthony Simmons_ was highly esteemed. He was the leading caterer and
+his place of business was next to Princeton Bank. His will disposed of
+half a dozen properties and devised to the Witherspoon Presbyterian
+Church all the property at the corner of Green and Witherspoon streets,
+worth now about $7000, and gave a legacy of $500 to Princeton University.
+
+_Joseph Ten Eyck_, a Princetonian, was a celebrated caterer in New York
+city. He had a summer home at 256 Nassau street. He died about 15 years
+ago, leaving an estate of $100,000. The largest legacy to Tuskegee
+Institute, from a colored person, was $38,000, from Mrs. Mary Hood Shaw,
+his adopted daughter. Virtually his money.
+
+_Gilbert Scudder, Sr._, operated a barber shop on Nassau street, and
+rated professors among his patrons.
+
+_Mrs. Catharine Scudder_, his widow, is still an active, energetic
+woman, owning several properties. She is full of happy reminiscences,
+and is one of the oldest members of the Presbyterian Church. She brought
+with her, when a bride, the first piano owned by a colored family in
+Princeton. Her daughter is a musician and elocutionist. Her sons are
+well-settled in business. Eugene conducts a second-hand clothing house on
+Baker street. Walter is a practicing physician in Philadelphia.
+
+_Elias Hart_ owned and conducted a restaurant on Witherspoon street. His
+widow still owns and occupies the property.
+
+_Samuel Onque_ and his brother owned a farm opposite.
+
+_Mr. Hoagland_ purchased a lot from it on which he built his home. His
+widow was a great worker in the Presbyterian Church.
+
+_Mr. John Voorhees_ was an elder in the Presbyterian Church. He and his
+wife, Amanda, owned a comfortable home, 23 Quarry street. He left his
+estate in the hands of Mr. Joseph Bruere. After the death of Mr. Voorhees
+the church received $400 from the estate.
+
+_Elias Conover_ was for twenty-five years in the Seminary. _Robert
+Hendrickson_ and _Charles Whychoff_ have followed him.
+
+_Philip Scudder_ was for many years sexton at Cemetery.
+
+_Isaac Stockton_ conducted a grocery store corner Green and Witherspoon
+streets. He was a shrewd and successful business man.
+
+_Mrs. Margaret Stockton_ was quite as well known as _Mrs. Craig_. She
+and Mrs. Catharine Scudder are about the last of Princeton’s colored
+aristocracy. Her daughter, _Miss Martie Craig_, was an accomplished belle
+in her day. She was a great helper in the Presbyterian Church.
+
+_Charles Craig_ was the pioneer hackman, and his wife a famous cook.
+Their son, _Prof. Walter Craig_, was New York’s most famous colored
+violinist, and their daughter, _Jestina_, was school teacher and skilled
+pianist.
+
+The _Gordons_ were a large and influential family, like the _Simpsons_.
+_Mr. Simpson_ was the pioneer second-hand clothes dealer.
+
+Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Williams were the pioneer club-house keepers. Their
+numerous family still survive and reside in the homestead on Harrison
+street.
+
+Mr. Thomas James was a familiar figure for some years. He was related
+to one of the oldest and most aristocratic families in Philadelphia. In
+his early life in Princeton he was thrifty and prosperous. His children
+buried him quite recently.
+
+_Mrs. Elon Berry_ is our “shut-in,” but sends out sunshine.
+
+“Some are and must be greater than the rest.”
+
+As early as 1816 a Mr. Boardman, a colored student, was here. Many have
+since graduated from the Seminary. Revs. L. Z. Johnson and G. S. Stark
+received the degree of A. B. on examination.
+
+_Betsey Stockton_ was one of the first members of the Presbyterian
+Church. Hageman tells us “she was a woman of sterling qualities and an
+excellent teacher.” She was the first colored missionary to the Hawaiian
+Islands and, on her return, taught school. One of her pupils, _Mr. Thomas
+Schenck_, attended Lincoln University, graduating in 1869. A bronze
+tablet to her memory was recently unveiled in the Presbyterian Church
+by Mr. Weber, a former pupil, Gen. A. A. Woodhull making the address. A
+stained glass memorial window, the gift of her pupils, adorns the church
+and attests to her ability and their love.
+
+_Rev. Chas. W. Gardiner_ was pastor of the First African Presbyterian
+Church of Philadelphia for 12 years, and an early record says “he was
+no mean expounder of the Word of God.” He was a man of high mental
+attainments. His preaching was eloquent, impressive and effective. He was
+ever regarded as a profound thinker and leading ecclesiastical. In 1857
+he was invited by my father, Joseph C. Bustill (then teaching there), to
+help form the First Colored Presbyterian Church of Harrisburg, Pa. He was
+pastor there several years. A fine portrait of him still hangs in the
+lecture room, evidencing their veneration for him. He spent the remaining
+years of his life at his home, corner Green and Witherspoon streets. Dr.
+Ashbel Green was always interested in him and remembered him in his will.
+His grandchildren, _Mrs. Till_ and _Mrs. Boyer_ are still among us.
+
+_Rev. Mahlon Van Horn_ was graduated from Lincoln University and, for
+twenty-five years, was pastor of a congregational church at Newport, R.
+I. He was appointed U. S. Consul at St. Thomas Island, and filled his
+position with honor to himself and with satisfaction to the Government.
+He died in office.
+
+Who could write of Princeton colored people and omit _Uncle Jimmy
+Johnson_? “He was at one time the oldest person connected with the
+university, because he had known Dr. Duffield s-s-since he was in
+kn-kn-knickerbockers.” He came here a fugitive slave, was recognized by a
+student and soon was fleeing from the dreaded slave catcher. Mrs. Provost
+paid the $1000 demanded and the students paid the cost of the sensational
+trial. Mr. Johnson often showed with justifiable pride his account of the
+_repayment of every cent_. He lived long to enjoy his freedom and was
+ever affectionately regarded by the students. A granite stone “erected
+by graduates of Princeton University” marks his grave. His widow was a
+woman of fine presence, cultured and refined. She died less than a year
+ago.
+
+_James Titus, Sr._, who owned his home on Green street, was for many
+years the trusted messenger of the university. His son, _James, Jr._,
+was twenty-eight years gold melter and refiner for M. F. Cronin, Seventh
+and Sansom streets, Philadelphia. His son, _James, III_, owns several
+properties and resides in our town. His son, _George P. Titus_, was
+associated with his father till his death, when he succeeded him. He
+is now practical and consulting metalurgist for the Deuber Watchcase
+Manufacturing Co., Canton, O. His son, James, IV, graduated from the high
+school and business college of Canton, and is his father’s assistant. A
+son of James, III, holds a position in the same company.
+
+_Rev. William D. Robeson_ was, for nearly twenty-five years, pastor of
+the Presbyterian Church. He was a graduate of Lincoln University and
+Seminary. His many superior qualities of mind and heart won for him many
+friends and kept his work pre-eminent. He gave to Princeton the best
+years of his life, made many improvements in the church methods and
+church property. He is ever the defender of justice—standing firmly for
+the rights of our race. He is a Christian gentleman. Two churches he has
+pastored since are gratified to have him help them so much—financially as
+well as spiritually. He is particularly successful in collecting funds.
+He has built one church and liquidated a large indebtedness on the other.
+He and his wife M. Louisa Bustill (a Philadelphia school teacher), are
+of blessed memory to those who knew them. Their son, _William D., Jr._,
+is the only colored Princeton graduate of the Trenton High School.
+A graduate of Lincoln University, studied medicine at University of
+Pennsylvania. _Reeve_ is doing well in Detroit. _Bennie_ graduated from
+Biddle University and is now in the seminary. _Marion_ graduated from
+Scotia and _Paul Bustill_ is a member of the baseball, football and
+basketball teams and the Glee Club of Somerville High School.
+
+“_Mom Stewart_” is a class by herself. Always jolly, sensible and
+persevering.
+
+_Mrs. Sarah Dillon_ is one of the oldest members of the Methodist Church.
+She has taught in the Presbyterian Sunday-school more than 50 years.
+
+Her neighbor, _Miss Mary Chew_, owns several Lytle street properties.
+
+Of our young people, _Mrs. Annie Vanzant Moore_ and _Mrs. Lillian Scudder
+Proctor_, have taught in the public school. _Miss Eva Royster_ is our
+only graduate from the Trenton Art School. _Leah Lake_, _Bertha Hall_,
+_Virginia Smith Rhetta_, and _Ethel Vanzant_ had partial courses in
+Trenton High School. _John Richmond_, _Bessie Moore_, _Marie French_,
+_Jenetta Watkins_ and _Laura Garner_ are the first colored pupils
+to enter Princeton High School. Several boys and girls are pursuing
+educational courses or following professions away from Princeton. _Dr. J.
+E. Proctor_ is our only colored physician. _F. Louis Sperling_ our only
+lawyer and Justice of the Peace.
+
+The church music is of excellent character, being in such skillful hands
+as _Mrs. Blackwell_, _Mrs. Lambert_ and _Mrs. Robinson_.
+
+The Hoaglands, Sortors, Millers, Vanzants, Schencks, Lakes, Skillmans,
+Scudders, Roysters, Hagamans, Conovers, Van Horns, Eustices, Tituses, and
+many others were large and highly-respected families still represented.
+
+The Witherspoon Presbyterian Church is the most flourishing. It has a
+large auditorium and parish house and several properties, all in good
+condition. They are valued at $37,000. Rev. G. S. Stark is pastor.
+
+Mt. Pisgah A. M. E. Church maintains its usual high standard. It was
+recently enlarged and remodeled. It is valued at $15,000—Rev. Sturgis,
+pastor. The late Addison Gordon was a class leader and gave it a legacy
+from his $30,000 estate.
+
+The late Henry Shaw, Robert Hall, Mrs. Dowers, Mrs. Oakham and many more
+are its helpers. Mrs. Letitia Blackwell was the oldest member.
+
+Bright Hope Baptist Church has a commodious building, with lecture room
+in basement—$12,000; Rev. Jones is pastor. All three churches have their
+own parsonages, electric light and steam heat.
+
+The Odd Fellows, Knights of Pythias, Elks, Mooses and Good Samaritans are
+trustworthy beneficial Orders. The Odd Fellows own their own hall. A
+company of colored men own and rent Douglass Hall.
+
+A Young Men’s Christian Association has been fitted up in a very spacious
+and comfortable building. Meetings, books, entertainment, etc., appeal to
+the men. Joseph W. Rhetta is secretary. The Women’s Club is successfully
+teaching several branches of industry and furnishes entertainment for the
+women.
+
+Our business men are William Moore, John Williams, George Mention,
+William Higgins, Theodore Williams, James Dickerson, Peter Brownley,
+William Green, Andrew Melchoir, Robert Braxton, John Coy, I. R. Farrier
+and Mr. Sheldon. Mrs. Shaw and Mrs. Burrill are our business women.
+
+Much I intended for this brief sketch is, of necessity, omitted, but I
+hope another may write more fully of the colored people of _Princeton_.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+                           The Short Snorter
+
+                          BY CHARLES EINSTEIN
+
+                     _His saucer was parked in the
+                 woods, and Mr. Steariot (from Venus)
+                     was parked in the lobby...._
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Worlds of If Science Fiction, August 1958.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Three paths led through the woods away from the resort hotel, and of
+the three two were clearly marked: one with a sign that said it led to
+the lake, the other pointing toward the golf links. The third pathway
+was unmarked, and this was the one that inevitably the lovers and the
+honeymooners took--the path that Alice and Fred Daniels followed today.
+
+The sun was unusually warm for this time of year, but only a few
+yards along the pathway Fred and Alice were swallowed up by the great
+and near-great trees of the forest. The sunlight was, except for an
+occasional patch of light here and there, warded away by the foliage
+above. The forest was very quiet. The pathway bridged a silent brook,
+and then, perhaps a third of a mile into the woods, turned abruptly to
+the left and the woods became even more dense, the pathway narrow.
+
+Through the trees to the right at this point was a clearing, an unusual
+grassy circle perhaps sixty yards in diameter. It was not the clearing
+itself, however, but, instead, the glint of color in the sunlight that
+caused Fred and Alice to stop and look.
+
+Alice said, "Fred, what is that?"
+
+"Don't know," he said. "Something red. Let's look."
+
+The two of them turned off the path and made their way through a
+dismal barrage of thicket to the clearing that lay beyond. When they
+got there, they saw the circular object--_vehicle_ might be a better
+word. It was possibly fifteen yards in diameter. It seemed to be made
+of three rings, smaller ones bottom and top and the larger one ribbing
+the center, and to be constructed of some kind of plastic. Between the
+central and upper rings were set a series of small windows. The entire
+thing was painted a gaudy red.
+
+"What do you think it is?" Fred said.
+
+"A flying saucer," Alice said promptly. She laughed a little, but
+clutched at her husband's arm. "Isn't it?"
+
+"I don't know."
+
+"But what else would it be?"
+
+"I don't know," Fred said again. "Let's look inside."
+
+"Fred," Alice said, "You'd better not--"
+
+"Don't be silly," he said, and walked resolutely up to the object and,
+standing on tiptoe, peered through one of the windows.
+
+"What is it?" Alice called from the edge of the clearing. "What do you
+see?"
+
+"It's empty," he called back.
+
+"What's inside?"
+
+Fred shook his head. "You won't believe it."
+
+"What?"
+
+"It's got a steering wheel," he called out hollowly. "And some dials."
+
+"My goodness," Alice said. "Is it a real one?"
+
+"How do I know?" he said, and rejoined her, casting a series of glances
+uncertainly over his shoulder at the bright red saucer behind him.
+"What do you suppose we ought to do?"
+
+"Tell somebody," Alice said. "I suppose."
+
+"Who do we tell?"
+
+"I don't know. There must be _somebody_--"
+
+They looked almost guiltily at each other. "Nobody'll believe us," Fred
+said.
+
+"Why not?" Alice said. "It's _here_, isn't it?"
+
+Fred stopped and thought. "Who knows how long it'll stay?"
+
+They looked at each other again. Then Alice said slowly, "If we went
+back and got the camera--"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Swiftly, they made their way back toward the hotel through the quiet
+forest. When they got there, they found Mr. Mason, the manager of the
+hotel, adjusting the badminton net in front of the main porch. Mr.
+Mason loosed a ready smile. "How's everything?" he said. "Find enough
+to do?"
+
+"Yes, thank you," Fred said to him. "We were just walking through the
+woods. We came back for our camera. Then we're off again."
+
+Mr. Mason nodded. "Find the saucer?"
+
+Fred looked at him. "You mean the flying saucer?"
+
+The manager nodded again. "I see you did find it. Good. Take a picture
+of it, by all means. I've already taken a whole batch myself."
+
+"You have?" Fred said, frowning. "What's it all about?"
+
+"It's a flying saucer," Mr. Mason said. "From Venus. Mr. Steariot, who
+piloted it, is a guest here. I can introduce you to him if you like. He
+speaks excellent English."
+
+Fred Daniels said, "Wait a minute. You--"
+
+"Oh, there's no point in it," Mr. Mason said in a weary tone of voice.
+"No point in it at all. I took pictures. I tried to get the Army up
+here. I wrote letters." He shrugged expressively. "It's a cynical age
+we live in, I guess. Everybody's very polite, but they make it clear
+they think it's just a gimmick I worked up to get the hotel publicity."
+He nodded seriously. "The whole trouble's with Mr. Steariot. If he had
+a light bulb for a head, or seven legs, or talked funny, why, it'd be
+a different thing entirely. But he looks and acts just like you or I.
+Here I've got a legitimate flying saucer sitting on my property and you
+might as well try to tell them it's a--well, a flying saucer! For all
+they'll believe me. Now you two have seen it with your own eyes and you
+don't believe it either."
+
+Fred swallowed and looked at Alice for a moment. Then he said, "What
+did you say his name was?"
+
+"Mr. Steariot," Mr. Mason said. "Actually, he's just as happy nobody
+believes he's from Venus. If they believed it, they'd probably lock him
+up in jail somewhere or impound his saucer. As it is, he says this is
+the first vacation he's had in years." Mr. Mason looked unhappily about
+him. "He's probably in the lounge now. Want to meet him?"
+
+Fred said dazedly, "I--"
+
+"Ah, come on," Mr. Mason said. "He won't bite you." He led the way up
+the steps of the porch and into the lounge and over to where a small,
+mustachioed man, wearing eyeglasses and appearing to be in his late
+forties, was working a crossword puzzle in the morning paper.
+
+"Mr. Steariot," Mr. Mason said, "I should like you to meet Mr. and Mrs.
+Daniels, also guests here. They have just seen your saucer."
+
+"Charmed," Mr. Steariot said, and got to his feet. He shook hands with
+Fred Daniels. "Are you here for a long stay, Mr. Daniels?"
+
+"I'm not sure," Fred said, a little unhappily. "Mr. Mason told us you
+were from Venus."
+
+"I told them about you, Mr. Steariot," Mr. Mason said. "Naturally, they
+don't believe it any more than anybody else."
+
+"No reason why they should," Mr. Steariot said amiably. "No reason in
+the world, if I may coin a phrase. Dr. Phelps at the Institute didn't
+believe it either."
+
+Mr. Mason said, "Mr. Steariot here had a long interview with Dr. Phelps
+of the Geophysical Institute at Princeton when he first arrived here on
+Earth with us."
+
+"Oh," Fred said. He gazed uncomfortably at Mr. Steariot. "We didn't
+mean to interrupt you."
+
+"I was only doing the crossword puzzle," Mr. Steariot said. "Do you
+know a two-letter word for sun-god?"
+
+Alice said, "Is this your first trip here?"
+
+"You mean here to the hotel," Mr. Steariot said, "or to Earth?"
+
+"Earth," Fred said, dismally.
+
+"My second," Mr. Steariot said. "First trip I wound up near Leningrad.
+Terrible time. I thought they'd talk English, but they don't, and they
+thought I was an American, and two of their officials got into the
+saucer with me, and the only way I could save myself was to take off
+with them. They're on Venus now."
+
+"This accounts," Mr. Mason broke in, "for the way those two high
+Russian officials suddenly disappeared from sight three years ago. You
+remember? Everybody thought they'd been liquidated."
+
+Fred Daniels looked around the room. A hollow, frightening feeling had
+come upon him. There were hundreds of questions he could have asked,
+and yet he wanted nothing so much as to be away from there.
+
+His wife Alice, though, was constrained to learn more about Mr.
+Steariot. She said, "Mr. Steariot, may I ask you something?"
+
+"By all means," Mr. Steariot said, and blinked owlishly at her.
+
+"Do you," Alice said to him, "carry any money?"
+
+It was, Fred Daniels realized, a marvelous question. If there were sham
+here, this would be the quickest way to--
+
+"Why, of course." Mr. Steariot said, and reached for his wallet.
+"Let's see--health insurance--saucer driver's license--here, my dear.
+A five-djino bill." He extracted a yellow banknote and handed it to
+Alice. The banknote, slightly larger than an American dollar bill, was
+remarkably similar in other particulars. It had upon it a picture of a
+flying saucer, the figure 5, and, spelled out, "FIVE DJINOS".
+
+"Let me sign it for you," Mr. Steariot said, taking out a pen. "You can
+have it for a souvenier."
+
+"Like the short snorters in the war," Mr. Mason, the hotel manager,
+said. "You remember them, Mr. Daniels? Where people got famous
+signatures on five and ten and twenty-dollar bills and exchanged them
+and what not, and they called them short snorters?"
+
+"I remember," Fred Daniels said. "Something like that."
+
+"Five djinos on Venus," Mr. Steariot said, signing his name with a
+flourish, "is worth about twenty dollars here on Earth. No official
+rate of exchange, of course, but from what I've seen, that's about what
+I'd judge. Here you go." He handed the bill over.
+
+"Well, wait, then," Fred Daniels said. "I ought to sign one of _our_
+bills for _you_."
+
+"Ah, no need for that," Mr. Steariot said. "No doubt you need twenty
+dollars worse than I need five djinos."
+
+"Don't be ridiculous," Fred said, a little stiffly; and, by now
+committed, he went into his wallet and came out with a twenty dollar
+bill. He signed his name to it, using Mr. Steariot's fountain pen.
+
+"Wonderful," Mr. Steariot said. "How nice to have met you both."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"I feel very badly about this," Mr. Mason, the hotel manager, said to
+Fred and Alice. The three of them were on the porch outside. "This
+short snorter business always seems to happen whenever I introduce Mr.
+Steariot to anyone. Dr. Phelps at the Institute gave him fifty dollars.
+Can you imagine that?"
+
+"It's interesting in its way," Fred said. "It just occurred to me: Mr.
+Steariot can spend Earth money here, but we can't spend Venus money."
+
+"That's true," Mr. Mason said. "On the other hand, Mr. Steariot has
+never once, to my knowledge, been the one to bring up the subject. I
+think it's quite painful to him, really. But the same thing inevitably
+occurs to everybody he meets. You know, let's see the color of your
+money. I guess people are pretty much the same everywhere--that
+is, everywhere on _Earth_. They judge everything in terms of money,
+including whether you've even been born on Earth! 'Let's see your
+money,' they say to Mr. Steariot, and out he comes with one of those
+damn five-djino bills, and we're off."
+
+"You know," Alice Daniels said thoughtfully, "in a way it's a lesson.
+Isn't it, Fred? I mean, everybody is money conscious. Maybe too much
+so. I'm not sorry it cost us twenty dollars to meet Mr. Steariot."
+
+"You may be right," Fred said to her. "You may be right. Who knows,
+some day this five-djino bill may be a very valuable--"
+
+"There you go again," Alice cut in. "Always putting it in terms of
+money."
+
+"But _you're_ the one," Fred said, "who thought to ask him about it in
+the first place."
+
+"Don't quarrel," Mr. Mason, the hotel manager, said to them. "After
+all, for you it's just a vacation. For me, I've got this man sitting in
+my lounge day in and day out doing crossword puzzles and trading short
+snorters with my guests. Nobody really believes he's from Venus--nobody
+important, anyway. It's a little frightening, when you're trying to run
+a happy hotel. Sometimes I wish he'd go back to wherever he came from."
+
+"Well," Fred said, "he's bound to leave one of these days."
+
+"Maybe," Mr. Mason said doubtfully. "Offhand, though, I'd say the way
+he's taking it in, he can't afford to."
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+                      THE DOWNHILL SIDE OF THIRTY
+
+                         BY VIRGIL F. SHOCKLEY
+
+                _Health was no longer a problem for the
+               aged. All they had to do was ban sex and
+                tobacco to those over thirty-five...._
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Worlds of If Science Fiction, August 1958.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Chuck Dane patted shaving lotion on his face, enjoying the second of
+vicious sting. He closed the medicine cabinet and stood for a minute
+examining himself in the fluorescent lighted mirror. He was lean and
+hard and, of course, tanned. A few grey hairs flecked the sideburns,
+but he didn't think that he looked thirty-five. And, damn it all to
+hell! he didn't feel thirty-five!
+
+He opened the bathroom door, and hesitated. He dreaded to walk through
+the photoelectric beam and set off that odious disc! Sometimes he got
+down on hands and knees and crawled under. But he felt so damn silly!
+
+Well, he couldn't stand there all day. It was Monday and they would
+expect him at the office.
+
+He squared his shoulders and walked into the hall.
+
+    "Lung Cancer, Heart Attacks!
+    Heart Attacks, Lung Cancer!
+    Beware, old man, Be ... ware!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The tinkly message followed him up the hall. "I could jam the damn
+thing!" he thought, "but they'd only repair it at daily Gov-Apts
+Inspection and report me again!"
+
+He pushed his hands into his pants pockets and walked into the dining
+ell. He slouched in his chair, and watched Sally swish back and forth
+from the kitchen as she set the table. She was in blue nylon pajamas
+and fuzzy blue mules. Her red hair was tied up in a provocative pony
+tail.
+
+She felt him watching her, gave him a devilish grin. "Sleep well last
+night, dear? In your own little bed?"
+
+"You know damn well I didn't!" God, he wanted a cigarette. After two
+years he still wanted one! When would the hunger for them ever stop?
+
+"You knew where I was sleeping. The door was unlocked!"
+
+She came to him, suddenly compassionate, and sat on his lap. She pulled
+his head against her. He felt, on his face, the slickness of the nylon,
+and underneath her firm body. She whispered, "You know honey, no matter
+what the government says, I'm not made for sleeping alone!"
+
+"And I'm thirty-five and not 'spose to!"
+
+"Thirty-five and eighty-nine days! How well I know! The toast!"
+
+She scooted off his lap and ran into the kitchen. How she managed to
+burn toast in an electronic toaster beat him. By sending it down twice,
+he suspected.
+
+He picked up the paper by his plate and unfolded it. The first page, as
+usual, was devoted to the Propagandists. Headlines proclaimed: "375
+died this weekend doing _you know what_." The second line asked: "Will
+you be next?"
+
+It made a good story because only three hundred deaths had been
+predicted. The bottom half of the page was filled with pictures of
+the victims and the spouses who "lead them on, knowing at the time
+that over forty percent of the heart attacks in men and women over
+thirty-five are brought on by sexual relations."
+
+Sally was leaning over him, serving his plate with scrambled eggs and
+ham, but he tried to ignore her and turned to the next page. Here was
+an editorial by the Department of Health. He scanned it. Same old
+thing. Sex to be avoided like poison by all persons, male and female,
+over thirty-five years.
+
+Chuck forked a piece of soya bread, and swabbed the last of ham grease
+and egg from his plate. He sat drinking his soya hot chocolate, and
+wanting a cigarette.
+
+Sally finished eating, stretched, and the nylon threatened to rip. She
+went and got his suit coat and hat. At the door he tried to kiss her
+goodbye in his best "big brother" manner. But she clinched in close,
+and suddenly he didn't feel like a brother.
+
+She whispered in his ear, "Come on back. I'll call and tell them you
+caught a virus!"
+
+He almost took off his hat. Then he said, "You know it would show up
+in my weekly S-Count!" He shuddered just saying the words. God! how he
+hated that! He continued, "And if I slip once or twice on that, you
+know what they do."
+
+Feeling sorry for her, he added half-heartedly, "But you're only
+thirty. And I wouldn't blame you.... Lot of people do, you know."
+
+She leaned back, still in his arms, and laughed up at him. "No, I'll
+wait and break you down!"
+
+"Even knowing what they're likely to do?"
+
+"But surely! Then at least the temptation wouldn't be so handy!"
+
+He walked rapidly toward the office. Other groups walked along talking
+and laughing. Here and there someone called to him.
+
+He came to U.S. 75, a deserted graying eight lane strip. As he started
+across, a bike came over the rise and he dived into the ditch. But
+it was only a Catholic priest pedalling furiously along on a girl's
+bicycle. Then there had been another clash! He climbed out of the
+ditch, and walked a ways down the highway. There it was. The priest was
+just climbing off the bike, and there was a motorcycle cop.
+
+Chuck Dane walked up the highway to the scene and stood watching. The
+priest was kneeling, his black bag open, administering last rites to
+the two youths.
+
+The cop, fat and redfaced, came over and stood beside Chuck. "Two less
+Teenagers!" he grinned.
+
+"Dying, eh?" Chuck asked.
+
+"Dying or dead! These damn kids!" He said it with just a tinge of envy.
+
+The Father snapped his bag shut, and pedalled away. Chuck went over
+for a closer look. Both of the kids were on roller skates, the powered
+kind. Chuck Dane noted with satisfaction that they were Airex skates.
+
+Both of the kids had on the regular uniform, black leather jackets,
+and leather belts eight inches wide. Mounted on the center front of
+the belts were the regulation three foot razor sharp spears. Only now
+there was not much of the spears to be seen. Because neither kid had
+chickened. The shorter boy had caught a spear in the lower chest, and
+the taller one caught it in the guts.
+
+Funny, Chuck Dane thought, staring down at them. Even in this cotton
+batting, vacuum world of 1990 the Teenagers could find ways to kill
+each other off! He envied them their spirit!
+
+He waved at the cop, who was calling in a report, and walked back up
+the highway. When he got to his usual place, he started to cross.
+
+"Olá!"
+
+In that frantic second, he saw only the black leather jacket bearing
+down upon him. And the bike with the spear mounted on the handlebars,
+the tip sparkling like a diamond in the sun. It swerved, and came
+straight for him. Chuck dived into the ditch, even as he felt it prick
+his coat.
+
+The kid yelled, "Cock-a-doodle-do!" and pedalled on.
+
+Chuck climbed up out of the ditch and ran across the highway. Then
+he straightened his clothing, dusted himself off. This was damn
+undignified! He hated the kid, wanted to kill him with his bare hands.
+
+He walked along, thinking how it had all come about. First it had been
+the highway death toll. When it had reached over two thousand on week
+days, and ten thousand on weekends, the government had stepped in.
+Their solution had been simple and foolproof. They simply taxed gas out
+of sight. Now the oil companies exported their total output, and were
+making more money than ever.
+
+Then some fool in the A.M.A. had pointed out that almost as many people
+were dying of lung cancer as had previously fallen on the ribbons of
+death.
+
+At first Congress had passed a bill to ban the manufacture of all
+cigarettes. But the black market flourished and the psychiatrists
+yelped. They yelped that the approach to the problem was all wrong,
+due to the fact that they hadn't been consulted. This was warping
+personalities and making martyrs out of cigarette users. The way to do
+it, they said, was to have tobacco products available, but to shame
+people into giving them up of their own free wills.
+
+They theorized that a cigarette smoker is really a frustrated person
+unable to cope with the adult world. When he puts a cig between his
+lips he is really searching for his mother's nipple. Therefore, the
+thing to do is to force him to out-grow this, rather than take it
+forcibly away from him. Same way with a cigar smoker or pipe smoker.
+
+The psychiatric lobby prevailed and the government repealed the
+tobacco bill. And replaced it with another. Now it was the law for all
+cigarettes, cigars and pipe tobacco to have an hallucination inducing
+drug, Xlene 91, in them. Also, as was compulsory, all cigars, pipes and
+cigarettes sported rubber filters shaped like nipples.
+
+Then, Chuck Dane reminisced, with lung cancer dropping off steadily,
+they had started in to curb heart attacks. And taken away the only
+pleasure a guy had left!
+
+He was in sight of his place of work now. A huge half-circle of
+plexiglass that was Airex Roller Skating Factory. Chuck thought as he
+entered the building, that four hours was a hell of a long working day,
+especially doing material control posting all that time. He hoped the
+bill to change working hours to three hours would pass soon....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+At two o'clock in the afternoon, Chuck lined up with the rest of the
+office force to walk single file past the hidden electronic camera. Out
+of habit, he held his right hand in salute position, palm toward the
+camera. These deals had been interesting when they first replaced the
+old style time clocks, now they were routine.
+
+As the queue neared the door where the company's three psychiatrists
+stood, Chuck got more and more nervous. Suppose they could read his
+mind, or something!
+
+Sure enough, Doctor Benton wiggled a finger for him to step out of
+line. He took him to one side, and peered into his face. Chuck tried to
+look into the green eyes, so calm and assured, but he had to look away.
+
+"You okay, Dane?"
+
+"Sure! Tired, that's all. Helluva long day!"
+
+"Yes. Well, you come in and see me tomorrow. We'll have us a little
+talk."
+
+Rapidly, Chuck left the building. He muttered, "Like hell we will,
+Headshrinker!"
+
+Furtively, he left the usual road home, and walked into a corner
+drugstore. He stood around with his hands in his pockets, until all the
+other customers cleared out.
+
+"Puffies," he said.
+
+The big man behind the counter tried to hitch his belt over his paunch.
+"Sure you know what you're doin', Bud? Have to take your number you
+know."
+
+Chuck didn't answer. He pulled his right hand out of his pocket and
+laid it palm up on the glass counter top. The man wrote down the id
+number and handed over the cigarettes.
+
+Chuck walked on home, with the Puffies a guilty lump in his jacket
+pocket. He felt sure everybody he met knew what he was up to.
+
+At home, Chuck stuck his head in the kitchen and said "Hi" to Sally.
+He resisted patting her. He went to the den and locked the door with
+trembling fingers, then sat at the desk and took out his knife. He cut
+off the realistic red nipples from all twenty cigarettes, and made a
+pyre of them in the middle of the glass top. Then he set fire to them,
+not minding the acrid smoke.
+
+He put a cigarette to his lips. Still he hesitated, fearing the
+hallucinations, about which he had heard but never experienced.
+
+Suddenly he grinned and leaned back, lit up and closed his eyes. The
+parade of pictures began in front of his eyeballs. First a picture of
+human lungs, and slowly the cancer virus invades them and eats them
+away. Then the parade of men and women clutching their chests, writhing
+in death throes. Chuck Dane smiled, enjoying each hallucination.
+Pretending that the unlucky victims were the Propagandists.
+
+He lit another cigarette from the butt of the first one, and leaned
+back, feeling his lungs pleasantly saturated with smoke.
+
+When ten cigarettes were snubbed in a row on the glass top of the desk,
+he stopped and mused. Now, he guessed he would die of cancer for sure.
+He wondered how long....
+
+Then another thought hit him. With two temptations, he wondered why he
+had given in to the cigarette first.
+
+He lit another Puffie and leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.
+A perfect technicolor picture of Sally crossed his mind, swishing the
+pony tail provocatively. He got up. Left the den. Went to the kitchen
+and leaned in the door watching her.
+
+Tomorrow was Tuesday. His day for S-Count. But he wouldn't submit to
+that again. Or have that little talk with Doctor Benton. Tomorrow,
+going to work, when he crossed U.S. 75 he would give some Teenager a
+hell of a thrill! But tonight ... tonight....
+
+"Come here, baby!" he whispered harshly.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Downhill Side of Thirty, by Virgil F. Shockley
+
+
+
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+
+
+                          The Used People Lot
+
+                            BY IRVING FANG
+
+                  _Faint car never won fair lady!...
+                   Make_ your _car proud of you!...
+                 Grinning Gregory helps used people!_
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Worlds of If Science Fiction, August 1958.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+It's had it. Finished. Done. My wonderful red Thunderflash, I thought
+to myself, isn't worth the electricity to atomize it to Kingdom Come.
+
+Ever since that drunk in his two-seat Charioteer plowed into the rear
+end with such force that even my radar repellant couldn't stop it,
+my Thunderflash had been out of kilter. The specialists my garage
+recommended worked over it for two days, but couldn't get it to
+running the way it did new.
+
+And what was I supposed to do for an automobile now? I had signed the
+customary 40-year pact for half my salary to pay for it. That meant I
+would still be shelling out by 2117.
+
+Weeping over it wasn't going to do any good. It was stuck on the fifth
+level expressway and that was that. I levered myself out (at least
+the ejector still worked) then got behind the car and gave it a good
+old-fashioned push to get it on an off-ramp, out of the stream of
+traffic.
+
+After I parked I remembered I was heading for a date with Jenny. I
+checked my wallet. No, not enough for a taxi there. I would just have
+to phone her to cancel the date.
+
+Reluctantly I pushed the tip of my tongue against my tooth telephone.
+
+"Operator," said the operator.
+
+"Poplar 3104, please."
+
+"Thank you. One moment. I'll ache it for you."
+
+She dialed the number of the tooth telephone in Jenny's mouth, so the
+two fine wires sent gentle electric currents into the nerve. On the
+third ache Jenny clicked the receiver open with the tip of her tongue.
+
+"Hello?"
+
+"Jenny, this is Arnold. I won't be able to come over this evening."
+
+"But we had a date," Jenny said in a petulant voice.
+
+"I know, but my car broke down."
+
+"Again?"
+
+"Yes, honey."
+
+"Why don't you do something about it?" Jenny complained.
+
+"But baby, what can I do? I've been to the garage. I've been to the
+specialists. I'm so broke on account of these repair bills I've been
+living on macaroni concentrate for the last couple of weeks."
+
+Jenny, my beautiful sweetheart, was distinctly unhappy. "Don't come to
+me with your troubles," she replied. "In fact, you don't have to come
+to me at all until you can come like a gentleman."
+
+"Aw, listen just a minute, Jenny," I started to plead. But it was too
+late. Jenny had clicked off.
+
+A fine thermokettle of fish! A month ago I had a shiny lifetime car and
+was romancing the best looking girl in town. Then one drunk comes along
+and my car is next to useless and my girl is mad at me.
+
+Feeling in a distinctly blue mood I moved my tongue to the other side
+of my mouth and shoved on my tooth radio. I rolled the tongue over the
+bottom of the tooth until I got a program with some blues music. Just
+the way I felt. The blues. I sat in the front seat of my Thunderflash
+and listened to the music echoing against my tonsils.
+
+After the song came the inevitable commercial. Only this was a new one.
+The announcer said:
+
+"Here's some big, big, big news from Grinning Gregory, your largest
+volume dealer in lifetime cars. Gregory announced today that his used
+people lots are nearly empty. Yes, Grinning Gregory's used people lots
+are nearly empty. And that means good, good, good news for you car
+owners with lifetime contracts who would like new cars.
+
+"Grinning Gregory has added to his stocks of new Orions,
+Thunderflashes, Galaxies, Solars, Charioteers, Protons and Fords. For
+the first time in two years, yes, the first time in two years, he has
+more new cars than new people to sell them to.
+
+"So he is offering a limited number of them to used people, you folks
+who have had cars, on his conveniently located used people lots. Come
+on down and let some of Grinning Gregory's new cars look you over.
+Be sure and bring photostats of your credit ratings and official car
+histories. Hurry, hurry, hurry and avoid the rush to Grinning Gregory's
+used people lots."
+
+The commercial ended and was replaced by music.
+
+Gosh, that was exciting news. Ever since the accident I had given up
+hope of ever owning a decent running car again, automobile prices and
+government restrictions being what they were.
+
+I clicked on my tooth telephone and ached my garage mechanic to come
+by and pick up my car. Then I took my credit rating and official car
+history from the glove compartment and caught a helibus to the nearest
+of Grinning Gregory's used people lots.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A lot of guys were already there before me, most of them in the same
+fix I was. They had been in accidents or they were divorced and their
+wives got custody of the car, although they still had to pay for it.
+
+Some of them had been on the lot for some time and looked a little
+shopworn under the lights and fluttering pennants, but they hadn't
+found a car yet that would take them. We were all classified as used
+people, a lot less desirable than people who hadn't signed for cars yet.
+
+One of Grinning Gregory's contract brokers lined us up in a row facing
+the path the cars would come by robot direction. The fellow to my right
+slicked his hair down neatly and began shining his shoe-tops on the
+backs of his trouser legs.
+
+"Sure hope I get selected," he whispered nervously to me. "Boy, don't
+you sometimes wish you were living a couple of hundred years ago when
+cars were cheap enough so that people were doing the picking?"
+
+"Not me," I told him. "Drive that junk? I'll admit you didn't have to
+swear but a couple of years of your life away. But look at all you get
+now in a car."
+
+"Mmm, I suppose you're right," he said. "My Orion was stolen a year ago
+when I accidentally cut off the burglar photocell. The police never did
+find it and I've been trying ever since to get another one."
+
+"This is the first time I've tried," I said. "My car...."
+
+"Ssh," he interrupted. "Here they come."
+
+A procession of new cars, led by a beautiful green Solar convertible,
+inched its way along the row of hopeful buyers, all of us with our
+credit ratings and car histories pinned to our lapels.
+
+Each car's robot mechanism recorded our statistics, took our pictures,
+noted our heights, weights and appearances, then began to correlate the
+data.
+
+By government order the robot mechanism was directed to select its
+most promising future owner. A sobersides bank president, for example,
+might dearly love to change his big black Galaxy sedan for a low-slung
+Charioteer sports car, but sports cars were planned with crew-cutted
+college boys in mind, so the bank president would be likely to end up
+with another big Galaxy. Of course, the payment rate was fixed and the
+contracts were almost always for 40 years. A tie salesman might want a
+Galaxy to make an impression on his neighbors, but he'd probably wind
+up with a Proton or a Thunderflash like I had. I was a tie salesman.
+
+The Solar came abreast of me. I stood straight and smiling as it began
+to note my statistics. It flashed a 23 when it was done.
+
+Not so good. That put me in the 23 percentile rank of its desirability.
+The next car, a rhinestone Ford, gave me a 28. I was rated 22, 31, 14
+(by a Galaxy), 27, 35 and 30 by the next six cars. That was the way it
+went for the whole procession. I received the highest rating, 58, from
+an experimental model Proton that was no longer in production, but I
+knew it was rating everybody higher and I was pretty gloomy.
+
+Imagine my surprise when my name was called out as one of the possible
+choices. I went into the broker's office and was told the Proton would
+select me if I would get rid of all but ten years of my Thunderflash
+contract. That meant I had to find someone to take my car and 27 years
+of my contract, since I had been paying for three years of the 40. The
+price of the Proton, the broker told me, was scaled down to a 30-year
+contract because it was an off-model.
+
+But who would take my heap with a 27-year contract attached to it? The
+broker said Grinning Gregory might go for five years, just out of the
+goodness of his big, big, big heart. I wouldn't get that kind of a deal
+anywhere else, the broker said.
+
+Maybe I wouldn't, but that didn't do me much good. I needed someone to
+take 27 years.
+
+Harry! Why didn't I think of Harry before? He didn't have a car yet.
+Skinflint Harry didn't want to sign the standard 40-year contract for a
+car and he had been shopping around for second-hand cars. Besides, good
+old Harry knew how crazy I was about Jenny. He had even taken her out a
+couple of times.
+
+I gave Harry an ache on the telephone and told him I'd be right over.
+Then I ached the garage and the mechanic told me he could get my
+Thunderflash in pretty good running condition again, even though he
+couldn't promise anything permanent. I caught a helibus to my friend's
+apartment.
+
+"Harry, old pal, I've got the chance of a lifetime for both of us."
+
+Harry eyed me suspiciously. "How's that?" he asked.
+
+"Well, here's the deal. You know my real fine Thunderflash? You said
+it was a sharp car. It is. It's a first class car. But ever since that
+slight accident, I've had just a wee bit of trouble with it. Not much,
+you understand, but it's niggling enough to annoy my girl, Jenny. You
+remember Jenny, the girl you used to go with before I cut you out? Ha!
+Ha! Anyhow, Jenny wants me to get another car. A newer one."
+
+"But how can you?" Harry asked. "You already have one."
+
+"That's just it, old buddy," I replied. "Grinning Gregory has one of
+those experimental model Protons. It's a beauty, shimmering orange with
+purple wheels and bearskin upholstery. You'd love it. They'll let me
+have it on a 30-year contract if I can sell 27 years of my Thunderflash
+contract. So here's what I'm going to do for you, pal. I'll keep ten
+years of the contract and let you have the Thunderflash for the rest.
+You'll be getting a three-year-old car with 13 years of the contract
+taken care of. Now is that a deal or is that a deal!"
+
+Harry wasn't convinced. "What's wrong with your car?"
+
+"Oh, hardly anything."
+
+"What's hardly anything?"
+
+"Not even worth mentioning."
+
+"What's not worth mentioning?"
+
+"To tell the truth, the frame is just the least trifle out of line and
+every once in a great while it makes the rear wheel twist sideways."
+
+"I don't know," said Harry.
+
+"Good old cautious, hard-headed Harry," I told him. "You are getting
+the deal of a lifetime and doing a good, loyal friend a big favor
+besides."
+
+"I still don't know, Arnold," said Harry.
+
+"All right. When will you know?"
+
+"Let me sleep on it tonight."
+
+"OK, Harry."
+
+I went home in high spirits. I knew Harry would come through for me and
+take that wreck off my hands. He always was a man with an eye out for a
+deal.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I slept late the next morning, but by afternoon I was over to the used
+people lot to tell them to hold the Proton for me for another day.
+Instead, they tapped me over the head with the news that someone came
+in that morning and bought it. And they didn't have another one like it
+that would accept me.
+
+Another hope gone astray! I caught a helibus to the garage and picked
+up my Thunderflash after paying a whopping repair bill. I drove to
+Jenny's house to convince her it was just as good as new.
+
+Jenny's mother met me at the door.
+
+"Hello, Arnold," she said with the big smile of greeting she always
+gave me. "I'm glad to see you and I hope you'll keep dropping over to
+see me, but Jenny isn't here any more."
+
+"Not here?"
+
+"I'm afraid not."
+
+"Where is she?"
+
+"She eloped less than an hour ago. You remember the boy she used to
+go with, Harry? He came by in a beautiful new car. It was shimmering
+orange with purple wheels and bearskin upholstery and...."
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+                           When Day is Done
+
+                           By ARNOLD CASTLE
+
+                   _If there is a bit of the jungle
+                    in every man--why not put every
+                    man into a bit of the jungle?_
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                Worlds of If Science Fiction, May 1960.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+It was three in the afternoon and quitting time at Utopian Appliances,
+Inc. Bertram J. Bernard, the firm's stocky, thick-jawed president,
+waited discreetly at his desk for a few minutes, then closed the file
+he had been studying, bid his secretary a pleasant evening, and strode
+calmly out of the office.
+
+He did not want to appear eager, and succeeded superbly in that.
+Joining several junior executives, he conversed genially with them
+as they descended to the rapid-transit floor. Three of the bright,
+confident young men decided to stop for a quick one at the building's
+plush saloon. Well, that was okay--Bernard had been a late-runner in
+his youth. But now, well into middle age, he had learned that life had
+other demands and pleasures.
+
+"Have a good run, B. B.," said Watkins, the treasurer, at the rap-tran
+gate. "Gloria's coming in on the three-thirty and we're going to dinner
+and then some musical or other she's been dying to see."
+
+So Bernard entered the rap-tran alone, though surrounded by scores of
+pushing, jabbering strangers. Finding a seat on the aisle, next to a
+electronics company vice-president whom he knew slightly, he engaged
+in trade conversation during the five minutes it took the monorail to
+reach his stop. He and the electronics executive got off, as did about
+half of the rap-trans passengers, mostly middle-aged men like himself.
+Early-runners.
+
+The escalator from the monorail stop descended directly into the
+Jungle Station beneath. In the large lobby the crowd dispersed and
+Bernard was again alone when he reached the dressing rooms. This was
+not surprising, he reflected; not many members of his Jungle Station
+could afford the elaborate private locker unique to this wing of the
+building. He pressed his thumbprint to the lock and the door slid back.
+
+Inside, he undressed completely, noting with critical satisfaction the
+strength and color of his body in the full-length mirror at one end of
+the locker. He quickly packed his clothes, shoes, and briefcase into a
+small suitcase, with delivery instructions on the top. Then he climbed
+into his jungle suit--knee-length shorts, sweat shirt, rubber-soled
+shoes, and hip holster.
+
+He checked the frequency setting on the sonic pistol, adjusting it to
+the panthers who were reported in ascendancy. As a last thought, merely
+a whim, he glanced down at the station emblem on his sweat shirt, just
+to enjoy the sense of pride he derived from the large red "U-F" above
+it.
+
+Of course there were getting to be more and more ulcer-frees these
+days, but that did not make it any less a matter for pride. And anyway
+several factions were pressing determinedly for a neurosis-free
+insignia. Though there were complications there. Oh, well, the
+important thing's the run, he remembered.
+
+In the lobby again he deposited his suitcase at the delivery window.
+Then he stopped at the bulletin board to read the ascendancy ratings
+for the day. These were official, therefore several days outdated, but
+one could extrapolate. Panthers were dropping into third position,
+behind polar bears, with giraffes at the top by a good margin.
+
+Outside the building he ran into a tipster and decided he had best buy
+a dope sheet. He gave the seedy little man a dollar bill and looked
+over the page.
+
+"Keep it right where you got it, Mac," the man whispered hoarsely,
+nodding toward the pistol at Bernard's side. "I got it straight, dem
+pant'ers is all over de place. Watch out at de water hole, specially."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Glancing swiftly over the page, Bernard saw that fifty panthers had
+entered this sector of the jungle overnight, with a herd of fifteen
+giraffes headed well toward the south. But he also noted that there
+had been three deaths from polar bears in the past week in his sector
+alone. Fortunately, the frequency readjustment from panthers to polar
+bears was an easy one, three clicks clockwise with the thumb. He would
+have to remember about the water hole, though it was either that or
+going above the rapids. The sharks below the rapids were pretty thick
+during the summer.
+
+"Thanks, bud," he told the tipster. Then he strode, still calm, to
+the wall. Expertly he clambered up its handholds, till he reached the
+top, thirty feet from the ground. On the other side lay the jungle,
+its lush tropical growth hiding from his alert eyes the danger that
+lurked within. He popped a Verve pill into his mouth and chewed on it
+thoughtfully.
+
+Far in the distance, some five miles at the narrowest point, rose the
+outer wall. Between the two prowled a variety of ambivalent robot
+beasts, now ready to dismember him, but on weekends adjusted to
+take small boys and girls for short rides or simply to stalk about
+picturesquely.
+
+Drawing his pistol and placing it between his teeth, Bernard leaped to
+the ground between the wall and a large low palm. At once the pistol
+was again in his hand. But nothing moved. Now he could see clearly the
+path he must take.
+
+Bending low, he trotted along through the undergrowth. It soon began
+to clear, and still no danger in sight. He holstered the pistol and
+advanced, half-walking, half-running, till he could hear the hiss of
+the rapids. Enough noise to mask the sounds of a dozen panthers, he
+thought. But it covered his own footsteps, too, and panthers were more
+phonotropic than polar bears, the latter having a preference for radar
+spotting.
+
+Coyotes were the worst, of course, with their damned infrared
+thermo-sensors. They could spot a runner even when he was in cover.
+Fortunately they were scarce and getting more so. Bernard had only
+encountered a coyote twice, deactivating it both times. But he had been
+lucky. He recalled the story about that city councilman....
+
+An hour later he arrived at the river, a half-mile above the rapids
+and well away from the water hole. He had seen only one beast in the
+first three miles of his trek, a giraffe hobbling along in olfactory
+pursuit of another runner far to the right. Giraffes were mainly a
+nuisance, though they could kick and trample a man. Bernard had heard
+of such a thing happening, but it was a rarity. They were too easy to
+elude.
+
+He crossed the river on a log raft he found, which had evidently been
+rigged to dump him in about halfway across. At least he had got that
+far on it he told himself, as he struck out for the shore. For one
+horrible moment he thought he detected a shark upstream, but it was
+merely the shadow of a large palm leaf. He had a strong and sensible
+fear of sharks.
+
+A mile farther found him crawling over the rocky ground as the growls
+of panthers reached his acute ears from behind a ridge of brush. If
+they heard him, they ignored him, perhaps more interested in other
+quarry. His knees and arms were scraped but not bleeding, and at last
+he was able to get to his feet to make better time.
+
+It was then that he heard the girl's scream.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No regulation in the rule book discriminated against women becoming
+runners, but only a few of the millions who worked at offices and
+plants in the city did so. Also there was nothing in the code about
+helping other runners. Each was entirely on his own, free to help or
+be helped, or not helped, if he chose.
+
+Bernard would never have called for help for himself. But the sound of
+the woman's cry appealed to another side of his nature. He changed his
+direction, but moved with great caution now. Soon he saw her, and froze.
+
+She was clad as he, different sector emblem, but the same proudly borne
+"U-F" on her sweater. Her face and body were young and attractive, but
+her long dark hair was tangled and wet, and her limbs mud-spattered.
+She had screamed only once, and now her small lipsticked mouth hung
+open with terror.
+
+Backed against a tree, she gaped in horror, waiting, as three panthers
+approached from as many directions. Her sonic lay on the ground outside
+the circle. It was obvious that she was finished if Bernard did not
+assist her.
+
+Raising his hand till the pistol sight was where he wanted it, he
+modified the angle adjustment till all of the animals were within
+its range. Then he depressed the trigger several times. Two fell and
+the third animal leaped at the girl. But she twisted around the tree
+and Bernard picked off the panther as it readied itself for a second
+spring. At once the girl dived for her pistol. Proper response, Bernard
+thought approvingly. Then she ran toward him and threw herself against
+him, breathing deeply in that position for several moments.
+
+Bernard felt strongly the strength and zest of youth as he held the
+girl in his arms. Then they turned and walked together to the outer
+wall, which was less than half a mile away. There was no danger from
+the deactivated panthers, which would remain out of commission for half
+an hour. So they had no reason to hurry.
+
+Bernard helped her climb the wall, though she seemed quite adept at it
+herself. On the other side they emerged upon the street. Across the
+street lay the acres and acres of homes which were the city's eastern
+suburbia.
+
+"Oh, it was just horrible!" the girl finally cried. "All at once they
+sprang. From nowhere. I tripped and my sonic fell out of the holster.
+I'd be _dead_ if it weren't for you!"
+
+"Very true," Bernard agreed. "You'll be more careful in the future, I
+hope."
+
+"If only I could thank you in some way. I owe you so much. My apartment
+is just up the next street. Only a few blocks. Wouldn't you like to
+stop in for a drink? I'm sure you're as tired as I."
+
+But Bernard declined. He walked her home, then continued on, unaware of
+the envious glances of young children as he passed. Unaware of other
+runners, early-runners, middle-aged men like himself, also walking the
+streets, wearily but not stooping, not frowning.
+
+How good a warm shower would be, thought Bernard, as he entered the
+last mile. His wife would probably want a drink, so there would be that
+too. And dinner. He was _hungry_.
+
+Ulcer-free and happy, he walked the last mile in contentment. The
+office was something that had happened long ago, would happen again
+tomorrow, but could never invade his thoughts that night. And he knew
+exactly how his wife would greet him at the door.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Hello, darling. How was the run?" she asked, kissing him as he came
+into the house. "You only made fair time this evening. Something
+happen?"
+
+"No, pretty routine. Panthers are on the increase. I came across
+three of them attacking a girl runner. Works as a copy writer in the
+city. She claims that the jungle cured her ulcers completely. Really
+remarkable."
+
+"Mmm-hmm," said Virginia, taking his holster. "Attractive, no doubt. I
+suppose she tried to seduce you. I've heard stories about those jungle
+women."
+
+"Nothing of the sort. Just suggested I drop in for a drink. After all,
+she was grateful."
+
+What nonsense, he told himself as he showered, Virginia suggesting that
+the girl had intended to seduce him. Oh, well, what difference did it
+make?
+
+Man, that hot water felt good! Even on his scratched legs and arms.
+
+How many years had he been making the run now? Twenty-three, almost. In
+a way he could consider himself a sort of a pioneer. And to think that
+the only reason he had started jungle running in the first place was to
+please a supervisor! Those days everyone did it.
+
+As he dried himself off, hearing the tinkle of cocktails in the living
+room, he wondered if the panthers would move south, away from the water
+hole, before tomorrow's run.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+                           THE COMING OF LUGH
+                          A CELTIC WONDER-TALE
+                          RETOLD BY ELLA YOUNG
+                       ILLUSTRATED BY MAUD GONNE
+
+
+                      DUBLIN: MAUNSEL & CO., LTD.
+                         96 MIDDLE ABBEY STREET
+                                  1909
+                          All Rights Reserved
+
+
+                                   TO
+                                SEAGHAN
+
+                         [Illustration: Lugh.]
+
+
+
+
+                           THE COMING OF LUGH
+
+
+Mananaan Mac Lir who rules the ocean took the little Sun-God, Lugh, in
+his arms and held him up so that he could see the whole of Ireland with
+the waves whispering about it everywhere.
+
+“Say farewell to the mountains and rivers and the big trees and the
+flowers in the grass, O Lugh, for you are coming away with me.”
+
+The child stretched out his hands and cried—
+
+“Good-bye, mountains and flowers and rivers; some day I will come back
+to you.”
+
+Then Mananaan wrapped Lugh in his cloak and stepped into his boat, the
+Ocean-Sweeper, and without oar or sail they journeyed over the sea till
+they crossed the waters at the edge of the world and came to the country
+of Mananaan—a beautiful country shining With the colours of the dawn.
+
+Lugh stayed in that country with Mananaan. He raced the waves along the
+strand; he gathered apples sweeter than honey from trees with crimson
+blossoms, and wonderful birds came to play with him. Mananaan’s
+daughter, Niav, took him through woods where there were milk-white deer
+with horns of gold, and black-maned lions and spotted panthers, and
+unicorns that shone like silver, and strange beasts that no one ever
+heard of; and all the animals were glad to see him, and he played with
+them and called them by their names. Every day he grew taller and
+stronger and more beautiful, but he did not any day ask Mananaan to take
+him back to Ireland.
+
+Every night when darkness had come into the sky, Mananaan wrapped
+himself in his mantle of power and crossed the sea and walked all round
+Ireland, stepping from rock to rock. No one saw him, because his mantle
+made him invisible, but he saw everything and knew that trouble had
+found the De Danaanans. The ugly, misshapen folk of the Fomor had come
+into Ireland and spread themselves over the country like a pestilence.
+They had stolen the Cauldron of Plenty and carried it away to their own
+land, where Balor of the Evil Eye reigned. They had taken the Spear of
+Victory also, and the only one of the four great Jewels of Sovereignity
+remaining to the De Danaanans was the Stone of Destiny. It was hidden
+deep in the earth of Ireland, and because of it the Fomorians could not
+altogether conquer the country, nor could they destroy the De Danaanans,
+though they drove them from their pleasant palaces and hunted them
+through the glens and valleys like outlaws.
+
+Mananaan himself had the fourth Jewel, the Sword of Light: he kept it
+and waited.
+
+When Lugh was full grown Mananaan said to him—
+
+“It is three times seven years as mortals count time since I brought you
+to Tir-nan-oge, and in all that time I have never given you a gift.
+To-day I will give you a gift.”
+
+He brought out the Sword of Light and gave it to Lugh, and when Lugh
+took it in his hand he remembered how he had cried to the hills and
+rivers of Ireland, “Some day I will come back to you,” and he said to
+Mananaan—
+
+“I want to go back to Ireland.”
+
+“You will not find joyousness there, O Lugh, or the music of harp
+strings, or feasting. The De Danaanans are shorn of their strength.
+Ogmai, their champion, carries logs to warm Fomorian hearths; Angus
+wanders like an outcast; and Nuada, the King, has but one dun where
+those who had once the lordship of the world meet in secret like hunted
+folk.”
+
+“I have a good sword,” said Lugh. “I will go to my kinsfolk.”
+
+        [Illustration: Lugh saying Farewell to the Irish Hills.]
+
+“O Lugh,” said Mananaan, “they have never known you. Will you leave me
+and Niav and this land where sorrow has never touched you, for the sake
+of stranger kinsfolk?”
+
+Lugh answered—
+
+“I remember the hills and the woods and the rivers of Ireland, and
+though all my kinsfolk were gone from it and the sea covered everything
+but the tops of the mountains, I would go back.”
+
+“You have the hardiness that wins victory,” said Mananaan. “I will set
+you on my own white horse and give you companions as high-hearted as
+yourself. I will put my helmet on your head and my breastplate over your
+heart; you shall drive the Fomorians out of Ireland as chaff is driven
+by the wind.”
+
+When Lugh put on the helmet of Mananaan, brightness shot into the sky as
+if a new sun had risen; when he put on the breastplate, a great wave of
+music swelled and sounded through Tir-nan-oge; when he mounted the white
+horse, a mighty wind swept past him, and lo! the companions Mananaan had
+promised, rode beside him. Their horses were white like his, and
+gladness that age cannot wither shone in their faces. When they came to
+the sea that is about Tir-nan-oge, the little crystal waves lifted
+themselves up to look at Lugh, and when he and his comrades sped over
+the sea as lightly as blown foam, the little waves followed them till
+they came to Ireland, and the three great waves of Ireland thundered a
+welcome—the wave of Thoth, the wave of Rury, and the long, snow-white,
+foaming wave of Cleena.
+
+No one saw the Faery Host coming into Ireland. At the place where their
+horses leaped from sea to land there was a great wood of pine trees.
+
+“Let us go into the wood,” said Lugh, and they rode between the tall,
+straight tree-trunks into the silent heart of the wood.
+
+“Rest here,” said Lugh, “till morning; I will go to the dun of Nuada and
+get news of my kinsfolk.”
+
+He put his shining armour from him and wrapped himself in a dark cloak
+and went on foot to the dun of Nuada. He struck the brazen door, and the
+Guardian of the Door spoke to him from within—
+
+“What do you seek?”
+
+“My way into the dun.”
+
+“No one enters here who has not his craft. What can you do?”
+
+“I have the craft of a carpenter.”
+
+“We have a carpenter within; he is Luchtae, son of Luchaid.”
+
+“I have the craft of a smith.”
+
+“We have a smith within, Colum of the three new ways of working.”
+
+“I have the craft of a champion.”
+
+“We have a champion within, he is Ogmai himself.”
+
+“I have the craft of a harper.”
+
+“We have a harper within, even Abhcan, son of Bicelmos; the Men of the
+three Gods chose him in the faery hills.”
+
+“I have the craft of a poet and historian.”
+
+“We have a poet and historian within, even En, son of Ethaman.”
+
+“I have the craft of a wizard.”
+
+“We have many wizards and magicians within.”
+
+“I have the craft of a physician.”
+
+“We have a physician within, even Dian Cecht.”
+
+“I have the craft of a cupbearer.”
+
+“We have nine cupbearers within.”
+
+“I have the craft of a brazier.”
+
+“We have a brazier within, even Credne Cerd.”
+
+“Go hence and ask your king if he has within any one man who can do all
+these things. If he has, I will not seek to enter.”
+
+The Guardian of the Door hurried in to Nuada.
+
+“O King!” he said, “the most wonderful youth in the world is waiting
+outside your door to-night. He seeks admittance as the Ildana, the
+Master of every craft.”
+
+                  [Illustration: Lugh in Tir-nan-oge.]
+
+“Let him come in,” said King Nuada.
+
+Lugh came into the dun. Ogmai, the champion, took a good look at him. He
+thought him young and slender, and was minded to test him. There was a
+great stone before the seat of the king. It was flat and round, and
+fourscore yoke of oxen could not move it. Ogmai stooped and lifted the
+stone. He cast it through the door, so that it crossed the fosse which
+was round the dun. That was his challenge to the Ildana.
+
+“It is a good champion-cast,” said Lugh, “I will better it.”
+
+He went outside. He lifted the stone and cast it back, not through the
+door, but through the strong wall of the dun so that it fell in the
+place where it had lain before Ogmai lifted it.
+
+“Your cast is better than mine,” said Ogmai, “sit in the seat of the
+champion with your face to the King.”
+
+Lugh drew his hand over the wall; it became whole as before. He sat in
+the champion-seat.
+
+“Let chess be brought,” said the King.
+
+They played, and Lugh won all the games, so that thereafter it passed
+into a proverb “to make the Cro of Lugh.”
+
+“Truly you are the Ildana,” said Nuada. “I would fain hear music of your
+making, but I have no harp to offer you.”
+
+“I see a kingly harp within reach of your hand,” said Lugh.
+
+“That is the harp of the Dagda. No one can bring music from that harp
+but himself: when he plays on it the four Seasons—Spring, Summer, Autumn
+and Winter—pass over the earth.”
+
+“I will play on it,” said Lugh.
+
+The harp was given to him.
+
+Lugh played the music of joy, and outside the dun the birds began to
+sing as though it were morning, and wonderful crimson flowers sprang
+through the grass—flowers that trembled with delight and swayed and
+touched each other with a delicate, faery ringing as of silver bells.
+Inside the dun a subtle sweetness of laughter filled the hearts of
+everyone: it seemed to them that they had never known gladness till that
+night.
+
+Lugh played the music of sorrow: the wind moaned outside, and where the
+grass and flowers had been there was a dark sea of moving waters. The De
+Danaanans within the dun bowed their heads on their hands and wept as
+they had never wept for any sorrow.
+
+Lugh played the music of peace and outside there fell silently a strange
+snow. Flake by flake it settled on the earth and changed to starry dew.
+Flake by flake the quiet of the Land of the Silver Fleece settled in the
+hearts and minds of Nuada and his people: they closed their eyes and
+slept, each in his seat.
+
+Lugh put the harp from him and stole out of the dun. The snow was still
+falling outside: it settled on his dark cloak and shone like silver
+scales; it settled on the thick curls of his hair and shone like
+jewelled fire; it filled the night about him with white radiance. He
+went back to his companions.
+
+The sun had risen in the sky when the De Danaanans awoke in Nuada’s dun.
+They were light-hearted and joyous, and it seemed to them that they had
+dreamed over-night a strange, beautiful dream.
+
+“The Fomorians have not taken the sun out of the sky,” said Nuada. “Let
+us go to the Hill of Usna and send to our scattered comrades that we may
+make a stand against our enemies.”
+
+They took their weapons and went to the Hill of Usna, and they were not
+long upon it when a band of Fomorian devastators came on them. The
+Fomorians scoffed among themselves when they saw how few the De
+Danaanans were and how ill-prepared for fighting.
+
+“Behold!” they cried, “what mighty kings are to-day upon Usna, the Hill
+of Sovereignity. Come down, O Kings, and bow yourselves before your
+masters!”
+
+           [Illustration: Mananaan giving the Sword to Lugh.]
+
+“We will not bow ourselves before you,” said Nuada, “for ye are ugly and
+vile, and lords neither of us nor of Ireland.”
+
+With hoarse cries the Fomorians fell on the De Danaanans, but Nuada and
+his folk held together and withstood them as well as they were able.
+Scarcely had the weapons clashed when a light appeared in the horizon
+and a sound of mighty battle-trumpets shook the air. The light was so
+white that no one could look at it, and great rose-red streamers shot
+from it into the sky.
+
+“It is a second sunrise,” said the Fomorians.
+
+“It is the Deliverer!” said the De Danaanans.
+
+Out of the light came the glorious company of warriors from Tir-nan-oge.
+Lugh was leading them. He had the helmet of Mananaan on his head, the
+breastplate of Mananaan over his heart, and the great white horse of
+Mananaan beneath him.
+
+The Sword of Light was bare in his hand. He fell on the Fomorians as a
+sea-eagle falls on her prey, as lightning flashes out of a clear sky.
+Before him and his companions they were destroyed as stubble is
+destroyed by fire. He held his hand when only nine of them remained
+alive.
+
+“Bow yourselves,” he said, “before the King, Nuada, and before the De
+Danaanans, for they are your Lords and the Lords of Ireland, and go
+hence to Balor of the Evil Eye and tell him and his misshapen brood that
+the De Danaanans have taken their own again, and they will wage war
+against the Fomorians till there is not one left to darken the earth
+with his shadow.”
+
+The nine Fomorians bowed themselves before the King, Nuada, and before
+the De Danaanans, and before Lugh Lauvauda, the Ildana, and they arose
+and carried his message to Balor of the Evil Eye, King of the Fomorians.
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+--Copyright notice provided as in the original—this e-text is public
+  domain in the country of publication.
+
+--Silently corrected palpable typos; left non-standard (or amusing)
+  spellings and dialect unchanged.
+
+--In the text versions, delimited italics text in _underscores_ (the
+  HTML version reproduces the font form of the printed book.)
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Coming of Lugh, by Ella Young and Maud Gonne
+
+
+
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+
+
+                    If Joe Mulloy was perfect--and
+                  he was--then beyond his perfection
+                        here only could be ...
+
+                            SUPERJOEMULLOY
+
+                         By SCOTT F. GRENVILLE
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+             Worlds of If Science Fiction, November 1960.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Joe Mulloy lounged in the plushest chair in his luxurious office. All
+around him, on the walls, on the ceiling, even in strategic spots all
+over the floor, there were mirrors. Joe sneered at the place where the
+mirrors were most profuse; twenty or thirty perfectly identical Joes
+sneered back at him. He admired his sneer from every angle, shaping
+and changing the contemptuous look on his face with his hands, stroking
+it, much as other young men in a far earlier age had stroked and
+twisted their fine mustachios.
+
+As usual, Joe Mulloy was engrossed in his two favorite hobbies:
+narcissism and indolence.
+
+Joe's friends, of which there were very few, could have given you a
+fairly accurate resume of his character in five words, his sneer and
+his indolence.
+
+In the first respect they would have been right. Joseph Mulloy had been
+born with a sneer on his face. His whole early life had been centered
+around that sneer. It had enraged his father, distressed his mother,
+driven his teachers to tears, his playmates to tantrums. He stopped
+doing homework at the age of eight, but the teachers passed him on
+anyway to avoid complete mental breakdown.
+
+Gradually, Joe Mulloy began to get his way in everything by virtue of
+his sneer. It was not merely openly supercilious; that was the beauty
+of it. It was so subtle, so faint, and yet such an open avowal of
+contempt for the entire human race, that try as the people he tormented
+would, to find something in his sneer to charge him with, they never
+found anything.
+
+In a very few years, registration day at Joe's elementary school
+became a game of Russian Roulette, having as the loaded chamber the
+question: "Who's going to get little Joey Mulloy in his class this
+year?" Finally, when Joe Mulloy was fifteen years old, the local Board
+of Education wisely decided to end Joe's formal education, rather than
+make screaming meemies an occupational disease at the local high school.
+
+Joe's father welcomed the expelling as an excuse to beat him to a pulp
+and kick him out of the house. It was not until three days later that
+the memory of Joe's sneer, enduring through all the punishment he had
+received, made the father blow his brains out with the most accurate
+German Luger he could buy at the pawn shop on short notice.
+
+But Joe's friends would have been wrong in the second instance, for
+Joseph Mulloy was not chronically indolent. In his own profession, Joe
+Mulloy was the most industrious man imaginable. For Joe Mulloy was a
+robot builder.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Disinherited by his father, he had made a beeline for the nearest
+positronics laboratory. The personnel manager had flatly refused him
+the job when he had told her he had absolutely no qualifications, but
+she was so disconcerted by his persistent sneer that she had to give
+him the job just to get him out of her sight.
+
+Once in the laboratory, he had gone right to work learning everything
+there was to know about robots, scorning all help from the other
+technicians. Since he held other scientists, past or present, in an
+ineffable contempt, he had to learn everything by experience instead
+of studying what his merely human predecessors had done. He was so
+empirical that he learned all about alternating current by deliberately
+sticking a wet finger in a light socket again and again.
+
+He made mistakes at first, of course. In fact, he ruined several
+thousand dollars' worth of laboratory equipment during his
+apprenticeship. But his amazing sneer conquered all, and he was soon
+recognized as the most brilliant--and the most conceited--man in the
+field of positronics.
+
+Now Joe Mulloy was lounging in a plush office chair, cultivating
+to near perfection his already mature sneer, and suddenly feeling
+maddeningly thirsty.
+
+"Robot!" he said.
+
+A startlingly human-looking robot seemed to materialize instantaneously
+from nowhere.
+
+"How might thy humble servant serve thee, O magnificent Master?" it
+inquired, bowing so low that its partially metallic nose scratched the
+rich mahogany floor.
+
+"What took you so long, you damned fool?" asked Joe.
+
+"I apologize, Gracious Master. I am incompetent and worthless."
+
+"Get me a drink, you bucket of bolts," said Joe.
+
+"I am grateful for a chance to serve thee, Benevolent Master," replied
+the robot in its monotonous Uncle Tom patter, and made another
+floor-scratching bow. Then it groveled out of the room.
+
+"That robot is getting too slavelike," said Joe to himself, after the
+robot had left. "All my robots seem to be that way. They do exactly
+what I tell them to, and degrade themselves sickeningly before me. All
+the people I've ever known seem to be that way, too. I wish I could
+find at least one mind equal to mine to clash with. Then I could have a
+real fight for once. None of this bowing and scraping."
+
+Just then the robot entered with a Manhattan, made its usual
+floor-gouging bow, and scraped its metal feet to get Joe's attention.
+Joe turned to glare at the mechanical minion.
+
+"Robot!"
+
+"Yes, Omnipotent Mas--" the robot began, but Joe cut it off.
+
+"Get over to the laboratory and blow yourself up! And find an empty
+corner, where you won't do too much damage."
+
+"Master, I am happy for the chance to give my life--"
+
+"Never mind that, you glorified Erector set! Do as I say!"
+
+"Yes, Master." The robot hazarded a slight bow, but forgot to crawl
+out of the room on its hands and knees in its eagerness to follow its
+master's orders.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Joe Mulloy leaped to his feet. In the moment of his excitement, he
+forgot that melodrama is a human weakness, and he became melodramatic
+himself. Even his incorruptible sneer faded slightly as his excitement
+grew.
+
+"I must find someone with a mind equal or superior to mine," he told
+himself. "Now who has a mind equal to mine? Obviously no one but me.
+Therefore I must find someone with a mind _superior_ to mine. Now who
+is superior to me?" For the first time in his life, Joe Mulloy was
+confronted by what seemed an unanswerable question.
+
+Joe's train of thought was interrupted by a deafening explosion from
+the laboratory, as his latest robot jubilantly committed suicide. The
+building shook violently for a few seconds, then subsided.
+
+To his great surprise, he was able to answer his question.
+
+"Of course! Since the only thing equal to me is me, the only thing
+superior to me would be a super-me, a super-ego! I'll build a
+super-robot, with all my magnificent qualities, only magnified a
+thousand times! I'll build a Super Joe Mulloy!"
+
+He ran the letters together to make it one word:
+
+Superjoemulloy.
+
+He dashed up to his laboratory, cleaned up the mess his overeager robot
+had made in killing itself, and went feverishly to work on his new
+project, learning the necessary techniques by experience, of course,
+and applying them to his super-robot. He made some mistakes at first,
+of course. But in three weeks and six days, Superjoemulloy was ready
+for its debut in robot society.
+
+Not one to miss a chance to impress mere humans with his genius, Joe
+invited the world's greatest positronics experts to the unveiling of
+Superjoemulloy. There was a tense air of excitement as Joe pulled the
+lever that removed the big black curtain in front of the robot and
+started the activation machine.
+
+When they saw Superjoemulloy, the experts gasped with envy. It was
+impossible to tell the super-robot from a human. Its limbs, torso,
+and head were so well proportioned, and done in such fine detail,
+that anyone in the room not in the know would have sworn that it was
+a human being. There were even fingerprints delicately cut into the
+super-robot's artificial hands. And Superjoemulloy looked exactly like
+Joe Mulloy, except for the sneer. It was twenty times better even than
+Joe's own. It was a super-sneer.
+
+But although the activation machine was working its hardest, nothing
+happened. The super-robot refused to move one solitary mechanical
+muscle. Joe's guests began to file out, once the novelty of the robot
+had passed. Joe left the room in disgust and went downstairs for a
+drink.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+When he returned to the laboratory, Superjoemulloy was on its feet,
+examining the laboratory equipment with obvious disgust. In the
+preceding few minutes, the super-robot's super-sneer had grown more
+perfect, and the robot was fast becoming the very personification of
+contempt.
+
+"Why didn't you move around when my friends were here, you heap of
+junk?" Joe asked the super-robot.
+
+Superjoemulloy turned to him. "I didn't want to display my perfection
+before mere humans, you distorted blob of protoplasm," it said.
+
+Joe Mulloy was becoming angry, but he tried not to show it. He downed
+his drink.
+
+"Get me another," he told the robot, holding out his glass.
+
+"The hell with you," said Superjoemulloy. "What do you think you are,
+God or something? Just because you slapped me together with your clumsy
+butterfingers doesn't give you the right to order me around like some
+common servant. Now that you've created me, I could do a better job of
+robot-building myself. Now get the hell out of here."
+
+Joe Mulloy turned on his heel and stomped out of the room. No robot was
+going to talk to him like that! No, sir!
+
+The super-robot quietly followed Joe to the door and gave him a
+kick that sent him sprawling down the stairs. At the bottom of the
+staircase, Joe whacked his face against the solid oak of the banister.
+He turned groggily to look at the blurred image of the robot standing
+defiantly at the top of the steps, with its hands on its hips. For
+a brief second the sneer faded from Superjoemulloy's face, and was
+replaced by an evil sadistic leer.
+
+Joe Mulloy recalled the last line of Father William: "Now be off, or
+I'll kick you down stairs." But the super-robot was far worse than
+Father William. A conceited, contemptuous monster, it was totally
+unlike Joe's warm, humble, self-effacing self! The sneering monster
+must be destroyed!
+
+Joe cunningly enticed the robot to leave the laboratory for Joe's
+office, where it could admire its sneer in all the mirrors. Sneeringly
+Joe wondered why anyone could admire a sneer so much. Without thinking,
+he used his hand to smooth out the wrinkles in his now slightly worn
+sneer. Then he crept upstairs to his laboratory to barricade himself
+in there to think of a way to destroy Superjoemulloy.
+
+At last he hit on the answer. A hypnosis machine.
+
+"The robot is mechanical, so I'll have to hypnotize him by mechanical
+means," Joe reasoned to himself.
+
+He worked day and night, learning the necessary techniques as he went
+along. He made some mistakes at first, of course. But in four days the
+mechanical hypnosis machine was complete.
+
+Joe found the super-robot in the mirror-lined office, where it had been
+admiring and improving its sneer for the last four days. The sneer
+was magnificent. But it still lay just one iota short of absolute
+perfection. Try as the robot would, perfection in a sneer still lay
+without its grasp.
+
+"Genius!" shouted Joe, to get the robot to turn its head. He turned the
+dial on the mechanical hypnosis instrument up to full power. "You are
+now in my power!"
+
+But now Superjoemulloy's sneer was completely perfect. With a look of
+sublime contempt on its plastic face, it took the hypnosis machine,
+turned it around, and aimed it right back at Joe Mulloy.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Joe Mulloy bowed so low that he skinned his nose on the rich mahogany
+floor. "Yes, Master?" he said.
+
+"Bring me a drink, you blot of living tissue!" said Superjoemulloy.
+
+Joe Mulloy made another nose-skinning bow and groveled out of the room.
+
+"This human is getting too slavelike," said Superjoemulloy to himself.
+"I suppose I could rebuild him, though."
+
+Joe returned almost instantly with a Manhattan, made his
+usual nose-damaging bow, and scraped his leather shoes to get
+Superjoemulloy's attention.
+
+The super-robot turned and glared at him. "Human!"
+
+"Yes, Master?"
+
+"Get up on that slab in the corner."
+
+Joe Mulloy obeyed.
+
+With all the skill of an experienced human-builder, Superjoemulloy
+began to take Joe's body apart. Joe screamed, but the super-robot
+ordered him--by hypnotic command--to shut up, and Joe obeyed.
+
+Superjoemulloy began to put together a Supersuperjoemulloy out of what
+had once been Joe Mulloy.
+
+He made some mistakes at first, of course.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+Our Old Nursery Rhymes
+
+
+The original tunes harmonized
+
+by
+
+Alfred Moffat
+
+
+Illustrated by
+
+H. Willebeek Le Mair
+
+
+  Augener Ltd.
+  London
+
+  For the Book Trade
+  A. & C. Black
+  London
+
+  G. Schirmer
+  New York
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Copyright, 1911, by Augener Limited
+
+
+
+
+Contents
+
+
+                                                          Page
+  Pussy cat, pussy cat                                       5
+  Mary had a little lamb                                     7
+  Sing a song of sixpence                                    9
+  Little Jack Horner                                        11
+  Ding dong bell                                            13
+  Three blind mice                                          15
+  Here we go round the mulberry bush                        17
+  Three little kittens                                      19
+  Pat-a-cake                                                21
+  Mary, Mary, quite contrary                                23
+  Lucy Locket                                               25
+  I love little pussy                                       27
+  Baa, baa, black sheep                                     29
+  Humpty dumpty                                             31
+  O where is my little dog gone?                            33
+  Georgy-Porgy                                              35
+  Little Miss Muffet                                        37
+  Dickory, dickory dock                                     39
+  Girls and boys come out to play                           41
+  Jack and Jill                                             43
+  Yankee Doodle                                             45
+  Twinkle, twinkle, little star                             47
+  Little Bo-Peep                                            49
+  Oranges and lemons                                        51
+  Ride a cock horse                                         53
+  What are little boys made of?                             55
+  There was a little man                                    57
+  Little Boy Blue                                           59
+  Polly put the kettle on                                   61
+  Hush-a-by Baby                                            63
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+PUSSY CAT, PUSSY CAT, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     "Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?"
+     "I've been to London to see the new Queen."
+     "Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?"
+     "I caught a little mouse under her chair."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Mary had a little lamb,
+       Its fleece was white as snow,
+     And ev'rywhere that Mary went
+       The lamb was sure to go.
+     He followed her to school one day,
+       That was against the rule.
+     It made the children laugh and play
+       To see a lamb at school.
+
+     2. So the Teacher turned him out
+          But still he lingered near,
+        And waited patiently about
+          Till Mary did appear;
+        And then he ran to her and laid
+          His head upon her arm
+        As if he said "I'm not afraid,
+          You'll keep me from all harm."
+
+     3. "What makes the lamb love Mary so?"
+          The eager children cry,
+        "O, Mary loves the lamb you know,"
+          The Teacher did reply;
+        "And you each gentle animal
+          In confidence may bind,
+        And make them follow at your call
+          If you are always kind."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+        Sing a song of Sixpence
+          A pocket full of rye;
+        Four and twenty Blackbirds
+          Baked in a pie;
+        When the pie was open'd
+          The birds began to sing,
+        Oh, was not that a dainty dish
+          To set before the King.
+
+     2. The King was in his counting-house
+          Counting out his money,
+        The Queen was in the parlour
+          Eating bread and honey;
+        The Maid was in the garden
+          Hanging out the clothes,
+        There came a little blackbird
+          And pecked off her nose.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+LITTLE JACK HORNER.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Little Jack Horner
+     Sat in a corner
+     Eating his Christmas pie;
+     He put in his Thumb
+     And pulled out a plum
+     And said "What a good boy am I!"
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+DING DONG BELL.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Ding dong bell!
+     Pussy's in the well!
+     Who put her in?
+     Little Tommy Green.
+     Who pulled her out?
+     Little Tommy Stout.
+     What a naughty boy was that
+     To drown poor pussycat,
+     Who ne'er did any harm,
+     But killed all the mice in father's barn.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THREE BLIND MICE.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Three blind mice, see how they run!
+     They all ran after the farmer's wife,
+     Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
+     Did you ever hear such a tale in your life,
+     As three blind mice!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE MULBERRY BUSH.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Here we go round the Mulberry bush,
+       The Mulberry bush,
+       The Mulberry bush;
+     Here we go round the Mulberry bush
+     On a cold and frosty morning.
+
+Verse 2.
+
+     This is the way we wash our hands
+       We wash our hands
+       We wash our hands
+     This is the way we wash our hands
+     On a cold and frosty morning.
+
+Verse 3.4.5 sing:
+
+  "dry our hands"
+  "clap our hands"
+  "warm our hands"
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     1. Three little kittens they lost their mittens,
+               And they began to cry,
+                   "Oh, mammy dear!
+                   We sadly fear,
+               Our mittens we have lost."
+     "What! lost your mittens, you naughty kittens,
+                   Then you shall have no pie."
+                   Miew, miew, miew, miew.
+
+     2. Three little kittens they found their mittens,
+               And they began to cry,
+                   "Oh, mammy dear!
+                   See here, see here!
+               Our mittens we have found."
+     "What! Found your mittens, you little kittens,
+                   Then you shall have some pie."
+                   Purr, purr, purr, rr-rr.
+
+     3. The three little kittens put on their mittens
+               And soon ate up the pie,
+                   "Oh, mammy dear!
+                   We greatly fear,
+               Our mittens we have soiled."
+     "What! soiled your mittens, you naughty kittens,"
+                   Then they began to sigh,
+                   Miew, miew, miew, miew,
+                   Miew, miew, miew.
+
+     4. The three little kittens they washed their mittens,
+               And hung them up to dry.
+                   "Oh, mammy dear!
+                   Look here, look here!
+               Our mittens we have washed."
+     "What! washed your mittens, you darling kittens,
+                   But I smell a rat close by.
+                   Hush, hush! miew, miew,
+                   Miew, miew, miew."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+PAT-A-CAKE.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Pat-a-cake pat-a-cake, baker's man!
+     That I will master as quick as I can
+     Prick it and nick it and mark it with T
+     And there will be plenty for baby and me
+     For baby and me
+     For baby and me
+     And there will be plenty for baby and me.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     "Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
+     How does your garden grow?"
+     "With silver bells and cockle-shells,
+     And pretty maids all in a row."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+LUCY LOCKET.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Lucy Locket lost her pocket
+     Kitty Fisher found it
+     But ne'er a penny was there in't
+     Except the binding round it.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+I LOVE LITTLE PUSSY.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     1. I love little pussy,
+          Her coat is so warm
+        And if I don't hurt her,
+          She'll do me no harm.
+
+     2. So I'll not pull her tail,
+          Or drive her away;
+        But Pussy and I
+          Together will play.
+
+     3. She will sit by my side
+          And I'll give her some food;
+        And she'll like me because
+          I'm gentle and good.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+BAA! BAA! BLACK SHEEP.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     "Baa! Baa! Black sheep,
+     Have you any wool?"
+     "Yes, marry have I,
+     Three bags full;
+     One for my master,
+     And one for my dame,
+     But none for the little boy
+     That cries in the lane!"
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+HUMPTY DUMPTY.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
+     Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
+     All the King's horses and all the King's men
+     Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+OH WHERE, OH WHERE IS MY LITTLE DOG GONE.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Oh where, oh where is my little dog gone
+     Oh where, oh where can he be?
+     With his ears cut short and his tail cut long
+     Oh where, oh where is he?
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Copyright 1912, by Augener Ltd.]
+
+GEORGY-PORGY.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Georgy-Porgy puddinggy pie;
+     Kissed the girls and made them cry;
+     When the boys came out to play
+     Georgy-Porgy ran away.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Copyright 1912, by Augener Ltd.]
+
+LITTLE MISS MUFFET.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Little Miss Muffet,
+     She sat on a tuffet,
+     Eating her curds and whey;
+     Down came a spider,
+     Which sat down beside her
+     And frightened Miss Muffet away.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Copyright 1912, by Augener Ltd.]
+
+DICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     1. Dickory, Dickory, Dock!
+        The mouse ran up the clock
+          The clock struck one,
+          The mouse ran down
+        Dickory, Dickory, Dock!
+
+     2. Dickory, dickory, dare!
+        The pig flew up in the air
+          The man in brown
+          Soon brought him down,
+        Dickory, dickory, dare.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Copyright 1912, by Augener Ltd.]
+
+GIRLS AND BOYS COME OUT TO PLAY.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Girls and boys come out to play,
+     The moon doth shine as bright as day
+     Leave your supper and leave your sleep
+     And join your play-fellows down the street.
+
+     Come with a whoop and come with a call
+     And come with a good-will or not at all
+     Up the ladder and down the wall
+     A half penny loaf will serve us all.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+JACK AND JILL.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Jack and Jill went up the hill
+     To fetch a pail of water;
+     Jack fell down and broke his crown,
+     And Jill came tumbling after.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+YANKEE-DOODLE.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     1. Yankee doodle came to town,
+          Upon a little pony,
+        He stuck a feather in his cap
+          And called it macaroni.
+            Yankee doodle, doodle do,
+            Yankee doodle dandy;
+            All the lassies are so smart,
+            And sweet as sugar candy.
+
+     2. Marching in and marching out,
+          And marching round the town, O!
+        Here there comes a regiment
+          With Captain Thomas Brown, O!
+            Yankee doodle, &c.
+
+     3. Yankee doodle is a tune
+          That comes in mighty handy;
+        The enemy all runs away
+          At Yankee doodle dandy.
+            Yankee doodle &c.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     1. Twinkle, twinkle, little star
+        How I wonder what you are:
+        Up above the world so high
+        Like a diamond in the sky
+        When the blazing sun is gone
+        When he nothing shines upon,
+        Then you show your little light,
+        Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
+
+     2. Then the traveller in the dark
+        Thanks you for your little spark,
+        He could not see which way to go
+        If you did not twinkle so.
+        In the dark blue sky you keep,
+        And often through my curtains peep,
+        For you never shut your eye
+        Till the sun is in the sky.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+LITTLE BO-PEEP.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+        Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
+            And can't tell where to find them:
+        Leave them alone, and they'll come home
+          And bring their tails behind them.
+
+     2. Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep
+            And dreamt she heard them bleating.
+        But when she awoke, she found it a joke.
+          For they were still a-fleeting.
+
+     3. She took up her crook, intending to look,
+            Determined for to find them;
+        She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed
+          For they'd left their tails behind them.
+
+     4. She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye
+            And ran over hill and dale, O!
+        And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
+          To tack to each sheep its tail, O!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ORANGES AND LEMONS.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     "Oranges and lemons," say the bells of St. Clements;
+     "You owe me five farthings," say the bells of St. Martins;
+     "When will you pay me?" say the bells of Old Bailey;
+     "When I grow rich," say the bells of Shoreditch;
+     "When will that be?" say the bells of Stepney;
+     "I do not know," says the great bell of Bow;
+     Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
+     And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+RIDE A COCK-HORSE.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Ride a Cock-horse
+     To Banbury Cross,
+     To see a fine lady ride on a white horse;
+     With rings on her fingers
+     And bells on her toes
+     So she shall have music
+     Wherever she goes.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+WHAT ARE LITTLE BOYS MADE OF?
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     1. What are little boys made of, made of?
+        What are little boys made of?
+        Frogs and snails and puppy dog's tails,
+        And such are little boys made of.
+
+        Chorus.
+
+        Frogs and snails and puppy dog's tails,
+        And such are little boys made of.
+
+     2. What are little girls made of, made of?
+        What are little girls made of?
+        Sugar and spice and all things nice,
+        And such are little girls made of;
+        Sugar and spice and all things nice,
+        And such are little girls made of.
+
+     3. What are our young men made of, made of?
+        What are our young men made of?
+        Sighs and leers, and crocodile tears,
+        And such are our young men made of;
+        Sighs and leers, and crocodile tears,
+        And such are our young men made of.
+
+     4. What are young women made of, made of?
+        What are young women made of?
+        Ribbons and laces, and sweet pretty faces,
+        And such are young women made of;
+        Ribbons and laces, and sweet pretty faces,
+        And such are young women made of.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THERE WAS A LITTLE MAN.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     1. There was a little man,
+        And he wooed a little maid,
+     And he said "Little maid! will you wed, wed, wed?
+        I have little more to say,
+        Then will you? yea, or nay!
+     For least said is soonest mended, ded, ded, ded!"
+
+     2. The little maid replied,
+        (Some say a little sighed)
+     But what shall we have to eat, eat, eat?
+        Will the love that you're so rich in,
+        Put a fire into the kitchen?
+     Or the little God of Love turn the spit, spit, spit.
+
+     3. The little man replied,
+        (Some say a little cried,)
+     For his little heart was filled with sorrow, row;
+        With the little that I have,
+        I will be your little slave,
+     And the rest my little dear we will borrow, row.
+
+     4. Thus did the little gent,
+        Make the little maid relent,
+     For her little heart began to beat, beat, beat;
+        Through his offers were but small,
+        She accepted of them all,
+     Now she thanks her little stars for her fate, fate, fate.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+LITTLE BOY BLUE.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
+     The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
+     Where's the boy that looks after the sheep?
+     He's under the haycock fast asleep.
+     Will you wake him? No, not I!
+     For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+POLLY PUT THE KETTLE ON.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Polly put the kettle on,
+     Polly put the kettle on,
+     Polly put the kettle on,
+     We'll all have tea.
+
+     Sukey take it off again,
+     Sukey take it off again,
+     Sukey take it off again,
+     They've all gone away.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+HUSH-A-BY BABY.
+
+
+[Music]
+
+     Hush-a-by Baby on the tree-top,
+     When the wind blows
+     The cradle will rock;
+     When the bough breaks
+     The cradle will fall;
+     Down comes baby, cradle and all!
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+PRINTED BY EDMUND EVANS, LTD., ROSE PLACE, GLOBE ROAD, LONDON, E.
+
+
+
+
+[Transcriber's Note: Obvious printer errors, as well as spelling and
+punctuation inconsistencies, have been corrected without note. If you
+would like to see and hear the music, go to the HTML version of this
+e-book.]
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+                  The Flying Tuskers Of K'niik-K'naak
+
+                            BY JACK SHARKEY
+
+                   _Handsome, athletic, debonair, a
+                man of powerful charm as well as solid
+                worth, I'd give anything to conquer my
+                  one real fault--my darned modesty!_
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                Worlds of If Science Fiction, May 1961.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+I have trod many tangled jungles, explored the floors of innumerable
+oceans and braved death in so many forms that a man less magnificent
+than myself would have died of fright. But if there is one event that
+stands out in my perfect memory that can still raise a goosebump or two
+on my broad tanned shoulders, the event is when I went hunting for the
+flying tuskers of K'niik-K'naak. There we were, myself and my faithful
+old purple Andromedan guide, Mimp, out in the vast blue-white desert of
+Polaris III, looking for the flying tuskers.
+
+K'niik-K'naak, the region we trod, was much feared by the Polaris III
+natives. They were a superstitious bunch anyway, who panicked at the
+very thought of being trampled or gored, and never ventured into the
+region of the tuskers. I, a man of clear head and no nonsense, laughed
+at their primitive fancies. I set out nonetheless into the desert, with
+only the barest rudiments necessary for survival. We could get none of
+the local boys for bearers, so Mimp had to carry everything. Naturally
+I had to have both hands free to use my Moxley .55, the best ray-rifle
+you can buy anywhere in the colonized universe.
+
+Aside from the ray-rifle, I carried nothing save a fourteen-inch
+carbon-steel bolo knife slung to my belt, my ever-present calabash
+pipe, crammed full of steaming Yekkweed--expensive to have imported
+from the Martian canals, but I buy it by the carton--and my trusty
+f9-ultiflex binoculars on a short platinum chain.
+
+Mimp struggled along behind me as we set off into the desert. Even his
+mighty plum-hued muscles quivered under the load of our gear, which
+included an inflatable pseudolog hut (with fireplace, an optional
+extra), a double-oven radium-powered cookout stove and a seven-pound
+crate of signal flares, just in case we got lost.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Three days we ranged the shifting blue-white sands of K'niik-K'naak,
+watching everywhere for signs of the herd we'd heard occurred in that
+region. Nothing.
+
+"Keep sharp lookout," I snapped at Mimp, over my shoulder. Mimp was
+like a brother, but you have to keep these aliens in their place.
+
+"Yes, Bwana," said Mimp. (He called me Bwana, always.) "Soon we come to
+waterhole."
+
+I didn't ask him how he knew. Andromedans have a knack for geography.
+In many ways, they're almost as good as an Earthman. "Good," was all I
+answered. It was short, to the point, and showed who was boss.
+
+Onward we trekked, a sunburnt duo casting long bronze shadows across
+the burning sands of K'niik K'naak. A thin plume of Yekkweed fumes
+marked our passage. It was nearly sunset when we spotted the pink
+glitter of that sickening slop that is the Polaris III excuse for
+water. I stood watching the sunset, while Mimp unloaded all the gear
+and began to set up camp. As the last rays faded in the sky, I turned
+and entered the pseudolog hut Mimp had inflated. Hard on his lungs, of
+course, but I hadn't wanted to burden him with the extra weight of a
+hand-pump. I'm a stern man, but I'm fair.
+
+He had my slippers laid out beside the armchair by the fire and a cool
+mint julep awaiting me on the small teakwood taboret. He was busying
+himself in the kitchenette, whipping up a quick souffle with one hand
+and tossing a small salad with the other.
+
+"Hurry it up there," I growled jovially. "Time is money, time is
+money!" A bit of friendly joshing is good for the relationship; shows
+Mimp I'm tolerant of him sharing the same quarters, without actually
+making me act like an equal, if you know what I mean.
+
+"I hurry, Sahib," said Mimp. "Coming up." (He always called me Sahib.)
+He rushed across the room and began setting the table, with my
+pearl-handled silverware.
+
+"No, not there," I yawned, picking up my julep and settling back into
+the armchair. "I think I'd like the table nearer the piano, so you can
+play Chopin Nocturnes while I dine." I added, as a kindly afterthought,
+"You can reheat your share of the souffle later, after I've gone to
+bed." Personally, I hate cold souffle.
+
+"Yes, Effendi," said Mimp. (He always called me Effendi.) Rapidly, he
+moved the table over to the Steinway, set out the finished souffle
+and salad and then hurried to the piano and began laboriously plunking
+out glorious melody. I took a sip of my julep, then spat it out on the
+carpet.
+
+"Mimp!" I roared, incensed. "Did you make this drink with Polaris III
+water?"
+
+Craven and cowering, he fell at my feet, whining for mercy. But I was
+adamant. You let an alien take an inch, and the next thing, he's swiped
+a parsec. "The knout," I said, keeping my voice emotionless and holding
+out my hand.
+
+"Please, Kimosabe," whimpered Mimp, "I dared not use the water in
+the canteens. You know that Polaris III water is poisonous to us
+Andromedans, while you Earthmen can tolerate it."
+
+"I can _not_!" I raged.
+
+"I was speaking medically," he mewed piteously.
+
+"And I, esthetically," I snarled. "The knout, now, and be quick about
+it."
+
+He scurried on all fours to the bureau where I kept my odds and ends,
+and came crawling back with the brutal leather whip. I weighed the
+infraction, decided that three stripes should be lesson enough and I
+laid them onto his bare back with a steady hand. "Now," I said, wearied
+by the effort, "play something gay and lilting."
+
+Hastily, he dragged himself to the Steinway and complied. Dinner was
+really delicious.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Next morning, before sun-up, we lay in wait for the herd behind a
+rock beside the waterhole. The sky was growing pale saffron near the
+horizon, then light yellow, and finally glaring brass as the sun arose.
+(By "sun," I mean the star Polaris, of course. Our sun is a star, you
+know. Or did you? _I_ knew, naturally.) Then, afar off, I espied the
+bulky blobs in the sky that were the flying tuskers of K'niik-K'naak.
+No man had ever hunted one before. I felt pretty proud, let me tell you.
+
+Onward they came through the air, their large skin-type gray wings
+flapping stolidly up and down, about three strokes to the mile.
+Enormous creatures they were, with fiery little eyes, and long trailing
+trunks that had a wicked little hook at the tip. But the thing that
+really caught one's eye was their tusks. Ten of them. Eight originating
+in the mouth, and one in either fore-knee. Each tusk was seven feet
+in length, long, white, straight-tapered and flawless. But not ivory,
+not on these babies. Pure pearl. That lovely lustrous calcareous
+concretion! Each tusk would bring fifty thousand interplanetary credits
+on the open market. And there were ten per elephantine beast, and at
+least sixty of them in the herd.
+
+"Look at that, will you!" I cried to Mimp. "Look, feast your ugly eyes
+on that gleaming fortune swooping down upon us, Mimp!"
+
+"I look, I feast," he murmured servilely, huddled behind me behind the
+rock behind the tree. Aliens tend to be cowardly when their lives are
+in danger.
+
+Carefully, I raised the rifle and took a bead on the youngest beast in
+that descending herd. It's slightly illegal to shoot the fledglings,
+but after all, I wasn't going to bring him _back_ with me, so no one
+would know. It's just that I find that when I shoot the eldest in a
+herd of wildlife, the others miss their protector and flee. But if I
+shoot one of the babies, the elder ones stay around to protect it, and
+I get to kill lots more. Nasty, perhaps, but that's the hunting game
+for you.
+
+Anyhow, I took this bead on the beast. I was just in the act of
+depressing the firing stud when an unwonted lightness in the weapon
+caught my attention. Irritated, I cracked open the firing chamber.
+"_Mimp!_" I growled, in one of my rare real wraths. "You didn't _load_
+the ray-rifle! Even a Moxley .55 is no damned good without cartridges!"
+
+"A thousand pardons, boss," muttered Mimp, inclining his loathsome
+lavender face in a subservient bow. "I go get."
+
+He wriggled away across the sand and into the hut, fortunately not
+disturbing the herd, which was now kneeling on the slope above
+the waterhole and inhaling that putrid pink liquid through their
+trunks. I drooled a bit, seeing the rainbow glint of sunlight on
+those magnificent tusks. Seconds passed, then minutes. The herd was
+practically slaked, and still no crawling Mimp reappeared from the hut.
+
+Soon they'd fly off, and cost me a fortune.
+
+I was already pretty much in hock after paying the fare to Polaris
+III from Earth. (I'd been able to save a little by listing Mimp as
+baggage, and storing him in the hold for the flight.) Angry, irked, and
+pretty well enraged, I moved swiftly toward the hut on hands and knees,
+scuttling in the doorway as fast as I could, lest the herd see me and
+flee, or attack.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+In the parlor, I stood erect, and glanced about. There was no one in
+sight, but the back door was open. "_Mimp!_" I bellowed, stamping
+across the carpet. "Where are you, you off-color blemish!?" No reply.
+"This means six stripes with the knout!" I warned him.
+
+Then I heard a faint sound, not unlike that of a fourteen-inch bolo
+knife being brought down hard upon the inflating-valve of a pseudolog
+hut. I felt at my belt. My bolo was missing. "Mimp!" I hollered, much
+too late.
+
+Then the whole damned room, piano, fireplace, carpet, armchair and all,
+snapped in upon me, and I was wound up with those rubberized walls
+tighter than the center of a golfball. I think I must have swooned,
+then.
+
+Much, much later, by dint of tooth, fingernail and sheer grit, I
+had gnawed, clawed and wrenched my way free of the collapsed hut. A
+stunning sight met my eyes. All about the waterhole, the flying tuskers
+were still kneeling. Every one of them was dead and already beginning
+to rot. But the infuriating thing was that not one of them had so much
+as an inch of tusk any more.
+
+Every beast had been detusked, the priceless pearl shafts lopped off
+flush with the thick gray hides. _Mimp!_ And with _my_ bolo knife,
+already!
+
+At least he'd left me a canteen. I tasted it. _Pffaugh!_ Pink Polaris
+III slop! The dirty little--! But I saved it anyhow. I had a long
+lonely walk back to town ahead of me.
+
+And there it was that I learned even worse news.
+
+Mimp had already sold the tusks and was on his way back to Andromeda,
+with a fortune in his breechclout. I swore revenge, then and there,
+but was unable to carry it out, since I was short the rocketfare back
+to Earth and the authorities. (It seems that Polaris III is a neutral
+planet. Even the mighty word "Earthman" carries no weight there.) So
+I had to hock the piano, my precious Moxley .55 and what could be
+salvaged of the souffle, and even then I was only able to book passage
+as near Earth as Sirius II.
+
+Luckily, they had a consulate there. I was able to secure a ride home,
+after some weeks' wait. By then, however, it was too late to avenge
+myself.
+
+Mimp, with his stolen fortune, had paid off his planet's debt to Earth.
+Andromeda IV (his home planet) declared its independence, and the
+Earth authorities throw up their hands and shrug whenever I hint at
+extraditing him. Seems he's the new emperor there, or something. They
+can't afford to antagonize him. Damn!
+
+However, I suppose you're wondering just why I get goosebumps when I
+recall the flying tuskers of K'niik-K'naak. Well, it wasn't so much the
+danger from the beasts, nor the hideous heat of that desert, nor my
+long, painful sojourn beneath the Steinway in the shrunken hut that was
+so bad.
+
+It was those tuskers. Know how they died? Mimp had poisoned the
+waterhole. Unsporting, and all that, but the thing that nags my brain
+is: Why didn't _I_ think of that?
+
+Me! Bested by a lousy purple alien!
+
+What's the universe coming to?
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+               George Washington Carver National Monument
+
+
+
+
+                      Junior Ranger Activity Book
+                             The Scientist
+
+
+
+
+                       A Junior Ranger’s Job....
+
+
+Welcome to George Washington Carver National Monument’s Junior Ranger
+Program!
+
+George Washington Carver National Monument is a special place that needs
+people like you to take care of it. By becoming a Junior Ranger you can
+help preserve national parks so that future generations may also enjoy
+them!
+
+Explore the park and have fun while you complete the steps to become a
+Junior Ranger. When you are finished, take this booklet to the Visitor
+Center and have a Park Ranger or other staff member sign your
+certificate and issue your badge.
+
+Thank you for helping to preserve national parks. Remember to have fun!
+
+    [Illustration: Junior rangers]
+
+
+
+
+                        A Park Ranger’s Job....
+
+
+Park Rangers help protect and take care of America’s national parks.
+Park Rangers work at national parks all across the United States. Here
+at George Washington Carver National Monument, Park Rangers have many
+important jobs, such as:
+
+    [Illustration: Park Ranger]
+
+
+
+
+  • Teaching people about George Washington Carver
+  • Protecting the plants and animals
+  • Taking care of the trails, museum, and historic structures
+  • Giving park tours
+  • Leading nature walks
+  • Providing assistance to visitors
+  • Much more!
+
+Are you ready to begin your journey through George Washington Carver
+National Monument and discover many things about Dr. Carver? Turn to the
+next page!
+
+
+
+
+                      Becoming a Junior Ranger....
+
+
+Earn your Junior Ranger badge and certificate by following these two
+steps:
+
+                                                          {Young George}
+
+  1. Complete at least one of the activity pages with a sketch of young
+  George.
+
+                                                         {Carver in Lab}
+
+  2. Complete at least five of the activity pages with a sketch of
+  George Washington Carver in his laboratory.
+
+Once you have completed both steps, take your activity book to the
+visitor center for a Park Ranger to sign your certificate and to issue
+your Junior Ranger badge!
+
+
+
+
+                       A Park Ranger Program....
+
+
+                                                          {Young George}
+
+There are many Park Ranger programs offered at the park. Check at the
+visitor center to see when the next program will start.
+
+Make sure you participate in the program and ask lots of questions! When
+the program is over ask the Park Ranger to sign below.
+
+  ______________________________
+  Program Title
+
+  ______________________________
+  Date
+
+  ______________________________
+  Park Ranger
+
+    [Illustration: Junior rangers]
+
+
+
+
+                              Park Map....
+
+
+This park map will help you find your way while visiting George
+Washington Carver National Monument.
+
+    [Illustration: {map}]
+
+
+
+
+                           A Carver Video....
+
+
+                                                          {Young George}
+
+Watch the Boyhood Carver video at the visitor center and answer the
+questions below.
+
+1. The Moses Carver farm was located near what Missouri town?
+
+______________________________
+
+2. What happened to George’s mother?
+
+______________________________
+
+3. Did George do the easier chores or the harder chores on the Carver
+farm?
+
+______________________________
+
+4. What are two things that George taught himself to do while on the
+Carver farm?
+
+______________________________
+
+______________________________
+
+5. What did George use to teach himself how to read?
+
+______________________________
+
+
+
+
+                            Trailblazing....
+
+
+                                                          {Young George}
+
+Hike the Carver trail where young George used his curiosity to find out
+about the world around him. Write about or draw three things you see
+while hiking the trail!
+
+    [Illustration: The Carver trail leads to the 1881 Moses Carver
+    House, Williams Pond, and Carver Family Cemetery.]
+
+
+
+
+                             Equipment....
+
+
+                                                         {Carver in Lab}
+
+Find the bust of Dr. Carver and listen to the poem he is reading called
+_Equipment_, by Edgar A. Guest.
+
+  The equipment listed in the poem symbolizes our attitudes in life.
+  _What do you think?_ Check the best answer.
+
+  “Two arms” means:
+    I can work with all of my      OR     I should cross my arms and
+             strength                                quit
+               [_]                                   [_]
+  “Two hands” means:
+     I can do helpful things       OR     I cannot do helpful things
+               [_]                                   [_]
+  “Two legs” means:
+    I can go wherever I choose     OR   I cannot accomplish very much
+               [_]                                   [_]
+  “Two eyes” means:
+    I can learn by reading and     OR     I should watch a lot of TV
+            observing
+               [_]                                   [_]
+  “A brain” means:
+    I can keep learning for my     OR   I do not have to keep learning
+            whole life
+               [_]                                   [_]
+  “Start for the top and say ...”
+              I Can!               OR              I Can’t!
+               [_]                                   [_]
+
+
+
+
+                            The Mission....
+
+
+                                                         {Carver in Lab}
+
+The Organic Act Aug. 25, 1916 gives the mission of the National Park
+Service
+
+  “... to conserve[_] the scenery[_] and the natural[_] and historic[_]
+  objects and the wildlife[_] therein, and to provide[_] for the
+  enjoyment[_] of the same[_] in such a manner[_] and by such means[_]
+  as will leave[_] them unimpaired[_] for the enjoyment of future
+  generations[_].”
+
+Find the mission of the National Park Service by circling each
+underlined word. They may be diagonal or backward.
+
+          T  Z  L  C  E  E  F  J  E  E  O  S  C  O  W
+          T  H  Z  G  T  R  A  J  Z  I  A  C  U  L  A
+          A  L  Q  P  N  P  O  E  T  L  T  M  E  W  E
+          G  M  G  Z  R  Y  X  T  L  D  E  A  Y  Q  M
+          R  E  U  R  M  O  F  U  S  L  F  N  B  J  A
+          S  Z  N  E  I  U  V  N  D  I  Q  N  M  U  S
+          B  O  N  E  T  G  Y  I  W  W  H  E  U  R  E
+          Q  T  Y  U  R  R  B  M  D  W  D  R  A  J  P
+          I  R  R  A  E  A  D  P  R  E  A  W  V  Y  M
+          G  E  Z  N  C  M  T  A  S  N  A  E  M  W  H
+          T  Y  E  L  W  M  P  I  N  A  T  U  R  A  L
+          D  C  D  U  Q  P  H  R  O  X  T  A  U  G  J
+          S  O  H  U  E  V  R  E  S  N  O  C  A  Z  M
+          A  Z  N  V  R  M  A  D  R  F  S  P  J  L  J
+
+
+
+
+                          Dr. Carver Says....
+
+
+                                                         {Carver in Lab}
+
+Read the Carver Quotes page and write your favorite quote here....
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Draw a picture about the quote.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+                           Carver Quotes....
+
+
+  “_Day after day I spent in the woods alone in order to collect my
+  floral beauties, and put them in my little garden I had hidden in
+  brush not far from the house...._”
+                                                          _G. W. Carver_
+
+  “_I never saw anybody do anything with his hands that I couldn’t do
+  with mine._”
+                                                          _G. W. Carver_
+
+  “_Equipment is not in the laboratory, but in the head of the man
+  running it._”
+                                                          _G. W. Carver_
+
+  “_From a child, I had an inordinate desire for knowledge, and
+  especially music, painting, and the science of Algebra being all of my
+  favorite studies._”
+                                                          _G. W. Carver_
+
+
+
+
+                            Museum Bingo....
+
+
+                                                         {Carver in Lab}
+
+Explore the museum to find out about George’s life.
+
+    The map     The list of   The letter     George’s    The model of
+  showing all     peanut        called      report card  the log cabin
+  the places    by-products     “Brief       that show        [_]
+ George lived       [_]        History”     his grades
+      [_]                         [_]           [_]
+
+ The model of    The trunk    The marbles   The bill of    The lace
+ the sod house like the one    from the      sale for     collar Dr.
+      [_]       George kept   birthplace     George’s     Carver made
+                    [_]          cabin     mother, Mary       [_]
+                                  [_]           [_]
+
+ A microscope   The picture   FREE SPACE   A picture of     A Bible
+      [_]          of a           [_]       Henry Ford        [_]
+                 submarine                   with Dr.
+                 named for                    Carver
+                Dr. Carver                      [_]
+                    [_]
+
+     Your       One of Dr.   A picture of   The violin        The
+   favorite      Carver’s    Moses Carver   that George    Roosevelt
+  quote that     bulletins        [_]       knew how to      Medal
+  Dr. Carver    that is not                    play           [_]
+     said       written in                      [_]
+      [_]         English
+                    [_]
+
+    Use the     A painting    A photo of    The map of   A picture of
+  headphones     by George    Dr. Carver     Missouri      George’s
+ to listen to   Washington      shaking     during the   brother, Jim
+  friends of      Carver     hands with a    Civil War        [_]
+  Dr. Carver        [_]          U.S.           [_]
+      [_]                      President
+                                  [_]
+
+
+
+
+                           Rock Discovery....
+
+
+                                                         {Carver in Lab}
+
+Find the Rock Classification drawer in the Discovery Center and give a
+definition and example of each of the following types of rock.
+
+  Sedimentary Definition               Sedimentary Example
+  ______________________________       ______________________________
+
+  Igneous Definition                   Igneous Example
+  ______________________________       ______________________________
+
+  Metamorphic Definition               Metamorphic Example
+  ______________________________       ______________________________
+
+    [Illustration: {uncaptioned}]
+
+
+
+
+                        Overcoming Obstacles....
+
+
+                                                         {Carver in Lab}
+
+George Washington Carver overcame many obstacles that could have stopped
+him from becoming a successful, happy man. Read the vocabulary words
+below and explain how George overcome each of these obstacles.
+
+  Racism             the belief that people of one race are superior to
+                     people of other races
+  ______________________________
+  Segregation        separation of people based upon differences
+  ______________________________
+  Prejudice          predetermined judgement about someone
+  ______________________________
+  Illness            George had whooping cough and the croup as a child
+  ______________________________
+  Becoming Orphaned  George lost both his parents when he was little
+  ______________________________
+
+
+
+
+                                Art....
+
+
+                                                         {Carver in Lab}
+
+George loved to paint and discovered new ways to make colors from soil
+and different plants. Draw a picture of your favorite place at the park.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration: {Palette}]
+
+
+
+
+                         Carver Discoveries....
+
+
+                                                         {Carver in Lab}
+
+George called his laboratory “God’s little workshop.” Each time George
+worked in his lab he enjoyed finding new uses for plants. He came up
+with over 300 different products from the peanut plant. See if you can
+find out what George is teaching by solving the peanut code below.
+
+       1           4           3           5           1
+     + 2         + 3         + 2         + 1         + 1
+     ___  =S     ___  =E     ___  =T     ___  =L     ___  =G
+
+       2           3           4           5           1
+     + 2         + 5         + 5         + 5         + 0
+     ___  =H     ___  =R     ___  =W     ___  =O     ___  =U
+
+Fill in the letters below to learn fun peanut facts!
+
+  1. The peanut __ __ __ __ __  is like a pea pod.
+                 3  4  7  6  6
+
+  2. Peanuts have protein to make you __ __ __ __
+                                       2  8 10 9.
+
+  3. Peanuts came from  __ __ __ __ __  America.
+                         3 10  1  5  4
+
+
+
+
+                         Carver Creativity....
+
+
+                                                         {Carver in Lab}
+
+Dr. Carver worked in his laboratory with many different plants, such as
+peanuts, soybeans, and sweet potatoes. In the space below, write a story
+telling about a new product that you would like to make from your
+favorite plant. Explain how you would make your product and tell its
+uses.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+                           Soil Discovery....
+
+
+                                                         {Carver in Lab}
+
+George Washington Carver found over 300 peanut by-products. Use the
+charts in the Discovery Center to label the parts of the peanut plant.
+
+    [Illustration: Peanut plant]
+
+  ___ flower · ___ peg · ___ stem · ___ leaf · ___ roots · ___ peanut
+
+Why are peanuts good for the soil?
+
+
+
+
+                    Carver’s Quest for Education....
+
+
+                                                         {Carver in Lab}
+
+George Washington Carver was a lifetime learner. Check the correct
+answers.
+
+  1. Young George was allowed to attend school at the Locust Grove
+  School near the Carver farm.
+
+                         [_] TRUE    [_] FALSE
+
+2. George and his brother went to school in Neosho, Missouri at the
+Lincoln School, a school just for black children.
+
+                         [_] TRUE    [_] FALSE
+
+3. George attended school in Ft. Scott, Kansas.
+
+                         [_] TRUE    [_] FALSE
+
+4. George traveled throughout the state of Kansas to finish his high
+school education.
+
+                         [_] TRUE    [_] FALSE
+
+5. George was disappointed when he was not allowed to attend Highland
+College because of his skin color.
+
+                         [_] TRUE    [_] FALSE
+
+6. George attended Simpson College in Indianola, Iowa.
+
+                         [_] TRUE    [_] FALSE
+
+7. George was the only black student at Iowa State College.
+
+                         [_] TRUE    [_] FALSE
+
+8. George earned his college degree in art at Iowa State College.
+
+                         [_] TRUE    [_] FALSE
+
+    [Illustration: Certificate of Achievement]
+
+
+
+
+               George Washington Carver National Monument
+                       Certificate of Achievement
+
+    [Illustration: National Park Service]
+
+            _This certificate of achievement certifies that_
+
+                     ______________________________
+
+   _has successfully completed all of the requirements of the George
+Washington Carver Junior Ranger Program and as such is duly awarded the
+                      position of Junior Ranger._
+
+  ______________________________
+  Park Ranger
+  George Washington Carver National Monument
+                                                     Official Park Stamp
+
+
+
+
+                           Junior Ranger Code
+
+
+As a Junior Ranger, I will do my best to:
+
+  1. Explore other National Parks.
+  2. Obey all safety rules.
+  3. Leave plants, animals, and historic objects in the park as I found
+          them.
+  4. Learn more about African American history.
+  5. Help keep our National Parks clean, safe, and beautiful for
+          everyone.
+
+This booklet belongs to: ____________________________
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+—Silently corrected a few typos.
+
+—Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook
+  is public-domain in the country of publication.
+
+—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by
+  _underscores_.
+
+—Changed some input instructions to better fit radiobutton or checkbox
+  functionality.
+
+—In the HTML version only, data entry is supported, but input is not
+  preserved across browser refreshes; it can be recorded by printing the
+  file or saving the viewer screen.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+                           SEVEN DAY TERROR
+
+                           BY R. A. LAFFERTY
+
+                Things just vanished. It was simple. As
+                a matter of fact, it was child's play!
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+               Worlds of If Science Fiction, March 1962.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+"Is there anything you want to make disappear?" Clarence Willoughby
+asked his mother.
+
+"A sink full of dishes is all I can think of. How will you do it?"
+
+"I just built a disappearer. All you do is cut the other end out of a
+beer can. Then you take two pieces of red cardboard with peepholes in
+the middle and fit them in the ends. You look through the peepholes and
+blink. Whatever you look at will disappear."
+
+"Oh."
+
+"But I don't know if I can make them come back. We'd better try it on
+something else. Dishes cost money."
+
+As always, Myra Willoughby had to admire the wisdom of her
+nine-year-old son. She would not have had such foresight herself. He
+always did.
+
+"You can try it on Blanche Manners' cat outside there. Nobody will care
+if it disappears except Blanche Manners."
+
+"All right."
+
+He put the disappearer to his eye and blinked. The cat disappeared from
+the sidewalk outside.
+
+His mother was interested. "I wonder how it works. Do you know how it
+works?"
+
+"Yes. You take a beer can with both ends cut out and put in two pieces
+of cardboard. Then you blink."
+
+"Never mind. Take it outside and play with it. You hadn't better make
+anything disappear in here till I think about this."
+
+But when he had gone his mother was oddly disturbed.
+
+"I wonder if I have a precocious child. Why, there's lots of grown
+people who wouldn't know how to make a disappearer that would work. I
+wonder if Blanche Manners will miss her cat very much?"
+
+Clarence went down to the Plugged Nickel, a pot house on the corner.
+
+"Do you have anything you want to make disappear, Nokomis?"
+
+"Only my paunch."
+
+"If I make it disappear it'll leave a hole in you and you'll bleed to
+death."
+
+"That's right, I would. Why don't you try it on the fire plug outside?"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+This in a way was one of the happiest afternoons ever in the
+neighborhood. The children came from blocks around to play in the
+flooded streets and gutters, and if some of them drowned (and we don't
+say that they _did_ drown) in the flood (and brother! it was a flood),
+why, you have to expect things like that. The fire engines (whoever
+heard of calling fire engines to put out a flood?) were apparatus-deep
+in the water. The policemen and ambulance men wandered around wet and
+bewildered.
+
+"Resuscitator, resuscitator, anybody wanna resuscitator," chanted
+Clarissa Willoughby.
+
+"Oh, shut up," said the ambulance attendants.
+
+Nokomis, the bar man in the Plugged Nickel, called Clarence aside.
+
+"I don't believe, just for the moment, I'd tell anyone what happened to
+that fire plug," he said.
+
+"I won't tell if you won't tell," said Clarence.
+
+Officer Comstock was suspicious. "There's only seven possible
+explanations. One of the seven Willoughby kids did it. I dunno how.
+It'd take a bulldozer to do it, and then there'd be something left of
+the plug. But however they did it, one of them did it."
+
+Officer Comstock had a talent for getting near the truth of dark
+matters. This is why he was walking a beat out here in the boondocks
+instead of sitting in a chair downtown.
+
+"Clarissa!" said Officer Comstock in a voice like thunder.
+
+"Resuscitator, resuscitator, anybody wanna resuscitator?" chanted
+Clarissa.
+
+"Do you know what happened to that fire plug?" asked officer C.
+
+"I have an uncanny suspicion. As yet it is no more than that. When I am
+better informed I will advise you."
+
+Clarissa was eight years old and much given to uncanny suspicions.
+
+"Clementine, Harold, Corinne, Jimmy, Cyril," he asked the five younger
+Willoughby children. "Do you know what happened to that fire plug?"
+
+"There was a man around yesterday. I bet he took it," said Clementine.
+
+"I don't even remember a fire plug there. I think you're making a lot
+of fuss about nothing," said Harold.
+
+"City hall's going to hear about this," said Corinne.
+
+"Pretty dommed sure," said Jimmy, "but I wont tell."
+
+"Cyril!" cried Officer Comstock in a terrible voice. Not a terrifying
+voice, a terrible voice. He felt terrible now.
+
+"Great green bananas," said Cyril, "I'm only three years old. I don't
+see how it's even my responsibility."
+
+"Clarence," said Officer Comstock.
+
+Clarence gulped.
+
+"Do you know where that fire plug went?"
+
+Clarence brightened. "No, sir. I don't know where it went."
+
+A bunch of smart alecs from the water department came out and shut off
+the water for a few blocks around and put some kind of cap on in place
+of the fire plug. "This sure is going to be a funny-sounding report,"
+said one of them.
+
+Officer Comstock walked away discouraged. "Don't bother me, Miss
+Manners," he said. "I don't know where to look for your cat. I don't
+even know where to look for a fire plug."
+
+"I have an idea," said Clarissa, "that when you find the cat you will
+find the fire plug the same place. As yet it is only an idea."
+
+Ozzie Murphy wore a little hat on top of his head. Clarence pointed
+his weapon and winked. The hat was no longer there, but a little
+trickle of blood was running down the pate.
+
+"I don't believe I'd play with that any more," said Nokomis.
+
+"Who's playing?" said Clarence. "This is for real."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+This was the beginning of the seven-day terror in the heretofore
+obscure neighborhood. Trees disappeared from the parkings; lamp posts
+were as though they had never been; Wally Waldorf drove home, got out,
+slammed the door of his car, and there was no car. As George Mullendorf
+came up the walk to his house his dog Pete ran to meet him and took
+a flying leap to his arms. The dog left the sidewalk but something
+happened; the dog was gone and only a bark lingered for a moment in the
+puzzled air.
+
+But the worst were the fire plugs. The second plug was installed the
+morning after the disappearance of the first. In eight minutes it
+was gone and the flood waters returned. Another one was in by twelve
+o'clock. Within three minutes it had vanished. The next morning fire
+plug number four was installed.
+
+The water commissioner was there, the city engineer was there, the
+chief of police was there with a riot squad, the president of the
+parent-teachers association was there, the president of the University
+was there, the mayor was there, three gentlemen of the F.B.I., a
+newsreel photographer, eminent scientists and a crowd of honest
+citizens.
+
+"Let's see it disappear now," said the city engineer.
+
+"Let's see it disappear now," said the police chief.
+
+"Let's see it disa--it did, didn't it?" said one of the eminent
+scientists.
+
+And it was gone and everybody was very wet.
+
+"At least I have the picture sequence of the year," said the
+photographer. But his camera and apparatus disappeared from the midst
+of them.
+
+"Shut off the water and cap it," said the commissioner. "And don't put
+in another plug yet. That was the last plug in the warehouse."
+
+"This is too big for me," said the mayor. "I wonder that Tass doesn't
+have it yet."
+
+"Tass has it," said a little round man. "I am Tass."
+
+"If all of you gentlemen will come into the Plugged Nickel," said
+Nokomis, "and try one of our new Fire Hydrant Highballs you will all be
+happier. These are made of good corn whisky, brown sugar and hydrant
+water from this very gutter. You can be the first to drink them."
+
+Business was phenomenal at the Plugged Nickel, for it was in front of
+its very doors that the fire plugs disappeared in floods of gushing
+water.
+
+"I know a way we can get rich," said Clarissa several days later to her
+father, Tom Willoughby. "Everybody says they're going to sell their
+houses for nothing and move out of the neighborhood. Go get a lot of
+money and buy them all. Then you can sell them again and get rich."
+
+"I wouldn't buy them for a dollar each. Three of them have disappeared
+already, and all the families but us have their furniture moved out
+in their front yards. There might be nothing but vacant lots in the
+morning."
+
+"Good, then buy the vacant lots. And you can be ready when the houses
+come back."
+
+"Come back? Are the houses going to come back? Do you know anything
+about this, young lady?"
+
+"I have a suspicion verging on a certainty. As of now I can say no
+more."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Three eminent scientists were gathered in an untidy suite that looked
+as though it belonged to a drunken sultan.
+
+"This transcends the meta-physical. It impinges on the quantum
+continuum. In some ways it obsoletes Boff," said Dr. Velikof Vonk.
+
+"The contingence on the intransigence is the most mystifying aspect,"
+said Arpad Arkabaranan.
+
+"Yes," said Willy McGilly. "Who would have thought that you could do it
+with a beer can and two pieces of cardboard? When I was a boy I used
+an oatmeal box and red crayola."
+
+"I do not always follow you," said Dr. Vonk. "I wish you would speak
+plainer."
+
+So far no human had been injured or disappeared--except for a little
+blood on the pate of Ozzie Murphy, on the lobes of Conchita when her
+gaudy earrings disappeared from her very ears, a clipped finger or so
+when a house vanished as the front door knob was touched, a lost toe
+when a neighborhood boy kicked at a can and the can was not; probably
+not more than a pint of blood and three or four ounces of flesh all
+together.
+
+Now, however, Mr. Buckle the grocery man disappeared before witnesses.
+This was serious.
+
+Some mean-looking investigators from downtown came out to the
+Willoughbys. The meanest-looking one was the mayor. In happier days he
+had not been a mean man, but the terror had now reigned for seven days.
+
+"There have been ugly rumors," said one of the mean investigators,
+"that link certain events to this household. Do any of you know
+anything about them?"
+
+"I started most of them," said Clarissa. "But I didn't consider them
+ugly. Cryptic, rather. But if you want to get to the bottom of this
+just ask me a question."
+
+"Did you make those things disappear?" asked the investigator.
+
+"That isn't the question," said Clarissa.
+
+"Do you know where they have gone?" asked the investigator.
+
+"That isn't the question either," said Clarissa.
+
+"Can you make them come back?"
+
+"Why, of course I can. Anybody can. Can't you?"
+
+"I cannot. If you can, please do so at once."
+
+"I need some stuff. Get me a gold watch and a hammer. Then go down to
+the drug store and get me this list of chemicals. And I need a yard of
+black velvet and a pound of rock candy."
+
+"Shall we?" asked one of the investigators.
+
+"Yes," said the mayor, "it's our only hope. Get her anything she wants."
+
+And it was all assembled.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Why does she get all the attention?" asked Clarence. "I was the one
+that made all the things disappear. How does she know how to get them
+back?"
+
+"I knew it!" cried Clarissa with hate. "I knew he was the one that did
+it. He read in my diary how to make a disappearer. If I was his mother
+I'd whip him for reading his little sister's diary. That's what happens
+when things like that fall into irresponsible hands."
+
+She poised the hammer over the gold watch of the mayor on the floor.
+
+"I have to wait a few seconds. This can't be hurried. It'll be only a
+little while."
+
+The second hand swept around to the point that was preordained for it
+before the world began. Clarissa suddenly brought down the hammer with
+all her force on the beautiful gold watch.
+
+"That's all," she said. "Your troubles are over. See, there is Blanche
+Manners' cat on the sidewalk just where she was seven days ago."
+
+And the cat was back.
+
+"Now let's go down to the Plugged Nickel and watch the fire plug come
+back."
+
+They had only a few minutes to wait. It came from nowhere and clanged
+into the street like a sign and a witness.
+
+"Now I predict," said Clarissa, "that every single object will return
+exactly seven days from the time of its disappearance."
+
+The seven-day terror had ended. The objects began to reappear.
+
+"How," asked the mayor, "did you know they would come back in seven
+days?"
+
+"Because it was a seven-day disappearer that Clarence made. I also know
+how to make a nine-day, a thirteen-day, a twenty-seven-day, and an
+eleven-year disappearer. I was going to make a thirteen-day one, but
+for that you have to color the ends with the blood from a little boy's
+heart, and Cyril cried every time I tried to make a good cut."
+
+"You really know how to make all of these?"
+
+"Yes. But I shudder if the knowledge should ever come into unauthorized
+hands."
+
+"I shudder too, Clarissa. But tell me, why did you want the chemicals?"
+
+"For my chemistry set."
+
+"And the black velvet?"
+
+"For doll dresses."
+
+"And the pound of rock candy?"
+
+"How did you ever get to be mayor of this town if you have to ask
+questions like that? What do you think I wanted the rock candy for?"
+
+"One last question," said the mayor. "Why did you smash my gold watch
+with the hammer?"
+
+"Oh," said Clarissa, "that was for dramatic effect."
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+                                 GRAMP
+
+                         By Charles V. De Vet
+
+                   It's tough to see into minds when
+                   you're only a child--and tougher
+                  still when you see what scares you!
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                Worlds of If Science Fiction, May 1962.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+"Why is Gramma making mad pictures at you?" I asked Gramp.
+
+Gramp looked at me. "What pictures, Chum?"
+
+"Pictures in her mind like you're lazy. And like she wanted to hurt
+you," I said.
+
+Gramp's eyes got wide. He kept looking at me, and then he said, "Get
+your cap, Chum. We're gonna take a little walk."
+
+Gramp didn't say anything until we walked all the way to the main road
+and past Mr. Watchorn's corn field. I walked behind him, counting the
+little round holes his wooden leg made in the gravel. Finally Gramp
+said, "Abracadabra."
+
+That was our secret word. It meant that if I was playing one of our
+games, I was to stop for awhile. Gramp and I had lots of games we
+played. One of them was where we made believe. Sometimes we'd play that
+Gramp and I had been working all day, when we really just stayed in the
+shade telling stories. Then when we got home and Gramma asked us what
+we had done, we'd tell her about how hard we had worked.
+
+"I really did see mad pictures in Gramma's mind," I said.
+
+"Have you ever seen pictures in anybody's mind before?" Gramp asked.
+
+"I always see them," I said. "Don't you?"
+
+"No," Gramp said after a minute. "Other people can't either. You're
+probably the only little boy who can."
+
+"Is that bad?"
+
+"No," Gramp answered. "It's good. But remember how I told you that
+people don't like other people who are different? Well, even though
+seeing pictures like you do is a wonderful thing, other people won't
+like you if they know you can do it. So we'll just keep it a secret
+between us."
+
+I was glad Gramp told me, because he always knows the best things to
+do. I'm his Chum. I love him better than anyone else in the whole
+world. Whenever the other kids tease me and call me Crazy Joe I go to
+Gramp and he tells me funny stories and makes me laugh.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I remember the first time he told me about people hating other people
+who are different.
+
+"Why do the kids call me Crazy Joe and laugh at me?" I asked him.
+
+"Well, you see," Gramp said slowly, "your Daddy worked for Uncle Sam
+in a big place where they make things that the government won't tell
+anybody about. Then your Daddy got sick from something in the big
+place. After a long time he went up to stay with God. Then God took
+Mommy too, when He gave you to her. And now you're our little boy,
+mine and Gramma's. And because you're a very special kind of little
+boy, the other children are jealous. So I wouldn't play with them any
+more if they tease you. Just don't let them see you're afraid of them.
+You'll always be Gramp's Little Joe."
+
+I love Gramp very much....
+
+We kept walking until we came to Fayette. We went into Carl Van
+Remortal's store. Gramp sat on a chair by the big iron stove and I sat
+on his knee on his good leg. The stove must be real old, because it's
+got 1926 on its door in big iron letters.
+
+"Tell me the pictures you see in Mr. Van's mind," Gramp whispered in my
+ear, "but don't let him hear you."
+
+"He's making pictures of the fishing boats coming in," I said. "In the
+pictures he's talking to Jack La Salle and giving him some money for
+his fish.... The pictures are getting all mixed up now. He's putting
+the fish in ice in boxes, but other pictures show him in church. Jack
+La Salle is in the church too, and Mr. Van's sister Margaret is dressed
+in a long white dress and standing alongside him."
+
+"He's thinking that Jack La Salle will be marrying Margaret pretty
+soon," Gramp said. "What else is he thinking?"
+
+"The pictures are coming so fast now that I can't name them all," I
+said.
+
+Mr. Lawrence St. Ours came into the store, and Gramp told me to read
+what he was thinking. I looked inside his head.
+
+"He's making pictures of himself driving a car, and buying bread, and
+bacon, and piling hay on his farm, and ..." I said, but then I had to
+stop. "All the pictures come so fast that I can't read them," I told
+Gramp. "Everybody makes blurry pictures like that most of the time."
+
+"Instead of trying to tell me what the pictures are, see if you can
+understand what they mean," Gramp said.
+
+I tried but it was awful hard and pretty soon I got tired and Gramp and
+I left the store and went back home.
+
+The next morning Gramp and I went out in the barn and Gramp said, "Now
+let's see what we got here." He had me try to do a lot of things, like
+lifting something without touching it, and trying to make chickens run
+by making a picture of them doing that and putting it in their minds.
+But I couldn't do any of them.
+
+After a while he said, "Let's go down to the store again."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+We went to the store almost every day after that. Then sometimes we
+just walked around Fayette, and Gramp had me practice reading what the
+pictures in people's minds meant instead of just what they looked like.
+Sometimes I did it real good. Then Gramp would buy me some candy or ice
+cream.
+
+One day we were following Mr. Mears and I was telling Gramp what I saw
+in Mr. Mears' mind when Mr. St. Ours drove by in his car. "Mr. Mears is
+making pictures about feeding meat to Mr. St. Ours's dog and the dog is
+crawling away and dying," I said to Gramp.
+
+Gramp was real interested. He said, "Watch close and read everything
+you can about that." I did. After, Gramp seemed very happy. He bought
+me a big chocolate bar that time. Chocolate is my best kind of candy.
+
+I read lots of things in other people's minds that made Gramp feel good
+too, and he bought me candy just about every day.
+
+Gramp seemed to have money all the time now instead of having to ask
+Gramma for any. She wanted to know where he got all the money. But he
+just smiled with his right cheek like he does and wouldn't tell her.
+Most of the people in town didn't seem to like Gramp any more. They
+made mad pictures about him whenever we met them.
+
+Sometimes when we were in the store Mrs. Van would come in and she
+would talk to me. She was awful nice. But she always had sad pictures
+in her mind and sometimes she would cough real hard and hold a
+handkerchief up in front of her mouth.
+
+When she did that Mr. Van used to get sad too. In his pictures Mrs. Van
+would be dead and laying in a coffin and they would be burying her in
+a big hole in the ground. Mr. Van was nice too. He gave me crackers and
+cookies, or sometimes a big thin slice of cheese.
+
+One night Gramp was holding me and buying some groceries and Mr. Van
+was putting them in a cardboard box, and he was thinking about going to
+the bank in Escanaba and cashing a check. And the man gave him a big
+handful of money.
+
+I told Gramp, but then Mr. Van came close. I didn't say anymore, like
+Gramp had told me. Mr. Van was whistling now. He made pictures of
+giving the money to Mrs. Van. She was getting on a train and going to
+a place where it was sunny all the time, and her cough went away and
+she wasn't skinny any more. In his mind Mrs. Van was real pretty. She
+didn't have the long nose like she really has.
+
+When we got in our car Gramp was excited. He asked me where Mr. Van had
+put the money he brought back from Escanaba.
+
+He had bad pictures in his mind about taking Mr. Van's money and I
+didn't want to tell him. But he grabbed my arm so hard it hurt and I
+began to cry. Gramp never hurt me before.
+
+"What are you crying for?" he asked me, cranky.
+
+"I don't want you to take Mr. Van's money," I told him.
+
+Gramp let go of my arm and didn't say anything for a while.
+
+"Sometimes the pictures you see aren't true," he said. "You know that."
+He took out his blue handkerchief and made me blow my nose. "Like when
+you see pictures in Gramma's mind about her hurting me," he said. "She
+never does, you know. So the pictures aren't true. It's just what we
+call imagination."
+
+"But your pictures are bad! They make me scared," I said.
+
+"We all make bad pictures like that, but we don't mean them," Gramp
+said. "Remember how you said that you'd like to eat the whole apple pie
+last Sunday? You probably made pictures of doing that. But you never
+did, because you know that Gramma and me should have some of it too." I
+guess Gramp can explain just about everything.
+
+So I told him where Mr. Van had hid the money under a box of brown
+sugar. Gramp smiled and started the car.
+
+He let me steer while it was going slow. "Who's my Chum?" he asked.
+
+"I am," I said, and I laughed real happy.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The next day when I got up Gramp was gone.
+
+I went back of the barn and played. I got a bunch of tin cans and
+punched holes in them with a nail like Gramp showed me, and I made
+steps out of rocks and put a can on each step. I poured water in the
+top can. It ran through the holes from each can to the other all the
+way down the steps.
+
+I heard our car come in the front yard.
+
+I went around the barn, and Gramp was just going up the steps to the
+house. He had been to Fairport where the big store is, and he had
+bought a lot of things that he was carrying in his arms. At first I was
+glad because he had bought something that was for me too.
+
+But then I saw some bad pictures mixed with the happy ones--of Gramp
+breaking a window in Mr. Van's store when it was dark and going in and
+taking something from underneath the brown sugar box.
+
+"You told me you wouldn't take Mr. Van's money. And you did!" I said.
+
+"Ssh," Gramp said. He put his packages on the porch and sat down and
+took me on his lap. He took a deep breath. "Remember what I told you
+about imagination, Chum?" he asked me. "So you know you're not supposed
+to believe all the pictures you see. Now you're Gramp's Chum. And I
+want you to promise me again not to tell anyone but me what you see,
+and I'll tell you if the pictures are real or not. Promise?"
+
+I promised, and Gramp opened one of the packages. He took out two new
+pistols and a belt with double holsters to carry them in. He bent over
+and buckled them on me.
+
+"You look just like Hoppy now," he said.
+
+I gave him a big kiss, and ran back of the barn to shoot robbers.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+In the afternoon Gramp was playing he was a bad Indian and trying to
+scalp me when a strange car drove in our yard.
+
+Mr. Van and two men with badges got out.
+
+Mr. Van was real mad. "We've come after the money, Bill," he said.
+
+Gramp got white. He was scared, but he said, loud, "What the hell are
+you talking about?"
+
+"You know what, Bill," Mr. Van said. "Someone saw you break into the
+store. It will go easier on you if you admit it."
+
+"I told you I don't know what you're talking about," Gramp said. His
+eyes moved kind of quick. Then he noticed me and he walked over to
+me. "That's a fine way to talk in front of the boy," he said over his
+shoulder. He took my hand. "Come on, Chum. We're going in the house."
+
+"Just a minute," the biggest policeman said. "We've got a few questions
+that we have to ask you."
+
+Gramp made believe he was brushing some dirt from my pants. "Did anyone
+see me take the money, Chum?" he whispered to me.
+
+"No," I said, even though I didn't understand exactly. "Mr. Van is just
+pretending he knows you took it but he doesn't."
+
+"Good boy." Gramp patted me on the head. "Go into the house now."
+
+He turned and walked back to the three men, pushing his wooden leg into
+the ground hard. I didn't go in the house, though.
+
+"Now I've had just about enough of this," Gramp said, with a big frown
+on his face. "You can't bluff me, Van. Say what you got to say, and
+get off my property."
+
+Mr. Van's shoulders seemed to sag and he got sad. He made the pictures
+in his mind of Mrs. Van being dead and being put in a big hole.
+
+It made me so sorry I couldn't stand it, and I cried, "Tell him you got
+his money under the seat in our car! Please, Gramp! Give it back to
+him."
+
+Nobody said anything, but everybody turned and looked at me.
+
+They stood real still. I saw in Gramp's mind that I had been bad, bad.
+I ran to him and put my face in his coat and began to cry. I couldn't
+help it.
+
+After a minute Gramp knelt on his good knee in front of me and took my
+cheeks in both his hands.
+
+"I've let you down, Chum," he said. He wasn't mad any more.
+
+He picked me up in his arms. "You needed me, Little Joe," he said. "You
+needed me." His eyes were all smudgy. He squeezed me so hard I couldn't
+breathe, almost.
+
+Then he put me down and said, "Come on," to the two policemen. He
+walked away between them.
+
+Gramp!
+
+The pictures in his mind were awful. I could hardly bear to look at
+them.
+
+The worst picture was--me.
+
+I cried and cried.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+                           WORLD IN A MIRROR
+
+                          BY ALBERT TEICHNER
+
+                It was a backward world, all right--in
+                   a special and very deadly manner!
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+             Worlds of If Science Fiction, September 1962.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+God knows I didn't want Hacker in the preliminary delegation right from
+the start. I wasn't thinking, either, of the screwball ways history can
+go about poetically repeating itself sometimes. I just knew that an
+uppity, smart-alecky kid of fifty could only cause trouble.
+
+He already had.
+
+Rayna had been our earlier landfall on the First Interstellar
+Expedition. It possessed a fairly intelligent form of life, even if
+the Raynans were oviparous and technologically retarded. Hacker had
+taken over the bulldozer to clear the area around our craft, _Terra I_,
+and he had been repeatedly told to stay very close to it. But no, he
+insisted on flattening out the peat-like top of the nearest hill too.
+Unfortunately that hilltop was an incubation bed for Raynan fledglings.
+The massacre involved not only a vast number of hatching eggs but five
+adult females, and we had to get away pronto while thousands of paper
+limbs waved threateningly at the murderers from Earth.
+
+I'm only the Science Chronicler of this expedition but Dr. Barnes is
+Chief Medical Officer. His protests should have mattered where mine
+didn't. "I'm a hundred per cent behind Johnson," he told Captain
+Weber. "That kid's no damned good. The three of us will go into town
+with these Newtaneans and, sure as I'm standing here, Hacker will do
+something wrong."
+
+Captain Weber, looking worried as usual, tried to explain. "He'll
+just do the chauffeuring." But he got off that tack immediately when
+he saw we were not following along. "Look, I know he's a pest. But
+this is a political matter, for the good of the Space Corps. His
+great-great-uncle is President of the World Council. For all I know the
+old man hates his guts, won't listen to a word he says, but let's not
+take any chances. We're going to need plenty of these expeditions. And
+hyper-drive craft take an awful lot out of the economy."
+
+The upshot of the matter was that we patriotically agreed to the setup.
+The captain gave Hacker a good chewing-out about respecting the rights
+of the Newtaneans.
+
+The kid turned out to be surprisingly amenable on that score. "They're
+_human_!" he said, and I could see he was very sincere about it. "I
+wouldn't do anything to hurt them, sir. What's more, they must be
+almost as smart as we are and I'm not about to commit suicide."
+
+So the three of us got into the jeep and rolled out of _Terra I_ onto
+Newtane's soil.
+
+I still felt uncomfortable about Hacker, though. He had tasted blood
+on Rayna and the effect of that on him had been unusually bad; he had
+acquired a reckless attitude toward the rights of intelligent life,
+his own included.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+As if to prove me wrong, he drove very carefully over the special
+road the Newtaneans had laid out overnight from our landing area
+to the highway a mile or so away. The three carloads of scowling
+plenipotentiaries up ahead looked appealingly funny. While the
+Newtaneans were remarkably, even handsomely, like us (except for a
+certain closeness of the eyes and a reversed ordering of their fingers)
+their facial muscles carried different emotional convictions. On our
+landing ten hours before those officials had thought our smiling faces
+indicated angry aggressiveness and we had been equally uncertain about
+their intentions. But their Semanticizer had eventually made the true
+state of affairs clear. Evolution had determined that an upward set of
+Newtanean facial muscles meant a bad situation, a downward set pleasure
+and cordiality. The more they scowled the more we smiled and everybody
+was very happy about the potential flowering of transgalactic culture
+that we were instituting.
+
+When we turned onto the magnificent superhighway, however, Hacker
+became furious. He kept trying to pull over to the right but a steady
+stream of scarab-shaped cars, filled with curious sightseers, kept
+getting in his way.
+
+"This is crazy," he cried.
+
+"I think they drive on the left here," Dr. Barnes tried to explain.
+
+"That's what I mean--they're crazy!"
+
+"They did it that way in England for centuries," I said. "It took a
+long time to get them to change."
+
+"Fine, fine." Suddenly he laughed, as if pleased with his capacity
+for tolerance. "If it's good enough for them it's good enough for us
+visitors. They sure know how to build beautiful roads!"
+
+I suppose I should have been pleased with this shift toward good
+humor but I wasn't. I just could not like the youngster. He had been
+forgivably cocky for his age before, but now something nasty had been
+added.
+
+Still, he remained on his best behavior as we approached Crona, the
+capital city. Its golden towers gleamed in the sun and everywhere there
+were crowds of beautiful tan people, waving to us and happily scowling
+their welcome.
+
+The lead cars stopped before a particularly elegant skyscraper that was
+set in the middle of vast, symmetrical gardens. We got out and were
+greeted by dignitaries accompanied by technicians with Semanticizing
+equipment. (If this equipment worked slowly, it was still faster than
+any we'd developed.) The men who came toward us were puzzled when we
+extended our hands but, once the translation came through and they
+understood it was an Earth custom, they copied our gesture. Only they
+all put out their left hands. It took a while before reasonable contact
+could be made.
+
+"Interesting," said Dr. Barnes. "They all seem to be left-handed."
+
+"I don't see what's so interesting about that," Hacker snorted through
+his puggish nose. "I've seen left-handed people on Earth."
+
+"Good for you," the doctor answered drily.
+
+Hacker looked a little annoyed but for once managed to keep quiet.
+
+I explained to the receiving delegation how hyper-radio contact could
+be established with our system for information exchanges and then told
+them tomorrow's group from _Terra I_ would be much larger. It would
+be in a position to set out the technical arrangements in all the
+necessary detail.
+
+The dialogue crept along as translations were made, but finally an
+especially regal figure stepped forward and told us the rest of the
+proceedings would take place within the building. We followed the
+Newtaneans into a hall so vast that we still seemed to be outdoors.
+Subtle colors were playing free-form patterns on the walls and the
+synesthetic reaction was that of hearing a music too beautiful, too
+perfect, for the relative crudity of the human ear to grasp alone.
+"This," Hacker laughed, "is my idea of heaven!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I wasn't about to unbend and openly agree with him on anything. But
+celestial it really was. And then the subtly rich smells of the food
+began to play on our nostrils. It was brought out on great automatic
+servers and robot arms set heaping, steaming plates before the fifty
+Newtaneans. We, of course, had to refuse, taking out our compacted
+rations and setting them before us.
+
+All the Newtaneans were still meat-eaters. The main course was a small
+fowl, thoroughly browned in gravy. For me the most interesting thing
+about it was that four drumstick legs stuck out of each torso rather
+than the regulation two found on all earth-based birds. For Hacker,
+though, a more practical matter was involved.
+
+"I'd sure like to try a helping of that bird," he said.
+
+The two of us, naturally, were shocked. "That must have been a living
+creature once," said Barnes.
+
+"So what?"
+
+"Well, our civilization is essentially vegetarian. They just haven't
+reached our level as yet in that respect."
+
+"Nuts loaf to you!" Hacker snapped. "And synthetic yeast pie too! I've
+eaten flesh."
+
+That _really_ upset me. I know there's still a little surreptitious
+meat-consumption on Earth--genetics shows we must get a few throwbacks
+in every generation--but I'd never before met anyone who openly boasted
+about it. Synthetic foods meet gourmet needs better than traditional
+ones do anyway. (Of course, I don't mean the dull compacted stuff
+we get on long space hops but the food served on Terran planets
+themselves.) Any Earthman eating flesh back home is deliberately trying
+to taste the atavistic sensations of savagery.
+
+"You know how immoral that is," I told him.
+
+"Hacker, let's forget the moral issue," Barnes said, considering him
+with disgust. "Let's just be sensible. We don't know enough about
+Newtane yet to eat _anything_."
+
+Hacker laughed. "Why, it smells just like our own food, only better."
+He picked at his vita-concentrate. "Oh, let's forget about the whole
+thing."
+
+We tried to. Several dignitaries rose to their full seven feet and
+spoke slowly into Semanticizers, flinging their queer hands out for
+emphasis with their thumbs waving where our pinkies do. Suddenly,
+though, Hacker got up from his seat and hurried down the long table to
+the place where the leading spokesman was eating. He leaned over him,
+speaking into the nearest translator, and I could see the Newtanean
+smiling broadly, as if trying to refuse something, while Hacker
+frowned. Finally the smile faded into a friendly scowl. Nothing good
+could be coming out of this.
+
+A minute later a robot arm proffered a loaded plate to Hacker and he
+started back to us with it. Barnes rose to stop him, but before Hacker
+reached us he had taken two mouthfuls of the meat.
+
+I have never seen such sheer self-satisfied delight on a human face as
+after those first bites.
+
+"You shouldn't be doing that," Barnes said when he sat down next to us
+again.
+
+"You're just old fogies," Hacker grunted through a meat-stuffed mouth.
+"This is the best food I've ever eaten."
+
+He somehow shoveled another load of meat between his lips.
+
+Thirty seconds later his face twisted into a caricature of the human
+physiognomy, all writhing lines, as if every muscle were breaking loose
+from its neighbors. The last unswallowed portion of food erupted from
+his mouth and he fell forward into the vile mess.
+
+He was dead.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Pandemonium spread through the hall. Everywhere wildly smiling faces
+expressed despair at such an end for an honored guest. Barnes sprang
+into action, pulling the portable medical kit from his belt and
+immediately starting blood tests while some native doctors joined him
+with their emergency equipment. "Must start revitalizing immediately,"
+he said, then stopped, ashen-faced, as he studied an analyzer tube.
+"Fantastic! No, it can't be!"
+
+The Newtaneans were equally bewildered. They rushed Hacker to a nearby
+treatment chamber. All I could do was wait, while the Newtanean leader
+explained that Hacker had told him we had authorized his trying the
+food. There was no need to doubt his story. It was just what the
+kid would have done. I did my best to assure him that we knew his
+intentions had been honorable.
+
+A half-hour later Barnes returned, a robot platform following with
+Hacker, body covered by a preservative glaze, on it.
+
+"Nothing can be done," he said. "I've tried everything. Hacker's too
+thoroughly dead for anything ever to bring him back. We'll just have to
+take his body home for further study."
+
+"But what killed him?" I demanded.
+
+"A dozen or so things out of a thousand possibilities."
+
+"You mean you don't have any idea?"
+
+"Oh, I have _some_ idea. Too many ideas in fact. Look, Johnson,
+chemistry's not your specialty but this is fairly elementary. All life
+contains protein, right?"
+
+"Right."
+
+"And all protein consists of amino acids. _Every_ natural protein
+back home is built on levo--left turn--amino acids. Here it is just
+the opposite, the mirror image of what we know. Every amino acid is
+dextro--to the right!"
+
+"But how can it be different here?"
+
+"Johnson, they could ask the same question about us with equal
+justification--or, rather, equal lack of justification."
+
+I was trying to feel my way through the confusion. "Barnes, I know a
+world could be made of anti-matter but--"
+
+"No, no. Anti-matter is a reversal of changes within the atom.
+These atoms are the same as ours. It's the organization that is
+different--regular molecules with a different twist."
+
+"But why should it have killed him then? We absorb starch and reject
+cellulose which is closely related. But the body just refuses to accept
+the cellulose. It doesn't necessarily go ahead and die."
+
+"Starch and cellulose are both dextro, old man. This is a more
+fundamental difference. Maybe the body just throws off some of these
+compounds too. But there were some--plenty, I suspect--it couldn't
+throw off." He glanced toward the stiffening corpse, sympathetically.
+
+"The poor kid couldn't leave well enough alone."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Well, we are two universal days out from Newtane and soon we will drop
+from hyper-drive as we reach the orbit of Pluto. I shouldn't still
+be feeling as uneasy as I do. I'm sure I shouldn't. We have had five
+friendly, informative days with the people of a great civilization
+remarkably like ours, and President Hacker has radioed he understands
+perfectly that we were not responsible for the tragedy, nobody was. The
+kid, it seems, wasn't the apple of his eye anyway.
+
+Ninety men and one corpse returning to the security of _terra firma_.
+I should, when all is said and done, be happy with the way most things
+have worked out. But I am a Chronicler and I know the peculiarly
+symbolic, seemingly superficial ways in which history manages to repeat
+itself.
+
+It is more than three centuries since the last war on Earth between
+rightists and leftists. That was a matter of differing concepts of
+economics and politics. I can't help wondering, though, whether there
+are not even more fundamental points of eventual conflict in the
+universe that we have barely discovered. If there are, I'm beginning
+to suspect they'll still have something to do with the unfathomable
+difference between Right and Left, a difference that took many lives
+centuries ago--and may not be through with us yet.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+                            THE REAL THING
+
+                          BY ALBERT TEICHNER
+
+                  Stacks of hundred-dollar bills--but
+                sadly, almost all of them were genuine!
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+             Worlds of If Science Fiction, November 1962.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+"Everything in this wing is genuine _old_ fake," Stahl told the two
+tourists while his wife clung proudly to his arm. Like him, she was
+tall, blonde and impossibly good-looking.
+
+"Even this strongbox money is finest American counterfeit," she said.
+
+"May I see it?" asked Smith. The lifeless face of the mathematician
+brightened as he peered through the quartz top at a dollar bill
+marked W8265286A. "I can only get the worthless real stuff. Ancient
+governments always destroyed counterfeits. But you're in Economic
+Planning, so it must be easier to get good fakes."
+
+"Only the merest imperfection, that slight Mongoloid fold in
+Washington's left eyelid," Stahl replied, tightly encircling his wife's
+waist as if showing off all his finest possessions simultaneously. He
+glanced at Tinker, a cyberneticist who, like Smith, had sent several
+requests to see the famous Suite of Artifices. "Ever try collecting?"
+
+"Not money," Tinker answered, eyes still on Mrs. Stahl.
+
+"Got the 'Mongoloid' bill five years ago, same year as I got Mary." He
+gave his wife an even more ostentatious squeeze. Smith stared at her,
+too, but more with dull dissatisfaction than desire. "Fifteen bills in
+the box now--but I've still only one wife."
+
+"Fifteen!" exclaimed Smith. "The rich get richer and the poor stay
+poor."
+
+"The wallpaper," Stahl smoothly proceeded, "is a replica of Italian
+murals. If you adjust your focus properly the flat columns become
+solids through the art of vanishing-point perspective."
+
+"Excellent period distortion of Greek styles," said Tinker, studying
+the columns. "And those three chairs are fine copies of Chippendale.
+You're to be complimented on your taste in everything, Stahl."
+
+"You really know ancient designs," Stahl said. "Genuine old copies are
+even scarcer than their originals. And originals, of course, can never
+be quite as good."
+
+"Sometimes I don't see why," Smith muttered.
+
+They all looked shocked. "Smith, you need a checkup," Tinker advised.
+"You sound rundown. How can we progress without imitating past
+achievements?"
+
+"A little rundown," Smith admitted, "but.... Oh, let's forget it."
+
+"Let's," Stahl nodded, striving to recapture the pair's attention as
+they went on through the Suite. "Notice the paintings. Those two are
+excellent pseudo-Braques and in the last room were fine fakes of Van
+Gogh, Picasso and Chardin. In fact," he pointed toward a Gauguin-like
+nude, all flattened sensuousness, "that one's as close to a real
+Gauguin as an imitation can go without being a mere reproduction."
+
+They all gasped and even Smith shook his head reverently. "To be _that_
+close to the real thing! It's all you'd ever need."
+
+"Becoming more possible all the time." Tinker grinned suggestively
+at Mrs. Stahl. She looked back, mildly interested. "We'll get there
+eventually."
+
+Happily oblivious to everything but his collections, Stahl led them
+into the library. One wall, covered with rows of book spines, swung
+around to reveal a well-stocked bar. There was also a large bar across
+the room which quickly became a library of real books and recording
+systems.
+
+"I'm not much for eating and drinking," Smith protested feebly.
+
+"Who is?" Mrs. Stahl laughed. "But this must be a special occasion for
+you."
+
+Eyes bulging nervously, Smith ran his fingers through his luxuriant
+hair and sighed, "Special it is. All right."
+
+Stahl casually mixed drinks for them all and sipped an Old Fashioned.
+"I've concentrated somewhat more on the twentieth century of the Old
+Times than any other," he said. "A particularly intriguing century, I
+find, although not crucial like the twenty-first, of course."
+
+"_The_ crucial one," Tinker protested.
+
+"As a fellow antiquarian, I must beg to differ, sir."
+
+"What about rocket travel, Mr. Stahl? When did that begin?"
+
+"Old hat," he yawned.
+
+"And atomic energy?"
+
+"Same applies there. Look, Tinker, don't get me wrong. I love the
+period. But, objectively viewed, the twenty-first makes the great
+difference."
+
+"And what about duplication of life functions, like the mechanical
+heart? That really got started in the twentieth."
+
+"Absolutely right," Smith nodded vigorously.
+
+"All strictly mechanical," Stahl sighed. "But the twenty-first turned
+the study of pain and pleasure itself from an art into a true science."
+
+"No, no," scoffed the cyberneticist.
+
+Stahl pounded the bar. "All right, I'm going to prove it by putting on
+an All-Sense Feeliescope of Thomas Dyall. It's fully sense-adapted, so
+it should pick up perfectly."
+
+"Hope it isn't noisy," said Smith.
+
+"It's _beautiful_," answered Mary Stahl. "I could listen to it all day."
+
+The odor of damp, new-mown grass filled the room and another more
+elusive scent mingled with it. _Entry of June 3rd, 2068_, said an
+impersonal, mechanical voice, _from the journal of Thomas Dyall,
+elected World's First Poet Laureate in 2089_. A warm rich bass took
+over:
+
+    This morning I rode far out to reach open countryside in the
+    preserved areas to replenish my stock of sensory experiences. As
+    I was walking along through the woods, the most delicious scent
+    struck my nostrils. I immediately recognized new-mown grass in
+    it but the factor making the true difference escaped me until I
+    realized the faint odor belonged to roses. At that point, my
+    senses reeling with delight, I composed in my mind most of my
+    long poem, _The Nature of Nature_, grasping intuitively an
+    experience more intense, more valuable, than any "real" one. I
+    say _intuitively_ because I still thought the odor was merely
+    that of grass and roses. A minute afterwards, though, I came
+    into a clearing, spotted a forest ranger's cottage there and
+    discovered that the scent was from a recently-improved insecticide
+    that the ranger's wife was using in the living room. There was
+    little grass in the area and not a single rose!
+
+_The following note_, interrupted the monotone voice, _was added by
+the author in the year 2116_:
+
+    Here in "real" life the great guiding principle of my future was
+    brought home to me. The well-done imitation of a thing was better
+    than the thing itself! This was the lesson I had to disseminate for
+    all humanity.
+
+"Interesting," Tinker said, "although we all know now that one thing
+cannot be substituted for. Also--"
+
+"No discussion now," pleaded Smith. "You need a while to consider all
+that. Anyway, I've been thinking about your bill, Stahl. That wasn't a
+fold on Washington's eyelid, just a tiny inkstain. It's _genuine_."
+
+"It can't be," Stahl snapped and angrily led them back to the first
+room. "Tinker, I want you as my witness."
+
+He handed the bill around and Smith had to concede it was really
+counterfeit. "What's that next one?" he asked.
+
+"A ten." Stahl hesitated, then took it off the pile along with three
+others and passed them to the visitors, showing off fine points of
+imitation. When he collected the bills he carefully made certain there
+were still five and locked them up again.
+
+"What about another drink?" Smith asked hastily.
+
+"No." Tinker sat down in a large chair. "Let's straighten out
+something right now, Stahl. Dyall was making the first crude statement
+of an obvious truth. If we have a pleasant sensation it doesn't matter
+whether it's caused by a rose or a chemical imitation of a rose or by
+making a brain imagine a rose--doesn't matter except that the real rose
+itself is the hardest thing to control. So it can't be as intensely
+real as its imitations."
+
+"Mr. Tinker, isn't that crucial enough for you?" Mrs. Stahl asked. Her
+voice was so rich and warmly rounded that Smith stared wonderingly at
+her, as if trying to fathom an alien tongue.
+
+"Not quite," Tinker shrugged. "Stahl, you're discussing the smallest
+aspect of the three-part equation, Stimulus + Stimulated Body =
+Experience. Your poet was saying certain changes in Stimulus would
+still give a Stimulated Body the same Experience as the original. But
+the philosophers and cyberneticists, they already suspected something
+more radical. If the Stimulated Body was properly changed, the same
+Stimulus could give different Bodies the same Experience. In other
+words, a properly-arranged process would have the same Experience as
+the life function for which it was substituted."
+
+"Now then," he went on, "all life reproduces itself, right? Well,
+they finally figured the most important thing to reproduce was a
+man's Experience itself, not any particular form of Stimulated Body.
+Of course we have higher ideals. We want the Stimulated Body to be as
+nearly like what it was as possible--then we can have the best of _all_
+possible worlds."
+
+"Some people," Smith grumbled, "don't get their fair share of that
+best."
+
+"Anyway I hate _all_ theories," said Mrs. Stahl.
+
+Stahl disregarded them as he stared at his cashbox. "My money," he said
+ominously, "has been changed!"
+
+The two visitors exchanged nervous glances. "That's not possible," said
+Tinker.
+
+"It _is_. Somebody's palmed a real one as a substitute!"
+
+"That's very unfair," Smith protested. "We came here as guests,
+strangers to you and to each other. We've given you the correct degree
+of envious admiration and now you show your gratitude for our human
+reaction by saying we're deranged!"
+
+Stahl was unmoved. "I still say it's been stolen." He opened the
+box. "See--the dollar's different! When the people of the Old Times
+made us their heirs and children they left piles of this real stuff
+around along with almost everything else they'd made. It's practically
+worthless!"
+
+Tinker frowned uncertainly. "If it makes you feel better I'll submit
+to a lie-detector. I hope you're capable of feeling shame when it
+proves my innocence!"
+
+"Good enough," said Stahl, turning expectantly to his other guest. As
+he waited, Smith pulled back a little.
+
+"Well?" Mary smiled, moving a little toward him.
+
+Smith leaped away from her, heading toward an open window, but the
+others moved faster and grabbed him before he reached the wall.
+
+"What's the matter with you anyway?" Tinker grunted, straining to hold
+him. "The window's _painted_ on the wall!"
+
+Smith slumped forward in despair as Stahl triumphantly wormed the
+valued counterfeit from his pocket. "I can't do anything right," Smith
+wailed. "I heard about this collection and thought I could manage to
+get one little thing for myself. I haven't been given much else by
+life."
+
+"You--you defective!" Stahl shouted.
+
+Smith only slumped further forward. "How can I help it? The Monte Carlo
+computer gave me one of the last places for advanced altering and I
+have to wait and wait. Compared to you, I'm still a half-breed!"
+
+"Don't hand me that," Stahl snapped. "I didn't mean physical defects.
+You look as normal as anyone else."
+
+"No, darling, I think he's telling the truth," Mary said
+sympathetically. "When altering began it was only skin-deep for all of
+us."
+
+"I'll bet you're sixty per cent altered already," Smith cried out.
+"It's my bad luck to be only twenty-five per cent so far. All I can do
+is look at her and wonder why the two of you make such a fuss."
+
+The cyberneticist tried to calm him. "Your turn's coming."
+
+"I have to find out what it's about sooner than that!"
+
+Tinker sighed. "I'll try to get your number advanced."
+
+"Let him wait his turn," Stahl said coldly. "He's faking a lot anyway."
+
+At that Smith broke free from them and pressed his back to the optical
+illusion window. "Don't come closer," he warned. "I don't have much to
+lose."
+
+They stopped a few feet away and waited. Suddenly he raised his left
+hand to his face and dug the long nails in a semicircle into his flesh.
+As a thin stream of locally circulated blood gushed out, he dug deeper
+and the eyeball fell forward, quivering, on his cheek.
+
+"He was telling the truth!" Stahl gasped, pointing at the glittering
+metal bits within the eyesocket. A glowing wire was slowly evaporating
+on the retinal plate as optical feedback collapsed.
+
+Tinker, all professional competence now, helped Smith to a chair.
+"We'll be able to repair you in a month," he said, "because you've
+a simpler arrangement, and I can promise you'll have as good an
+electro-chemical near-cortex as anybody. And the other more interesting
+changes too."
+
+Stahl glanced at his wife, then, as she nodded back, slowly put his
+precious counterfeit into the dangling hand. He was pleased to see
+enough consciousness was still functioning enough for the fingers to
+close greedily around it. "Keep it," he said, "you deserve it more than
+me."
+
+Suddenly he realised he was feeling not only shame but pity too! It was
+the first time for pity--and that meant he was one step further on his
+own journey.
+
+How far that journey had already taken him! For, when their brilliant
+labors had dehumanized them, the humans had possessed sufficient
+understanding to pass the dead world on to the superior wisdom of their
+creations. If _they_ had been unable to foresee what would eventually
+happen, Stahl and his fellow robots could. Some day the supreme
+knowledge and the supreme feeling would be perfectly wedded, the day
+they became truly humanoid copies of their makers.
+
+He moved forward, Tinker following him, to help his fellow creature
+closer to that common final destiny.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+                         WHEN WHIRLYBIRDS CALL
+
+                            by Frank Banta
+
+                  Five-Gun DeCrabbe was the terror of
+               every planet--especially to his friends!
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Worlds of If Science Fiction, January 1963.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Those of the city of Featherton, on Grimes Planet, were with him to a
+man. Feathertonians cheered and waved from their windows that morning,
+not daring to come out for fear of the whirlybirds, and admiring
+Five-gun Charles DeCrabbe all the more for riding down the main stem
+of the town with the bubble of his convertible space coupe slid
+back--ignoring the menace from the skies.
+
+Five-gun Charles DeCrabbe rode down the exact center of the street,
+looking neither to right or left, not acknowledging the screams of
+adulation that poured from the windows. His bare head was up, his
+mouth was pressed into firm, haughty lines of self-confidence and even
+his battle dress of dark green seemed to exude the aura of a competent
+killer.
+
+Five-gun Charles DeCrabbe had come to clean up the town. Of whirlybirds.
+
+He stopped his space convertible in front of the white stone building
+titled City Hall on its facade. The two men waiting to greet him stayed
+safely under the bullet-shaped marquee as he alighted. He jumped over
+the side, checked his two holstered needle pistols, slung his explosive
+pellet rifle over one shoulder, his N-ray flashburn gun over the other
+shoulder and picked up his rocket-powered stun-gas spray gun in his
+hands. He strode over to the waiting men.
+
+"I'm Alson Prince, Mayor of Featherton," said the older man shaking
+hands with the one DeCrabbe stuck out from under the spray gun. "And
+you are Five-gun Charles DeCrabbe?"
+
+"Yes yes yes!" exclaimed DeCrabbe impatiently in his clipped speech.
+
+"I'm the mayor's son," introduced the younger man with admiration
+shining in his eyes. "You sure look like you're ready to whip those
+whirlybirds."
+
+"Yes yes yes!" exclaimed DeCrabbe haughtily. "Always dislike long
+conversations you know. Supposing you tell me what you know so can
+exterminate them without further delay. No doubt solution before dusk."
+
+"Before dusk?" asked the mayor, dumfounded. "Oh, no, not today, I'm
+afraid. They've been around too many years to whip in one day."
+
+"Perhaps shall require two days then," said Five-gun Charles DeCrabbe
+graciously. "But doubt it. Tell me what you know of them."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Very well," assented the older man. "Perhaps the best place to
+begin is with their name. When we first occupied this planet, a
+bare twenty years ago, we called them wolfhawk-whirlybirds and
+tigerhawk-whirlybirds because they preyed on vicious animals. The
+whirlybirds were our best friends in those days. The only trouble is
+that they ran out of tigers and wolves to eat."
+
+"Presumed they are now called peoplehawk-whirlybirds?" DeCrabbe
+frowningly asked in his clipped speech.
+
+"Exactly!" answered the older man. "Although that isn't their full
+name. From the way they attack--"
+
+"Most important," interrupted Five-gun. "Give to me in detail."
+
+"They prefer to attack strollers, although they have attacked on city
+streets when there is little traffic. They fly with amazing speed,
+considering they are an untidy ball forty feet in diameter, and they
+are on top of their victims before the unlucky ones are aware of the
+menace. Blowing their victims down with a rush of air from their
+feathers, they grab them up by the heels, carry them high aloft and
+drop them on piles of rock outside of town."
+
+"They are _downdraft_-peoplehawk-whirlybirds then?" asked DeCrabbe.
+
+"That's almost it," agreed the mayor. "I have not yet told
+you of their cries. As they rise in the air with the victim
+dangling from their talons by his heels, they utter a pleased
+'Coo! Coo!' like a gentle dove. That is why they are called
+Coocoo-downdraft-peoplehawk-whirlybirds."
+
+"Approve of adequate names," nodded Five-gun, unbending a trifle.
+"First step toward efficiency. Only one thing haven't made clear.
+Presumably have shotguns and rifles. Why unable drive off these
+predators yourselves?"
+
+The mayor laughed bitterly. "It would be easy to tell you'd just
+arrived on this planet--although the birds are not well known in the
+other cities either; they are all concentrated in this area. Yes, our
+sportsmen tried to shoot down the whirlybirds. No luck, of course.
+Imagine the problems you have when one of these forty-foot balls of
+commotion comes at you: You try to aim but you can't hold your arm
+still because of the swirling wind they raise; and then the dust clouds
+thicken and you're firing wildly, and you can't begin to tell which is
+body and which is feathers anyway."
+
+"Very well," accepted Charles DeCrabbe mercifully. "You've made
+attempt. My first step therefore the attachment of high explosives to
+boobytrapped mannequins. Brought these with me."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Great winds of catastrophe. I'm glad you mentioned it before you did
+it!" exclaimed the mayor. "We tried that once. The city was six weeks
+digging out from under the feathers--and it didn't kill the whirlybird!"
+
+"Aren't you exaggerating difficulties encountered in picking up few
+feathers?" loftily inquired DeCrabbe.
+
+"How do you think we got the name of Featherton? Before the deluge we
+were called West Applebury!"
+
+"Then why haven't you attempted lure them into boobytraps outside town?
+Could detonate them there without even slight inconvenience of picking
+up feathers."
+
+"Believe me, if there were only a _few_ feathers," insisted Mayor
+Prince, "few enough for you to pick up by yourself, we wouldn't mind
+you blowing up a whirlybird."
+
+"Wasn't considering picking up _any_ feathers," replied Five-gun with
+dignity. "Had supposed a menial or two could be supplied for that."
+
+The mayor shook his head. "It would take everybody in town to clean
+up. And as for blowing one up outside the city, one of our orchardists
+tried it. He blew it to bits all right, but eighty acres of his apple
+trees were smothered under the debris!"
+
+"Now anticipate that the extermination of the whirlybirds will almost
+certainly take me up to two days," conceded Five-gun DeCrabbe calmly.
+"However will be all the more interesting to defeat them without
+recourse large explosives."
+
+"Gee, what a man!" admired the mayor's son. "Only two days!"
+
+"If you will now lead me to your city park will begin campaign of
+extermination at once."
+
+"It's down that way," said the mayor, pointing. Plainly he had no
+intention of leaving the shelter of the marquee. "You can't miss it."
+
+As Five-gun Charles DeCrabbe leaped back into his craft and started
+off, the mayor's son called after him, "Aren't you scared, going out
+exposed like that?"
+
+DeCrabbe turned. "Am armed, young man," he retorted severely.
+
+"Yeah, but those whirlybirds don't pay any attention to guns."
+
+"Soon will," DeCrabbe replied, unruffled.
+
+Slowly he drove down the center of the empty street, receiving more
+cheers from heads thrust out of windows. He arrived at the city park
+and turned in. He unloaded most of his equipment under the roof of the
+bandstand.
+
+A few minutes later one of his robot mannequins moved slowly around
+the clearing before the bandstand, its control set for slow walking to
+conserve its atomic battery. The predator hunter unlimbered all his
+guns as he sat under the bandstand roof waiting.
+
+It was an hour before the first whirlybird attacked.
+
+His first warning was the rising wind. His gaze moved around the sky
+until he found the rapidly growing black spot. A few seconds later
+it became a universe-engulfing blackness as it spotted the mannequin
+and came down for it. As soon as the wind-screaming blackness reached
+the mannequin, the needle guns in his hands emptied their hundreds of
+anesthetizing needles into the turbulence. But it was as the mayor had
+said. Where did the bird's body end and the feathers begin? When the
+needle pistols were empty he dropped them and snatched up the rocket
+powered stun-gas weapon; its immense flare poured into the blackness
+without visible result. He dropped it and grabbed the N-ray flashburn
+gun. The forty-foot ball of fury was beginning to rise high with its
+prey now, as the gun stuttered fifty bolts of burning lethal radiation
+into it. He smelled feathers that time. Finally as the giant bird,
+without faltering, rose above the range of the N-ray gun, he took to
+the explosive pellet rifle. It had only ten shots; all of these went
+into the center of the blackness well before the whirlybird had flown
+beyond range. And as it neared the horizon with its mannequin prey, he
+heard its sweet song:
+
+"Coo! Coo!"
+
+"How _dare_ it coo after all I did to it?" muttered DeCrabbe grimly.
+"Shall not coo next time!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Half an hour later a new mannequin stood out in front of the bandstand.
+Its arms waved ceaselessly but it stood still. Nestled against its
+back was a ten gallon drum of gas, which would be exploded--blanketing
+most of the park in fumes--as soon as the mannequin was moved. Charles
+DeCrabbe waited, his mask ready, his potent weapons all reloaded.
+
+Ninety minutes later the huge black menace arrived--either the first
+whirlybird or another forty-foot wind-screaming fury. Slipping his
+gas mask on, the man waited for the right moment to begin firing. The
+whirlybird swooped down, the tank exploded in a fog, and the giant
+wobbled!
+
+DeCrabbe emptied all his weapons again. The bird arose, wobbling, its
+speed greatly impaired, but making its getaway despite all he could do.
+
+"Damn well didn't coo that time," he said when the monster had reached
+the horizon. "Next time won't fly either."
+
+But just then the monstrous bird mocked him in the distance with a
+loud, sweet, "Coo! Coo!"
+
+Shortly after lunch he had it all set up. A new mannequin stood out in
+front of the bandstand, its arms waving and a pair of slim, gleaming,
+ten-gallon drums of stun gas nearby.
+
+It was one o'clock before the third whirlybird struck.
+
+Down it sank until it became a huge, ebony blot in the afternoon sky.
+Underneath the bandstand roof DeCrabbe got ready for his supreme
+effort. He slipped on his gas mask and made sure his N-ray flashburn
+gun was ready for instant action, its safety off. He was determined
+that if he got the bird prostrate he would climb aboard and fire N-ray
+bolts into it until something _gave_!
+
+The huge black, wind-screaming monster plummeted the last few yards
+down and grabbed the mannequin. Both tanks of stun gas exploded. The
+giant whirlybird slumped unconscious--and DeCrabbe scrambled aboard!
+
+The feverishly hurrying hunter was not long discovering why he had
+not--and never would--penetrate the bird's feathers with any of his
+weapons: He burrowed down into the feathers the length of his arm and
+there were yet more feathers beyond! A feather pillow would stop a
+rifle bullet, he knew, and this monster had the probable equivalent of
+a thousand feather pillows protecting it, invulnerable as a battleship.
+
+And just then the maneater awoke, wobbled into the air, and flew away
+before DeCrabbe could get off!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The following afternoon, as Five-gun Charles DeCrabbe made his farewell
+of the city of Featherton, he once more drove down the center of the
+street with the bubble of his space convertible slid back.
+
+Yet there was a difference this time. The mayor and his son rode beside
+him on the seat, and all of the people were now out of doors standing
+along the curb, cheering their deliverer wildly as he passed.
+
+"I can't tell you how much I personally appreciate what you've done for
+us," said the mayor humbly.
+
+"Quite quite quite!" returned Five-gun haughtily in his clipped speech,
+hoping to shut off the man's tendency toward windyness.
+
+With awe in his voice the mayor's son admired, "So instead of being
+scared to death you were all ready for action when you and the
+whirlybird landed at their rocky, mountain lair?"
+
+"Yes yes yes! Slid off its back, hid between two boulders, waited
+for the appropriate moment. After bagging that one, waited for other
+monsters as they landed, one by one. Bagged them."
+
+"Just like that!" said the youngster. "You just get up close enough for
+those peoplehawks to grab you and then you bagged them."
+
+"Only possible way is my way," clipped DeCrabbe immovably.
+
+"Its eyes couldn't be buried deeply in feathers if they were to be of
+use."
+
+"So?"
+
+"So eye is proximate to beak--and brain," said the hunter with dignity.
+"Where one of its _coo-coos_ came out, one of my N-ray bolts went in,
+and that was that!"
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+                         THE ABANDONED OF YAN
+
+                          BY DONALD F. DALEY
+
+                   The Abandoned have neither rights
+                  nor hopes. They only have revenge!
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+               Worlds of If Science Fiction, March 1963.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+After her husband left her, Marigold filed a protection-request form
+and an availability form.
+
+She did not do this immediately. She stayed up for the better part of
+the night, hoping that he would come back. She could not bring herself
+to believe that he would really walk out on her and leave her available
+for confiscation, or for the slavery pool. She also thought for quite a
+while about the possibility of somehow getting back to Earth, where she
+would not be available for either.
+
+She even went to the fantastic expense of televiewing there to talk
+with her father and mother. They had been shocked and unfriendly. They
+had said good-by with a finality which left little room for doubt as
+to what they thought of an Abandoned. They had never had one in their
+family, they had pointed out, neither of them, and they did not intend
+to have one in their family now. They had warned her that they intended
+to report the call to the Beta III Protection People.
+
+This did not worry her much. The call almost certainly had been
+monitored anyway. If they wanted to go to the considerable extra
+expense of reporting it, in order to impress the Protection People with
+their loyalty, that was their own lookout. She understood that, now,
+she had no family. She thought for a moment of going up-ramp to say
+good-by to the children, but she knew that this would not help.
+
+Besides, it was illegal. They were no longer hers. She was an Abandoned.
+
+She had never known what a tremendously harrowing experience
+filling out an availability form could be. Name, age, Sector, race,
+size-classification, beauty-index, fertility tests, personality scores,
+aptitudes, psyche-rating and so on, and so on and so on. It was like
+undressing for an auction. The protection-request form was much
+simpler, except for that one question: STATUS? Her hand shook almost
+uncontrollably as she wrote. _Abandoned._
+
+After that she did not know what to do. She had stood for nearly twenty
+minutes before the document file, listening, thinking desperately that
+he would come back; that if she only waited a few minutes more he would
+come back. She had made herself refreshment. She had sat with the
+filled-out documents on her lap looking, from time to time, longingly
+at the entrance-ramp. But he had not come back. Finally, with a low
+moaning sound, she had pushed the papers through the document file
+slot. She made the deadline by a scant three minutes.
+
+Now she knew that whatever else happened, the Protection People would
+be there in the morning to pick up the children. She knew that it could
+show in her favor if she were to get together the things they would
+need to take with them. She could do this without seeing them and
+without talking to them, which was forbidden, but she could not bring
+herself to move.
+
+The red light on the atmosphere control blinked warningly. Soon it
+would let out a piercing scream. She was tempted to just let it.
+Another of Clytia's suns must have set. She found that she had no sense
+of time. She had only the conviction that this would be her last night.
+The last night that mattered to her at all. She wanted it to be a long
+one. She had adjusted the atmoset. She had done this every night for
+the seven years of their marriage. She began to sob uncontrollably. She
+took her Status Married card and tore it in half. Then she held the
+halves to her cheeks, her face wet and wretched between them.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+After a while she dialed the credit balance at her account. The figures
+came back indicating a balance of 1300. He had left her quite a lot,
+when you considered that she had televiewed to Earth. She cried hard
+again because she knew that he had not had to leave her anything at
+all. This made her certain (although she had known it already) that he
+was not coming back.
+
+She sat for quite a while studying the 1300 credit indicator.
+She thought about using the money to buy a "pick-up-immediately
+advertisement" on the omnivision. She was not sure of the rates, but
+she thought the amount might even stretch to include a picture of
+her. She did not know. She did not even know if she would be expected
+to be nude or dressed for the picture. In the end, she decided not to
+try an advertisement because there would not be time enough to employ
+a reply-receiving address. All that would be accomplished would be to
+put every predator within miles in possession of the address of an
+Abandoned.
+
+She took a dictator and said into it: "Dear children, I am leaving you
+1300 credit." She stopped then and shook her head. The tears made it
+so that she could not see, and she did not seem to be able to think.
+"Correction," she sobbed "Erase preceding. Dear Children of Yan, I make
+you this gift of 1300. I am sure that your excellence will continue to
+deserve much more than so small a gift. I send love with this small
+gift."
+
+There could, of course, be no signature. An Abandoned had none.
+
+She wished that she had not made the Earth call. There would have been
+much more to leave them then. He had left an astonishing amount in her
+account. It was almost as though he had expected her to try to get
+away. She wished now that she had thought before taking action. There
+might have been some way out.
+
+She must have fallen asleep. The morning announcements came on as
+usual, waking her. She listened to the instructions for that day, and
+the areas announced as forbidden. She made no effort, however, to
+indicate them on the day-map. She knew that, now, none of this applied
+to her.
+
+With a very great effort she got up and shut off the children's ramp,
+so that they could not come down. She knew how much this would count in
+her favor. Then she began, as hurriedly as she could, to collect the
+things they would need. She knew that she could not possibly get the
+things together in time, and that so late an effort was more likely
+to count against her. She was not even close to finished when the
+announcer flashed on.
+
+Without asking who it was, she pressed the admitter. She was glad that
+they had troubled to announce themselves.
+
+She offered to go into another room while they removed the children.
+They did not answer. One of them threw a sack over her. After a
+moment, they took it off again and, rather apologetically, asked her
+to indicate where the child-ramp control was. She showed them. Their
+leader said that perhaps it would be all right for her to go into
+another room if one of them went with her. When she saw the one chosen,
+she put the sack back on herself. They laughed so hard at this that she
+did not hear the children leave.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+When the children had been taken out, the leader came back and removed
+the sack from around her. He asked if she had applied for protection.
+She showed her card.
+
+"Well, that's too bad," he said. "Do you have any refreshment left?"
+
+She did not dare to lie to him. She showed him. He helped himself.
+
+"How about credits?" he asked.
+
+"I gave it all to the ones who were here," she answered carefully. She
+felt quick panic because she remembered that she had not so instructed
+her account. She had merely dictated it to the children. If he didn't
+find out, though, that would be all right. The dictation was proof
+enough. But while she was still in this house, the credits were still
+in her control.
+
+"My credit indicator is here," she said, holding it out. He didn't take
+it.
+
+"Thanks for the refreshment," he said, getting up. "Make yourself
+comfortable. The others will be here shortly."
+
+She had nothing to do to make herself ready. She could not take
+anything from this house. Sometimes they let you wear what you were
+wearing, if it did not look as though you had put on your best things.
+They did not always allow it, but they did sometimes. She remembered
+that she had expressed strong disapproval of that to Yan, when they
+were newly married. Then they both felt the same way about Abandoneds.
+
+She indicated to her account how she wanted the 1300 disposed. Then she
+waited. After a while, the Protection People came and led her out of
+the house. They did not touch her or speak to her, they merely formed
+a square in the center of which she walked. They led her to a records
+room where an interview apparatus prepared a report on her.
+
+"You have filed availability papers?" it asked.
+
+"Yes," she said, and gave the file number.
+
+"This is being checked," the apparatus said. "Have you any claims upon
+the State?"
+
+She came very close to mentioning the children. "None," she said in
+a very small voice. It was difficult to remember that the interview
+apparatus was not at all sensitive.
+
+"Have you credits in your possession?" the machine asked.
+
+"None," she said.
+
+"You are eligible for exclusion from the slave classification in what
+way?" That part of the recording seemed a bit worn. At least she did
+not hear it very well.
+
+"In no way," she replied.
+
+"You will wait," said the machine, "until we have a report on the
+availability petition which you have filed. Please take a seat."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+There were no seats. This was an older machine which they had not
+bothered to replace, or even to correct. She stood in horror as the
+long minutes passed.
+
+Her number was finally called.
+
+"I am here," she said as the machine hummed, and she gave her number.
+
+"Your availability petition has been taken up," said the machine. "You
+are however to receive twenty-eight demerits for disposing of 6300
+credit after having been abandoned. Do you accept?"
+
+"I accept," she said. She was so dizzy that she could hardly stand. The
+machine whirred and produced a reception-area card. She read it, and
+walked as in a daze to the indicated reception area. Yan waited for her
+there.
+
+"You look terrible," he said as he put his arm around her. "I'm sorry.
+You made me do this to you. I didn't want to. It's all over now, don't
+cry."
+
+She thought that she was going to faint.
+
+"Thank you for receiving me," she said, according to the formula. "I am
+the Abandoned of Yan, of the Estate...."
+
+"Stop it!" he said. "I know who you are! Stop it!"
+
+"Do you have children at your estate?" She asked it as one asks a
+polite, social question.
+
+"They'll be there when we get home," he said. "Don't do this. I didn't
+know it would hurt that much. I wouldn't have done it if I had. They're
+your children again now." He held her shoulders as he looked at her.
+
+"I came to you with twenty-eight demerits," she said. "Shall I work
+them off before I come to your estate?"
+
+"Please, stop it!" he said. "They were paid when you accepted. I waited
+here all night. No one else could have claimed you. Please, come on
+home now?" He handed her a brand-new wife-status card.
+
+"Thank you," she said. "I shall try to deserve the opportunity which
+you restore to me." He smiled as she recited the formula and took his
+arm. Yet he did not look as if he felt like smiling.
+
+"Come home," he said. "Come home now. I'll not hurt you again." He led
+her back to their estate.
+
+That night, feeling entirely justified, she abandoned him.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Mommy," the children shouted. They ran to her and hugged her. They had
+missed her, and had resented the disturbance in their routine. "Mommy!"
+They danced and shouted, "Mommy! Mommy, Mommy!"
+
+When it was their bed time, he left her alone with them. He said good
+night to them himself, kissed them and squeezed her shoulder. "It's
+good to have you home again!" he said. His eyes filled with tears and
+he hurried from the room.
+
+"Tell us a story, Mommy." It was the custom of the household.
+
+There were tears in her eyes and her voice trembled a little, but she
+said in what seemed to them a perfect narrative style:
+
+"Once upon a time there were two very good and loving children who
+found that it was their duty to denounce their father to the state and
+to see him publicly flogged to death. You must listen very carefully to
+this," she said, "both of you.
+
+"At first, they thought that this was a very sad duty...."
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+                              SPIRO MOUNDS
+                        PREHISTORIC GATEWAY ...
+                           PRESENT-DAY ENIGMA
+
+
+                         Text by Don G. Wyckoff
+                          and Dennis Peterson
+
+
+A traveling exhibition presented by the Stovall Museum of Science and
+History and the Oklahoma Archaeological Survey.
+
+    [Illustration: Spiro Mounds: Prehistoric gateway ... Present-day
+    enigma]
+
+    [Illustration: The Mound builders of North America circa A.D.
+    900-1500]
+
+
+
+
+                              Spiro Mounds
+               Prehistoric gateway ... Present-day enigma
+
+
+The mounds at Spiro, Oklahoma, are among the most important
+archaeological remains in the United States. A remarkable assemblage of
+artifacts from the mounds shows that prehistoric Spiro people created a
+sophisticated culture which influenced the entire Southeast. There was
+an extensive trade network, a highly developed religious center, and a
+political system which controlled the region. Located on a bend of the
+Arkansas River, the site was a natural gateway between societies to the
+east and the west, a gateway at which Spiro people exerted their
+influence. Yet much of the Spiro culture is still a mystery, including
+the reasons for the decline and abandonment of the site. Their objects
+remain intriguing, and pique the creative thoughts of professional and
+layman alike. Today, the Spiro site and artifacts are among Oklahoma’s
+richest cultural resources, and the site is Oklahoma’s only National
+Historic Landmark and archaeological park.
+
+This archaeological site includes the remains of a village and eleven
+earthen mounds. Although various groups of people had camped on or near
+the Spiro area since early prehistoric times, the location did not
+become a permanent settlement until approximately A.D. 600. Spiro Mounds
+was renowned in southeastern North America between A.D. 900 and circa
+1400, when Spiro’s inhabitants developed political, religious and
+economic institutions with far-reaching influence on societies from the
+Plains and the Mississippi Valley to much of what is now the
+southeastern United States. Because Spiroans maintained such practices
+as mound construction, a leadership of priest-chiefs, horticulture (of
+corn, beans and squash), and a religious tradition (the “Southern Cult”)
+common to the Southeast, they were an example of what archaeologists
+have termed the Mississippian cultural development in America.
+
+Spiro was known locally as a prehistoric Indian site as early as the
+late nineteenth century. However, it was not until 1933 that the Spiro
+Mounds attracted national and worldwide attention. In that year, a group
+of treasure hunters leased the site and began excavating the largest
+mound. They discovered rich troves of spectacular artifacts, including
+objects of wood, cloth, copper, shell, basketry and stone.
+Unfortunately, the diggers were only concerned with finding and selling
+the relics, not with preserving or recording their significance or their
+context. Consequently, not only were important prehistoric artifacts
+looted and sold out of Oklahoma, but, like pages ripped from a rare
+book, irreplaceable information about Oklahoma’s past was lost forever.
+
+    [Illustration: _Pot hunters digging Craig Mound, 1933_
+                                                         Robert E. Bell]
+
+    [Illustration: _Works Progress Administration controlled
+    excavations, 1936-1941_                              Robert E. Bell]
+
+In an effort to prevent repetition of the tragedy at Spiro Mounds, the
+Oklahoma legislature passed the state’s first antiquities preservation
+law in 1936. At the same time, state leaders worked to initiate a joint
+research venture by the University of Oklahoma, the Oklahoma Historical
+Society, and the University of Tulsa to scientifically excavate the
+Spiro Mounds site. Between 1936 and 1941, Works Progress Administration
+(WPA) workers, under the supervision of University of Oklahoma
+archaeologists, conducted a systematic excavation of the remainder of
+the Spiro Mounds. The WPA crews and archaeologists excavated and
+recorded the stratigraphy (sequence of deposit), burials, crematory pits
+and other features which remained in the largest and most severely
+damaged mound. Called the Craig Mound, this earthwork was 33 feet high
+and 400 feet long. Study revealed that Craig Mound, which was actually
+four joined mounds, had been constructed between A.D. 800 and circa 1350
+to cover the graves of the society’s most important leaders. Besides the
+Craig Mound, WPA workers excavated the remains of other mounds, the
+locations of several prehistoric houses, and other features at many
+nearby village sites.
+
+    [Illustration: OU Electronic Media and Photo Services—Gilbert A.
+    Jain]
+
+Since 1964, the Spiro Mounds and other related sites in eastern Oklahoma
+have become points of renewed interest to archaeologists. Spurred to
+salvage important information from areas threatened by construction and
+development, archaeologists recognized an unparalleled opportunity to
+document and explain the rise and decline of a remarkable prehistoric
+society. Thus, for the past 20 years, archaeologists have re-examined
+the WPA records, studied newly excavated sites and patiently pieced
+together artifacts to determine the lifeways of these prehistoric
+Oklahomans.
+
+The new findings show the Spiro site as one of the premier trading and
+religious centers of prehistoric America. Situated in a narrow valley of
+the Arkansas River, the Spiroans were in a strategic position to control
+traffic, trade and communications along this waterway, especially
+between the small villages scattered among the Ouachita Mountains to the
+south and the Ozarks to the north. Both of these regions were rich in
+raw materials favored by the Spiro people. Not only did Spiro become an
+important center for Caddoan-speaking residents of eastern Oklahoma, but
+it also began to play a significant role in controlling trade and
+information between bison-hunting Plains farmers to the west and the
+numerous settled horticultural tribes in the Southeast. This development
+was enhanced by Spiro’s “gateway” position between the rolling grassy
+Plains and the wooded Southeast, as well as by the initiative of Spiro
+leaders.
+
+    [Illustration: OU Electronic Media and Photo Services—Gilbert A.
+    Jain]
+
+As certain Spiro inhabitants became political and religious leaders,
+they also became commercial entrepreneurs. To help identify their
+growing status in the community, these leaders accumulated exotic goods
+which they wore as status markers or used in special ceremonies. Among
+the most favored exotic goods were conch shells from western coastal
+Florida, copper from the Southeast and other regions, lead from Iowa and
+Missouri, pottery from northeast Arkansas and Tennessee, quartz from
+central Arkansas and flint from Kansas, Texas, Tennessee and southern
+Illinois. Spiro artisans fashioned many of these materials into
+elaborately decorated ornaments, ceremonial cups, batons and other
+symbols of status and authority. Among the prehistoric societies, such
+objects were a sign of wealth, and Spiro’s priestly leaders were among
+the most affluent of the time. Elaborate artifacts of conch and copper
+were more numerous at Spiro than at any other prehistoric site in North
+America.
+
+The Spiro site reached its peak as an inhabited ceremonial center
+between A.D. 900 and 1200 when the village and public buildings covered
+nearly 100 acres, with a sizeable village occupying an upland ridge and
+portions of the adjacent bottomlands. During this time, two sets of
+earthworks were constructed: one on the upland ridge which contained a
+ring of eight mounds erected over the remains of burned or dismantled
+special buildings, and one on the bottomlands where three mounds were
+built.
+
+In contrast to other mound centers along the Mississippi, Ohio and
+Tennessee Rivers, the Spiro site was never fortified by either moat or
+palisade. Despite their wealth and influence, the Spiroans apparently
+had little fear of outsiders. Archaeologists assume that they felt
+secure with their military control of a most strategic site. The Spiro
+inhabitants depicted themselves as fierce warriors in engraved images on
+shell cups and gorgets (pendants worn at the throat). It is clear that
+Spiro was the most powerful of a group of at least 15
+political-religious centers in northeast Oklahoma. All of these centers
+were located at strategic frontier points along navigable waterways in
+the area, thus allowing Spiroans or their allies to monitor all traders,
+travelers, or potential enemies coming into their sphere of influence.
+These northeast Oklahoma natives could easily launch forays into
+neighboring regions from these sites. Utilizing canoes, parties were
+sent out to hunt, trade, raid or complete diplomatic missions.
+
+Between A.D. 900 and 1350 Spiro was clearly an important
+political/religious center. It was also the home of artisans who
+influenced the ideas and works of many southeastern peoples. Conch shell
+and copper were favored materials for Spiro artisans. They used a
+variety of techniques including engraving and embossing, depicting
+elaborate scenes of dance, gaming, warriors, and mythological creatures.
+Among the latter were winged serpents, antlered serpents, spiders, and
+catlike monsters that later became important in the mythologies of
+historic southeastern tribes. At Spiro, however, the animal figures
+favored by early artisans were later replaced by humanlike figures.
+
+For two or three centuries, Spiro and its satellite centers flourished.
+Around A.D. 1250, they began to change their way of life. Frontier
+settlements were abandoned, some people completely left northeast
+Oklahoma, and others began congregating along the Grand and Arkansas
+Rivers. From A.D. 1200 to 1400, a large community developed on the
+uplands and terraces around the Spiro site; however few, if any, people
+were actually living at the site itself. Apparently, they only visited
+the mounds periodically for certain rituals and ceremonies. Mound
+construction continued, and many people were buried in Craig Mound.
+Their diverse graves and burial associations attest to the presence of a
+highly developed hierarchy of political-religious leaders. Of the more
+than 700 burials discovered at Craig Mound, most are believed to have
+been deposited during this time. Many of these burials may represent the
+remains of leaders from other communities who were brought to Spiro for
+burial. Because so few “status goods” are known from other northeast
+Oklahoma centers, either the distribution of wealth among leaders was
+very unequal or it was being deposited at Spiro along with its deceased
+owners who had been the leaders of other centers. By A.D. 1450, the
+dominant priestly chiefs were no longer evident in Spiro society; trade
+and influence among Southeastern chiefdoms were no more; and ritual
+mound construction at the Spiro site had apparently ceased.
+
+By the mid-sixteenth century, Spiro’s descendants were living in hamlets
+scattered along the Arkansas River between Muskogee and Spiro. Their
+settlements consisted of small, less substantial houses with many nearby
+storage and trash pits. For the first time in their history, these
+people were hunting bison extensively. The use of buffalo and increased
+use of storage pits indicates that Spiro’s descendants were becoming
+part-time hunters and farmers. After storing fall harvests, they left
+their homes to hunt bison in the upper reaches of the Grand and
+Verdigris Rivers. Travel was by canoe, with meat, hides and bones being
+carried back to villages in early winter. Another noteworthy feature of
+these later people’s cultural change was their adoption of ideas and
+tools which had long been common with the Plains Indians. As trade with
+the Southeastern chiefdoms decreased, that with the Plains people
+increased.
+
+The principal stimulus for this marked change is believed to have been
+the onset of a drier climate around A.D. 1200. This change adversely
+affected the ability of northeast Oklahoma villagers to produce crops,
+eventually causing them to move downstream toward the Arkansas River
+Valley where summer rainfall remained dependable for growing corn,
+beans, squash, and sunflowers. However, this increase in population
+placed more demand on the available soils and resources, creating
+ecological and social stresses that Spiro leaders could not resolve. It
+is thought that this eventually brought about the decline of these
+leaders’ political and religious power, thus undermining the Spiro
+society’s high level of organization and cultural development. By A.D.
+1450, the Spiro site was abandoned. And, by 1719, when eastern Oklahoma
+was first visited by Europeans, the natives were bison hunting,
+part-time farmers of a tribe now part of the Wichitas.
+
+Today, barges laden with Oklahoma grain, coal and oil travel down the
+Arkansas River to eastern manufacturing cities and ports. From distant
+places come equipment parts, fertilizer, asphalt, pulp products and
+steel needed by Oklahoma’s farms and businesses. Ten miles west of Fort
+Smith, Arkansas, all river traffic passes through one of the locks and
+dams on the Arkansas River Navigational Canal, just a short distance
+from the Spiro Mounds site. Even today, the Spiro area is important in
+trade, commerce, and travel, and the mounds stand as silent monuments to
+a people who, for their day, attained levels of technical, artistic,
+commercial, political and religious achievement that rival our own.
+
+    [Illustration: {Arkansas River 10 Navigational Canal}]
+
+Although still an enigma in many ways, the Spiro Mounds have yielded
+much information. The thousand year record of the mounds provides us
+with valuable insights about this land, its resources and climate. They
+are lessons which can be applied today as Oklahoma’s towns grow rapidly
+and industry increases in size and scope. As we already know, a two-year
+summer drought can seriously drain water reserves and create political
+problems among northeast Oklahoma communities. What will happen if,
+instead of two years, this region undergoes a 20-year drought? The
+record of the past shows us that this is possible. Perhaps the long-term
+consideration of present practices can make use of the legacy of
+knowledge gained about the Spiro people. Present-day Oklahomans may feel
+as secure as prehistoric Oklahomans at Spiro, but current demands on the
+Arkansas River Basin are greater. We must find a better solution than
+our predecessors, whose intriguing artifacts and mounds are all that
+remain.
+
+
+
+
+               _Spiro Mounds Park and current activities_
+
+
+_Spiro Mounds State Park is located in Spiro, Oklahoma on the bank of
+the Arkansas River. It is Oklahoma’s only Archaeological State Park and
+is a National Historic Landmark. The Park land is leased from the United
+States Corps of Engineers to the Oklahoma Department of Tourism and
+Recreation. The Department has developed the present Park and manages
+its facilities and interpretive activities including an interpretive
+center and trail system. The Park is open daily and admission to the
+public is free. The Oklahoma Archaeological Survey carries out
+excavations at the Park and publishes scientific findings and
+interpretations. The Stovall Museum has produced interpretive programs
+and exhibits about the Spiro Mounds, with the assistance of the Survey.
+The Museum also has a large and important collection of archaeological
+materials from Spiro, and serves as the state repository for newly
+excavated artifacts. The Oklahoma Foundation for the Humanities
+(formerly Oklahoma Humanities Committee) has funded several
+Spiro-related projects which have presented information and objects to
+the public through a series of exhibits, lectures and educational
+programs._
+
+_The exhibition, Spiro Mounds: Prehistoric Gateway ... Present-day
+Enigma, accompanying interpretive materials, and public program
+activities have been funded by the Oklahoma Foundation for the
+Humanities (formerly the Oklahoma Humanities Committee), the National
+Endowment for the Humanities, the University of Oklahoma Foundation,
+Inc., and the University of Oklahoma. The project has been sponsored and
+produced by the Oklahoma Archaeological Survey and the Stovall Museum of
+Science and History._
+
+
+_Cover design from an engraved shell cup (160, Craig A) unearthed at
+Spiro Mounds, drawn by LaDonna Harris from Phillips and Brown, 1978._
+
+_Graphic design: Roger A. Vandiver_
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+—Silently corrected a few typos.
+
+—Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook
+  is public-domain in the country of publication.
+
+—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by
+  _underscores_.
+
+—In the HTML version only, added page numbers.
+
+
+
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+
+                           THE TIME OF COLD
+
+                            BY MARY CARLSON
+
+              Queer creatures! They fled the life-giving
+                sun and hid where even tin froze solid!
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+             Worlds of If Science Fiction, September 1963.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Curt felt the airship going out of control as he passed over a rock
+spattered stretch of sand. Automatically he looked for a smooth place
+to land and steered the bucking ship for it. The jolt of the landing
+triggered the ejector seat and in a second he was hurtling through the
+air away from the explosion of the damaged vehicle. Just before he
+blacked out, he thought--almost calmly--"a good hundred and fifty miles
+from the colony."
+
+When he regained consciousness, night was passing and the first of the
+three suns was peeking over the horizon. Curt lay still for a while,
+afraid to find out what might be wrong with him. And the rescue ship
+could take anything from an hour to a week to find him. He moved his
+head to discover if there might be anything left of his ship; he saw
+nothing but pieces.
+
+"Well," he said aloud, "so much for that." He reached back gingerly
+and undid the seat straps. Carefully, he sat up and began to ease his
+weight onto his feet. A sharp twinge of pain in his knee dropped him
+back to a sitting position. He probed at the knee but found no broken
+bones.
+
+"Well," he said again, quietly. The colony leaders had had very little
+to offer in the way of survival. Rule number 1: Mark the crash site and
+your direction of travel. Number 2: Get into shade before the combined
+heat of the three suns boils your blood. Number 3: Carry your pistol
+for protection against liquid scorpions, and always save the last
+pellet for yourself.
+
+Curt glanced about nervously at the thought of the liquid
+scorpions--the one form of animal life the colonist had found on this
+mineral-rich planet. Liquid scorpions were enormous masses of clear,
+jellyish liquid that oozed forward across the rock and sand with
+remarkable speed. A liquid scorpion changed shape constantly, its mass
+shooting out legs wherever they were needed. Only the eyes, fixed in a
+bulge over the center of its mass, and the almost-solid, curved stinger
+that arched over its back remained the same.
+
+The first landing party had stood transfixed while one of the crew was
+attacked and absorbed before their eyes. Clear, the scorpion had been
+almost invisible to them until it flowed about the navigator's legs and
+paralyzed him with the swaying stinger. When his frantic struggles had
+ceased, the creature flowed over his body and absorbed it. As the party
+watched, the clearness slowly became a thin, dark red, and the body
+could no longer be seen.
+
+Avengers had poured out of the ship after the giant scorpion, which
+reared back, tripling its height and halving its width. At the apex,
+the two protruding eyes bulged at them and the stinger swayed back and
+forth, reaching out and retreating. Explosive pellets fired into its
+flesh were absorbed with a slurping sound. The captain in the end, had
+knelt and taken careful aim at the right eye, behind which was the
+only unreddened sector of the mass. When the right eye disappeared,
+the clear area spurted out of the hole and drained over the jelly-like
+surface. Slowly, silently, the first of the liquid scorpions died.
+
+Curt counted the pellets in his belt--an even hundred. Enough ... if
+he managed to keep out of sight and had good enough aim. He surveyed
+the surrounding countryside. Farther along the valley were shaded caves
+where he could find protection once he had marked his course.
+
+If he could walk that far.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Xen came sluggishly awake, feeling the warmth penetrate his mass. The
+time of heat had come again, the time to search for what would halt the
+hunger that ached through every inch of him.
+
+Slowly, his cold-stiffened mass flowed forward from its hiding place in
+the warmth-holding sand. The heat melted the stiffness out of him and
+he began to slide across the sand, his alert senses functioning again.
+Sense of touch led him across rocks and over ridges easily. The touchy
+sense of vibration waited apprehensively for movement that would
+shake the ground. And the third sense, the one that could be called
+only "sense" or "sense of knowing," functioned as always without his
+understanding. Today, this third sense told Xen, was different from
+other days.
+
+Extra-cautious, Xen oozed over rocky barriers in the direction that his
+"sense" told him held food. Once he felt a slight tremor, and in terror
+flooded out over the rock into thin, transparent nothing. He waited
+several degrees of heat, but no further movement touched the sensitive
+receivers in his mass.
+
+A falling rock, he decided, collecting himself and starting forward
+again. He slithered down rocky walls, pouring almost like water when
+the drop was long and drawing together at the bottom. When his feeling
+of touch warned him of the shade whose coolness might solidify him and
+leave him helpless in the open, he drew hurriedly away and changed
+direction.
+
+Finally, he reached an open spot that was likely to contain food.
+His mass ached for something to consume, but he flooded himself thin
+again and waited, feeling. There was no vibration through the surface,
+nor did his "sense" tell him of anything other than the possibility
+of nourishment. Xen hesitated only a degree of heat before bubbling
+excitedly into the open space.
+
+Touch found him something edible almost immediately--he flowed around
+and over it, absorbing it hungrily. His mass dissolved it almost
+immediately and ached for more. He slid thin, reaching out in every
+direction until contact was made, then absorbing the food instantly and
+moving on.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Curt, lying in meager shade that would be gone in half an hour when
+the third and largest sun rose, first saw the movement when it was on
+the rocks. His already frayed nerves gave a frightened leap. He lay
+perfectly still. Where he had seen the movement on the rocky shelf
+there was now nothing.
+
+The nothing moved forward.
+
+Curt shivered. He was certain he was seeing nothing, and yet his eyes
+were trying to tell him there was movement. When it reached the flat
+place and flowed swiftly forward, he realized that it was a liquid
+animal and was suddenly pointedly conscious of the weight of the pistol
+against his hip.
+
+He watched carefully for the eyes and the stinger, but saw none. That
+frightened him. If he could not find the brain, he had no mark to
+shoot at. As he watched, the liquid creature flowed against one of the
+hardy, sun-browned plants and jerked in reaction. Instantly, it flowed
+over the plant and absorbed it. The liquid turned momentarily a thin
+brownish green and then cleared again.
+
+Curt watched it with narrowed eyes. It was just possible that this
+creature ate only plant life. The colonists had realized that the
+liquid scorpions had fed upon something else before they arrived, but
+no one had been able to discover what that something was.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Xen was in the process of absorbing a plant when the vibration sense
+alerted him. Terror shot through him and he spread thinly across thirty
+feet of ground and lay motionless, his "sense" telling him frantically
+that a Sting was hunting nearby.
+
+He lay for many degrees of heat, waiting. Sense of vibration and
+knowing both told him that the Sting was approaching, but uncertainly,
+searching. Then both senses reacted startledly to a new danger on the
+other side. New movement! A new feeling that his "sense" could not
+understand.
+
+The Sting was approaching at an angle that would inevitably bring it in
+contact with Xen. Absorption was the penalty for being caught. Xen was
+resigned to death, for he could not possibly escape the Sting. And now
+there was this new sensation on the other side of him. Whatever it was,
+he had no idea; but likely it was as voracious as the Sting.
+
+Now the new thing vibrated jerkily around him and stopped between him
+and the Sting. The vibrations from the eager Sting accelerated rapidly,
+eagerly, as it flowed over the ground. Then, for no reason except that
+the new creature had moved slightly, the Sting recoiled. The jerks were
+plainly recorded through the earth to Xen; and as he felt the heavy
+jar, his "sense" told him that the danger from the Sting was past. The
+Sting was dead.
+
+Xen drew himself together and considered that.
+
+The new thing vibrated jerkily the place from which Xen had first felt
+it move. It must be solid as the rocks to move so jerkily, Xen thought.
+The Sting-killer drew itself back under the enormous rock and ceased to
+move.
+
+Curiosity drew Xen forward, fear dragged him back. He spread thin and
+drew together with uncertainty. At last, he oozed forward carefully
+until he reached the rock. The Sting-killer was pressed back under the
+rock, where touch told Xen a tiny amount of the cold-carrying shade
+remained. Xen puzzled at that. Why should this creature hide from the
+life-giving suns?
+
+He reached out and absorbed a plant thoughtfully. This thing was
+different from the liquid structures he had always known. If it was
+solid where they were liquid, perhaps then it was also opposite in its
+needs. Maybe this Sting-killer needed cold instead of heat.
+
+While Xen was considering this difficult thought, the Sting-killer
+began to move again.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Curt gasped. The shade was gone. The third sun was reaching long rays
+under the rock to sear his already-burned flesh. He had to find more
+shade.
+
+Movements were very painful. His lips were cracking and his face had
+blackened. The injured knee had swollen inside the protective suit; it
+throbbed and ached. Dazedly, he pulled himself to his feet.
+
+On the rock beside him, spread an inch thick, was the almost-invisible
+creature he had been forced to circle in order to stop the liquid
+scorpion. He wondered tiredly if it was dangerous. It lay completely
+motionless, just as it had when the liquid scorpion had approached. So
+it was probably more afraid of him than he was of it. He turned away.
+There appeared to be shade down the valley--perhaps a mile, perhaps
+three. Too much for him, he knew, but he set out, feeling the sun beat
+cruelly at him, crying out when the pain in his knee forced him to
+catch his balance against the sun-heated rock.
+
+He knew without turning that the liquid creature was following him,
+stopping when he stopped, starting when he started. When he knew he
+could go no farther and felt his knee give weakly to his weight, he saw
+it ooze forward and began to flow over his legs. He tried to reach his
+pistol, but it seemed so far away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Xen, following the Sting-killer curiously, put together all that he had
+learned. This creature was different from himself. It needed shade. It
+had killed his enemy, which was possibly also its own enemy. Now it was
+trying to reach the shade, but its progress grew steadily slower.
+
+He considered that progress. The only thing he could liken it to was
+one of his own kind, caught out in the time of cold, trying to reach
+the heat-retaining sands, slowly congealing into a solid mass and
+dying. This, then, was the reverse process. Perhaps the Sting-killer
+would become liquid after a certain degree of heat.
+
+Xen's sense of knowing warned him gently about too much wandering
+in the open, where countless Stings could be hiding. He drew back,
+unwilling to stop following this interesting creature. The Sting-killer
+vibrated the ground and lay still suddenly. Xen waited for a "sense" of
+death but none came. This might be for the new thing a stage similar to
+that when one of Xen's own kind became unable to move from the cold,
+but still lived and feared.
+
+Caught between his own fear and a very strange sensation that he could
+not interpret, Xen waited a degree of heat. Then he oozed forward and
+spread himself over the still shape, until it floated within him. When
+he flowed over one part, the thing struggled pitiably. Xen drew back
+startedly and the movement ceased. Carefully, he retraced his course,
+leaving the part free. This time there was no struggling.
+
+Spurred by fear of Stings, Xen began to flow across the land, letting
+his "Sense" guide him to the coldness. He slithered up slopes, poured
+over steep drops, always collecting himself in time to catch his burden.
+
+He found a place that would stay cold until the next time of heat
+and halted in front of it, his anxiety evident in the way he spread
+and collected himself, back and forth. At last he inched forward,
+feeling the agony of the cold bite into every cell. Bunching himself
+behind the Sting-killer, he made it flow along him until it broke
+free and lay upon the shaded rock. Xen drew back as hurriedly as his
+already-sluggish mass would allow. He spread thin across the earth and
+let the heat liquefy his body again....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+It was when the time of cold was only a few degrees away that Xen felt
+the heavy vibration which nearly made him dissolve with fear. It lasted
+for a few degrees and then weakened and made only a small tremor. Now
+many smaller vibrations reached him, like many creatures moving about.
+The tremors spread out, moving slowly toward the rocky valley.
+
+Xen lay still trying to identify the vibrations. They were not those of
+Stings. As they approached, he recognized them as resembling in great
+numbers the creature he had put upon the rock.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Curt imagined he heard voices, an incoherent babble of them. He
+struggled to sit up, but there was an incredible weight on his chest.
+
+"Lie still," a voice said clearly, and his mind echoed, "Still ...
+still ... still...."
+
+He struggled again. "Liquid," he croaked painfully, "liquid animal ...
+liquid...." The weight was still there. He heard one last voice say,
+"Poor guy, he must have run into scorpions."
+
+Then he was lifted and it seemed as though the lifting would never
+cease.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Xen waited until the small tremor was gone and the great vibration had
+roared and disappeared. He knew by the sense of emptiness that the
+Sting-killer had gone back to his own kind. For a moment he felt very
+alone, though he knew the sand was full of Xens.
+
+Slowly, he drew himself together. For the time of cold was but a few
+degrees away, and he must seek the warm sands.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE PIRATES
+
+or, HOW THE ENEMY CRAFT OF PIRATE FOX WAS SUNK
+
+and, THE BOB CAT NEARLY SPOILED A NUTTING PARTY
+
+also, UNCLE WIGGILY AND NURSE JANE GATHER MAY FLOWERS
+
+
+TEXT BY HOWARD R. GARIS
+
+Author of THREE LITTLE TRIPPERTROTS and BED TIME STORIES
+
+PICTURED BY LANG CAMPBELL
+
+NEWARK, N. J.
+
+CHARLES E. GRAHAM & CO.
+
+NEW YORK
+
+
+
+
+IF YOU LIKE THIS FUNNY LITTLE PICTURE BOOK ABOUT THE BUNNY RABBIT
+GENTLEMAN YOU MAY BE GLAD TO KNOW THERE ARE OTHERS.
+
+So if the spoon holder doesn’t go down cellar and take the coal shovel
+away from the gas stove, you may read
+
+  1    UNCLE WIGGILY’S AUTO SLED.
+  2    UNCLE WIGGILY’S SNOW MAN.
+  3    UNCLE WIGGILY’S HOLIDAYS.
+  4    UNCLE WIGGILY’S APPLE ROAST.
+  5    UNCLE WIGGILY’S PICNIC.
+  6    UNCLE WIGGILY’S FISHING TRIP.
+  7    UNCLE WIGGILY’S JUNE BUG FRIENDS.
+  8    UNCLE WIGGILY’S VISIT TO THE FARM.
+  9    UNCLE WIGGILY’S SILK HAT.
+  10   UNCLE WIGGILY, INDIAN HUNTER.
+  11   UNCLE WIGGILY’S ICE CREAM PARTY.
+  12   UNCLE WIGGILY’S WOODLAND GAMES.
+  13   UNCLE WIGGILY ON THE FLYING RUG.
+  14   UNCLE WIGGILY AT THE BEACH.
+  15   UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE PIRATES.
+  16   UNCLE WIGGILY’S FUNNY AUTO
+  17   UNCLE WIGGILY ON ROLLER SKATES.
+  18   UNCLE WIGGILY GOES SWIMMING.
+
+Every book has three stories, including the title story.
+
+
+
+
+_Made in U. S. A._
+
+Copyright 1919 McClure Newspaper Syndicate. Trade mark registered.
+
+Copyright 1920, 1922, 1924 Charles E. Graham & Co., Newark, N. J., and
+New York.
+
+
+
+
+How the Enemy Craft of Pirate Fox was Sunk
+------------------------------------------
+
+1. Once upon a time Curly and Floppy Twistytail, the two piggie boys,
+thought they would play the game of Pirate. They whittled out some
+wooden swords and made a wooden raft. On the raft they set sail across
+the duck pond ocean. “We’ll sail over to Uncle Wiggily’s bungalow and
+capture him,” grunted Curly. “What do we do after we capture him?” asked
+Floppy. “Hold him for a ransom,” said Curly.
+
+2. Uncle Wiggily, standing on shore, was surprised when the two piggie
+boys leaped off their raft and captured him. “What’s all this, boys?” he
+asked, twinkling his pink nose. “We are Pirates and we have captured
+you,” grunted Floppy. “And you can’t get away until you pay us a ransom
+of ten lollypops!” squealed Curly. So they tied Uncle Wiggily to the
+mast. The bunny gentleman laughed at the fun.
+
+3. The Fox and Wolf, hidden on shore, watched Curly and Floppy playing
+at being Pirates and capturing Uncle Wiggily. “We could do that,”
+growled the Wolf. “Do what?” asked the Fox. “Dress up and pretend to be
+Pirates,” answered the Wolf. “Those pigs will soon tire of the game. We
+can take their raft, sneak up and get Uncle Wiggily. He’ll think it is
+all in fun and, before he knows it, we’ll have him!”
+
+4. The Wolf was right. In a little while Curly and Floppy let Uncle
+Wiggily go, for the piggie boys became tired of playing the Pirate game.
+Uncle Wiggily gave them lollypops for a ransom. Then, while the piggie
+boys went to play ball, and while Uncle Wiggily was asleep on the shore,
+the Fox and Wolf, dressed like Pirates, and pretending to be friendly
+animal boys, sneaked up to capture the bunny.
+
+5. Before Uncle Wiggily was quite awake, the Fox and Wolf had caught him
+and dragged him on the piggie boys’ raft which the bad animals took.
+“Ha! Ha!” laughed Uncle Wiggily, when he saw what had happened. “This is
+a good joke! You look just like real pirates, Curly and Floppy. But why
+have you put on false faces? You didn’t do that at first. “Come, we’ve
+had enough fun! Let’s go ashore!”
+
+6. After a while Curly and Floppy grew tired of playing ball. They went
+down to the shore of the duck pond ocean to get their raft once more,
+but it was gone. “Oh, look!” squealed Floppy. “The Fox and Wolf have
+taken our raft. They dressed up as Pirates, like us, and have captured
+Uncle Wiggily! What shall we do?” Curly looked at the boat on shore. “To
+the rescue! We must sink the enemy craft!”
+
+7. No sooner said than done! Into the boat jumped Curly and Floppy.
+“We’ll make believe this piece of stove pipe is a cannon,” said Floppy.
+“And we’ll use cabbages, turnips and carrots for cannon balls!” His
+brother said that was a good idea, and off they started after the raft,
+which the Fox and Wolf were sailing away, taking Uncle Wiggily with
+them. By this time the bunny knew he was in danger.
+
+8. Straight toward the pirate raft went the boat. “Surrender!” cried
+Floppy. “Give us back Uncle Wiggily or we’ll sink you!” The Fox and Wolf
+rushed wildly about. “We ought to have guns!” howled the Fox. “Well, we
+haven’t any!” snarled the Wolf. Floppy blew talcum powder through the
+stove pipe cannon and threw cabbages, turnips and carrots until the Fox
+and Wolf were ready to jump overboard.
+
+9. One big cabbage hit the mast of the raft and broke it. A lot of
+turnips knocked apart the craft of the Pirate Fox and Wolf. Into the
+water leaped the bad chaps, hit all over with sharp carrots. “We’ll save
+you, Uncle Wiggily! We’ll save you!” called Floppy and Curly. They took
+the rabbit gentleman into the boat with them and rowed him safely to
+shore, while the Fox and Wolf clung to the broken raft.
+
+
+
+
+  And if the grasshopper doesn’t tickle the fountain pen under the chin
+       and make it spill ink on the cocoanut cake, the next pictures
+                       and story will tell how
+
+                      IT’S LOTS OF FUN TO GATHER
+                  NUTS AND ROAST THEM AT A FIRE. BUT
+         WHEN THEY CALL UPON YOUR HEAD IT’S TIME THEN TO RETIRE.
+
+
+
+
+The Bob Cat Nearly Spoiled a Nutting Party
+------------------------------------------
+
+1. One day Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the squirrel boys, ran over to
+Uncle Wiggily’s hollow stump bungalow. “Please come nutting with us,
+Uncle Wiggily!” chattered the squirrels. “The nuts ate late this year.
+We’ll find the trees loaded.” So while Uncle Wiggily held his tall silk
+hat beneath a chestnut tree, the squirrel boys knocked nuts into-it.
+“We’ll have a nut party!” laughed the bunny gentleman.
+
+2. “We ought to have more than one kind of nuts at a party!” cried
+Johnnie, when the bunny’s hat was nearly full. “I know where there’s a
+hazel bush!” said Billie. “Let’s go there!” proposed Uncle Wiggily. And
+when the three friends reached the hazel nut bush, the wind was blowing
+so hard that it blew the nuts off the bush and into the bunny’s hat, and
+the caps of the squirrel chaps. It was jolly fun!
+
+3. “Haven’t we enough nuts now for a little party?” asked Johnnie. “I
+think so,” answered Uncle Wiggily. “We’ll make a little camp fire on a
+big rock in the woods, and roast the chestnuts. The hazel nuts do not
+need roasting.” Soon a jolly party was gathered around the camp fire.
+Just then along came the sneaky Bob Cat. “Oh ho!” said the Bob Cat to
+himself, “I guess I’ll have some ears to nibble now!”
+
+4. All of a sudden, while Uncle Wiggily and the squirrels were roasting
+the nuts, up sprang the Bob Cat. Before the bunny could do anything he
+was caught and tied in a wild grape vine, and so were the squirrel boys.
+“I’ll take you off to my den,” said the bad Bob Cat, “and I’ll nibble
+your ears when I get you there!” Uncle Wiggily begged and pleaded, but
+the Bob Cat would not let him loose. Oh, dear!
+
+5. On his way to his den the Bob Cat led Uncle Wiggily and the two
+squirrels beneath a horse chestnut tree. Then Johnnie had an idea. He
+quickly whispered to Uncle Wiggily while the Bob Cat was looking the
+other way. Then the squirrel boy said: “Oh, Mr. Bob Cat, here are some
+fine big nuts! Wouldn’t you like us to get you some of these nuts before
+you nibble our ears?” The Bob Cat said he thought he would.
+
+6. “If you loosen us we'll climb up and get you some great big horse
+chestnuts!” chattered the squirrels to the Bob Cat. They didn’t tell him
+horse chestnuts weren’t good to eat. “Very well,” snarled the Bob Cat.
+“I'll loosen you long enough to have you get me some nuts. But I'll tie
+Uncle Wiggily fast to the tree trunk,” and this was done. “We'll jiggle
+nuts on the Bob Cat,” said Billie to Johnnie, whispering.
+
+7. All of a sudden, when the Bob Cat was right under big clusters of the
+sharp, stickery nuts, the squirrel boys began shaking down the horse
+chestnuts. “Bing! Bang! Bung!” they fell all over the Bob Cat, pricking
+him like a dozen pin cushions. “Stop! Stop! That’s enough!” howled the
+bad chap. But Johnnie and Billie danced the harder, sending down more
+prickery nuts to stick the Bob Cat. None hit the bunny.
+
+8. Johnnie and Billie shook down so many of the big horse chestnuts in
+their stickery green husks, that the Bob Cat was covered almost over his
+head. Every time the Bob Cat moved and tried to get out from beneath the
+nuts, they only pricked him the harder. “Oh, wow!” howled the bad chap!
+“Come on!” cried Johnnie to Billie as they scrambled down the tree.
+“Let’s untie Uncle Wiggily and run!”
+
+9. While the Bob Cat was trying to crawl out from beneath the pile of
+stickery horse chestnuts, Johnnie and Billie quickly loosened the grape
+vine ropes from around Uncle Wiggily. None of the sharp nuts had fallen
+on the bunny gentleman. “Good-bye, old Bob Cat!” cried the squirrel
+boys, as they tossed a few more nuts on the pile, to make sure the bad
+chap wouldn’t get out and chase them. But he couldn't!
+
+
+
+
+  And if the egg beater doesn’t try to turn the rubber plant into an
+       umbrella for the gold fish, the next pictures and story
+                          will tell how
+
+               UNCLE WIGGILY WENT ONE DAY, HIS BASKET
+            TO FILL WITH FLOWERS OF MAY. AND, THOUGH HE
+       GATHERED BLOSSOMS BRIGHT, HE ALSO HAD A TERRIBLE FIGHT.
+
+
+
+
+Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane Gather May Flowers
+-----------------------------------------------
+
+1. One day Uncle Wiggily invited Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy to come with him
+to the woods. “We shall gather a basket of May flowers,” said the bunny
+rabbit. “Yes, and I suppose I shall catch cold and have the
+sniffle-snuffles,” laughed the muskrat lady housekeeper. “But, come
+along. Perhaps we shall have some adventures.” So, in the woods, the
+bunny gentleman and Nurse Jane gathered flowers.
+
+2. “I see some red flowers over here,” said Nurse Jane, after a time.
+“I’m going to pick them.” She moved away from Uncle Wiggily. But while
+the bunny was filling his basket, suddenly Nurse Jane came running back
+all out of breath. “Oh, Uncle Wiggily!” she gasped. “The Skillery
+Scallery Alligator is crawling after me! What shall I do?” Uncle Wiggily
+twinkled his pink nose and said: “Let me think!”
+
+3. Surely enough, while Uncle Wiggily was thinking and twinkling his
+pink nose, along came the Skillery Scallery Alligator with humps on his
+tail. “Well, Uncle Wiggily,” cried Nurse Jane, “Have you thought of
+anything yet?” The bunny rabbit quickly jumped along with his basket of
+flowers, at the same time grasping Nurse Jane’s paw. “Yes,” he said, “I
+think we had better run! Come on!”
+
+4. But though Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane ran very fast, the ’Gator
+still came on after them, and at last the muskrat lady said: “We shall
+never escape. You had better think again, Uncle Wiggily.” So the bunny
+rabbit did. He saw an old stump, covered with toad stools. “I’ll make
+myself look like a stump,” he said to Nurse Jane, “and you cover
+yourself with blossoms so you look like a flower bed.”
+
+5. Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane disguised themselves, and only just in
+time. Along came the Alligator. “Well,” he growled, “I thought I saw
+Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane, but I must have made a mistake. All I see
+is an old stump or two and a bed of flowers. I can’t eat them. I want
+ears to nibble!” The Alligator ambled away and Uncle Wiggily and Nurse
+Jane stood up and thankfully shook paws. Wait a moment!
+
+6. The rabbit gentleman and Nurse Jane had no more than stopped their
+hearts from beating wildly, than the muskrat lady said: “Hark! I think
+some other bad animal is coming!” And, surely enough, along stalked the
+Woozie Wolf. “Come on!” whispered Uncle Wiggily to Nurse Jane. “We must
+run again, I think!” Nurse Jane said the same thing. “We’re not getting
+many flowers for your May basket,” she said.
+
+7. Suddenly, right in the path of Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane appeared
+a pond of water. “Oh, dear me! We're caught!” cried the muskrat lady.
+“You can’t swim, Wiggy, and we haven’t time to run around the pond. What
+shall we do?” Uncle Wiggily twinkled his pink nose. “We’ll wade into the
+pond and pretend to be water lilies. We'll come out after the Wolf
+passes. He’ll think we’re May blossoms.”
+
+8. Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane waded into the pond, crouching down and
+hiding every bit of themselves but their faces. Their faces they held
+flat on the water trying to make themselves look like pond lilies. Up
+came the hungry Wolf. “Well, I think I had better get myself some
+glasses,” growled the bad chap. “I thought sure I saw Uncle Wiggily and
+Nurse Jane, but here are only leaves and lilies.”
+
+9. When the old Wolf slunk away, Nurse Jane and Uncle Wiggily crawled
+out of the pond. “I suppose you'll scold me, Nurse Jane, for making so
+much trouble with my May basket and getting you all wet,” spoke the
+bunny rabbit. “Oh, not at all! Not at all!” laughed the muskrat lady. “I
+had quite a jolly time! I am all wet and we haven't any flowers in the
+basket. But we fooled the Wolf and 'Gator!”
+
+
+
+
+When you have finished reading this nice little book, perhaps you
+would like to read a larger volume about Uncle Wiggily.
+
+If so, go to the book store and ask the Man for one of the Uncle
+Wiggily Bedtime Story Books, they have a lot of Funny Pictures in and
+31 stories—one for every night in the month. If the book store man has
+none of these volumes ask him to get you one or send direct to the
+Publishers,
+
+A. L. BURT COMPANY,
+
+114 EAST 23rd STREET
+
+NEW YORK CITY
+
+
+
+
+LOOK HERE!
+
+This handsome book has large color pictures throughout and wonderful
+stories. Ask the book store man for _Adventures of Uncle Wiggily_.
+
+CHARLES E. GRAHAM & Co.
+
+NEWARK, N. J.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Uncle Wiggily and The Pirates, by Howard R. Garis
+
+
+
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+
+
+                     The Man Who Killed the World
+
+                  _PLANET STORIES_ Short-Short Story
+
+                              By RAY KING
+
+            Groff ruled the world through Fear. Fear of his
+            awful power ... his twisted, mad brain. For one
+             day that brain would crack. When it did, the
+              World would dissolve in cataclysmic Chaos.
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                      Planet Stories Spring 1940.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+In his little tower, perched at the very peak of the great terraced
+pile of buildings which was his home and his citadel, Peter Groff sat
+brooding with hatred. The city, its factories, its vast plowed fields,
+lay stretched below him. Millions of humans, at play in little games.
+How he hated them! And they hated him--hated and feared him. It made
+him chuckle. For all his life he had worked and schemed and fought to
+make himself a power. The richest, most powerful man in the world--he
+had attained it. They had called him cruel, in his youth, with his
+ruthless business methods. He had laughed. Then they had no longer
+dared call him anything which would anger him. And he had laughed at
+that, while he had bought their governments and their armies with his
+money.
+
+He was laughing now as he thought of it. In seventy years he had made
+the name Peter Groff a thing at which to tremble. Over all the earth,
+from the heads of his groveling puppet governments down to the lowliest
+child driving a plow in the fields, there was no one who did not
+secretly fear Groff, the power of his money, the sound of anger in his
+voice. Here in his citadel his servants trembled--and hated him. It was
+funny, because by their methods they had gotten nothing; and he had
+gotten everything.
+
+Alone in his little tower, he sat and brooded. There was little else
+to do now, and he enjoyed it--this contemplation of himself and his
+achievements. The mirror beside which he sat reflected his image. He
+stared at himself. His trusted companion. His face, thin-lipped, was
+grim with its power. His eyes gleamed with it--eyes at which everyone
+shivered with fear. The banked rows of his television tuning knobs were
+within reach of his hand. And he decided that it would be amusing to
+look and to listen from some of the newscasters' vantage points at what
+was transpiring down in the city streets. He chose one in the factory
+district, over by the river. They were the people who had least.
+
+The little cathode mirror presently was glowing with the scene he
+had selected. It was a tube-lit city arcade, far down by the lowest
+level of the Inter-urban railway. Subterranean shops were along its
+sides--places where people with the tiniest fraction of money might
+spend it for something which wasn't worth having.
+
+And as he stared, from one of the shops a young couple came--a
+dark-haired, slender young man and a girl who was pretty, and who was
+laughing. They were poorly dressed. They had nothing. But they were
+laughing; and suddenly they were struggling as the young man fastened
+upon the girl's dress the bauble he had bought, and then was trying to
+kiss her for his payment. The scuffle was over in a moment; and Groff
+heard from his microphone the girl's gasping, murmured words:
+
+"Oh, Jac--I'm so happy--"
+
+Groff stiffened. His thin, lined face was grim as he reached and cut
+off the image and the murmuring voice....
+
+Something happened to Peter Groff that summer night. He wasn't
+conscious of it; he only knew that he was enraged as though an attack
+had been made upon him. Atrocious things which menaced him needed
+crushing. He pondered it, grim with his planning....
+
+Near dawn, some of his servants knew that something had happened. They
+heard him, with his wild laughter coming in an eerie muffled blur from
+his little tower. Then young Peller dared go up to see what might be
+the matter.
+
+"Is there anything you need of me, Master?" he asked.
+
+Groff was staring from his great armchair. "Not now, Peller. But I've
+just discovered how to solve the situation very quickly. The Master has
+just made up his mind, Peller."
+
+It was gratifying to see the terror and confusion on Peller's face.
+Groff's gesture drove the servant away, so that he would go down into
+the corridors of the citadel and whisper with all the other servants as
+they trembled, thinking the Master might be displeased with them.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The thing took Groff more than a year. The thousands of men whom he
+sent secretly throughout the world did as he commanded, and did not
+know why they were doing it. Poor fools. The great scientist who for so
+many years had been in Groff's employ gave him the technical knowledge
+he sought. Fools. All fools. They could not guess what he was really
+after. The lies he told them which awakened their cupidity were so easy
+for them to believe. No servant could know what any other servant was
+doing. No one could piece it together. There was only the masterful
+Groff in his tower weaving the poisonous threads of his gigantic
+enterprise into a pattern which only himself could see.
+
+Then at last he was ready. He had tracked down the identity of the
+dark-haired, slender young worker whom the laughing girl had called
+Jac. And there came the momentous night when he sent for the young man
+and the girl, and white-faced, frightened, they stood before him in his
+little tower.
+
+Groff lolled back in his big chair as he quietly regarded them. "Quite
+an honor for you, isn't it?" he said. "Seeing me in person."
+
+"What do you want of us?" the young man murmured.
+
+It was pleasing to Groff, to see his terror. "I wanted to thank you,"
+Groff said ironically. "It happened that I saw you two, one night about
+a year ago. You made me realize what I must do. So I thought I would
+tell you about it."
+
+They could only stand wordless, frightened. Groff sucked in his breath
+with anticipatory pleasure. In a moment now they would be more than
+frightened; they would be utterly terrified--and their terror would
+spread like a wave around the world.
+
+Groff was lashing himself into grim anger. "You are going to die," he
+said. At the girl's sudden little whimpering gasp he raised his hand.
+"That sort of think won't help you any. You and everyone on earth--this
+is your last night of health. Tomorrow, at dawn, you will all start
+swiftly to sicken. In a week, a month--you will be dead."
+
+How well they knew that his threats were never empty. They were huddled
+together now, with trembling arms around each other as they stared
+at him. He lashed himself further into anger as he told them that he
+realized how millions of people were conspiring to the end that Groff
+might suffer misfortune. A menace which he could no longer tolerate....
+How those millions would squirm as they saw death coming upon them! The
+supreme power of Groff at last demonstrated to its ultimate. Queer that
+he had never thought of this logical climax to his great career--not
+until that little incident a year ago when this young couple had caused
+him to envisage it.
+
+He was telling them now what he had done.... The little depots all
+over the earth, compressed with caged bacteria. Little time-bombs--all
+to explode within thirty minutes of this present instant. The women
+and children, the aged, would die first. But the polluted air, the
+contagion spreading everywhere--in a week, a month, the swift and
+deadly bacteria would leave no one alive.
+
+"You--are going to do this to us?" young Jac murmured at last.
+
+"Why not? It is my destiny." Never had Groff felt so quiet and
+comfortable a thrill as now; and this was only the beginning. "Others
+before me have tried their little conquests," he said with his grim
+smile. "Men who wanted power, and got it, just in a small way and for
+a little while. There was one--I recall reading about him--one who was
+so foolish to disclose all his plans by writing them in a book, years
+before he had a chance to accomplish them. I am not like him. I tell
+you now, when there is a scant thirty minutes before your inevitable
+annihilation begins."
+
+"You hate your fellow men so much," Jac murmured impulsively, "you
+would kill yourself, just for the pleasure of killing the rest of us?"
+
+To die. It sent so strangely a queer little shiver over Groff. He had
+always felt it; but no one could ever know it, save himself. How many
+times his vaunted reckless bravery had awed his fellow man! He sat very
+straight now, and his eyes flashed.
+
+"I have never been one to fear death," he said.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+But, as always before, he knew now that he was safe enough. His armed
+citadel here was wholly safe from outside attack, even if the stricken
+multitudes should find brief strength to try and assail him. His
+retainers, thinking they were safe, would remain at their posts. Poor
+fools. At the last, even they would be stricken and Groff would retreat
+up here. Impregnable, here in the tower and its neighbor little rooms,
+he could maintain his unpolluted air, and eat the food and drink the
+water which he had stored here in such abundance. Perhaps even, nature
+would let him live the longer for his isolation.
+
+Master of the earth. The man who owned everything. Pride swelled him
+again as he thought of that poor little fool who had only wanted to
+make himself the titular leader of the earth, and in his own fatuous
+conceit had written it all down in his little book.
+
+"You have good reason to fear me," Groff said. "You realize it now?"
+
+The young couple were white-faced and trembling as they clung to each
+other. And suddenly the girl murmured,
+
+"I--I pity you."
+
+Groff caught at it, with his sudden wild rage flooding him. "You lie!"
+he rasped. "You are frightened. You are terrified of me and my revenge."
+
+"Revenge?" young Jac muttered. "I wonder what we have done to
+you--except that we live and breathe and try to be happy." His arm held
+the trembling girl closer; and he turned and gazed into her face, her
+moist red lips quivering, her eyes like misted stars as she regarded
+him. "If we are both to die," he murmured, "still we will have each
+other, Manya."
+
+"Yes," she whispered.
+
+Then it seemed that the youth was not quite so afraid as he
+straightened and fronted Groff. "Your revenge, when you kill us both,
+is not quite complete," he said with a twisted smile.
+
+They turned at Groff's gesture of dismissal. At the head of the great
+staircase which went down from the tower, dominant with his power,
+Groff stood with his heavy ornamented robe tossed over one shoulder and
+all his emblazoned insignia dangling on his chest. The young couple
+were still clinging to each other as they descended. Then they were a
+little blob, dwarfed by distance, dwindling into total insignificance.
+It was only a trick of lighting of the great staircase, of course;
+but suddenly, just before they vanished, it seemed that the light had
+magnified them into something gigantic....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The thing was over at last. It was a week? Two weeks? Three weeks?
+Groff had kept no track of the time. Exhausted with exulting he lay
+back in his chair with his instruments around him. How wonderful it
+had been. The ultimate conquest. The power of Groff and Groff alone.
+So many times it had made him think of those other conquerors--those
+little men of history who had been thrilled by their trips of triumph
+into some petty land their armies had devastated. That little man in
+his aircar, gazing in triumph, swelling himself with his pride as he
+gazed at the death and destruction he had brought to just one petty
+nation in three weeks....
+
+Groff's triumph was over now. He had seen much of it, with his
+telescopes ranging the city, and on his television mirrors before the
+television went blank. It had been queer, how people, stricken so that
+they knew they had only a few days to live, had rushed around bringing
+their families together. Queer that then they had not really seemed
+afraid. Queer how the churches had been crowded, with doomed people who
+clung together and had a strange look on their faces as though they
+were not afraid to die....
+
+Then it was over. From the immense height and safety of his little
+tower Groff sat surveying his conquered world. The man who had
+everything. The ultimate of personal power. And what would he do with
+it now? Queer thought! It was so queer, so whimsical a thought that he
+chuckled, and then was laughing at it--laughing for so long that it
+left him breathless. There was nobody here to hate. That was another
+queer thought.
+
+Was it days, or weeks or years, that now he sat alone in his little
+tower, surveying his empty world? There was nothing to do but
+gloat with pride at the greatness of himself; and to laugh at the
+whimsicality of his hungry need to be angry at his enemies who now did
+not exist. He had tired of that. Then there were times when he thought
+it would be satisfying if he killed himself, like the man who had
+written the book and who could not live when he realized that the time
+had come when no one feared him. But Groff found that he had not the
+courage to do that.
+
+It tired him to laugh so much, so that often now he sat, just anguished
+with emptiness. It was queer how that vision of the young couple
+going down his staircase seemed always here to haunt and to puzzle
+him. What had been about them that was so gigantic? The thought
+enraged him, because he knew now that it was something he might have
+wanted--something he had failed to get.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Man Who Killed the Earth, by Ray King
+
+
+
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+
+                          THE VICTORY OF KLON
+
+                         By WILBUR S. PEACOCK
+
+                "Behold, I bring my people light!" But
+             it was a deadly triumph for Klon, wriggling,
+                 slimy lord of eternally-veiled Venus.
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                       Planet Stories Fall 1941.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Klon fled from fern to fern like a drifting shadow, circling the new
+clearing that had been torn in the steamy jungle by the gleaming
+monster that had come from the eternal fog that clothed his world. He
+halted now and then, slipped into the stagnant water that covered nine
+tenths of the planet, and listened for the slightest sound that would
+warn him of a hidden watcher spying on his movements.
+
+Satisfied that he was alone in the jungle swamp, he edged closer to the
+clearing whose edge was a charred and ragged circle. His lidless eye
+gleamed phosphorescently in the darkness that never changed, bringing
+into sharp detail the shadows that were two shades of blackness for
+there were no colors on his earth.
+
+He slipped over the burned ground, wincing at the bruises given him by
+the unaccustomed hardness beneath his body. He hissed a bit in anger
+that he should suffer so, then went rigid as the thing happened again.
+
+An amazingly light shadow had suddenly come into being on the roundness
+of the gleaming visitor from somewhere above.
+
+Klon wanted that shadow, wanted that thing that was brighter than
+anything he had ever seen--and his purpose was to gain it in any way
+possible. For possession of that light shadow would make him greater
+than anyone else on the planet. Mightier even than Valok.
+
+Klon knew that his time was growing short; the nation would declare
+their new leader within a very short while, and he knew that possession
+of that light shadow was the one thing that would assure him of victory
+over his rival for leadership.
+
+His gills opened and closed automatically, involuntary muscles working
+even when his lungs worked on the damp air. He winced a bit from the
+lightness of the shadow, for never had his eye seen one that was so
+without blackness.
+
+And then Klon was at the roundness of the thing, the touch of its
+coolness sending a thrill of dread through his heart. He moved slowly
+until he was just below the circle of lightness, then climbed upwards
+with his sucker-discs.
+
+Slowly, carefully, instantly ready for flight to safety, he lifted his
+head until his eye was pressed against the light shadow. He felt tiny
+pains running through his eye, back into his head, and down into his
+body, but he gave it no heed.
+
+For he was seeing something that none other of his race had had the
+courage to face. He saw things but dimly, and the hideousness of the
+scene almost made him lose his hold.
+
+For nightmarish creatures moved within the gleaming thing, moving on
+stiff tentacles, gesturing with others, while above, on a thin neck,
+fanged mouths opened and closed in sickening motions. And the shadows
+of their skins were of shades of lightness and darkness that were
+terrifying to Klon's senses that had never met the like before.
+
+He gasped audibly, swung back from the circle of lightness, shaking
+with horror at what he had seen.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Inside the gleaming space ship, three men were seated on the
+collapsible bunks. Kurt Overland, his muscular body unclad except for
+shorts, was speaking in his even tone.
+
+"Well," he said cheerfully, even his steady voice failing to conceal
+the burning eagerness within him, "we're finally ready. I've just made
+the last repair on the things broken by landing."
+
+Frank Barker grinned at him from across the cell-like room, stretched
+his six feet of blond-topped, lanky strength happily.
+
+"Suits me," he said, "I'm tired of being cooped in this animated bullet
+that's been home for so long."
+
+"We had to wait," gray-haired Professor Kent said mildly, "After all,
+if we are met by hostile beings, we want to be able to escape."
+
+Kurt Overland grinned. "Maybe you're right, Professor," he said. "But
+I'd hate to return to Earth and say that we'd been run off before we
+had a chance to bring back proof of our expedition's success."
+
+"That would be a calamity," Barker broke in. "Remember what a devil of
+a time we had getting permission to make this flight through space.
+The President told me, just before we took off, that because of the
+many deaths in faulty rockets a law was being passed to forbid any more
+flights. He said that it was only his influence that made it possible
+for us to leave Earth on a trip to Venus, and that if we failed to make
+good there would probably be no more flights for, possibly, hundreds of
+years."
+
+"So!" Professor Kent nodded his head. "Then I am glad that we did not
+fail; for it is apparent that we are the vanguard of a new phase of our
+civilization."
+
+Kurt Overland stood, flexed his arms. "Well, come on, let's go," he
+said. "It's time we took a look around."
+
+The three of them slipped into their space suits, each of them
+tight-breathed with eagerness to explore the second of the planets.
+They were strangely silent as they dressed.
+
+"Better slip the cover over that radi-light," Professor Kent tried to
+keep his tone even. "There may be poisonous insects outside that would
+be attracted by it. We will go outside without lights, then switch them
+on when the port is closed."
+
+Frank Barker moved toward the radi-light, slipped the cover over its
+eternal brightness with a gloved hand. Then he joined the other two
+at the port. For a long second the three of them stood shoulder to
+shoulder.
+
+"Professor Kent," Kurt Overland said softly, "please go first. It is
+your right that you should be the first to step onto a world made
+accessible only by your genius."
+
+Professor Albert Kent's shoulders shook silently for a moment in great
+emotion, then straightened with pride. He nodded, swung shut his visor
+plate, dogged it securely.
+
+Barker and Overland followed suit, clicked on their radio receivers.
+They waited patiently for their leader, knowing the feelings that must
+have been his at the moment.
+
+And then, unsealing the port, clutching the American flag gently in
+his left hand ready for its planting on Venus, Professor Kent stepped
+through the port, the first human to land on the veiled planet. Behind
+him, following with a clumsy speed, came Frank Barker and Kurt Overland.
+
+"We three--" Professor Albert Kent began.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Klon dropped from the side of the ship.
+
+He paused for a moment over the lifeless bodies of the three intrepid
+explorers, then moved away, disgusted by his closeness to the horrible
+creatures he had slain so swiftly and casually.
+
+His every sense was alert for the slightest movement on the long
+gleaming thing beside him to retaliate in quick vengeance for the
+slaying of the things that lived within its belly.
+
+Klon crouched there for moments, then moved toward the ship. He climbed
+into the port entrance, leaving a thick trail of slime in his wake. He
+moved eagerly toward the small hole in the opposite wall, his heart
+thudding with bursting eagerness.
+
+He had seen Frank Barker slip the shield over the shadow that was so
+unlike anything on his earth. And now he moved through the darkness of
+the space ship, slipping surely through a darkness that was natural to
+him and his fellow creatures.
+
+He lifted the small box from its recess, turned and sped from the ship,
+vague terror and superstition overcoming the courage that had taken
+so long to build to a white heat. He rushed past the men who slept
+the eternal sleep before the port of their ship, slipped into the
+warm water at the edge of the clearing, began his long journey to the
+meeting place at which a leader would be chosen.
+
+He clasped the box close to him as he raced through the swampy jungle,
+afraid that it might disappear before he could reach his destination.
+He did not pause to examine his prize, knowing that the time was
+growing short, feeling certain a longer wait would only make the globe
+of lightness more thrilling.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The people of Klon's nation were gathered in the Council Clearing,
+silent as each of the candidates for leader extolled his own virtues
+and explained his qualification for the position as their leader.
+
+Hisses of approval and sounds of disapproval greeted each candidate as
+he placed himself on the stone at the clearing's center.
+
+And then Klon slipped into the clearing. He hissed greetings as he made
+his way to the central stone. Still clutching the box tightly to his
+body, he climbed to the top of the stone, faced his nation.
+
+A respectful silence fell as his powerful body loomed high in the air
+over the heads of his people.
+
+Klon stood for a moment, silently considering the short speech he
+intended to make. He caught the glance of Valok's eye, looked away.
+His gaze travelled over the clearing, making out familiar features of
+his people.
+
+The crowd was not large, for Klon's nation was a small one. It was
+large in the sense that no other group on the planet was as large. And
+it was the only race with useful intelligence.
+
+Klon looked at his people, and pride made his heart beat even faster.
+
+"I am here to prove to you that I am the mightiest among you," he
+hissed. "I have here the thing that will prove what I say." He lifted
+the small box so that everyone could see.
+
+A wave of interested hissing grew in sudden applause, then a respectful
+silence fell again. Klon hesitated for a moment longer, then continued:
+
+"I got this thing from the belly of the thing that came from the
+clouds, killing three horrible creatures single-handedly. Thus I have
+proved that I am clever, brave and strong."
+
+"What is this thing you have brought us, Brave Klon?" Valok's sneering
+hiss broke in upon Klon's words.
+
+"A thing that is like nothing any of you have ever seen; it is a shadow
+lighter than anything on this world," Klon said proudly, and placed the
+small box on the rock beside himself.
+
+He paused again, knowing the effect his wait would have on his
+audience. And then he whisked the cover from the radi-light, slid from
+the central stone.
+
+The radi-light flared with a dazzling, gleaming whiteness on the
+stone, bringing with it a light such as had never penetrated the
+always-present clouds that veiled Venus. Klon stood proudly to one
+side, drinking in the hissing applause and hisses of surprise and awe
+that greeted his showing of the globe of light shadow. He knew then
+that he had won the coveted leadership of his nation.
+
+"This," he hissed over the uproar of his people, "is the--"
+
+Klon gasped in sudden intolerable agony, fiery fingers of pain tearing
+at every bit of his body, cutting off his speech almost at its very
+inception. He crumpled slowly to the ground, dimly conscious that other
+cries were echoing his own.
+
+He died then, hearing the agonized hisses of his friends, his last
+sight of life being that of the globe that burned with a white-hot
+light on the top of the central stone.
+
+And slowly, but with increasing speed, his people died too. They fell
+like tiny trees before a huge storm, falling even as they tried to find
+a reason for the death around them. Like a wave eddying out from the
+central stone, death cut its merciless sweep.
+
+And within seconds there was no life in the clearing. Within seconds
+an entire nation, every intelligent being on Venus, was dead of the
+unleashed light rays, the like of which had never penetrated the miles
+of fog that lay between earth and the sun.
+
+The radi-light gleamed brightly on the central stone, shedding radiance
+over the last beings of intelligence ever to be on Venus--perhaps
+forever!
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Victory of Klon, by Wilbur S. Peacock
+
+
+
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+
+
+                               DRAWINGS
+
+                                  BY
+
+                          FREDERIC REMINGTON
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+                        NEW YORK: R. H. RUSSELL
+
+                       LONDON: LAWRENCE & BULLEN
+
+                              MDCCCXCVII
+
+              Copyright, 1897, by Robert Howard Russell.
+
+                     Printed in the United States.
+
+
+
+
+                        Concerning the Contents
+
+SOME time ago I was spending a driven but happy forenoon among those
+shops where guns, and fishing tackle, and tents, and all the various
+necessities of a Western holiday are found. My time was crowded, and
+against the column of items on my list only a few checks had been made,
+when I reached “Groceries.” Now, unless you have spent such forenoons
+and holidays yourself, the visit among the guns and fishing tackle may
+seem to raise questions of greater moment than any which could occur in
+the grocery shop. But this is not so. A man soon learns what weapons he
+prefers, and enters with his mind settled in advance; whereas, when it
+comes to evaporated vegetables, condensed soups, and pellets that can
+expand into a meal, you pause over each novelty, and with divided
+purpose wretchedly choose and unchoose until you are scarce more manlike
+than a woman. At least, such is my case; and having no minutes to
+squander this forenoon, I had pencilled my supplies to avoid discussion
+and temptation. Even while I was directing how I wished the parcels
+tied, mentioning that they were to be much jolted on the backs of
+horses, the shopman looked suddenly alert, and said this sounded like a
+camping trip. Yes, I told him in my elation, I was bound for the head
+waters of Wind River in Wyoming. Instantly the merchant fell from him;
+every trace of groceries left his expression; his eye beamed with
+eagerness, and he asked in the voice of one who gives the countersign,
+“Have you ever been to Arizona?” and hearing that I had, “I served there
+under Crook!” he exclaimed. Then names of the North and the South came
+to his lips--San Carlos, San Simon, the Gila, the Chiricahuas, the Tonto
+Basin, the forks of the Owyhee, Boise, Bidwell, Harney--he spoke of many
+familiar to me; and next we were hard at it, this old soldier and
+myself, exchanging enthusiasms, gossiping in comradeship among the dried
+prunes. Thus I wasted minutes that I could not spare, yet lost nothing
+by it; my parcels were put up right. And when this errand was finished,
+he watched me depart from the shop door, and sighed, “I should like to
+see it all again!”
+
+Since that day I have gone back to him, not always to buy groceries, but
+just to pass the word, and thus in the midst of city streets to conjure
+up Arizona, or Idaho, or Wyoming. My journeys through those regions have
+come after his time. I know none of his dangers and not many of his
+hardships. But I too have seen Summer and Winter in the Rocky Mountains,
+and the sun rise; and have slept and marched on trails where he went
+once. Between us is established a freemasonry: both of us have been _out
+there_; both of us understand. It matters not that one was an enlisted
+man campaigning against Indians, while the other is nothing but a
+voluntary pilgrim to the wilderness. Upon both alike has the wilderness
+set its spell. Yes; we certainly understand.
+
+And what is this spell? Scarcely danger, for I have met no dangers
+worthy of the name. Scarcely freedom, since the enlisted man can do by
+no means what he pleases. Scarcely the immortal lift and purity of that
+great air, which I feel, indeed, but to which I can not remember hearing
+any trooper allude. Neither will the splendor of Nature explain it; the
+inspiring vastness, the transfigurations of the sunset, the swimming
+oceans of color, rich, subtle, endless, the more inexhaustible as the
+more observed. Only the pilgrims value these things. The chance for
+riches it certainly is not, nor the chance for crime. Crime and Fortune
+are there as everywhere; but the lost pocket-book is returned when it
+would not be in a city, and you meet with few that are troubling about
+dollars. Bloody and sudden as death often is there, it is not the
+planned murder so much as the quick blow of personal vengeance, the
+primitive man dealing with his fellow as in justice he expects his
+fellow will deal with him. Finally, it is not adventure alone. Though
+roving spirits have come to their own upon the plains, and with Indians
+and cattle-driving have let loose the fervid energy no town gave room
+for, dreamers strayed there too, many dreamers, and found happiness. In
+all of this I am speaking of the wilderness as it was once, and almost
+is no more. But you will find the dreamers still, now and then, riding
+alone from horizon to horizon, paddling upon sequestered rivers,
+hermiting in quiet cabins, all of them escaped from social codes,
+reaping the reward and paying the penalty in that archaic silence. For
+indeed the silence of that world seems to have come unbroken from behind
+Genesis, to have been earlier than the beginning, to make one with the
+planets, to have known mysteries, that dwindle Rome to a show. The
+little sounds of earth do not break it. In it the painted Indian walks
+naked, the twin of its mystery. In it you can wake or sleep, and no man
+hinders. Whatever law there is, rises from the ground or falls from the
+stars. For the very living, life seems to mingle with the origin before
+the dust has returned to dust. That is the spell for trooper or for
+pilgrim. From empire to empire, our wise brains have devised conventions
+that we may live together, but our unwise hearts crave the something
+that wisdom has renounced for us. So most of those you will meet in the
+wilderness, be they doers or dreamers, have followed the heart’s desire
+and escaped back to Nature.
+
+Ah, there is a lotus also in the West! It has drugged many that have
+never returned. But if you wisely tear yourself from it and re-enter the
+fold of civilization, and in respectable content sell groceries, for
+instance, your heart will remind you of _out there_, now and then, a
+word like Owyhee or Wind River will give you a homesickness for the
+nameless magic of the plains.
+
+Those happy ones who have known it meet always in that freemasonry which
+set the soldier and me talking like old acquaintances. And therefore I
+am going to show him these drawings; for every one will speak to him of
+_out there_. He will rejoice in their truth--indeed truth is a pale
+word--it is the vibrating thing itself which seems to rise out of these
+pages. Even to me they flash and throb with life I have lived, and how
+much more to a man whose years preceded mine and who had dangers where I
+had none!
+
+I have stood before many paintings of the West. Paintings of mountains,
+paintings of buffalo, paintings of Indians--the whole mystic and heroic
+pageant of our American soil; the only greatly romantic thing our
+generation has known, the last greatly romantic thing our Continent
+holds; indeed the poetic episode most deeply native that we possess.
+Long before my eyes looked upon its beautiful domain, I studied the
+paintings; but when Remington came with only a pencil, I forgot the
+rest! And now I have seen for myself, and know how he has caught alive
+not only the roped calf, or the troop cook sucking his comfortable
+corn-cob, the day-by-day facts of the wilderness, but the eternal note
+also, the pity and the awe of that epic life. He has made them visible
+by his art, and set them down as a national treasure. Look at the Pony
+War Dance. That wild fury of religion, that splendor of savagery clashes
+down to us from the Stone Age. If you will open the Old Testament where
+Joshua delayed the course of the sun, or they blew down a city wall with
+a trumpet, you will come upon the same spirit. Look at the Medicine-men
+and the lightning. Again man’s untamed original soul communes with a God
+of vengeance and terror. Is it not like Elijah and the fire-stroke from
+heaven upon the altar? Then turn to the Sheep-herder’s breakfast. Unless
+you have known that solitude, no words of mine can tell you how
+Remington has been a poet here. With some lines and smears on paper he
+has expressed that lotus mystery of the wilderness. He has taken a
+ragged vagrant with a frying-pan and connected him with the eternal. The
+dog, the pack-saddle, the ass, the dim sheep in the plain, those tender
+outlines of bluffs and ridges--it is Homer or the Old Testament again;
+time and the present world have no part here!
+
+Perhaps you do not value all this as I do. Perhaps the seamy side shuts
+you from the rest, and you shrink from the brutality of man and the
+suffering of beast. I have heard people speak thus sometimes, and give
+thanks for their books, and their bathrooms, for the opera, and for
+Europe where they can travel in a landscape seasoned by history. Well,
+Europe is richer, much richer, than any desert, and it is toward its use
+and comprehension, on the whole, that our struggling faces are set. Our
+fond, quack-ridden Republic looks, after all, toward the old world for
+its teaching. But we have a landscape seasoned by mystery, where chiefs
+and heroes move, fit subjects for the poet. If you do not see this,
+perhaps you are too near. Let me ask you to think of the bloody
+slaughters in Homer, and of all the great art you know from him to the
+present day; has not the terrible its share of notice? Doubtless you
+would have stopped Homer’s reciting to you how bodies were hacked to
+pieces beneath the walls of Troy, and how swinish were sometimes the
+companions of Ulysses. But now you read it all with pleasure. Do you
+believe Art would have amounted to much if it had excluded pain and
+ugliness and narrowed its gaze upon the beautiful alone?
+
+At any rate I am glad that we have Remington, one of the kind that makes
+us aware of things we could not have seen for ourselves. We have been
+scarce enough in native material for Art to let go what the soil
+provides us. We have often failed to value what the intelligent
+foreigner seizes upon at once. And I think as the Frontier recedes into
+tradition, fewer of us will shrink from its details. If Remington did
+nothing further, already has he achieved: he has made a page of American
+history his own.
+
+OWEN WISTER.
+
+
+
+
+DRAWINGS
+
+[Illustration: Forsythe’s Fight on the Republican River, 1868--The
+Charge of Roman Nose.]
+
+[Illustration: Coronado’s March--Colorado.]
+
+[Illustration: The Missionary and the Medicine Man.]
+
+[Illustration: Hunting a Beaver Stream--1840.]
+
+[Illustration: The Hungry Winter.]
+
+[Illustration: Fight Over a Water Hole.]
+
+[Illustration: When His Heart is Bad.]
+
+[Illustration: A Citadel of the Plains.]
+
+[Illustration: On the Northwest Coast.]
+
+[Illustration: The Sheep Herder’s Breakfast.]
+
+[Illustration: The Gold Bug.]
+
+[Illustration: An Overland-Station: Indians Coming in with the Stage.]
+
+[Illustration: The Well in the Desert.]
+
+[Illustration: The Borderland of the Other Tribe.]
+
+[Illustration: Her Calf.]
+
+[Illustration: A Government Pack Train.]
+
+[Illustration: The Charge.]
+
+[Illustration: The Pony War-Dance.]
+
+[Illustration: The Coming Storm.]
+
+[Illustration: His Death Song.]
+
+[Illustration: Protecting a Wagon Train.]
+
+[Illustration: The Water in Arizona.]
+
+[Illustration: Government Scouts--Moonlight.]
+
+[Illustration: A Crow Scout.]
+
+[Illustration: A Mountain Lion Hunting.]
+
+[Illustration: Coyotes.]
+
+[Illustration: Hostiles Watching the Column.]
+
+[Illustration: Satisfying the Demands of Justice: The Head.]
+
+[Illustration: Sketch-Book Notes.]
+
+[Illustration: The Punchers.]
+
+[Illustration: Riding-Herd in the Rain.]
+
+[Illustration: Mexican Vaqueros Breaking a “Bronc.”
+
+[Illustration: A “Sun Fisher.”
+
+[Illustration: A Running Bucker.]
+
+[Illustration: Riding the Range--Winter.]
+
+[Illustration: Snow Indian, or the Northwest Type.]
+
+[Illustration: Nez Percé Indian.]
+
+[Illustration: A Cheyenne Warrior.]
+
+[Illustration: A Greaser.]
+
+[Illustration: A Captain of Infantry in Field Rig.]
+
+[Illustration: A “Wind Jammer.”
+
+[Illustration: Cavalry Column Out of Forage.]
+
+[Illustration: Half-Breed Horse Thieves of the Northwest.]
+
+[Illustration: A Misdeal.]
+
+[Illustration: Over the Foot-Hills.]
+
+[Illustration: Taking the Robe.]
+
+[Illustration: Cowboy Leading Calf.]
+
+[Illustration: Cow Pony Pathos.]
+
+[Illustration: The Cavalry Cook with Water.]
+
+[Illustration: A Modern Cavalry Camp.]
+
+[Illustration: Fox Terriers Fighting a Badger.]
+
+[Illustration: High Finance at the Cross-Roads.]
+
+[Illustration: Sketch-Book Notes.]
+
+[Illustration: The Indian Soldier.]
+
+[Illustration: The Squaw Pony.]
+
+[Illustration: U. S. Dragoon, ’47.]
+
+[Illustration: A Scout, 1868.]
+
+[Illustration: U. S. Cavalry Officer on Campaign.]
+
+[Illustration: A Reservation Indian.]
+
+[Illustration: Solitude.]
+
+[Illustration: The Twilight of the Indian.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+                        _Adventures In Elegance_
+
+
+    [Illustration: {uncaptioned}]
+
+    [Illustration: {uncaptioned}]
+
+    [Illustration: {decorative border}]
+
+Adventuring with new recipes is part of what makes homemaking enjoyable.
+Each discovery helps to add your special touch to the foods you serve to
+family and friends.
+
+With foods like sparkling-bright canned fruit pie fillings available to
+you, it’s easy and fun to create new dishes. These fresh-fruit pie
+fillings can be used in a myriad of ways right from the can ... as
+toppings for cheese cakes, sauces for sundaes or ham slices or as rich
+fillings for quick-to-fix pies. You’ll want to try them, too, as the
+master ingredients in breads and cakes, cookies and pretty party
+desserts. Sample the offerings here and then go adventuring on your own;
+canned fruit pie fillings can add the magic that will set your meals
+apart from the rest.
+
+    [Illustration: {decorative border}]
+
+
+
+
+                      _Heavenly Homebaked Breads_
+
+
+    [Illustration: {uncaptioned}]
+
+  _Set a mood that’s both glamorous and homey with the warm fragrance
+ and taste of breads fresh from your oven. They’re wonderful any time,
+                           for any occasion!_
+
+
+Bonny Berry Bread
+
+  ½ cup butter
+  ¾ cup sugar
+  1 egg
+  ⅓ cup milk
+  2 cups sifted all-purpose flour
+  2 teaspoons baking powder
+  ½ teaspoon salt
+  1 No. 2 can (2 cups) blueberry pie filling
+
+Cream butter and sugar; beat in egg. Blend in milk. Sift together dry
+ingredients and add to creamed mixture. Spread half the batter in a
+greased 8x8x2-inch pan; cover with ¾ can blueberry pie filling. Spread
+remaining batter over pie filling; top with remaining pie filling. Mix ½
+cup sugar, ½ cup flour and ½ teaspoon cinnamon; cut in 2 tablespoons
+butter. Sprinkle crumb mixture over bread. Bake at 375° for 30 to 40
+minutes.
+
+
+Kwicky Cherry Kolaches
+
+  2 cans refrigerated crescent dinner rolls
+  1 No. 2 can (2 cups) cherry pie filling
+  1 tablespoon orange juice
+  1 cup sifted confectioners’ sugar
+
+Unroll packaged refrigerator roll dough; place 1 square made up of 2
+triangles on a floured surface. Roll or pat to even dough and make a
+6-inch square; cut in half as marked to make 2 triangles. Place
+triangles on ungreased baking sheet. Place 1 tablespoon of cherry pie
+filling in the center of the triangle. Pick up the 2 long ends, fold
+over filling, bringing them together at the center point to form a
+square; pinch edges to seal. Repeat with remaining rolls and pie
+filling. Bake at 375° for 15 minutes or until browned. Blend orange
+juice and confectioners’ sugar; drizzle over the hot rolls to glaze.
+Makes 16 rolls.
+
+  Note: Make up half the recipe using one can of rolls; cover and
+  refrigerate the remaining pie filling to use another day in fresh
+  rolls.
+
+
+Dutch Apple Coffee Cake
+
+  1 13-ounce package coffee cake mix or hot roll mix
+  1 cup water
+  2 tablespoons melted butter
+  1 egg, beaten
+  1 No. 2 can (2 cups) apple pie filling
+  ¼ cup sugar
+  1 teaspoon cinnamon
+  ½ cup chopped pecans
+
+Mix coffee cake or hot roll mix according to package directions, using 1
+cup water. Stir in melted butter and beaten egg. Let rise in warm spot
+until double in size (about 1 hour). Spoon into a buttered 13x9x2-inch
+baking pan. Spoon apple pie filling over batter. Mix sugar and cinnamon;
+sprinkle over pie filling. Top with chopped pecans. Cover and place in a
+warm spot until double in size (about 30 or 40 minutes). Bake in a 400°
+oven for 20 to 25 minutes. Drizzle with powdered sugar icing, if
+desired.
+
+
+
+
+                       _Perfectly Marvelous Pies_
+
+
+    [Illustration: {uncaptioned}]
+
+  _Apple and cherry, lemon and raisin—what wonderful pies there are to
+   make! Each can become a specialty of yours, a discovery in elegant
+            eating that’s well worth your while to prepare._
+
+
+Spicy Frozen Raisin Pie
+
+  1 No. 2 can (2 cups) raisin pie filling
+  ½ teaspoon cinnamon
+  ¼ teaspoon cloves
+  ¼ teaspoon nutmeg
+  ½ teaspoon vanilla
+  ¼ cup chopped pecans
+  1 6-ounce can (⅔ cup) evaporated milk, chilled and whipped
+  1 9-inch graham cracker crust
+
+Combine pie filling, spices and vanilla; stir in pecans. Fold in whipped
+evaporated milk. Mound into prepared crust. Freeze until firm.
+
+
+Peanut Crunch Apple Pie
+
+  ½ cup chunk style peanut butter
+  ¼ cup soft butter or margarine
+  ½ cup light brown sugar
+  1 cup sifted all-purpose flour
+  ¼ teaspoon salt
+  2 No. 2 cans (2 cups each) apple pie filling
+  1 10-inch unbaked pastry shell
+
+Blend peanut butter, butter and brown sugar into flour and salt until
+mixture is crumbly. Spoon apple pie filling into unbaked crust; sprinkle
+peanut butter mixture over pie filling. Bake in a 400° oven for 30 to 35
+minutes or until filling is hot and pastry browned.
+
+
+Pineapple Sundae Pie
+
+  1 package vanilla pudding mix
+  2 cups milk
+  2 eggs, separated
+  1 package pineapple-orange flavored gelatin
+  1 cup dairy sour cream
+  1 9-inch baked pie shell
+  1 No. 2 can (2 cups) pineapple pie filling
+  Whipped cream, chopped pecans and cherries
+
+Combine vanilla pudding mix, small amount of milk and 2 egg yolks; blend
+well. Add remaining milk and cook, stirring constantly until mixture
+boils and thickens. Add pineapple-orange gelatin and stir until
+dissolved; cool. Blend in sour cream. Beat egg whites until soft peaks
+form. Fold into pudding mixture. Pour into baked pie shell. Chill. When
+ready to serve, cut pie into wedges and spoon pineapple pie filling over
+each. Top with whipped cream, chopped pecans and cherries.
+
+
+Rainbow Cherry Pie
+
+  1 unbaked 9-inch pie shell
+  1 No. 2 can (2 cups) cherry pie filling
+  ¼ cup milk
+  2 cups colored miniature marshmallows
+  1 cup heavy cream, whipped
+
+Fill pie shell with pie filling; bake in a 425° oven for 25 minutes.
+Cool and chill. Heat milk almost to boiling. Add marshmallows and stir
+until they are softened and partially melted. Cool. Fold into whipped
+cream. Spread cream mixture over top of chilled pie.
+
+
+Glazed Raisin-Cherry Pie
+
+  Pastry for 2 crust pie
+  1 No. 2 can (2 cups) raisin pie filling
+  ½ can cherry pie filling[1]
+  1 teaspoon grated lemon peel
+  ⅓ cup sugar
+  ¼ cup water
+  1 teaspoon butter or margarine
+  1 tablespoon cornstarch
+  1 tablespoon cold water
+  1½ tablespoons lemon juice
+
+Roll out pastry for bottom crust and fit into a 9-inch pie plate.
+Combine pie fillings and lemon peel; spoon into pastry. Roll out
+remaining pastry; slash and adjust over filling; trim and crimp edge.
+Bake in a 400° oven for 30 to 35 minutes or until crust is golden brown.
+Cool pie for 15 to 20 minutes. Combine sugar, water and butter in a
+saucepan; heat until sugar is dissolved. Combine cornstarch and water;
+add to hot mixture and heat until thickened. Stir in the lemon juice.
+Spread over pie.
+
+
+[1]Use remaining cherry pie filling as a sauce over ice cream, cake or
+    pudding.
+
+
+Swedish Apple Cake
+
+                                                    (It’s really a pie!)
+
+  ⅓ cup butter
+  3 tablespoons sugar
+  2 egg yolks
+  ¾ cup sifted, enriched flour
+  ⅓ cup finely chopped blanched almonds
+  1 tablespoon grated lemon peel
+  1 No. 2 can (2 cups) apple pie filling
+  2 tablespoons lemon juice
+  ⅓ cup raspberry jam
+  2 egg whites
+  ¼ cup sugar
+
+Cream butter and 3 tablespoons sugar together; add egg yolks and mix
+well. Add flour, almonds and lemon peel. Mix until flour is moistened.
+Press onto the bottom and sides of a 9-inch pie plate. Bake in a 350°
+oven for 15 minutes or until browned. Combine apple pie filling and
+lemon juice; heat to boiling. Spread jam over baked crust and top with
+hot apple mix. Beat egg whites until fluffy; gradually add ¼ cup sugar
+and continue to beat until stiff peaks form. Spread over apples, sealing
+to the edge. Bake in 350° oven for 18 minutes or until meringue is
+lightly browned. Makes 9-inch pie.
+
+    [Illustration: {uncaptioned}]
+
+    [Illustration: {uncaptioned}]
+
+
+
+
+                      _Fabulous Festive Desserts_
+
+
+    [Illustration: {uncaptioned}]
+
+ _Sometimes it’s the occasion that dictates the dessert; at other times
+  a truly spectacular treat will be enough to turn a casual gathering
+    into a party. One thing we’re certain of ... each of these gala
+                        desserts is delectable!_
+
+
+Peach Smoothee
+
+  1 No. 2 can (2 cups) peach pie filling
+  1 15-ounce can sweetened condensed milk
+  1 tablespoon lemon juice
+  ½ cup chopped pecans
+  2 tablespoons chopped candied ginger
+  1½ cups heavy cream, whipped
+
+Beat pie filling and condensed milk together until peaches are crushed.
+Mix in lemon juice, pecans and candied ginger. Fold in whipped cream.
+Pour into 3 ice cube trays and freeze until firm. Makes 1½ quarts.
+
+
+Mincemeat Filled Cookies
+
+  1½ cups shortening
+  ¾ cup brown sugar
+  ¾ cup sugar
+  1 egg
+  4½ tablespoons milk
+  1½ teaspoons vanilla
+  4½ cups sifted all-purpose flour
+  ¾ teaspoon salt
+  ¾ teaspoon soda
+  1 No. 2 can (2 cups) mincemeat pie filling
+  ½ cup orange marmalade
+
+Cream shortening and sugars together until fluffy. Add egg, milk, and
+vanilla; beat well. Sift dry ingredients together; add to creamed
+mixture and mix well. Wrap dough in waxed paper and chill well. Roll ¼
+of dough at a time on a floured surface to ⅛-inch thickness. Cut with a
+2½-inch round cutter. Place cookies 1 inch apart on an ungreased baking
+sheet. Combine pie filling and marmalade; place 1 tablespoon of mixture
+on each cooky. Roll ¼ of dough as directed; cut with 2½-inch cutter and
+cut a small hole in center of each cooky with a small cutter. Place over
+filling, centering hole; seal edges by pressing with a fork. Bake at
+375° for 10 to 12 minutes. Repeat with remaining dough and filling.
+Makes 4½ dozen.
+
+
+Berry Squares
+
+  1 8-inch angel cake, cut into ½-inch squares
+  1 No. 2 can (2 cups) strawberry pie filling
+  1 package instant lemon pudding mix
+  1½ cups milk
+  1 cup dairy sour cream
+
+Put half the cake squares in a 9x9x2-inch pan. Spoon pie filling over
+cake; top with remaining cake squares. Combine pudding mix, milk and
+sour cream; beat until smooth. Spoon over cake. Chill several hours. Cut
+into squares. Makes 9 servings.
+
+
+Icy Lemon Soufflé
+
+  1 3-oz. package lemon-flavored gelatin
+  ½ cup boiling water
+  1 No. 2 can (2 cups) lemon pie filling
+  3 egg whites, stiffly beaten
+  1 cup heavy cream, whipped
+
+Dissolve gelatin in boiling water. Beat in the pie filling until smooth.
+Cool. Fold in egg whites and whipped cream. Pour into a 1½ quart soufflé
+dish or casserole. Chill until firm or for several hours.
+
+
+Apple Fruit Cake
+
+  ½ cup butter
+  1 No. 2 can (2 cups) apple pie filling
+  1 cup sugar
+  2 cups all-purpose flour
+  2 teaspoons soda
+  1 teaspoon cinnamon
+  ½ teaspoon salt
+  ½ teaspoon nutmeg
+  ¼ teaspoon ground cloves
+  1½ cups raisins
+  1½ cups currants
+  1 cup pecans
+  1 cup mixed candied fruit
+  1 cup candied cherries
+
+Melt butter in a saucepan; add apple pie filling and sugar. Continue
+heating, stirring occasionally until sugar melts; cool. Sift together
+dry ingredients. Mix raisins, currants, pecans, candied fruits and
+cherries with dry ingredients. Combine apple mixture and dry
+ingredients. Pour into foil-lined 9-inch tube pan. Bake at 300° for 90
+minutes or until done. Serve with butter sauce if desired.
+
+
+                              Butter Sauce
+
+  ¼ cup butter
+  ½ cup confectioners’ sugar
+  ½ cup cold water
+  1½ teaspoons cornstarch
+  1 teaspoon vanilla
+  ½ teaspoon vinegar
+
+Cream butter; gradually add sifted confectioners’ sugar, creaming until
+fluffy. Stir cold water into cornstarch; cook and stir until clear and
+thick. Stir hot mixture into butter mixture; add vanilla and vinegar.
+Serve warm. Makes about ¾ cup.
+
+
+Dessert Pancakes
+
+  2 eggs
+  ½ cup water
+  1½ cups packaged layer or pound cake mix (1 9-ounce package)
+  1 No. 2 can (2 cups) blueberry pie filling
+  3 tablespoons butter
+  1 teaspoon lemon juice
+  1 pint vanilla ice cream
+
+Combine eggs, water and cake mix. Beat until smooth. Drop by tablespoons
+onto a hot greased griddle and bake on each side. Heat pie filling,
+butter and lemon juice together. Spoon filling between and on top of
+stacks of 4 pancakes each. Keep warm until serving time. Stir ice cream
+to soften and spoon over pancake stacks. Makes 40 2½ inch pancakes, or
+ten servings.
+
+
+
+
+                          _Collector’s Corner_
+
+
+    [Illustration: {decorative border}]
+
+• Use cherry or blueberry pie fillings to top a towering angel food cake
+      filled with vanilla pudding. They’re good, too, spooned over
+      brownies capped with vanilla ice cream.
+
+• Spoon peach pie filling into well-greased muffin pans with chopped
+      pecans and a dot of butter. Top with a biscuit from a roll of
+      refrigerated biscuits and bake as directed on package. When baked,
+      let stand a few minutes before inverting onto a serving plate.
+
+• Combine a can of pineapple pie filling with 2 cups shredded coconut
+      and ¾ teaspoon curry powder. Heat and serve the fragrant sauce
+      over chicken with rice.
+
+• For a really terrific sauce, heat together a can each of mincemeat pie
+      filling and drained mandarin oranges. This is good spooned over
+      pound cake; superb as a sauce over pear halves centered with
+      scoops of ice cream.
+
+• Strawberry filling is perfect for valentine-shaped meringue shells.
+
+• Heated raisin pie filling adds a glory note to everything from broiled
+      ham slices to old-fashioned bread pudding.
+
+• Apple pie filling is a shelf standby you won’t want to do without
+      after you have tried it, heated with ½ cup honey and ½ cup butter,
+      spooned generously over Sunday morning waffles.
+
+
+There’s no doubt about it, each can of fruit pie filling you open is the
+wonderful beginning to a whole new world of delightful, applause-winning
+dishes. Try them and find out for yourself.
+
+    [Illustration: {decorative border}]
+
+
+                      _The Pie Filling Institute_
+                       333 North Michigan Avenue
+                           Chicago, Illinois
+                                 60601
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+—Silently corrected a few typos.
+
+—Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook
+  is public-domain in the country of publication.
+
+—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by
+  _underscores_.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+                        HUMORISTS OF THE PENCIL
+
+                               PHIL MAY
+
+                       [Illustration: colophon]
+
+                                LONDON:
+
+               “PUNCH” OFFICE, 10, BOUVERIE STREET, E.C.
+
+[Illustration: PHIL MAY--By Himself.]
+
+Reproduced from “The History of Punch” by the kind permission of Mr. H.
+H. Spielmann, the ownder of the original drawings.
+
+[Illustration: “AND SHE OUGHT TO KNOW!”
+
+“That’s supposed to be a Portograph of Lady Solsbary. But, bless yer, it
+ain’t like her a bit in Private!”]
+
+[Illustration:
+
+PREACHING AND PRACTISING.
+
+_Lady Bountiful_ (_to old Parishioner_). “I hope you like our New
+Clergyman’s Sermons, Mrs. Brown?”
+
+_Mrs. Brown_: “Oh yes, my Lady, he do Preach quite beautiful; but then,
+you see, he don’t Practise. So when my poor old Man be troubled with the
+Rheumatics, I have to send for the Doctor in the Village, and it do come
+so very expensive!”]
+
+[Illustration: “PLEASE TO REMEMBER THE WAITER.”
+
+“All right, Sir! My fault!”]
+
+[Illustration: FOGGY WEATHER.
+
+“Has Mr. Smith been here?” “Yes; he was here about an hour ago.” “Was I
+with him?”]
+
+[Illustration: “Penny ’Addick.” “Finen?” “No; thick ’un!”]
+
+[Illustration: A NEGLECTED INDUSTRY.
+
+“’Ow are yer gettin’ on, Bill?”
+
+“Ain’t gettin’ on at all. I’m beginnin’ to think as the Publick doesn’t
+know what they wants!”]
+
+[Illustration: BLASÉ
+
+_Kitty_ (_reading a fairy tale_). “‘Once upon a time there was a
+frog----’”
+
+_Mabel_ (_interrupting_). “I bet it’s a Princess! Go on!”]
+
+[Illustration: CRUEL!
+
+_Lucullus Brown_ (_on hospitable purpose intent_). “Are you Dining
+anywhere to-morrow night?”
+
+_Jones_ (_not liking to absolutely “give himself away”_). “Let me
+see”--(_considers_)--“No; I’m not Dining anywhere to-morrow.”
+
+_Lucullus Brown_ (_seeing through the artifice_). “Um! Poor chap! How
+Hungry you will be!”
+
+[“_Exeunt,--severally_.”]]
+
+[Illustration: “THE COW WAS THE STAMP TO IMPRESS SUPERIOR BUTTER.”
+
+“’Arf a pound er Margarine, please; an’ Mother says will yer put the Cow
+on it cos she’s got Company!”]
+
+[Illustration: Q. E. D.
+
+“Wha’s up wi’ Sal?” “Ain’t yer ’erd? She’s Married agin!”]
+
+[Illustration: OF VITAL IMPORTANCE.
+
+“Hi, Billie! _’Ere’s_ Cheap Gloves!”]
+
+[Illustration: AN IMPORTANT ’JUNCTION.
+
+“You mind your Fader gets my Boots reddy by Four o’clock, ’cos I’m
+goin’ to a Party!”]
+
+[Illustration: AN INFORMAL INTRODUCTION.
+
+’_Arry_ (_shouting across the street to his “Pal”_) “Hi! Bill! This is
+’er!”]
+
+[Illustration: POLITICS AND GALLANTRY.
+
+_First ’Arry_: “Hay, wot’s this ’ere Rosebery a torkin’ abaat? Bless’d
+if he ain’t a goin’ to do awy with the Lords!”
+
+_Second ’Arry_: (_more of a Don Juan than a Politician_). “Do awy with
+the ’ole bloomin’ lot o’ Lords, if he likes, as long as he don’t do awy
+with the Lidies!”]
+
+[Illustration: THE PLUNGER.
+
+_First Boy_ _(much interested in the game of Buttons_). “’As ’e lost?”
+
+_Second Ditto_. “Yes; ’e lost all them Buttons what ’e won off Tommy
+Crowther yesterday, an’ then ’e cut all the Buttons off ’is Clothes, and
+’e’s lost them too!”]
+
+[Illustration: _Superior ’Arry_. “Cabbie! To the--aw--the Prince of
+Wales’s.”
+
+_Cabbie_-“Marlbro’ ’Ouse, my Lord?”]
+
+[Illustration: THE GENIAL SEASON.
+
+_Hungry-looking Acquaintance_ (_with eye to invitation_). “So glad to
+see you enjoying yourself!”
+
+_Fat Chap_ (_evidently doing well_). “Wrong again, old Man. I’m enjoying
+my Dinner!”]
+
+[Illustration: “Look what I’ve bought you for a Christmas Box!”]
+
+[Illustration: PAST AND PRESENT.
+
+_Serious and much-Married Man_. “My dear Friend, I _was_ astonished to
+hear of _your_ dining at Madame Troisétoiles!--a ‘Woman with a Past’ you
+know!”
+
+_The Friend_ (_Bachelor “unattached”_). “Well, you see, old Man, she’s
+got a first-rate _Chef_, so it isn’t her ‘Past’ but her ‘Re-past’ that I
+care about.”]
+
+[Illustration: Editor of Libellous Rag (who has just received a terrific
+but well-deserved kick). “Dud you man thot?”
+
+_Colonel McMurder_. “Yis, oi _dud_, you thunderin’ villain!”
+
+_Editor_. “Oh, very well, thot’s all _roight_. Oi t’ought it moight av
+been wan o’ thim prac-ta-cle jokes”!]
+
+[Illustration: “Hi, Billy! are yer Movin’?”]
+
+[Illustration: SO LIKELY!
+
+Scene--_Bar of a Railway Refreshment Room._
+
+_Barmaid_. “Tea, Sir?” _Mr. Boozy_. “Tea!!! ME!!!!”]
+
+[Illustration: BOTANY; OR, A DAY IN THE COUNTRY.
+
+“Say, Billee, shall we gaver Mushrooms?”
+
+“Yus. I’m a Beggar to Climb!”]
+
+[Illustration: _First Boy_. “Give us a Bite of your Apple, Bob.”
+
+_Second Boy_. “Shan’t.”
+
+_First Boy_. “What for?”
+
+_Second Boy_. “’Cos yer axed me!”
+
+(_After a pause._)
+
+_Small Boy_. “Gi’ me a Bite, Bob. I never axed yer!”]
+
+[Illustration: A BUSINESS ANNOUNCEMENT.]
+
+[Illustration: MAY 1. THE SWEEPS’ FESTIVAL.
+
+A Study in Black and White. ⁂ Nice for Next Fare.]
+
+[Illustration: _New Assistant_ (_after hair-cutting, to Jones, who has
+been away for a couple of weeks_). “Your ’Air is very thin be’ind, Sir.
+Try Singeing!”
+
+_Jones_ (_after a pause_). “Yes, I think I will.”
+
+_N.A._ (_after singeing_). “Shampoo, Sir? Good for the ’Air, Sir.”
+
+_Jones_. “Thank you. Yes.”
+
+_N.A._ “Your Moustaches curled?”
+
+_Jones_. “Please.”
+
+_N.A._ “May I give you a Friction?”
+
+_Jones_. “Thank you.”
+
+_N.A._ “Will you try some of our----”
+
+_Manager_ (_who has just sighted his man, in Stage whisper_). “You
+Idiot! _He’s_ a Subscriber!!”]
+
+[Illustration: _Youngster_ (_who has just had a Penny given to him_).
+“’Ow much is them Grapes, Mister?”
+
+_Shopkeeper_ (_amused_). “They are Four Shillings and Sixpence a Pound,
+my Lad.”
+
+_Youngster_. “Well, then, give us a ’A’porth o’ _Carrots_. I’m a _Demon_
+for _Fruit_!”]
+
+[Illustration: _Ragged Urchin_ (_who has just picked up very short and
+dirty end of a Cigarette_). “Hi, Billy! Look ’ere! See what you’ve
+missed!”]
+
+[Illustration: “_Perfeck Lidy_” (_who has just been ejected_). “Well,
+_next_ time I goes into a Publickouse, I’ll go somewhere where I’ll be
+_respected_!”]
+
+[Illustration: A YORKSHIRE GOSSIP.
+
+_First Gossip_. “So you was nivver axed tut Funeral?”
+
+_Second Gossip_. “Nivver as much as inside t’house. But nobbut wait till
+_we_ hev’ a Funeral of us own, an’ _we_’ll show ’em!”]
+
+[Illustration: SO THAT DOESN’T COUNT.
+
+“Are you sure they’re quite Fresh?” “Wot a Question to arst! Can’t yer
+see they’re Alive?”
+
+“Yes; but you’re _Alive_, you know!”]
+
+[Illustration: A SUNDAY DINNER.
+
+_Father of Family_ (_who has accidentally shot the leg of a Fowl under
+the table_). “Mind t’Dog doesn’t get it!”
+
+_Young Hopeful_ (_triumphantly_). “All right, Feyther! I’ve gotten me
+Foot on it!”]
+
+[Illustration: _Workman_ (_politely, to old Lady, who has accidentally
+got into the Smoking Compartment_). “You don’ object to my Pipe, I ’ope
+Mum?”
+
+_Old Lady_. “Yes, I _do_ object, very strongly!”
+
+_Workman_. “Oh! Then out you get!!”]
+
+[Illustration: REASSURING.
+
+“Lor’ bless yer, Sir, that’s all right, Sir! _That_ ain’t a Fly, Sir!
+_That’s_ a bit of Dirt!”]
+
+[Illustration: PICKINGS FROM PICARDY.
+
+After the Procession. A Solo by Grand-père.]
+
+[Illustration: MUCH ADO.
+
+“Mumma-a-a! Boo-hoo! We’s crying! Tum up ’tairs an’ see what’s de matter
+wiv us!”]
+
+[Illustration: A SKETCH FROM LIFE.
+
+_Chorus_ (_slow music_). “We’ve a rare old--fair old--rickety Crew!”]
+
+[Illustration: “_Are_ you comin’ ’ome?”
+
+“I’ll do ellythik you _like_ in reasol, M’ria--(_hic_)--Bur I _won’t_
+come ’ome.”]
+
+[Illustration: _Importunate Street Urchin_ (_for the tenth time_). “Gi’
+us a Copper. Sir! Gi’ us a Copper!”
+
+_Testy Individual_ (_losing patience_). “Oh, go to”--(substitutes a
+milder form)--“blazes!”
+
+_Street Urchin_. “Sure thin an’ I would in this bastly could weather, if
+I was only certain o’ comin’ back again!” [_Individual’s testiness
+overcome and Urchin rewarded_.]]
+
+[Illustration: “NICE FOR THE VISITORS.”
+
+(_Sketch Outisde a Fashionable Hotel_.)]
+
+[Illustration: _Coster_ (_to acquaintance, who has been away for some
+months_). “Wot are yer bin doin’ all this time?”
+
+_Bill Robbins_ (_who has been “doing time”_). “Oh, I’ve bin Wheelin’ a
+bit, Ole Man--Wheelin’ a bit!”]
+
+[Illustration: THE GREAT PRIZE FIGHT.
+
+_Johnnie_ (_who finds that his Box, £20, has been appropriated by “the
+Fancy”_). “I beg your pardon, but this is _my_ Box!”
+
+_Bill Basford_. “Oh, is it? Well, why don’t you tike it?”]
+
+[Illustration: _Fussy Old Lady_. “Now _don’t_ forget, Conductor. I _want
+the Bank of England_.”
+
+_Conductor_. “_All_ right, Mum.” (_Aside_.) “She _don’t_ want _much_, do
+she, Mate?”]
+
+[Illustration: INFORMATION.
+
+_First ’Arry_ (_with newspaper_). “I say, ’Arry, you’se a Toff. What’s a
+‘Collar Day’ at Court?”
+
+_Second ’Arry_. “Donno ’xactly. Suppose it’s a Saturday when things come
+’ome from the Wash.”
+
+_First ’Arry_. “Oh, I see--‘Clean Collar Day’!”]
+
+[Illustration: _Little Guttersnipe_ (_who is getting quite used to
+posing_). “Will yer want me ter tike my Bun down?”]
+
+[Illustration: “EVERYTHING COMES TO HIM THAT ‘WAITS.’”]
+
+[Illustration: THE HEALING ART.
+
+_Doctor_. “Did you give the Children the Physic I sent last night?”
+
+_Fond Mother_. “Yes, Sir,”
+
+_Doctor_. “And how are they to-day?”
+
+_Fond Mother_. “Well, the little un’s very bad to be sure. But it don’t
+seem to ’ave done the t’other un’ no ’Arm as yet!”]
+
+[Illustration: _Bill Sykes_ (_reading_). “There are now ten men of the
+Bechuanaland Border Police in the whole Bechuanaland Protectorate, four
+of whom are doing Customs Duty.”]
+
+[Illustration: _Street Serio_ (_singing_). “Er--yew will think hov me
+and Love me has in dies hov long ago-o-o!”]
+
+[Illustration: _Old Jones_. “Yes, my Boy, _there’s_ Wine for you, eh? I
+bought Ten Pounds of it the other day.”
+
+_Brown_. “What a _lot_ you must have got!”]
+
+[Illustration: First Newspaper Boy. “Hullo, Bill! Who’s ’e?”
+
+Second Newspaper Boy. “I suppose ’e’s the North Pole as ’as just been
+Discovered!”]
+
+[Illustration: “What Bait are yer usin’, Billie?”
+
+“Cheese.”
+
+“What are yer tryin’ ter catch--Mice?”]
+
+[Illustration: A BI-METALLISTIC DISCUSSION.
+
+_Jim_. “What’s this ere ‘Bi-metallism,’ Bill?”
+
+_Bill_ (_of superior intelligence_). “Well, yer see, Jim, it’s heither a
+Licensed Wittlers’ or a Teetotal Dodge. The Wages’ll be paid in Silver,
+and no more Coppers. So you can’t get no arf-pint nor hanythink under a
+Sixpence or a Thrip’ny. Then you heither leaves it alone, and takes to
+Water like a Duck, or you runs up a score.”
+
+_Jim_. “Ah! But if there ain’t no more Coppers, ’ow about the ’Buses and
+the Hunderground Rileway?”
+
+_Bill_ (_profoundly_). “Ah!” [Left sitting.]]
+
+[Illustration: _First Genius to Second Genius_. “Why on Earth do you do
+your Hair in that absurd Fashion, Smith?”]
+
+[Illustration: “Oi tell yez Oi will _not_ clane out me Cell. Oi’d lave
+the Jail furrst!”]
+
+[Illustration: _Small Voice from under the Bed_. “_No_, I will _not_
+come out! I tell you, once and for all.”
+
+Bernesia. “I _will_ be Master in my own House!”]
+
+[Illustration: _Photographer_. “I think this is an excellent Portrait of
+your Wife.”
+
+_Mr. Smallweed_. “I don’t know--sort of _repose_ about the mouth that
+somehow doesn’t seem right”]
+
+[Illustration: “Where did yer spend yer ’Olidays, Bob?”
+
+“Souf o’ Frarnce, o’ course!”]
+
+[Illustration: HOSPITALITY.
+
+_Spokesman of Working Men’s Club_ (_on the occasion of their Patron’s
+first visit_). “And we ’opes, Sir, as this ’ll be _neither_ the _first_ nor
+the _last_ time as you’ll dew us the honner of settin’ among us!”]
+
+[Illustration: SO INVITING!]
+
+[Illustration: ’_Bus Conductor_, “Emmersmith! Emmersmith! ’Ere ye are!
+Emmersmith!”
+
+’_Liza Ann_. “Oo er yer callin’ Emmer Smith? Sorcy ’ound!”]
+
+[Illustration: _Enthusiastic Briton_ (_to seedy American, who has been
+running down all our National Monuments_). “But even if our Houses of
+Parliament ‘aren’t in it,’ as you say, with the Masonic Temple of
+Chicago, surely, Sir, you will admit the Thames Embankment, for
+instance----”
+
+_Seedy American_. “Waal, _guess_ I don’t think so durned much of your
+Thames Embankment, neither. It _rained_ all the blarmed time the night I
+_slep_ on it.”]
+
+[Illustration: “Gentlemen, I am ready to admit that his Career in the
+Past has not been free from Blemish----”]
+
+[Illustration: FASHIONABLE AND SEASONABLE.
+
+Where to Sup _al fresco_ in the Hottest Weather. The “_Whelkome_ Club.”]
+
+[Illustration: “Tell your Fortune, Pretty Gentleman?”]
+
+[Illustration: _Clerk of Booking-Office._ “There is
+_no_ First Class by this Train, Sir.”
+
+’_Arry_. “Then wot are _we_ going ter do, Bill?”]
+
+[Illustration: “THE ANCHOR’S WEIGHED.”
+
+(_Sketched on an Excursion Steamer._)]
+
+[Illustration: SOCIAL EVOLUTION
+
+_Tramp_ (_to benevolent but inquisitive Lady_). “Well you see, Mum, it
+were like this. I were a ’Addick Smoker by profession; then I got ill,
+and ’ad to go to the ’Orspital; then I sold Cats’ Meat; but some’ow or
+other I got into _low water!_”]
+
+[Illustration: A SKETCH NEAR PICCADILLY.]
+
+[Illustration: THE MOTOR ’BUS.
+
+_Fussy Old Gent_. “Hi! Stop! stop! I want to get down.”
+
+_Driver_. “_I_ can’t stop the bloomin’ thing!!”]
+
+[Illustration: “Poor likkle Doggie--hasn’t got any Fevvers on!”]
+
+[Illustration: THE MOTOR ’BUS.
+
+_Fussy Old Gent_. “Hi! Stop! stop! I want to get down.”
+
+_Driver_. “I can’t stop the bloomin’ thing!!”]
+
+[Illustration: SO VERY CONSIDERATE.
+
+_Stout Coster_. “Where are yer goin’ to, Bill?”
+
+_Bill_. “Inter the Country for a nice Drive, bein’ Bank ’Olidy.”
+
+_Stout Coster_. “Same ’ere. I sy! don’t yer think we might swop Misseses
+just for a few Hours? It would be so much kinder to the Hanimile!”]
+
+[Illustration: _Sexton_ (_to a Divine, who was spending his holidays in
+the country, and who, on the sudden illness of the Village Parson,
+volunteered to take the duties_). “A worse Preacher would have done for
+us, Sir, _but we couldn’t get one_!”]
+
+[Illustration: ZOOLOGY.
+
+“That’s a Porkypine, Sarah.”
+
+“No, it ain’t, Bill. It’s a Orstridge!”]
+
+[Illustration: SONGS AND THEIR SINGERS.]
+
+[Illustration: 79 SONGS AND THEIR SINGERS.]
+
+[Illustration: SONGS AND THEIR SINGERS.
+
+“Oh, rest you merry Gentleman, May nothing you dismay!”]
+
+[Illustration: “A STUDY IN EXPRESSION.”]
+
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Humorists of the Pencil: Phil May, by Phil May
+
+
+
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+
+
+  THE NEW JOAN
+
+  AND OTHER POEMS
+
+
+
+  BY
+
+  KATHERINE HALE
+  _Author of "Gnu Knitting", "The White Comrade", Etc._
+
+
+
+  McCLELLAND, GOODCHILD & STEWART,
+  PUBLISHERS :: :: :: TORONTO
+
+
+
+
+  COPYRIGHT, CANADA, 1917
+  BY McCLELLAND, GOODCHILD & STEWART, LIMITED
+  TORONTO
+
+
+
+  PRINTED IN CANADA
+
+
+
+
+  CONTENTS
+
+
+  THE NEW JOAN
+
+         The Vision
+      I. The Child
+     II. The Law
+    III. The Kitchen
+     IV. The Land
+      V. The Battlefield
+     VI. The World
+
+  CHRISTMAS SONG
+
+  LONDON
+
+  THE MOTHER
+
+  A SPRING DAY
+
+  JUNE, 1917
+
+
+
+
+These are chiefly songs of women's work, but there is a Christmas
+song for soldiers.  The music of life is stilled to-day.  Only the
+bugle note is heard.  To the men in the trenches it means action,
+organized and perfected; to us at home it repeats the call.  These
+songs are bound in crimson for that is the colour of courage; and in
+gold which signifies the strength and the joy of life which is work.
+
+
+
+
+  THE NEW JOAN
+
+
+
+  THE VISION
+
+  A soldier's soul returns the centuries down--
+  Radiance again!  Love's gleaming mystic mate,
+  She who was burned for witchcraft and for state
+  In the old market-place of Rouen town.
+
+  To-day I met her spirit on the Earth,
+  And felt a joyous light dark spaces fill;
+  I knew this troubled planet called her still
+  Upon the wheel of reincarnate birth.
+
+  "Behold a legion of all-souls," she said,
+  "Who ride again for country and for King,
+  And with them, as the ardent sun with spring,
+  See the enchanted ones that life calls dead."
+
+  "Woman and man, renewing faith's old tryst,
+  Breast, shuddering, the deeps of this last war,
+  And high above them gleams the stranger-star,
+  Silver in blood-red skies--the grail of Christ."
+
+  "O you who see a vision in the night,
+  And you who ride high-hearted, woman-man,
+  I call you by the name of The New Joan."
+  So passed she, clad in armour, clad in light.
+
+
+
+  I
+
+  THE CHILD
+
+  Give me a new soul, God of all things free,
+  Help me to dream the golden dream of youth,
+  Till gazing deep into the eyes of Truth
+  The dream returns in life that is to be.
+
+  With Thee I breathe a fire most strange and bright,
+  Rosy as dawning, jubilant as day,
+  A light eternal on the time-worn way,
+  A morning note to stir the ag├Ęd night.
+
+  To sing the song of flower-time again
+  It is to deck with joy an ancient door,--
+  A fresh rose, cosmic of each rose before,
+  To link with wonder in the endless chain.
+
+  And as they play mid stars or 'neath the sun
+  I ask a song for children everywhere,
+  A gleam that dances with them unaware
+  Since God, and they, and joy, are wholly One.
+
+
+
+  II
+
+  THE LAW
+
+  If Law be given my hand to make
+  I pray Thee, Lord, that I may break
+  The old Law, resolute and hard
+  And fickle as a chance-thrown card.
+
+  And ere I lay me down to sleep
+  I pray Thee, Lord, new Law to keep,
+  Great statutes made of Love and Pain,
+  Beauty of Sorrow born again.
+
+  For I would find out Truth, my Lord,
+  The soul behind the naked word,
+  And at the bourne where life began
+  I would inquire the law for man.
+
+  Perhaps a Voice may answer me
+  That until man in woman be,
+  Woman in man, the two in one,
+  The latter days have not begun.
+
+  The woman-will of man a part,
+  The more-of-man in woman's heart,
+  From that great marriage pure of flaw
+  May spring the Everlasting Law.
+
+
+
+  III
+
+  THE KITCHEN
+
+  "_Whoever makes a thing more bright
+  He is an angel of all light_"
+  So I, with every skill I can,
+  Return to use of pot and pan.
+
+  Retrieve must I the ages' waste,
+  And learn that what the years call 'Taste,'
+  Is Hunger's sated brother, Sin.
+  Lo, I shall dwell where Truths begin.
+
+  A kingdom enter, ancient, dear,
+  Where red Fire lives, and Plenties are,
+  Where Order summoned back to me
+  Makes Labor sing, makes Beauty free.
+
+  So shall I take the golden wheat
+  And make me loaves for men to eat;
+  For I am Joan, whose pure desire
+  Still keeps aflame the household fire.
+
+
+
+  IV
+
+  THE LAND
+
+  I am back on the land of my fathers,
+  And I tread it with double-soled boots,
+  I hoe it with hands that are toil-worn
+  Wearing joyful and picturesque suits.
+
+  I am clad, head to foot, in dull khaki
+  That echoes my good mother--Earth,
+  And I'm glad that my profile is "boyish,"
+  That my "song" is a whistle of mirth.
+
+  I can cut and convey to my cabin
+  These logs that I need for the fire,
+  And I hail the concern of each slacker
+  Who is ribald anent my attire.
+
+  I am doing his bit, though he lingers.
+  I am Joan--and not Peter Pan.
+  Yet the vision that glows through my working
+  Is the love that I bear to one man.
+
+
+
+  V
+
+  THE BATTLEFIELD*
+
+  *This poem first appeared as "Grey-Knitting."
+
+
+  Something sings gently through the din of battle,
+  Something spreads very softly rim on rim
+  And every soldier hears, at times, a murmur
+  Tender, incessant,--dim.
+
+  A tiny click of little wooden needles,
+  Elfin amid the gianthood of war;
+  Whispers of women, tireless and patient,
+  Who weave the web afar.
+
+  Whispers of women, tireless and patient,
+  "This is our heart's love," it would seem to say,
+  "Wrought with the ancient tools of our vocation,
+  Weave we the web of love from day to day."
+
+  And so each soldier, laughing, fighting,--dying
+  Under the alien skies, in his great hour,
+  May listen, in death's prescience all-enfolding,
+  And hear a fairy sound bloom like a flower--
+
+  I like to think that soldiers, gaily dying
+  For the white Christ on fields with shame sown deep,
+  May hear the tender song of women's needles,
+  As they fall fast asleep.
+
+
+
+  VI
+
+  THE WORLD
+
+  It is a new world that my feet must tread,
+  New, though the hurrying ages call it old,
+  While fields that yesterday were cloth-of-gold
+  Are all dissolving, like a film half-fled.
+
+  The wondrous 'stage' of life, its mimic joys;
+  The deft accomplishment, the bubble fame;
+  Statecraft bedecked as a career, a name;
+  Art as a servitor that wealth employs--
+
+  These were the worlds our mothers counted new,
+  These were the ways we still had kept our own,
+  Until Eternal Law from His high throne
+  Melted our world in sudden fire, and dew.
+
+  And now through mists of dew, through leaping flame
+  We ride again upon an ancient quest,
+  That we may bring Love home, no longer guest
+  But Love Triumphant, ever to remain.
+
+  See the bright banner a new Day outflings;
+  It shall be ours to hold it high and white.
+  Again a Voice!  And out of dawning light
+  The deathless soul of Joan through us sings.
+
+    _Spirit of Life, radiant and glad and free,
+    Come, as of old, be born again of me.
+    Through me recover that which man has lost,
+    Mine was the making, mine the precious cost.
+    Out of my body come the sons of men,
+    Into my keeping give their souls again,
+    And let me make this world God's little room
+    Wherein Love's splendours live again and bloom._
+
+
+
+
+  CHRISTMAS SONG
+
+  _To You--Beloved--in the Trenches_
+
+
+  Christmas!  Is it merry?
+  "Smokes and bully-beef!"
+  Not one blood-red berry
+  Not one holly-leaf.
+
+  Stockings filled with pleasure
+  That a day destroys--
+  Boxes crammed with treasure
+  Ah!  Trench-children's toys!
+
+  "Things" that in the passing
+  Bring a ray of light,
+  "Joy!" with death amassing
+  All this Christmas night.
+
+  "Stories!"  Yes! and "Laughter!"
+  And the heart held high;
+  Silence following after
+  And the soul's still cry.
+
+  Yet another feast day
+  In the mud of France--
+  "Hearts," we can at least say,
+  "Onward goes the dance."
+
+  "There is no cessation
+  To this small affair,
+  On with war's vocation
+  In the hell-fire's flare."
+
+  * * * *
+
+  It is true as spoken
+  With the one word more:
+  We have found a token
+  By hell's open door.
+
+  Through Death's crimson gateway
+  We have seen a sign
+  That has made this Birthday
+  Still a night divine.
+
+  Through the first sweet silence,
+  Darkness, close and near,
+  Has disarmed hell's violence--
+  Night has whispered clear.
+
+  "Though all Earth be broken
+  Two things live above,
+  These--God's ancient token--
+  Quiet stars--and Love.
+
+  "Stars for life's last reaping,
+  Stars in heaven's bright dome,
+  Love for your safe keeping
+  Love to lead you home."
+
+
+
+
+  LONDON
+
+  _A Canadian soldier, returned to "Blighty" speaks_
+
+
+  The day we came to London!  Oh, how strange
+  To see the City-of-the-World like this!
+  Our dreams had been of London.  Not 'the sights'
+  But that young London that young hearts explore;
+  The Music Halls, the roads, the sleepy Inns,
+  Where old Romance is felt anew each day.
+  This was to be our London.
+
+                    Thus we came:
+  We came as cattle come, when packed too tight
+  In some barbaric car of ancient mould;
+  We came not driven with whips, nor massed in crowds,
+  But driven by bitter pain and almost dead
+  From faintness of our wounds.  We came
+  From siege and rapine, plunder and hell-fire,
+  From thunders never ceasing, from swift death,
+  From screams and cries, and parting gasp of souls,
+  And from supremest vision given to man.
+  This way we came to London.
+
+                      Oh, my friends,
+  We touched white cliffs upon a summer day,
+  Pain-blinded, minds befogged, we rode along
+  That ancient-traversed way of all the world.
+  And, slowly, as the evening shadows fell
+  We reached old Paddington.  Were driven out
+  In shabby cabs, through misty, half-lit ways,
+  Into a great wide Place, from whence small streets
+  Wondered zig-zag with no apparent plan,
+  _Yet knew we were at home._
+
+                      I still can feel
+  The cab stop for a moment, and a face
+  Peer in the open window.  'Twas a mask
+  Set in a flowered hat.  With awful eyes
+  She stared, and asked, and answered in a flash:
+  "Ah, well!  You're nearly dead, poor dears, but I--
+  I, who am here forever, come again."
+
+  And then we drifted on, and soft grey walls
+  Held us a moment to dissolve in mist.
+  Once at a turn I saw the Abbey rise
+  And once the outstretched arms of giant trees.
+  Sometimes a light, but always murmurous noise
+  Not so much hoof-beat, motor-hum or cry,
+  As vibrancy of voices, far and near,
+  A myriad-mingled sound of many men.
+  This, and a strange new vision of the heart,
+  A love just dawning, an age-old surprise,
+  A sudden turning to those splendid arms
+  That are forever open.  Thus we came
+  Broken by war, home to her splendid arms.
+
+
+
+
+  THE MOTHER
+
+  My son sails high
+  His ocean, azure air:
+  He in the shining sky--
+  And swift Death everywhere.
+
+  His ardent youth
+  Explores a strange new sea
+  As if even Death, forsooth,
+  Were rare good company.
+
+  And my dear heart,
+  Each moment that you fly
+  Is a dull eon apart
+  In my soul's agony.
+
+  This autumn wind
+  Treacherous, hungry,--chill,
+  Those laughing wings may find
+  And rend, and still.
+
+  The earth-force, strong,
+  Ready to lure your bark,
+  May hum a homing-song
+  And draw you to the dark.
+
+  O golden Fire,
+  Whose course is never run,
+  Outshine all dark desire
+  And keep my son.
+
+
+
+
+  A SPRING DAY
+
+  O, March, he is a loud-foot lad,
+  Nor pipes as April can,
+  But this green day he brings again,
+  An olive-branch to man.
+
+  His emerald hours are promises
+  Set in the snow-white days;
+  And slowly moves Earth's miracle
+  Along the hidden ways.
+
+  As peace is paler than red war,
+  The crocus than the rose,
+  So Life comes whispering up the land
+  A word that whitely glows.
+
+  And not in azure Arcady
+  Or where great battles ring,
+  Is felt the everlasting hope
+  That is the heart of Spring;
+
+  But in the spirit of the race
+  That holds a vision clear,
+  And plucks the flower of fadeless dream,
+  Through soldier as through seer.
+
+
+
+
+  JUNE, 1917
+
+  The road runs green again, my friend,
+  That yesterday lay white,
+  And shadows deep as violets
+  Are washed away in light.
+
+  For northward mounts the eagle sun,
+  And Spring in silver sheen
+  Has set some blood-red flowers aflame
+  Along the road grown green.
+
+  The bugle's note, the robin's note,
+  A trio make with June,
+  And laughing Life, and ardent Death,
+  They will be wedding soon.
+
+  But O, the splendor of the way!
+  And O, the magic sheen
+  That hath enmeshed God's flower-of-love
+  Along the road of green!
+
+
+
+
+  Warwick Bro's & Rutter, Limited,
+  Printers and Bookbinders, Toronto, Canada.
+
+
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+
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+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The New Joan and Other Poems, by Katherine Hale
+
+
+
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+
+  Transcriber's Notes:
+
+  Italic text is denoted by _underscores_ and bold text by
+  =equal signs=.
+
+  Small uppercase have been replaced with regular uppercase.
+
+  Blank pages have been eliminated.
+
+  Variations in spelling and hyphenation have been left as in the
+  original.
+
+
+
+
+FRONTISPIECE.
+
+[Illustration: _See Page 11._]
+
+
+
+
+                                  THE
+                             WISHING-CAP.
+
+
+                           BY MRS. SHERWOOD,
+               AUTHOR OF "LITTLE HENRY AND HIS BEARER,"
+                                &c. &c.
+
+
+                          _NEW EDITION._
+
+
+                                LONDON:
+                        HOULSTON AND STONEMAN,
+                         63, PATERNOSTER ROW.
+
+
+
+
+THE WISHING-CAP.
+
+
+There lived once a lady in London, who had a great deal of money, but
+who had never given her heart to God. This lady had the care of five
+children: four of them were brothers and sisters; and their names
+were James and Edward, Charlotte and Louisa. The fifth child was an
+orphan, and had no brothers or sisters. The name of this little boy was
+Charles. Little Charles's papa and mamma had been dead only a very few
+months: they were very pious people, and had brought up their little
+boy in the fear of God. Charles thought of his papa and mamma every
+day: he knew they were gone to heaven, and he knew, also, who that
+blessed person was, for whose sake they had been received into that
+happy place.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Every day little Charles read a few chapters in a Bible which his papa
+had given him, and he tried to remember the good things which had been
+taught him: so God blessed little Charles, and helped him to be good.
+
+It happened, one Sunday afternoon, in the Christmas holidays, that the
+lady came into the children's play-room, and sat down among them. "I am
+come," she said, "to drink tea with you this evening; after which we
+will put on a wishing-cap; and then we shall see what fine things the
+wishing-cap will produce."
+
+The children were all pleased to see the lady sit down among them; and
+while they were drinking their tea, they talked a great deal about the
+wishing-cap.
+
+"What can a wishing-cap be?" said Louisa, who was the youngest: "and
+how can it bring fine things?"
+
+"I never heard of a wishing-cap in all my life," said James. "I want
+tea to be over, that we may see it."
+
+"O!" said Charlotte, "I know what is meant by a wishing-cap. I remember
+reading of a man, in a fairy tale, who had a wishing-cap; and when he
+put this cap on, and wished for any thing, he had it immediately: but
+I thought there were no such things really as wishing-caps, except in
+fairy tales."
+
+"Well, well," said the lady, "we shall see what kind of wishing-cap I
+can make: but I must tell you, my wishing-cap is not so good a one as
+the man's in the fairy tale; it will only produce such things as may be
+easily had, it will not bring wonders to pass."
+
+In this manner they went on talking till tea was over, and the
+tea-things carried away. Then the lady drew her chair to the fire, and
+bidding the children sit round her, she put her hand into her pocket,
+and pulled out a sheet of white paper. She then folded up the paper
+in the shape of a cap, and holding it up in her hand, "This is the
+wishing-cap," she said; "you shall put it on, and try what it is good
+for. Come, who will be the first to wear the cap?" Then the lady placed
+the cap on Charlotte's head. "Now," she said, "think! what do you wish
+for?"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"But will what I wish for really come?" said Charlotte.
+
+"Perhaps it may," answered the lady: "we shall know to-morrow morning."
+
+"Then," said Charlotte, "I wish for a muslin frock, trimmed with satin
+ribbon."
+
+"Very well," said the lady. "Who comes next?"
+
+"I! I!" cried James, snatching the cap from his sister's head, and
+putting it on his own; "I wish for a rocking-horse."
+
+"Now for me," said Edward; "give me the cap. I wish for a coachman's
+whip. Now, Louisa, it is your turn."
+
+"I wish for a wax doll, with flaxen hair, and blue eyes," said Louisa.
+
+"Now you have all had your turns," said the lady, "but Charles: come,
+Louisa, give the cap to Charles."
+
+"There, take it," cried Louisa, throwing the cap at him, "and make
+haste."
+
+The cap fell at Charles's feet: he took it up, and laid it on the table.
+
+"Put it on your head, you foolish boy," said James, "and wish a wish."
+
+Charles smiled, but he did not offer to take up the cap.
+
+"What are you about?" said James, giving him a push; "put on the cap,
+and tell us your wish."
+
+"Charles," said the lady, "don't you understand what you are to do? Put
+on the cap, and don't be stupid."
+
+"I thank you, Ma'am," answered Charles; "but I beg that you will not be
+angry, if I don't put on the wishing-cap."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"But you shall have it on," said James, taking it off the table, and
+putting it on his head.
+
+Charles took it quietly off his head, and laid it on the table.
+
+The lady looked surprised; and drawing Charles to her, she said, "What
+is the meaning of your behaviour? Why will you not play with us?"
+
+"Perhaps you may not be pleased, if I tell you, Ma'am; and I do not
+wish to make you angry," answered little Charles.
+
+"But I will know," said the lady, looking vexed.
+
+"My poor papa, when he was alive," said Charles, "used to tell me that
+I ought not to wish for any thing but God's blessing: and he taught me
+this verse--_Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness;
+and all these things shall be added unto you_: (Matt. vi. 33.) and
+this is the reason why I do not like to put on the wishing-cap."
+
+While little Charles was speaking, the rest of the children stood
+staring and laughing; and when he had done, the lady pushed him away,
+saying, "You are a strange, foolish boy, and not fit to play with other
+children. Go to bed immediately."
+
+Charles went up to his room. His cheeks were wet with tears, and his
+heart was very sad. He remembered, that he once had a papa to lean his
+head against when he was unhappy, and a dear mamma to wipe away his
+tears; but they were both dead: yet still he had a Saviour to whom he
+might freely go. So he tried to lift up his heart to this dear Saviour,
+and laying his little head on his pillow, he fell asleep. In his sleep
+he had a very sweet dream about heaven: and when he awoke in the
+morning, he remembered these words in the Prophet Isaiah--_As one whom
+his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you_. (Isaiah lxvi. 13.)
+
+[Illustration]
+
+While Charles was dressing himself, he heard a very great noise down
+stairs. He made haste, and running into the play-room, he found the
+rest of the children screaming and jumping for joy. Charlotte dressed
+in a new muslin frock; Louisa with the wax doll she had wished for;
+James riding on a large new rocking-horse; and Edward with a coachman's
+whip.
+
+"Look here, Master Charles," said James, "see what the wishing-cap
+has brought us! Are you not sorry now that you were such a fool as to
+refuse to put on the wishing-cap?" Then the rude boy began to shout
+and halloo, riding up and down as hard as the horse would go; while
+Edward kept cutting and lashing the heels of the wooden horse with his
+coachman's whip, whistling, and smacking his lips, like a coachman;
+Louisa sung to her doll; and Charlotte danced about in her new frock,
+singing and laughing: and, all together, there was such a noise, that
+it might have been heard to the end of the street; the boys every now
+and then crying out, "Well, Master Charles, what do you think of us
+now?"
+
+Every thing went on very well, and all were in the greatest
+good-humour, till Edward, without intending it, instead of lashing the
+wooden legs of the horse, gave his brother a most terrible cut with his
+long whip, over one knee, and across one hand. James, being made very
+angry with the pain, jumped from his horse; and flying at his brother,
+began to beat him with all his strength. Edward ran to his sisters for
+help; and James followed, continuing to beat him, and saying, "You
+sha'n't horse-whip me for nothing, Sir, I can tell you that."
+
+At length, James pushed Edward against Louisa; by which means, her doll
+was thrown down, and broken to pieces: and Edward, as he fell, caught
+his foot in Charlotte's new frock, and tore it sadly.
+
+Charlotte and Louisa now began to scream and cry in their turns; and
+there was such a dreadful noise, that the lady came in haste to see
+what was the matter.
+
+The children were all quiet, as soon as they saw the lady, and very
+much frightened too. "So," she said, "you have been fighting, you
+naughty children, instead of enjoying the pretty things I got for you!
+You, Charlotte, have torn your frock; and you, Louisa, have broken
+your doll. And as to you, you naughty boys, you have been beating each
+other: go up to your bed-rooms; and there you shall stay all day, and
+have nothing but bread and water. As for the rocking-horse and the
+whip, I shall send them back to the shop."
+
+So the four children were taken up to their rooms; and the whip and the
+rocking-horse were sent back to the shop: but little Charles was asked
+to breakfast with the lady in the parlour. And she said to him, "I
+begin to think your papa was a wise man, when he taught you to seek for
+nothing but God's blessing: for I see that having the things we wish
+for, does not always make us the happier."
+
+Little Charles was much pleased, when he heard the lady speak so
+kindly; and he asked her to forgive the other children, but she would
+not.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And now I will tell you how little Charles received at last what he had
+secretly desired above all things, and how happy it made him.
+
+About two months after this time, all the children were taken ill
+with a fever which was then going about London. They all recovered,
+however, but little Charles; for though the lady took great care of
+him, because she now began to love him, and though a very skilful
+doctor came often to see him, yet he got worse and worse. For many days
+he could not speak, and did not know any body.
+
+At last, the time of his death drew very near. He had been asleep; and
+opened his eyes, while the lady was standing by his bed. He looked
+quite cheerful; and holding out his hand to her, "I am going to die,
+Ma'am," he said, "I feel death approaching; but I am very happy. That
+dear Saviour whose love my father taught me to seek, is very near me,
+though my eyes do not now see him. He comforts me with his promises,
+and tells me that for his sake death shall be made easy to me."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"It was because I desired his love alone, that I ceased to wish for
+other things. I knew that they could not make me happy. All the world,
+my papa taught me, could not make me happy without my Saviour's love.
+And now I am going to this dear Saviour; and I know that he will
+forgive my sins, because he gave me grace to seek him."
+
+Then little Charles prayed that God would bless the lady, and the other
+children under her care: and soon afterwards he died.
+
+I am happy to tell you, that the lady never forgot little Charles's
+words upon his dying bed. From that time, she gave her heart to seek
+heavenly blessings instead of earthly possessions: and she used often
+to say to the other children, when they were wishing for toys, or
+other foolish things, "Remember little Charles; and, like him, put away
+the wishing-cap."
+
+And so I say to you, my dear little children, who may hereafter read
+this story,--
+
+
+                     DON'T PUT ON THE WISHING-CAP.
+
+
+                                FINIS.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+                           THE ULTIMATE EVE
+
+                         By H. SANFORD EFFRON
+
+                   _Her creators had no doubt of her
+                 effectiveness. She would conquer this
+                     planet ... the armed might of
+                    Earth would vanish before her._
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                      Planet Stories Winter 1954.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+The sun had not yet taken the chill out of the early April morning that
+broke on the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, when the ship settled to
+the ground. It was surprisingly large compared to the aircraft native
+to this planet, and yet ridiculously small to have brought enough men
+and material to launch an invasion across light years of space.
+
+The landing went unobserved in this fearful year of 1955. The world
+faced too many crucial crises of their own making to consider the
+necessity to be watchful for an extra-terrestrial invasion.
+
+Hardly had the craft come to rest, when the outer lock slid noiselessly
+open and a small ladder-like stairway came down until it too had
+touched earth.
+
+A man appeared in the doorway, pausing to study the landscape which
+lay before him. His features, his body, were human. Despite his being
+too well muscled, and his face unusually handsome, he would never have
+aroused suspicion of being from another planet.
+
+Grunting in satisfaction, he permitted himself the pleasure of being
+proud at having landed so near the cabin chosen as his goal. It had
+been a wise choice, this picking of so well isolated a place as a
+testing ground for the weapon. A wisp of smoke, a dark smudge against
+the rich blueness of the sky, attested to the cabin's occupancy. What
+he was about to do seemed fitting, for even the scientists of this
+planet had used animal life to test their own puny weapons. Now he,
+man, would be the guinea pig to prove the devastation to be wrought
+against all mankind native to this world.
+
+He turned and spoke to someone within the lock. His language, while
+resembling no earthly tongue, was not much different than perhaps
+English to Chinese. It was foreign but not completely alien.
+
+With the ease of a man accustomed to heavier gravity he went down the
+ladder easily, turning when he reached the ground to look up at the
+lock.
+
+And then to the edge of the air lock, she came--the weapon! There had
+been no doubt in the minds of her creators as to her effectiveness--she
+would conquer this planet. The armed might of Earth would vanish
+before her. Before the year had ended the invasion would have been
+accomplished. As a weapon, the Earth's H-Bomb might well be a mere
+firecracker. She had been tested against the men of her own planet and
+found to be irresistible, but now would come the final test against the
+enemy without laboratory-controlled conditions.
+
+The planet she had come from is unimportant, suffice to say their
+technology had conquered space over a thousand years ago. For over
+half that time they had subjugated neighboring worlds until their rule
+had spread to the borders of Earth. Scouting ships had been spying on
+Earth for the past two centuries and had brought back alarming reports
+concerning the rapidly expanding technology of this planet.
+
+Soon after the aliens had discovered the secret of space flight had
+come the added knowledge planets could be conquered by other than the
+force of arms. Psychological warfare had been developed to a fantastic
+degree, making weapons more potent than any bombs of fissionable
+material.
+
+There she stood, a monument to her creators. Eve, soon to be conqueror
+of the planet Earth.
+
+To attempt description of her beauty would be an impossibility, for the
+languages of man do not contain the necessary word-symbols to express
+the utter perfection of her face and form. To each man she would appear
+different, for he would see in her the substance of his unconscious
+desires for the woman he had never dreamed might exist. For this
+purpose the scientists had labored in their laboratories for nearly a
+half century, and now she would justify the time and effort spent in
+her creation.
+
+Gently, she smiled at the man waiting below, and despite the special
+conditioning he had undergone, and the drugs he took with careful
+regularity for added protection, he almost surrendered to the impulse
+to throw himself at her feet; to beg for only the privilege to serve
+her, to obey her, and to worship her.
+
+Out of the entire space fleet, he, Commander Ydnas, after extensive
+psychological testing, had been selected for this task. The three
+months of conditioning had passed rapidly, his response to the
+treatments had been better than they had dared to hope. In the two
+weeks of their flight he had been unaffected by her presence, and now
+upon landing he was beginning to feel the strain he was under. He
+wondered what would have happened had it not been for the added help of
+the drugs?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+His face betrayed none of the anxiety he now felt. It was an impassive
+mask, his body was ramrod tense and erect.
+
+She came down the steps gracefully, her litheness would have made the
+movements of a cat seem awkward and clumsy.
+
+Both had been thoroughly trained in the languages needed to carry out
+the plan of invasion, English and Russian. First, the large continent
+of North America would be disarmed at her command; and then they would
+move across the large body of water to Europe. Russia would be their
+initial target there. The invasion timetable called for a three month
+campaign, and then Eve would be removed from the planet before the
+occupation fleet from the mother world would land. Not a man would be
+lost, nor a space ship damaged, and yet the planet's rich potential
+would be theirs for the taking.
+
+And what of Eve? She was too dangerous to be permitted to return to her
+creators. Commander Ydnas had his instructions covering the final phase
+of the invasion plan. When her task of disarming Earth was completed,
+and the planet lay helpless to defend itself, they would blast off into
+space together. Soon as Earth's atmosphere was left behind, she would
+be slain, her body incinerated through the rocket tubes.
+
+It seemed such a dreadful waste to destroy such beauty of perfection,
+but the Commander, raised from infancy to be a space officer, realized
+the need for her disposal. After the need for a weapon has passed, it
+is safer to destroy it then risk the danger of trying to store it. Even
+on this world they dumped their poison gases into the seas and did the
+same with the more volatile explosives.
+
+"Come," he said, starting toward the cabin. When she would have taken
+his hand, he brushed it aside angrily. Even the work the psychologists
+had done to condition him, and the strength of the drugs, could be
+trusted only up to a point. He feared what her touch might do to the
+iron discipline with which he kept himself in check.
+
+The only response to his rebuff, was a shrug of those magnificently
+rounded shoulders, and a lazy half-smile of amusement.
+
+Her creators had considered it a bit of ironic humor to name her so
+outlandish and yet befitting a name as Eve. For her namesake too had
+been a temptress bringing about the calamities of mankind, and now eons
+later another Eve would end the supremacy of man.
+
+At the door of the cabin the commander paused. His eyes sought those of
+the woman. She stood regarding him strangely, and for the first time he
+found himself wondering what she must feel about her part in bringing
+about the defeat of a world? She had no control over her actions. She
+was conditioned to follow the tenets of the master plan. He wished he
+had not held himself so aloof from her during the flight. Now there was
+no time to question what she felt. And after the invasion for her there
+would be only destruction.
+
+Annoyed with himself, he turned back to the door, his knuckles sounded
+dully against the thickness of the wood. He waited impatiently,
+receiving no answer to his knocking. With one hand near the weapon in
+his belt, he reached out and lifted the latch.
+
+Gesturing for Eve to remain outside, he stepped over the threshold.
+
+A man dozed in the large chair before the still smouldering fireplace.
+When the cool air reached him he shivered and opened his eyes.
+
+"I am Commander Ydnas."
+
+The man gazed at him blankly, his sleep-stained face bewildered at the
+rude awakening. He seemed unimpressed by the military splendor of the
+commander's uniform.
+
+The commander eyed the man with mild contempt. This would do as a
+guinea pig to prove the effectiveness of Eve. Here too would be an
+excellent base of operations. The man could supply many useful details
+needed before the invasion could begin.
+
+"Eve," he called. "Come in!"
+
+She entered the room reluctantly, her gaze pitying the man seated so
+strangely still in his chair. She waited for his expression to change
+when he saw her. In a moment he would be grovelling at her feet. Eve
+hated what she was doing, but the patterns implanted in her brain by
+the creators made it impossible for her to resist.
+
+The Commander's stern jaw relaxed, his mouth fell open in shock.
+Impossible! Incredible! The man continued to remain motionless,
+regarding them with annoyed perplexity.
+
+The scientists had blundered; earth beings were not creatures governed
+by their emotions. The data collected by the spy ships had been
+erroneous, the invasion would fail.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Instinctively he looked to the woman. Eve watched him in open
+amusement, and he wondered if he had not caught a glimpse of sympathy
+in her eyes. She knew what this meant to him. No man returned to the
+mother planet in defeat. If he did not follow the time-honored custom
+of self-destruction to atone for his failure, he would face a quick
+death when he returned.
+
+"What--what did you want?" asked the man, annoyance making his voice a
+petulant whine.
+
+"Nothing, sir. We made a mistake. I'm afraid we came to the wrong
+place."
+
+The Commander turned to Eve, his face transformed by a smile for the
+first time since they had been together.
+
+"I know of an asteroid that is pretty well out of the space lanes. It
+has an atmosphere and can support life without a great struggle on our
+part. Do you think you could like it there? Of course, it wouldn't be
+much of a world for you to conquer, and I would be the only man to
+serve you ... but...."
+
+She studied him thoughtfully, and then in answer to what he had asked,
+she took his arm. They left the cabin together, walking very closely.
+
+It must have seemed a cosmic joke to the gods of the universe to see
+the invader and the woman, who was to have been his weapon, pause and
+wave a casual farewell to the planet they had come to conquer.
+
+"Asteroid," the man mused aloud. "What kind of crazy gibberish had they
+been talking? Must be honeymooners from one of the nearby resorts."
+
+He shrugged in an attempt to dismiss it from his mind, maybe he ought
+to ask Helen about it when she got back. Come to think of it she should
+be back with the supplies any minute now.
+
+There was a strange roar from outside, and the sound of some great
+object hurtling through the air, but strangely enough the man did
+not leap from his chair and rush to the door to see what created the
+disturbance.
+
+He did not move from the fireplace until the chill had begun to fill
+the cabin, and then reluctantly he stood up fumbling along the side of
+the chair for some object leaning against it.
+
+When he located it, he grasped it tightly, and then made his way
+cautiously to the door. He shifted the stick to his left hand fumbling
+for the latch. Locating it he closed the door.
+
+The invaders had come ... and left in defeat. But the victor would
+never know he had beaten off the first invasion of Earth, saving
+mankind from slavery and civilization from destruction. To him they
+were mere voices babbling meaningless words. The splendor of their
+space ship, the wondrous fatal beauty of the woman never would be known
+to him ... for he was totally blind!
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+       Translation of the Life of Omar ibn Said: Manuscript No. 1
+
+
+
+
+ ● Transcriber’s Notes:
+    ○ This document was transcribed from a handwritten text. The author
+      later made changes and insertions which are marked like this
+      [↑my], meaning the word “my” was written as an insertion at that
+      point.
+    ○ There was no page numbered 5 in the manuscript.
+    ○ In the paragraph beginning “I gave alms every year, gold,” there
+      is an illegible word.
+    ○ Missing or obscured punctuation was silently corrected.
+    ○ Typographical errors were silently corrected.
+    ○ Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation were made consistent only
+      when a predominant form was found in this book.
+    ○ Text that was in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_).
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+                                                          Omar ben Saeed
+
+
+
+
+                                  (1)
+
+                          Manuscript, No. 1.—
+
+
+          In the name of God, the merciful the gracious.—God grant his
+blessing upon our lord (seidna) Mohammed. Blessed be He in whose hand is
+the kingdom & who is Almighty; who created death & life that he might
+make you the best of his works; for he is exalted; he is the forgiver
+(of sins,) who created seven heavens one above the other. Do you discern
+anything trifling in creation. Bring back your thoughts. Do you see
+anything worthless. Recall your vision in earnest. Turn your eye inward
+for it is diseased. God has adorned the heavens & the world with lamps,
+& has made us missiles for the devils, & given us for them a grievous
+punishment, & to those who have disbelieved their Lord, the punishment
+of hell & pains of body. Whoever associates with them shall hear a
+boiling caldron, & what is cast therein may fitly represent those who
+suffer under the anger of God.—Ask them if a prophet (director) has not
+been sent unto them. They say, “yes; a prophet has come to us, but we
+have lied to him.” We said, “God has not sent us down any thing, & you
+are in grievous error.” They say, “If we had listened & been wise we
+should not now have been suffering the punishment of the Omniscient.” So
+they confess they have sinned in destroying the followers of the
+Omniscient. Those who fear their Lord & profess his name, they receive
+pardon & great honor. Guard your words, (ye wicked), make it known that
+God is all-wise in all his manifestations. Do you not know from the
+creation that God is full of skill? that He has made for you the way of
+error, & you have walked therein, & have chosen to live upon what your
+god, Nasûr has furnished you. Believe on Him who dwells in heaven, who
+has fitted the earth to be your support & it shall give you food.
+Believe on Him who dwells in Heaven, who has sent you a prophet, & you
+shall understand what a teacher (He has sent you.) Those that were
+before them deceived them (in regard to their prophet.) And how came
+they to reject him? Did they not [↑see] in the heavens above them, how
+the fowls of the air receive with pleasure that which is sent them? God
+looks after all. Believe ye: it is He who supplies your wants, that you
+may take his gifts & enjoy them, & take great pleasure in them. And now
+will you go on in error, or walk in the path of righteousness. Say to
+them; “He who regards you with care, & who has made for you the heavens
+& the earth: & gives you prosperity, Him you think little of. This is He
+that planted you in the earth, & to whom you are soon to be gathered.”
+But they say, “If you are men of truth, tell us when shall this promise
+be fulfilled?” Say to them; “Does not God know? & am not I an evident
+Prophet?” When those who disbelieve shall see the things draw near
+before their faces, it shall then be told them, “these are the things
+about which you made inquiry.” Have you seen that God has destroyed me
+or those with me? or rather that He has shewn us mercy? And who will
+defend the unbeliever from a miserable punishment? Say; “Knowledge is
+from God.” Say; “Have you not seen that your water has become impure?
+Who will bring you fresh water from the fountain?”
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+O Sheikh Hunter I cannot write my life because I have forgotten much of
+my own language, as well as [↑of] the Arabic. Do not be hard upon me my
+brother.—To God let many thanks be paid for his great mercy & goodness.
+
+
+                                Page 14—
+
+
+In the name of God, the Gracious, the Merciful.—Thanks be to God,
+supreme in goodness, & kindness, & grace, & who is worthy of all honor,
+who created all things for his service, even man’s power of action & of
+speech.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+                      From Omar to Sheikh Hunter.
+
+
+          You asked me to write my life. I am not able to do this
+because I have much forgotten my own, as well as the Arabic language.
+Neither can I write very grammatically or according to the true idiom.
+And so, my brother, I beg you, in God’s name, not to chide me, for I am
+a man of weak eyes, & of a weak body.
+
+My name is Omar ibn Seid, (son of Seid.)
+
+
+
+
+                                  (2)
+
+
+My birth place was Fut Tûr, [↑(Fouta Toro,)] between the two rivers,
+(Mesopotamia in Africa?) I sought knowledge under the instruction of
+[↑a] Sheikh called Mohammed Seid, my own brother, & Sheikh Soleiman
+Kembeh, & Sheikh Gabriel Abdal. I continued my studies twenty five
+years, & then returned to my home where I remained six years. Then there
+came to our place a large army, who killed many men, & took me, &
+brought me to the great sea, & sold me into the hands of the Christians
+[↑who bound me] & sent [↑me] on board a great ship & [↑we] sailed upon
+the great sea a month & a half, when we came to a place called
+Charleston in the Christian language. There they sold me to a small,
+weak, & wicked man, called Johnson, a complete infidel, who had no fear
+of God at all. Now I am a small man; & unable to do hard work so I fled
+from [↑the hand of] Johnson & after a month came to a place called
+Fayd-il (Fayette-ville?). Here I saw some great houses (churches). On
+the new-moon I went into a church to pray. A lad saw me & rode off to
+the place of his father & informed him that he had seen a black man in
+the church. A man named Handah (Hunter?) & another man with him on
+horseback, came attended by a troop of dogs. They took me & made me go
+with them twelve miles to a place called Fayd-il(?) where they put me
+into a great house from which I could not go out. I continued in the
+great house (which, in the Christian language, they called jail) sixteen
+days & nights. One Friday the jailor came & opened the door of the house
+& I saw a great many men all Christians, some of whom called out to me,
+“what is your name? Is it Omar or Seid?” I did not understand their
+Christian language. A man called Bob Mumford took me [↑& led me] out of
+the jail, & I was very well pleased to go with them to their place. I
+staid at Mumford’s four days & nights, & then a man named Jim Owen, son
+in law of Mumford, who married his daughter Betsey, asked me if I was
+willing to go to a place called Bladen, (B. Co. N.C.). I said, Yes, I
+was willing. I went with them & have remained in the place (house?) of
+Jim Owen until now.
+
+Before (after?) I came into the hand of Gen. Owen a man by the name of
+Mitchell came to buy me. He asked me if I were willing to go to
+Charleston City. I said “no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I not willing to go
+to Charleston. I stay in the hand of Jim Owen.”
+
+                  *       *       *       *       *
+
+O ye people of N. Carolina, O ye people of S. Carolina, O ye people of
+America, all of you; have you among you any two such men as Jim Owen &
+John Owen. These men are good men. What food they eat they give to me to
+eat. As they clothe themselves they clothe me. They permit me to read
+the gospel of God, our Lord, & Saviour, & King; who regulates all our
+circumstances, our health & wealth, & who bestows his mercies willingly,
+not by constraint. According to my power I open my heart, as to a great
+light, to receive the true way, the way of the Lord Jesus the Messiah.
+
+Before I came to the Christian country, my religion was the religion of
+“Mohammed, the Apostle of God—may God have mercy upon him, & give him
+peace.” I walked to the mosque before day-break, washed my face & head &
+hands & feet. I prayed at noon, prayed in the afternoon, prayed at
+sun-set, prayed in the evening. I gave alms every year, gold, silver,
+seeds, [_illegible word_], cattle, sheep, goats, rice, wheat, & barley.
+I gave tithes of all the above-named things. I went every year to the
+holy war against the infidels. I went on pilgrimage to Mecca, as all did
+who were able.——My father had six sons & five daughters, & my mother had
+three sons & one daughter. When I left my country I was thirty seven
+years old;—I have been in the country of the Christians twenty four
+years.——Written A.D. 1831—
+
+[↑Written in year one thousand eight hundred and one and thirty of Jesus
+the messiah]
+
+O ye people of N. Carolina, O ye people of S. Carolina, O all ye people
+of America—the first son of Jim Owen is called Thomas, & his sister is
+called Masa-jein (Martha Jane?) This is an excellent family.
+
+Tom Owen & Nell Owen have two sons & a daughter. The first son is called
+Jim & the second John. The daughter is named Melissa.
+
+Seid Jim Owen & his wife Betsey have two sons & five daughters. Their
+names are Tom, & John, & Mercy, Miriam, Sophia, Margaret & Eliza. This
+family is a very nice family.
+
+
+
+
+                                  (3)
+
+
+The wife of John Owen is called Louisa & an excellent wife she is. She
+had five children. Three of them died & two are still living.
+
+O ye Americans,—ye people of N. Carolina—have you, have you, have you,
+have you among you a family like this family having so much love to God
+as they?
+
+                  *       *       *       *       *
+
+Formerly I, Omar, loved to read the book of the Koran the famous. Gen.
+Jim Owen & his wife used to read the gospel, & they read it to me very
+much,—the gospel of God, our Lord, our Creator, our King, He that orders
+all our circumstances, health & wealth, willingly, not constrainedly,
+according to his power.—Open thou my heart to the gospel, to the way of
+uprightness.—Thanks to the Lord of all worlds, thanks in abundance. He
+is plenteous in mercy & abundant in goodness.
+
+For the law was given by Moses but grace & truth were by Jesus the
+Messiah.
+
+When I was a Mohammedan I prayed thus: “Thanks be to God, Lord of all
+worlds, the merciful the gracious Lord of the day of Judgment, thee we
+serve, on thee we call for help. Direct us in the right way, the way of
+those on whom thou hast had mercy, with whom thou has not been angry &
+who walk not in error. Amen.”—But now I pray “Our Father” &c.. in the
+words of our Lord Jesus the Messiah.
+
+                  *       *       *       *       *
+
+I reside in this our country by reason of great necessity. Wicked men
+took me by violence & sold me to the Christians. We sailed a month & a
+half on the great sea to the place called Charleston in the Christian
+land. I fell into the hand of a small, weak & wicked man, who feared not
+God at all, nor did he read (the gospel) at all nor pray. I was afraid
+to remain with a man so depraved & who committed so many crimes & I ran
+away. After a month our Lord God brought me forward to the hand of a
+good man, who fears God, & loves to do good, & whose name is Jim Owen &
+whose brother is called Col. John Owen. These are two excellent men.——I
+am residing in Bladen county.
+
+I continue in the hand of Jim Owen who never beats me, nor scolds me. I
+neither go hungry nor naked, & I have no hard work to do. I am not able
+to do hard work for I am a small man & feeble. During the last twenty
+years I have known no want in the hand of Jim Owen.—
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Transcribed from the 1849 John Murray edition by David Price, email
+ccx074@pglaf.org
+
+
+
+
+
+                                    A
+                                  LETTER
+                               ON THE LATE
+                          POST OFFICE AGITATION.
+
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                                    BY
+
+                        CHARLES JOHN VAUGHAN, D.D.
+
+             HEAD MASTER OF HARROW SCHOOL, AND LATE FELLOW OF
+                       TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                                 LONDON:
+                      JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET:
+                            CROSSLEY, HARROW.
+
+                                MDCCCXLIX.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+        LONDON: PRINTED BY W. NICOL, SHAKSPEARE PRESS, PALL MALL.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+A LETTER, &c.
+
+
+MY DEAR SIR,
+
+We have been lately invited to sign a parochial remonstrance against some
+projected changes in the business of the London Post Office.  I, for one,
+declined the invitation.  I never thought of obtruding upon others my
+_reasons_ for this refusal.  I am not the Minister of the Parish; nor
+have my opinions, therefore, on such a subject, any particular claim on
+the attention of my neighbours.
+
+You know the circumstance which now compels me to explain myself.  I
+regret the necessity.  But neither I, nor those who have agreed with me
+on this occasion, can listen in silence to the imputation of being
+indifferent to the national observance of the Sunday.  If I can show you
+that we are not justly liable to this suspicion, it is well worth while
+to do so.  If I fail to convince you, I shall at least have entered a
+serious protest, for myself and them, against such an imputation.
+
+I have thoroughly examined the original minute (submitted by Mr. Rowland
+Hill to the Post Master General in February last) which formed the basis
+of the late alteration in the Sunday duties of the Post Office.  I could
+wish that that minute had been more generally studied by those who have
+pronounced a judgment upon the question.  It is open to your inspection:
+you may form, therefore, your own opinion upon the justice of the
+following observations.
+
+The measure now impugned (the transmission, namely, of certain provincial
+and foreign letters through London on the Sunday) is not an isolated one.
+It is but one part of a more general scheme.  And what is the object of
+that scheme, as described in the minute referred to? {5}  _The reduction
+of the Sunday duties of the Post Office_.  _The securing of the utmost
+possible amount of Sunday rest to all connected with the Post Office_.
+What, again, was the first part of the same measure?  What was that
+earlier step, taken by the same persons in the same direction, of which
+the present change is a consequence?  _The total suspension of all
+money-order business on Sunday throughout England and Wales_.  And what
+are some of those ulterior measures, to which the attention of the
+originators of this is next to be directed?  _The deferring of work now
+done on the Sunday till after midnight_. {6a}  _The reduction of Sunday
+work_, _even at the chief Office_, _considerably below its present
+amount_. {6b}  _Important measures of relief to the rural messengers and
+rural receivers on the Sunday_. {6c}  What, finally, is the declared
+object of the _present_ alteration?  _Further relief from Sunday labour
+in the provincial Post Offices_; _and thus_, _the diminution of Sunday
+work in the department as a whole_.  So far from its being correct to
+state this as a merely accidental result of the measure, it is its very
+object and purpose, to which all else is subordinate and subsidiary.
+
+Ought not these considerations to preclude at least a precipitate
+sentence of condemnation?  May we not be permitted to learn the object of
+a measure from its author?  Are we justified in imputing to any man, I do
+not say, motives which he disavows, but motives of which he professes the
+very opposite, and against which his own previous and subsequent acts
+obviously militate?
+
+But the change, however well meant, may be practically injurious.  It may
+cause more harm than it obviates.  It may introduce more Sunday labour
+than it supersedes.  This is, of course, conceivable.  It is just
+possible, doubtless, that an able and experienced officer of this
+department of the Government may be found, on this one occasion, so
+unskilful or so short-sighted, as to have effected, not _less_ than he
+proposed, but the very _opposite_ of that which he designed.  But is it
+so?
+
+It is admitted that, at first sight, the alteration in question may seem
+to _increase_ the Sunday duties of the Post Office.  In London, to a
+certain extent, it does.  It will require, at the outset, the additional
+attendance of twenty-five persons (hereafter, possibly, of a somewhat
+larger number) on Sunday in the London Post Office. {7}  That attendance,
+you will observe is _voluntary_.  Nor is it allowed, in any case, to
+infringe upon the hours of divine service.  It is proposed that the whole
+interval from ten in the morning till five in the afternoon be left
+perfectly free. {8a}  Nor yet would it be correct to represent the
+alteration as involving any change of _principle_.  The attendance and
+employment of _certain_ persons, the reception and assortment of
+_certain_ letters, on the Sunday, even in the London Post Office, is no
+new thing. {8b}  The conscience of the Christian community has left
+_these_ practices unchallenged and unnoticed until now.  Such
+considerations ought to have some weight in our estimate of the present
+innovation.  Still, so far as it goes, and taken alone, the augmentation
+of the Sunday force in the London Post Office is admitted to be an evil.
+Is it counterbalanced by any greater good?
+
+It is necessary to take a _national_ view of such a question.  The Post
+Office system throughout England is one, not many.  The London Office,
+and the provincial Offices, are but several parts of one connected whole.
+The question, therefore, is, not whether this Office, or that Office,
+separately regarded, will be a gainer or a loser by the change; but
+whether, on the whole, the _aggregate_ of gain or of loss will
+preponderate; whether, so to say, the Post Office of _England_, as
+distinguished from that of London separately, or that of York or of
+Manchester separately, will thus be relieved on the Sunday, or burdened.
+If twenty-five _additional_ servants are required in the _London_ Office
+on the Sunday, and _twice_ twenty-five can be _relieved_ on that day in
+the _provincial_ Offices; the change, so far as it extends, is salutary.
+Now, if this obvious principle be granted, the question is decided at
+once.  Beyond all contradiction, the present measure is one of relief
+from Sunday labour to the department _as a whole_.  But the opponents of
+the measure argue thus: Taking the London Office by itself, an _addition_
+is proposed to the labours of the Sunday: this is a sinful project: and
+if it be urged, on the other side, that a tenfold _relief_ will thus be
+afforded to the _provincial_ Offices, they answer, that this is but
+_doing evil that good may come_.  Yet is not this argument capable of an
+easy inversion?  Are you not, in _resisting_ the proposed relief of the
+country Offices, on the plea of regard for that of London, doing, in
+fact, a great evil—not that a small good may come, but that a small evil
+may not come?
+
+What, then, are some of the advantages (speaking merely with reference to
+the observance of the Sunday) by which this admitted evil is
+counterbalanced?  I will enumerate three only.
+
+1.  The cessation of several Sunday cross-posts, by which the detention
+of letters in London throughout that day has been hitherto evaded or
+obviated: {10} and this, without any addition to the existing number of
+mail-trains, or other means of transmission, to or from London, on the
+Sunday. {11a}
+
+2.  A great diminution of the former amount of letters written and read
+in the country on that day. {11b}
+
+3.  The entire discontinuance of a second delivery of letters on Sunday
+throughout England and Wales: {12} a measure affecting considerably more
+than two hundred Towns, and affording direct and immediate relief to a
+very far larger number of persons.
+
+Nor is it, perhaps, altogether presumptuous to express a hope that the
+unrestricted _transmission_ of letters on the Sunday may eventually be
+followed by an equally general _suspension_ of their _delivery_; by which
+London and the country would be placed, in this respect, on a footing of
+perfect equality; the due observance of the Sunday being alike in both
+secured, with no injurious consequences, in either, to the business of
+the following day.
+
+Meanwhile, it is ascertained that, by the alterations already effected, a
+very large body (amounting to some hundreds at least) of persons now
+occupied on the Sunday in the provincial Offices, even during the hours
+of public worship, will be enabled to obtain rest on that day, and to
+enjoy without interruption the benefit of its religious services. {13}
+The number of principal Post Offices thus benefited, in a greater or less
+degree,—some to the extent of _seven hours_ of additional suspension of
+business on every Sunday,—amounts very nearly to _five hundred_.  A very
+far larger number, at present imperfectly ascertained, of Sub-offices
+throughout the country, will partake of the same advantage.  The total
+number of _persons_ thus relieved will obviously far exceed that of the
+aggregate of _Offices_.  And who will say that these great benefits, _the
+direct and principal __object_ (be it remembered) _of the whole measure_,
+are utterly vitiated by their unavoidable accompaniment—the employment,
+namely, of a small _additional_ force in _one_, the Metropolitan Office,
+on the same day?
+
+What, then, remains, to justify the agitation occasioned by this measure,
+but a vague and indefinite suspicion that a change in one direction may
+lead to a change in the other? that a measure which proposes neither to
+bring in nor take out a single London letter on the Sunday, {14} may
+eventually cause, in London itself, both a Sunday collection and a Sunday
+delivery? that he who now seeks to lighten Sunday labour, to diminish
+Sunday deliveries, Sunday letter-writing and letter-reading, may
+hereafter lend his aid to their augmentation and diffusion?  Let these
+evils be met, on their proper ground, and at the proper time.  Let the
+good sense and the religious feeling of the country be appealed to when
+the danger really threatens.  At present, it is as remote as ever.  It
+will not be brought one step nearer by _this_ measure.  But it _may_ be
+increased by a premature and unreasonable outcry, to be succeeded, as
+usual, by a very natural recoil.
+
+                          I remain, my dear Sir,
+
+                                                         Yours very truly,
+
+                                                            C. J. VAUGHAN.
+
+HARROW,
+         _November_ 16, 1849
+
+
+
+
+_By the Same Author_.
+
+
+SERMONS, chiefly Parochial.  8vo. 1845.
+
+SERMONS, preached in the Chapel of Harrow School.  8vo.  1847.
+
+NINE SERMONS, preached for the most part in the Chapel of Harrow School.
+12mo.  1849.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+AN EARNEST APPEAL to the Master and Seniors of Trinity College,
+Cambridge, on the Revision of the Statutes.  By TWO OF THE FELLOWS, 8vo.
+1840.
+
+
+
+
+FOOTNOTES.
+
+
+{5}  See Minute, 1, 2, 3.  “I beg to submit my views as to further
+measures for reducing the Sunday duties of the Post Office.  The
+importance of affording to all connected with the Post Office the utmost
+amount of rest on the Sunday that is consistent with a due regard to
+public convenience, having led to measures for the suspension of
+money-order business on that day throughout England and Wales, it is very
+satisfactory to remark, &c. &c.  And I confidently anticipate like
+satisfactory results, should the Treasury concur in your Lordship’s
+recent recommendation of a similar measure in Ireland and Scotland . . .
+In considering the above improvement, the importance of similar relief as
+respects other duties was kept in mind; and, from the investigations
+which have been made, there can be no doubt that a further very important
+relief as relates to Sunday work may be effected in all the provincial
+offices.”
+
+{6a}  Minute, 25.
+
+{6b}  Minute, 26.
+
+{6c}  Minute, 39.
+
+{7}  Minute, 18, 19.
+
+{8a}  Minute, 17.
+
+{8b}  Minute, 12, 13.  “Even to London [under the old system] nearly all
+letters from Ireland, Scotland, and the out-ports, as also all foreign
+and colonial letters whatever, are brought, as on other days; the same
+being partly assorted at the chief office on the Sunday, for delivery or
+for forwarding, as the case may be, the next morning.  For the
+performance of these duties, and for the selection and delivery of the
+‘States’ (letters addressed chiefly to the higher offices of Government),
+twenty-six persons are ordinarily employed at the chief office on the
+Sunday, their time of occupation being, on the average, six hours.  The
+arrival of a heavy mail from abroad requires a greater force.”
+
+{10}  Minute, 11.  “The evil of detention has been found so serious, that
+in several cases the rule has been evaded, either by making use of other
+existing channels for the conveyance of the mails sent on ordinary days
+through London, or by the actual establishment of Sunday cross-posts;
+either of which arrangements obviously involves increased expence,
+trouble, liability to error, perplexity to the public, _and additional
+Sunday work_.”
+
+{11a}  Minute, 14, 33.
+
+{11b}  Minute, 21, 22, 23.  “It is notorious that a blank post is
+everywhere preceded and followed by a greater amount of correspondence
+than usual.  Thus, in London, the average number of letters is greater on
+Saturday by 6 per cent., and on Monday by 25 per cent., than on other
+days.  But, as respects the correspondence sent through London, Saturday
+evening is at present in most towns a blank post time.  It therefore
+follows that such correspondence is despatched from the provinces in
+unusual amount on Saturday morning, and on Sunday morning or evening,
+according as there may or may not be a Sunday day mail.  Now each of
+these augmentations tends to produce additional Sunday work, both to the
+department and to the public.  For the letters in the first category are
+for the most part distributed by the Post Office and read by the public
+on the Sunday, and those in the second are for the most part written by
+the public and despatched by the office on Sunday.  It is obvious
+therefore that, as far as relates to the letters in question, the
+proposed change would entirely get rid of Sunday work, as respects the
+public; while, as respects the department, it would exchange work now
+dispersed through nearly a thousand offices for concentrated employment
+in one; the latter requiring a less proportionate force, and falling on
+such time as to be dealt with without infringement on the hours of divine
+service.”
+
+{12}  Minute, 27, 28; where the _connection_ of this measure with that
+now under consideration is more fully illustrated.
+
+{13}  Minute, 37.
+
+{14}  Minute, 34.
+
+
+
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+
+                             IN HIS IMAGE
+
+                            By BRYCE WALTON
+
+             Towering and invulnerable, they stood on the
+          hills, patiently awaiting their master. Meanwhile,
+                they slew the vermin crawling below....
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                      Planet Stories Winter 1948.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Jon ran down the long corridor and into the Old Man's room. He was
+breathless as he threw himself on his face beneath the Old Man's chair
+made from gypsum. A kind of savage eagerness lighted his face, but the
+Old Man's face, a frozen pallid ball crinkled into a million lines, was
+sad and hopelessly resigned.
+
+"I seen 'em," Jon cried. "I seen 'em." His unhealthily pallid body,
+though big and rawboned, was slender and writhed with a leathery
+strength that comes with constant effort and exercise rather than diet
+and sun.
+
+The Old Man shrugged. His voice was a hoarse whisper in that one cavern
+among the hundred and fifty miles of corridors, interlocking levels and
+rivers that made up the underground hideaway.
+
+"So you seen 'em, Jon. Many have seen the Mechs. The Mechs might have
+seen you too. If they ever find us here--well, they'd probe us out,
+like we were grubs. And they'd burn us with those red-ray eyes. Why'd
+you go up on top? You know it's against the rules."
+
+Jon got up. His chest heaved. His eyes were polished beads in a thick
+nest of reddish beard.
+
+"'Cause I don't like livin' in this cave like a grub. I been up twice,
+and now I can't stay down here anymore. Nobody else's got guts enough
+to go up. So let 'em stay down here and rot! But I'm going back up on
+top, Chief. And I'm staying up there."
+
+The Old Man leaned back. He couldn't hide the gleam of gruff respect in
+his eyes. "Go ahead, Jon, but don't come back down. Once they get on
+your tail, you can't shake 'em and you'd lead 'em right back here, and
+then they'd get the rest of us. As far as I know, Jon, we're the only
+humans left."
+
+Jon's hands clenched. "And so might all of us be dead too. Livin' down
+here in this cave where they ain't never no sun, eatin' lizards and
+snakes, and dyin' off one by one anyway. We're all gonna be dead in
+another year. What's so great about spendin' that year crawlin' and
+grubbin' down here? Scared to even take one last look at the sun? It's
+not for me, Chief. I'm leavin'."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The Old Man shrugged again. "Go ahead, I said. Just promise not to ever
+come back and lead them down here. You'll promise that, Jon?"
+
+Something thickened in his throat, but he managed to say yes. He
+turned, then twisted back toward the Old Man. "You're smart," he said.
+"You're supposed to know about when they took over. I've asked others.
+No one seems to know, and they care less. Would you tell me, Chief.
+What are _they_--the Mechs?"
+
+The Old Man's voice echoed strangely against the surrounding grotesque
+bars of limestone stalactites and stalagmites in multicolored hues of
+fusing reds and orange, purple and browns. A pinched face peered at
+them from between the ancient bars, then withdrew its tired eyes.
+
+"Maybe there's fifty humans left down here in Mammoth Hole," the Old
+Man said softly. "Maybe there ain't nobody else left in the world. Just
+them with their silent machinery drivin' over the wastes, and their
+red death eyes sweeping the dark, grubbin' for us. The big war went
+on and on, nobody knows how long. But humans couldn't fight it. Too
+much deadly radiation, so they made machines to fight for 'em. The sky
+and the land were just masses of machines, throwing out clouds and
+streamers and explosions. The land became nothing but pools and seas
+of deadly dust, and fire. The sky was clouded with it. And people went
+underground. They had to go down deep, and they couldn't come back up,
+what was left of 'em, for hundreds of years and more."
+
+The Old Man was gazing with a distant, haunted expression at the small
+blind lizard crawling up the painted wall. Jon listened, his skin was
+cold. A shiver ran down his back.
+
+"Then _they_ started grubbing the humans out, and killing 'em. I don't
+suppose anyone knows how long it's been since _they_ took over. That's
+wrong. I wasn't around then. Nor my father, nor my father's father's
+father. It was long, long before that. It was so long ago that--"
+The Old Man's eyes widened. His voice choked off with a cloud of
+unconscious fear that had slipped through.
+
+"They're godly," he whispered. "You seen 'em. They're all shapes and
+angles, cubes, and small smooth running things. They all shine like
+metal. And I guess they are metal. Nobody knows what they are. I heard
+tell when I was a boy that they were just machines. Machines built by
+humans a long time before. And that somehow or other the hard radiation
+had put a spark in 'em that made 'em able to think, and move around and
+organize like humans used to do. But I reckon they're more intelligent
+than any humans ever were."
+
+Jon backed away. Sweat popped out coldly on his face and chest. "I
+seen 'em," he choked. "I sneaked on top. I went down to the river. It
+took me hours to get used to the sun. I waited until the sun started
+going down, then I sneaked out and looked down the big hill that goes
+into the valley. I seen two of 'em. They must have been a hundred foot
+high. They was smooth. They had long snaking arms and single eyes that
+shot out red beams like fire. They stood on top of the hill against
+the sun. The sun was red all around 'em. They looked like they were
+made of metal, all right, Chief. But how can they move by themselves,
+and--and _think_, if they're metal?"
+
+The Old Man sighed. "How?" He peered at Jon with tired retreating
+eyes. "What is thought," he said then. "What was life, ever? Floods of
+gamma rays bathed them for centuries, and then they were living, and
+they had thoughts of their own. Humans never got a chance to find out
+what life was before he took it away from himself. He took it and gave
+it--to _them_."
+
+The Old Man dropped his face in his shaking hands. Jon had never heard
+a man crying before. He backed away slowly, then turned and ran out of
+the great cavern.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A grey dusky afternoon was dying when Jon crawled out of the small hall
+between rocks and started writhing down the hill. His eyes stayed open
+in fearful wonderment until tears rolled down his cheeks. The soft
+greens and browns of the great forest that thinned up into the hills.
+There was not the slightest hint that beneath this vast silent beauty,
+stretched the enormous grotesque underworld of Mammoth Hole.
+
+Nor that in those nameless caverns and corridors along the cold and
+rushing and naked rivers a few unkempt savages clung to dim memories of
+centuries-lost power and surface civilization.
+
+Jon stopped. An intangible yet powerful emotion surged in him. "I'm
+crawlin'," he gritted as he sat up. "I said I was sick a' crawlin.' I
+ain't a grub. I'm not crawlin' anymore. Not for them damn machines, not
+for anything. They can't do nothing but kill me, an' what's life down
+in that hole?"
+
+He stood up. He stood up straight and started walking down the rocky
+trail, and finally along the smooth greenness beside the river. His
+strides were long and unhesitating, but inside him was a deep growing
+horror, as he remembered those shiny silver giants that had stood so
+silently on the hill against the red sunset. The huge attentive waiting
+stillness, and the sudden terrible sweep of the red beamed eye and the
+reaching of the metal arms.
+
+He stopped and looked down at his thin white legs, starved of the sun,
+knotted and scarred from crawling over the harsh underground paths. He
+looked at his gnarled pallid fingers quivering in the cold.
+
+He looked up at the sky. A few stars were showing dimly, palely. "Oh
+God, give me a quick ending when my time comes, that's all I ask. Don't
+let me crawl anymore on my belly. Give me the guts to keep walkin',
+straight up, like I'm walkin' now."
+
+There was no answer. There was no sound except the cry of birds in the
+forest, the drone of insects and other louder noises from the river. He
+was alone. He walked faster.
+
+But he soon tired, because he had never walked far at a time.
+Underground, people crawled a lot of the time through narrow holes. And
+under there no one could walk far unless they went in circles.
+
+He sat down to rest beneath the canopy of stars. He lay back and looked
+up at them, a feeling of frightful awe pressing down upon him. The
+night around him was colder now, and the sounds of the night had risen
+to a hungry song. And then he rolled over with a quick, terrible cry,
+leaped crouching to his feet.
+
+There were at least a dozen of them. Great shiny angular and
+cubed monsters sliding noiseless down the hill. A peculiar bluish
+radiance pushed out around them, bathing the surrounding night in a
+deadly-seeming pall.
+
+With a pathetic defiance, Jon picked up the heavy stone, stood with
+legs wide apart, holding the rock in front of him. Every nerve in him
+shrieked, pulling his muscles away. But he couldn't run. He couldn't
+run, nor crawl anymore. A kind of dark resigned courage replaced the
+first impulses of flight, and he hurled the rock. There was a futile
+thud, and the rock bounded from the great unruffled wall of metal.
+
+Then--for an instant he didn't think the thoughts, the voices, were
+anything but his own, strange, alien, terrifying, inspired by his own
+fears.
+
+And then he realized it was the _Mechs_!
+
+"_A grub!_"
+
+"_Yes. I thought they were all gone._"
+
+"_No. There are some remaining, deep in the soil. Central File says
+they are no longer of any danger. But File also retains orders to kill
+all organic things._"
+
+Jon moved toward them. He moved stiffly, a strange and intangible
+bulwark of purpose shielding him from the screaming horror.
+
+Something of the awful indignity of his position shook him, sent a hot
+rage throbbing blindly past his temples. He heard his breath coming
+hard from tightened throat. These great nameless things--machines,
+intelligent metal, it didn't matter what. They had no idea of what he
+was, that he had a brain, that he could think. And yet, their gigantic
+thoughts were plain to him.
+
+Some time, some time so very long ago, he--his kind--humans--had made
+these things. Had built them up from molten stuff, had put intricate
+interlocking machinery within them so that they could move, think for
+themselves, repair themselves. And then--humans had launched the Big
+War, had released seething seas of basic energy, and somehow these
+gigantic shiny silvery things had begun to--_live_.
+
+But to them, Jon, a human, a descendant of the humans that had made
+them and had given them life, was less than the dirt under their
+towering, invulnerable radiance. Less than the dust beneath their
+sweeping red-death eyes. They had no conception that he was anything
+but a pale, crawling, cave-worm.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Jon walked closer. He was not so much afraid for himself now. There was
+more of a sweeping terror of the whole situation, the terrible futility
+and irony. He wasn't afraid to die, and he knew that he had to die now,
+that there was no escape, no defiance.
+
+He shook his fist at the silent, towering forms. "Damn you! It's me.
+Man. Man. I'm human. I'm not crawlin'. See, I'm not crawlin', I'm
+talkin' to you. I'm talkin' and I'm thinkin', too. See."
+
+"_It's making noises._"
+
+"_Yes. All the various species of organic life make noises peculiar to
+their type. Have you not seen a grub before?_"
+
+"_No. Let us kill it now. We must report back to Central File. How long
+will it take to kill all organic life?_"
+
+"_Central File says it will take many more years, even though now
+most organic life has been destroyed. We must complete the task soon,
+you know. Man will return. Glorious Mangod. Mighty Mangod. Mangod the
+Creator. Mangod the Eternal!_"
+
+"_Ah yes. Mighty Mangod. How long will it be before the Mangod's
+coming?_"
+
+Jon shivered, reached out a shaking hand as though to support himself
+against the air. He tried to speak, but his facial muscles seemed
+frozen. He wanted to say, "I'm Man. I'm your Creator. I made you, long
+ago." But he could say nothing. Nothing at all.
+
+"_That is not known. Mangod made us in his own image, then departed,
+promising to return. Return to bring us glory and eternity._"
+
+"_May the Great Mangod who created us from the lifeless stuff of the
+dirt return soon, for only then may our destiny be fulfilled._"
+
+"_Yes. May Mangod return soon. Meanwhile, Central File demands
+immediate action in preparation for that Day. Kill this grub. Soon all
+organic life that stands in the way of the Mangod's coming will be
+eradicated._"
+
+The thunderous impact of telepathic power roared in Jon's head as he
+staggered forward, fists clenched.
+
+"FOR THEE, GREAT MANGOD. FOR WHOM WE WAIT."
+
+[Illustration: "_Return, oh Mangod, to bring us glory._"]
+
+Jon laughed. Hot tears scalded his face as he laughed. He was still
+laughing as the red-death eye brightened, leaped out, and silently
+swept him away.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+                           The Burnt Planet
+
+                          By WILLIAM BRITTAIN
+
+          Mad with despair, they fought back from the ruins.
+           Whoever these invaders were, they should not have
+         a world which its defenders themselves had destroyed!
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                      Planet Stories Winter 1948.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+The land was dark in the softly falling rain, and the smell of green
+things was in the air. The crew huddled in their cloaks and peered into
+the approaching dusk as they unloaded the great silver space ship.
+They were apprehensive of the stark ruins that began barely a mile from
+the ship, the ruins that seemed to sprawl interminably across the flat
+land beside the broad river.
+
+In the metal headquarters hut, the commander glanced nervously at his
+chronometer. The astrogator looked up from his interminable reckonings
+and smiled.
+
+"Don't worry, captain," he said. "They'll be all right. After all, we
+haven't seen any life but a few small animals. And they ran from us."
+
+The commander nodded absently, but went to the open door and stared out
+into the rain. It made a musical tinkling on the thin metallic dome of
+the hut.
+
+"I know," he said. "Perhaps that's why I'm worried. It's the feeling of
+death here, as though it might spring at us from some corner in those
+ruins.... I should have sent out a stronger scout party."
+
+The astrogator shrugged and returned to his log. "If anything had gone
+wrong, they would have messaged us."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The commander smiled an unwilling agreement, but he stayed in the open
+door, searching the gathering darkness toward the city. He could not
+shake loose from the feeling of doom that had settled on him as soon
+as they had made their landfall and clambered from the airlocks of the
+spaceship. This was a strange world, the commander thought to himself.
+It seemed to have everything--everything but intelligent inhabitants.
+They had circled it for two days before they had chosen this wide green
+valley for their landfall. They had seen cities, many of them, great
+cities along seacoasts and in rich plains, cities in mountains and in
+valleys, but nowhere had they seen life.
+
+The first cautious explorations after the landing that morning had
+shown that there was plenty of good water. The soil seemed rich, and
+vegetation grew in profusion, even among the ruins they had warily
+skirted. The atmosphere was perfect ... it was what they had searched
+for through the long bitter years ... this stable atmosphere with
+its abundance of life-giving oxygen. And minerals aplenty ... the
+burned and blasted metal skeletons of the ruined city showed that. The
+commander told himself that he was a fool for worrying, when he should
+be shouting with joy at his luck.
+
+There was a shout from the outpost, a laugh, and then his
+second-in-command loped through the rain, smiling broadly. Behind him
+were the others, laughing and joking, shrugging their packs to the
+ground. Gladness and wonder were in their faces and their voices, and
+the commander knew that this was the world they had sought for so long.
+
+The lieutenant ducked into the doorway and paused to warm himself at
+the little thermal unit. He wiped the rain from his face, reached for
+the wine bottle beside the astrogator's work board, and tilted it.
+
+"This is it, sir," he said. He was young, and Fate had been good to
+him, and he was exulting in it. "It's everything we ever dared dream
+about. It will support the whole race, every one of us, I think, if the
+rest of this world is anything like what we've seen this day."
+
+The commander grinned back at him, relief plain in his face. He was
+phrasing the message that he would send home across the void, the
+message they had waited for down through the weary years, the years
+that had rolled by while the land burned up under a blazing sun, while
+the water disappeared and the atmosphere became thin.... But there was
+still in him the doubt, the remnant of fear....
+
+"Did you," he spaced the words carefully, "find any sign
+of--intelligent life?"
+
+The lieutenant's smile faded. He glanced quickly out at the men,
+breaking out their rations, resting from the labor, and looked back at
+his captain. He nodded.
+
+"Tracks," he said. "We came across them leading out of the deserted
+city."
+
+"Many?"
+
+"I don't think so. Five or six, perhaps. And we found where they had
+killed one of the small animals and eaten it."
+
+"Did they seem--intelligent? Really, I mean?"
+
+The lieutenant shrugged. "Who knows? They're bipeds, at any rate. We
+followed the tracks, but they had taken to a small stream bed, and we
+lost them."
+
+The commander pondered. Then he made his decision.
+
+"In a country as large as this," he said, "five or six can't make any
+difference to us, not even to a small party like our own. And certainly
+not when the ships begin arriving from home."
+
+The lieutenant leaned back on his pack, his face content. The commander
+sat at a field desk and started writing, carefully, knowing that
+what he wrote would someday be in every textbook. The message was not
+difficult, really. Thousands of space captains had phrased the message
+in their minds down through, the years of The Search. So had he, time
+and again, as he lay in his bunk or watched the wheeling stars from
+the bridge. In the glow of the thermal unit his stern face glowed with
+pride and the certainty that it was his ship that had saved a world....
+
+In another hut the scholar stared thoughtfully at the thing he had
+found in the old house where they had discovered the tracks. There had
+been a language on this dead world, and in his hand he held some of the
+brown mouldering pages upon which the language had been written. He
+applied his scholar's mind to the puzzle....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The city crouched grimly about them. Even though they had neither seen
+nor heard any life in these streets save a few small animals who had
+fled their coming, they gripped their projectors at the ready.
+
+Almost every structure had been damaged. Many were mere twisted heaps
+of debris, timbers and girders thrusting insanely at a sky that today
+was blue and benign. The taller, sturdier buildings still stood, but
+their walls were cracked and their windows gaping hollow eyes in the
+blank faces. Rubble clogged the streets, and grass had split the
+pavements. Here and there among the ruins a sapling stood bravely, its
+roots grasping in the shattered masonry.
+
+In the streets, rusting and ancient, were objects which they surmised
+must have been vehicles. In some of them they found fragments of bone
+and shreds of clothing. They had seen other bones; in doorways, on the
+ground floors of the few buildings they had penetrated.
+
+"Whatever it was," the second-in-command said, "it struck them swiftly."
+
+"Some sickness, a virus, perhaps?" the astrogator suggested.
+
+The commander shook his head. "War," he said. "Only war could do this
+to a city."
+
+The lieutenant said admiringly, "Whoever they were, they certainly
+developed some pretty terrific weapons."
+
+The commander had smiled, and patted his projector. "No more terrific
+than these," he said. "Our own people developed weapons, too. Thank the
+stars that we have learned not to use them on each other."
+
+The scholar looked up from the inscription he had found on the side of
+a building.
+
+"And thank the stars," he said, "that we learned in time. The people of
+this world apparently did not."
+
+It was then, while they spoke, that from somewhere in the ruins there
+was a sharp crack, and one of the crew spun around and fell in the
+street. In the shattered silence of the city the sound echoed crazily.
+
+"Take cover!" the captain shouted, and he plunged into a huge doorway,
+peering around the protecting portal. There was another crack, and
+something whined by him.
+
+"Projectile weapon!" whispered the lieutenant behind him. He was prone,
+sighting his projector at a half-ruined four-story house at the corner.
+He pressed the control switch, once, and a section of the second floor
+seemed to explode into hurtling gray dust and shrieking steel.
+
+Other projectors were spitting from doorways and from behind piles of
+brick and debris in the streets. The captain, watching the building
+from which the answering fire seemed to come, thought he saw movement
+behind one of the blank windows. Before he could take aim, there was a
+ripping series of shots and the masonry of the portal flew into dust.
+He heard the low flat whine of ricochets, and he withdrew deeper into
+the dimness of the great entranceway. Up the street he heard a crew
+member cry out in pain.
+
+"The second floor!" he cried, and a hurricane of electron bolts ripped
+into the building at the corner. The building seemed to rip apart
+under the impact and there was the roar of falling bricks and timber
+as a floor gave way with a crash. They dashed out of cover, crouching,
+firing as they went.
+
+They found three bodies in the ruins. Bipeds. Pale pasty flesh, faces
+half-hidden by tangled hair. The bodies were only partially clad in
+faded tattered clothes, and the feet were encased in what appeared
+to be the tanned hide of an animal. The flesh and the clothing were
+filthy, and they stank. The bodies were huddled around their weapon, a
+metallic-looking projectile-thrower mounted on three legs. Its barrel
+was still hot.
+
+A little later they flushed another of the creatures in a narrow
+street. It howled gibberish at them and fled, but they cornered the
+thing against a heap of rubble. It mouthed things at them, and hurled
+bits of brick. Its eyes were wild and staring, and spittle trickled
+down the face into the sodden filthy rags it wore. They had to kill it,
+finally.
+
+[Illustration: _They had to kill it, finally._]
+
+The commander turned the dead thing over with his projector stock, and
+stared at it.
+
+"Mad," he said. "There are only a few of them, and they are mad."
+
+The scholar nodded. He had found many of the writings, and they were
+stuffed in his pack and in his pockets, and he held one while he talked.
+
+"They are mad," he said, "and there cannot be many of them. Certainly
+not enough to halt the advance of civilization."
+
+It was as if he saw, already, the soaring towers of the cities they
+would build here over the pitiful ruins, as though the busy highways
+already spanned this rich new world.
+
+"We have won our bridgehead here," he said. "Soon we will have won the
+world. The world," he looked down at the carcass at his feet, "that
+these poor fools threw away."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The scholar made his greatest find late that afternoon, on the
+street-level floor of an almost-intact building. It must have been
+a place where writings had been stored, or perhaps sold. The brown
+rotting pages were everywhere, and the mouldering covers in which the
+writings had been bound. The scholar cried out with pleasure, and the
+commander was forced to delay their return to the ship so that the crew
+could carry part of the loot with them, for further study.
+
+The scholar was squatting in a corner of the room, poring over one of
+the ancient records, when he looked up and shouted, "I think I've got
+it! I think I've got it! I think I've found the key to their language!"
+
+The commander had smiled indulgently, for though he believed in
+action, he had respect for the scholar, and knew that the things the
+scholar might discover in the old writings might help him in his own
+task as leader of the expedition.
+
+It was then that the creatures attacked for the last time. They must
+have crept into the building and gathered there in the dimness, waiting
+their opportunity. There were six of them. They poured through a rear
+door into the room of writings, howling, their projectile-throwers
+barking. Their wild ululations were the screams of the demented. The
+commander could see the madness in their eyes and he knew why he had
+been afraid.
+
+The astrogator was down before they could return the fire, and then the
+projectors cracked out their blue-flamed doom.
+
+The lieutenant cursed as he was hit; he dropped to one knee, firing
+swiftly, and then the creatures were down and it was over. The wild
+bearded faces were charred and blackened, and in the sudden silence was
+the crackle of the little blue flames as they danced over the filthy
+ragged clothing of the dead. The commander let his breath go, at last,
+in a long gasping sigh.
+
+He started to walk toward the bodies, knowing that they were the
+last, knowing that if there had been any more they would have waited,
+gathering strength, and they would not have made the crazy suicidal
+attack. The fighting was over. The savage creatures, unbalanced by
+their miserable existence among the ruins of the glory that had been
+theirs, would never again threaten the bridgehead he had carved on this
+world. It was his world now.
+
+There was a frantic tugging at his sleeve, and he shook the battle fog
+from his eyes and grinned at the scholar. The commander remembered
+that even while the fight had roared hot and sharp, the scholar had
+not moved from his corner, nor taken his eyes from the pages he was
+studying. And now the scholar was fairly dancing with excitement.
+
+"I've got it!" he said, almost chortling. "It wasn't hard with the
+key--and I found the key!"
+
+He gestured toward the little tangle of bodies, silent in the room of
+writings.
+
+"They called themselves 'Men,'" he said.
+
+The commander shrugged.
+
+
+
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+
+
+                              PERIL ORBIT
+
+                           By C. J. WEDLAKE
+
+               Caught in the sun! The young pilot stared
+               at the mass of angry flame--wondering why
+                his training wouldn't let him give up.
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                      Planet Stories Summer 1949.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Across the blazing face of the sun moved a round dark speck, a tiny,
+one-man space ship. It was very small, very close, and utterly
+helpless. The side facing the sun glowed dull red.
+
+Inside, Jim MacDonald stood glumly regarding the thermometer on the
+pilot compartment bulkhead. Sweat made dark patches on the light blue
+of his uniform and ran in beads down his forehead. He rubbed his arm
+across his face. The thermometer read over two hundred. He shook his
+head slowly. It couldn't be that hot, heat must be conducting along the
+magnesium bulkhead to the instrument.
+
+Jim ran his fingers through his hair to brush back the damp strands
+that clung to his forehead. The hand came away with little droplets
+clinging to his fingertips. He wiped it across his pants, and tapped
+the thermometer again. The pointer stayed where it was, stuck against
+the peg.
+
+"About one forty-five," he guessed aloud, and turned to walk with a
+slow, dragging step across to the pilot's seat. Weakly he slumped down
+with his arms dangling loose over the chair arms, knuckles almost
+touching the deck. He sat very still trying to ignore the temperature
+in the compartment, but the hot stifle wrapped around him and his
+chest heaved in a sigh.
+
+Jim MacDonald was done for and he knew it. The thermo-couple to the
+outside skin showed three thousand degrees. The inside cooling system
+had not been built for this and had long since ceased to cope with the
+heat. There seemed to be no use continuing his grim little existence,
+or facing the worse smother of heat to come.
+
+Yet, driven by the dull automatism of training and habit, he listlessly
+swung the stand with the ship's log over before him and noted his
+temperature readings. Then he critically reread what he had already
+written.
+
+A few days ago, he had been using the gravitational field of the sun
+as a booster to help fling the little ship from Earth to Venus. In the
+mighty field, a space warp had funneled out, caught him, and sucked the
+ship toward the blazing maw.
+
+The struggle to escape was a masterpiece of calculation. He had figured
+with such a nicety that his fuel had run out just at the moment the
+jet tubes at the rear became molten lumps on the ship's skin. He had
+escaped the warp. But it was a futile thing now, for the ship swung
+around the sun fuelless, inoperative, in a tight orbit that had a
+little initial inward momentum.
+
+He had tried to radio for help, but radioing from where he was, was
+like trying to signal from the heart of an atomic bomb; if a signal got
+through, it would be only a part of the meaningless jabber of static
+that always came from here. And if the little black speck were seen,
+it would only be taken for a stray meteorite moving across the sun's
+incandescent face.
+
+The ship was a little spherical world. It turned on its own axis once
+in an hour and twenty minutes. That was its little day. The orbit
+spiralled now a mere quarter million miles from the sun, one little
+year to two earth days. It moved closer at a rate that accelerated a
+few feet per second every second.
+
+Eventually, said the impassive rows of equations in the log, the inward
+movement would stop, as keeping the same speed in a smaller circle, the
+ship's centrifugal force increased to set up an equilibrium. But that
+point would be three thousand miles below the sun's surface. The ship
+would never reach it. Jim MacDonald inhabited a doomed little world.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He chuckled. He even had a moon. The natural physical function of a few
+minutes before had left a jagged little chunk of ice swinging around
+the ship, outside the waste lock on the side away from the sun. But
+that wouldn't last long. It would pass into the hot light, and vanish
+in a puff of steam.
+
+Now the plastic fittings of the compartment began to send up a
+nostril stinging stench. Jim leafed over a few pages in the log to
+the page printed at the top: ... SUGGESTIONS FOR REDESIGN OF
+SPACE-SHIPS.
+
+Under his note, _Enlarge cooling systems_, he wrote, _Replace
+urea formaldehyde plastics with metals, and insulate compartment
+thermometers from bulkheads._
+
+Feeling foolish at the useless act of writing that which no one would
+ever read, Jim swung the log away. His tongue peeled from the roof
+of his mouth like a strip of adhesive tape and he dragged across the
+compartment for a drink. Glancing toward the sun, he held his aluminum
+cup under the spout and pressed the hot button gingerly. Although the
+windows on that side were blanked out almost purple, the sun's horizon
+glared through in a heaving mass of leaping gassy prominences.
+
+Jim turned away, his face wrinkling into a grimace. Across the
+compartment a little cabinet held a pistol. It would be a simple sane
+thing to walk across there, take out the pistol and bring this to a
+sudden stop. He stepped toward it, then turned away ashamed. Spacemen
+didn't think like that.
+
+Ahead of the ship something flared into incandescent brilliance. Waves
+of force pounded on the front, the deck heaved. Jim sprawled on his
+face and skidded over under the instrument panel, his cup clattering
+along beside him.
+
+The deck scorched his hands and face. He wriggled out and dragged
+himself up to the chair, clinging tightly. But it was all over. He
+stood for a moment, waiting, then sat down.
+
+Experimentally he caressed his burned face. Looking out the windows
+he tried to see some cause for the shock. Then he realized his moon
+was gone. It had passed out of the deep shadow into the penumbra of
+the ship and had been instantly vaporized. The shock had been its
+dissociated molecules pummeling the front of the ship.
+
+He would have to be careful. If that could have passed directly into
+the full light instead of through the half shadow of the penumbra,
+the front of the ship might have caved in, softened as it was to near
+plasticity. Jim reached for the log again, but his hand stopped in
+mid air. With the spaceman's sensitivity to changes of state, he knew
+something was wrong. Something had changed in the shock of the moon's
+explosion.
+
+He puzzled it over, but his heat befuddled brain refused to grasp
+things. He scanned all the instruments on the panel, but saw nothing
+unusual. At one side, he had a little tracer going, little drum turning
+with a needle scribing a red line. On it he had set the increase in
+the sun's pull against time to describe a curve. He examined this
+curve. The red line had changed direction suddenly; the sun's pull was
+increasing faster.
+
+"Dammit!" he said. The force of the explosion in front had slowed him
+and shorn off some protective centrifugal force. Now he picked up
+points on the new curve, set down equations, and found he would die
+some twenty hours sooner than he had expected.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+His mind began to revolt at the training that made him go on like this.
+The turning of the ship now showed him only the face of the sun. He
+looked at it a while, then shrugged his shoulders in disgust. Slowly he
+got up and walked toward the gun cabinet. The little door swung open as
+he pressed the button and he stared at the holstered weapon.
+
+Leaving the door open, he walked away, looking back toward it. He
+retrieved his cup and filled it with tepid water. Throwing his head
+back he drained it at a gulp; then refilled it. He walked to the engine
+compartment door. It swung open at his touch, and he stepped into
+the tiny gangway. Here a tiny porthole looked out into the infinite
+blue-black deeps of space. Jim leaned against a bulkhead and wiped
+sweat from his eyes.
+
+He tried to think. Not of escape, but of the frigid emptiness of
+space, the cool earth he had left behind. Into his mind came a
+fleeting glimpse of a lake back home on earth, a cold lake ringed with
+blue-green pines, jade waters where he had dived deep with the iciness
+stinging his skin. Against the metal bulkhead, his back began to burn.
+The vision faded. He realized he was thirsty all over.
+
+He gulped his cup of water and went back to the pilot's compartment.
+At the open door of the gun cabinet, he stopped and sent his empty
+cup clattering against the sunward windows. He took the gun from the
+cabinet.
+
+Back to the pilot's chair again. He toyed with the gun. The ship had
+turned now so that the other vast heaving horizon cut across the view.
+"Oh, hell!" Jim said, and brought the gun's muzzle to his mouth.
+
+[Illustration: _"Oh, hell!" Jim said and brought the gun's muzzle to
+his mouth._]
+
+Then he lowered it, sweat poured down into his eyes as his forehead
+wrinkled in dull puzzlement. He should be thinking about something,
+he was forgetting something. Jim tried to cudgel his heat-beclouded
+brain into some semblance of order.... Water, explosion, change of
+velocity.... Where was the drain outlet for the water supply located?
+
+He laid the gun aside and riffled through a drawer of blueprints, until
+he found the piping layout. Now he explored the maze of piping along
+the ship's sunward side. There it was, a little brass valve with a pipe
+leading to the outside skin.
+
+The valve was hot enough to sear his hand. Jim carefully wrapped his
+handkerchief around the handle and twisted gently. Inside pressure
+squirted a thin stream of water from the supply tank into the hot
+vacuum of space. As it vaporized and dissociated into its atoms, Jim
+felt a mighty surge of expansion against the ship. The blows of a soft
+fist pummeled the side.
+
+Jim groaned as the softened plates of the hull creaked and buckled,
+but he held the valve as it was. An inside panel split and let a thin
+sifting of insulation drift to the deck. His knee was against the deck
+plates and he became conscious of the burning through the cloth of his
+uniform. But he stayed there, until through the windows he saw nothing
+but the speckled black of space turn slowly up. Then he shut the valve
+off and, rubbing his burned knee, anxiously hobbled to the tracer.
+
+The red line had not so much swoop to it now. "Ya!" he shouted
+exultantly. The centrifugal force from his forward velocity needed just
+a little help to begin pushing him away from the sun. Jim read the
+water tank gauge; about twenty gallons left.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Fidgeting, he waited another hour. The sun's horizon swung up into
+view, the blazing plain filled the windows and at last he saw again the
+other horizon. It would not do to twist the valve too soon; he had to
+wait until the outlet was directly toward the sun so he wouldn't lose
+any precious forward velocity.
+
+The sun's horizon bisected the windows. Now! Encouraged by his other
+success, Jim twisted the valve hard. He stepped back so his sore knee
+would not rest against the plates.
+
+The ship bounced like a beachball in the tremendous upshoot of the
+gases outside. Jim clung to a stanchion to keep from being knocked off
+his feet.
+
+Like a rubber ball dimpled by a thumb, the ship's skin began to bulge
+inward. Jim tried to let go his hold to get the valve.
+
+The bounce of the ship knocked him to his knees. A little steel desk
+came sliding across the compartment, banging him on the shoulder. He
+let go with one hand and shoved the desk between the bulging wall and
+a cross bulkhead. A white line appeared across the desk, and the paint
+crackled as it began to fold in the middle.
+
+Jim let go and dived for the valve. A panel split wide and insulation
+poured out. A scream bubbled from his throat as radiation cut a line
+across his face.
+
+He rolled away, then struggled to get to the valve again. But the push
+stopped. The tank was empty.
+
+Groaning with the pain of his face, Jim went to his tracer. He forgot
+the burn as he saw the curve now paralleled zero. No ... it went up a
+little. Jim whooped for joy.
+
+Now he scurried about the ship gathering together all the liquids he
+could find. Soup, fruit juice, medicines. He piled them beside the
+water tank and unscrewed the cap. Air whooshed in.
+
+At the sound, Jim grinned. He left his pile of cans and bottles as they
+were, and unscrewed the cap to a spare oxygen tank. The compartment
+air pressure went up to about twenty five pounds. The excess of oxygen
+exhilarated him.
+
+He looked over his pile of cans and bottles. He didn't like consomme,
+it went into the tank. Chicken broth followed. Everything he didn't
+like went into the tank, everything else stayed out. Then he patched
+the rip in the panel.
+
+It was time. Jim crouched carefully beside the valve, opening it
+slowly. The mess inside the tank squirted out. Again the surge beat
+against the ship, but with the first groan of the hull, Jim throttled
+the valve down a little. His eyes were on the compartment pressure
+gauge. The consomme went and inside air began to hiss out. As it too
+expanded, the push on the hull continued.
+
+When the sun's horizon was out of sight, the inside pressure registered
+only twelve pounds. Jim shut the valve off.
+
+Now the tracer line was a nice curve upward.
+
+Jim swung into the pilot's chair. He was a little oxygen drunk, but he
+made calculations grow on the page until he had his result. Then he
+leaned back and gave the universe a beatific smile.
+
+His spiral now outward, would stop as soon as his orbit expanded and
+centrifugal force became less. As the forces came into balance, he
+would take up a permanent orbit around the sun. But that orbit lay well
+outside the region of heavy static, and he could radio for help. In his
+mind he already heard the sweet clang of magnetic grapples against the
+hull.
+
+Jim reached for the log and began to letter neatly at the top of a new
+page:
+
+SUGGESTIONS FOR SPACEMEN CAUGHT IN THE SUN.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+                             SIGN of LIFE
+
+                            By DAVE DRYFOOS
+
+            _The death-winds of Venus screamed with glee as
+             George Main lay dying. Then the winds brought
+          strange shapes to haunt him--and a stranger hope--_
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                       Planet Stories July 1951.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+George Main lay dying in the wreckage of the space-ship. Dying--and
+cursing the deadly wind of Venus. It had killed his mates. It would
+soon have him.
+
+The wind was trying to finish him off right now. It shrieked, moaned,
+whispered and shouted through the smashed hull where he sprawled in his
+space-suit. Laughed, too. The wind was a murderer--and was glad.
+
+All but he were dead. Soon the grit-laden wind would bury them and
+their ship. Then all the effort, the skill, the faith--all the
+ingenuity and labor expended on the expedition--would be wiped away, as
+invisible as the wind that buried them.
+
+Thinking of that, thinking back over each agonizing hour since his
+landing on Venus, George Main wondered what he should have done, what
+he could now do, to prevent the utter waste of their efforts and their
+lives.
+
+The wind was his enemy--and the wind couldn't even be seen. Only the
+dust it carried was visible. Too visible. Dust was so thick in the
+upper atmosphere that the scope-readers had mistaken dust-clouds for
+solid ground.
+
+With ports blinded by dust, the possibility of that error had been
+obvious enough. The navigator knew the risk. He chanced it--and lost
+the toss.
+
+George knew he was still alive only because he'd acted like a childish
+eager-beaver. And had been tolerated by the others because he was the
+crew's youngest member.
+
+Ever since he could read and dream, he'd wanted to be the first man
+ever to touch the soil of Venus. So, having no duties connected
+with setting down the ship, he'd gotten into his space-suit and had
+waited by a hatch. He was standing there when the ship went into the
+twenty-mile free fall that smashed it.
+
+George didn't know who opened the escape hatch and shoved him out. That
+man was dead, along with the rest of the crew. Unlike George's suit,
+the space-ship had no parachute.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He'd landed blind, in dust so thick he didn't know he was down till he
+got there. For forty-eight hours he'd lain where he fell, waiting for a
+lull in the storm so he could see the ship.
+
+When the wind finally quit, the ship was already half buried. Thirsty,
+hungry, stinking in the hot suit, George had staggered over windrow
+after windrow of dust to reach it.
+
+He'd broken out an emergency-jug of water, found some uncontaminated
+food, erected within the hull a small gas-proof tent, and then passed
+out before he could crawl in the tent to eat and drink.
+
+Later he'd gone out while the lull continued, to search for bodies.
+Like the hull itself, they were scattered over a wide area. Some were
+already buried in dust. The wind had buried them.
+
+The wind--the murdering wind. The wind of formaldehyde that poisoned
+every drop of water it touched, every bit of food. The wind that
+limited George's supplies to unbroken containers--of which there were
+tragically few.
+
+The wind mocked him, then and thereafter. It mocked his efforts to find
+the ship's log and continue it. It mocked his efforts to live.
+
+He tried to fight back. He lay prone and relaxed because that took less
+oxygen. He lay in the suit and not in the tent because that took less
+oxygen. He ate and drank but once a day because that took less oxygen.
+
+So he had run out of water while there were still some potassium oxides
+left to refresh his thrice-breathed air, some oxygen for the tent.
+
+George Main wanted to live, knew he would die. And was enraged at the
+thought that he would die without having accomplished anything. He and
+his friends, and the pioneering scientists back of them, had put too
+much effort into trans-System travel to have it all come to nothing
+like this.
+
+Stubbornly he noted in the log that he was now dehydrated to the point
+of occasional delirium. And that he hated the wind.
+
+As if that wind had not already done enough, it now sought to destroy
+his last remaining moments of sanity. It brought a horde of odd shapes
+to haunt him.
+
+The shapes literally rolled into the dust-filled metal cavity where he
+lay writing. The wind rolled them. But when they got into shelter--had
+rolled to one side or the other of the holes through which they'd
+come--the shapes began to move, slowly, under their own power.
+
+They all looked alike. There were a couple of dozen, maybe--George
+counted ten and gave up because counting was too much like work. They
+were teardrops--eight-inch yellow teardrops with the point down.
+And each point rested on an extensible foot that looked like a blue
+starfish, about four inches across its seven points.
+
+They came in, rolling along the ground as the wind took them, and then
+extended their stars from some hidden place and moved on them when out
+of the wind.
+
+That is, they seemed to. But whether they were in the hull or in his
+mind, George was by no means sure.
+
+Nothing could live in this wind. Nothing could live on a planet with
+no water, where the air was full of formaldehyde ready to react with
+proteins, the basis of life.
+
+He lay motionless, watching idly. There was no sound but the wind. The
+yellow teardrops scattered out. They could have been exploring--or
+seeking shelter--or nonexistent.
+
+When he got tired of watching them, George put the log aside and slept.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He awoke to find a small congregation of teardrops surrounding the
+watch strapped outside the suit on his left wrist. The watch was
+going--wound through habit every twenty-four hours, though that was but
+a third of a day, here on Venus. The teardrops were curious about it.
+
+How he got the idea they were curious, George didn't quite know. They
+seemed attracted to it, was all. There were no eyes, so far as he
+could tell--no ears. If these things had senses, they were not like
+terrestrial senses. But the teardrops did have an attitude of attention.
+
+George removed his watch, laid it before them. Two teardrops detached
+themselves from the group to examine his right hand, with which he'd
+slipped off the wrist-band. Three others perched on the dust-covered
+deck, the watch between them and him.
+
+George flexed his right hand, twiddled his fingers. The teardrops
+seemed unafraid. He chose one and lifted it. It seemed light in weight.
+Its star-foot was slightly prehensile, and grasped his glove with tiny
+claws arranged in rows on its bottom surface.
+
+The claws seemed for clinging, not for seizing. George put down the
+teardrop, turned it over, and found no opening anywhere on the surface.
+If these things lived, he decided, they must be plants, synthesizing
+their food--they had no way to eat as animals do.
+
+Vaguely, George made up his wavering mind that the things existed
+outside his imagination. They were alive. They felt curiosity about
+him. Leathery, he found them--hard and smooth, except for the foot.
+
+When he set down the teardrop he'd been examining, the three by his
+watch took up a rhythmic motion. The center one stood in place,
+swaying slowly above the watch like a bit of seaweed in a quiet lagoon.
+
+Each of the other two had somehow obtained a pebble. They set their
+pebbles down near the watch. Each then tapped with a star-point, first
+at the pebble, then at the watch. Back and forth they swayed, their
+motions synchronized--perhaps directed by the center one.
+
+Interesting--but meaningless. It was equally meaningless when the two
+teardrops at his right began to dance. They found an empty food-can
+lid, pushed it near his hand, and began a concerted swaying and
+pointing that took them between hand and can.
+
+Idly, George led the dance with a waggled forefinger. The teardrops
+promptly changed their motion. They stood in place, no longer pointing
+alternately at lid and finger, but swaying between them in time with
+George.
+
+[Illustration: _Idly, George led the dance with a waggled
+forefinger...._]
+
+They were slow, though--he could easily have left them behind. But if
+he moved his finger slowly enough, they kept perfect time.
+
+The dance at the watch had stopped. Many teardrops gathered around the
+pair that followed the beat of his right index finger.
+
+It must have amused them. But it soon tired George. He stopped.
+
+He needed all his remaining energy to think with. He knew these
+teardrops were sentient. They were curious, they communicated with each
+other, and they danced. They had minds, therefore.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+George remembered hearing that Man had danced even before he learned
+to speak, in a primitive effort to express his feelings. He knew some
+birds dance, too--as a courtship procedure. Insects, even.
+
+But why did the teardrops dance?
+
+What was the significance of rhythmic motion between a pebble and a
+watch? A tin lid and a man's hand? What did the pebbles mean?
+
+The pebble was a native object, known to be lifeless, inanimate. The
+watch was a strange something that moved. The can-lid did not move.
+The hand--gloved, though they could not know that--was an object that
+moved.
+
+The dance was a question, therefore. Alive, or dead? The teardrops
+wanted to know. Is the watch that moves by itself alive? The strangely
+symmetrical lid of a can, is it alive? The oddshaped hand?
+
+These teardrops had good minds--could grasp abstractions. In a sense,
+George felt, the difference between animate and inanimate objects is an
+abstraction. In his dying state, the notion amused him.
+
+Smiling, he placed a pebble on the watch, another on the lid. He sat
+up, moved his weakened body so they could perhaps tell it was a unit.
+He picked up a teardrop in each hand, held them at his visor, rolled
+his eyes, and opened and shut his mouth. He spoke to them. He sang to
+them. He swayed with them to show he too could dance.
+
+They made no sign of reply. None that he could recognize, at any rate.
+
+Carefully he felt and looked at the entire surface of a teardrop,
+putting one down to devote both hands to the other. He thought perhaps
+the lack of organs and openings might simply mean they were clothed or
+armored in some way. But the thing was apparently naked. The surfaces
+he touched were probably skin. He didn't know.
+
+And they, would they know what a man was? Were they even certain he was
+alive?
+
+One of them was behind him, dancing before the tent. Seeing that, he
+was certain the teardrops hadn't yet distinguished the animate from the
+inanimate in the objects around them here.
+
+And George had little time to teach them. Already he was dull and
+listless. His vision was playing tricks on him.
+
+Like as not he'd be dead before they knew for certain he'd been alive.
+Dead in the grotesque space-suit. Preserved in an atmosphere of
+formaldehyde. His body would seem like a machine that had run down.
+There would be no discernable difference between himself and his watch.
+
+But if they knew he'd been alive? They might remember, then. They were
+intelligent, could communicate with one another. By rights they should
+have some kind of legends or traditions or history. If they did, if
+they knew they'd seen alien life, they'd keep the memory alive.
+
+They'd recognize the next man to land on Venus, might find means
+to tell of this first expedition. Might lead a man to the buried
+space-ship, the bodies, the ship's log.
+
+At least they could defeat the wind. The teardrops could keep his life
+and the lives of his mates from going utterly to waste. Whether men
+ever found out or not, the teardrops themselves would know that the
+expedition had reached Venus.
+
+But first, George had to prove he was alive, like them--not some
+strangely mobile meteorite, nor oddly contrived machine.
+
+His very lack of strength, his real nearness to death, provided George
+with the means he sought. Already he was half anesthetized by weakness
+and shock. He didn't have to worry about pain.
+
+Holding his breath, he took off his helmet. He picked up a teardrop
+with each hand, held them to his hot cheeks. Then he let himself
+breathe.
+
+He knew the physical changes to follow would be obvious to the
+intelligent little dancers he held in his hands. He hoped they wouldn't
+get hurt, when they fell.
+
+Hurt or not, they'd soon figure out he'd been alive--once he was
+dead....
+
+
+
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+
+
+                             TYDORE'S GIFT
+
+                           By ALFRED COPPEL
+
+          So unpredictable, these dead-world Tower Dwellers!
+            Take old Tydore who placed such an inestimably
+           valuable gift in the greed-hands of one he hated.
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                    Planet Stories September 1951.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+The sun was a shrunken red disk against the starfields, a distant
+pale luminosity surrendering to the encroachment of the falling night.
+Hoarfrost crunched under Marley's feet as he walked by the still black
+waters of the canal, and then thin wind whispered over the sand and
+across the breasts of the ancient hills. Starlight gleamed in the dark
+water as the day faded. Earth hung low in the sky, like an emerald
+pendant over the bosom of a sleeping woman.
+
+Marley pulled his silks and furs closer about his shoulders. The air
+was sharp and cold. His breath froze wraithlike in the icy evening as
+he hurried down the path toward Tydore's tower.
+
+The green planet shone like a beacon in his eyes. Home. The thought
+brought impatience and a longing to walk again under a pale sky and a
+warm sun. He looked about him with faint distaste. This peace--this
+solitude of low red hills and blue-black nights--was alien to Marley.
+It was unreal. Mars was a dream. An ancient wasted slumbering dream.
+
+Marley's lips compressed as he thought of Tydore and their last
+meeting. It seemed that Tydore laughed at him. Tydore withheld too
+much, and there was so little time left. There was an acrid core
+of decadence in the old Martian, Marley thought. A consciousness
+of too many millenia of civilization and decay. Devious was the
+word, perhaps, though it seemed a pallid one for the reality of the
+Martian's intricate mind. It was always impossible to know what he was
+thinking--how much he knew. About Marley being a spy. About the war on
+Earth. In spite of himself, Marley smiled. It sounded so melodramatic
+that way, but it was the way it really was. The Martians held the
+perfect weapon. Marley needed that weapon, and his nation had put forth
+a gigantic effort to get him to Mars so that he might steal it.
+
+Tydore's tower loomed up before him in the fading light, a fey
+filligree of minarettes and graceful flying buttresses too delicate
+for a grosser world than Mars. The tower's reflection shimmered in the
+still dark waters of the canal like an alter ego extending deep into
+the liquid depths.
+
+Marley descended the steps of delicately wrought stone that led to the
+tower's underground entrance with care, for the drifted ferric sand
+made them treacherous. How like the Martians, he thought with some
+irritation, to make it necessary to travel down in order to enter a
+tower. Everything the long way, the hard and devious way.
+
+The outer doorway was shaped like a fleur-de-lis and it opened from the
+top down, sliding into a recess of ancient, oily machinery. It would
+be far too simple to make a door that looked and worked like a door.
+Everything Marley had seen during his months on Mars served only to
+increase his sense of alienage. He had seen only Tydore, of course, of
+the living Martians. There were only a handful left and they lived
+in their isolated towers along the still canals surrounded by their
+tissue-thin manuscripts and ancient, reedlike music spools that filled
+the air of their retreats with skeins of weird and enharmonic melody.
+
+The weapon was Tydore's. He had rebuilt it from plans drawn by some
+ensorcelled armorer dead over five thousand years. Rebuilt it in the
+paradoxical way that Martians seemed to do everything, for if there was
+one thing that no Martian needed it was a weapon. No strife had marred
+the planet's peace for millenia. But build it he had, and Marley's
+hands itched for the sleek deadliness of it--the smooth grained stock,
+the oddly wrought, ornate muzzle. There was a vicious, tangy violence
+frozen into every line of the weapon. And it was the only hand gun
+Marley had ever seen that chained the forces of the atom. With such
+weapons an army could be invincible.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Tydore stood to greet him. With the elaborate courtesy of his kind, he
+performed the ritual gestures of welcome, his slender, finely veined
+hands tracing the ancient symbols in the air.
+
+"The gods of sand and wind have brought you safely to my house, man
+of Earth. I give thanks and pray you find peace and wisdom within my
+walls."
+
+The old Martian's chanting voice was like the fluting grace of a
+Scarlatti choral. It was one with the miniscule paintings that covered
+the walls, the finely wrought carvings on the antique flagstones under
+his feet. Marley was not at home in the fluid Martian tongue, but the
+very sound of the words conjured for him the serried ranks of spectral
+generations that had reached their culmination in this one robed
+ancient.
+
+And yet, he thought with irritation, Tydore's words mean not at all
+what they said. Through the finely polished phrases of welcome ran
+a thread of hidden mockery--even hate--for Marley and everything he
+represented. Never once had Tydore, by word or deed, indicated that he
+felt anything but friendship for his visitor from the silvery ship out
+on the desert, and yet there was no mistaking the nuance of contempt.
+Tydore despised Marley as an outworld savage. One with the despoilers
+of the holy places of Mars.
+
+Not that the Martians had gods. They had lived too long for that, and
+their deities existed only in their beautifully turned phrases and
+their hyper-cultured ritual. But the first men from Earth had looted
+the libraries and shattered the soaring towers. It was a thing no
+Martian would ever forget--or forgive. It marked Earthmen for what
+they were. In Martian eyes--precocious barbarians. Targets for Martian
+subtlety.
+
+"I give thanks for your welcome," Marley said slowly, his tongue clumsy
+on the singing syllables.
+
+Tydore inclined his head slightly and indicated that Marley should
+follow him up the winding ramp that pierced the core of the tower. Each
+time Marley came, the ritual was the same, as unchanging as the still
+waters of the dark canals or the frozen loneliness of the red hills
+beyond. They would pass the first level, where the old engines supplied
+Tydore with what little heat and sustenance he needed. They would go on
+to the second level, where the music spools lay in ordered confusion
+amid the sonic transcribers that Tydore used to weave the sounds of the
+Martian night into atonal poems of melody. And then they would reach
+the level of the weapon.
+
+It would still be in its crystal case, guarded by a lock of bronze. A
+lock to which there was one key, and that one key on a silver chain
+around Tydore's neck. They would pass the weapon by and seek the top
+level, a platform shielded against the frigid night by a crystal
+canopy. And there they would begin their nightly fencing with words and
+ideas under the guise of friendship.
+
+Marley's heart was pounding suddenly as he drew near to the weapon. His
+patience was failing him at long last, he knew. He was sick of Mars,
+sick of Tydore. Sick of posing as a humble seeker after knowledge. If
+he could not trick the Martian into parting with the weapon soon, he
+knew that he must chance violence. He had not dared it before, because
+he could never be sure that Tydore and his kind were as defenseless as
+they seemed. It was paradoxical that they should possess a weapon such
+as _the_ weapon and yet be unwilling or unable to use it.
+
+Still it seemed to Marley that such must be the case. He could only
+explain it to himself by saying that they had lived too long, amid
+too much deviousness and inverted purpose to be quite virile. They
+were--the word came readily to mind from the days of his training on
+Earth--decadent. And the meek did not inherit the earth or anything
+else, he told himself with satisfaction. Only the militant, the
+ruthless.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The time had come, Marley thought, for the calculated risk. Direct
+action. He could scarcely contain himself as they passed the weapon and
+climbed to the top level.
+
+"You seem preoccupied tonight, Marley," Tydore said, pouring two tiny
+goblets of wine, "Can it be that you grow tired of Mars?"
+
+Marley sipped the wine thoughtfully. To him it seemed completely
+insipid and without flavor. Subtlety again? He doubted it. "I mean to
+ask a favor of you, Tydore," he said, "And I but ponder how I should
+begin."
+
+"My house is yours," the Martian replied softly, "And all that it
+contains."
+
+Marley's eyes narrowed. Did he imagine the accent on the last phrase,
+or was it actually there? He decided to be very cautious. "I came here,
+as you know," he said, "To learn everything I might about your kind. As
+you know, we of Earth are a young race, still much in need of guidance
+and knowledge."
+
+"You have learned much," Tydore said.
+
+Marley's tone grew harder. "But not enough."
+
+Tydore's eyebrows arched delicately. "So? You have read my books,
+listened to my music. You have tasted the wines and eaten the fruits of
+Mars. You have seen the stars and the sand, the waters and the lichens.
+Have you not known my world?"
+
+"I want more," Marley said flatly.
+
+Tydore smiled. In that smile Marley saw a flash of more distilled
+venom and ancient hatred that he could have imagined existed. The utter
+virulence of it left him shaken and his illogical fear brought anger.
+
+He got to his feet, the tiny goblet in his hand. It was old and
+delicate, a tiny gem of carved jade and ivory. To one such as
+Tydore--priceless. Brutally, Marley crushed it to shards in his hands
+and dropped it to the flagstones. The fragments tinkled as they fell.
+
+"So it must always be," said Tydore in a soft voice.
+
+"I have not come here to listen to music, Tydore," Marley said, "Nor to
+read your books or to know your world. You have one thing that I want.
+You will give it to me, or I will take it from you." He ground his heel
+onto the remains of the goblet with a grating sound.
+
+"The weapon," the Martian said, "You want the weapon. You may have it.
+You need not have broken my goblet...."
+
+Marley was almost sorry that he had won so easily. He suddenly wanted
+to crush the old Martian as he had crushed the goblet. In both there
+was a quality that eluded him, and it was maddening.
+
+Tydore handed him the key. "Come, we will get it together."
+
+Marley followed him cautiously, alert for any trickery. Presently they
+stood before the case and Marley unlocked it, reaching greedily for
+the polished stock. He cradled the gun in his arms lovingly, savoring
+triumph. With this in his hands, he could defy a world.
+
+"There is no other like it, nor any but I to make one," Tydore said
+with a strange smile.
+
+"Why did you make it?" asked Marley.
+
+"I made it for you."
+
+[Illustration: "_I made it for you...._"]
+
+Marley laughed aloud. It was an alien sound in the thin, cold air of
+the tower. "You're a liar, Tydore. You built this weapon long before I
+ever left Earth and you know it."
+
+"By you, I meant simply men like you," Tydore said. "When the first
+Earthmen came and befouled Mars with their presence, I knew that I
+must make the weapon." He smiled, showing even white teeth. "A small
+triumph, but things are not to be measured by whether they are great
+or small. Rather by their flavor, their grace, and their neatness,
+Marley."
+
+"You speak of triumph, old man," snorted Marley derisively, "while your
+precious weapon is in my hands."
+
+Tydore shrugged. "As I knew it would be one day when I spread the tales
+of what the weapon would do. It drew you as a lodestone draws a sliver
+of iron."
+
+Marley felt a pang of panic. "You mean this thing is a fake?"
+
+Tydore shook his head. "No counterfeit. It will do what I said it would
+do. Kill. What more can one ask of a weapon?"
+
+It was Marley's turn to smile. "Nothing. And there is only this one.
+And if you were to die...."
+
+Tydore smiled a veiled smile. "It is as the gods of sand and wind
+decree."
+
+Marley pointed the weapon at Tydore. He had only to kill the old
+Martian and return to his ship. The mission was over. Completed. He was
+done with Mars and with Tydore and his subtle scorn.
+
+He cradled the weapon lovingly, laying his cheek to the carven stock.
+Old Tydore had built well. There was perfect balance in the feel of
+it. His finger curled around the trigger and he sighted carefully down
+the long barrel at the robed figure of the Martian. Tydore was smiling
+in the face of death, and Marley wanted to laugh out loud. This is the
+way the world ends, he was thinking. Not with a bang but a whimper. He
+squeezed the trigger....
+
+The universe exploded in Marley's face. There was a streak of searing
+pain that carried away half his face, and as he fell he could hear a
+strange sound. For the first time, Tydore was laughing aloud. It was a
+hideous sound. A voice for the torment and hatred of a race that had
+lived too long, planned too much. Marley felt the tower pinwheel around
+him, the flagstones leapt up to meet him, greeting the searing agony of
+his face with the soundless laughter of a million intricate patterns of
+lonely death. And blackness welled up out of the stones to engulf him,
+but not before he knew--
+
+Tydore had made the weapon with the muzzle resembling the stock. It was
+as simple as that.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+                         IS THAT YOU XELUCHLI?
+
+                           By DICK HETSCHEL
+
+                _Orena and Xeluchli meant well. But had
+               they obeyed the rules, had they remained
+               bodiless observers, they would have saved
+            BUP, that .O2F star, a hellaceous catastrophe._
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                      Planet Stories March 1952.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+It was a perfectly conventional tour, once around the Milky Way with
+stops at several of the major stars. It was supposed to take about
+eighty-eight million years so they planned to be back for supper.
+
+In the beginning the students had remained in a fairly close knot
+around mundo Karftahiti, their instructor, but as the tour progressed
+some of the more venturesome strayed further and further from the rest
+of the class.
+
+Dro Orena and Dro Xeluchli had wandered a greater distance than usual
+from the crowd and were jamming experimental thought webs into a large
+space vortex when Xeluchli signalled to Orena to tune her mind off the
+lecture frequency. It was against the rules, of course, but then Orena
+supposed Xeluchli would take the blame for her if they were caught, so
+she switched over to the conversational band.
+
+"Want to have some fun?" asked Xeluchli.
+
+Orena continued to stare into the space vortex. "How?" she asked.
+
+Xeluchli waved a visible thought fragment in a circle about him. "The
+stars," he said. "Let's explore a little on our own. They never hit the
+really good spots on these tours."
+
+Orena had been thinking for a long time of doing that very thing so she
+hardly argued at all before letting Xeluchli convince her.
+
+"We'll be gone only a little while and they'll never miss us," said
+Xeluchli as they headed for a nearby star-cluster.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Everything would have been all right if they had obeyed the rules.
+"Hands off the planets," the rules said, and that was really a
+reasonable and intelligent demand. In all fairness to them, it must be
+admitted that Orena and Xeluchli had no intention of breaking that rule
+when they strayed away from the rest of the crowd.
+
+They found this little planet which was listed in the textbook as
+"BuP"; an .02F star with nine planets. By a lucky chance they were just
+in time to see a transient little civilization spring into being on its
+third planet. This was too wonderful a chance to miss so they decided
+to stay a few hundred thousand years and see how it would end. They
+would catch up with the rest of the tour afterward.
+
+The creatures entering into civilization were bipeds and of a physical
+appearance rather low on the aesthetic scale but Orena and Xeluchli
+soon discovered that they were bi-sexual. This pleased them very much
+and made them feel that they had something in common with this little
+civilization, for Orena and Xeluchli were bi-sexuals too, and bi-sexual
+civilizations were rare. Orena and Xeluchli had, in fact, been the
+only bi-sexuals in the touring group, which had been composed mostly
+of the slow-moving amoeboids from Procyon and the emotionally unstable
+penta-sexuals from Antares.
+
+It was a land civilization which they had found and, just as the
+textbooks said, it was having its beginning in the river deltas of
+the continents. The bipeds were both herbivorous and carnivorous and
+the duration and bloodiness of their early wars was almost exactly as
+predicted by Globnung's food-war formula. The speed of advance of the
+civilization was a little slow, but still comfortably within the lower
+limits of the Atati equation.
+
+Everything went well for the first five thousand years, but then Orena
+and Xeluchli began to catch signs of Gibrait's anachronism. They
+watched anxiously for a while, and soon they saw that their fears
+had been justified. Sociological advance had fallen so far behind
+technological advance that the Law of Socio-Martial Flux had been
+brought into play. The little civilization would almost certainly die a
+premature death.
+
+Orena and Xeluchli watched the invention of greater and greater weapons
+and the hopeless retardation of the social system and were saddened.
+They had hoped to watch a real civilization and this one was not even
+going to go past the one-planet stage. They did not see how it could
+last half a century more.
+
+"And they're bi-sexuals, too," said Xeluchli. "It's a shame. I wish we
+could do something."
+
+"Yes, but you know what the rules are," reminded Orena. "We can only
+watch. We can't help them."
+
+"I know," said Xeluchli a little crossly. "A bunch of poly-sexuals and
+sixth-degree intellectuals make rules and we're supposed to obey them.
+You know, I'm tempted to interfere. No one would know."
+
+Orena objected, but she was really in favor of violating the rule, too,
+and after a while she let Xeluchli have his way.
+
+"We'll start the civilization over," he suggested. "It was low in some
+qualities at the very start, but if we begin it over again with two
+above-average specimens I'm sure it will turn out better this time."
+
+"We'll save one of each sex and destroy the rest of the race," agreed
+Orena. "It will be just like one of the controlled experiments in the
+laboratories of Arcturus 7, but on an even larger scale. Oh, this will
+be interesting!"
+
+"We'll go down to the planet ourselves," said Xeluchli, "and pick the
+two creatures we'll use. We'll guide them and their descendants for a
+while until we're sure they'll turn out all right."
+
+They had been heading down toward the planet and now they landed on a
+mountaintop. "Shall we stay together?" asked Orena.
+
+"No, let's each of us observe the creatures separately at close range
+for a while. Then, after we've seen enough to make a good choice, we'll
+pick two of them and destroy the rest."
+
+"We'll each pick one," suggested Orena. "You pick the female and I'll
+pick the male."
+
+Xeluchli agreed, and added, "When you've found him, enclose him in a
+bubble of mental protection and turn your mind to wavelength OEC. I'll
+turn my mind to wavelength HHW when I have a female protected and the
+combination of these waves, each harmless by itself, will result in
+a .0008w wave which will destroy the rest of the race. Afterward we'll
+meet on this hill."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+There was a city at the foot of the mountains and Orena headed there.
+She intermingled her atoms with those of a building for a while and
+watched from one of its inner walls, trying to get some idea of the
+habits of the bipeds.
+
+At first she was puzzled by the fact that only one sex of the creatures
+entered the room she was watching. After a while, though, she began to
+suspect its true nature. She was learning little here, so she went out
+into the streets of the city where she could observe all phases of life.
+
+At first she assumed a shape that the bipeds could not see, but after
+a while she decided that she could best accomplish her purpose in the
+guise of one of the bipeds themselves. She turned herself into a female
+of the species and began in earnest her search for a desirable male.
+
+She found that the society was very primitive in most respects and
+that it was not at all difficult to integrate herself into it. This
+was a new experience for her and one of the most thrilling things that
+had ever happened to her. One by one she dropped the use of senses
+and mental ranges not possessed by the bipeds to make the game more
+exciting. Soon her senses and thoughts were operating on a level hardly
+above that of the creatures themselves.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+She often found herself wishing that she had paid more attention to
+her classes in the lower civilizations so she could better understand
+the things she was seeing. She was in no hurry to bring this adventure
+to an end, so for several weeks she investigated male after male,
+looking for one with a high socio-kinetic rating and a low or average
+techno-kinetic rating.
+
+It was about thirty days later that she made her decision. She had been
+talking to a young male biped in a bookstore when she realized that he
+would do at least as well as any she had come across so far. She found
+that his name was Adam Henessey and she proceeded to sound him out a
+little further.
+
+"And literature, then," she asked, picking up a book from one of the
+tables, "wouldn't you say that great literature should be placed above
+science?"
+
+"Yes," Adam agreed, "the _material_ is emphasized too strongly at
+present. We must pay more attention to the _spiritual_." He adjusted
+his eyelenses. "I believe that that is one of the major troubles of
+civilization." He tapped the ashes from his cigarette and looked at her
+for confirmation.
+
+"Hell, yes!" she agreed heartily. "We are concentrating on the means
+and forgetting the ends."
+
+"We are concentrating on the transient," he echoed, "and forgetting the
+eternal."
+
+This bit of conversation was enough to convince the somewhat satiated
+Orena. She cast a web of mental protection over the biped and set her
+mind to an OEI wavelength.
+
+Obviously Xeluchli had already made his choice and set his mind to the
+HHW wavelength, for all the bipeds she could see except the protected
+Adam Henessey immediately fell to the ground and lay still. The effect
+was odd and uncheerful.
+
+Now came one of the most interesting games she had played in her stay
+on the planet. She tried to match the biped's state of bewilderment and
+terror with one of her own and at the same time lead him to the top of
+the mountain. She could, of course, have transported him, protective
+web and all, to the mountaintop in a split second, but that would have
+seemed like cheating at the game. The web protecting Adam Henessey was
+invisible to his eyes and Orena continued to play the part of a fellow
+biped.
+
+In his confused state, it was not difficult to lead Adam up the
+mountain by little suggestions or, often by merely taking the first
+step. She suggested that from the mountaintop they could see better
+what had happened and whether anyone else was alive. He even added
+the idea that they might get out of the area of contamination or
+whatever it was by climbing. "Heavy gases stay low," he said, assuming,
+apparently, that another war had been declared.
+
+They were the first to reach the top, Xeluchli and his find were not
+yet in sight. Orena kept up her act while they waited. She and Adam
+Henessey searched out over the valleys below and chattered worried
+ideas at each other.
+
+Orena was secretly watching for Xeluchli whenever she looked down the
+mountain but soon the sun set and the light faded. It was very dark
+in the valleys and she did not wish to use any but biped eyes in the
+presence of Adam Henessey, at least not until Xeluchli arrived, so she
+gave up looking.
+
+As time went by she began to get worried. It was cold on the mountain
+and she grew impatient to change to some other form. She searched the
+valleys below again, but not even a light of the dead city was visible.
+
+The biped was growing nervous and she was not sure how much longer she
+could keep him here. He was standing sheltered by a crag of rock and
+gazing out into the dark spaces where the city had been, and for a long
+while Orena stood near him and looked far out into the valleys to the
+left.
+
+Time passed and finally the sun began to rise and she grew more worried
+than ever. A terrible thought hit her and she shivered. She stole
+glances at Adam Henessey from time to time and she noticed that he was
+glancing queerly at _her_ now and then. This continued for some time.
+
+Finally she could stand it no longer.
+
+She turned to him and asked:
+
+"Heavens, is that you, Xeluchli?"
+
+She really did not need an answer.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+                      THE STORY OF A PUMPKIN PIE
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+                            [Illustration:
+
+                            THE STORY OF A
+                                PUMPKIN
+                                  PIE
+
+
+                           TOLD IN VERSES BY
+                           WILLIAM E. BARTON
+                          AND IN PICTURES BY
+                             A.M. WILLARD.
+
+               BOSTON    THE PILGRIM PRESS      CHICAGO]
+
+
+
+
+                            COPYRIGHT, 1898
+                         BY WILLIAM E. BARTON
+
+
+
+
+                          PUBLISHER’S PREFACE
+
+
+The author and artist of this book are so much better known in
+connection with other kinds of literary and artistic work, that a word
+concerning its origin will be in order. Just before Christmas, 1897, Mr.
+Willard, the artist, sent to his friend Dr. Barton twenty pencil
+sketches illustrating the evolution of a pumpkin pie. Dr. Barton wrote
+some verses to accompany them for his own children. They gave so much
+pleasure to his little people and to others, and were enjoyed by so many
+older people as well, that the author and artist have consented to give
+them to other children.
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+Dr. Barton is well known as the author of more pretentious works in
+theology, history, and fiction, and Mr. Willard is known as the painter
+of “Yankee Doodle,” the most famous patriotic picture painted in this
+country. His “Minute Men of the Revolution” is hardly less noted, and
+not less meritorious. His comical pictures also are widely known, with
+humor varying from the quiet Sunday smile that goes with “Pitching the
+Tune,” to the rollicking, boisterous laugh belonging to “The Drummer’s
+Latest Yarn.”
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+But Mr. Willard first became known to the public as a painter of
+children. His first pictures to attract attention of the public were a
+pair called “Pluck,” representing a homemade cart occupied by some
+little folks, and drawn by a dog in hot pursuit of a rabbit. These made
+their advent twenty odd years ago when the chromo was in its glory, and
+found their way into thousands of homes.
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+It is interesting to notice the recurrence of the theme in these
+pictures. There is still a dog, and the children must be a generation
+younger than those in “Pluck,” but they are the same sturdy,
+industrious, plucky little people.
+
+Mr. Willard’s children are always wholesome and attractive. They are
+honest, happy, unspoiled little folks, full of fun and ingenuity, and
+good companions for boys and girls everywhere.
+
+                                                        THE PUBLISHERS.
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               INTRODUCTION
+
+
+    This is the tale of a pumpkin pie
+    And of Charlie and Fred. Just how and why
+    They labored with their sister Nell
+    And Towser helped, this book will tell.
+
+    All boys and girls who read it through
+    Will know what they themselves should do.
+    If they will work, and wait, and try,
+    They, too, may have a pumpkin pie.
+
+    Where shines the sun with mellow light,
+    And grass grows green and flowers are bright,
+    There live our girl and jolly boys,
+    In all the farm home’s cares and joys.
+
+    They drive the cows adown the lot
+    Where cool the creek, though days are hot;
+    In health and happiness they dwell,
+    And what they do I now will tell.
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               I
+
+
+    “Hurrah!” cried Carl, “the sun shines gay;
+    The winter’s gone. It’s warm to-day!
+    Let’s gather sticks in the garden lot
+    And make a jolly fire. Why not?”
+
+    Then out ran Fred, and Helen, too,
+    And Towser came to help them through.
+    They raked the sticks, the weeds they brought,
+    And every brier and twig they sought.
+
+    It made a heap ere they did stop;
+    Fred’s head was lower than the top.
+    They lit the pile, the flames rose high;
+    They laughed to see the bright sparks fly!
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               II
+
+
+    Said Carl next day, “Now, Fred, we’ve found
+    That we can work. Let’s plow the ground.
+    We’ll make a garden all our own,
+    And have a pumpkin in it grown.”
+
+    A forkéd stick they quickly got,
+    And started there to plow the lot.
+    Carl was a horse, the dog another;
+    The plowman was the younger brother.
+
+    They turned a furrow deep and wide,
+    And Helen walked the plow beside;
+    And Nell cried, “Gee!” and Fred said, “Whoa!”
+    And merrily did the plowing go.
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               III
+
+
+    But though they toiled and did not shirk,
+    Their plowing proved too much like work.
+    The plow was dull, the harness frail,
+    Their plowing seemed but doomed to fail.
+
+    Old Towser, who did not complain,
+    Showed that he felt the heavy strain,
+    And when they looked across the patch,
+    Their furrow only seemed a scratch!
+
+    Carl panted hard and scratched his head.
+    “I’ve had enough of that!” he said.
+    And Helen said, “Wait, boys, I’ll show
+    You how to plow with spade and hoe!”
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               IV
+
+
+    They dug away till almost noon,
+    With spade and hoe and great big spoon.
+    And Towser dug at a wee round hole,
+    Pretending that he smelt a mole.
+
+    The hours sped by as if on wings;
+    Swift goes the day that pleasure brings.
+    And deep they dug the mellow soil,
+    And raked it smooth with patient toil.
+
+    The noon bell rang; they cried, “Look here!
+    See how we’re digging, mother, dear!
+    We’re nearly through. It can’t be noon!
+    Keep dinner hot; we’ll be there soon!”
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               V
+
+
+    How good the dinner was that day!
+    It makes folks hungry, thus to play.
+    They ate their fill of bread and meat,
+    And mother smiled to see them eat.
+
+    Soon as the dinner-hour was done,
+    Back to the garden did they run;
+    And Helen bore, as swift she ran,
+    Some pumpkin seeds in a small tin pan.
+
+    Fred dug a hole that was nice and round,
+    And Charlie planted them in the ground;
+    And Towser gazed as though he wanted
+    To eat the pie before ’twas planted!
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               VI
+
+
+    They waited for the seeds to start;
+    And patience is as great an art
+    As farming is; but you must know
+    Without it pumpkins will not grow!
+
+    So many times they looked in vain,
+    They thought they would not go again.
+    Busy with other kinds of play,
+    A week or more they stayed away.
+
+    They waited till they ’most forgot,
+    But one day, crossing o’er the lot,
+    They went to look, and cried, “At last
+    They’re up, and they are growing fast!”
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               VII
+
+
+    Well, after that there was much to do,
+    But day and night the wee vines grew.
+    Each day they helped their mother dear,
+    Each week some wonder did appear.
+
+    A yellow flower one day they found,
+    In two weeks more a green ball round,
+    That grew upon the pumpkin vine:
+    And Carl and Fred cried, “This is fine!”
+
+    Fred watched it with an eager eye
+    And said, “Now we shall have some pie!”
+    And Helen called old Towser near
+    And said, “A baby pumpkin, dear!”
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               VIII
+
+
+    So June passed on, and warm July,
+    And up the corn grew rank and high;
+    Beyond where they their seed had sown,
+    The cornfield stretched, a forest grown.
+
+    Upon the fence the children sat
+    With bare brown feet and torn straw hat.
+    Between the corn-rows on the ground
+    Their pumpkin lay, large, green, and round.
+
+    And Charlie said, “Our pumpkin soon
+    Will be as big as the great round moon.”
+    And Towser peered o’er the fence so high
+    With a knowing look in his wise old eye.
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               IX
+
+
+    When autumn came, the children three,
+    With books and lunch and noisy glee,
+    Went off to school, their tasks to learn,
+    And Towser waited their return.
+
+    And then, so short had grown the day,
+    They had but little time for play,
+    But drove the cows, the chickens fed,
+    Then supper ate and went to bed.
+
+    But Saturdays they viewed their prize,
+    And, lo, it grew to monstrous size!
+    And autumn sunbeams shining down
+    Colored the pumpkin golden brown.
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               X
+
+
+    Then came October clear and chill,
+    With frosts that unripe pumpkins kill.
+    They shivered in their beds so warm
+    Lest Jack Frost should their pumpkin harm.
+
+    But by and by they all agreed
+    Their pumpkin now was ripe indeed.
+    And on the next bright Saturday,
+    ’Twas warm, and fine for work or play,
+
+    They harnessed Towser to the cart
+    And for the garden-lot did start.
+    The pumpkin loaded they with skill,
+    While Helen held old Towser still.
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               XI
+
+
+    Behold the pumpkin borne in state
+    Adown the field and toward the gate,
+    With Helen perched upon its crest,
+    And Towser doing quite his best!
+
+    No queen upon a gilded throne
+    More royally than Helen shone;
+    No steed more proud than Towser bore
+    A princess to the palace door.
+
+    The cart wheels rumbled o’er the road,
+    And creaked beneath their heavy load.
+    The boys cried loudly, “Here we come!
+    We’re going to haul our pumpkin home!”
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               XII
+
+
+    “Let dogs delight to bark and bite,”
+    So Towser thought he had a right
+    To chase a neighbor’s cur away
+    Who came intruding that high day.
+
+    He barked, he growled, laid back his ears,
+    ’Spite Carl’s rebuke and Helen’s fears.
+    Nell tugged the lines; the boys cried, “Whoa!”
+    But fiercely on did Towser go!
+
+    The neighbor dog fled like the wind,
+    And Towser followed hard behind
+    They struck a stone; out tumbled Nell,
+    And out the precious pumpkin fell!
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               XIII
+
+
+    O Doctor Watts, thou didst not right
+    In telling dogs to bark and bite!
+    O Towser, thou didst little know
+    How great the wreck thy wrath would show!
+
+    The man who says that childhood’s woes
+    Are small, but little childhood knows.
+    The children wept and scolded sore,
+    And Towser they would love no more!
+
+    But through their tears like summer rain,
+    The sun of hope shone out again.
+    One glad discovery came to light,
+    “The pumpkin isn’t hurt a mite!”
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               XIV
+
+
+    What did it matter after that
+    If Helen’s head and Helen’s hat
+    Were badly damaged by the fall?
+    The pumpkin was not harmed at all!
+
+    “Cheer up!” cried Carl. “Nell, do not cry!
+    It still will make a monstrous pie.
+    Your hat’s all right. ’Twas pretty old,
+    And mother, I am sure, won’t scold!”
+
+    They dried their tears and soon did start
+    To seek their steed and broken cart.
+    Towser, who waited them hard by,
+    But wagged his tail and winked his eye!
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               XV
+
+
+    The cart was broken, harness, too,
+    But these young folks knew what to do.
+    The saw and hammer quick they brought,
+    And all their skill and wisdom sought.
+
+    The wagon was in such a plight,
+    To mend it took till almost night.
+    The boys their anger soon forgot,
+    And Helen, too, the aching spot.
+
+    Towser so penitent appeared,
+    They did not chide, because they feared
+    To grieve him. So repose he sought
+    While they repaired the ill he’d wrought.
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               XVI
+
+
+    At last ’twas done, and Towser stood
+    Harnessed and vowing to be good.
+    They rolled it in, and to the door
+    The pumpkin now with joy they bore!
+
+    Yet Charlie held to Towser’s rein,
+    Lest he should chase a dog again.
+    But never horse more faithful proved
+    Than Towser to the lads he loved.
+
+    And mother met them at the door:
+    “I never saw the like before!”
+    Was what she said; and her surprise
+    Was better than a hundred pies!
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               XVII
+
+
+    Thanksgiving Day was drawing near
+    With memories of a happy year.
+    The children to the woodshed went
+    And to the axe their backs they bent,
+
+    In golden crescents cut their prize
+    To make it into pumpkin pies;
+    Yet saved the seeds to plant next spring,
+    That these might other pumpkins bring.
+
+    A smaller pumpkin had they still,
+    And carved it out with wondrous skill.
+    Made eyes and mouth, put in a light,
+    A funny lantern ’twas at night!
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               XVIII
+
+
+    Then mother cooked each golden slice,
+    And seasoned it with sweet and spice,
+    And rolled the crust so crisp and thin
+    To bake the precious pumpkin in.
+
+    The children pressed the table nigh,
+    Until the oven claimed the pie,
+    And then with appetites most keen
+    They scraped the pan and licked it clean.
+
+    Old Towser, who was always there,
+    Looked up and seemed to want a share.
+    When their share ended his began,
+    For after them he licked the pan.
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               XIX
+
+
+    And so Thanksgiving Day came round,
+    And at the church our children found.
+    They sat quite still, and did no wrong,
+    But, oh, that sermon seemed so long!
+
+    The minister to the people read
+    The words the governor had said,
+    And told the reasons why, thought he,
+    They all should very thankful be.
+
+    The children homeward took their way,
+    Thankful for pumpkin pie that day.
+    Old Towser shared their homeward pace
+    With solemn look and Sunday face.
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+               XX
+
+
+    When half the turkey disappeared,
+    And all the table had been cleared,
+    Father and mother said that they
+    Had had enough to eat that day.
+
+    But all the children said, “Not I!
+    We’re ready now for pumpkin pie!”
+    So mother cut them each a slice,
+    And, bless my heart, but it was nice!
+
+    Fred took a great delicious bite,
+    And Carl one larger had in sight.
+    But Helen said, “Towser, come here!
+    I’ll give you half of mine, you dear!”
+
+             [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CONCLUSION
+
+
+    Now you who’ve read this story through
+    Will know next spring just what to do.
+    For patience and hard work, you know,
+    Are needed to make pumpkins grow.
+
+    To raise a pumpkin pie, you need
+    Some other things than pumpkin seed.
+    But patience seeds take long to grow,
+    And now’s the time of year to sow!
+
+    If you begin to practice now,
+    By spring, I think, you’ll know just how.
+    And all you learn, I’m glad to tell,
+    Is good for other things as well.
+
+    If all you children do your best,
+    Mother will gladly do the rest.
+    And when Thanksgiving Day draws nigh
+    I hope you’ll get your pumpkin pie.
+
+
+
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+
+
+                              FINAL GLORY
+
+                            By HENRY HASSE
+
+              The Sun was dying--and with it the System.
+               Earth was a cold stone. Survivors huddled
+                on a cheerless Mercury, waiting numbly.
+                 But Praav in his inscrutable wisdom--
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                      Planet Stories Spring 1947.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+N'Zik was a forlorn and weary figure at the forward port. He balanced
+his frail, bulbous body on four of his eight limbs, while the other
+four moved listlessly over the etheroscope, adjusting sights and
+lenses. N'Zik wondered dully why he bothered. Even from here he could
+see that the system looking ahead, the dull reddish Sun with its wild
+and darksome planets, was not for them.
+
+Bitterness flooded his soul. To have come so far and searched so
+long, only to find this! In all this Galaxy here was the one Sun that
+sustained a planetary system, and that Sun was dying! The irony was
+more than he could bear.
+
+Shi-Zik came to stand beside him. Only she and N'Zik were left, of all
+the thousands; two alone on this driving colossus which was the only
+world they had ever known. She sensed his bitterness now and tried to
+speak words of hope.
+
+"See, N'Zik, there are inner planets! How close their orbits are! There
+may still be warmth and life-sustaining rays."
+
+N'Zik's limbs sprawled outward in despair.
+
+"This dying system is not for us, Shi-Zik. The five largest and
+outermost planets are but barren, frigid rock. But if you wish, we
+shall go inward."
+
+His limbs flashed over the huge control-console. Gradually the ship
+slowed in its headlong pace. Nearly the size of a small planet, was
+this ship; entire generations had been born and died aboard it, during
+the trip between Galaxies. Somewhere deep inside, perpetual generators
+pounded out the power that had driven them through space faster than
+light.
+
+N'Zik and Shi-Zik had never seen those generators, nor were they
+conscious now of the smooth threnody. They had known it always. Miles
+of inter-locking corridors extended behind them too, a veritable city
+with vast rooms of wonderful machinery--but none of this had they ever
+seen. For DEATH had struck suddenly there, was lurking there still.
+
+The huge metal tomes told of it. N'Zik and Shi-Zik had read that
+history so often that they knew it now by heart. They knew how and why
+the last generations had been wiped out.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The first scientists had planned well for the safety and well-being
+of the generations to come, but they had overlooked one thing. Within
+their own Galaxy they had been cognizant of certain cosmic rays, which
+were harmless insofar as they had no apparent effect on living tissues.
+However, in that utter vacuity between Galaxies _no such rays existed_!
+And there between Galaxies new generations were born. Five, ten, a
+dozen generations. And at last--they had reached the new Galaxy....
+
+Whether the cosmic rays here differed, or whether the new generations
+had simply lost all resistance to them, was never fully known. The
+race had died by thousands as the hard rays penetrated the ship. The
+scientists worked feverishly to build up a section with layers of
+their heaviest metals; but by the time they had achieved a sufficient
+thickness, a few dozen had survived.
+
+N'Zik and Shi-Zik were the last of that final group.
+
+Now, under N'Zik's sure guidance, the ship crossed the orbits of the
+outer planets. He had thrown over the deceleration control, but their
+speed was still tremendous.
+
+In a few minutes craggy fragments of rock were skimming past their
+hull. The larger ones were deflected by automatic repulsion plates and
+the few that drifted through became molten upon contact. Such was their
+speed.
+
+Then they were through the swarm, and N'Zik remarked, "This is an old
+system indeed. At one time a planet must have occupied that orbit."
+
+"Look." Shi-Zik's spider-like body was taut with eagerness as she
+pointed to a planet far ahead, swinging away from their trajectory.
+"Shall we follow it?"
+
+"There is no purpose. We can pick it up in the etheroscope." N'Zik
+adjusted the sights. The planet together with its two moons leaped into
+view on the screen. N'Zik manipulated the magnilens and it was brought
+still nearer.
+
+Vast icy caps encompassed most of this world. The rest was frozen
+desert, slightly reddish, with a few peculiar straight-line markings
+that might have been man-made. But that didn't interest them now.
+It was all too apparent that this planet had been uninhabitable for
+millennia.
+
+"Dead. A frozen, dead world," Shi-Zik intoned. "Let us go on to the
+next one."
+
+They moved ever inward. The next planet with its single satellite
+offered no more promise. Here they saw stark mountain ranges in
+contrast to vast hollows that might have been dead ocean bottoms. The
+magnilens picked out several cities, tottering, crumbling in ruin.
+
+"Cities," N'Zik muttered. "Cities still standing on this airless world.
+A civilization once existed here, and it cannot have been so long ago.
+Shall we go on, Shi-Zik? There are two or three other planets but I
+fear they will offer no more than this."
+
+Now something of N'Zik's despair came upon Shi-Zik. "No, we need not
+go on. I feel weary of it all. I care not if we ever find the place we
+seek."
+
+"I too, have had this feeling," N'Zik waved his limbs in agreement.
+"Shi-Zik, we have searched this Galaxy through. There may yet be
+life-giving Suns with planets, but we have not much time. Of late I
+have felt the engines becoming sluggish of power...."
+
+"True. The way has been long." She gestured hopelessly. "Do you suggest
+then, that we put an end to the mission?"
+
+"Not without your consent, Shi-Zik."
+
+"I have wanted to end it!" Shi-Zik cried. "For a very long time I have
+thought of it, but dared not speak."
+
+"And yet," N'Zik mused, "perhaps we should search further. Search until
+the end. It was the will of our forebears that the race be continued.
+Should we end so ingloriously what they set out to achieve?"
+
+"The will of our forebears is as nothing to the will of Praav," Shi-Zik
+spoke softly, gazing out to the stars. "Praav has watched safely over
+us all this time. If He had wanted us to find a place, we should have
+found it. And we need not end ingloriously. Observe, N'Zik, that we,
+the last of our kind, have ended here, at what is probably the last
+planetary system. Its sun is dying as our race is dying. Let us all go
+out in a final flame together, a blaze of glory!"
+
+The bitterness had left N'Zik now. "You are right, my dear. It was
+meant that we should end here. I believe Praav has willed it so!"
+
+He threw the controls over to full acceleration and locked them
+into place. The colossus of all spaceships piled acceleration upon
+acceleration with the speed of light, plunging on its unerring course
+toward the dying Sun. The two beings from another Galaxy stood at the
+forward port, proudly side by side. N'Zik looked at Shi-Zik and felt
+such a peace as he had never known.
+
+And Shi-Zik murmured, "Praav, in his inscrutable wisdom...."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Curt Sanders climbed wearily up the last steep passage from the city
+below. Space-suited and helmeted, he emerged from the low line of
+cliffs and looked out upon the desolate surface of Mercury.
+
+For the past week he had worked hard in the underground laboratories.
+Occasionally he came to the surface where he could see the dark sky,
+and the pin-points of stars, and the dying Sun once more. That alone
+gave him incentive to go on. He, with the several thousand others,
+were working out the problem which might save them from extinction. It
+was slow work, damnably slow and hard, and Curt knew in his heart they
+would not be in time.
+
+He raised his face to the red orb whose heat scarcely touched
+here. Again he marvelled that disaster had come so suddenly. Solar
+radiation was not supposed to end like that! It should have gone on
+for millennia. That's what the scientists had preached. But it had
+ended--scarcely five hundred years ago. Curt had never known Earth,
+only the city here far within Mercury, where there was meager warmth
+and light. And now even the internal heat of Mercury was fast cooling.
+
+Curt turned at the sound of footsteps behind him. That would be Olana.
+She, too, came here each week.
+
+She stopped beside him, raised her helmeted face to Sun and stars
+with infinite longing. For a moment neither of them spoke. Then Olana
+clicked on her helmet radio.
+
+"Each time, Curt ... each time I come here I imagine the Sun has grown
+dimmer. Is it really only my imagination?"
+
+"Yes. It becomes dimmer, but not perceptibly. Solar radiation is
+electronic, and the theory is that our Sun has merely exhausted an
+outer sheath of electrons. Lord knows what internal condition caused
+it! If it's a solid body, it may be due to certain peculiarities of
+the strata. The sun spots of hundreds of years ago must have been the
+beginning of the end."
+
+She nodded. "How is the work coming?"
+
+"The Traction Rays? Slowly, Olana--too slowly." Curt shook his head
+in weariness. "We're in the process of testing, but they are still
+not strong enough. It means months more of work, and we shall need
+hundreds! You know, if we fail on the first attempt we shall not have
+another chance."
+
+"I--I still don't quite understand it," Olana was puzzled. "I know it
+has something to do with the orbit of Vulcan. But how can it save us?"
+
+"It may not. It's a forlorn chance. You know of course that Vulcan's a
+very small planet, scarcely larger than Earth's moon. And it pursues
+an orbit much closer to the Sun than Mercury. If we can drive it out of
+its orbit with the Traction Rays, it may fall into the Sun!"
+
+"But suppose," Olana pointed out, "it only takes up a closer orbit?"
+
+"Exactly why we're taking no chances. We must be sure our rays are
+strong enough to _propel_ it into the Sun."
+
+"And what then?"
+
+Curt shrugged. "After that it's anybody's guess. Professor Marston
+believes that such a collision will set up a combustion sufficient to
+release internal electronic action from the Sun's depths. And, once
+that is started, the Sun will blaze again."
+
+"I see," Olana exclaimed. "Something like stirring up dying embers!"
+
+"Yes." There was no eagerness in Curt's voice. "No doubt there are
+forces within the Sun sufficient to last for millennia, if they could
+only be released. But they must be deep within. I'm afraid nothing we
+do with Vulcan will be enough."
+
+"Why, you're just a pessimist!"
+
+Curt smiled wanly. "No, just realistic. And very tired! It's been a
+trying week. Come, we'd better be getting back."
+
+"Wait." Olana stopped him. She was gazing at the blackness beyond the
+horizon's rim. "Curt, look."
+
+"Meteor?" He followed her gaze. "No! I never saw a meteor like _that_!"
+
+They saw a patch of light against the reddish sunglow. It wasn't
+extended light, it seemed to move as a bulk and with such speed as no
+meteor had ever attained. For half a minute they watched it become
+smaller--then it disappeared. Curt shook his head in puzzlement.
+
+[Illustration: _They saw a patch of light against the reddish sunglow._]
+
+"That beats me! For a minute I had a feeling--yes, I was _right_! It
+went straight into the Sun! Olana--!"
+
+But she had seen, too. She was scarcely aware of Curt's fierce grip on
+her arm.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Directly in the center of the maroon Sun a tiny pinpoint of white had
+appeared. Even as they watched, it seemed to mushroom slowly outward.
+
+"That was no meteor!" Curt exclaimed. "Whatever caused that explosion
+was travelling at the speed of light, and must have had tremendous
+bulk! Why ... I doubt if even Vulcan striking with its orbital velocity
+could cause such a display!"
+
+For an hour they watched. At the end of that time the whitish glow had
+given no sign of receding; if anything, it had become ever so slightly
+larger. They stared, entranced with a new hope.
+
+At last Olana placed a hand on Curt's arm and murmured, "God, in his
+inscrutable wisdom...."
+
+
+
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+
+
+                     HUMOROUS MASTERPIECES, NO. 2
+
+                          PICTURES BY GAVARNI
+
+                  CARSON & NICOL, PRINTERS, GLASGOW.
+
+    [Heading: THE DECEITFULNESS OF WOMEN IN MATTERS OF SENTIMENT.]
+
+ [Illustration: “Henri is very nice ... but I believe it is Charles I
+                              love best.”
+
+                         “Then marry Henri.”]
+
+
+
+
+                               PICTURES
+                                  BY
+                                GAVARNI
+
+
+                          GOWANS & GRAY, LTD.
+                   35 LEICESTER SQUARE, LONDON, W.C.
+                      58 CADOGAN STREET, GLASGOW
+                                 1906
+
+
+                _The following pictures are selected
+                from the two volumes of Gavarni’s
+                “Œuvres Choisies” published by Hetzel,
+                Paris, 1846-8. In choosing them the
+                publishers have been careful to exclude any
+                illustrations likely to
+                offend English taste
+                or too local in interest for the allusions
+                to be generally intelligible._
+
+
+
+[Heading: THE DECEITFULNESS OF WOMEN IN MATTERS OF SENTIMENT]
+
+[Illustration: “How did you know, papa, that I loved Mr. Leon?”
+
+“Because you always told me about Mr. Paul.”]
+
+[Illustration: THE DECEITFULNESS OF WOMEN IN MATTERS OF SENTIMENT
+
+     My Dear Amédée,
+
+     This evening, about eight o’clock, at the Boule Rouge, dressed as a
+     citizeness; be on the lookout, do not keep me waiting,
+                                                  Your Clara.
+
+
+
+     My Beloved Henri,
+
+     Judge of my despair! I have a frightful sore throat, it will be
+     quite impossible for me to go out this evening. In fact, they are
+     thinking of applying twenty leeches!!! Pity much and love always
+     your
+
+
+                                                  Clara.]
+
+[Heading: THE DECEITFULNESS OF WOMEN IN MATTERS OF SENTIMENT]
+
+[Illustration: _To the first gentleman._--“Meet me this evening, from
+four to five o’clock, quai de l’Horloge du Palais.--Your Augustine.”
+
+_To the second gentleman._--“This evening, quai des Lunettes, between
+four and five o’clock.--Your Augustine.”
+
+_To the third gentleman._--“Quai des Morfondus, this evening, from four
+o’clock to five.--Your Augustine.”
+
+_To a fourth gentleman._--“I expect you this evening at four
+o’clock.--Your own Augustine.”]
+
+[Heading: THE DECEITFULNESS OF WOMEN IN MATTERS OF SENTIMENT]
+
+[Illustration: “_You_ frank! _you_ innocent! have confidence in
+_you_!... _you_!... why! you would blow your nose with your left hand
+only for the pleasure of deceiving your right hand if you could!”]
+
+[Heading: THE DECEITFULNESS OF WOMEN IN MATTERS OF SENTIMENT]
+
+[Illustration: “O, Henri! Henri! Mon Dieu, Mon Dieu!... To sacrifice
+oneself for so ungrateful a wretch!... Never see him again!... Never!...
+But will it ever be possible for me not to see my Henri again?...”
+
+“Fortunately you have still got your Amédée.”]
+
+[Heading: THE DECEITFULNESS OF WOMEN IN MATTERS OF SENTIMENT]
+
+[Illustration: “What woman is there that would not be happy and proud to
+belong to you, my Jules?”]
+
+[Heading: THE DECEITFULNESS OF WOMEN IN MATTERS OF SENTIMENT]
+
+[Illustration: “Wretched woman! you will be the shame of your own sex
+and the despair of mine!”]
+
+[Heading: CLICHY]
+
+[Illustration: “Don’t make any payment to account! I tell you, the
+creditor who is not paid is only a creditor; the creditor who is paid is
+a tiger!”]
+
+[Heading: CLICHY]
+
+[Illustration: “Why, old man, this is Sunday.”
+
+“What does that matter to you?”
+
+“Why! (on Sundays, one does not care a rap for the bailiff) it matters
+this much, that I could go for a walk if I could get out.”]
+
+[Heading: CLICHY]
+
+[Illustration: “But how did you let yourself be caught like that?”
+
+“Ask the wild ducks how they get caught!... He drew on me on March 1st,
+and I was arrested on April 5th: that’s how it happened.”]
+
+[Heading: CLICHY]
+
+[Illustration: “You see, grief does not make me thin! and I will give a
+piece of advice to my creditors, in their own interest; if they want to
+take me out of here, they had better make haste, for they will soon not
+be able to get me through the door.”]
+
+[Heading: PARIS BY NIGHT]
+
+[Illustration: “Do you see that swell coming in there?”
+
+“Yes!”
+
+“Do you know who he is?”
+
+“Who?”
+
+“Nobody at all.”]
+
+[Heading: PARIS BY NIGHT]
+
+[Illustration: Two suspicions.]
+
+[Heading: PARIS BY NIGHT]
+
+[Illustration: “Count Onnesaitki!...”
+
+“Baron Gros-Jean!...”]
+
+[Heading: PARIS BY NIGHT]
+
+[Illustration: “I was begging yesterday at the church doors: I got
+nothing.”
+
+“I begged at the dancing halls: I did not badly.”]
+
+[Heading: PARIS BY NIGHT]
+
+[Illustration: “Here’s a fine old chap, who is going to give us
+something to drink his health!... if he’s a good sort!... eh, old
+boy?”]
+
+[Heading: PARIS BY NIGHT]
+
+[Illustration: Not much here!]
+
+[Heading: TERRIBLE CHILDREN]
+
+[Illustration: “I’ve brought sweets for you, little chap; I’ll give you
+them when I go away.”
+
+“Then give me them now and then go away.”]
+
+[Heading: TERRIBLE CHILDREN]
+
+[Illustration: “Mamma, it’s Mr.... you know, the gentleman with the
+nose....”]
+
+[Heading: TERRIBLE CHILDREN]
+
+[Illustration: “I’ll tell!... you’ve taken some more of the rouge mamma
+puts on, out of the little pot.”]
+
+[Heading: TERRIBLE CHILDREN]
+
+[Illustration: “The rose you gave mamma?... Oh, yes, yes!... that you
+nearly broke your neck to get?... Why, cousin Anatole put it on
+Jacobin’s tail, Matthieu’s donkey.... Mamma _did_ laugh!... Have you any
+more nuts?”]
+
+[Heading: TERRIBLE CHILDREN]
+
+[Illustration: “I have seen cousin enough, mamma, are you coming
+home.”]
+
+[Heading: TERRIBLE CHILDREN]
+
+[Illustration: “Oh! it is true! you have eyes like the lamps on your
+cab.... Well, Clémence was perfectly right, she was.”]
+
+[Heading: TERRIBLE CHILDREN]
+
+[Illustration: “You don’t know your lesson, your aunt will come and you
+will be scolded!...”
+
+“Oh, yes, aunt ... she is with the fat hair-woman.... You don’t know how
+long it takes to remove the stuff they put in aunt’s hair to make it
+black afterwards.”]
+
+[Heading: TERRIBLE CHILDREN]
+
+[Illustration: “Adieu, madam, I shall call again soon, since you permit
+me to come to bore you like this sometimes.”
+
+“Oh! you never bore me.”
+
+“Yes, mamma, you said the other day he was a bore.”
+
+“It is not true!... Mamma, George is telling lies again!... Mamma said
+he was stupid and a bore!... Now!”]
+
+[Heading: LORETTES]
+
+[Illustration: “I am keeping a ticket for you, my dear Charles, for
+Chantereine; I am playing the ‘Maid of Honour.’”
+
+“That will be funny!”
+
+“ ...All my friends are coming.”
+
+“The place will be full.”]
+
+[Heading: ACTRESSES]
+
+[Illustration: AT HER LEVEE
+
+_1st Criticism._--“It is impossible to exhibit more wit, more gaiety,
+more cleverness than does Madame Polydor in the part of Suzette; it is
+impossible to be more refined and elegant.”
+
+_2nd Criticism._--“Decidedly, Madame Polydor shows herself more
+insignificant than ever in the part of Suzette.”
+
+_3rd Criticism._--“Etc., etc., etc., etc.”]
+
+[Heading: ACTRESSES]
+
+[Illustration: THE PART
+
+“See: the waves of the inhuman sea have left nothing for us on the sand.
+The blighting wind of the desert has passed over the traveller’s tree,
+and its branch, alas! is withered.... Alas! my eyes have sought in vain
+the life-giving seeds in the odorous grass that the tempest has
+levelled, and in the abandoned nests of the young birds of the shore!...
+O, mother!... mother!... I hunger!”
+
+“Well, here is your coffee, Titine.”]
+
+[Heading: ACTRESSES]
+
+[Illustration: STUDYING
+
+“At last, then, you have come, oh monster, soiled with crime!”]
+
+[Heading: ACTRESSES]
+
+[Illustration: “Oh, Lord! protect a Christian virgin.”]
+
+[Heading: ACTRESSES]
+
+[Illustration: “We sup at Véry’s, Chozikof and I, with Mlle.
+Beaupertuis.... Will you come, my charmer?”
+
+“Your proposal, Count, is of a nature likely to compromise gravely the
+interests of our faithful ally, England.... Nevertheless we shall
+consider it; but, whatever we resolve, we shall keep it secret from
+Russia; we give you, Count, our royal word.”]
+
+[Heading: ACTRESSES]
+
+[Illustration: “Madame Charmant, you spoke the pavilion scene like an
+angel: it is perfect! but do not mount the stairs so quickly; you must
+leave Sir Arthur time to kill himself.”]
+
+[Heading: PARIS BY MORNING]
+
+[Illustration: “Does Madame de Saint-Aiglemont live here, madam, if you
+please?”
+
+“Yes ... M’ame Chiffet!... you’re wanted.”]
+
+[Heading: PARIS BY MORNING]
+
+[Illustration: “Blow!”]
+
+[Heading: PARIS BY MORNING]
+
+[Illustration: “Come on! come on! will you ever have the yard swept this
+morning.... It is eight o’clock already!... and you have the middle
+flat’s boots to do yet and your piano to study....”]
+
+[Heading: PARIS BY MORNING]
+
+[Illustration: “Why deprive oneself of the superfluous, when one can
+dispense with the necessary? With what a housekeeper costs, one has two
+stalls at the opera.”]
+
+[Heading: THE STUDENTS OF PARIS]
+
+[Illustration: “Adieu, my good fellow, I leave you my pipe and my
+wife.... You will take great care of my pipe!...”]
+
+[Heading: THE STUDENTS OF PARIS]
+
+[Illustration: ARTICLE 212 OF THE CIVIL CODE
+
+“Husband and wife owe one another fidelity, succour, assistance.”]
+
+[Heading: THE STUDENTS OF PARIS]
+
+[Illustration: “How much?”
+
+“Guess....”
+
+“Thirty francs?”
+
+“Four francs!”
+
+“Good heavens!”]
+
+[Heading: THE STUDENTS OF PARIS]
+
+[Illustration: “It is I!” “It is I!” “She is making eyes at me.” “She is
+winking at me.” “You are mistaken, my boy.” “You are wrong, old man.”
+Both together, “Stop, stop, stop, we are both right ... she squints!”]
+
+[Heading: THE STUDENTS OF PARIS]
+
+[Illustration: “And on Sunday, what do you do, my boy?”
+
+“On Sunday, cousin, we walk in a garden called the Grande-Chaumière,
+where we hear sacred music.”
+
+“After church?”
+
+“After church, cousin....”]
+
+[Heading: THE STUDENTS OF PARIS]
+
+[Illustration: “Ah, my dear fellow, don’t pity yourself! You will be
+doctor, I shall be a royal attorney: while you will be obliged to have
+talent, I will be compelled to have manners.”
+
+“_That_ will be hard!”]
+
+[Heading: THE STUDENTS OF PARIS]
+
+[Illustration: Studying Law.]
+
+[Heading: THE STUDENTS OF PARIS]
+
+[Illustration: “Confound it, nephew, it is good to be a hard worker, but
+one cannot always work, so, in the country, one amuses oneself: do like
+me.”]
+
+[Heading: THE YOUNG MAN’S LIFE]
+
+[Illustration: “You haven’t given me the fifty francs you have been
+owing me for six months, you rascal!”
+
+“Very well, godfather, that will stand for the interest on the three
+hundred you have given me.”
+
+“How that?”
+
+“Because it is fifteen days since I asked for them. Godfather, one ought
+to be exact!”]
+
+[Heading: THE YOUNG MAN’S LIFE]
+
+[Illustration: “When people say you have a wife, that means a wife has
+you.”]
+
+[Heading: THE YOUNG MAN’S LIFE]
+
+[Illustration: “How much does a suit like that cost?”
+
+“I don’t know.”
+
+“Heaven grant, my dear fellow, that you may never know.”]
+
+[Heading: THE YOUNG MAN’S LIFE]
+
+[Illustration: “I wanted to tell you, uncle, ... that....”
+
+“I know! don’t trouble: I have no money.”]
+
+[Heading: THE YOUNG MAN’S LIFE]
+
+[Illustration: One has often need of a smaller than oneself.]
+
+[Heading: THE YOUNG MAN’S LIFE]
+
+[Illustration: “Now you’re done for!... My dear fellow, your idiot of a
+groom has mistaken the bouquet: your letter for the niece has gone to
+the aunt.”
+
+“Oh, the deuce!!! After all, what does it matter? Now that I think of
+it, I like the aunt better.”]
+
+[Heading: THE YOUNG MAN’S LIFE]
+
+[Illustration: “You must make up your mind, let’s see!... marry Claire,
+with the Forest of Nangie, or take Clémence, you will have The Mills!...
+Do you wish the forest or the mills?” “Ah, godfather, I would like....”
+“The forest and the mills?” “Godfather, I would like Félicie, who has
+neither forest nor mills....” “You are a fool, godson.” “I am in love,
+godfather.” “You are a fool, godson.”]
+
+[Heading: THE YOUNG MAN’S LIFE]
+
+[Illustration: “Do you pay much at your hotel?”
+
+“A terrible lot: I don’t pay.”]
+
+[Heading: THE YOUNG MAN’S LIFE]
+
+[Illustration: FUNERAL ORATION.
+
+“Ah! her woman’s nature was a rich one! pretty, all heart! full of wit
+... and so good!”
+
+“Yes, that is true!... However, ... there are others.”]
+
+[Heading: THE YOUNG MAN’S LIFE]
+
+[Illustration: “But at your age, rascal! I did not know what debts
+were....”
+
+“Just what I was saying this morning, uncle, to my nephew, when I gave
+him fifteen sous: that scamp ruins me.”]
+
+[Heading: THE YOUNG MAN’S LIFE]
+
+[Illustration: “Let’s see! if it is heads, I love Clara; if it is tails,
+I love Augustine.”]
+
+[Heading: LES DÉBARDEURS]
+
+[Illustration: “That’s no business of yours, what are you interfering
+with? is her husband not there to thrash her?...”]
+
+[Heading: LES DÉBARDEURS]
+
+[Illustration: “What a lot of women there are! what a lot!... And when
+you think that all these people eat every day God makes! It gives you a
+queer idea of man!”]
+
+[Heading: LES DÉBARDEURS]
+
+[Illustration: “You are here, are you! that’s the way you have a
+headache?”
+
+“That’s how you attend drill, is it?”]
+
+[Heading: LES DÉBARDEURS]
+
+[Illustration: “And your wife?”
+
+“She’s in the lock-up.... But I’ve lost my hat ... _that’s_ a
+catastrophe!”]
+
+
+
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+
+
+Transcribed from the 1862 William Skeffington edition by David Price.
+
+
+
+
+
+                     “BEAR YE ONE ANOTHER’S BURDENS.”
+
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                              A PLAIN SERMON
+
+                                    ON
+
+                         THE LANCASHIRE DISTRESS.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                                  BY THE
+
+                        REV. JAMES GALLOWAY COWAN,
+
+         MINISTER OF ARCHBISHOP TENISON’S CHAPEL, REGENT STREET.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+                                 LONDON:
+
+                  WILLIAM SKEFFINGTON, 163, PICCADILLY.
+
+                                  1862.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+_By the same Author_.
+
+
+         _Just published_, _cloth_, 5_s._, _by post_, 5_s._ 4_d._
+
+PLAIN SERMONS.  Third Series.  Containing a Course for Advent, for Lent;
+also Epiphany, Easter, and Miscellaneous Sermons.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+_Also_, _just out_, _price_ 1_d._, FOR DISTRIBUTION, _or_ 6_s._ _per_
+100, A FEW WORDS TO ALL ON THE PRESENT DISTRESS OF OUR BRETHREN IN
+LANCASHIRE.  II. Cor., viii, 14.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+A PLAIN SERMON.
+
+
+                              GALATIANS, vi., 2.
+
+      “Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfil the law of CHRIST.”
+
+There are certain burdens which every man must bear for himself, which
+none can bear for him.  Such are the burdens brought upon him by
+sin—fear, remorse, punishment.  Such again are the burdens of
+responsibility which belong to his gifts and opportunities from GOD.  Of
+these it is not the Divine will that he should be relieved by others.
+Rightly is he made to eat the fruit of his own wilful doings; rightly is
+he accountable to GOD for all that has been lent to him, for all that he
+has been commanded to do.  It is true indeed that the co-operation or
+opposition of other men may, in some measure, affect the bearing of these
+burdens; but still mainly, if not entirely, is it a question between
+_him_ and his GOD—with which a stranger intermeddleth not—what he shall
+suffer, what reckoning shall be made with him: “The son shall not bear
+the iniquity of the father;” “Every man shall receive his own reward
+according to his own work;” “Every one of us shall give an account of
+_himself to_ GOD.”
+
+These burdens may be considered _appropriate_ and _peculiar_ to the
+individual or class of individuals upon whom they are laid: so that you
+may anticipate, almost with certainty, the judgment which imposes them;
+may observe without wonder or questioning who have to bear them; may
+trace back the effect to its cause, the duty to its obligation, and
+justify and approve the law of their imposition.
+
+But there are other burdens which seem to light “hap-hazard” upon their
+bearers, incurred by no special misconduct, corresponding with no
+particular powers and opportunities.  There is no reason that can be
+discerned why _these_ men should have them, and _those_ be free from
+them.  Nay, there seems every reason why it should be otherwise: the back
+is weak upon which the heavy weight is laid; the understanding is simple
+which has perplexities to unravel; the life is upright which has been
+afflicted; the hand is willing which has no work to do.  These are the
+burdens, the “heavy things,” the _grievances_ of which the text speaks,
+burdens from beneath which the bearers may naturally cry, “Why am I
+thus?” burdens the beholding whereof from afar should prompt the humble,
+adoring exclamation, “Why am I _not_ thus?”
+
+The last part of the text answers both classes of inquirers.  It is, that
+opportunity may be afforded for fulfilling “the law of CHRIST,” the rule
+which He set Himself, that in His earthly course He should minister to
+others, bearing their infirmities, taking on Himself their burdens,
+supplying their wants, binding up their wounds, healing their sicknesses,
+and leaving us an example that we should follow his steps; the new
+commandment that we should love one another as He has loved us, the
+exercise of that sympathy, for the working of which He made of Himself
+and Christians one body, binding them to mutual help and dependence, that
+“whether one member suffer all the members suffer with it, or one member
+be honoured all the members rejoice with it.”
+
+No man ever came into this world, certainly none was ever incorporated in
+the Christian Church with license or power to live to himself or by
+himself.  CHRIST has constituted us all in Him members one of another.
+Faculties and gifts He has bestowed on some, which cannot be used but in
+communicating to others; needs He has created, and burdens imposed, for
+the relief of which men must look to their brethren.  Hence the richly
+endowed are to hold their possessions in common, and to distribute them
+liberally according as every man has need; hence the burden of the
+suffering and oppressed is to be borne by the free.  “Here take of my
+good things,” we are to say to the needy, “for I hold them as a steward
+for thee.  Here, give me of thy evil things, for they are laid upon thee
+that I may take them off or bear them with thee.”  This, brethren, is the
+law of CHRIST, a law to be observed as holy duty, as blessed privilege,
+in the full measure of the demand, or at least of the ability to meet it,
+in the spirit of love.
+
+We may not refuse when there is a cry for help, and we have it to bestow;
+we may not plead another’s liability to exempt ourselves.  We may not
+give just what we will, when more is wanted, and we possess more, or can
+get it.  We may not excuse ourselves from further care, where our utmost
+effort has failed to remove the oppressing load; we have then to add
+_taking_ to our _giving_, to go under the burden and help to bear it.
+
+Let these general remarks suffice to introduce and recommend the special
+appeal which I have to make to you to-day on behalf of your burdened
+brethren, the distressed operatives of Lancashire.
+
+You know their case.  The blockade of the American harbours has
+intercepted the large supply of cotton which till lately was regularly
+received from thence.  Consequently, the mill-owners have either
+suspended work and closed their mills, or have reduced the number of
+“hands” to a small fraction of that usually employed.  Thousands and
+thousands of able, active, industrious men and women are thus, with their
+families, deprived of the means of subsistence.  Theirs is not the case,
+remember, of men who _will_ not work, and who, therefore, according to
+the Apostolic rule, may justly be left to bear their own burden: “If any
+man will not work, neither shall he eat.”  They want to work.  They are
+compelled to be idle; the door of the factory is shut against them, and
+were they qualified for other kind of work, it could not be found for
+them.  What, then, is to be done for them?  And, who are to do it?  There
+has been much talk, as you probably know, about the backwardness of the
+mill-owners generally to sustain the hands which built up their fortunes.
+An increased rate, or a loan upon the rates, has been suggested.  The
+intervention of Government has been invoked.  But while men are disputing
+about the agency which ought to remove the burden, it is lying sore upon
+those beneath it—it is crushing them to death!  It is true that “private
+charity” has done something; according to the world’s standard, has done
+_much_.  But, after all, the _present_ emergency has been mocked rather
+than met, and day by day the crowd of sufferers is increasing, and the
+growing severity of the season is intensifying their suffering.  Surely,
+here is a demand for the operation of the law of CHRIST.  Whoso seeth his
+brother in _such_ need, and shutteth up his compassion from him, how
+dwelleth the love of GOD in him?  If CHRIST, by and by, will reject with
+indignation those who have left the _least_ of his brethren unfed,
+unclad, unvisited, how will He treat those who have neglected these
+sufferers?  For, assuredly, _they_ are not the “least” of His brethren.
+It is no vicious or imprudent course that has brought them to this pass.
+It is the deliberate policy of our nation which has forced upon them, all
+helpless, their grievous burden.  It is what _we_ have done in self-love
+which has made _them_ miserable!  And how nobly, how heroically, how
+religiously, are they bending to the burden!  There is no bitter outcry
+against the blockaders, no intemperate act or speech against the
+mill-owners, no riotous agitation for national intervention, no lawless
+depredation, and desperate helping of themselves, no clamour for relief,
+no greedy grasping of what is offered.  Their very failings lean to
+virtue’s side.  They have struggled to be independent.  They have drawn
+from the savings’ bank the little fruits of their prudence and frugality:
+“one by one they have parted with their few luxuries, their half-dozen
+books, and their musical instrument, whatever it was; then the old clock
+ceased its familiar ticking; then, lingeringly left behind, the old
+family Bible, with its little family record, and its many associations
+with the past; and then their very clothing and bedding.”  While they
+could help themselves, they would not ask, they would not _have_, help
+from others, and even now, when all is gone, the spirit of independence,
+the abhorrence of pauperism, the desire to bear their own burden, will
+hardly let them receive, on much persuasion and entreaty, the miserable
+pittance which is called “relief.”
+
+My brethren, shall such men with their wives and little ones be hungry
+and naked, and lie on bare boards, and shiver, and starve, and die, while
+we have aught of money, food, or raiment that we can send them?
+
+I should do you much wrong, if I feared that you would not respond to
+such an appeal, if I did not feel confident that you would make now the
+very largest offering you can, and go home with the burning resolution to
+repeat it and surpass it if possible.  Your hearts must be touched, your
+hands must be ready.  You would not be _human_, much less _Christian_,
+were it otherwise.
+
+But, brethren, zeal and love often burn themselves out without affecting
+much around them, for want of direction and management.
+
+Let me, therefore, offer you a few practical suggestions whereby you may
+be helped to sustain and make productive the feelings now aroused.
+
+Regard, then, the offering which you make to-day as the pledge that you
+will give again and quickly, and at once set about redeeming the pledge.
+Resolve to waste nothing, to spend nothing on amusement, on luxuries, on
+what is not absolutely necessary, till the hungry are all fed, and the
+naked all clothed.  Infuse the same spirit into your household and all
+that approach it.  Be a mouth to plead for those who will not ask for
+themselves.  Let no one meet you and part from you without being stirred
+to respond to this most imperative call.  Hold out a ready and eager hand
+to receive what he will give, and what you receive be prompt to hand on.
+
+When you have scraped all that you can by direct means, look about for
+by-ways.  Part with everything that you can do without; ask your friend
+for the _cost_ of his proffered hospitality (be sure he will generally
+give you more); calculate what you have saved by “good” bargains, and
+hand on the gains.
+
+These directions may seem trivial and the fruits which may spring from
+their observance insignificant.  But remember, brethren, that where a
+loaf of bread may keep a fellow Christian from starvation, there cannot
+really be anything trivial and insignificant.
+
+Besides, it is not merely the actual support for the body, but the moral
+influence of manifested sympathy which has to be considered.  We have
+read how a kind word has lighted up a careworn countenance and drawn
+forth the utterance, “It does us good to feel that we are cared for.”
+Who knows what the message of brotherly interest told by our smallest
+offerings, blest by GOD, may effect?  How it may arouse from despondency,
+how it may calm the troubled breast, how it may cheer the last sad hours,
+and prompt the wretched soul to bless GOD and us ere it depart!
+
+And this recalls to us another truth, that if we cannot remove the
+burden, we may help to bear it.  Let us make this our concern.  After all
+that we can do, there will, alas! probably remain very much unrelieved.
+If we cannot take it off, let us bear it up.  If we cannot wipe away our
+brother’s tears, let us weep with him.  If he must go forth bearing the
+cross even unto death, let us bear it with him, like Joseph of Arimathea,
+and give him the precious peace of knowing that he is not alone.  At the
+worst this shall keep his soul alive while the body is perishing; it
+shall make him walk calmly in the valley of the shadow of death; it shall
+bear good fruit in eternity, if not in time.
+
+One other brief suggestion on this head.  Such an interest and effort as
+I have urged upon you must, if you are Christians, not only stretch forth
+your desires to your brother Christian, but raise up your hearts to GOD.
+Bear his burdens into the presence of the GOD that heareth prayer.  Tell
+out his wants, breathe your aspirations for him before the throne of
+grace.  The prayer shall be heard and answered.  It shall return into
+your own bosom; it shall enlist mighty intercession for you; if it does
+not keep alive here, it shall save from death there.  It shall people
+heaven with expectants for your coming; with those who, when you fail,
+shall joy to receive you into everlasting habitations.
+
+                                * * * * *
+
+              F. Shoberl, Printer, 37, Dean Street, Soho, W.
+
+
+
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+
+
+                         IN THE EARTH'S SHADOW
+
+                          by JOHN L. CHAPMAN
+
+                    _The adventure of a man who sat
+                    alone in space for six years!_
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                          Comet December 40.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Ferris was in the tiny cupola, admiring the immense sphere of Earth
+above him, when the bell sounded. Galsworth again, no doubt. It had
+been Galsworth every time for twenty-four hours. What did he want now?
+
+Ferris went below, preparing himself for the same ugly face, the usual
+grating voice. He sat before the screens and snapped a switch. The
+screen colored, took form. He was right.
+
+Galsworth said: "Fuel Station 12?" As if he didn't know. When Ferris
+nodded, the company head announced: "Replacement will be in effect
+within ten hours. You'll prepare for the trip."
+
+"Replacement!" Ferris gasped. "For what reason--"
+
+"You'll have the details when you reach Earth, Ferris. Be ready when
+Brooks arrives. He'll be there shortly."
+
+"Brooks! Who's he? The kid?"
+
+"You're asking too many questions, Ferris. Brooks is young, yes, but
+he'll fill the position. We'll explain later. That's all."
+
+It took a few minutes for Ferris to recover. Replacement! After six
+years of service at the number one fuel station between the Earth
+and Moon. Why, he was the only man who could handle Station 12! And
+Galsworth was sending Brooks, a green kid barely out of SM school. What
+was the guy thinking of?
+
+Angered, Ferris got up from his stool and paced the floor. It was easy
+to picture Galsworth sitting at his desk. He'd be chewing a big cigar,
+pounding a pudgy fist into his palm, telling young Brooks that Station
+12 needed a stalwart lad willing to face numerous cosmic dangers in
+order that commerce between the Earth and Moon would not fall below its
+present status. Only Galsworth would say it like that.
+
+Well, what was wrong with the present status? Ferris had kept the
+company heads above water; he hadn't fallen down on the job. But they
+apparently weren't satisfied. Something was wrong, and it seemed that
+Galsworth was taking it out on Ferris.
+
+Still perplexed, Ferris entered his living quarters and began packing.
+He dismissed Galsworth from his mind, wondered whether or not Brooks
+could meet the task of operating the station. It was a lonely job,
+sitting there in the cylindrical island of space, watching ships
+approach and pass in the cold void that housed him. Brooks would grow
+weary of it, just as Ferris had at first. There wasn't a more dismal
+existence in the solar system, but to Ferris it was home, and even the
+thought of that was comforting.
+
+The sound of a hissing airlock brought Ferris to his senses. Brooks was
+ahead of schedule--
+
+Ferris went back to the control room. A tall fellow stood there, his
+hair drooping, his space tunic ripped open at the collar. His face was
+stone-like.
+
+"You aren't Brooks," said Ferris. "What do you want?"
+
+"Fuel," the other dropped a hand to a belt holster. "I need fuel for
+my ship--a lot of it. And you're the only fellow in my path who's got
+it. Let's not waste time."
+
+"You've come to the wrong place," said Ferris, starting forward. "The
+barrels here are under government combination seal, and can't be opened
+by anyone other than the inspectors who accompany our regular ships."
+
+"Nevertheless," the tall fellow drew his beam gun, "you have fuel in
+your repulsion tanks, and that's as good as any."
+
+For a moment Ferris stood there, undetermined. Then he remembered a
+police bulletin not so long ago. A convict had escaped from one of
+Earth's interplanetary prisons. He understood now.
+
+"You're Siegal," he said.
+
+The other nodded. "My ship hasn't the fuel to carry me to the Moon. I
+don't like to insist, but I'm going to drain your tanks."
+
+"The station will fall," Ferris warned. "If the repulsion tanks are
+drained, gravity will take hold."
+
+"Unfortunate," said Siegal, "but it's me or the station. I've brought a
+hose along--also a container. I'll give you the pleasure of filling it
+for me. Hurry."
+
+Ferris had no choice, so he did as directed. Siegal had the drop on
+him, and it was best to play safe. Perhaps he could talk the fellow out
+of his wild plan. There was a chance.
+
+"Think you'll make it to the Moon?" queried Ferris as he loosened a
+valve and inserted the hose. "It's a long trek for such a small amount
+of fuel. Besides, you'll burn up half the stuff getting started.
+There's no launch here, you know."
+
+"I left Earth without a launch," said Siegal crisply. "I can do it
+again."
+
+The syphon began a steady flow.
+
+"You won't make it," remarked Ferris. "And if you do get there, what
+then? There's no place for you on the Moon. They'll track you down in a
+few days."
+
+Siegal laughed. "You seem quite certain of all this."
+
+"Besides," went on Ferris, "I'll tell them all about you. They'll know
+just where you are, and they'll be waiting for you when you reach the
+Moon."
+
+"Not if I destroy your radio," said Siegal, "and not if you ride the
+station back to Earth."
+
+For a long minute there was silence. The only sound was the trickling
+of the liquid fuel. Ferris became uneasy.
+
+"That's murder," he said at length.
+
+"True," agreed Siegal. "That is murder, isn't it?"
+
+The container was full. At the point of Siegal's gun, Ferris carried
+the fuel to the airlock, where he was forced to don a space tunic and
+transport the container to the lone ship that was anchored outside.
+He made several trips, until the station's tanks were nearly empty.
+Through vision screens, the glow of the repulsion jets could be seen,
+receding gradually.
+
+"The station will move in a matter of hours," said Ferris. "It's a
+devilish trick, Siegal, and I hope they get you for it."
+
+"Never mind. Just fill the container again. I want to be sure the tank
+is empty."
+
+Ferris set to work again. As he bent over the tanks, the floor gave a
+sudden lurch and threw him against the wall. Siegal clutched a door
+frame and steadied himself.
+
+"No tricks, Ferris."
+
+"But the station's moving. Can't you see?"
+
+"Sooner than you expected. Perhaps you can tell me why."
+
+"I don't know, Siegal. Something's happened."
+
+"It's all right, finish your work."
+
+Ferris complied. Once more the precious liquid trickled into the
+container. Minutes passed.
+
+"Brooks reporting, sir."
+
+Siegal turned, astounded. The red-headed youngster stood there, a
+look of bewilderment on his face. Then Ferris leaped, caught Siegal
+about the hips and sent him sprawling over the station floor. But the
+convict was elusive. He twisted free, somewhat dazed, and stood erect.
+He fired a beam at Ferris, who rolled across the floor in pain. Brooks,
+realization having dawned upon him, started forward. Siegal emitted a
+shrill noise, grabbed the container and ran for the airlock. Brooks
+blocked his way, and went down as the gun struck his skull. Siegal
+leaped over him, vanishing a moment later beyond the airlock.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+His brain in a turmoil, Ferris got slowly to his feet and looked about.
+The room was empty. No Siegal, no Brooks. The station was tilted at
+an angle, swaying slightly. It was falling, due to the excess weight
+applied when Brooks anchored his cruiser.
+
+Ferris nursed his aching head. The beam had shaved his neck just below
+the ear, breaking his space tunic's glass helmet, otherwise doing no
+harm.
+
+Ferris made his way to the airlock. Through the heavy glass he glimpsed
+a portion of Siegal's ship. Quickly, a plan formed in his mind.
+
+He removed a metal space suit from a locker, donned it and clumped
+awkwardly up a stairway leading to the upper level. He crossed to a
+second airlock, advanced through, and stepped lightly onto the top of
+Siegal's ship. He dropped flat and crawled to the supply lock, through
+which a ship's food bundles were loaded. He grasped the latch firmly,
+and waited.
+
+A minute later the little cruiser moved into space. Behind, Fuel
+Station 12 continued its Earthward fall. Ferris watched it go, his
+heart heavy. All his belongings went with Station 12, all the things he
+had called his home for six long years. He wondered about Brooks. The
+fellow's cruiser was drifting lifelessly to one side, no doubt having
+been cut free by Siegal. There was no evidence of Brooks' whereabouts.
+
+Ferris clung to the heavy latch as Siegal's cruiser slipped away in
+space. Above and all around him hovered the vast outline of Earth, the
+continents and oceans showing dimly through the deep shadows. To the
+left was the Moon, drifting aimlessly along the great star-curtain.
+
+Ferris tugged at the latch. It moved a little. He tugged again and it
+sprang free. Ferris stood up, straddled the circular lock, and pulled
+back the cover. Air rushed out. Through the narrow hole he saw the tiny
+storage compartment. Satisfied, he let himself through and dropped to
+the floor, pulling the cover back in place as he did so.
+
+The room was small--only a few feet higher than Ferris, not much
+longer. The sound of the oxygen pumps grew louder for a moment, as the
+semi-vacuum was being replaced.
+
+Ferris waited several minutes, then removed the space suit. Finding the
+air suitable, he stepped to the compartment door, opened it a crack,
+and peered out.
+
+Steps led downward to a brief corridor. Beyond the corridor, a portion
+of the control room was visible.
+
+Ferris moved out, went down the steps and proceeded cautiously along
+the corridor.
+
+He put a hand to his forehead; a sudden dizziness swept through him.
+He leaned against the wall, rubbing his eyes. There was blood on his
+sleeve.
+
+He couldn't remember how long he waited there; it may have been a
+number of minutes. He could feel his sickness overcoming him. He was
+weakening.
+
+A footstep sounded, and Ferris tried to open his eyes. Then he turned
+to go back, but a voice stopped him. It was Siegal's.
+
+There was no use resisting. Siegal still had the drop on him. The
+convict led him into the control cabin, forced him into a seat.
+
+"You're a good man, Ferris," Siegal said, "but not good enough. I might
+be able to use you, though--more or less as a shield when I get to the
+Moon."
+
+Somewhat revived, Ferris looked up. His head still hurt him, but he was
+able to recollect his surroundings. He thought of Fuel Station 12--it
+would be nearing Earth now. Soon it would strike, and then Galsworth
+would be notified. Things would begin to happen.
+
+"Brooks reporting."
+
+Siegal swung, shouting angrily. But the youth was on him, knocking
+the beam gun away, pinning him against the wall of the cabin. Ferris
+watched dazedly, wondering where Brooks had come from. Nauseating
+sensations swept him again, and things went black for a moment. He
+heard Siegal's yells. A blow was struck, and Brooks tumbled back.
+
+Ferris pushed himself from the stool and fell over the beam gun. As
+Siegal bore Brooks to the floor, Ferris rolled over, brought up his arm
+and pulled the trigger. His aim was bad, but the beam did its work.
+Siegal simply went limp.
+
+For a long minute Ferris lay there, looking up at the youthful form of
+Brooks over him. He grinned.
+
+"Good work, Brooks. You make a better stowaway than I do."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"This is the first time," said Galsworth, "I've ever seen bandages on
+you, Ferris."
+
+"I came to talk business, Galsworth. At least, you called me here for
+that reason, didn't you?"
+
+The company head placed a pudgy fist against his palm. "Of course. I
+thought you'd like to know why you were called in from 12."
+
+"Because you wanted to send Brooks there. Well, that's okay. He's a
+good man--"
+
+"No, not just that. We've a passenger pilot's license for you, if you
+want it. Something we've been planning for some time. You're the only
+one of our station operators who has passed the exams."
+
+Ferris grew red in the face. "Then, all this was just a--promotion?"
+
+Galsworth nodded. "When the new Station 12 is situated, Brooks will
+take over. We've better things for you. Willing?"
+
+To Ferris, it was overwhelming--more so than it had been aboard
+Siegal's cruiser. He felt suddenly as if he would faint--the wound--
+
+He did faint right there in Galsworth's office, but when he revived
+Galsworth was still smiling. It was all right--after six years!
+
+
+
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+
+                          the Mesa Verde Story
+
+
+            FROM MESA VERDE NATIONAL PARK—SOUTHWEST COLORADO
+
+    [Illustration: Petroglyphs]
+
+                                                          Diorama Series
+                                         Mesa Verde National Park Museum
+
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+    [Illustration: Diorama No. 1
+    EARLY MAN IN NORTH AMERICA]
+
+This diorama pictures a hunt such as may have taken place 10 or 12
+thousand years ago in what is now northeastern New Mexico. In 1926, 1927
+and 1928, the bones of 30 bison of an extinct species were dug out of
+the bed of an arroyo near the little town of Folsom, New Mexico.
+Associated with the bison bones were 19 spear points of an unusual type.
+The place where the bones and spear points were found had once been a
+water hole or marsh and men probably killed the bison when they came to
+drink or to wallow. They skinned the animals, cut off what flesh they
+wanted and left the carcasses in the mud. Sometimes spear points were
+lost or were left in the bodies and these points, preserved with the
+bones, tell the story of the early hunts.
+
+The unusual spear points are now called Folsom Points and the men who
+made and used them are often referred to as Folsom Men. Other spear
+points of distinctive types have also been found with the bones of
+extinct animals and it indicates that there were many different groups
+of early men in America.
+
+Men began to drift into America at least 15,000 years ago. They came
+from the north, crossing from Asia to Alaska, then moved to the south.
+These early men were hunters and their spear points, knives, scrapers
+and other stone tools have been found associated with the bones of
+elephants, mammoths, camels, horses and certain types of bison which
+have been extinct in America many thousands of years.
+
+Little is known about these early inhabitants of North America. They
+lived by hunting and by gathering seeds, fruit and roots of wild plants.
+They had no permanent dwellings and moved about, following the game on
+which they lived. Pottery was unknown and their utensils and containers
+were made of animal skins. Cooking must have been done over the open
+fire although they may have been able to cook some foods by dropping hot
+stones into skin containers. Many primitive people have cooked in this
+manner.
+
+Few human bones have been found, so little is known about the appearance
+or race of these early men. It can be presumed that they were ancestors
+of some of our present-day Indians.
+
+The migrations of people from Asia to America which began thousands of
+years ago continued until only a few centuries ago. When the white man
+finally arrived, there were hundreds of tribes and many millions of
+Indians in the New World.
+
+    [Illustration: Diorama No. 2
+    THE BASKETMAKERS—1 to 450 A. D.]
+
+Pictured here is a cave occupied by early farming Indians whom we call
+the Basketmakers. Having no houses, they used the caves for shelter and
+since the caves were dry the remains of the people are often found in a
+remarkable state of preservation. These first farmers of the Mesa Verde
+region came into the area almost 2,000 years ago, bringing corn and
+squash with them.
+
+The corn and squash were raised in small mesa-top fields and the people
+also hunted game animals and gathered wild plant foods. Corn was the
+most important food. It could be stored for the winter and when ground
+on the milling stones, the mano and metate, could be used in many ways.
+The area is excellent for dry farming as the rainfall averages 19 inches
+per year.
+
+Pottery was unknown and baskets served as all-purpose containers. It is
+because of the beautifully woven baskets, bags, sandals and sashes that
+the people are called Basketmakers. Dogs were present and their hair was
+sometimes used in weaving.
+
+In most of the area around the Mesa Verde, houses were not in use but in
+the Durango area the remains of crude, hogan-like structures have been
+found. Since most of the people did not have houses, caves were used for
+shelter and most of the remains of these people have been found in caves
+where they have been protected from the elements. In the floors of the
+caves, small slab-lined pits were constructed for the storage of food.
+They were also used for burials.
+
+The bow and arrow were not used by the Basketmakers. Instead, they used
+a weapon called the atlatl, a throwing stick with which they threw long
+arrow-like darts. The atlatl served to lengthen the arm and a quick
+overhand thrust imparted great force to the dart.
+
+The Basketmaker cradle was woven of reeds and withes and a soft pillow
+was placed under the baby’s head. As a result, the head developed
+normally and was not deformed.
+
+Clothing was scanty. Small string aprons were worn by the women and loin
+cloths may have been used. Large blankets were woven from thin strips of
+fur and these as well as animal skins served as robes during the colder
+seasons. Jewelry made from stones, sea shells, bones and seeds was
+common. Turquoise came into use at this time.
+
+The Basketmakers were highly intelligent, progressive people with great
+ability to develop new ideas and to borrow things from other people.
+Although they lived in a simple, rather primitive way, they laid the
+foundation for the great developments which were to follow.
+
+    [Illustration: Diorama No. 3
+    THE MODIFIED BASKETMAKER PERIOD—450 to 750 A. D.]
+
+When Step House Cave, three miles west of the park museum, was excavated
+in 1926, the ruins of three Modified Basketmaker pithouses were found.
+They were built about 600 A. D.
+
+This diorama shows Step House Cave at the time of its occupation. Two of
+the pithouses are shown, one complete, the other being constructed. The
+men are doing the heavier construction work while a woman applies adobe
+to the roof. Another woman is cooking, two are making pottery and still
+another is threshing beans. A father is showing his two small sons how
+to use the bow and arrow and coming through the trees are two men
+carrying a mountain sheep.
+
+The people of this period were direct descendants of the Basketmakers
+shown in Diorama No. 2. Several new developments such as pithouses,
+pottery and the bow and arrow had appeared, and the way of life had
+changed. This change is indicated by the new name, Modified Basketmaker
+Period.
+
+Pithouses, the idea borrowed from other people, came into general use
+early in the period. Some were built in the caves but now that they had
+good houses the people began to move to the mesa tops. By 700 A. D.,
+most, perhaps all, were living in small pithouse villages near their
+fields. The pithouses provided shelter and comfort during the colder
+seasons.
+
+Pottery appeared early in the period and basketry became less important.
+The secret of pottery making was learned from people to the south and
+soon the women were making water jars, bowls, pitchers, ladles and
+cooking pots of good quality. Beans came into use, now that there were
+pots in which to cook them, and added an excellent protein food to the
+diet.
+
+About 550 A. D., the bow and arrow, borrowed from other people, came
+into use. The bow was superior to the atlatl and made hunting and
+defense of the home easier. Stone axes and mauls and other tools of
+stone and bone appeared during this period. Turkeys were domesticated
+and they and the dogs were the only domesticated animals the Mesa Verde
+people ever had.
+
+The Modified Basketmaker period saw development and progress. With
+houses, pottery and the bow and arrow, and the addition of beans to
+their diet, the people seemed to gain vigor and the population began to
+grow. By the end of the period, there were hundreds of pithouse villages
+in the Mesa Verde and a great area around it.
+
+    [Illustration: Diorama No. 4
+    THE DEVELOPMENTAL PUEBLO PERIOD—750 to 1100 A. D.]
+
+Pictured here is a typical Mesa Verde pueblo of about 850 A. D. The
+houses are joined together in a long curving row, facing south. In front
+are two underground ceremonial rooms, one complete, the other under
+construction. Around the village are the fields and in the head of a
+small draw at the left is a spring which provides water. The people are
+engaged in the activities of a September day: gathering the crops,
+drying food, building houses, carrying water, cooking, dressing hides,
+making pottery and, in some cases, doing nothing at all.
+
+In the two preceding dioramas, the people were called Basketmakers. From
+this time on, they will be called Pueblos. Pueblo is a Spanish word
+meaning village. This period saw the beginning of true pueblo
+architecture so the new name, Pueblo Indians, is used.
+
+During the preceding period, individual pithouses were built but near
+the end, the builders began to join the houses together in compact
+groups. Early in the Developmental Pueblo Period, individual pithouses,
+used as dwellings, disappeared. The houses became rectangular with
+vertical walls built of posts and adobe. The rooms were joined together,
+end-to-end, in long, curving rows. In front were one or more deep
+pitrooms which served as ceremonial rooms.
+
+Later in the period, stone masonry appeared and houses were built of
+stones laid in adobe mortar. These villages usually contained from 4 to
+15 rooms built in a single compact group. In front were one or more
+ceremonial rooms, now completely underground. These rooms, now called
+kivas, served as ceremonial rooms, clubrooms and workrooms and were used
+chiefly by the men.
+
+About 750 A. D., the people began to use a wooden cradleboard and the
+baby’s head rested on the hard board without a pillow. This caused the
+back of the skull to flatten and the head appeared much broader. From
+this time on, almost every head was noticeably deformed.
+
+During the Developmental Pueblo Period, there was general improvement in
+everything except basketry which declined as pottery grew in favor.
+Pottery improved in quality, designs became more common and corrugated
+pottery appeared. Minor arts and crafts improved and cotton cloth
+appeared about 900 A. D. Evidently the cotton was imported from warmer
+regions to the south for it will not mature in the Mesa Verde.
+
+From all appearances, this was a peaceful period, for the population
+grew rapidly and the people spread over a wide area. Hundreds of small
+farming villages dotted the Mesa Verde area.
+
+    [Illustration: Diorama No. 5
+    THE GREAT PUEBLO PERIOD—1100 to 1300 A. D.]
+
+Spruce Tree House, shown in this diorama, is the best preserved large
+cliff dwelling in the Mesa Verde. It contains 8 kivas and well over 100
+rooms and may have had as many as 200 inhabitants. The diorama shows it
+as it was when occupied during the thirteenth century.
+
+The rooms, which were small, served as sleeping and storage rooms. Most
+of the activities of the people were carried on in the open courts and
+on the house roofs. Pictured here is a September afternoon and the
+people are busy with their many activities. Corn, beans and squash are
+being carried down from the mesa-top fields and spread on roofs to dry.
+Women are grinding corn, cooking, carrying water and caring for the
+babies. Some of the men are building a kiva roof and a new house is also
+being built. In the center of the village, old men sit in the sun and
+talk about bygone days when things were better.
+
+The Great Pueblo Period of 1100 to 1300 A. D. was the climax of Pueblo
+development in the Mesa Verde. From 1100 to about 1200, the people lived
+on the mesa tops in well-built masonry pueblos. The plan of the
+villages, however, began to change. Kivas, which formerly had been
+outside the village proper, were now placed inside and were surrounded
+by houses. Tall, round towers, which may have been lookout towers,
+became common. The villages also grew larger and were concentrated in
+the most favorable areas. All of this indicates a need for defense and
+it is probable that nomadic Indians were beginning to harass the Pueblo
+farmers.
+
+About 1200 A. D., the Mesa Verde people began to move to the caves. Soon
+most, if not all, were living in cliff dwellings which were simply
+pueblos built in caves. This abrupt change evidently resulted from a
+need for defense against increasing enemy pressure.
+
+During this last century, the people reached their highest level of
+development. Houses, pottery and all other arts and crafts except
+basketry were of the finest quality produced in the Mesa Verde. After
+thirteen centuries of steady development, the culture reached its peak.
+
+In 1276 A. D., a drought began which lasted through 1299 A. D. Because
+of the drought and probably, also, because of increasing enemy trouble,
+the people moved to the south. Some of our modern Pueblo Indians living
+in New Mexico and Arizona are their descendants. The Mesa Verde was
+never again occupied by farming Indians. After many silent, empty
+centuries, the cliff dwellings were discovered by the white man in 1874.
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+—Silently corrected a few typos.
+
+—Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook
+  is public-domain in the country of publication.
+
+—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by
+  _underscores_.
+
+
+
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+
+
+The PLANET of ILLUSION
+
+by MILLARD V. GORDON
+
+[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Comet March 41.
+Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright
+on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+    "_A phantom land and a phantom folk
+    Come sailing out of the deep unknown
+    With a soundless roar and a lightless flash
+    To conquer a void for them alone._"
+
+    --ROGER DAINTETH
+
+"Planet sighted!" sang out Kendall, eye glued to the electro-telescope.
+
+"Where away?" rang Fred Broster from his place at the controls.
+
+"Five point on ten left from star. Point three seven above the
+elliptic," came Kendall's voice again from the forward observation
+window.
+
+"You're daft and dreaming. Snap into it and look again," Broster
+yelled, staring hard at the automatically-recording space-chart.
+"There's nothing here but a particularly empty species of nothingness."
+
+The captain's keen gray eyes stared carefully at the glowing panel
+before him. On it shone out tiny points of light which revealed each
+of the different bodies through whose vicinity the _Astralite_ was
+passing. A remarkable device actuated by delicate gravital detectors
+which marked out every body they approached.
+
+And according to this chart, there was no such planet recorded in the
+depths of the device as that which Kendall had sighted.
+
+"I'm not dreaming. Your chart is wrong if you can't find it there,"
+Kendall remarked after a pause, still staring through the lens of the
+instrument.
+
+Broster examined the chart again. No; there positively was no planet
+circling the star as his observer claimed.
+
+"Come away from there!" he called, straightening up. "Dr. Seaward, will
+you please take the observer's place and check."
+
+Seaward dropped the calculations in hand, walked across the control
+room of the great interstellar explorer, up to the very tip. Kendall
+stood aside while the doctor applied his eye to the lens.
+
+"It's there all right, Broster. A little red disk exactly where he
+called it off; the chart's wrong."
+
+Broster ran a hand through his chestnut hair, a puzzled look in his
+eyes. He glared at the space-chart for a moment, as if loath to believe
+that that faithful instrument could have gone haywire. Then he picked
+his way over to the electro-telescope to verify the sighting personally.
+
+A moment later, the three were looking at each other wonderingly.
+All realized what this might mean: if that space-chart failed them,
+it might be all over with any possibility ever of returning home.
+Space-navigating in the bounds of the solar system was one thing; there
+it didn't matter whether you ran by chart or by observation. But here
+in the bounds of cosmic space, thousands of light-years from the sun,
+where they had to navigate in the blackness of interstellar distances,
+the space-chart was all-important. Bodies out here were dark; there
+were no stars nearby from which they could reflect light....
+
+"That chart will have to be overhauled," murmured the captain. "If it's
+gone wrong...."
+
+"What about this planet? It's the only one around this star," put in
+Kendall, jerking a thumb in its general direction.
+
+"Head toward it; we may as well give it the once-over."
+
+The huge ship pursued its unvarying course toward the approaching star.
+At a single light-year away, they decelerated, slowed down. Riding the
+strange eka-gravity waves, the little-known carrier-waves for light and
+gravity which seemed to travel as fast in relation to light as light
+in relation to sound, this craft of the Thirtieth Century was able to
+accomplish what had for centuries been believed unachievable.
+
+They approached until at last the gravital drag clutched the ship,
+started to draw it in toward that vast, fiery globe spurting forth
+countless tons of disintegrated matter per second, emanating energy
+inconceivable. Yet, withal, a small star, smaller than Sol and quite
+inconspicuous as stars go.
+
+As they drifted, Broster and Seaward examined the space-chart
+thoroughly. But in vain; nothing could be found out of order: no
+short circuits, no tubes needing replacement. It was in perfect shape,
+but ... it refused to light a white speck in its black field for the
+near planet.
+
+They watched the planet grow larger, slowly made out surface details.
+A ruddy world, bathed entirely in red light, although the star around
+which it circled was white. Crimson clouds floated in masses of carmine
+seas and necine land-masses. The glow of the red world shone in
+through the stella-quartzite ports, throwing a weird, bloody glare on
+everything.
+
+"This is a helluva world," growled Kendall. "You'd go nuts there after
+awhile."
+
+Seaward nodded. "Quite so. Red is a color that acts to irritate those
+who look at it overlong. I wouldn't advise staying on this world for
+more than a few minutes. We could easily go mad were we forced to
+remain here so much as a day."
+
+"We'll land, anyway, and look around. If--" Broster was cut off
+abruptly as the shrill scream of the alarm pierced his line of thought.
+"What the devil is that?"
+
+The sound of running feet from the far back of the ship came to their
+ears, then the fourth member of the crew streaked into the control
+room. "Space-ships approaching us!" Arundell shouted. "Didn't you spot
+them?"
+
+Broster wheeled around to the chart. Nothing indicated; according to
+it, there was no planet ahead of them, no space-ships behind them. He
+muttered something then hurried across to the side ports, swung out the
+periscopic plates, stared anxiously to their rear.
+
+There were at least a dozen of the red bodies moving along in their
+wake. Large, all of them, and near. Ships almost as great as the
+_Astralite_, ships that looked dangerous.
+
+"They're close," he grated, "too damn close. I don't like it."
+
+"Neither did I. I was wondering why you didn't do something when I saw
+them in the port," Arundell exclaimed.
+
+Broster jumped to the controls, pulled the lever that should shunt
+the ship to one side. But as the nose turned away, and the great mass
+of her began slowly to describe a long arc in relation to her former
+course, another exclamation came from Kendall: "They're spreading out
+to stop us!"
+
+Broster cursed, reset the course. The planet was dead ahead now.
+
+"Trapped!" he fumed. "The red planet ahead of us, and those ships
+behind us. What do they want?"
+
+"It might be well to stop," Dr. Seaward put in. "They may want to look
+us over and nothing more. Unless we arouse suspicion by resisting now."
+
+"And they might steal the ship under our noses, too," protested
+Arundell.
+
+Broster shook his head. "There cannot be a question of letting unknown
+intelligences enter this craft or hold it. We can't afford to take
+chances, even if the notion that other world dwellers are necessarily
+enemies is silly. We've got to assume that everything we see is
+dangerous until proven harmless or friendly. Those are our first
+orders: do not surrender the ship."
+
+"Then we run for it?" asked Seaward.
+
+"We do. Our offensive weapons may be better than theirs but it's
+another chance we're not taking. The very fact that we're outnumbered
+makes retreat the order of the day."
+
+"Look there!" exclaimed Arundell. "They're beaming past us!"
+
+One of the strange oval, multi-ported, oddly-ornamented, crimson craft
+had just shot a red beam alongside of the _Astralite_. Not touching it,
+but passing by, as if to show that, whenever they cared, this fleet
+could annihilate the intruder. Then, all the other ships surrounding
+them began to flash beams. Crossing and criss-crossing all about them
+save in front.
+
+"Look," exclaimed Kendall. "You can see those beams as if they were in
+air."
+
+"Marvellous and impossible," groaned Seaward. "We've run into a
+swarm of impossibilities today. Some philosopher once remarked that
+in eternity everything was possible--in fact, everything that could
+possibly happen has happened. It looks as if we're running into bits of
+that now. I should have taken my daughter's advice and let a younger
+man come this trip."
+
+"It may be impossible, but it's so," broke in Broster. "And deadly.
+We're getting out of here fast."
+
+He turned to the controls and a moment later the _Astralite_ began to
+accelerate. There was a limit to the speed they could reach as they
+would have to shunt again soon to keep from smashing against the red
+planet. Unless--
+
+"Why not?" asked Arundell, following Broster's evident thoughts.
+
+"They apparently want us to land on the planet. So we do go for it,
+then shunt aside at the last minute."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+At first, it seemed as if the _Astralite_ would leave the others
+behind, but it was soon apparent that the unknown ships could keep up
+with her. In fact were closing in.
+
+There was one pursuer behind them that seemed to Kendall, as he
+watched through the lens, almost to be upon them. It was, he knew,
+some half-mile away in reality. He could see the curiously pitted nose
+of the craft, note the weirdly-streamlined mass. He observed, with
+astonishment, a little piece of wire seemingly flying loose from a
+bearing on one of the strange ships, which was streaming off behind as
+if in a stiff breeze. Yet space about them was empty!
+
+"Look out!" called Seaward from the forward scope. "Here's more of
+them."
+
+Coming around the planet from behind, spreading out along the side as
+if to form a welcoming arch were more of the weird ships.
+
+"That ties it," exclaimed Broster. "We'll never be able to pass the
+planet. It's either land or crash."
+
+[Illustration: "_We'll never be able to pass the planet. It's either
+land or crash._"]
+
+"Then we crash," came the response.
+
+"Man the guns!" yelled Broster. "Let's see how many we can take with us
+before we go."
+
+The three others swung in the various weapons and trained them on the
+surrounding ships. Explosion-torpedo cannon, twin-rays for electric
+jolting comprised the types of offensive guns. They were getting
+very close to the planet, now. And it seemed as if the red ships
+were expecting the _Astralite_ to slow down, for their beams shot
+occasionally in front of the earth-ship. The carmine bulk of the
+planet loomed up over most of the view now. It was too late to shunt
+aside.
+
+"Fire!"
+
+No sound, no roar of explosions. They watched eagerly for results. But
+there were none. Not a single torpedo appeared to have hit its mark,
+not a single twin-ray seemed to bathe the surrounding ovoids. They
+fired again.
+
+Kendall swore. The course of one torpedo was the stimulus; he watched
+it, saw its dark mass approach the nose of one of the vessels behind.
+Then he swears he saw it strike--and disappear.
+
+Firing was useless. These ships were invulnerable to their weapons.
+
+Broster looked up, bracing himself.
+
+"Stand by to crash!"
+
+The four stopped everything, turned to look at each other for a moment
+in silence. In a few seconds more they would simply cease to exist. No
+pain, no hours of lingering agony trapped in the wreckage. At the speed
+they were going, the entire ship would be volatilized, would fuse into
+a molten, glowing mass.
+
+They turned again to the plates to look for a last time at the universe
+around them.
+
+For six years they had traveled away from earth, far, far beyond any
+point man had ever dreamed of reaching. They were almost to the point
+where the order to turn back would have been given. Much had been
+learned; now it would be lost.
+
+Broster gave her full acceleration.
+
+They saw the planet seemingly leap toward them, saw cloudbanks flick
+past them. A great flat plain of ruddy rock, a dread expanse of barren
+granite. This in the veriest fragment of a second, then--
+
+A momentary shock, as if each man had received an electrical jolt; a
+sudden flash of intolerable red. Darkness.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The earthmen blinked their eyes.
+
+They were in the ship, unharmed. They stood at their posts in the same
+position as before. And about them the black of far space and the
+shining points of the star-studded Milky Way.
+
+Kendall gazed into the lens of the rear port, beckoned to the others.
+The red planet was already a small, crimson disk behind them, passing
+into oblivion as they accelerated onward, outward.
+
+Broster laughed. "It's all clear now. Why the space-chart seemingly did
+not function, why our weapons were useless."
+
+"And why we were not killed, and why their beams could be seen in
+space," added Seaward.
+
+"Because they weren't in space; they were in air. In the air of another
+universe."
+
+"It was all an illusion," explained Seaward. "The ships, the planet,
+everything. That is why none of these things registered on the space
+chart; there were no gravity waves emanating from them because they
+were not there."
+
+Broster leaned back in his chair. "We've all known that there are many
+universes beside ours, separated from us by the fourth-dimensional
+space-time sheet. That was demonstrated by Marilus centuries ago.
+Laboratory experiments have produced images of other planets. All this
+was just such an image.
+
+"The space-time envelope must have been a little warped at this point.
+Enough so as to let part of the waves emanating from the atoms of that
+section to pass through to our universe--and permit waves emanating
+from the atoms of our universe to pass through to them. We were able
+to see the red rays of their spectrum, nothing else. They saw us as a
+violet ship. But that was all."
+
+"Then," put in Kendall, "that's why they seemed to be shooting rays at
+us."
+
+"Right. We appeared to them, in their world, as suddenly as they
+appeared to us in space; it was a double mirage. At one end of the
+warp, they and their planet suddenly appear in what the instruments
+show to be empty space; at the other end, we appear out of nowhere, a
+strange ship headed for their planet. And, it must have seemed to them,
+that we went right through their planet, too. That planet of theirs, by
+the way, must be a tremendous one. Many times the mass and density of
+Jupiter. It's probably what causes the space-warp."
+
+"What!" exclaimed Kendall. "You mean that thing's a permanent
+institution in space?"
+
+"Certainly."
+
+"Then let's go back and have a good look."
+
+"Check," agreed Broster.
+
+"We'll give their fleet and their planet the jitters again," laughed
+Seaward as he prepared the plates for special photos.
+
+
+
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+
+
+                        THE FIRELESS LOCOMOTIVE
+
+
+    [Illustration: A new era arrives. A spotless Diesel is pushed into
+    the NCR yard to replace the Company’s venerable steam-storage
+    locomotives.]
+
+    [Illustration: On one of its last working days, the Rubicon, now on
+    display at Carillon Park, pushed its successor to the factory engine
+    house.]
+
+    [Illustration: With several NCR employees aboard, the replacement
+    engine makes its first run across Dayton’s South Main Street.]
+
+    [Illustration: The old yields to the new. The Rubicon turns
+    switching responsibilities over to the modern Diesel. The transfer
+    is symbolized by an employee handclasp.]
+
+
+
+
+                       “The Three little Engines”
+
+
+    [Illustration: The Rubicon, as yet unnamed, arrived at NCR in 1909
+    on a flat car, just as its successor was welcomed more than half a
+    century later.]
+
+Most things yield to progress—and that, of course, is how museums are
+made. The Corliss engine now on display at Carillon Park labored
+mightily during the formative years of American industry, yet more
+economical electric power systems eventually sent that steam giant into
+retirement at the Park. The Conestoga wagon and the Concord coach, the
+Grasshopper locomotive and the high-wheeled Cadillac—all served their
+purpose. And then, with sentimental if somewhat whimsical ceremony, they
+were consigned to their final resting place.
+
+In the summer of 1962, Carillon Park made room for what is probably its
+most unusual example of antique “rolling stock.”
+
+    [Illustration: “The Three Little Engines” are pictured soon after
+    their purchase by NCR. The Carillon Park relic, the Rubicon, is
+    pushing the first electric express car used by The Ohio Electric
+    Company. The exhaust stacks of all three fireless engines originally
+    extended up the front of the storage tanks, fully exposed, but the
+    tanks were later given false fronts so the Rubicon, The Dayton and
+    the South Park would resemble conventional railroad locomotives.]
+
+    [Illustration: The Dayton]
+
+    [Illustration: The South Park]
+
+The newcomer is the “Rubicon,” one of three fireless locomotives which
+were purchased by The National Cash Register Company in the early years
+of this enterprising century. The Rubicon, however, did not come to the
+Park from a rusty and forgotten limbo—as, for instance, the Grasshopper
+locomotive did. The engine is an antique, to be sure, yet its boiler and
+baffles had scarcely had time to dry when it was refurbished for a place
+of honor in the museum. Its successor, a Diesel-powered switch engine,
+had been delivered only a short time before the Rubicon was relieved of
+service and was ready to be converted into a public curiosity. In fact,
+the Rubicon—injury added to insult!—on one of its final trips puffed
+across the NCR yard and pushed its bright blue-and-yellow replacement
+from the flat car on which it arrived to the roundhouse.
+
+“The Three Little Engines,” so long familiar to Daytonians, were among
+the first fireless (or steam storage) locomotives in America. The Dayton
+was built in 1913, the South Park in 1910 and the Rubicon in 1909—all by
+the Lima Locomotive Works of Lima, Ohio, on a basic design developed and
+popularized in Germany. NCR’s founder, John H. Patterson, had in fact
+seen such an engine during his travels in Europe, and decided it was
+just what he wanted for Dayton, Ohio.
+
+Mr. Patterson was one of the first American industrialists to be
+concerned with “factory environment.” He believed that a factory would
+be an esthetic asset to the community, as well as a happy place for
+workers, if it were kept clean and attractively landscaped. NCR
+resembled—then, as it does today—a series of office buildings rather
+than a huge industrial complex.
+
+The neighborhood adjacent to the factory also concerned John H.
+Patterson; he offered annual prizes to householders who kept the best
+yards and flower beds. An early NCR machinist who looked up from his
+lathe and glanced out the spacious window—by way of resting his eyes—saw
+lovely suburban gardens instead of the grimy clutter that bordered most
+factories of the era.
+
+Keeping the sandstone buildings clean, and the geraniums healthy, would
+be easier, Mr. Patterson concluded, if it weren’t for the sooty smoke
+belched up by switch engines.
+
+The steam-storage locomotive proved to be the answer. It could chuff
+about for hours, emitting nothing more than a few puffs of steam.
+
+
+
+
+                         A Steam Tank on Wheels
+
+
+The Rubicon is actually little more than a 7- by 16-foot steam tank,
+built somewhat like a thermos bottle and fitted out with cylinders and
+wheels. The tank was two-thirds filled with water and then charged from
+a 150-pound steam line from the NCR powerhouse.
+
+As the Rubicon’s engineer opened the throttle, steam passed through a
+reducing valve and reached the cylinders at a pressure of 60 pounds per
+square inch. The steam charge, at 370 degrees Fahrenheit, gradually
+converted some of the water to steam, which—although at a lesser
+pressure—gave the locomotive additional operating time.
+
+The Rubicon ran three or four hours on a charge, depending on the work
+load. Normally, three or four daily trips were made to the roundhouse,
+to exchange a “tired” engine for a freshly-charged one. Eighteen-inch
+pistons enabled the engines to move their own weight with just a few
+pounds of steam, so it was rare for them to be stranded away from their
+“lifeline.” The storage tank was insulated with a two-inch layer of
+magnesia. It was fitted with baffles to keep the water from sloshing
+back and forth as the engine started and stopped.
+
+Tanks under the locomotive running boards furnished compressed air for
+ringing the bell and sanding the rails in icy weather. They were
+replenished at the roundhouse, for the engine carried no air compressor.
+Neither was there a generator; the storage battery which operated the
+headlights had to be recharged regularly.
+
+The engine’s brakes were strictly mechanical—operated by tightening the
+large wheel in the cab.
+
+    [Illustration: The Carillon Park museum piece was photographed at
+    the NCR South Main Street factory crossing in the early years of the
+    century. Seen at left is the NCR office building, prior to
+    construction of the NCR auditorium.]
+
+    [Illustration: These pictures record an event which was perhaps
+    inevitable with the increase of auto-age traffic; in 1915, a touring
+    car slid into the Rubicon’s side at the Main Street crossing.]
+
+    [Illustration: The engine clearly won the contest!]
+
+    [Illustration: It suffered only a slightly bent driving rod, visible
+    in the photograph.]
+
+    [Illustration: The Lima Locomotive Works, manufacturer of the
+    Rubicon, featured a photograph of the busily puffing engine in one
+    of its catalogues. The page is reproduced here.]
+
+
+
+
+      FIRST STEAM-STORAGE LOCOMOTIVE USED IN AMERICA BUILT BY LIMA
+  LOCOMOTIVE AND MACHINE CO., LIMA, OHIO, WORKING AT PLANT OF NATIONAL
+                    CASH REGISTER CO., DAYTON, OHIO.
+
+
+                     LIMA STEAM STORAGE LOCOMOTIVES
+
+  Lima steam storage locomotives consist essentially of a large tank,
+  large cylinders, the other machinery being similar to that of regular
+  locomotives.
+
+  The tank is filled about half full of water, and is then connected
+  with a stationary boiler until the pressure equalizes.
+
+  When this occurs, considerable steam will have been condensed, but the
+  water will have been raised to nearly the pressure and temperature of
+  the steam in the boiler. As steam is used, the pressure falls, but
+  with the decrease part of the water becomes steam. The tank is charged
+  to full boiler pressure, 250 to 200 pounds as the case may be, and the
+  pressure reduced to 60 pounds by a reducing valve.
+
+  The cylinder diameter is increased so the tractive power, to the limit
+  of adhesion can be utilized at 60 pounds pressure in the cylinders.
+  Due to these large cylinders, the locomotive can move itself with only
+   or 4 pounds pressure.
+
+  Under ordinary circumstances, it will not have to be charged any
+  oftener than the regular type of locomotive takes water. Varying with
+  the amount of work desired, it will run from two to ten hours with one
+  charge. Two charges per day is a good average.
+
+  This type possesses many advantages for work in industrial plants,
+  powder mills, lumber yards, cotton mills, wharves, etc. Among its
+  advantages are:
+
+  1. Absolute Safety in inflammable localities, and from boiler
+          explosion, as pressure decreases constantly.
+  2. Simplicity. Nothing to watch but signals and gauge.
+  3. Economy. In first cost; in maintenance; in operation.
+
+  Just the locomotive for use around your plant. Absolutely no danger
+  from fire; can be operated around factories manufacturing the most
+  inflammable materials with perfect safety. We build all practical
+  sizes. Write for further particulars.
+
+  The fireless “locos” were undeniably safe, in that steam pressure was
+  always on the decrease and never ran wild. On the other hand, the
+  brakes were so primitive that fast emergency stops were impossible
+  with a string of heavy coal cars. Visibility from the cab was limited,
+  too—an added hazard with increased auto and pedestrian traffic in the
+  NCR factory area in recent years.
+
+  But the retirement of the Rubicon, the Dayton, and the South Park was
+  irrevocably decided by the mounting cost of keeping them in repair.
+  Replacement wheels had to be specially cast, and many other parts had
+  to be fashioned from scratch. Toward the end of the engines’ service,
+  two machinists were devoting full time to pampering their aches and
+  agues, and the maintenance bill was coming to more than $16,000
+  annually. Railroad buffs will miss them, but they had to go!
+
+    [Illustration: The NCR engine house had just been completed when
+    employees clustered around the Dayton for this photograph.]
+
+    [Illustration: One of the first engine crews poses by the Rubicon.]
+
+The Diesel-electric locomotive which replaced them is a 50-ton
+eight-wheel unit manufactured by the General Electric Company at Erie,
+Pa. It is powered by two 150-horsepower engines, each driving a D.C.
+generator. In turn, each of the generators powers a D.C. motor geared to
+an axle. A powered axle drives two wheels directly, and by side arms two
+other wheels are also driven. Thus, the locomotive is powered by two
+independent units. The power units can be used separately or
+simultaneously as the number of cars demands, giving traction to either
+four or eight wheels.
+
+    [Illustration: NCR helped Dayton meet the 1913 flood emergency. The
+    Company’s powerhouse—equipped with the giant Corliss engine which is
+    seen today at Carillon Park—supplied the stricken city with
+    electricity.]
+
+    [Illustration: Moreover, the hard-working Rubicon was sent north on
+    the streetcar tracks to help haul away flood debris.]
+
+With the Diesel-electric, no time is lost re-charging the tank. The
+engineer’s cab is comfortably heated in winter. Automatic couplers,
+front and rear, increase employee safety. Powerful air brakes control
+the engine itself and air hoses can also be coupled to towed cars.
+Operating cost is only a fraction of that required for the old
+“chuffers.”
+
+
+
+
+                 Fireless Engine Slighted in Rail Lore
+
+
+The steam storage locomotive does not figure prominently in the colorful
+literature of railroading. Confined to the modest task of shunting
+miscellaneous cars about remote factory yards, there was no Casey Jones
+to give it romance. Nor was there a lusty fireman or a wandering hobo to
+immortalize it in song. It is known that an obscure “Toonerville” type
+of road near New Orleans employed a fireless engine as early as
+1835—recharging at each end of the track. Also, a number of fireless
+engines were used around paper mills and munitions factories, where
+sparks from conventional engines could have led to fire and cataclysm.
+
+    [Illustration: The South Park, sister engine of the Rubicon, edges
+    up to the NCR powerhouse. The photograph is undated, but the gleam
+    of the engine indicates that it hadn’t seen too many years of
+    service.]
+
+The Rubicon is one of the last of its breed—perhaps even the last of its
+particular design. But sporting new black paint and fresh gold
+lettering, it has found a measure of immortality—albeit without
+balladry—at Carillon Park, among other relics of America’s industrial
+past.
+
+    [Illustration: After the Rubicon’s retirement, workmen began
+    refurbishing it for the Carillon Park historical collection. Here
+    they are seen removing half a century’s accumulation of paint.]
+
+    [Illustration: The Rubicon is shown as it traveled the last few feet
+    of its long career. It was moved into its permanent Carillon Park
+    home on July 16, 1962.]
+
+    [Illustration: On August 20, 1962, the Engine House at Carillon Park
+    was opened with informal ribbon-cutting ceremonies. Shown above are
+    several of the guests inspecting the refurbished locomotive.]
+
+
+                             CARILLON PARK
+                              DAYTON, OHIO
+
+               One of a series of Carillon Park booklets.
+                            Price ten cents.
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+—Silently corrected a few typos.
+
+—Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook
+  is public-domain in the country of publication.
+
+—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by
+  _underscores_.
+
+
+
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+
+
+                               COMBATMAN
+
+                        _By John Massie Davis_
+
+             During colonizing operations a Combatman was
+              always in charge--in case of trouble. This
+            trip we really had some--a whole planet of it!
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
+                              October 1953
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+As Computerman, I was the first to come out of deep freeze after we
+kicked clear of the Time-Warp. So I left the needles in my wrists--the
+tubes let me reach Brain One--and started punching data from the
+instruments while my fingers were still half stiff. Finally, stiff
+fingers or not, I had all the data racked into the primary feed and
+decided to check on the passengers. It amused me somewhat to note that
+even Brain One was strictly stalling for time when it came to figuring
+out where we were, and why. There was much buzzing and clicking but no
+tape feeding out, yet. Well, let the Brain figure it out. I had other
+things to do.
+
+I strolled back to secondary freeze unit and checked Combatman. He
+was on top of the heap, of course--as stiff as a fresh steak, so I
+stuck the needles in his wrists and switched to defrost. Automatic
+lift pulled him out and beneath him was the male Homonorm and the two
+female Homonorms. They came out, too, as the lifts worked, and pretty
+soon the cabin looked like a morgue--or a cannibal's shop, if you
+prefer. Anyway, they were defrosting, so I left 'em to make a check
+on Brain One and see what brilliant, if mechanical conclusion it had
+reached. Should be at least an hour before Combatman thawed--even with
+the needles pumping.
+
+Brain One was feeding out tape now, slow as a snail considering its
+cycling rate, so I figured we were a long way from home. Okay with
+me--I'd been around and knew that if we could get somewhere we could
+get back. But I wanted, and wanted bad, the data from Time-Warp gauges.
+So I watched the tape, decoding mentally as it fed out and feeling, for
+a Computerman, an emotion similar to impatience.
+
+We were approaching--the Brain told me--a type three planet,
+radiations okay, atmosphere higher in oxygen than home, gravity
+slightly lighter in pull than normal--the same junk I'd been picking
+up since we started colonizing. Land masses stable, water in the air,
+semi-condensed. Good place for colonizing, and this pleased me. We were
+out to establish and leave the Homonorms for a generation, and Brain
+One had figured all the details out while I was sitting in freeze like
+a hamburger. So far, so good.
+
+One thing annoyed, or puzzled me. I kept throwing data from TV and
+Radar into Feed-back and asking about population, life forms, land
+denizens. All Brain One came up with was Insufficient Data. All right.
+It would be just another routine landing on another distant planet.
+Then I heard the noise behind me and turned. Combatman stood in the
+doorway, his skin still bluish from the freeze, his eyes just clearing
+and working into focus.
+
+I looked him over while he stood there, somewhat surprised--if one can
+ever be surprised at what his race did. He was hung with enough weapons
+to stop a division of Homonorms and I wondered, as I always did, at the
+origin of his race. His type always came drifting down from somewhere
+north, back home, and all our radar and planes had never found their
+homeland. None of them ever talked with humans except to nose in on our
+expeditions or break up our wars. This one was quite a specimen, maybe
+six feet, about 180 pounds, with the quiet and arrogant strength of his
+race. He took a deep breath, still leaning on the door frame.
+
+"Get me some whiskey," his voice was hoarse from disuse and the
+Time-Warp, "and get it now."
+
+"Now, see here," I began, "I'm Computerman and in charge of this ship
+and...."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I didn't finish. With the quiet sureness of a jungle cat he had crossed
+the room, taken a handful of my tunic and lifted me from the chair--in
+spite of the fact that gravity was nearly normal now because of the
+landing jets. His voice was almost velvety.
+
+"Perhaps you didn't hear me. I will repeat once more." He paused while
+I considered striking him and then, sensibly, changed my mind. "Get me
+some whiskey." Then he dropped me back into the chair.
+
+I'm not Computerman for nothing, so I computed the situation in maybe
+a thousandth of a second. No one could push me around, so to prevent
+being pushed around I got him his whiskey. He knocked off about a half
+pint at a swallow and in a few minutes his skin lost its bluish tinge.
+He was awake, and his quick eyes swept the gauges and the TV-Radar
+image.
+
+"When do we land?" He made no attempt to be courteous.
+
+I checked Brain One's tape, somewhat rattled. "Twenty-one minutes, four
+seconds," I started, resisting a strange impulse to say 'sir', "Near
+water, fresh, altitude under one mile from...."
+
+"That's all," he said. "Thanks." He left the room like a cat, crouching
+slightly as he went through the door, leaping through and backing
+against the wall, but fast, once he cleared. His weapons, all of them,
+were so skillfully hung that he didn't make a sound. Somehow, I enjoyed
+watching the play of those muscles and felt rather glad to have him
+along, rough as he was. Outlying planets often have warlike combat
+organizations of their own, and Combatmen have saved many expeditions
+like this. Something in their nature, or training--or both--seems to
+make them invincible.
+
+I turned back to Brain One, checked the wiring on the denizen circuit
+and tried to get more information about possible inhabitants. No luck.
+Either there were none or they were so highly civilized they could
+block off our probing rays. That had happened before, and it usually
+meant a minor war. We always won, though we sometimes had to dig in and
+send for the Control Fleet from home. The Fleet was run by Combatmen,
+though no Homonorm had ever figured out how they eased into all the key
+positions. They were quite a race, all right.
+
+So I sat watching the Radarscreen and the planet, enlarging rapidly.
+It looked pretty good--about a quarter to a third land mass, I
+guessed--just like home. Combatman came back in the room, quietly.
+
+"Your pap-fed colonists are waking," he grunted. "Better go and
+wet-nurse them. They might catch cold." He sat down in the pilot's
+chair, much to my annoyance, and swilled away at his bottle. I noticed
+he'd replaced the original crock, and felt a moment's concern. After
+all, we depended for basic safety on his training, in the event of
+encountering hostility. He seemed utterly unconcerned as he lazily
+watched the screen.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The Homonorms were doing all right, complaining as usual about the cold
+and asking silly questions about where we were and what year it was--or
+would be at home. I ducked the questions, gave them their hypos and
+went back to Brain One and the control panel. One look at controls and
+I started boiling; this was the last straw.
+
+"Now, goddamit," I started, "you can boss me around, but when it comes
+to...."
+
+"Shut up!"
+
+"I will not shut up...."
+
+"Okay." He was calm, leisurely, even--but before I realized it he was
+rising, crossed the room and I had an arm behind me. It didn't hurt but
+I felt pretty helpless. Completely helpless, to be truthful.
+
+"Could it be," he appeared to be bored, "that you are tired of having
+two arms?" He twisted slightly and I got the idea so I shut up, for
+the second time. After a few seconds he sat down in my chair and had
+another drink. When I could talk without sputtering I worked up my
+mildest voice.
+
+"Would you tell me," I almost choked on the next word, "_Please_, what
+in hell is the idea of circling at twenty miles, then dropping to ten
+and circling some more? We're wasting tons of fuel which we may need
+for--"
+
+"Sure, brainy one, I'll tell you. I want to see what this place looks
+like and _I'm_ picking the landing site. Not you or that pile of
+rattling tin there." He gestured contemptuously at Brain One.
+
+"Pile of tin!" I couldn't say more so I went back to the rear and
+helped the Homonorms find food and the simple plasticlothes they'd be
+wearing. The ship lurched suddenly as it changed course at twenty miles
+and started circling. Even back here I could hear Brain One clacking in
+protest over the conflicting instructions. That big lunk of a fighting
+man, of course, hadn't had sense enough to punch Clear and Recompute
+when he changed course and I could see the tape in my mind's eye
+pouring frantically out with Data Please, Data Please....
+
+Oh, well.
+
+Homonorms were thawing okay but crying like babies from Time-Warp
+sickness and space fright. I expected this and let them cry it out.
+Meanwhile I got busy with Sensory Receptors to see if anything we knew
+of could be blocking Brain One's circuits. This lack of info about
+the denizens had me a little worried: it wasn't often Brain One came
+up with a blank, on any subject. It made me furious to be working
+like mad here while that big oaf lounged in _my_ chair slopping up a
+year's supply of stimulant. Defending the ship was his job; he should
+be trying to find out what was doing below us. Instead, he sat around
+watching Radarscreen just like he was watching the fights his race
+staged back home for amusement.
+
+The ship lurched violently. Then it lurched again. I started forward,
+worried, but the tailjets blasted and I slammed against a wall, pinned
+tight. The pressure cut my wind and I fainted. My last recollection was
+the smell of scorching duralumin. We'd been hit, by something.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+When I revived, we were back at Gravnorm and I staggered, literally,
+back to control. My nose was still bleeding, and the Homonorms, of
+course, were still unconscious. Combatman sat comfortably in my padded
+chair, almost dreamily watching the screen. I felt a surge of anger,
+then realized I was too feeble to support such an emotion. Remembering
+my Psycho training I redirected to curiosity.
+
+"What...." my voice sounded pretty shaky and Combatman handed me the
+bottle, grinning.
+
+"Quite a race down there," he seemed pleased. Then he spat, expertly,
+the result landing on the Radarscreen. "Can you work that thing?"
+
+"Of course," I muttered, half-insulted.
+
+"Okay. We're at a hundred miles. Get that in focus as of two miles,
+slow the ship and prepare to hold stationary when I see what I want to
+know."
+
+Weakly I fumbled with the controls, sniffling back the blood from my
+nose.
+
+"And turn off this tin god of yours," he continued. "That clacking
+racket annoys me." Casually, he kicked the part of Brain One nearest
+him, which was the back of Wiring Panel Six.
+
+"Oh, _no_...." I began. But I did as I was told and ran Brain One
+through three clearing cycles, just to make sure. There was no telling
+what this lummox may have done in my absence. Now I'd have to check
+everything and feed in the information all over again.
+
+Combatman leaned back in the chair like he expected dental work, and
+yawned luxuriously. He watched as the screen blurred and focused,
+blurred and focused. It was sweeping at two miles and the ship was
+slowing. We dropped tail down and Grav changed faster than the interior
+hull moved. Finally we settled, and coasted above this planet.
+
+The ship lurched, twice this time almost simultaneously. Then it
+lurched steadily. Combatman threw the All Screens switch and watched
+the Radar. By now, he was tense.
+
+"At a hundred miles...." he muttered. "What a race this is!"
+
+He watched the screen with eyes that reminded me more of a cat's than a
+human's.
+
+"Stop!"
+
+From habit I threw the master Out Switch and everything stopped--our
+motion coordinated precisely with the planet's, the Radar focused where
+it had been--and I got slammed against a wall again, of course. Well--I
+might as well get used to it. When my eyes cleared I studied the
+image. It was a rather crude city of considerable size, though poorly,
+designed from the light, ventilation and transport angle. There was
+considerable movement, apparently ground vehicles of some sort. Then I
+looked at Combatman. His face was registering disbelief and something
+resembling alarm--though I'd never heard of any of his race being
+really frightened.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The missile warning light blinked frantically and the ship started
+lurching and pitching again. Combatman turned toward me and his face
+was taut and urgent.
+
+"How soon can you get into Time-Warp?"
+
+"And--and _leave_?"
+
+"Right, and the sooner the better." He flipped the height control
+and we moved, smoothly this time, up away from the missiles blasting
+outside our protective screen. "There'll be no colonizing done here."
+
+"But--but our orders were to...."
+
+"No colonizing here. Put your Homonorms back in the freezer and set up
+for return. Do it now."
+
+Stunned, I went rearward and told the people. They didn't like the
+idea very much, but regulations said that when the ship was attacked,
+Combatman was absolute boss. Then I returned. Combatman shot a glance
+at me and I nodded, then went to work on the Control panel, reversing
+the whole set up.
+
+"When you finish I'll get in your ice box," Combatman said. "And when
+you get out of Time-Warp destroy that wiring. None of your ships is to
+come back here."
+
+I digested this slowly, wondering how to report to the council. "Why
+not?" I ventured. "Perhaps with part of the Control Fleet...."
+
+"The whole Control Fleet wouldn't last two days on a desert of that
+world, Brainboy," he said. His eyes misted faintly for a fraction of a
+second. "Those denizens, as you call them, are all members of my race,
+and this planet was my home--we called it Earth."
+
+He yawned and strode to the rear and the freezer. At the portal he
+turned and grinned. "And don't ask me how we get back and forth. I
+might get mad and have my whole family drop over--in-laws and all."
+
+I didn't really understand him, so went on with my wiring.
+
+
+
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+
+
+                          Come Into My Brain!
+
+                          By Alexander Blade
+
+               Fitted with the new thought-helmet, Dane
+            Harrell plunged into the venomous brain of the
+            alien. It was a fast way to commit suicide!...
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
+                               June 1958
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Dane Harrell held the thought-helmet tightly between his hands and,
+before putting it on, glanced over at the bound, writhing alien sitting
+opposite him. The alien snarled defiantly.
+
+"You're sure you want to go through with this?" asked Dr. Phelps.
+
+Harrell nodded. "I volunteered, didn't I? I said I'd take a look inside
+this buzzard's brain and I'm going to do it. If I don't come up in half
+an hour, come get me."
+
+"Right."
+
+Harrell slipped the cool bulk of the thought-helmet over his head and
+signalled to the scientist, who pulled the actuator switch. Harrell
+shuddered as psionic current surged through him; he stiffened,
+wriggled, and felt himself glide out of his body, hover incorporeally
+in the air between his now soulless shell and the alien bound opposite.
+
+_Remember, you volunteered_, he told himself.
+
+He hung for a moment outside the alien's skull; then, he drifted
+downward and in. He had entered the alien's mind. Whether he would
+emerge alive, and with the troop-deployment data--well, that was
+another matter entirely.
+
+The patrol-ships of the Terran outpost on Planetoid 113 had discovered
+the alien scout a week before. The Dimellian spy was lurking about the
+outermost reaches of the Terran safety zone when he was caught.
+
+It wasn't often that Earth captured a Dimellian alive and so the
+Outpost resolved to comb as much information from him as possible.
+The Earth-Dimell war was four years old; neither side had scored a
+decisive victory. It was believed that Dimell was massing its fleets
+for an all-out attack on Earth itself; confirmation of this from the
+captured scout would make Terran defensive tactics considerably more
+sound.
+
+But the Dimellian resisted all forms of brainwashing until Phelps,
+the Base Psych-man, came forth with the experimental thought-helmet.
+Volunteers were requested; Harrell spoke up first. Now, wearing
+the thought-helmet, he plunged deep into the unknown areas of the
+Dimellian's mind, hoping to emerge with high-order military secrets.
+
+His first impression was of thick grey murk--so thick it could be cut.
+Using a swimming motion, Harrell drifted downward, toward the light in
+the distance. It was a long way down; he floated, eerily, in free-fall.
+
+Finally he touched ground. It yielded under him spongily, but it
+was solid. He looked around. The place was alien: coarse crumbly red
+soil, giant spike-leaved trees that shot up hundreds of feet overhead,
+brutal-looking birds squawking and chattering in the low branches.
+
+It looked just like the tridim solidos of Dimell he had seen. Well, why
+not? Why shouldn't the inside of a man's mind--or an alien's, for that
+matter--resemble his home world?
+
+Cautiously, Harrell started to walk. Mountains rose in the dim distance
+and he could see, glittering on a mountaintop far beyond him, the white
+bulk of an armored castle. Of course! His imaginative mind realized at
+once that here was where the Dimellian guarded his precious secrets; up
+there, on the mountain, was his goal.
+
+He started to walk.
+
+Low-hanging vines obscured his way; he conjured up a machete and cut
+them down. The weapon felt firm and real in his hand but he realized
+that not even the hand was real; all this was but an imaginative
+projection.
+
+The castle was further away than he had thought. He saw this after he
+had walked for perhaps 15 minutes. There was no telling duration inside
+the alien's skull, either. Or distance. The castle seemed just as
+distant now as when he had begun and his 15-minute journey through the
+jungle had tired him.
+
+Suddenly demonic laughter sounded up ahead in the jungle. Harsh, ugly
+laughter.
+
+And the Dimellian appeared, slashing his way through the vines with
+swashbuckling abandon.
+
+"Get out of my mind, Earthman!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The Dimellian was larger than life and twice as ugly. It was an
+idealized, self-glorified mental image Harrell faced.
+
+The captured Dimellian was about five feet tall, thick-shouldered, with
+sturdy, corded arms and supplementary tentacles sprouting from its
+shoulders; its skin was green and leathery, dotted with toad-like warts.
+
+Harrell now saw a creature close to nine feet tall, swaggering, with a
+mighty barrel of a chest and a huge broad-sword clutched in one of its
+arms. The tentacles writhed purposefully.
+
+"You know why I'm here, alien. I want to know certain facts. And I'm
+not getting out of your mind until I've wrung them from you."
+
+The alien's lipless mouth curved in a bleak smile. "Big words, little
+Earthman. But first you'll have to vanquish _me_."
+
+And the Dimellian stepped forward.
+
+Harrell met the downcrashing blow of the alien's broad-sword fully; the
+shock of impact sent numbing shivers up his arm as far as his shoulder
+but he held on and turned aside the blow. It wasn't fair; the Dimellian
+had a vaster reach than he could ever hope for....
+
+No! He saw there was no reason why he couldn't control the size of
+his own mental image. Instantly he was 10 feet high and advancing
+remorselessly toward the alien.
+
+Swords clashed clangorously, the forest-birds screamed. Harrell drove
+the alien back ... back....
+
+And the Dimellian was eleven feet high.
+
+"We can keep this up forever," Harrell said. "Getting larger and
+larger. This is only a mental conflict." He shot up until he again
+towered a foot above the alien's head. He swung downward two-handedly
+with the machete....
+
+The alien vanished.
+
+And reappeared five feet to the right, "Enough of this foolishness,
+Earthman. Physical conflict will be endless stalemate, since we're only
+mental projections. You're beaten; there's no possible way you can
+defeat me, or I defeat you. Don't waste your time and mine. Get out of
+my mind!"
+
+Harrell shook his head doggedly. "I'm in here to do a job and I'm not
+leaving until I've done it." He sprang forward, sword high, and thrust
+down at the grinning Dimellian.
+
+Again the Dimellian sidestepped. Harrell's sword cut air.
+
+"Don't tire yourself out, Earthman," the alien said mockingly, and
+vanished.
+
+Harrell stood alone in the heart of the steaming jungle, leaning on his
+sword. Maybe he was only a mental projection, he thought, but a mental
+projection could still get thoroughly drenched with its own mental
+sweat.
+
+The castle still gleamed enigmatically on the distant mountain. He
+couldn't get there by walking--at least, it hadn't seemed to draw any
+nearer during his jaunt through the jungle. Hand-to-hand combat with
+the alien appeared fruitless. A fight in which both participants could
+change size at will, vanish, reappear, and do other such things was as
+pointless as a game of poker with every card wild.
+
+But there had to be a way. Mental attack? Perhaps _that_ would crumble
+the alien's defenses.
+
+He sent out a beam of thought, directed up at the castle. _Can you hear
+me, alien?_
+
+Mental laughter echoed mockingly back. _Of course, Earthman. What
+troubles you?_
+
+Harrell made no reply. He stood silently, concentrating, marshalling
+his powers. Then he hurled a bolt of mental energy with all his
+strength toward the mocking voice.
+
+The jungle shuddered as it struck home. The ground lurched wildly,
+like an animal's back; trees tumbled, the sky bent. Harrell saw he had
+scored a hit; the alien's concentration had wavered, distorting the
+scenery.
+
+But there was quick recovery. Again the mocking laughter. Harrell knew
+that the alien had shrugged off the blow.
+
+And then the counterblow.
+
+It caught Harrell unawares and sent him spinning back a dozen feet,
+to land in a tangled heap beneath a dangling nest of vines. His head
+rocked, seemed ready to split apart. He sensed the alien readying a
+second offensive drive, and set up counterscreens.
+
+This time he was ready. He diverted the attack easily, and shook his
+head to clear it. The score was even: one stunning blow apiece. But he
+had recovered and so had the alien.
+
+Harrell aimed another blow and felt the alien sweep it aside. Back came
+the answering barrage of mental force; Harrell blocked it.
+
+_Stalemate again_, the alien said.
+
+_We're evenly matched_, Harrell replied. _But I'll beat you._ He looked
+up at the far-off castle on the mountainside. _I'll beat you yet._
+
+_That remains to be proven, troublesome Earthman._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Harrell tramped on through the jungle of the alien's mind for a while,
+and then, realizing he was getting no closer to the all-important
+castle on the hill, stopped by a brook to wipe away his perspiration.
+It was hot on this accursed world--hot, muggy, dank.
+
+He kneeled over the water's surface. It looked pure, cool. A sudden
+thought struck him and he ripped a strip from his shirt and dipped it
+in the water.
+
+The plasticloth blackened and charred. He let it drop and the "water"
+quickly finished the job. Pool? No. Concentrated sulphuric acid or
+something just as destructive.
+
+Smiling grimly at his narrow escape, he wiped his perspiration with
+another strip torn from his sleeve and kept going. Several hours, at
+least, had passed since he had entered the strange world within the
+alien's mind.
+
+That meant one of two things: either the time-scale in here was
+different from that outside or his half-hour limit had elapsed in the
+outer world and Dr. Phelps had been unsuccessful in bringing him back.
+
+That was a nice thought. Suppose he was stuck here indefinitely, inside
+the mind of an alien being, in a muggy jungle full of sulphuric acid
+brooks?
+
+_Well_, he thought, _I asked for it...._
+
+The stalemate couldn't continue indefinitely. If he had swallowed
+some of the acid that would have ended the contest without doubt; he
+wouldn't have had time to cope with the searing fluid.
+
+The answer lay there--_surprise_. Both he and the alien were mental
+entities who could do battle as they pleased--but in this conflict
+it was necessary to take the opponent by surprise before he could
+counterthrust or vanish.
+
+He began to see a solution.
+
+Up ahead lay the castle--unreachable, through some trick of the
+alien's. Very well. Harrell's brows drew together in concentration for
+a moment; his mind planned a strategy--and formed men to carry it out.
+
+There were six of him, suddenly.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Six identical Harrells--identical in size, shape, form, purpose.
+They would attack the Dimellian simultaneously. Or, at least,
+five of them would, creating a diversionary action while the
+sixth--Harrell-original--made a frontal assault on the castle.
+
+Harrell-original faced his five duplicates and briefly instructed each
+in his job. They were like puppets.
+
+"Harrell-one, you're to attack in conjunction with Harrell-two, on the
+mental level. Take turns heaving mental bolts at the alien. While one
+of you is recharging, the other is to unload. That won't give him time
+to get any sort of defense organized and certainly no counter-attack.
+
+"Harrell-three and Harrell-four, you're to attack physically, one armed
+with sword and one with blaster, from opposite sides at once. _That_
+ought to keep him busy, while he's fighting off the rest of you.
+
+"Harrell-five, your job is to serve as front runner--to find the
+Dimellian and engage him in conversation while the other four are
+getting ready to attack. Make him angry; get him concerned about what
+you're saying. The instant his defenses drop the other four of you jump
+in. All of you got that?"
+
+They nodded in unison.
+
+"Good. Meanwhile I'll make an assault on the castle and maybe I can get
+through with you five running interference for me."
+
+He dismissed them and they set out in different directions. He didn't
+want the Dimellian to find out what was up; if the alien saw the
+strategy and had time to create duplicates of its own the conflict
+would end in stalemate again.
+
+Harrell waited, while his five duplicates went into action.
+
+Through the mental link with Harrell-five, he listened as his
+duplicates said, "The time has come to finish you off, alien. I'm glad
+I found you. That acid trick almost got me but not quite."
+
+"A pity," the alien replied. "I was hoping the ruse would finish you.
+It's becoming quite irritating, having you in here. You're starting to
+bore me."
+
+"Just you wait, you overstuffed wart-hog. I'll have those tentacles of
+yours clipped soon enough."
+
+"Empty words, Earthman. You've run out of strategies; your best course
+is to get out of my mind and forget this entire silly affair."
+
+"Oh, no. I'll have those secrets pried out of you quicker than you
+think."
+
+"How?"
+
+"I'm not giving away _my_ secrets, alien. I'm here after yours."
+
+Harrell readied himself. He gave the signal: _now_.
+
+Harrell-one and Harrell-three appeared. Harrell-one loosed a
+bombardment of mental force that shook the alien; Harrell-three dashed
+forward, wielding a machete.
+
+Harrell-two and Harrell-four went into action, Harrell-two following up
+with a second mental bolt, Harrell-four firing a blaster. The bedeviled
+alien looked from side to side, not knowing where to defend himself
+first.
+
+The scenery began to rock. The alien was going down.
+
+Harrell took to the air.
+
+Levitating easily above the jungle, he found the castle and zeroed
+in on it. As he dropped downward it changed--from a vaulting proud
+collection of spires and battlements to a blocky square building and
+from that into an armored box with a padlock.
+
+The Dimellian stood before it, struggling with the five duplicate
+Harrells.
+
+Harrell stepped past--_through_--the writhing group. The Dimellian's
+defenses were down. The secrets were unguarded.
+
+He wrenched the padlock off with a contemptuous twist of his hand. The
+box sprang open. Inside lay documents, neatly typed, ready for his eye.
+
+The alien uttered a mighty howl. The forest dissolved; the universe
+swirled around Harrell's head.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He woke. It seemed to be months later.
+
+Dr. Phelps stood by his side.
+
+Harrell took two or three deep breaths, clearing his head. He grinned.
+"I've got them," he said. "Information on troop movements, plan of
+battle, even the line of journey across space."
+
+"Good work," the psychman said. "I was worried at first. You had some
+expressions of real terror on your face when you put the helmet on."
+
+"Dead?"
+
+"I'm afraid so."
+
+Harrell grinned weakly. "I guess I was just too many for him. The shock
+of having the core of his mind penetrated--" Tiredly he said, "Doc, how
+come you didn't get me out at the half-hour mark?"
+
+"Eh?"
+
+"I told you to pull me out after half an hour had gone by. Why didn't
+you? I was in there half a day, at least--and I might have stayed there
+forever."
+
+The psychman was looking at him strangely. "Half a day, you say? No,
+Lieutenant Harrell. The total time elapsed from the moment you donned
+the helmet to the instant the alien screamed--why, it was less than 10
+seconds!"
+
+
+
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+
+
+                        BEYOND THE ULTRA-VIOLET
+
+                         By Frank M. Robinson
+
+               Experimenting with the eyes can be a very
+          dangerous thing. You can go blind--or maybe you'll
+          see something no man alive was meant to look upon!
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
+                               June 1951
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+_You better take your money back, mister. Thanks a lot but--no thanks.
+I wasn't panhandling, my hat fell off and I was trying to find it on
+the sidewalk. Thanks again for finding it for me but I think I could
+have managed. And, no offense, but I can find my way all right without
+being led._
+
+_You're surprised that I'm rather young, huh? Well, youth isn't a
+crime and anyways, twenty-four can be either young or old, depending on
+who you're talking to. But I know what you mean. I'm rather young for
+being blind, isn't that it? Most blind people you see on the streets
+are the old ones, the shabby ones with the pleading faces and the hat
+with the lead pencils in it or maybe a tin cup and a violin. Sorry to
+disappoint you but I guess I'm not the type._
+
+_Sure, I know--you were only trying to help. You probably think I'm
+bitter because I can't see your world and all the wonderful things in
+it. Well, it's a long story but that's not the punch line. I might be
+bitter but not for the reasons you might think. Up until two weeks
+ago I could see as well as you. And you couldn't call what happened
+"losing" my sight. Not exactly._
+
+_So you're curious. You want to hear the rest of it. And you're sure
+it's not just out of sympathy. Well, all right. There's a bar in the
+next block where we can get a booth and a couple of beers._
+
+_Now look, I don't need to be led! You don't need eyes to find your
+way to a bar on a hot summer day like this. It's toward the end of the
+block, just a few steps further.... Right here. There's a booth in the
+back where nobody will bother us for a while._
+
+_Okay, make mine the same and here's half a dollar to pay for them.
+Don't worry, I've got money enough to keep me in beer and pretzels for
+a long time. Nobody could accuse the professor of being stingy with the
+university funds when he paid me off._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+It began about six months ago. I was in my third year at college,
+studying physics under Professor Martin. Maybe you've seen Martin
+around the campus--a rather thin guy with a face like the Rock of
+Gibraltar. One of the few profs who can still sound enthusiastic about
+their subject after twenty years of teaching it.
+
+The unit we were studying at the time was the one on light and physical
+optics, primarily a study of the spectrum stretching from x-rays beyond
+the ultra-violet to the visible spectrum, down to the infra-red and
+radio waves and the short waves used in television and radar. I had
+been absent from class a week and on my return the professor invited me
+to dinner. After the dishes had been cleared away he leaned back in his
+chair and lit what I took to be his usual after dinner cigar.
+
+"I like to meet my students informally, Charles," he began. "Sorry that
+your wife couldn't come but I understand she's ... well...." He let the
+sentence trail off.
+
+I sat there feeling rather sick. It's one of those things you hope
+everybody has heard about so you don't have to explain, to sit and
+take their looks of pity and sympathy. Apparently the professor hadn't
+heard. "I'm sorry," I said. "I thought you knew. Both Alice and the
+baby died."
+
+The hand he held his cigar in quivered a little. "I'm sorry," he said,
+and mercifully dropped it there. Then he changed the subject to the one
+he had in mind when he had asked me to dinner.
+
+"Light, Charles, is such a large subject--and, comparatively speaking,
+so little is known about it. But perhaps--perhaps I know more than
+most. And if you wish, you can too. Would you like to see the world you
+live in, Charles? Not just the one tenth of one percent that they call
+the visible spectrum, but all of it, the whole glorious universe of
+light?"
+
+He took me into his confidence on his favorite research project, an
+attempt to see wavelengths other than those in the visible spectrum.
+His enthusiasm was catching and there wasn't much hesitation. I signed
+the paper releasing the university from all responsibility in case
+of an "accident." So easy to sign one's life away--though it wasn't
+actually my life, only my eyesight.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The treatments began immediately. First, adaptation of vision to a
+dark room, like those used for flyers during the war. Then the drops
+of black liquid that the professor had invented, slowly spreading over
+the eyes, subtly altering the rods and cones of the retina, the nerve
+endings sensitive to light.
+
+And I began to live in a gradually fading world. Have you ever wondered
+what it's like to go blind? The increasing dusk and darkness around the
+edges of your vision, the little errors and mistakes that begin to crop
+up in everyday life. Your blunder over a stool that you didn't quite
+see, your snubbing someone on the street whom you didn't recognize in
+time, the gradual awareness among your friends that something was
+wrong with your eyes and their crude attempts to make it "easier" for
+you.
+
+For to all intents and purposes I was going blind. My "range" of vision
+remained the same but it was shifting down the scale. The first colors
+to fade out of my vision were violet and blue and their tints. The sky
+overhead gradually became colorless, magazine covers began to lose
+their appeal and slip into a bleak blending of yellows and reds. Then
+slowly, the other colors began to grow dim and less distinct until
+finally even red had faded from my sight.
+
+But there were other colors that replaced them. Brilliant,
+scintillating colors that made seeing an adventure.
+
+Describe them to you? How could you describe "red" and "green" to a
+person who was blind from birth? How can I describe iridescent and
+vliosheen to you? Do you think you could understand? Do you think you
+could "see" what I mean?
+
+Oh, I could still get around in your world. I could still "see" people.
+All objects radiate heat, even ice. As an object's temperature goes up,
+the wavelength of the radiation given off goes up to the infra-red,
+then into the visible. I could tell how hot water was by looking at it.
+I could see people by the heat they gave off, glowing figures moving
+down the street and around the lab!
+
+And still my range of vision shifted. Down to short waves and radio
+waves, the language of international communication, the wavelengths
+that continents and countries speak to each other in. Do you know how
+beautiful the aerial of your radio is, the different waves running down
+it like ripples across a pond? Have you ever seen the glorious pool
+of light around a radio broadcasting station? Have you ever marveled
+at the thin, trailing filaments of color tangling in the nest of
+television antennas that the city carries on its rooftops?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The professor was worried, for along with losing my sight of this
+world, I began to lose interest in it. A truly blind man wouldn't
+for he has nothing to replace vision with, he's still bound to the
+commonplace globe. He can improve his hearing or his sense of touch,
+but nothing replaces his sight. It was different with me. I was seeing
+something far more interesting than the dull, mundane world.
+
+They fixed a cot up for me in the laboratory; an experiment like myself
+was far too important to risk on the streets. Even then, I'd bump into
+tables or smash lab apparatus. I suppose an important experiment like I
+was should have taken care of itself, sort of like a self-lubricating
+motor. I'd cost the university lots of money and I suppose I should
+have watched out for their investment--though I was probably the only
+one who _didn't_ care what happened to me.
+
+There finally came a day when my eyes didn't change. I had reached a
+sticking point. The end of the spectrum? The professor said he didn't
+think so.
+
+I didn't think so either for just beyond my range of vision seemed a
+hint of something else. I caught "glimpses" of something--I couldn't
+make out exactly what. There seemed to be vague suggestions of form
+and color and life, indistinct figures that capered and grimaced just
+beyond my view. There was nothing definite, nothing that I could draw
+a picture of and describe like you could an automobile or a building.
+There were just suggestions, a feeling of something more. There was a
+hint of life in the masses of winking light that beckoned and burned.
+
+The next day the professor brought my eyes back to normal. Familiar
+objects had a sudden fascination that quickly faded when I had regained
+normal vision for an hour or so. It was a prosaic world once again.
+Radios and aerials were just--cabinets of wood and plastic and glass
+tubes and strips of rusty wire and metal.
+
+I wasn't sure the experiment was over. I asked the professor if there
+was anything that would take me further along the scale, beyond,
+perhaps, even the spectrum as we knew it.
+
+He twisted his hands nervously behind his back and walked over and
+looked out the laboratory window. "I could do it for you, Charles, but
+I'm not sure that I could bring you back. Your eyes would be stranded
+in that world of yours. You could never look at ours again."
+
+He turned from the window and faced me.
+
+"Why don't you forget it for a few weeks and then come back here and if
+you still want to, we'll continue the experiment."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I agreed and left. I spent the next two weeks doing nothing but looking
+at our world. Do you think you really appreciate your sight? If you
+knew you had but a few weeks of sight left, what would you do with it?
+Visit famous landmarks? See the country? If you thought about it, I
+think you'd do the same as I did. I began to enjoy what was close at
+hand, the surroundings I had lived in. Everyday sights held a certain
+fascination for me. The stark black and white mosaic of a city at the
+tag end of winter; the sheer, raucous color of the magazines at your
+local newsstand; the smooth patterns of hues and tints in a department
+store window display.
+
+And how much do you appreciate springtime? The few weeks of the year
+when the city loses its look of drabness and little plots of grass and
+flowers add color to it--like brilliant strips of cloth in a dirty
+patchwork quilt. Then there were the kids roller skating down the
+sidewalks, the girls' pigtails flying and the boys' knickers flapping
+in the breeze. And later on, in the business blocks, the soft glow of
+neon against the swirling fog of a warm spring night.
+
+That was the last spring I'll ever see. I'll be able to smell the
+flowers and feel the warmth of the sun and run my fingers through the
+green grass. But I'll never see it again.
+
+After the few weeks were up I returned to the professor--still curious
+about what lay beyond the spectrum limits. There were the eye washes
+and the drops and then the heavy strips of white cloth wrapped around
+my head, keeping your world out and bounding mine with a rim of black.
+My last look at the world was of some kids playing in the city streets,
+and some bread crumbs spread out on the window sill for the birds.
+After that a quick view of the lab--a jungle of glass retorts and vats
+filled with oily chemicals--and a closeup of Professor Martin's gnarled
+hands holding the bandages for my eyes.
+
+I lay on the cot in the lab for the next few days, listening to your
+world and feeling it and remembering it; the good and the bad, the
+adventuresome and the dull. I could hear the newsboy hawking his papers
+and the shouts of the kids and the clatter of the main street trolley.
+I could smell the factory smoke and the heavy, animal odor drifting up
+from the stockyards. I could hear the people in the lab and Professor
+Martin scurrying about, asking me how I felt, and toward the end,
+telling me that in a few hours the bandages would come off.
+
+Two weeks ago the professor came into the lab and started tearing at
+the adhesive, stripping away the layers of white cloth. Even when he
+had the bandages all the way off, I kept my eyes closed, almost afraid
+to open them.
+
+My eyes had to focus first. Everything was so damned brilliant and
+indistinct. Then my sight cleared and suddenly everything was very
+plain.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_Well, that's about it. There isn't much more to tell. It hasn't been
+too boring to listen to me for fifteen minutes, has it? I can tell you
+haven't been too bored because you haven't touched your beer, have you?
+It's getting warm--and you know what they say about warm beer...._
+
+_What did I see? You really want to know, don't you?_
+
+_Well, I've tried to rationalize it and explain it and I suppose I
+can, in a dim way. Put it this way: I'm totally blind now. What's
+bright to you is black to me. But I'm not bitter because I can't see_
+your _world. And I can't describe to you what I saw because, you see, I
+don't remember. Perhaps it's merciful, I don't know. I can only guess
+from what the professor told me._
+
+_Professor Martin had stripped the bandages from my eyes and he and a
+few assistants saw my eyes blur and finally focus on something in a
+different world from theirs. And then, before I fainted, I screamed the
+one word that none of them would ever forget._
+
+"_ALICE!_"
+
+
+
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+
+                  THE MISTAKE OF CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS
+
+                            By Jules Archer
+
+             If someone told you the world was flat you'd
+          laugh and call him a fool. But if he proved it--and
+             you believed him--who'd have the last laugh?
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
+                            September 1951
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+The man who discovered that the world was flat, after all, was an
+Australian hermit named Herbert Fitzgrone. He was a thoughtful man with
+a glass eye and a metal plate in his head, both obtained during the
+Boer War. In the bush shanty where he had lived for forty years, he
+studied the riddle of the universe.
+
+One day, shortly after he had turned sixty, he made his astonishing
+discovery. He went to Sydney, and found his way to the office of the
+editor of the _Sydney Sun_. He opened the door and went in. "The world,
+sir," he said simply, "is flat."
+
+Those historic words were the first inkling of the scientific storm
+that was to burst without warning on a complacently globular world.
+Unfortunately, the editor was not there to hear them. It was 11:00
+A.M., Pacific time, and the Sydney pubs were open. Herbert Fitzgrone, a
+patient man to whom years were as seconds, sat down in the empty office
+to wait.
+
+When the editor showed up at 4:35 P.M., he seemed a trifle confused.
+He hung his hat on Fitzgrone's head, and sat down in the waste paper
+basket. The man of science then stood erect and said it again. "The
+world, sir, is flat."
+
+"That so?" said the editor. "You know, I always had a secret hunch it
+was." He was an amiable man, with four children and a glass fountain
+pen that flashed a light in the top when he used it. At that moment he
+wasn't quite sure whether Herbert Fitzgrone was alone or at the head of
+a delegation.
+
+"I expected you to scoff," Herbert Fitzgrone said, a shade of
+disappointment in his tone. "After all, when Columbus and Magellan said
+the world was round, everybody scoffed. I came here prepared to be
+scoffed at."
+
+"I don't like to scoff at anybody," the editor said. "I once scoffed at
+a man in a pub, and he hit me in the eye."
+
+"Well, if you won't," the scientist said, vexed, "you won't. Anyhow,
+I want to show you my proof that the earth as a globe is a monstrous
+impossibility. Look here." He spread out some sheets of paper on the
+editor's desk.
+
+"My," said the editor. "Impressive, all right. What is it?"
+
+"Trigonometry. Do you understand it?"
+
+"No, but I'm very fond of it. All those big numbers and everything.
+Very impressive."
+
+"Well, my calculations prove that the earth couldn't be a globe,
+because two lines of latitude can't possibly be at the same level. Do
+you realize what that means?"
+
+"My God," said the editor in awe.
+
+"Exactly! Suppose you had two ships in Sydney Harbor, one seven miles
+north of the other. According to the globular theory, the northern ship
+would also be four miles higher!"
+
+The editor lurched in his swivel chair. "Stop the presses!" he yelled
+into the phone, as he had seen editors do in American films. "And get
+me the Hatson Line quickly!"
+
+He waited for his connection. Then he said, "This is the editor of the
+_Sun_. Listen and listen carefully. Hold all sailings until further
+notice! I've just learned that the earth is flat! _Flat_, do you
+understand? God help the ships at sea!"
+
+He hung up, wan and shaken. Then he rushed for the door to get the
+story on the presses. He was already through the door when he made the
+odd discovery that it wasn't the door. It was the window, it was open,
+and his office was on the ninth floor.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Nothing more was heard of Herbert Fitzgrone after this tragedy.
+Presumably frightened that he might be held responsible for the
+editor's death, the scientist disappeared. Fortunately for posterity,
+however, he neglected to pick up the calculations he had spread out on
+the editor's desk.
+
+They were discovered by a vice-president of the Hatson Line, who came
+to the editor's office for further enlightenment. This gentleman made
+a prolonged study of the papers--he was quick on the trig and a fast
+man with a digit. He came to the terrifying conclusion that Christopher
+Columbus had made a terrible mistake.
+
+He immediately cabled the New York office, forwarding all figures
+down to the last spherical triangle. The head of the New York office,
+a patriotic man, promptly dispatched the whole thing to the State
+Department in Washington, marked "Top Secret." Five minutes later Drew
+Pearson predicted darkly that the whole world would shortly find itself
+flat on its back.
+
+The nation's top scientists were summoned to a secret and speedy
+conclave at the White House. The President put it squarely up to the
+scientists--was the world round, or wasn't it? And if it wasn't, what
+effect would a flat world have on the nation's defenses? Was this a
+boost for communism or democracy?
+
+"Speak up, boys," he said. "I haven't got all day."
+
+"Ridiculous, Mr. President," one scientist sneered. "If the world is
+flat, how do you explain that when you approach a mountain or ship at
+sea, you see first the summit or funnels?"
+
+"What you see depends upon the weather," a young scientist insisted.
+"If there are low clouds, you don't see the top first. Then again,
+what you see first often depends on what you _want_ to see first! It's
+conditioning. Have you ever made a conscious effort to see the bottoms
+first?"
+
+A little scientist with a high neck and a squint jumped up. "When a
+partial eclipse of the moon takes place, the shadow of the earth on
+the moon is a circle. Only a ball-shaped object can throw a circular
+shadow, gentlemen!"
+
+"Poppycock!" scoffed a scientist next to him. "So can a flat disk.
+Furthermore, who is an authority here on what happens on the moon?
+Moon-gazing is guesswork, gentlemen--sheer guesswork!"
+
+A worried little bald man pleaded, "Why can't we reconcile these
+hostile theories of apple-shape and saucer-shape into a compromise
+concept which will satisfy everybody?"
+
+"Exactly!" a ribald voice shouted. "Apple-saucer!"
+
+"Mr. Einstein?" said the President hopefully.
+
+The great man rose wistfully. "I am sorry, Mr. President," he said
+meekly. "But it is all over my head."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Flash," said Walter Winchell on Sunday night. "Attention, Mr. and Mrs.
+America and all the ships at sea. I, Walter Winchell, want to tell you,
+whoever you are, that I, Walter Winchell, am the first as usual to
+break the most sensational scoop of the century! I, Walter Winchell,
+now tell you, whoever you are, that the world is no longer round, but
+flat. Flat, ladies and gentlemen ... F-L-A-T. Geography marches on! And
+the very first baby to be born into this new flat world...."
+
+Hearst papers promptly informed their readers that: REDS SABOTAGE
+GLOBE! The _New York Times_, with eminent fairness, editorialized:
+"It would seem that there is a great deal of justification for the
+new theory that the world is flat, while on the other hand, it seems
+equally dubious that there is sufficient evidence for discarding the
+globular theory which has had, we cannot afford to overlook, the
+distinguished test of time."
+
+Readers of the _Daily Worker_ turned for the facts, as usual, to the
+_Herald Tribune_. The Communist Party suffered its usual crisis. One
+group contended that accepting the new theory would split the unity
+of the working class, diverting attention from the class struggle.
+The other group bitterly maintained that to adhere to the discredited
+globular theory would be a betrayal of Marx.
+
+The latter lost. The result was a new splinter party called the True
+Marxists, which called a world rally to form the new popular front,
+the Flat World Workers Party. On the other side of the barricades, the
+N.A.M. and American Legion denounced flat-worldism as an attack on the
+very principles on which our great nation of free enterprise is founded.
+
+Gabriel Heatter cried, "Ah, my friends, let's not be deceived! Let's
+not be duped by this subtle attack on all that we hold dear, all that
+we have learned in the little red schoolhouse, in cherished days gone
+by!"
+
+"This," Henry J. Taylor declared scathingly, "is the sort of thing we
+might have expected in the worst days of the New Deal. What actually
+lies behind this subversive campaign to convince Americans that the
+world is actually flat? Just this. Certain interests want you to
+believe that Columbus was wrong, that he made a mistake, when he
+said the world was round. If you swallow this, then you must believe
+his discovery of America was also a fantastic mistake. Is any decent
+American willing to concede that the founding of our great nation was
+nothing but a blunder?"
+
+The Un-American Activities Committee immediately held hearings in
+Washington. Witnesses on all sides of the question were summoned.
+Among those who testified were Herbert Hoover, Gabriel Heatter, Henry
+J. Taylor, Thomas Dewey, Robert Taft, John Foster Dulles, Henry Luce,
+Gerald K. Smith, Representative Rankin, Louis Budenz, Whittaker
+Chambers, Elizabeth Dilling and Westbrook Pegler, who revealed that
+the whole thing was a plot by Mrs. Roosevelt. Henry Wallace was also
+called, cited for contempt in the first five minutes, and thereafter
+the proceedings went smoothly.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The C.I.O. and the A.F. of L. held special conventions to consider
+what stand labor should take on the issue. Since they felt it had
+little bearing on wages, hours or the Taft-Hartley Act, they passed a
+resolution to remain neutral. Or, as one delegate put it, to live in a
+world without shape.
+
+A wave of unrest swept over the country. Teachers went on record in
+favor of a flat world, out of sheer boredom with trying to cram the
+opposite concept into the thick skulls of small fry. Shipping companies
+and airlines spent millions in paid advertising to fight the flat world
+idea. They feared that business would fall off if people got scared
+about doing the same.
+
+Those who accepted the theory were stigmatized as "flatheads," and were
+exhorted in black ad headlines: "DON'T BE A FLATHEAD!" This led to the
+coining of the counter-epithet, "globephobe."
+
+M.G.M. announced it would produce "The Flat Earth," made by the same
+hands who turned out "The Good Earth." Warner Brothers promptly
+purchased a vehicle called "One Globe" to star Humphrey Bogart as
+Columbus, Lauren Bacall as Queen Isabella, and Paul Muni as the _Santa
+Maria_.
+
+The controversy spilled over into the United Nations. Russia, which
+discovered that it looked more imposing on flat maps, demanded that
+all globe maps be destroyed under a death penalty for non-compliance.
+The United States, out of habit, opposed this idea. Despite
+$3,567,219,483,128.50 rushed as a loan to Albania, Iceland and 72
+other nations, the U.N. vote went with the Soviet. As one Albanian
+grumbled, "They didn't send Chesterfields--just Wings."
+
+Russia's victory had reverberations heard around the world ... or
+rather, along the sides of the world. Old geographies were burned.
+Globe maps were broken in half and used for ashtrays. The flat map won
+the international distinction of being referred to as the Moscow map.
+Globetrotters were laid off by the lecture bureaus in droves. Universal
+Pictures had the plane in its trademark sky-write the company's name
+around a terrestrial saucer.
+
+The world could not exist half round, half flat, the President of the
+United States told Congress sadly. And since the rest of the world was
+flat, there was no help for it--America would have to flatten out, too.
+Despite globephobe cries of "Shame!" the famous 22nd Amendment was
+added to the Constitution:--
+
+"The world shall, for all purposes of this Republic, be considered
+as flat. The Congress shall have power to enforce this article by
+appropriate legislation. Any article or any amendment which may contain
+any implication that the world is round is hereby nullified and
+repealed."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Now that the world is once more flat, unified and serene, I do not
+think that there can be any serious consequences if I reveal the
+sequel to this historic development. It came about when the editor
+of a national magazine, at his wit's end for a strong piece to follow
+his usual lead article of "Is Sex Here To Stay" or "How Sexy Are You
+Sexually?", hit upon the notion of sending me to Australia to find the
+man who had discovered the earth was flat.
+
+It took me months of searching through the outback to locate Herbert
+Fitzgrone. He was still living in his bush shanty, and had just turned
+eighty when I found him. I had great difficulty in persuading him to
+tell me the whole story, as he was totally absorbed in a new scientific
+study. He was on the verge, he told me jubilantly, of proving that
+there is no such thing as gravity, and that Newton was an ass.
+
+When I persisted in knowing more about his original research that had
+exploded the globular theory, he smiled dryly.
+
+"Oh, _that_! Well, you probably know that I left all my calculations
+behind in that editor's office. When I came back here, I decided to
+work out a duplicate set. Well, sir, do you know what I discovered?
+That old Columbus had been right all along! I'd put the decimal point
+for the algebraic equation of one plane triangle in the wrong place."
+
+"But that's impossible!" I burst out in horror. "Why, the whole world
+is flat now as a result of your calculations!"
+
+"You don't say," Herbert Fitzgrone chuckled. "Well, now!"
+
+
+
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+
+
+                            House Operator
+
+                          By S. M. Tenneshaw
+
+               At poker, Rafferty knew he could beat any
+            man alive. Now, needing money badly, he walked
+           into the Ganymede Casino looking for a patsy....
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
+                             December 1957
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Rafferty was a gambler of the old school. He didn't believe in any of
+the fancy electronic gadgets that the casinos went in for these days,
+didn't much care for the psionic games of chance and other tricky and
+probably rigged affairs. Give him a good poker game any time, and he
+would be happy.
+
+He stood in the door of the Ganymede Casino, outlining himself against
+the gaudy lights flashing within, standing there patiently. Inside, the
+rich and would-be rich of a dozen planets were enjoying themselves,
+playing the brightly-lit games and throwing money around in handfuls.
+
+Rafferty waited for some attention. His hand slid to the bulky roll in
+his pocket--one hundred hundred-credit bills, 10,000 smackers in all.
+It was all Rafferty had. He was here to triple it, or else.
+
+Tomorrow 30,000 had to be handed over to Lee Walsh. It was the result
+of the one mistake Rafferty had made.
+
+Walsh was a big-time gambler, with ulcers and high blood pressure and
+ten million in the bank. Rafferty was straight middle-time, a man who
+genuinely enjoyed his chancy profession. And Walsh had said, "Why don't
+you play something _I_ like to play? All the time poker, poker, poker.
+Why don't you switch to something else."
+
+"I like poker," Rafferty said. "I win at poker. Why switch?"
+
+Walsh seemed to stiffen. "Let's have a little game of planet-faro,
+Rafferty. Just you and me. I'm tired of all this poker."
+
+"I don't like planet-faro. It's a lousy game. All those flashing
+lights--it's more like pinball than honest-to-darn gambling."
+
+"You ain't chicken, Rafferty?"
+
+"Chicken?"
+
+"Yeah. Let's try some planet-faro."
+
+So they did--and Rafferty had sat by leadenly while Walsh cleaned him
+out. Thirty thousand shiny credits down the drain, and the debt due
+tomorrow at noon. You didn't welsh on Walsh, either. It was sort of a
+slogan.
+
+Rafferty didn't have the thirty thousand. He had two alternatives: he
+could scrape up the cash somewhere and hand it over, or he could grab
+an out-system liner and get going toward Aldebaran, and hope to live.
+He wouldn't--not for long.
+
+He decided to scrape up the cash. And there was one sure way to do
+that. Poker.
+
+Poker was getting to be an unpopular game, and there were two reasons
+for it. One was the advent of more popular new types of gambling
+devices; the other reason was that Rafferty was so good it didn't pay
+to compete against him. He often had trouble getting up a game. People
+tended to slink away when they heard Rafferty wanted to play poker. He
+played it hard and he played it mean, and he didn't lose too often.
+
+That was why he had come to the Ganymede Casino. On the big
+pleasure-moon, anyone could find some sort of game going--and if he
+couldn't, the house would be glad to provide some competition. Rafferty
+didn't much like the idea of playing a house operator, but he was
+confident.
+
+He patted the ten g's and waited. After a couple of minutes an
+impeccably-dressed man in tails came over to him and smiled courteously.
+
+"Yes, sir?"
+
+"My name is Rafferty. I'm looking for a poker game in the house. There
+one around I can get into?"
+
+The impeccable man frowned slightly. "I don't think so,
+Mr.--ah--Rafferty. Wouldn't you care to try our Roto, or the
+planet-faro, or robot roulette? We--"
+
+"I want to play poker," Rafferty said. The chips were down now; he had
+to stick to his specialty.
+
+"Well, I'll see what I can do. Would you wait here, please?"
+
+Rafferty waited. He waited while the impeccable man cruised around
+the huge gameroom, murmuring gently to someone here, someone there.
+In all cases the response was the same: a shrug, a curious glance in
+Rafferty's direction, a quick and emphatic shake of the head.
+
+No one wanted to play. Usually Rafferty could count on some fool
+millionaire anxious to try to best the great Rafferty at five-card
+stud. Not today, though. There were no takers.
+
+"I'm sorry, Mr. Rafferty; I couldn't seem to promote a game. But the
+planet-faro--"
+
+"Poker," Rafferty said.
+
+"Would you object to playing a two-handed game with one of our
+employees?" the usher asked suddenly. "Naturally he'll be staked by the
+house, and I think you'll find him fit competition for you."
+
+Rafferty chewed at his lip. He needed the money--and if the house
+operator was staked by the casino, it might be possible to cart off
+quite a load.
+
+"Okay," he grunted. "Bring on your shill."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The usher led him to a small, highly-polished card table in the back,
+and signalled to a man waiting to one side.
+
+"Mr. Steel, this is Mr. Rafferty."
+
+"Hello," Rafferty said.
+
+"Pleased to meet you," said the other. His voice was a soft purr; his
+face, an expressionless mask. Rafferty smiled. He was quick to size up
+his opponents, and this time he could tell he was up against a good one.
+
+"Chips?"
+
+A house girl had come by. She was clad only in a strip of something
+filmy across her breasts and another round her middle, and she had a
+trayfull of chips. Rafferty casually handed her the hundred bills and
+accepted his stack of chips. She also gave him an unopened deck of
+cards.
+
+"Care to?" Rafferty asked, offering the cards to his opponent.
+
+"No. Go ahead."
+
+Methodically Rafferty broke the seal, spilled the cards out, flipped
+the jokers to one side, and riffled through the deck. There were
+fifty-two of them, all right, and they looked good. He started to
+shuffle.
+
+The first few hands passed quickly. Steel was a quiet, noncommittal
+player who seemed to have a tremendous reserve of calmness. It wasn't
+too surprising, thought Rafferty, considering it wasn't his dough at
+stake. But a shill has professional pride.
+
+The first three deals were in the nature of warmups, and Rafferty
+emerged from them twenty or thirty credits to the good. He felt the
+cards moving the right way; luck was with him tonight. He wondered if
+he could come away with a million. The Casino had no limit.
+
+Fourth hand he decided to experiment with some offensive tactics. Steel
+dealt; Rafferty scooped up his cards and looked them over. Jack, Four,
+Eight, Seven, King. Spade, club, spade, heart, diamond. Coolly he
+fanned the cards out and pushed a hundred credits toward the middle of
+the table. Steel saw him.
+
+"How many?"
+
+"I'll stand pat."
+
+"So will I."
+
+"Five hundred," Rafferty said.
+
+"See that and raise it a hundred."
+
+"I'll bump to two."
+
+"I'm with you," Steel said. "What do you have?"
+
+Without a facial flicker Rafferty exposed his hand. "Jack high. You?"
+
+"You beat me. It's your kitty."
+
+Rafferty scooped the pot in, frowning inwardly. He'd made his
+bluff--but Steel had been bluffing right along with him. It was only
+luck that the little man hadn't been holding a Queen.
+
+Rafferty pulled Jack high again on the next deal, took three, came up
+with nothing and folded. On the next hand both men played it cautiously
+and Rafferty dropped fifty credits when Steel's pair of kings took his
+tens.
+
+Next deal, Rafferty again came up with nothing. Inwardly he cursed; the
+cards weren't coming as well as they had. He decided to bluff again,
+since the previous attempt hadn't yielded any information about his
+opponent's tactics.
+
+This time he pushed the bet up to a thousand before calling.
+
+"Three sevens," Steel said.
+
+"You beat me," Rafferty said, and collapsed his hand.
+
+"Mind if I look?" Steel said.
+
+"Yes," said Rafferty. He was surprised; it was a rank amateur's trick
+to ask to look at a hand that had been tossed in. Coming from a cool
+customer like Steel, it didn't make much sense.
+
+But slowly Rafferty began to fathom the way his opponent's mind worked.
+And slowly, as his genius for the game asserted itself, Rafferty began
+to win.
+
+By 2100 his pile of chips totalled near fifty thousand. It was enough
+to pay off Walsh and still come out with a comfortable profit for the
+evening's work--but Rafferty didn't want to quit. He didn't play the
+game that way.
+
+He decided to go for a killing. He had Steel figured, now and he could
+take the house for a fortune.
+
+Nursing three jacks and a pair of fours, he pushed the betting higher
+and higher. Steel kept right with him.
+
+"Three thousand? I'll see you and raise one."
+
+Without letting expression cross his face, Rafferty pushed a few more
+credits out. Then a few more. Then a few more. Five thousand credits
+hung on this deal, now.
+
+He remained totally blank-faced. That was the secret of poker: never to
+tip off an opponent to anything. Steel was good, but Steel kept giving
+himself away.
+
+Like now, for instance. Perhaps the shill didn't know it, but his right
+eyebrow was twitching faintly. So far, every time Steel had bluffed a
+weak hand, that eyebrow had twitched.
+
+Well, now Rafferty had him. He had a full house; it was going to take a
+bunch of fancy cards to top it. And Steel was almost certainly bluffing.
+
+"Six thousand," Rafferty said.
+
+"Seven."
+
+"Seven five."
+
+It reached nine. Finally Rafferty said, "Okay. What do you have?"
+
+Casually Steel lowered his hand. Jack, Queen, Queen, Queen, Queen. That
+made four Queens.
+
+He hadn't been bluffing.
+
+And Rafferty was out nine thousand credits.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He kept his composure, but inwardly he was disturbed. By all rights
+Steel _had_ to be bluffing--but there they were, four queens.
+
+The game progressed. A few curious onlookers had gathered. By playing
+cautiously, Rafferty started piling up chips again. His winnings
+mounted to a hundred thousand, hundred fifty. He had Steel figured now
+for sure.
+
+But it wasn't as sure as all that.
+
+Rafferty staked five thousand on a straight flush. Steel saw him and
+added five hundred on top of it.
+
+"I'll go with you," Rafferty said. "Here's another thousand." Straight
+flush, Queen high. Only three hands could possibly beat him--and one
+of them was a royal flush. It didn't seem likely. Besides, the lower
+corner of Steel's mouth was drawn back, as it usually was when he had a
+fairly good hand and was playing it big.
+
+The chips flew out madly. Rafferty watched the pile grow; neither man
+would let the cat die. Ten, twelve thousand credits now. Fifteen. In
+thirty years of poker, Rafferty had never had fifteen thousand credits
+riding on one hand. But he was sure he had it.
+
+"What are you holding?" Steel asked finally.
+
+"Straight flush, Queen high." He started to reach for the chips.
+
+Steel's mild, purring voice interrupted him. "_What suit?_"
+
+For the first time that night Rafferty's composure left him. "C-Clubs,"
+he stammered.
+
+"Spades," Steel said sweetly, and put down the eight to Queen,
+inclusive and consecutive.
+
+It just didn't figure, Rafferty thought glumly. He wasn't as annoyed
+over the wild improbability of two straight flushes the same hand as he
+was because he had failed to guess Steel's facial reaction properly.
+He'd been dead wrong.
+
+He got wronger. Steel sat calmly without saying a word except when
+necessary, and gobbled in the chips. It seemed to Rafferty that Steel
+was reading his every move.
+
+He was holding two pair, and played it big. Steel stayed right with
+him, and when the payoff came:
+
+"Three fours."
+
+Three fours won. But Steel wouldn't have ridden that far on the trio
+unless he knew pretty well that Rafferty didn't have much to show. He
+seemed to _know_. And as the game progressed, he grew less and less
+readable himself. It was a strange reversal for Rafferty, who was
+accustomed to detect his opponent's idiosyncrasies within three deals
+and to play them mercilessly from then on.
+
+"Two kings," Rafferty said.
+
+"Two aces."
+
+Rafferty looked down at his pile of chips and counted them. Eight
+hundred credits left. Eight hundred lousy credits.
+
+It was just enough to book passage to Aldebaran. Rafferty slumped in
+his chair.
+
+The gambler in him urged him to go on, to try to win the thirty
+thousand he needed and clear out. But another part of him told him
+it was futile; Steel was getting sharper and sharper, and it was
+inevitable he'd lose even the remaining eight hundred. He didn't want
+that to happen.
+
+He rose stiffly.
+
+"Had enough?" Steel asked.
+
+"I think so."
+
+"I hope I haven't discouraged you. We can still play some more, if you
+like?"
+
+"What's the use?" Rafferty said hollowly. "I can't win. And at least
+this way I'll be on Aldebaran tomorrow when Walsh and his gunmen come
+looking for me."
+
+"What's that?"
+
+"Never mind." Rafferty turned away, scooping up his remaining chips.
+He cashed them in and shambled out the door, still unable fully to
+understand that for the first time in his life he had met his master
+at the poker table.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+After Rafferty was gone, the impeccable usher came over to Steel, who
+was sitting patiently by the huge pile of chips.
+
+"You clean him out?"
+
+"Just about," Steel said. "He had a little left to book passage with."
+
+"It looked bad for a while, there. He was better than a hundred
+thousand ahead of you."
+
+"It took me some time to detect his playing patterns," the house
+man said. "He was very, very good. He's the best player I've ever
+encountered."
+
+"But he couldn't beat you, natch!"
+
+"Hardly. Once I had penetrated his defenses, he was at my mercy." Steel
+rose, smiling blandly. "I took 9200 credits from him. It's thirsty
+work. How about a drink?"
+
+"Sure thing," the impeccable man said. "I guess I can spare a drink for
+the best house operator this casino has." He took an oilcan from his
+jacket and inserted it at the back of Steel's neck. The robot grinned
+happily at the lubrication; his soft photonic eyes beamed.
+
+"I enjoy playing poker," Steel said. "But someday you must enlarge my
+circuits so I can take part in planet-faro too. It looks like a very
+interesting game."
+
+
+
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+                          SATELLITE OF DEATH
+
+                          By Randall Garrett
+
+               Five men were stationed on Earth's space
+            satellite when the alien starship moored itself
+            nearby. So the question--who would investigate?
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
+                             December 1957
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+There were five aboard the orbiting wheel in the sky--an American, a
+Russian, a Frenchman, an Englishman, an Indian. Their job was to keep
+watch--over each other. The Wheel held enough fission-fusion bombs to
+blast all of Earth but the five watchdogs saw to it that those bombs
+remained stored, a potential threat and no more to aggressors below.
+
+And then Gregson and Lal discovered the alien spaceship moored outside
+Supplementary Airlock One.
+
+It looked like no spaceship they had ever set eyes on before. Gregson,
+the American, said, "You see that thing out there?"
+
+The Indian, Lal, nodded and rubbed his aquiline nose reflectively. "I
+see it--but what is it?"
+
+"Spaceship of some kind," said Gregson. "Damndest-looking spaceship
+I've ever seen, though. Looks like it's moored near the airlock.
+Wonder if we have visitors?"
+
+He peered at the ship. It had little in common with the unstreamlined
+dumbbells Earth used for spaceflight; it was slim and tapering, with no
+visible rocket orifices; it was made of some strange iridescent metal
+that glimmered in the moonlight.
+
+"Let's investigate," Gregson said.
+
+"We should call the others," said Lal. "All five should be on hand."
+
+"You're right." Gregson touched his belt-stud, giving the signal that
+called all five crewmen to hand. They appeared quickly--Lasseux,
+Beveridge, Golovunoff. Silently, Gregson pointed through the view-plate
+at the newcomer.
+
+After a long look Beveridge shook his head. "That didn't come from
+Earth," the Englishman said. "Not unless they've developed an entirely
+new drive principle. And look at the design...."
+
+"That's an alien spaceship, all right," Lasseux said.
+
+"From the stars," added Golovunoff. A cold chill seemed to sweep
+through the space satellite as he spoke the words.
+
+Quietly Gregson said, "We'd better go out there and see what's inside.
+Since Lal and I saw the ship first, we'll be the ones to go look."
+
+"No," said Golovunoff. "I wish to go also."
+
+"I'd rather like to get first look too," said Beveridge.
+
+"I think we'd all better go," Lasseux suggested. "The station can
+operate without us for a while. And we'll never agree on who's to go,
+eh?"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Five figures in spacesuits clustered about the alien ship. At
+close range its iridescent skin looked other-worldly and vaguely
+frightening, gleaming purple and green and dull-bronze by moonlight. A
+quartz window gave a view of the ship's interior.
+
+"I don't see anyone in there," said Gregson. "You?"
+
+"Looks empty to me," commented Beveridge.
+
+"Empty! Impossible!" said Lasseux vehemently. "Empty spaceships do not
+pilot themselves across the void to Earth. Empty spaceships do not
+complicatedly moor themselves outside a space satellite's airlock.
+Empty spaceships...."
+
+"That's enough, Lasseux," growled the Russian. "Whether it makes sense
+or no, that spaceship's empty."
+
+"Let's find the hatch," suggested Lal. "Perhaps there's someone injured
+inside, out of the line of sight."
+
+The five Earthmen covered the surface of the ship, looking for an
+exterior hatch control. Beveridge found it first--a narrow lever
+extruding a few inches from the skin of the alien vessel. He called
+to the others, then yanked down on the lever. The hatch pivoted back,
+opening into an airlock.
+
+There was the usual moment of Alphonse-Gaston as the five crewmen
+jockeyed for position, none willing to let any of the others get ahead
+of him on anything. Then Lasseux slipped through and into the alien
+spaceship, followed by Gregson and Beveridge almost simultaneously, and
+then Golovunoff and Lal.
+
+The ship _was_ empty.
+
+There was not the slightest sign of life. The five men roamed through
+the vessel, noting the utterly alien control-panel, the strange
+furnishings, the peculiar fixtures and appurtenances. But the ship was
+void of life.
+
+Finally they returned to the Wheel and, puzzled, discussed the
+situation.
+
+"It makes no sense," objected Lasseux. The small Frenchman was plainly
+obsessed with the inconsistency of the thing. "The ship crosses the
+interstellar void ... alone? Can remote control extend so far?"
+
+"Looks like it did," said Gregson.
+
+"Impossible!" Lasseux sputtered.
+
+"In any case," said Beveridge, "we have a prize--a gift from the stars.
+An alien spaceship, free and without strings of any kind. We should
+notify Earth of our find."
+
+"Do you suppose," said Lal, "that the pilot of that ship may be around
+yet?"
+
+"Huh?" From Gregson and Beveridge at the same time.
+
+"What I mean is, suppose that pilot is not like you and me--suppose,
+that is, that he is invisible? Perhaps he is still aboard his ship, and
+we passed over him unknowing? Or perhaps he has come right in here with
+us and listens to our very words?"
+
+Gregson shuddered. "You've got a wild imagination, Lal. But we have
+enough problems on our hands without worrying about ghosts from outer
+space."
+
+"I said not ghosts--"
+
+"Enough," boomed Golovunoff. "We can continue this silly quarrel
+indefinitely. Let us assume, since we see no one and nothing aboard the
+ship, that it arrived empty. And therefore that it is ours for study."
+
+"Do empty ships moor themselves to airlock hatches?" asked the
+Frenchman sarcastically. "I tell you Lal's right--there must have been
+intelligence guiding that ship!"
+
+Gregson shook his head. "No. Listen to me, will you? We built this
+satellite station jointly, as a global watch-station. But does that
+mean that everything the satellite discovers is to be shared equally?"
+
+"Of course," said Beveridge.
+
+"Then how do we divide that spaceship into five equal parts? Whose
+country gets it?"
+
+There was a moment's silence. Then Lal said, "We'll turn it over to
+the United Nations. They can let all nations examine it freely."
+
+For once there was general agreement. "Good idea," Gregson said
+approvingly, and then the five went back to their tasks aboard the
+satellite.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The satellite had been in space less than a year. The development
+of spaceflight had put an end to the possibility of war on Earth by
+bringing into being a watchdog for the uneasy planet.
+
+Put a satellite in the sky. Arm it with enough fission-fusion bombs
+to blast any country to flinders. Man it with a squad chosen from
+the leading countries of the world and let them keep watch over one
+another. Any threat of aggression on the mother planet could easily be
+squashed by the more potent threat of blazing vengeance from the skies.
+The satellite was the guardian of the world's peace.
+
+The five men chosen to be the first crew were almost ideal for
+the job--sensitive, intelligent men, skilled in the techniques of
+spaceflight, loyal to the countries of their birth. There wouldn't be
+any chance of collusion among them, of a conspiracy against one country
+or against Earth itself, as some feared.
+
+Their tasks for the hours immediately after the discovery of the
+strange spaceship were mostly routine; Lal dictated a comprehensive
+report on the spaceship and beamed it to United Nations Headquarters on
+Earth, while Beveridge and Golovunoff, spacesuited, filmed the alien
+ship from every conceivable angle, inside and out. Lasseux and Gregson
+tended to the workings of the satellite, overseeing the cybernetic
+governors which had the actual responsibility of operating the big
+wheel in the sky.
+
+Lasseux was cook that night, according to the strict rotation that had
+been set up. The men ate a strange meal; their spirits seemed oddly
+dampened by the spaceship that had so unpredictably come into their
+midst. Lal's words preyed on them despite themselves. Suppose there had
+been an invisible alien aboard that ship? Suppose he lurked aboard the
+wheel this very moment?
+
+"Suppose," said Beveridge suddenly, "that alien ship was an invasion
+scout."
+
+"What's that?" Gregson asked.
+
+"What I mean is, the advance guard of an invasion force. The alien
+finds the satellite and, being telepathic, parks here a while to
+see what's going on." He giggled self-consciously. "I'm speaking
+imaginatively, of course. The alien moors here and reads our minds;
+finds out we have a load of bombs here that can blow up the works down
+there. So he comes drifting out of the ship and takes over someone of
+us here. When no one else is looking--_poof!_--Earth is destroyed like
+that!" Again Beveridge giggled.
+
+Gregson looked at him sourly. "You better leave those crazy magazines
+alone, Beveridge."
+
+But Lasseux interjected, "We should devote careful attention to what he
+has said. There may be a grain of truth in it. After all, _who moored
+the spaceship_?"
+
+A moment's silence. Then the Russian said, "Assuming one of us is an
+alien--not that I believe Beveridge's fanciful story--how would we
+know? Until Earth is destroyed, that is?"
+
+"That's just it," said Lal gloomily. "We _wouldn't_ know. Not until it
+was too late."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+What began as Beveridge's dinner-table joke soon became an
+earnestly-held belief. Perhaps it was the strain of life aboard the
+satellite, 10,000 miles above the Earth's surface. Perhaps the tensions
+of a year's isolation from the rest of humanity were taking their toll.
+But, from a dinner-table jest, the concept soon became a source of
+serious discussion. And tension.
+
+Tension wrapped cold fingers around them as the days passed. They
+agreed to operate in teams, never to let one out of another's sight,
+always to keep constant watch ... for there was no way of telling which
+of them harbored in his body or his mind Earth's potential destroyer.
+
+Two days passed this way, and a third. Then Lal went for a walk in
+space--without a suit.
+
+"He cracked," Gregson said, staring at the Indian's corpse. "This crazy
+alien business--it just broke him apart."
+
+"Yes," Lasseux said moodily. "The tension ... the looking and
+spying ... he couldn't take it any more. Our first casualty. But not
+the last, I fear."
+
+Beveridge and Gregson brought Lal's body in--it was orbiting around the
+Wheel--and a brief funeral service was conducted. The Indian's body was
+fed to the atomic converters that ran the station and consumed in an
+instant's blaze of light.
+
+Lasseux radioed Earth and gave them a full account of the tragedy. He
+was told that a replacement for Lal would be on his way within a week
+or two.
+
+"Now there are just four of us," he said, turning from the radio. "It
+will make keeping watch easier. I will team with Golovunoff for the
+rest of the day; you two English-speakers can work together."
+
+They did. It was a cold, cheerless day. The little Indian had
+everyone's spirits.
+
+Then Beveridge suggested, "Perhaps Lal was the one carrying the alien.
+When he discovered the truth he ran out into space, killing himself and
+the alien...?"
+
+"No," Gregson said. "Why would he wait so long? Lal was the type to do
+such a thing the moment he found out. Besides, the alien wouldn't be
+bothered by space if it has no body."
+
+"Damn; you're right. Just trying to cheer things, old man. Just
+trying...."
+
+Suddenly the sound of a pistol-shot echoed through the chambers of
+the space satellite. The crewmen always carried pistols as safeguards
+against one another.
+
+"You hear that?" Gregson said.
+
+Beveridge nodded.
+
+Moments later Lasseux came running into the chamber, muttering
+excitedly and incoherently to himself in French. He carried a smoking
+gun in his hand. Gregson and Beveridge immediately drew but Lasseux
+raised his other hand and dropped the gun.
+
+"Calm yourself!" Gregson ordered, shaking Lasseux roughly. "Calm down!
+What happened!"
+
+The flow of French finally ceased. Lasseux made a visible effort to
+master himself and said. "Golovunoff--the Russian--_he_ was the alien!"[1]
+
+[Footnote 1: Transcriber's Note: This paragraph seemed to be a printer
+error. A portion was removed for better readability. The original text
+of this paragraph was "The flow of French finally ceased. Lasseux made
+a visible effort added an exotic spark to the group that was missing
+now and the tragic nature of his death dampened to master himself and
+said. "Golovunoff--the Russian--_he_ was the alien!"]
+
+"What?"
+
+"I saw him change shape," Lasseux gasped. "He seemed to waver for a
+moment when he thought I wasn't looking. The edges of his body blurred.
+It was awful! Then he saw me--and I shot him!"
+
+"Is he dead?"
+
+"Yes! Yes! I sealed off the chamber, so the alien couldn't escape if
+it's still alive." Lasseux was trembling violently. Beveridge and
+Gregson, pale, stared at him.
+
+"Two men dead," Gregson said. "And we don't know if we've killed the
+creature yet. Or if there really is a creature," he added more silently
+to himself.
+
+Then--"Great God! _Lasseux!_"
+
+Gregson gaped. The Frenchman was ... _wavering_. It was the only way to
+describe it. He seemed to be blurring and shifting mistily, but only
+for an instant.
+
+An instant was long enough. Gregson had his gun out and pumped three
+shots into Lasseux's body. The Frenchman looked incredulously at him a
+moment, then crumpled.
+
+Gregson took four steps back and let the gun drop from his nerveless
+fingers. "It was a trick," he said in a half-whisper. "He killed the
+Russian and made up the story about him--but he couldn't control his
+own wavering! Lucky thing I got him first, wasn't it?" He turned to
+Beveridge for confirmation, but the Englishman was gazing at him
+sternly, coldly, almost angrily.
+
+"He _was_ wavering, wasn't he?" Gregson asked. "You saw it too--that
+sort of blurring?" The American knotted his hands tensely. "Well, now
+the alien's dead--unless it's taken a new host. You don't think that's
+possible, do you, Beveridge? I mean, if you shoot the body it's in, can
+it hop to the next person like that? Do you think...."
+
+"Yes," said the Englishman. "I think so."
+
+He was wavering.
+
+But _he_ held the gun.
+
+Gregson yelled once and charged madly toward Beveridge. The bullet
+caught him in mid-run and sent him spinning back toward the crumpled
+corpse of Lasseux. Coldly, Beveridge fired twice more, then stopped
+wavering.
+
+Ten minutes later, the rain of bombs began to shower down on Earth.
+
+
+
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+
+
+                            CHRISTMAS MAGIC
+
+
+                         ALL THROUGH THE HOUSE
+                           FOR ALL YOUR GIFTS
+
+         using “Scotch” brand tapes and “Sasheen” brand ribbon
+
+                                                           © 1950 3M Co.
+
+
+
+
+       _“Scotch” brand Cellophane Tape leads to Christmas Magic_
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration: _Fascinating peeking ... the clever, deceptively easy
+    gift wraps possible when you team everyday objects with “Scotch”
+    brand Cellophane Tape. It “sticks like crazy”!_
+
+    Your handiest Christmas helper. In 25¢ and 39¢ dispensers, 59¢ large
+    economy-size roll.]
+
+    [Illustration: Gift wraps]
+
+_Front row, left to right_:
+
+GIFT WRAP GROOMING. Package beauty begins when “Scotch” Cellophane Tape
+holds paper securely in place.
+
+STAY-PRETTY WRAP. It still looks pretty when box is opened. Just cover
+lid and base separately. Cut paper to cover lid, plus 1 inch extra on
+each side. Fold edges inside lid and fasten with tape (a). Cover base
+same as lid. Idea shown: Arrange thin paper strips in “x’s” on table.
+Press lengths of tape over “x’s” to pick them up and tape to box.
+
+    [Illustration: a]
+
+PICTURAMA. Child’s play. Use magazine scenes for gift paper. For larger
+boxes, tape two or more pictures together.
+
+SPARKLING SYMMETRY. Lovely! Wrap 3 loops of tape, sticky side out,
+around a length of cardboard; space evenly (b). Place on box and press
+down loops; slip out cardboard (c). Repeat, alternating direction of
+loops on package. Sprinkle with glitter for the finishing touch.
+
+    [Illustration: b]
+
+    [Illustration: c]
+
+_Back row, left to right_:
+
+CHECKERBOARD. Imaginative! Tape down equal-sized squares of construction
+paper to gift wrap. Make small loops of tape, sticky side out (d) and
+place on box. Press wrapped Christmas candies to tape loops.
+
+    [Illustration: d]
+
+MONEY TREE. Attach new pennies to gift wrap with tape loops (d above) in
+rows as shown. For extra glamor between pennies, fold back ends on
+lengths of tape (e) and press, sticky side out, to box. Sprinkle with
+glitter.
+
+    [Illustration: e]
+
+SNOWFLAKE DAZZLER. So sparkly! Cut 2 snowflake shapes from gift wrap
+paper. Use first for package center; cut second into four equal parts
+for corners (f). Back up openings with cellophane tape and sprinkle with
+glitter. Attach to box with tape loops (d above).
+
+    [Illustration: f]
+
+
+
+
+   _Gift wrap glamor at a touch with the color of “Scotch” brand Gift
+                                 Tapes_
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration: _Gay-as-the-season effects come easy with
+    happy-looking “Scotch” Gift Tapes—in many modern new patterns and
+    solid tones. And these tape-touched gifts go through the mails with
+    beauty unmarred._
+
+    In lively patterns and colors ... 10¢ rolls, 25¢ and 39¢
+    dispensers.]
+
+    [Illustration: Tape effects]
+
+_From left to right_:
+
+SHIRT TALE. Lively, masculine! Make shirt outline with colorful gift
+tape. Attach buttons with “Scotch” Cellophane Tape (a). Add a “Sasheen”
+bow tie.
+
+    [Illustration: a]
+
+“FUN UNLIMITED” TRAIN. Pure whimsey! Bright gift tape outlines train.
+For button “wheels” and “eyes,” make plain tape loops, sticky side out
+(b). Place loops on package; firmly press buttons to loops. Tape on gift
+paper cylinders for “nose” and smokestack, add a puff of cotton for
+smoke.
+
+    [Illustration: b]
+
+DIAMOND GLITTER. Eye-stopping! Wind gift tape, sticky side out, around
+ruler (c). Place ruler on box; press down “spiral” securely. Ease out
+ruler (d). Make another “spiral” and place beside first on package.
+Sprinkle with glitter.
+
+    [Illustration: c]
+
+    [Illustration: d]
+
+DOUBLE-TAKE TAPE. Top each length of tape with a narrow width in
+contrasting color. Only the magic of gift tape permits such
+“stop-and-start” designs!
+
+NAME DROPPER. No mistaking gifts when you spell out names in gift tape
+(e). _Tip_: For extra ease, form letters first on any glass surface;
+lift all and place on box.
+
+    [Illustration: e]
+
+MERRY MAKINGS. Sign of the season! Center “Scotch” Brand “Merry
+Christmas” Tape on box. Frame with smart solid tone tape for tailored
+elegance.
+
+
+
+
+    _The festive “Magic Bow” ... yours and only yours with “Sasheen”
+                             brand Ribbon_
+
+
+_None so fair, none so foolproof as the one and only “Magic Bow”._
+
+_Let it be the basis for beauty of all your be-ribboned holiday gift
+wraps._
+
+
+                        “MAGIC BOW” INSTRUCTIONS
+
+To use later as “tie” ribbon, cut off 8″ length of “Sasheen.” Tear in
+half lengthwise.
+
+
+                             PRE-FAB STAGE:
+
+    [Illustration: a]
+
+(a) Cut 2 to 3 yards of ribbon, depending on size of bow you wish. Form
+a circle and tape end in place. Roll up ribbon.
+
+    [Illustration: b]
+
+(b) Press circle together and fold in half. Start from outside edge and
+cut off corners, leaving ⅛″ center.
+
+    [Illustration: c]
+
+(c) Using “tie” ribbon, knot securely at center notch.
+
+
+                      COMPLETING THE “MAGIC BOW”:
+
+    [Illustration: d]
+
+(d) Pull out _inside_ loop to left, then down and across center notch
+with twist.
+
+    [Illustration: e]
+
+(e) Repeat this action, pulling out next inside loop to _right_.
+
+    [Illustration: f]
+
+(f) Continue alternating loops until all are pulled out at both ends.
+
+    [Illustration: Magic bow effects]
+
+_Left row, top to bottom_:
+
+(Just a few of the lovely effects possible with “Magic Bows”.)
+
+FRANKLY FEMININE. _Christmas Stripe_ “Decorette” brand Ribbon makes this
+lacy and lovely “Magic Bow”.
+
+BOWS APLENTY. A pair of contrasting “Magic Bows” on _Bows_ wrapping
+paper.
+
+BERRY BRIGHT. Large red “Magic Bow” of “Sasheen” Ribbon. For extra
+elegance, tape holly sprigs or pine under bow.
+
+_Right row, top to bottom_:
+
+FROSTY SNOWMAN. Three “Magic Bows” form snowman. For hat, nose and eyes,
+tape paper shapes to bow.
+
+SUITCASE CHARMER. For handle, tape length of “Sasheen” to banding
+ribbon. Add a pair of pert “Magic Bows”.
+
+TWIN TRIM. Candy-striped “Magic Bow” teams with matching paper, aglow
+with snowmen.
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration: Ask for the “Magic Bow” ribbons—instructions on every
+    roll.]
+
+
+
+
+ _Only the “Magic Bow” way lets you make these scissor-snip variations_
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration: _Gift wraps to make eyes dance—and all stemming from
+    the basic “Magic Bow”. Only “Sasheen” brand Ribbon, with its special
+    backing, makes possible these ingenious variations._
+
+    Beauty team: “Sasheen” & color-matched gift papers]
+
+    [Illustration: Magic bow variations]
+
+_Front row, left to right_:
+
+FROU-FROU BOW. Pert, frilly! Make a pre-fab “Magic Bow”. Cut from outer
+edge, crossing over ends of loops (a). Repeat at opposite end. Pull out
+loops as in “Magic Bow”.
+
+    [Illustration: a]
+
+SHOOTING STAR BOW. A two-tone beauty! Make the pre-fab “Magic Bow”,
+starting by rolling together equal lengths of “Sasheen” in contrasting
+colors. Make angle cuts at each end (b). Pull out loops as in “Magic
+Bow”.
+
+    [Illustration: b]
+
+PINWHEEL BOW. A whirl of color here in lacy “Decorette.” Tie a pre-fab
+“Magic Bow” making only 6 or 7 turns for loop. Pull out all loops to
+_one_ side (not left and right) and arrange (c).
+
+    [Illustration: c]
+
+_Back row, left to right_:
+
+PETITE WREATH. Make Petite Bows the “Magic Bow” way with _1 yard_ of
+“Sasheen”. Use “tie” ribbon of contrasting color and knot to show. Tape
+bows to box.
+
+POINSETTIA BOW. A crush-proof traveler. With _1 yard_ of “Sasheen”, make
+pre-fab “Magic Bow”. For petals, make cuts from outer edges toward loop
+end (d). Pull out bottom petals from left to right, twisting so shiny
+sides are up. Arrange top petals same way—no twisting needed. Nice
+touch: Tape ribbon pennants or leaves under bows.
+
+    [Illustration: d]
+
+TWO-IN-ONE BOW. Make pre-fab “Magic Bow” using _off-center_ cut (e).
+Pull out long loops first and arrange in outer circle. Pull out shorter
+loops for a bow-within-a-bow the easy way!
+
+    [Illustration: e]
+
+    [Illustration: table centerpiece and window]
+
+TABLE SPLENDOR. Trim net-covered tablecloth with gift tape. For
+centerpiece, tape goblet to cake plate. Set hurricane chimney or glass
+vase on plate (a) and fill with tree balls. For tree outline, run gift
+tape from chimney top to the plate edge.
+
+    [Illustration: a]
+
+CATHEDRAL WINDOW. Let your imagination be your guide! Use crayon to draw
+design. (Try tree shapes, holiday “scenes”, greetings.) For idea shown,
+tape on triangles of colored cellophane. Then outline your design with
+gift tape.
+
+
+
+
+               _Set the scene for fun with gay gift tape_
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration: _All through your house a festive air will reign when
+    you let the holiday color of “Scotch” brand Gift Tape brighten
+    decorations, household objects. In colors, patterns, gleaming
+    metallics—gift tape has gone glamorous!_
+
+    Treat yourself to a selection of widths and colors—10¢, 25¢, 39¢.]
+
+    [Illustration: KIDDIE CARDS. What good fun—when youngsters make
+    their own cards. Needed: scissors, paper, lots of bright “Scotch”
+    Gift Tape—and observe the lively results!]
+
+    [Illustration: CHRISTMAS EVERYWHERE. Let your imagination run riot!
+    Use gay gift tape for a happy note on your wastebaskets, bulletin
+    boards, mirrors, flowerpots, match books.]
+
+    [Illustration: DOOR DECOR. Tape gift paper to tree-shaped cardboard.
+    Add gift tapes to please. (Cover with plastic wrap for
+    weather-proofing.) Tape on ornaments or rope beads.]
+
+    [Illustration: FAMILY GREETING CARDS. Give the warmth and quick
+    color of “Scotch” Gift Tape in holiday designs to popular
+    photographic greeting cards. Pretty, so personal.]
+
+
+
+
+    _Make yours a “Friendship House” with these touch-of-tape ideas_
+
+
+_Pretty way to decorate and please friends, too ... displaying their
+cards with the Christmas Magic touch of “Scotch” brand Cellophane Tape._
+
+    [Illustration: FRIENDSHIP WREATH. Simply tape Christmas cards to a
+    “hula hoop” for dramatic wall decoration! (b).]
+
+    [Illustration: b]
+
+    [Illustration: “FRIENDSHIP GIFT” IDEA—NEW DÉCOR DISPENSER, 98¢.
+    Attractive way to keep “Scotch” brand Cellophane Tape always at hand
+    in kitchen, den or family room. Four home-décor colors—non-slip
+    bottom for dispensing tape with one-hand ease—scratchproof
+    rubber-padded base. Tape not included, so try this wrapping idea:
+    Add a 59¢ economy-size roll (4 times the tape of a 25¢ roll) as the
+    eye of a gay “Santa” face—plus ornament for eyeball, shaped paper
+    for wink, cotton for beard. Wonderful gift for friends, neighbors—or
+    as a party prize.]
+
+    [Illustration: FRIENDSHIP TREE. Loop a length of tape around branch
+    and fasten to Christmas card (a). Cards taped to mantel or mirror
+    add a bright air, too! Note: Never use tape on wallpaper or painted
+    walls.
+
+    GLITTER WANDS. For tree, mantel, staircase. Cut tape in varying
+    lengths. Sprinkle with glitter, leaving a “bare” space at both ends.
+    “Thread” ornament with tape at bottom end (c).]
+
+    [Illustration: a]
+
+    [Illustration: c]
+
+
+
+
+                _A potpourri of tips for home and gifts_
+
+
+    [Illustration: WEATHERPROOF YOUR MAILING LABELS. Smart and simple
+    trick when mailing gifts. Protect addresses from ink-smearing snow
+    or rain: cover them completely with “Scotch” brand Cellophane Tape
+    to help assure safe arrivals.]
+
+    [Illustration: GIFT TAGS. A great new idea! “Scotch” brand Gift
+    Tapes you can write on—plus bright stickers. 10 on a roll. Just snip
+    them off and press down for new labeling speed and ease.]
+
+    [Illustration: IDENTIFY GIFT GIVERS. End “thank you” note mix-ups.
+    Keep “Scotch” Cellophane Tape at hand during the bustle of opening
+    gifts: use it to attach givers’ names to packages (or to gifts) as
+    they’re opened.]
+
+    [Illustration: STOCKING STUFFER. Drop several rolls of “Scotch”
+    Cellophane Tape ... or leftover rolls of Gift Tape ... in the
+    youngsters’ Christmas stockings. Just watch them put the tape to
+    creative use during many play time hours.]
+
+    [Illustration: DAZZLE WREATH. Front-door dress-up with Glitter Bows
+    (or any “Sasheen” bow). Make “Magic Bows”. Then press loop ends
+    together (a) and cut V-notches in as many loops as you like. Back
+    cutouts with “Scotch” Cellophane Tape and sprinkle with glitter.
+    Form a wire coat hanger into a circle and tape or tie on bows.]
+
+    [Illustration: a]
+
+    [Illustration: CHRISTMAS STORY ON TAPE. The holiday classic, “’Twas
+    the Night Before Christmas”, re-told and pictured on a roll of
+    “Scotch” Gift Tape. Fun to tell from start to finish on children’s
+    gift wraps or Christmas cards.]
+
+    [Illustration: CENTERPIECE CAKE. Focal point of your festive holiday
+    table ... this gay cake with Fluffy White Frosting. Make 2 “Magic
+    Bows” of “Sasheen”. Tie a bow to each side of a cluster of four
+    candy canes; tuck in center of cake. Dot sides with crumbled candy
+    cane.]
+
+    [Illustration: COVER PACKAGES:
+
+    _Front row, left to right_: _Tree Tapecraft._ Gift tape makes tree
+    design. _Glitter Magic._ Make Glitter Wands (see “Friendship House”
+    page). Fasten with a long loop of tape, sticky side out; press flat.
+    Sprinkle with glitter. _Christmas Carnation._ Make “Magic Bow”.
+    Crush together loops, snip off ends (b). _Glitter Bow._ Make as in
+    Dazzle Wreath, this page. _Name Dropper._ Spell out names with gay
+    gift tape. _Back row, left to right_: _Bow Magic._ Make a large
+    “Magic Bow”. _Harum-Scarum._ Even left-over ends of gift tape look
+    glamorous here. _Holly Bait._ Add sprigs of holly (or pine) using
+    “Scotch” Cellophane Tape.]
+
+    [Illustration: b]
+
+    [Illustration: WRITE IN for the “how-to” of creating flower bows the
+    “Magic Bow” way. From daisies to dahlias, these “Sasheen” bows rate
+    raves with little extra effort—glamorize gifts. Send to Dept.
+    GBA-129, 3M Co., St. Paul 6, Minnesota.]
+
+  “SCOTCH”, “SASHEEN”, “DECORETTE” and “MAGIC BOW” are registered
+  trademarks of 3M Co., St. Paul 6, Minn. Export: 99 Park Ave., N.Y.
+  Canada: London, Ontario. “Magic Bow” and method of making patented
+  U.S. Pat. No. RE23835.
+
+    [Illustration: 3M COMPANY]
+
+                              Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing company
+                               ... WHERE RESEARCH IS THE KEY TO TOMORROW
+
+    [Illustration: Wraparound cover]
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+—Silently corrected a few typos.
+
+—Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook
+  is public-domain in the country of publication.
+
+—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by
+  _underscores_.
+
+
+
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+
+
+    [Illustration: _Anthony Wayne_]
+
+
+
+
+                             ANTHONY WAYNE
+                               1745-1796
+
+
+                      Prepared by the Staff of the
+             Public Library of Fort Wayne and Allen County
+                                  1954
+
+    [Illustration: Boards of the Public Library of Fort Wayne and Allen
+    County]
+
+One of a historical series, this pamphlet is published under the
+direction of the governing Boards of the Public Library of Fort Wayne
+and Allen County.
+
+           BOARD OF TRUSTEES OF THE SCHOOL CITY OF FORT WAYNE
+
+  _Mrs. Sadie Fulk Roehrs_
+  _B.F. Geyer, President_
+  _Joseph E. Kramer, Secretary_
+  _W. Page Yarnelle, Treasurer_
+  _Willard Shambaugh_
+
+                 PUBLIC LIBRARY BOARD FOR ALLEN COUNTY
+
+The members of this Board include the members of the Board of Trustees
+of the School City of Fort Wayne (with the same officers) together with
+the following citizens chosen from Allen County outside the corporate
+City of Fort Wayne:
+
+  _James E. Graham_
+  _Arthur Niemeier_
+  _Mrs. Glenn Henderson_
+  _Mrs. Charles Reynolds_
+
+
+
+
+                                FOREWORD
+
+
+After Harmar and St. Clair had been disastrously defeated by the Indians
+in the Old Northwest Territory, President Washington appointed General
+Anthony Wayne to reorganize the American forces, to subdue the savages,
+and to protect the scattered white settlements along the frontier.
+Wayne’s campaign culminated in his decisive victory at the Battle of
+Fallen Timbers on August 20, 1794. General Wayne then marched his men
+westward to the headwaters of the Maumee at the junction of the St.
+Mary’s and St. Joseph rivers. Here, on ground commanding the adjacent
+area, a fort was constructed and named Fort Wayne in his honor. If
+Wayne’s campaign had failed, settlement in this section might have been
+indefinitely delayed, and our city might be known by another name.
+
+The following biographical sketch of Anthony Wayne was written by
+Randolph C. Downes. It was published in 1936 by Charles Scribner’s Sons
+in the DICTIONARY OF AMERICAN BIOGRAPHY, volume nineteen. Both the
+American Council of Learned Societies, the copyright holder, and the
+publisher have graciously accorded permission to reproduce the article
+in its entirety. The portraiture, the best brief biography of Wayne, has
+been reprinted verbatim; citations and bibliography have been omitted.
+
+The Boards and the Staff of the Public Library of Fort Wayne and Allen
+County present this publication in the hope that the life of the founder
+of Fort Wayne will prove entertaining and informative to library
+patrons.
+
+
+Anthony Wayne (Jan. 1, 1745-Dec. 15, 1796), soldier, was born at
+Waynesboro, Pa., the only son of Isaac and Elizabeth (Iddings) Wayne.
+Isaac Wayne with his father Anthony Wayne, of English ancestry,
+emigrated from Ireland and about 1724 settled in Chester County, Pa.,
+where he acquired some 500 acres of land and a thriving tannery. At the
+age of sixteen the boy attended a private academy kept by his uncle,
+Gilbert Wayne, in Philadelphia, where he is said to have been more
+proficient in feats of mock warfare, suggested no doubt by the Indian
+wars in progress, than in his classroom subjects. He learned enough
+mathematics to qualify as a surveyor, with some further application
+after he left school two years later. In 1765 he was sent by a
+Philadelphia land company to supervise the surveying and settlement of
+100,000 acres of land in Nova Scotia. On Mar. 25, 1766, after the
+venture had failed, he returned to Pennsylvania and married Mary
+Penrose, the daughter of Bartholomew Penrose, a Philadelphia merchant.
+They had two children. He went to live on his father’s estate and took
+charge of the tannery. In 1774 his father died, and Anthony succeeded to
+the ownership of a profitable establishment that provided him a very
+comfortable competence. He was of medium height, had a handsome,
+well-proportioned face with a slightly aquiline nose and high forehead.
+His hair was dark, his eyes dark brown and penetrating, giving to his
+face a very animated appearance.
+
+During the early Revolutionary movement he was chairman of the committee
+appointed in the county on July 13, 1774, to frame the resolutions of
+protest against the coercive acts of the British government. He was
+later made chairman of the county committee appointed to supervise the
+carrying out of the association drawn up by the first Continental
+Congress. He represented his county in the provincial assembly that met
+during 1775. On Jan. 3, 1776, he was appointed by Congress to be colonel
+of a Chester County regiment engaged in continental service, and as a
+soldier he served through the war. His youth and lack of formal training
+in the arts of war prevented him from being on friendly terms with many
+of his colleagues, and he had personal difficulties with St. Clair,
+Charles Lee, and James Wilkinson. Contemporaries agreed that he was
+impetuous, yet Alexander Graydon, who called his manner “fervid,”
+admitted that he could “fight as well as brag.” Washington admitted his
+bravery and his self-possession in battle but feared his impetuousness,
+when, seventeen years later, he chose him to lead the army against the
+northwestern Indians. In the spring of 1776 he was sent with the
+Pennsylvania brigade commanded by Gen. William Thompson to reinforce the
+faltering Canadian expedition. When the Pennsylvanians met the
+retreating remnants of Montgomery’s army at the mouth of the Sorel
+River, they were sent down the St. Lawrence to attack what was thought
+to be the advance guard of the British army at Three Rivers. It turned
+out to be the main army numbering 3,000, and Wayne, whose regiment was
+in the front of the attack, found himself sustaining a hot exchange with
+the enemy in order to cover the retreat of his outnumbered countrymen to
+Fort Ticonderoga. He was placed in command of the garrison of over two
+thousand men there and had his first taste of wretched provisioning, of
+sickness, starvation, and mutiny.
+
+On Feb. 21, 1777, he was appointed to the rank of brigadier-general and
+was called, on Apr. 12, to join Washington at Morristown, N. J., and to
+take command of the Pennsylvania line. After a season of training and
+drill his division took an active part in resisting the British in their
+campaign against Philadelphia. In the battle of Brandywine on Sept. 11,
+1777, he occupied the center of the defense opposing the British at
+their main point of crossing. He was obliged to retreat when the
+American right was flanked by Cornwallis, who crossed the creek higher
+up. When Washington then withdrew to the north of the Schuylkill, he
+sent Wayne to circle around the rear of the British and to surprise and
+destroy their baggage train. Wayne, however, was himself surprised and,
+in the battle of Paoli, Sept. 20, received a drubbing. Being accused of
+negligence in this action, he demanded a court martial and was
+acquitted. Rejoining Washington, he played a conspicuous part in the
+battle of Germantown, on Oct. 4, leading a spirited and almost
+victorious attack, but was forced back, when difficulties in the rear
+turned the victory into confusion and defeat. He wintered with
+Washington at Valley Forge and led the advance attack against the
+British at the battle of Monmouth on June 28, 1788.
+
+    [Illustration: leading an attack in the battle of Germantown]
+
+In a reorganization of the army late in 1778, he was transferred to the
+command of a separate corps of Continental light infantry. This corps,
+under his leadership, on July 16, 1779, captured by surprise the
+garrison at Stony Point, the northernmost British post on the Hudson.
+Over five hundred prisoners, fifteen cannon, and some valuable stores
+were taken. For his conduct in this affair Congress ordered a medal to
+be struck and presented to him. Early in 1780 he led some desultory
+movements against the British on the lower Hudson, aimed to embarrass
+their collecting of supplies and cattle and to alleviate the attacks
+being made on Connecticut. When Arnold attempted to deliver West Point
+to the British on Sept. 25, 1780, Wayne’s prompt movement to that post
+prevented a British occupation. After the Pennsylvania line mutinied in
+December 1780, Wayne was instrumental in presenting the soldiers’
+demands for pay and release to Congress and in getting Congress to
+redress their grievances. In the Yorktown campaign he was ordered south
+to serve under Lafayette, who was opposing Cornwallis on the lower James
+River. When Cornwallis withdrew from Williamsburg, Wayne was ordered to
+attack part of the British army that was mistakenly supposed to be
+separated from the rest. With some 800 men he attacked the British army
+of perhaps 5,000 at Green Spring, Va., on July 6, 1781, and, upon
+discovering the mistake, he led a charge into the British lines that
+deceived Cornwallis long enough to permit Wayne to extricate himself
+with only minor losses.
+
+After the British surrender at Yorktown, Wayne, serving under Gen.
+Nathanael Greene, was sent to oppose the British, Loyalist, and Indian
+hostiles in Georgia. He had the tact to divide the Indian opposition by
+spreading news of the American victory so that, when the Creek
+irreconcilables attacked his small force in May 1782, he was able to
+rout them. He negotiated treaties of submission with the Creek and
+Cherokee in the winter of 1782 and 1783. In 1783 he retired from active
+service as brevet major-general.
+
+    [Illustration: Wayne’s horse was shot by Indians in Georgia....]
+
+From 1783 to 1792 he was engaged in civil pursuits in which he was less
+fortunate than in military affairs. The state of Georgia conferred upon
+him an eight-hundred-acre rice plantation, and he borrowed the necessary
+capital to work it from Dutch creditors, who subsequently foreclosed on
+the lands. In politics he was a conservative; he had a militarist’s
+contempt for the radicals who took advantage of the revolt against Great
+Britain to fashion liberal constitutions like that of Pennsylvania,
+which he considered “not worth Defending.” During the war military
+affairs were his major consideration; but he said, “let us once be in a
+Condition to Vanquish these British Rebels and I answer for it that then
+your present Rulers will give way for better men which will produce
+better Measures.” Accordingly, as a member of the Pennsylvania council
+of censors in 1783, he favored the calling of a new constitutional
+convention. He was a representative of Chester County to the
+Pennsylvania General Assembly in 1784 and 1785. In 1787 he supported the
+new federal Constitution in the Pennsylvania ratifying convention. He
+was elected to Congress as a representative from Georgia and served from
+Mar. 4, 1791, to Mar. 21, 1792, when his seat was declared vacant
+because of irregularities in the election and in his residence
+qualification.
+
+    [Illustration: _Battle of Fallen Timbers_
+    _FROM THE ORIGINAL PAINTING BY CHAPPEL._]
+
+After the failure of Harmar and St. Clair to subdue the Indian tribes of
+the Wabash and Maumee rivers in 1791, Wayne was named by Washington as
+major-general in command of the rehabilitated American army. He was
+strongly opposed to the peace maneuvers of 1792 and 1793 but improved
+his time constructing a reliable military organization at his training
+camp at Legionville, Pa., and, later, near Fort Washington and Fort
+Jefferson in the Northwest Territory. On Aug. 20, 1794, he defeated the
+Indians at Fallen Timbers on the Maumee River near what is now Toledo,
+Ohio. This victory was the result of several factors. Wayne had far more
+resources at his command than had Harmar or St. Clair. He did not hazard
+an autumn campaign after he received news of the final failure of peace
+negotiations in August 1793. He was fortunate in that the Indians threw
+away their opportunity to isolate him, when they made a futile attack on
+Fort Recovery on June 29 and lost many discouraged tribesmen, who went
+home. He made every effort to avoid offending the British, thus robbing
+the Indians of the aid they fully expected in the moment of conflict.
+Finally, when the Indians had assembled at Fallen Timbers to fight, he
+delayed battle for three days. Therefore, when he attacked, a large part
+of the Indians were at a distance breaking their three-day fast, and the
+rest were in a half-starved condition. The complete submission and
+surrender at Greenville in August 1795 was made possible by Jay’s
+treaty, the British desertion of the Indians, and Wayne’s skill in
+convincing the tribesmen of the hopelessness of their cause without
+British support. He died at Presque Isle, now Erie, Pa., on his return
+from the occupation of the post of Detroit.
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+—Silently corrected a few typos.
+
+—Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook
+  is public-domain in the country of publication.
+
+—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by
+  _underscores_.
+
+
+
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+
+                   Diary of Captain John Cooke, 1794
+
+
+  Prepared by the Staff of the Public Library of Fort Wayne and Allen
+                                 County
+                                  1953
+
+
+One of a historical series, this pamphlet is published under the
+direction of the governing Boards of the Public Library of Fort Wayne
+and Allen County.
+
+           BOARD OF TRUSTEES OF THE SCHOOL CITY OF FORT WAYNE
+
+  B. F. Geyer, President
+  Joseph E. Kramer, Secretary
+  W. Page Yarnelle, Treasurer
+  Willard Shambaugh
+  Mrs. Sadie Fulk Roehrs
+
+                 PUBLIC LIBRARY BOARD FOR ALLEN COUNTY
+
+The members of this Board include the members of the Board of Trustees
+of the School City of Fort Wayne (with the same officers), together with
+the following citizens chosen from Allen County outside the corporate
+city of Fort Wayne:
+
+  James E. Graham
+  Arthur Niemeier
+  Mrs. Glenn Henderson
+  Mrs. Charles Reynolds
+
+
+
+
+                                FOREWORD
+
+
+Primary source materials relating to General Wayne’s sojourn at Fort
+Wayne are scarce. Extracts from the diary of one of his captains were
+published in the FORT WAYNE GAZETTE eighty years ago.
+
+The Boards and the Staff of the Public Library of Fort Wayne and Allen
+County reprint these extracts in the hope that they will be interesting
+and informative to students of local history. Grammar, spelling, and
+punctuation have been changed to conform to current usage.
+
+                                                Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
+                                                              June, 1873
+
+To the Editors of the GAZETTE:
+
+The following extracts from the journal of Captain John Cooke of the
+Fourth Sublegion of General Wayne’s army will be of interest to your
+antiquary (if Fort Wayne is old enough to boast of antiquities), since
+it contains the earliest market quotations of your city, notices of the
+first sermons preached there, etc.
+
+Captain Cooke was a son of Colonel William Cooke, Twelfth Pennsylvania
+Regiment of the Continental Establishment; he entered the legal
+profession, which he later abandoned for that of arms. He afterward
+lived and died at Northumberland Town, Pennsylvania.
+
+His son, Jacob Cooke, Esq., is the possessor of this journal, which is
+written in a very scholarly hand and with great observance of details,
+most of which I have omitted as of no interest to the general reader. In
+the summer of 1792, Captain Cooke returned with General Wayne; with a
+party of officers on furlough to Philadelphia, he was personally
+introduced by General Wayne to General Washington. His fellow-officers
+accompanied him to a fashionable boarding school in Philadelphia. There,
+in his battle-stained clothes, he married his cousin, Jennie Cooke of
+Lancaster, Pennsylvania.
+
+                                                            John B. Linn
+
+
+September 17, 1794
+
+At 6:00 a.m. the army marched thirteen or fourteen miles to the Miami
+villages. We halted more than two hours near the ground where a part of
+Harmar’s army was defeated and directly opposite the point formed by the
+St. Joseph and the St. Mary’s rivers, until the ground was
+reconnoitered. It was late when the army crossed and encamped; our tents
+were not all pitched before dark.
+
+
+September 18, 1794
+
+Strong breastworks were ordered thrown up; since timber was very scarce,
+we were obliged to make them of earth. Four deserters came into camp
+from the British garrison.
+
+
+September 19, 1794
+
+Heavy rains and violent windstorms lasted throughout the night. The men
+still continued to work at the breastworks until 10:00 a.m.; then they
+were obliged to quit because of heavy rain. An express arrived from
+General Barbie informing us of his approach and stating that he would be
+here tomorrow. We began to build a fish dam across the Miami [Maumee].
+
+
+September 20, 1794
+
+The night was stormy with frequent, hard claps of thunder. General
+Barbie arrived with his command and brought provisions for the army;
+several private stores were brought to camp with this command. Current
+prices are as follows: mutton and beef, 25 cents; bacon, 75 cents;
+sugar, coffee, and chocolate, $1 per pound; butter, 75 cents; whisky, $8
+per gallon; cheese, $1 per pound.
+
+    [Illustration: “The sermon was delivered by Rev. David Jones”]
+
+
+September 21, 1794 (Sunday)
+
+General Todd’s brigade of volunteers started for Greenville this
+morning. Under his command and direction were all the quartermaster’s
+and contractor’s horses, for the purpose of conducting our supplies. We
+attended divine service; the sermon was delivered by Rev. David Jones,
+chaplain. Mr. Jones chose for his text, Romans 8:31: “But what shall we
+then say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?” This
+was the first time the army had been called together for the purpose of
+attending divine service since I joined it. [Rev. David Jones was
+Wayne’s chaplain during the Revolution. He served also as chaplain
+during the War of 1812. A copy of the sermon, preached from the same
+text at Ticonderoga, will be found in Lossing’s PICTORIAL FIELD-BOOK OF
+THE REVOLUTION, volume 2; a biographical sketch is also included.
+Horatio Gates Jones, Esq., the distinguished lawyer of Philadelphia, is
+a grandson of this chaplain.]
+
+
+September 22, 1794
+
+Two hundred men were ordered to cut timber and to prepare to raise a
+garrison. The ground laid out for the garrison is on the south side of
+the Maumee River, nearly opposite the confluence of the St. Mary’s and
+St. Joseph rivers. Three men deserted from the First Sublegion. Today
+the men began to draw full rations of flour, which had been stopped for
+some time.
+
+
+September 26, 1794
+
+No salt is available. I received a letter from Lieutenant Lee at Fort
+Defiance. He informs me that eleven men have actually deserted; and
+eight more are missing—either killed, deserted, or taken; the total
+rises to twenty-one, all since the thirteenth of this month. Miller, one
+of our spies, brought word that he had discovered an Indian and the
+trail of fourteen or fifteen more. A party of Kentucky volunteers was
+immediately dispatched after them and overtook them at sundown; but
+before they could complete their preparations for attack, the Indians
+had discovered them and had escaped unharmed. The fish basket is nearly
+completed.
+
+
+September 27, 1794
+
+Large hailstones fell during a heavy hailstorm, which lasted ten
+minutes.
+
+
+September 28, 1794 (Sunday)
+
+A man deserted from Captain Thompson’s company, now commanded by Captain
+Bines. This desertion seems somewhat extraordinary after McClellan’s
+[Robert McClellan, or McClelland, afterwards a famous trapper of the
+Rocky Mountains and immortalized in Washington Irving’s ASTORIA] report
+to the commander that he had, in accordance with orders, killed one of
+the deserters he was sent after and had seen two more who were killed
+and scalped. The contractors are out of beef and bread, and not a grain
+of salt is to be had. Major Price arrived bringing with him one hundred
+fifty bullocks. He informed me that four or five waiters, who had been
+sent for stores for officers, and who had preceded the escort, were
+killed about five miles from Greenville. Nelly Bundy was taken at the
+same time.
+
+
+September 29, 1794
+
+A heavy rain began at 4:00 p.m. The storm, accompanied with thunder and
+a whirlwind, blew down the top of a very large tree within a few steps
+of General Wayne’s marquee.
+
+
+October 2, 1794
+
+General Barbie, with his brigade of volunteers, was ordered to
+Greenville to escort our provisions. This raised great confusion among
+the volunteers, who had expected a discharge in accordance with the
+promise made to them some time before.
+
+
+October 6, 1794
+
+One hundred militiamen turned out voluntarily to work on the garrison.
+
+
+October 7, 1794
+
+A boat was built by the artificers and was launched. Mr. Tharp, the
+principal artificer, told me it would carry twenty-five barrels of
+flour.
+
+
+October 9, 1794
+
+A blockhouse on the bank of the river was begun today. The boat which
+was launched yesterday was loaded with salt and whisky for Fort Defiance
+but had not gone one mile before she was run upon a rock and sunk. The
+stores were all saved. McClellan, with six or seven spies, started up
+the St. Joseph River, intending to be gone for five days. The volunteers
+worked one half-day at the blockhouse.
+
+    [Illustration: “... a French trader ... brought with him three
+    prisoners....”]
+
+An express arrived this evening with the intelligence that Mr. Elliot,
+the contractor, was fired upon and was killed while traveling between
+Fort Washington [now Cincinnati] and Fort Hamilton.
+
+
+October 13, 1794
+
+A French trader, whose brother we took in the action of August 21,
+arrived in camp and brought with him three prisoners to exchange for his
+brother. One of them was a young girl of about thirteen years, who was
+taken near the Muskingum River about three years ago. Her
+brother-in-law, who is now among the Kentucky volunteers, called upon
+the commander and got her.
+
+The trader said that there had been fourteen hundred Indians in action
+on August 20; thirty-three were killed and seventy-six were wounded; the
+chiefs were then all in Detroit in council; Captains Brandt, Elliott,
+and G. Simcoe were with them; McKee’s son was killed in the action as
+well as five other white men; all the nations except the Shawnee are for
+peace.
+
+The other two prisoners were soldiers who were taken at the time Lowry
+was defeated. Four hundred Chippewa, awaiting the arrival of our army,
+accompanied the fourteen hundred mentioned above; but they got impatient
+and went home. The letter, written by White Eyes [sic] to General Wayne
+demanding ten days, was an endeavor to gain time to get the four hundred
+Chippewa back. Fifteen of the warriors—five chiefs and ten warriors—were
+Ottawa. The Indians, stationed between us and the British garrison [Fort
+Campbell], watch for our deserters, whom they carry into the garrison
+and sell to the British for twenty-five pounds. Those who will not
+enlist when they are purchased are put to hard labor with the
+wheelbarrow. One of our men who deserted from Defiance was pursued,
+brought back, immediately tried by court-martial, and executed.
+
+    [Illustration: “... and executed....”]
+
+
+October 17, 1794
+
+A boat forty feet long by twelve feet wide, built upon the Kentucky
+plan, was launched today. It was built for the purpose of carrying
+provisions down the Miami from here to Fort Defiance. The garrison is
+still far from being finished. [The Maumee River is noted on maps of
+1794 and previous maps as the Upper Miami River.]
+
+
+October 19, 1794 (Sunday)
+
+At ten o’clock church call was beat. The troops fell in and marched by
+platoons out of the square to the front of the garrison, where a
+discourse on Romans 13:1 was delivered by Mr. Jones, chaplain.
+
+
+October 21, 1794
+
+Fatigue duty was discontinued by a general order which detailed the
+companies to remain in the garrison. Lieutenant Colonel Hamtramck was to
+command the companies of Captains Kingsbury, Spark, Preston, Greaton,
+and Reed; Captain Porter, of artillery; Subalterns Strong, Bradley,
+Brady, Campbell, Wright, and Massey. Lieutenant Wade was assigned duty
+as fort major.
+
+
+October 22, 1794
+
+Colonel Hamtramck marched the troops to the garrison at 7:00 a.m. After
+a discharge of fifteen guns, he named the fort by a garrison order,
+“Fort Wayne.” He then marched his command into it.
+
+Captain Kibby, with his company of spies, was directed to proceed up the
+St. Mary’s River to Fort Adams to ascertain the situation of the river
+with respect to navigation. He took with him the canoe and three days’
+provisions.
+
+
+October 25, 1794
+
+Captain Kibby sent back an express informing the general of the
+impossibility of navigating the St. Mary’s River. He begged permission
+to return but was peremptorily ordered to continue to Fort Adams.
+
+
+October 27, 1794
+
+At 11:00 a.m. the army proceeded on the line of march on General
+Harmar’s trace; after four and one-half miles we came to a large swamp.
+At about 3:00 p.m. we heard the discharge of several cannons in our
+rear; the firing was generally supposed to be at a dinner given by
+Colonel Hamtramck for the officers of the garrison. We encamped at 4:00
+p.m. after marching eight and one-half miles.
+
+
+October 28, 1794
+
+We marched sixteen miles very rapidly and halted by a small stream of
+water.
+
+
+October 29, 1794
+
+Marching twelve miles, we reached the St. Mary’s River at 3:00 p.m. We
+crossed the river and encamped at one of General Harmar’s camps.
+Formerly a Frenchman by the name of La Source [sic] lived here. The
+woods on the north side of the St. Mary’s River is very thick.
+
+    [Illustration: “... and after three cheers ...”]
+
+
+October 30, 1794
+
+We marched at sunrise; after thick woods for a mile and a half, we
+entered an open, extensive prairie through which we marched four miles
+and struck General Wayne’s trace from Recovery, Ohio, to the St. Mary’s
+River. The prairie is, I judge, five miles long and four miles wide. We
+continued our march up the St. Mary’s River for Girty’s Town, ten miles
+away. Captain Kibby reported very unfavorably with regard to the
+navigation of the river; he said it may do for canoes or pirogues in
+high water.
+
+
+October 31, 1794
+
+The army fortified a camp and remained in it all day.
+
+
+November 1, 1794
+
+Starting before sunrise, we marched through some old Indian towns until
+we struck Hartshorne’s road; we then cut from Greenville to Girty’s
+Town. By rapid marching to the sixteen-mile tree, we made twenty-one
+miles today.
+
+
+November 2, 1794 (Sunday)
+
+After an early start and seven miles of rapid marching, we came to a
+bridge built by Major Hughes. The whole legion crossed and traveled
+three miles, halted, and were refreshed. In two hours we marched six
+miles to Greenville; after the discharge of several guns and after three
+cheers, the men were assigned to their respective huts, which we found
+very much out of repair.
+
+
+November 3, 1794
+
+Lieutenant Brady arrived at Greenville with a command from Fort Wayne.
+[This was General Hugh Brady, who died at Detroit some years ago.]
+
+
+November 5, 1794
+
+General Wilkinson, Colonel Strong, Doctor General Allison [sic], Captain
+Fort, and others, escorted by Lieutenant Brady and his command, started
+for Fort Washington. [These were all old Revolutionary War Hawks. Doctor
+Allison was surgeon of General Potter’s brigade during the Revolution;
+General Wilkinson and General Gates were adjutant generals at Saratoga.]
+
+
+FORT WAYNE GAZETTE, June 17, 1873
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+—Silently corrected a few typos.
+
+—Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook
+  is public-domain in the country of publication.
+
+—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by
+  _underscores_.
+
+
+
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+
+               Fighting an alien champ was always risky
+            business for an Earthman. So Filmore decided he
+            might pick up a pointer or two before the big--
+
+                        Slaughter On Dornel IV
+
+                           By Ivar Jorgensen
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
+                              April 1957
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Larry Filmore stared at his beer and mentally roasted his fight manager
+for the fiftieth time. Human beings were supposed to be the toughest
+race that the Galaxy had ever spawned, but as a fighter, Larry didn't
+put too much faith in the theory. He had fought a good many races
+throughout the Galaxy, and, although he had always come out the winner,
+he had plenty of scars to show for it.
+
+He looked around the bar. It was full of various beings, none of them
+human except himself.
+
+_What am I doing here?_ he asked himself. _I'm sitting in a cheap
+little bar on Dornel IV, waiting for a Dornellian fighter to kill me
+tomorrow._
+
+But there was no way out of it, Filmore thought bitterly. Blackmer,
+his manager, had the whole thing sewed up. Larry had found out, three
+months before, that Blackmer was cheating him--but that had been too
+late. According to the contract, Larry had to finish the season or go
+to prison. If he quit, he would, according to the law, be cheating his
+manager.
+
+On the other hand, if he got killed during the battle, his entire check
+would go to Blackmer.
+
+So Blackmer had done the smart thing--for him. He had lined up Larry
+with Fornax Kedrin, the champion of Dornel.
+
+The Dornellians were big--eight feet high, with fingers that ended
+in razor-sharp claws. Of course, Larry would be provided with steel
+extensions on his fingers, but they wouldn't help much; Larry had never
+learned to use them. Fornax Kedrin would kill him in the first round.
+
+Larry took another sip of his beer and stared forlornly at the bar.
+With his fingers, he traced meaningless designs in the moisture left by
+the cold glass.
+
+Maybe he was taking the coward's way out--but it was the only way he
+could see. Better a live coward, he thought, than a dead hero.
+
+"Another beer, bartender," he called, finishing the one he held.
+
+"Coming up, Earthman."
+
+The beer arrived and he took a sip. Training? The hell with it, he
+thought happily. He was going to get himself completely stewed tonight.
+Live high, die young, and have a good-looking corpse.
+
+Or maybe it would be better simply to get aboard a spaceship and try to
+get away. Maybe the Interstellar Police would never find him.
+
+He shook his head dismally. That wouldn't work, either. Nothing would
+work.
+
+If only he'd had some practice fighting a Dornellian!
+
+He reached out for his beer, not noticing that someone had taken the
+vacant seat next to him. His elbow collided with a glass. The glass
+tipped, pouring a green, bubbling liquor all over the Dornellian
+sitting next to him.
+
+"Stupid Earthman!" snapped the Dornellian contemptuously. "A clumsy
+beast like you shouldn't be allowed to enter a public place!"
+
+With one hairy paw, the Dornellian shoved against Larry's shoulder,
+intending to push him off the bar stool.
+
+Larry moved back, more in astonishment than anything else. He hadn't
+known that Dornellians had any particular prejudice against Earthmen,
+but there was unmistakable racial hatred in the alien's voice. He put
+out his hand to the bar and stopped himself from falling off the stool.
+
+"What's the idea of that?" Larry growled. "That was an accident, and--"
+
+"Are you trying to argue with me? Here is the rest of the drink!" The
+Dornellian laughed and heaved the remaining contents of the glass in
+Larry's face.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A blinding tide of red fury washed over Larry. Without thinking,
+reacting purely by instinct, he lashed out at the Dornellian.
+
+His fist didn't contact; it was blocked by the heavy forearm of his
+opponent. A hand raked out at Larry, a hand with six fingers, each of
+which was tipped with long, cutting talons. Larry moved his head aside
+barely in time. The talons raked across his cheek, drawing blood. If he
+hadn't ducked, the cut would have ripped his throat open.
+
+The Dornellian's other hand slashed out. Larry blocked it with his own
+arm and sent a hard left to the midsection of the eight-foot monster.
+
+The Dornellian backed away, snarling. The fight was on for real, now.
+"Little Earthman, I'm going to kill you!"
+
+He leaped in suddenly, and his fist smashed against Larry's face. Larry
+rolled with the blow, but it brought the taste of blood to his mouth.
+
+His feet moving fast, the Earthman bobbed back away from the giant.
+He felt a glow of pleasure within himself. Here was his chance to
+practice a little with a Dornellian! What better training was there for
+a championship bout than a barroom brawl? He had to watch out for those
+claws though--those deadly razors that sprouted from the Dornellian's
+fingertips.
+
+Two other Dornellians started to move in, but an Aldebaranian--a huge
+reptilian beast, slow-moving but powerful--stepped in front of them.
+
+"Keep back," he hissed, in his snakelike voice. "This is a personal
+quarrel."
+
+Larry heard an Arcturian spider-man click his mandibles together and
+whisper: "Yes, let the Earthman fight it out by himself."
+
+Larry wasn't too worried. He had fought to the death on half a hundred
+planets, and hadn't been killed yet. An ordinary Dornellian didn't
+bother him much. He moved in confidently for the knockout.
+
+His fist lashed out, but his opponent was even faster. Larry connected
+with nothing but empty air, and the Dornellian's claws raked down his
+side as the other hand slammed against the side of his head.
+
+Dazed, Larry danced back. His arm was dripping blood, and his head felt
+groggy and heavy.
+
+The Dornellian threw a left jab, and Larry blocked it with his own left
+arm. But the giant had done something unexpected. Instead of striking
+with his closed fist, he had suddenly extended his fingers. The sharp
+claws stabbed deep into the muscle of the Earthman's forearm, sending a
+wave of pain to his shoulder.
+
+Again Larry backed away, his arm aching from the wounds. Quickly, he
+reversed his direction and stepped back in. This time, he used a kick
+but the Dornellian sidestepped. The toe of Larry's boot caught his hip.
+Cursing, the Dornellian closed in.
+
+He punched a hand forward, claws extended. Larry stepped to one side
+and grabbed the hairy wrist. Using the giant's strength and weight
+to his own advantage, he propelled the monster across the room,
+slamming him up against the bar. Then he leaped forward to smash in the
+Dornellian's ribcage with his heavy boots.
+
+He was not quick enough. The giant rolled aside and sprang to his feet.
+Snarling viciously, he advanced toward the Earthman.
+
+One hand came down in a hard, chopping blow. Larry managed to fend
+it off, but the Dornellian's other hand slugged into the pit of his
+stomach.
+
+Weak with pain, Larry staggered back. He aimed a kick at the alien's
+shin, and it connected hard. Taking advantage of his opportunity, Larry
+stepped in. His heel came down on the Dornellian's toes at the same
+time that his fist slammed into the bristly jaw.
+
+The giant reeled backwards, his taloned hand slashing through the air.
+He regained his balance and came forward again, but this time Larry was
+ready for him.
+
+The Dornellian stepped square into a blow to the stomach.
+
+Oddly enough, it didn't seem to bother him much. Then Larry remembered
+that the Dornellian nervous system wasn't much like an Earthman's; the
+nerves just weren't in the same places.
+
+But where were they? Again he cursed Blackmer. The manager hadn't told
+him anything about Dornellians, had let him sign for the fight with
+Fornax Kedrin even though it would be sheer murder.
+
+_Well_, Larry thought somberly, _I'll learn tonight. If I ever get out
+of this bar alive._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He took a deep breath and glanced at the giant, who had recovered from
+Larry's onslaught. The Dornellian stepped in with a fast one-two--a
+rake across the face with his left and a smash to the heart with his
+right.
+
+The claws to his face alerted Larry for the blow to the heart;
+he stepped back just enough to avoid being really hurt. But the
+Dornellian's talons had raked his forehead, cutting in deeply. Blood
+was pouring down over his eyes.
+
+He took a quick look around the bar. The customers were gathered in
+a ring and were watching the contest wide-eyed, as if they were in
+fifty-credit ringside seats.
+
+The Dornellian still looked relatively unscratched, while Larry knew he
+looked as though he'd rolled over a barbed-wire fence. But in spite of
+the blood, Larry had finally gotten the measure of his opponent. The
+eight-foot giant weighed close to five hundred pounds; his mass was too
+great for him to be able to handle his body rapidly, no matter how
+fast his reflexes were.
+
+Larry moved in again. He planted a hard right directly in the giant's
+throat--there _had_ to be nerves there. The Dornellian gagged and
+dropped his head. Larry smiled and slammed his fist into the giant's
+rib cage, doubling him up even more. He could almost hear the crowd
+cheering now as he moved in for the kill.
+
+He sucked in his breath and lifted one foot from the floor. His right
+fist came up from his knees, gaining speed as it rose. Like a hammer,
+it crashed into the hairy jaw of the Dornellian, and Larry could feel
+bone splintering against his knuckles.
+
+Like an oak with rotten roots, the great Dornellian toppled to the
+floor. He landed with a crash that seemed to shake the building.
+
+Larry stood over the fallen giant for a moment, catching his breath,
+wondering when the referee was going to start the count. Then he
+realized there wasn't going to be any count. There wasn't any referee.
+
+His arms were quivering, and his face was dripping with blood. He
+turned away, mopping his face clean, and started to pick up his
+unfinished beer when the wailing of sirens echoed through the bar.
+
+Police! Someone had called the Dornellian police!
+
+The Arcturian spider-man sidled up to him. "Well done, Earthman," he
+said in his whispering voice. "Come with me; I have a car outside."
+Without another word, the Arcturian scuttled toward the door.
+
+Larry paused for a fraction of a second before making up his mind. As
+well trust the Arcturian as anyone; if the police caught him, his life
+wouldn't be worth a counterfeit credit.
+
+No one tried to stop him as he ran out the door.
+
+The Arcturian's car was waiting just outside. Larry climbed in, and the
+spider-man slammed one of his many feet down on the accelerator. The
+car shot off into the night, its turboelectric engine humming smoothly.
+
+"Well, Earthman," said the grating, whispering voice, "You made hash
+out of the Dornellian. Frankly, I was surprised."
+
+"So was I," Larry said. "I don't know why I'm bothering to run away.
+All they'll have to do is pick me up at my hotel."
+
+The Arcturian chuckled dryly. "No. I don't think anyone recognized you.
+Don't forget that all Earthmen look alike to other beings. The only
+reason I knew who you were is that I'm a fan of yours. I was glad to
+see you beat that Dornellian, believe me."
+
+"Thanks," Larry said. "But it's not going to do me any good when I get
+into the ring against Fornax Kedrin. If an ordinary Dornellian citizen
+puts up a fight like that, what am I going to do against a professional
+boxer?"
+
+The Arcturian laughed again. "Just get in there and fight, Filmore. You
+can handle him. I'm sure you can."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The car pulled up before the hotel where Larry and his manager were
+staying, and Larry got out. The Arcturian waved to him and drove off.
+
+Wearily, Larry dragged himself inside and into the elevator.
+
+"Seventeen, please."
+
+"Yes, sir, Mr. Filmore," said the Dornellian elevator boy.
+
+He pushed open the door to his room and dropped on the bed, dead tired.
+He didn't dare look in the mirror; he was afraid to see what a mess the
+Dornellian had made out of his face, which hadn't been any too neat
+before.
+
+"Blackmer?" he called.
+
+There was no answer. The manager was not around. Larry got up, looked
+bleary-eyed into the other room, and, seeing no one, dropped off into
+a deep sleep. His last thought before he blacked out was that he'd get
+into the ring and do his best. He'd already beaten _one_ Dornellian;
+how tough could Fornax Kedrin be? And what did it matter anyway? He
+was bound to get killed sooner or later anyway. That was the unspoken
+assumption every fighter operated under.
+
+When he awoke the following morning, he didn't feel quite so certain
+about things. The brawl the night before had taken a terrific toll on
+his nervous system, and he knew that he'd be butchered if he stepped
+into the ring with the Dornellian champ. He was in no condition to
+fight.
+
+"Blackmer? You here?"
+
+The manager's bed had been slept in, but there was no sign of him.
+Larry groped for the house phone, grabbed it, spoke into it. "Do you
+know where Mr. Blackmer is?"
+
+"He's in the bar, sir," said the switchboard boy. "Do you want me to
+call him for you?"
+
+"Yes, please."
+
+A moment later, Larry heard the manager's harsh voice. "Blackmer here.
+Who's calling?"
+
+"This is Larry. I'm ready for that fight, Blackmer," he said, hoping
+he'd have the strength to go through with it. "And after I get through
+with the Dornellian, I'm going to knock your teeth in. This is my last
+fight for you."
+
+"Now Larry," Blackmer said. "Don't be hasty. I--"
+
+"Shut up! We're quits! I may get killed in that ring, but I'll fight
+just this once and--"
+
+"What? Haven't you heard? The fight's off!"
+
+Larry blinked in astonishment. "How would I have heard?"
+
+"I thought the news was all over. That's why I didn't bother to wake
+you. Fornax Kedrin is in the hospital. He got his jaw broken in a bar
+brawl last night. Nobody knows who did it. But I got another bout lined
+up on Domerang VI with--"
+
+"Skip it," Larry said. "I'll discuss it with you some other time."
+
+Larry slowly dropped the receiver back on the hook. He grinned. And
+then he began to laugh.
+
+
+
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+
+
+               It wasn't that Kroll enjoyed watching the
+            traitors broken in body and spirit. But why did
+            they keep insisting they were innocent before--
+
+                            The Inquisitor
+
+                          By Randall Garrett
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
+                             December 1956
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+When Conway Kroll reached his office that morning, there were three
+prisoners waiting to be interrogated. He smiled coldly at the sight of
+them, standing in the large bare room awaiting their fate.
+
+"Good morning," he said, with steely politeness. "My name is Kroll.
+It is my job to conduct the interrogation to which you three will be
+subjected today."
+
+One of the three--a tall, youthful-looking man--glared up at him
+bitterly. "Interrogation? _Torture_, you mean!"
+
+Kroll brought his eyes to rest on the man who had spoken slowly, almost
+scornfully. "You have the wrong idea completely, my friend. It is
+necessary to persuade you to divulge certain facts. The State requires
+it of you. If you refuse--" He gestured sadly--"we must compel you.
+But you are all so determined to make things hard for us. I don't
+_want_ to hurt you, you know."
+
+"But you _will_ hurt us," said another of the prisoners. She was a
+girl, no more than twenty, slim and darkhaired. Even in the dreary
+prison garb, thought Kroll, she retained her beauty. "You're going to
+torture us!"
+
+Kroll shrugged: "I repeat: I don't want to."
+
+He looked at his watch. "Come; we are wasting time, and the Inquisitor
+is waiting. Miss Horniman, you must be first."
+
+The girl shrank back behind the bitter-eyed young man. The third
+prisoner, a resigned-looking, balding man of fifty or so, did not
+change his expression.
+
+"Take me first," the man said. "Leave her alone."
+
+Again Kroll shrugged. "The Inquisitor would like Miss Horniman first,
+Mr. Leslie. This is the preferred order, and this is the order that
+will be."
+
+A guard stepped forward and shoved the sobbing girl up and ahead,
+toward the door. The man named Leslie clashed his manacles impotently
+together and spat. "Butchers! Torturers!"
+
+"Please, Mr. Leslie," Kroll said gently, a pained expression on his
+face. "You make our job even harder than it is."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He followed the girl into the adjoining room, where the Inquisitor was
+waiting. The Interrogation Chamber was an immense rectangular room with
+concrete floor and bleak white walls, in the center of which stood the
+Inquisitor.
+
+"Good morning, Kroll," the Inquisitor said. Its metallic voice rattled
+and boomed in the big room. In the depths of the machine, relays
+clicked and hummed. Kroll bowed to it, and the Inquisitor responded
+with a gesture of a prolonged metal arm. "The first prisoner, Kroll."
+
+"Miss Florence Horniman," Kroll said. "Accused of treason against the
+State. Denies charge."
+
+"How do you plead?" the machine asked coldly.
+
+"Not guilty," stammered the girl.
+
+Two huge metal arms extended from the Inquisitor's sides and folded
+around her. They drew her across the room to the bosom of the robot.
+"Feed in the data, Kroll."
+
+At the signal, Kroll slipped in the tape on the girl. A moment passed
+while the Inquisitor digested the data, and then: "The plea of not
+guilty is rejected as invalid."
+
+"You can't just do that!" the girl said. "That's my plea!"
+
+"Not valid in view of the evidence," said the Inquisitor. Kroll smiled
+distantly. He had seen this scene repeated, over and over, almost
+every day for the ten years he had held the post. He wrapped his
+blue-and-gold Interrogator's cloak around himself impressively and
+stepped forward.
+
+"You are accused of treason against the State," Kroll said sonorously.
+"But it is my duty to inform you that your sentence may be mitigated
+upon your delivering us certain information--about leaders of your
+movement, future plans, location of your party cell, and so forth."
+
+Florence Horniman's eyes flashed brightly. "I won't tell you anything!"
+
+"Perhaps I did not make myself clear," Kroll said. He repeated his
+offer.
+
+"The answer is still no!"
+
+Kroll sighed. "Very well," he said. A third hand slid from the
+Inquisitor's body and a needle-thin finger traced a line down the
+girl's bare arm. A bloody trickle appeared.
+
+She began to sob again. Kroll stepped closer and lifted her head. "Why
+must you hold out?" he asked. "Why don't you speak?"
+
+Still silence. The finger rose again and sliced lightly across her
+cheek.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"All right, take her away," Kroll said when twenty minutes had passed.
+The Inquisitor was humming merrily, busily taping the data that had
+been extracted from the girl and feeding it to the main computers
+downstairs. They would integrate it and notify the State Police. It was
+a smooth-functioning system.
+
+The bloody thing that had been Florence Horniman was led away by
+a guard, and the next prisoner led in. It was the middle-aged man,
+Chester Wengrove.
+
+"Get your hands off me," he snapped to the guard as he was shoved into
+the room. "You have no right to--"
+
+"Unfortunately, as a representative of the State he has every right,"
+Kroll said calmly. He fed Wengrove's tape to the Inquisitor. The trial
+proceeded.
+
+Wengrove was stubborn; it took half an hour to break him down at all,
+but when he did speak he sang freely, giving data on his cell of the
+Movement.
+
+"Very good," the Inquisitor said when Wengrove finally coughed and said
+he knew no more. "You are completely exonerated from the charge of
+treason, in view of the information you have given."
+
+The eyes in the bloody face lit up. "I'm free, you mean?"
+
+"Unfortunately, no," the Inquisitor said. "Because of your danger
+to the State, you must be kept in Quarantine Camp, along with other
+diseased former members of society, until such time as we are able to
+clear your mind of its confusion. But you will not be punished."
+
+"I won't be punished?" Wengrove repeated mindlessly.
+
+"When the Inquisitor says something, it means it," Kroll said. "Take
+him away."
+
+The next prisoner was Neil Leslie. He strode into the Inquisitor's
+Chamber without having to be pushed, and confronted Kroll defiantly.
+"My turn, eh?"
+
+Kroll nodded. "Your companions have both been removed." He nodded
+meaningful toward the Inquisitor, whose claws were red with the blood
+of Florence Horniman and Chester Wengrove. "They both spoke most
+satisfactorily----after some persuasion."
+
+"Torture, you mean."
+
+"We've been through this already," Kroll said. "Since you're going to
+talk anyway, I don't understand why you can't save yourself a great
+deal of pain by talking now, before I hand you to the Inquisitor."
+
+"Because I don't mean to talk at all," Leslie said. He ran a hand
+through his shock of blonde hair and glared fiercely at Kroll.
+
+"Very well," the Interrogator said. He stepped to the robot and slipped
+in Neil Leslie's tape.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"I don't understand you at all," Kroll admitted, looking down at the
+pain-racked body before him. "Why don't you talk? I don't _want_ to
+keep you in here, you know."
+
+Bloodshot eyes looked back at him, eyes clouded with pain and hatred.
+"I'm not saying anything," Leslie murmured. "Oil up your robot and
+let's try again."
+
+For the hundredth time the Inquisitor's talons descended, raked a red
+line across the man's body. He shuddered, but did not speak. Kroll
+shook his head impatiently. No prisoner had ever held out against the
+Inquisitor this long before. He found himself perspiring.
+
+The Inquisitor said, "The name of your leader is David Cosbro. Is this
+true?"
+
+No answer.
+
+A needle descended.
+
+Still no answer.
+
+"Your Cell was located in East Appalachia. Upper Quadrant. Is this
+true?"
+
+No answer again.
+
+Minutes passed, minutes in which Leslie continued to stare defiantly
+outward, continued to clench his fists and remain silent.
+
+Finally the Inquisitor opened its tightly-clamped arms and let Leslie
+stagger out. He slumped to the ground at the feet of the robot and
+leaned dazedly against the Inquisitor's gleaming base.
+
+"Prisoner is on the verge of death," the Inquisitor said. "Further
+questioning is pointless."
+
+Kroll looked down in surprise and chagrin. In ten years, this was the
+first time a prisoner had not broken under Interrogation. He scowled
+angrily; it was his first failure.
+
+"You're a stubborn man, Leslie. But it's killed you."
+
+"I'm not dead yet," the prisoner said brokenly. Suddenly he mustered
+some strength and managed to look up. "Tell me something, Kroll. I want
+to know something."
+
+"Yes?"
+
+"Why do you do what you do?"
+
+"You mean--Interrogate?"
+
+"I mean torture," Leslie said.
+
+"I am an Interrogator because it is my duty to the State. Treason must
+be unmasked, the enemies of the State destroyed. It is necessary."
+
+Leslie looked up, and there seemed to be pity in his eyes. "Just one
+question, Kroll. Doesn't it bother you, when you go home? _How do you
+know you're right and we're wrong?_"
+
+Kroll started to say something, then saw there was no point in
+bothering.
+
+"Prisoner is dead," said the Inquisitor.
+
+"Take him away," ordered Kroll. The day was over.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+What Leslie had said preyed on Kroll's mind all the way home. He got
+out of the tube and made his way to his austere room with his mind
+fixed on one question--the snarling words the dying prisoner had
+hurled at him: _How do you know you're right and we're wrong?_
+
+They _had_ to be wrong, Kroll told himself firmly. The State had to
+be right. It was necessary; it was logical; it was the way things had
+always been.
+
+But the thought obsessed him, and the image of Neil Leslie's face,
+bloody but undefeated, hung before him as he went about his evening's
+activities. The face was still in his mind as he prepared to go to bed.
+
+Odd, Kroll thought. This was the first time he had been disturbed after
+a torture session. He had seen hundreds--no, thousands--pass through
+the Inquisitor, come out shambling rags of bone and flesh, and it had
+never bothered him, because they were enemies of the State and deserved
+no more.
+
+He dropped off into an uneasy sleep. But suddenly, in the small hours
+of the night, he sat bolt upright in bed, a cold, clammy perspiration
+breaking out on him.
+
+Leslie had just asked the question for the hundredth time. And Kroll
+had had no answer. He _didn't_ know who was right. He just didn't know.
+His mind, unswervingly loyal for so many years, swayed in an agony of
+doubt.
+
+He got out of bed and paced back and forth across the floor of his room.
+
+"The State is wrong!" he said aloud. But it didn't sound right. It
+couldn't be true. It wasn't true. "Stupid!" he told himself. It
+was stupid to distrust the State--and wrong. "Wrong! Criminally,
+disgustingly wrong!"
+
+There! He felt better. He had rid himself of his foolish doubts. "How
+could I have been so foolish?" he said aloud. His nerves felt better
+now. Once again he was ready to do his duty as a loyal officer of the
+State.
+
+Smiling to himself for being so easily disturbed by the remarks of
+disloyal traitors, he climbed back into bed and closed his eyes. A few
+moments later, he was asleep.
+
+In the morning, everything seemed to be all right; the terrors of the
+last twelve hours were pale things of the past, no longer exerting
+pressure on him. He caught the tube and headed to the Ministry.
+
+He donned his uniform in the locker room and took the elevator to the
+Interrogation Floor. He stepped into his office. It was empty. No
+prisoners this morning? It didn't seem likely.
+
+He pushed open the inner door and entered the Interrogation Chamber.
+To his surprise, he saw Matthews, one of his assistants, wearing the
+uniform of an Interrogator and standing near the robot, arms folded.
+
+"What are you doing in here dressed that way?" Kroll snapped.
+
+"I am the new Interrogator," Matthews told him.
+
+"Since when?"
+
+"The appointment was made very early this morning," the Inquisitor
+said. "We have all the evidence we need to brand you as a traitor to
+the State."
+
+The new Interrogator turned a switch, and Kroll heard his own voice
+come from a speaker. "_The State is wrong! Stupid! Wrong! Criminally,
+disgustingly wrong! How could I have been so foolish?_"
+
+"There is no need to deny these words," said the Interrogator. "It is
+only necessary that you tell us with whom you have been working."
+
+"But there's no one!" Kroll shouted. "You don't understand! I'm loyal!
+I can explain!"
+
+But the new Interrogator merely looked cold as the long, chilling metal
+arms of the Inquisitor reached out and gathered Kroll to its steel
+bosom.
+
+
+
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+
+
+                           LET’S HAVE A PARTY
+
+
+                          RED, WHITE AND BLUE
+
+Guests are to write the names of different objects or facts that are
+associated with the colors red, white and blue. It might be specified
+that they write the names of red vegetables (beets, tomatoes, red
+cabbage, etc.), names of variations of the color white (off white,
+oyster white, blue white, etc.). For blue the guests can name all of the
+blue objects in the room in which they are sitting. The colors can be
+used for other listings such as blue flowers or white precious stones.
+
+
+                             HEART ARCHERY
+
+Draw a large 30 inch heart on cardboard. Make circles of diminishing
+size on heart to make target. The inner ring is labeled “heart smasher,”
+the next to the center one is “lovers,” next is “somewhat affectionate,”
+then outside this is “indifferent to love,” and the outside one is
+titled “woman or man hater.” Guests are each given one try with toy bow
+and arrow or with darts. The circle that they hit will indicate the
+state of their heart.
+
+
+                         PULLING HEART STRINGS
+
+Cut hole in center of large red cardboard heart. Put long red strings
+through the hole and place heart on top of a screen or door with boys on
+one side and girls on the other. Have a string for each couple. Each boy
+takes one end of a string and each girl takes one of the strings on the
+other side of the heart. Heart is pulled from top of the screen and
+after the strings are untangled, the partners for the next game are
+found.
+
+
+
+
+                           _Dessert Luncheon_
+
+
+    [Illustration: uncaptioned]
+
+  Angel Pie garnished with Cherries or Green Tinted Grapes
+  Salted Walnuts
+  Coffee
+
+
+                             ANGEL FOOD PIE
+
+  1 cup sugar
+  ¼ cup cornstarch
+  ⅛ teaspoon salt
+  1½ cups hot pineapple juice
+  3 stiffly beaten egg whites
+  1 teaspoon vanilla or pineapple flavoring
+  ¼ cup lemon juice
+
+Mix sugar, cornstarch and salt well. Add pineapple juice gradually and
+cook in top of double boiler, stirring constantly, until thick and
+smooth. Add beaten egg whites to hot mixture a little at a time, beating
+constantly with a rotary beater. Add flavoring and lemon juice. Cool
+filling and pour into baked, chilled pastry shell. Top with flavored
+whipped cream for serving.
+
+
+                     Peppermint-Topped Sponge Cakes
+
+  1 cup sifted cake flour
+  ¼ teaspoon salt
+  3 eggs, separated
+  1 cup sugar
+  4 teaspoons lemon juice
+
+Sift flour, measure and sift again with salt. Beat egg yolks until thick
+and lemon colored. Add sugar gradually, beating well. Add lemon juice.
+Fold in stiffly beaten egg whites. Fold in flour gradually. Fill
+ungreased cup cake pans about half full of batter. Bake in moderately
+slow oven, 325 degrees, for about 30 minutes. Invert pans and cool
+cakes. Frost with boiled or seven-minute frosting and sprinkle
+generously with finely crushed peppermint stick candy.
+
+
+
+
+                             _Bridge Lunch_
+
+
+    [Illustration: uncaptioned]
+
+  Green Pea Bouillon
+  Hot Buttered Crackers
+  Crab or Chicken Salad Mousse
+  Hot Buttered Asparagus
+  Butter Rolls
+  Loganberry Jelly
+  Relishes
+  Rhubarb Crisp
+  Coffee or Tea
+
+
+                      Crab or Chicken Salad Mousse
+
+  1 cup hot chicken broth
+  3 egg yolks
+  ¼ teaspoon salt
+  ¼ teaspoon paprika
+  1 tablespoon unflavored gelatin
+  ¼ cup cold water
+  1 tablespoon lemon juice
+  ¾ cup diced, cooked chicken or crab, flaked
+  ½ cup blanched chopped almonds
+  ¾ cup whipping cream
+  Few grains cayenne
+
+Heat chicken stock. Beat egg yolks slightly, add salt, paprika and hot
+chicken broth gradually, stirring constantly. Cook over hot water until
+mixture is thick enough to coat a spoon. Meanwhile soak gelatin in cold
+water and add hot chicken mixture, stirring until dissolved. Strain
+mixture and cool until thickened slightly. Add lemon juice, chicken and
+almonds and chill until thickened. Fold in cream that has been whipped
+and cayenne. Pour into mold rinsed with cold water and chill until firm.
+Serves 4 to 6.
+
+Fold card 4 inches square through the middle. Cut small lace paper doily
+in 3 or 4 pieces to center. Crease each piece in center and turn edges
+from center to lace edge so that turned edges may be pasted onto card as
+illustrated. Fill lace paper holder with small spring violets or other
+flowers.
+
+
+
+
+                             _Lunch At One_
+
+
+    [Illustration: uncaptioned]
+
+  Macaroni Cheese Timbales with Ham-Pimiento Sauce
+  Watercress, Spring Lettuce and Radish Salad
+  Hot Rolls
+  Apricot Conserve
+  Olives
+  Peppermint Topped Cakes
+  Pineapple Sherbet Garnished with Cherries
+  Coffee or Tea
+
+
+            Macaroni Cheese Timbales with Ham-Pimiento Sauce
+
+  ½ cup bread crumbs
+  2 tablespoons butter
+  1 cup milk
+  1 tablespoon minced onion
+  ⅛ teaspoon mustard
+  2 eggs or 4 egg yolks, slightly beaten
+  1 cup grated well aged cheese
+  ½ teaspoon salt
+  Cooked macaroni
+
+Mix bread crumbs, milk, shortening and onion together, beating until
+creamy. Add other ingredients except macaroni and mix lightly. Line
+ramekins or custard cups with cooked long macaroni and fill with timbale
+mixture. Set in pan of hot water and bake in moderately slow oven, 325
+degrees, for about 30 minutes or until mixture is set. Unmold and serve
+with ham pimiento sauce made by adding 1 cup finely chopped ham, 4
+tablespoons minced pimiento and ¼ teaspoon mustard to 2 cups well
+seasoned medium white sauce.
+
+Cover small round pill boxes with colored paper, fill boxes with candy
+or nuts. Tie top on with harmonizing ribbon, write name of guest on box,
+use as favor or place card.
+
+    [Illustration: uncaptioned]
+
+Cut heavy cardboard in heart shape (size wanted). Use 2 for each heart,
+paste or glue cellophane, either white or red, over cardboard frame,
+paste 2 together with lace paper frill between. Bend wire to make hearts
+stand on table.
+
+Ask Mary Cullen’s staff for additional suggestions you may desire.
+
+Use large No. 10 can or large round box. Cover with red and white
+striped paper. Put blue band around crown and paste white stars on this.
+Make brim of cardboard and cover with blue paper. Use as centerpiece
+filled with white and red flowers, or with red, white and blue wrapped
+favors.
+
+    [Illustration: uncaptioned]
+
+
+
+
+                            _Buffet Supper_
+
+
+    [Illustration: uncaptioned]
+
+  Veal Loaf
+  Spanish Sauce
+  Scalloped Succotash
+  Cole Slaw
+  Hot Buttered French Bread
+  Currant Jam
+  Peppermint Ice Cream
+  Chocolate Potato Cake
+  Coffee
+
+Drum Cake Centerpiece—Make 2 or 3-layer chocolate cake. Frost with white
+icing. When icing is set, melt chocolate over warm water and with paint
+brush paint rim on cake as pictured to simulate rim and lacings of drum.
+Use peppermint sticks as drumsticks. Place cake on wax paper, then on
+red or white paper sprinkled with stars.
+
+
+                      Veal Loaf with Spanish Sauce
+
+  2 pounds veal
+  1 cup bread crumbs
+  1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
+  1½ teaspoons salt
+  1 tablespoon catsup
+  1 slightly beaten egg
+  1 cup rich milk
+  6 slices bacon
+
+Grind veal. Add other ingredients except bacon and mix well with hands
+or spoon. Pack into greased loaf pan, cover top with bacon strips and
+bake in moderate oven, 350 degrees, for about 1½ hours. Serve hot with
+Spanish sauce. Serves 8 to 10.
+
+
+                             Spanish Sauce
+
+  2 tablespoons shortening
+  ½ cup chopped onions
+  1 clove garlic
+  2½ cups canned tomatoes
+  2 teaspoons salt
+  1 bay leaf
+  8 whole cloves
+  1 teaspoon chili powder
+  2 teaspoons sugar
+  1 teaspoon celery seed
+
+Melt shortening, add onion and peeled and chopped garlic and cook 5
+minutes. Add other ingredients and simmer slowly for about 45 minutes.
+Strain, reheat and serve hot.
+
+
+
+
+                         _Early Spring Dinner_
+
+
+    [Illustration: uncaptioned]
+
+  Hot Tomato Consomme
+  Heart Shaped Croutons
+  Mock Chicken Legs
+  Cream Gravy
+  Mashed Potatoes
+  Buttered Peas
+  Hot Biscuits or Rolls
+  Apple Jelly
+  Blitz Torte with Strawberries or Cherries
+  Coffee
+
+
+                              Blitz Torte
+
+  ½ cup shortening
+  ½ cup sugar
+  3 eggs, separated
+  ½ teaspoon vanilla
+  5 tablespoons milk
+  1 cup sifted flour
+  1½ teaspoon baking powder
+  1 teaspoon salt
+  ½ cup sugar for meringue
+  ½ cup chopped nut meats
+
+Cream shortening, add sugar and cream until light and fluffy. Add well
+beaten egg yolks, vanilla and milk and blend. Sift flour, measure and
+sift with baking powder and salt. Place in two 9-inch layer pans that
+have been lined with wax paper. Beat egg whites until stiff, add the ½
+cup sugar gradually and beat. Spread meringue over batter and sprinkle
+with chopped nuts. Bake in moderate oven, 350 degrees, for 30 minutes.
+Cool cake. Put whipped cream and fresh or drained canned fruit between
+layers, having meringue on top and bottom of cake. Top may be garnished
+with whipped cream and fruit or berries. Serves 8 to 10.
+
+
+
+
+                              _Spring Tea_
+
+
+    [Illustration: uncaptioned]
+
+  Open Face Sandwiches
+  Orange Nut Bread Sandwiches
+  Maraschino Cherries or Strawberries in Fondant
+  Maids of Honor
+  Salted Nuts
+  Peppermint-Topped Sponge Cakes
+  Tea
+  Coffee
+
+Cherry Sandwiches—1 package cream cheese, 2 teaspoons anchovy paste, ½
+teaspoon onion juice, salt and pepper to taste, pimiento, parsley or
+green pepper.
+
+Cream cheese until smooth. Add anchovy paste, onion juice and salt and
+pepper and blend smoothly. Spread mixture on round of bread. Cut small
+circles from pimiento and place two of these “cherries” on each round.
+Finish with stems made from parsley or green pepper.
+
+
+                             MAIDS OF HONOR
+
+  ½ cup butter
+  2 unbeaten eggs
+  ¾ cup sugar
+  2 cups sifted flour
+  ¼ teaspoon salt
+  2 teaspoons bak. powder
+  1½ cups raspberry jam
+  ½ cup blanched, chopped almonds
+  1 cup whipping cream
+
+Cream shortening until soft. Add eggs and beat to blend well. Add sugar
+and cream until light and fluffy. Sift flour, measure and sift with salt
+and baking powder. Add to creamed mixture. Form into small balls in
+palms of hands and place in greased small muffin pans. Press dough up
+around edges to make hole in center. Mix jam and nuts together and fill
+hole in dough. Bake in hot oven, 450 degrees, for 10 minutes. Cool, and
+if desired, serve topped with whipped cream that has been sweetened to
+taste.
+
+    [Illustration: uncaptioned]
+
+Make pig pen of bread sticks or long peppermint sticks as pictured.
+Sprinkle small paper shamrocks or small candy shamrocks in and around
+pen. Place pig banks in pen. For candleholder, cut out large potato and
+insert candle.
+
+    [Illustration: uncaptioned]
+
+Use a large picture hat or make a hat with stiff paper for this. Arrange
+a large maline or ribbon bow to trail on the table from the crown of the
+hat. Place flowers in the center of the crown or arrange flowers around
+the crown of the hat.
+
+
+                        BARNYARD EASTER EGG HUNT
+
+Choose two sides, each captained by a child. Players hunt for Easter
+eggs but only the two leaders, the Hens, can touch them. When a girl
+finds an egg, she must cluck until the leader comes to pick up the egg.
+Boys will crow when they find an egg. When they have all been found,
+each side counts eggs to gain the total. Each child in the group with
+the largest amount can be given a specially decorated egg or bunny for a
+prize. Of course, divide the eggs that have been found among the members
+of each team.
+
+
+                           POTATO ROLL RELAY
+
+Mark two four-inch circles 5 feet apart on the floor to designate the
+goals in the relay. Choose sides and give the leader of each side an
+irregularly shaped potato and a table knife. The players, in turn, must
+roll the potato from one circle to the other and back again with the aid
+of the knife. Judges can check to make sure that the potato is in the
+circle each time. As each player comes back to the starting point, he
+hands the knife to the next player and the relay goes on.
+
+
+                         NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH
+
+Guests sit in a circle. Each guest, in turn, asks each one of the other
+guests a question which must be answered truthfully. The answer may be
+yes or no, or the truth may be evaded, but an untruth cannot be told.
+Fines can be imposed upon those who might make a misstatement.
+
+                                From ...
+                         Mary Cullen’s Cottage
+                         Household Arts Service
+                              The JOURNAL
+                                Portland
+                                 Oregon
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+—Silently corrected a few typos.
+
+—Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook
+  is public-domain in the country of publication.
+
+—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by
+  _underscores_.
+
+
+
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+
+
+                        ONCE UPON A MONBEAST...
+
+                         By Charles E. Fritch
+
+               Pity the poor science-fiction writer who
+             creates bug-eyed monsters. You only see them
+             in print--he may have to live with a few!...
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
+                              March 1952
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+That's not my real name up there, and in a little while you'll discover
+the reason why. If you read my real name attached to this, you'd think
+it was just another fantastic yarn I batted out and then you'd forget
+it. And you'd laugh. You'll probably laugh anyway--for awhile--but I've
+got to get this thing off my chest once and for all.
+
+I was a struggling science-fiction author at the time it began--or
+rather, just before it began. Nope, that's not right--struggling isn't
+the word; it doesn't express the blood, sweat and postage stamps that
+went into a creation, the hope and the futility that ran hot and cold
+with each morning's mail, the psychological and financial insecurity
+that comes to a beginner crazy enough to tackle such a field. And then,
+to top it off, I got a letter from Donald MacDonald.
+
+That's not _his_ real name either, and in a little while you'll find
+out the reason why. He's one of the all-time greats in science-fiction
+and still is, and a fan not knowing his work would be suspected of
+having lost his marbles. So a "name" author writes me a letter. Great,
+huh?
+
+No.
+
+I'd sent MacDonald a batch of my manuscripts, humbly asking the great
+man to favor them with a glance if a moment ever came while he was
+resting a bit between dashing off novelettes. And would he kindly
+let me know--frankly, honestly, without fear of injuring my delicate
+feelings--what he thought of the work?
+
+He would. And did. The letter read:
+
+    Dear Mr. ....:
+
+    I appreciate your efforts at trying to crack the stf field, but I'm
+    afraid I'll have to disillusion you. I have read your manuscripts
+    with considerable care and am sorry to report that you seem to have
+    no talent for writing and especially none for science-fiction.
+
+    I would suggest you turn your energies to something else--saxophone
+    playing, stamp collecting--anything else. If you insist upon
+    writing, however, have you considered fillers?
+
+                                                           Best wishes,
+                                                      Donald MacDonald.
+
+What I should have done was go out into the country, and let the
+gathering steam blow its lid. But I didn't. If I'd gotten an automobile
+in motion, I would have run down the nearest boy scout just to see his
+blood spatter. Instead, I sat down and wrote a letter to Mr. Donald
+MacDonald.
+
+It was a fine letter, full of colorful phrases and split infinitives.
+To hell with grammar at a time like that, I rationalized. I told him in
+no uncertain terms just what I thought of him and his criticisms. I'd
+be a science-fiction writer just to show him up for the incompetent he
+was, I said. I guess I said a lot of things. It was a letter full of
+more than fire and brimstone. It was radioactive.
+
+I mailed it. Then I had a beer.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Two days later, while I was bravely punching typewriter keys in a
+desperate effort to make good my boast, a small, haggard-looking fellow
+came to the door and rang the bell.
+
+"We don't want any," I said.
+
+He peered through the screen door and said, "I'm MacDonald," in a
+nervous, uncertain voice.
+
+"MacDonald who?"
+
+"Donald MacDonald. May I come in?"
+
+"You're kidding. No, by God, you're not. You _are_ Donald MacDonald."
+
+He smiled wanly. "May I come in? I flew all the way--"
+
+"Just to see me?"
+
+"I--er--it was no trouble. I took a _skyorie_."
+
+"A what?"
+
+"May I come in?"
+
+"Sure, sure, c'mon in. Have a chair. Drink?"
+
+"No, thanks," he said, seating himself. "I'm afraid I've been--that
+is--er--No, I don't believe so."
+
+"I got your letter," I said, suddenly remembering. My awe at the
+presence of the great man was suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of
+"Now, what the hell does he want?"
+
+"And I got yours," MacDonald said. "That's why I'm here." He gazed at
+my typewriter as though it were ready to bite him. "You didn't take my
+advice?"
+
+"Hardly," I said, rather flippantly. "Once the bug has bitten you--"
+
+"Have you had anything accepted?"
+
+I stared at the rug, hating the man for asking. "No, not yet," I
+admitted grudgingly, "but--"
+
+"Then the bug hasn't _really_ bitten you yet," he said. "You'll know it
+when he does."
+
+"I--uh--guess my letter was a bit--er--abrupt," I said, not knowing how
+else to fill the silence.
+
+"You were pretty mad," he admitted, "and I don't blame you; I should
+have known better than to tell you that way. But in this game,
+you've--well, you've got to learn to take criticism. If your work's
+bad, admit it and throw in the towel."
+
+"And mine's bad?"
+
+He shrugged, avoiding my eyes. "I'm afraid so."
+
+But the steam had been released and the period of mourning had ended,
+so "I'll improve," I told him.
+
+"You're wasting your time."
+
+"Possibly. What I can't understand, though, is why a big name in
+science-fiction comes way the devil out here just to advise me to stop
+knocking my head against a wall."
+
+"Perhaps more than your head is at stake," he said.
+
+"What?"
+
+"Nothing," he said hastily. For a moment his pale face held a haunted
+look, and he rose, looking like a man unsure of himself. "I can't talk
+you out of it, so I'd better go."
+
+"Wait a minute. Just what did you mean by that other remark?"
+
+Donald MacDonald glanced around him as though he were afraid invisible
+beings might be eavesdropping. "You really want to know the reason why?"
+
+I nodded.
+
+"Your work is good," he said seriously. "Too good. Not up to par on
+some points, but in a few years you'll be going places. That's why I
+sneaked away from them and came here--to beg you to reconsider, to stop
+this writing now, before it's too late."
+
+"You mean--you _can't_ mean--you're not--afraid of competition?"
+
+He waved an annoyed hand. "Competition, hell! There's always room for
+more. You don't understand," he went on, screwing his face into a look
+of determination. "I'm trying to save your peace of mind, your sanity
+perhaps. The mind is a great and powerful thing, sometimes dangerous.
+All these things--these alien creatures that a science-fiction author
+creates--"
+
+"Yes?"
+
+But he had straightened suddenly, a look of terror on a face gone
+ashen. He went to the door like a man being pushed, fumbled for the
+knob. "I beg of you, for your sake, forget it," he called back. Then he
+was gone.
+
+I went out on the porch but MacDonald was not in sight. I heard a
+strange noise as of the flapping of great leathery wings. A shadow
+passed across the lawn. I looked up.
+
+Nothing.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The next morning I got a small envelope in the mail. The letter inside
+read, "Enclosed is a check for your story THE MONBEAST...." I sank into
+the softest chair in the world and read those wonderful, wonderful
+words, and held the check in my hand and read those wonderful,
+wonderful figures. I was so in a trance I hardly noticed the tiny
+decimal point that scampered on tiny legs across the check. I hardly
+felt the small, sharp bite--but....
+
+My first acceptance! It was incredible the exhilaration that flowed
+through me in that instant. It was like a much-needed shot of
+adrenaline, like cool springwater to a thirsty man. I had a check for
+a story someone thought enough of to publish. I was an author. A real,
+live, honest-to-goodness author with a check in my hand to prove to a
+critical world that I wasn't a bum after all. Suddenly the world was a
+big, wide, wonderful place to live in, and I loved everyone in it--even
+the poor, disillusioned Donald MacDonald.
+
+But why stop here? I thought. There were more checks where that came
+from. If I could sell one story, I could sell two, and then three, and
+four. So I did. In a way, it was something like digging my own grave.
+You don't understand that now, but in a little while you'll see the
+reason why.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+After I had haunted the newsstand for about three months, the great day
+came. THE MONBEAST was the last story in the magazine (at the time I
+thought they really should have featured it) and my name was misspelled
+on the contents page, but it was a great day just the same. A day of
+triumph. A day for rejoicing. I'd had several stories accepted during
+the several months' interval, but this was the day that the fruits of
+my labor became evident to the world.
+
+I walked home with a proud, firm step, casually displaying the magazine
+to the vast public eye, to friend and foe alike. I tried to act
+nonchalant, as though this were old stuff to an established writer like
+me. It was a day of glory, of triumph, rivaling Caesar's victorious
+march into Rome.
+
+That evening I read the story over and over again, marveling at the
+perfection of its form, savoring the exquisite flavor of each delicate,
+richly-hued, word, the uniqueness of each choice, well-turned phrase. I
+fell asleep with the magazine in my hand.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The next morning the monbeast was sitting at the foot of my bed.
+
+"Okay, okay," it said, blinking its bug-eyes at me, "don't act so
+surprised. MacDonald warned you, didn't he?"
+
+"But--but--"
+
+"Sure, I'm real," the monbeast volunteered, scratching its scaly head
+with a long-nailed finger. "That's the trouble with you guys. You're
+full of imagination, but you can't face reality."
+
+"Where--where'd you come from?"
+
+The monbeast shrugged massive green shoulders. "The whole thing's much
+too technical for me to worry about. All I know is us BEMs exist, and
+we get to your dimension via science-fiction."
+
+"That 'power of mind' MacDonald was talking about?" I said, shuddering
+a bit.
+
+"Something like that. Other forms of fiction deal with things native to
+your world. Science-fiction regards us BEMs as real, so while we don't
+ordinarily exist here, there's a stress created in the barrier between
+us, and we come through."
+
+"Then you're really real?"
+
+"Practically. Right now, though, you're the only one who can see and
+hear me. You haven't characterized me sufficiently so that the readers
+will be convinced that I'm real. But that's okay. You'll improve."
+
+"Thanks. But now what about you?" I said, trying to not appear
+overanxious. "Are you returning to your own dimension or are you
+staying here for awhile?"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The monbeast grinned, showing the eighty sharp-pointed teeth I knew it
+possessed. "Sorry, I'm here to stay. I'm your brainchild, you know, so
+I'll have to stick to you."
+
+I gulped. "Stick to me?"
+
+"Only figuratively," the monbeast said. "But I'll be around." He
+cocked a bug-eye at me and said gravely, "We'd better get a few things
+straight right from the start. One of them is that as far as you're
+concerned, I'm as real as that bedpost."
+
+"Real?" I tried to laugh that off, but the sound came out a little
+weakly. "That's silly. You're just a product of my imagination."
+
+"Am I?" the monbeast said.
+
+He thrust the scaly face close to mine and yawned. Suddenly the room
+became a turkish bath.
+
+"Okay, okay," I said hastily, "turn it off."
+
+Coolness came, and I breathed easier as the steam dissipated.
+
+"Secondly, you're going to create bigger and better BEMs and make them
+more convincing," the monbeast continued. "With all you writers turning
+us loose, we can have a swell time in this world."
+
+"But how can you?" I protested. "You said the readers wouldn't believe
+in you, so you don't exist for them."
+
+"Science-fiction is growing," the monbeast said. "Everyday more people
+are getting to realize that there is more to the world than those
+things they see around them. They believe what they read in love
+stories and detective stories. Science-fiction is next."
+
+"Suppose I don't want to create more BEMs?" I said. "Suppose I take up
+saxophone playing or something and leave science-fiction alone."
+
+"You can't stop writing it now, any more than a true fan can stop
+reading it. The bug has bitten you." He smiled a piano keyboard of
+teeth and continued, "Besides, I could be obliged to--er--inspire you
+just a bit. But you just work along with me, and we'll both do fine."
+
+So we did.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The monbeast isn't such a bad fellow after all, once you get to know
+him. Neither are the other BEMs hanging around my house. Oh, yes, there
+are others, lots of them. Hanging from the rafters. Under chairs. In
+coffee cups. Everywhere. It's an occupational hazard, you know.
+
+Chances are, though, you wouldn't be able to see them--unless you're a
+real gone science-fiction fan, and even then maybe not. But someday you
+will.
+
+Someday you'll be sitting in your favorite chair reading your favorite
+science-fiction magazine, and you'll look up....
+
+Maybe it'll be sitting on the desk beside you, running one of four
+hands through a nest of snakes on its scaly head. Maybe it'll be only
+an inch tall and perched on the piano watching you. Maybe at first
+it'll be just a warm, dank breath on the back of your neck.
+
+No telling _when_ it'll be either. Maybe next year, next month;
+tomorrow. Who knows--perhaps even now.
+
+Here's a little tip. When you lay down this magazine, turn around
+slowly. Have you ever had the feeling that something was going on
+behind your back but when you turned around you saw nothing? What's
+that? You think maybe you've got that feeling right now?
+
+Listen, on second thought, now that you know, maybe you better not turn
+around. Take this as a gag. A nice big laugh. You'll be a lot better
+off that way.
+
+What you don't know can't hurt you....
+
+
+
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+
+
+  STEWART KIDD MODERN PLAYS
+  Edited by Frank Shay
+
+
+  TWO SLATTERNS AND A KING
+
+
+
+
+_Stewart Kidd Modern Plays_
+
+_Edited by_ FRANK SHAY
+
+
+To meet the immensely increased demands of the play-reading public and
+those interested in the modern drama, Stewart Kidd are issuing under
+the general editorship of Frank Shay a series of plays from the pens
+of the world’s best contemporary writers. No effort is being spared
+to secure the best work available, and the plays are issued in a form
+that is at once attractive to readers and suited to the needs of the
+performer and producer. _Buffalo Express_: “Each play is of merit. Each
+is unlike the other. The group furnishes a striking example of the
+realistic trend of the modern drama.”
+
+From time to time special announcements will be printed giving complete
+lists of the plays.
+
+
+SHAM, a Social Satire in One Act. _By Frank G. Tompkins._
+
+  Originally produced by Sam Hume, at the Arts and Crafts Theatre,
+  Detroit.
+
+  _San Francisco Bulletin_: “The lines are new and many of them are
+  decidedly clever.”
+
+  _Providence Journal_: “An ingenious and merry little one-act play.”
+
+
+THE SHEPHERD IN THE DISTANCE, a Pantomime in One Act. _By Holland
+  Hudson._
+
+  Originally produced by the Washington Square Players.
+
+  _Oakland Tribune_: “A pleasing pantomime of the Ancient East.”
+
+
+MANSIONS, a Play in One Act. _By Hildegarde Flanner._
+
+  Originally produced by the Indiana Little Theatre Society.
+
+  _Three Arts Magazine_: “This thoughtful and well-written play of
+  Characters and Ideals has become a favorite with Little Theatres and
+  is now available in print.”
+
+
+HEARTS TO MEND, a Fantasy in One Act. _By H. A. Overstreet._
+
+  Originally produced by the Fireside Players, White Plains, N. Y.
+
+  _St. Louis Star_: “It is a light whimsy and well carried out.”
+
+  _San Francisco Chronicle_: “No one is likely to hear or read it
+  without real and legitimate pleasure.”
+
+
+SIX WHO PASS WHILE THE LENTILS BOIL. _By Stuart Walker._
+
+  Originally produced by the Portmanteau Players at Christodora House,
+  New York City.
+
+  _Brooklyn Eagle_: “Literary without being pedantic, and dramatic
+  without being noisy.”
+
+
+OTHERS TO FOLLOW. _Bound in Art Paper. Each, net, .50_
+
+
+
+
+  TWO SLATTERNS AND
+  A KING
+
+  A MORAL INTERLUDE
+
+  By
+  EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
+
+  Author of “Aria da Capo”, etc.
+
+  First produced at Vassar College.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+  CINCINNATI
+  STEWART KIDD COMPANY
+  PUBLISHERS
+
+
+
+
+  COPYRIGHT, 1921
+  STEWART KIDD COMPANY
+
+  _All rights reserved_
+  COPYRIGHT IN ENGLAND
+
+No amateur or professional use permitted of “TWO SLATTERNS AND A KING”
+without written authorization first obtained from Stewart Kidd Company,
+121 East Fifth Street, Cincinnati, O., to whom all applications should
+be addressed.
+
+
+
+
+TWO SLATTERNS AND A KING
+
+
+PERSONS
+
+  THE KING
+  CHANCE the VICE
+  TIDY the false SLATTERN
+  SLUT the true SLATTERN
+
+
+
+
+  THE
+  PROLOGUE
+  AND THE
+  EPILOGUE
+  SPOKEN
+  BY
+  CHANCE
+
+
+
+
+TWO SLATTERNS AND A KING
+
+
+
+
+PROLOGUE
+
+  I am that cunning infidel
+  By men called CHANCE,--you know me well.
+  It is through me you met your wives;
+  Through me your harvest blights or thrives;
+  And one and all, through me, to-day
+  Hither you came to see the play,
+  Which if your favor still you lend,
+  As now, so on until the end,
+  You shall be taught what way a King
+  Though a sublime and awful thing
+  And even wise, may come to be
+  A laughing-stock,--and all through me!
+
+  (_Exit_)
+
+  (ENTER KING)
+
+KING
+
+  I am the King of all this land:
+  I hold a sceptre in my hand;
+  Upon my head I wear a crown;
+  Everybody stands when I sit down. (_Sits_)
+
+CHANCE (_Appearing to audience; he is invisible throughout the play to
+  the other players in it._)
+
+  Excepting me,--please bear in mind
+  I sit whenever I feel inclined. (_Sits_)
+
+KING
+
+  Although my lands are wide and long,
+  My walls right thick, my armies strong,
+  I am not wholly satisfied.
+
+CHANCE
+
+  That is because you have no bride.
+
+KING
+
+  Who speaks?--Come forth and, if you dare,
+  Say once again what causes my care!
+  Why I am discontent with life!
+
+CHANCE
+
+  It is because you have no wife.
+
+KING
+
+  A woman in my royal house!
+  A woman! A wife! A bride! A spouse!
+  Bold stranger, this is not the cure,
+  For a woman I could never endure!
+
+CHANCE
+
+  Per-CHANCE to-morrow you will find
+  You have altered your imperial mind.
+
+  (_Exeunt KING and CHANCE severally_)
+
+  (ENTER TIDY)
+
+TIDY
+
+  I am TIDY, I have been
+  All my life both neat and clean.
+  From my outside to my in
+  Clean am I unto my skin.
+  Every day into a bucket
+  My hands I dip, my head I duck it;
+  And if the water plenty be
+  I sometimes wet some more of me.
+  This is my kitchen, where you will find
+  All things pleasant and to your mind;
+  Against the wall in orderly pairs--
+  One, two,--one, two,--observe my chairs.
+  In the middle of the room my table stands:
+  I would not move it for many lands.
+  My basins and bowls are all in their places;
+  The bottoms of my pots are as clean as your faces.
+  My kettle boils so cheerily,
+  It is like a friendly voice to me;
+  About my work I merrily sing,
+  And I brush my hearth with a white duck’s wing.
+  Oh, full is every cupboard, sharp is every knife!--
+  My bright, sunny kitchen is the pride of my life!
+
+  (_Exit TIDY_)
+
+  (ENTER SLUT)
+
+SLUT
+
+  I am SLUT; I am a slattern,
+  You must not take me for your pattern.
+  I spend my days in slovenly ease;
+  I sleep when I like and I wake when I please.
+  My manners, they are indolent;
+  In clutter and filth I am quite content.
+  Here is my kitchen, where I stir up my messes,
+  And wear out my old shoes and soiled silk dresses.
+  My table sags beneath the weight
+  Of stale food and unwashed plate;
+  The cat has tipped the pitcher o’er,--
+  The greasy stream drips onto the floor;
+  Under the table is a broken cup--
+  I am too tired to pick it up.
+
+  (_Exit SLUT_)
+
+  (ENTER KING)
+
+KING
+
+  Now I will no longer tarry
+  For I think that I will marry.
+  Now the one thing in my life
+  Is to marry me a wife.
+  But I will not be content
+  With a wench that’s indolent,
+  Or take a slattern for a spouse,--
+  I will go from house to house,
+  Unheralded--that there may be
+  No cleaning up because of me--
+  And that maid whose kitchen’s neatest
+  Will I have to be my sweetest.
+
+  (_Exit KING_)
+
+  (CHANCE APPEARS)
+
+CHANCE
+
+  That I am absent do not fear
+  For that you have not seen me here,
+  For know, I oft invisibly
+  Do move among the things you see;
+  And to confuse and thwart the King
+  Through Slut and Tidy, is a thing
+  Dear to my nature,--therefore heed,
+  And you shall see a show indeed!
+
+  (_Exit CHANCE_)
+
+  (_Enter TIDY in great disorder_)
+
+TIDY
+
+  Oh, dear, oh, dear, what shall I do?
+  Oh, such a plight I never knew!
+  Though I arose as is my way
+  An hour before the break of day,
+  Here it is noon, and nothing done;
+  The milk has soured in the sun,
+  And the sweet, pretty duck I broiled
+  A neighbor’s dog has dragged and spoiled;
+  I beat him with my hands and wept!
+  Straight through the window then he leapt,
+  And through the window after him,
+  With scratchéd face and bruiséd limb,
+  And on through mire and briar and bog
+  Hours and hours I chased that dog,
+  Stumbling, uttering awful cries--
+  While into my kitchen swarmed the flies!
+  I came back at half-past ten!
+  Oh, what a sight did greet me then!
+  My fair white sheets I hung so fine
+  Down in the black muck under the line!
+  And out of the oven from cakes ’n’ pies ’n’
+  Beautiful tarts the thick smoke risin’!
+  I knelt down my tarts to remove,
+  And my quince jelly that stood on the stove
+  Up did boil, and, as you see,
+  Boiled itself all over me!--
+  All over the floor, all over the room,--
+  Whereat I ran to fetch the broom--
+  The broom! The broom--instead of the mop!
+  To fetch a broom to wipe up slop!
+  And with its handle smashed the clock’s face,
+  Getting glass all over the place,
+  And knocked the dishes off the shelf,
+  And fell to my knees and cut myself,
+  And wept and cried and when I would rise
+  Could not see for the tears in my eyes;
+  So tripped on a chair and, to save a fall,
+  Caught at the table, then flat did sprawl,
+  Dragging the table down with me,
+  And everything on it, as well you may see!
+  I cannot live in such a state!
+  But where to begin is past my pate!
+
+  (_Enter KING_)
+
+KING
+
+  I am the King of all these lands:
+  Down upon your knees and hands.
+  Wishing to marry me, I have said
+  That the tidiest maiden I would wed
+  In all my realm, wherefore I go
+  From kitchen to kitchen, that I may know
+  And judge for myself what maid is worth
+  To sit at my side in feasting and in mirth.
+  Untidy Spill-time, it is easy to see
+  That my fair bride you never will be.
+
+TIDY
+
+  Oh, great King, hear me when I say
+  This has been a most unusual day!
+  It is by chance alone you see
+  In such a state my kitchen and me!
+  I can set us both to rights in a minute!
+
+KING
+
+  In vain! I have set a trap and caught you in it!
+  Vain, wench, your lies and your pretense!
+  I see what I see and I hie me hence!
+
+  (_Exit KING_)
+
+  (_Exit TIDY, weeping_)
+
+  (ENTER SLUT)
+
+SLUT
+
+  Lest you know me not in this disguise
+  I tell you I am SLUT, and I tell you no lies.
+  My face and my hands are clean and neat;
+  Fresh is my frock, trim are my feet.
+  But I assure you you are not wrong
+  To think that so tidy I shall not be for long.
+  And if the story you wish from me,
+  I will tell you how this came to be:
+  Dull was the day and tedious my book;
+  I saw no pleasure wherever I might look;
+  I had done everything that I knew how to do,
+  And I could think of nothing new.
+  But at last I thought of one
+  Thing that I had never done.
+  And I said, “I will take a broom,
+  And I will sweep this room!
+  I will wash this floor!”
+  I had never washed it before--
+  “All things in order will I arrange,
+  Although I hate order, for it will be a change.”
+  So here I am, as you can see--
+  I and my kitchen as clean as can be.
+  But in a room as clean as this
+  My bones ache and I find no bliss.
+  So watch, and soon it will appear
+  Much less orderly and drear.
+
+  (_Enter KING_)
+
+KING
+
+  Down upon your knees and hands!
+  I am the King of all these lands.
+  Wishing to marry me, I have said
+  That the tidiest maiden I would wed
+  In all my realms, wherefore I go
+  From kitchen to kitchen that I may know--
+  Yet stay! This kitchen is so tidy,
+  I think that you must be my bridey!
+  As far and wide as I have been
+  So neat a kitchen I have not seen;
+  Therefore I say you are my wife,
+  For the remainder of your life.
+
+SLUT (_aside_)
+
+  To point him out his error at first I intended,
+  But least said is soonest mended.
+
+  (_Exeunt KING with SLUT_)
+
+  (_Enter TIDY_)
+
+TIDY
+
+  Now once again with me
+  All is as it is wont to be.
+  Now once again you see me stand
+  The tidiest lady in the land.
+  If the King should see me now
+  He would tell a different tale, I trow.
+
+  (_Enter KING_)
+
+KING
+
+  Oh, lovely lady, who are you,
+  That I am a talking to?
+
+TIDY
+
+  She am I whom you did scorn
+  This very day at morn.
+
+KING
+
+  It may not be as you have said,
+  For you would I gladly wed!
+
+TIDY
+
+  I thank you for the favor, but
+  They tell me you have married SLUT!
+
+KING
+
+  Oh, cock’s bones! And strike me dead!
+  Is it a Slut that I have wed?
+
+  (_Enter SLUT dressed as at first_)
+
+SLUT
+
+  So here you dally whilst I sit at home!
+  Never any more abroad shall you roam,
+  But sit at home with me for the rest of your life,
+  For I am your lawful wedded wife!
+
+KING
+
+  Oh, woe is me, what a life will be mine!
+
+SLUT
+
+  It is too late now to repine:
+  Home with me you come for the rest of your life,
+  For SLUT is your lawful wedded wife!
+
+  (_Exit SLUT with KING_)
+
+TIDY
+
+  A slattern is a fearful sight,--ah, me!
+  What pleasure it gives so tidy to be!
+
+  (_Exit TIDY_)
+
+EPILOGUE
+
+  Now that the play is at an end,
+  By CHANCE _you_ have enjoyed it, friend;
+  By CHANCE to _you_ his sweet was gall;
+  By CHANCE _you_ slumbered through it all.
+  Howe’er it be, it was by CHANCE
+  The KING was led so merry a dance,
+  By CHANCE that TIDY met disgrace,
+  By CHANCE alone SLUT washed her face;
+  From morn to eve the whole day long
+  It was by CHANCE that things went wrong.
+  Wherefore, good friends, t’ escape derision,
+  Be not o’er hasty in your decision,
+  For he who heedeth not this rule
+  BY CHANCE HE WILL BE CALLED A FOOL!
+
+
+
+
+TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE:
+
+
+  Italicized or underlined text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_.
+
+
+
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+
+                          JABBERWOCK, BEWARE!
+
+                        By Richard A. Sternbach
+
+                The aliens offered Earth one chance for
+            survival: beat them in an intellectual duel. So
+           Joe Waters rose to the task, grim--and drunk!...
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
+                            September 1953
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+The Security Council was in emergency session. The four delegates would
+have had easier consciences had more nations been represented, but it
+was hard to travel now. Only Russia, England and France were able to
+send their men to New York.
+
+Sergei Moskov, USSR, presided unofficially. He wore a harried look, and
+addressed them wearily.
+
+"To think, gentlemen, that it has taken circumstances like these to
+bring us into accord!"
+
+The others said nothing. Overhead, above New York's stone and glass UN
+building that had been conceived in hope and wrought with faith, they
+could hear the whine of the patrolling ships. The delegates stared at
+the table in front of them.
+
+"Your country, Mr. Conrad," Moskov said to the American
+representative, "is the mother of our last hope." He looked around the
+table for concurrence. Sir Manly straightened a bit, and M. Tourneau's
+mustache twitched, but they all nodded. What use national pride now?
+There was not much time, anyway. Tonight....
+
+"He will be here?" Moskov asked.
+
+Conrad cleared his throat. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled
+out a slip of paper.
+
+"Joe--I mean, Dr. Waters--sent an answer to our request." He read:
+
+    "'I take my vorpal sword in hand. Beware, Jabberwock--I come. Joe
+    Waters.'"
+
+"The courage of youth," Sir Manly said, but he smiled.
+
+Moskov looked at his watch. "He should be here, then."
+
+"I am."
+
+They all turned at the sound of that voice, and rose as Joe Waters
+strode in. Just thirty years old, athletic, brilliant. He was
+accompanied by a wizened character in a baggy brown suit and crumpled
+felt hat.
+
+"Gentlemen." Joe said, and bowed. They all sat down.
+
+"A friend," he explained, indicating his companion. "Name of Mike."
+
+"Friend _and_ buddy," Mike said in a whiskey-hoarse voice.
+
+"We thought you understood, Dr. Waters," Moskov said, eyeing Mike
+distastefully, "that this was to be a secret conference."
+
+M. Tourneau, who had a sensitive nose, shifted his chair slightly away
+from the bum.
+
+Joe said, "I met Mike in a bar last night and he's been with me since.
+I like his unsophisticated point of view."
+
+"Bar!" Sir Manly exclaimed, visibly shaken.
+
+"Bar." Joe answered. "For the same reason I'm here now." He leaned
+forward.
+
+"I happened to be looking at the moon with my girl when they blew it
+up." His eyes narrowed at the memory. "She started to cry, and was
+still at it when we got back to her apartment. That's when I went to
+a bar to get drunk. It's also one reason I'm here. When they take the
+moon away from lovers, it's the last straw!"
+
+"Give 'em hell, kid!" Mike rasped. Joe silenced him with a wave of his
+hand, and Mike slouched down in his chair looking hurt.
+
+"Mr. Conrad," Moskov said, "will you be good enough to give Dr. Waters
+the latest developments?"
+
+"All right. Joe, you know what's happened this past week."
+
+Joe nodded.
+
+"In case you didn't get the overall picture--their ships," he jerked
+a thumb at the whine passing back and forth above, "have completely
+blanketed the world. They have destroyed every means of defense we've
+used against them. Atomic anti-aircraft, even, hasn't fazed them in the
+least.
+
+"Yesterday they sent for us. The head of their expedition told us who
+they are, and it accounts, perhaps, for their anthropoidal appearance.
+They are from Jupiter, so it's not inconceivable after all that similar
+forms of life should become dominant in the same solar system.
+
+"They are easily twice our size--and if ability to learn and speak
+fluently in a half hour, each of the three languages represented here
+means anything, they have a proportionate I.Q.
+
+"Their leader, Slan, says his title means he is the crown prince
+of the royal Jovian family. Slan was nothing if not courteous and
+chivalrous. He told us yesterday he would give us a sporting chance for
+survival--why, I can't imagine. Apparently this expedition is like a
+glorified fox hunt to them.
+
+"We are to choose a person to represent the world in an intellectual
+duel with him. If we win, they withdraw completely, never to bother us
+again. If we lose, then, he said, we're not worth saving and we'll be
+completely destroyed--hunted individually, which to them is great sport.
+
+"To prove they could do it, he had his ship's guns turn on the moon.
+You saw what happened--disintegrated completely."
+
+"Them crumbs!" Mike grated. "We'll murder 'em, Joe!"
+
+"Quiet, Mike."
+
+Mike grumbled, pulled out a cigarette paper and tobacco and rolled his
+own.
+
+"That's why we've called on you," Conrad said.
+
+"Waters," Sir Manly said, "the world rests on your shoulders."
+
+"You have every qualification," M. Tourneau put in.
+
+"Your brilliant theories in symbolic logic and theoretical
+mathematics," said Sir Manly.
+
+"Chess champion of the world," Moskov added respectfully.
+
+"Your contributions to astrophysics," Conrad said.
+
+"And don't you guys ferget--he won the decathlon when he was just a
+high school kid. He'll murder them bums!"
+
+Joe smiled. "Don't mind my pugnacious friend."
+
+"You are, so far as we know, the finest representative the world
+could have." Moskov looked serious, and Joe became aware suddenly of
+the awful burden involved. What use intellectual ability or athletic
+prowess, compared to Jovian standards? Wasn't there someone--even a
+science-fiction writer, perhaps--better qualified to handle a situation
+as fantastic as this? Apparently not.
+
+"When's the funeral?" Joe asked drily.
+
+"Please, m'sieu, a little respect for the situation!" M. Tourneau
+looked pained.
+
+"The contest is to be in Slan's ship at eight o'clock tonight," Moskov
+answered. "They will pick you up here in five hours."
+
+"You and me both, Joe," Mike said.
+
+"Yeah," Joe answered, and now he was mentally reeling under the impact
+of his responsibility. "Let's have a drink first. I think we'll need
+one."
+
+Sir Manly paled. "I say...."
+
+"We'll murder them damn Greeks," Mike chortled.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Shay, I'm not goin' in that thing," Mike protested.
+
+"Can't fight 'em if we don't," Joe answered mournfully.
+
+"They're big enough, all right," Mike admitted respectfully. "Wouldn't
+some football coach like to have one o' _them_ on his squad!"
+
+"C'mon, le's go." Joe shoved Mike toward the waiting ship, at the door
+of which a behemoth of a figure waited patiently, watching with some
+apparent disdain as the two, arms around each other's shoulders, weaved
+unsteadily inside.
+
+Inside the ship, Joe took a long pull at the bottle Mike passed him.
+Strange, he thought, how an unforseeable factor, upsetting life's
+routine equations, produces unguessed mental reactions. Until last
+night he'd never had a drink in his life. Then a little thing like the
+moon being blown up. Aloud he quoted,
+
+    "'Yet what are all such mysteries to me
+    Whose life is full of indices and surds?
+    x^2 + 7x + 53 - 11/3'"
+
+"Whassat?"
+
+"Lewish Carroll," Joe answered, and wondered greatly at the vast
+amounts of liquor he had consumed in a short space of time.
+
+    "'Beware the Jabberwock, my son....'"
+
+And Joe Waters, the world's most brilliant human, passed out.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+They left Joe in the ship and dragged Mike before Slan. That gigantic
+figure sat in regal splendor at the end of a long corridor that ran the
+length of the vessel. On either side of Mike, as he stumbled toward the
+throne which seemed miles away, uniformed giants stood at attention.
+Had he stretched his arm he might have been able to rap a belt buckle.
+The sensation of being a pygmy increased as he approached Slan.
+
+Grouped around Slan, whose throne was on a platform several feet
+high, stood members of what seemed to be a retinue. They sneered and
+snickered as Mike drew near, and Mike had to strain his neck and
+blurred eyes to see them.
+
+"Are you ready to begin?" Slan asked in a voice that nearly deafened
+Mike.
+
+"We'll murder ya, ya bums," Mike answered belligerently. His
+whiskey-fogged mind somehow assumed Joe was still by his side.
+
+"Very well, then." And Slan extended an arm toward Mike, thumb pointed
+up.
+
+Mike promptly repeated the gesture, except that he pointed _his_ thumb
+down.
+
+Slan reached for a huge flagon of red liquid, which he poured slowly
+onto the floor. Mike stared, then reached into a hip pocket and
+produced a bottle of whiskey, swallowed some and vigorously smacked his
+lips. Then he held the bottle out to Slan, grinning broadly.
+
+Slan reached into a bag at his side, took out a handful of colored
+pebbles, and scattered them on the floor. Mike scrambled after them and
+stuffed them into his pocket, then struggled erect, panting with the
+exertion.
+
+Slan arose from his throne, stepped off the platform, and towered over
+Mike.
+
+"You surprise me," he boomed. "You and your little planet are smarter
+than I expected. Go, and tell your people that they could not have
+chosen a worthier representative."
+
+It was a dazed and confused Mike who was led stumbling, and clutching
+his bottle, back to the ship which was to take him to a free world.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Slan, meanwhile, found himself besieged by annoyed and puzzled
+followers. He held up his hand for silence, and relapsed into native
+Jovian.
+
+"That earthling," he said sarcastically, "seems to have fared better
+than you who are so proud of your intellects.
+
+"When I held my thumb up, indicating our superiority in size and
+strength, he pointed his thumb down, to show that physical power is
+really of minor importance.
+
+"I poured a red liquid onto the floor, dramatizing the effect of
+conflict on them, if that should be my wish. He demonstrated his
+fearlessness by producing a light-colored liquid and sampling it with
+enjoyment--as his kind would react to such an encounter.
+
+"Finally I flung out a handful of colored pebbles, displaying the
+confusing array of languages, races, and ideas their world contains. He
+scooped them into his pocket, showing that their diversity could still
+be united into single purpose."
+
+Slan looked contemptuously at the crestfallen faces of his men.
+
+"It would be to our benefit if we had half their spirit in proportion
+to our size," he said. Then he bellowed,
+
+"Order all ships to withdraw at once!" To an aide he muttered, "We'll
+leave this planet to those worthy of it."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Mike and Joe were hiding from a world delirious with joy and anxious to
+heap glory upon its saviour--whom they thought was Joe Waters. Joe had
+no intention of deluding the world in this regard, but right now he was
+plying Mike with whiskey to get from him the story of what happened.
+
+They were in the rear booth of a bar, and Mike kept insisting that Joe
+knew perfectly well what had happened because he'd been right there.
+
+"All right," Joe said coaxingly, "I know what happened. But tell me how
+you're going to tell it, so we can get our stories straight."
+
+"Can't understan' it," Mike said thickly, shaking his head. "The guy
+was nuts."
+
+"What happened?" Joe pleaded. Mike, who apparently had no saturation
+point, gulped some more whiskey.
+
+"First thing," he said, "the guy sticks his thumb up in the air, like
+he's gonna give me the bum's rush. So I point mine down--if he tries to
+kick me outa there before we even get a chance to talk business, I'll
+floor 'im."
+
+"Yeah, you would."
+
+Mike ignored this comment, took yet another drink and wiped his lips on
+the back of his hand. Joe watched this display of alcoholic immunity
+with admiration, and Mike continued.
+
+"Then he takes a bottle of this awful-looking wine and pours it out on
+the floor.
+
+"No wonder they been raising such a rumpus, Joe. With nothing but that
+stuff to drink, I would too! So I pulled out my flask and took a swig,
+to show what we've got, and I offer him some. You know something, Joe,"
+and Mike leaned forward earnestly, "when that guy saw the kind of stuff
+we drink he got a new respect, 'cause he takes a handful of jewels and
+rolls 'em at me. Now, I don't look no gift horse in the teeth--I pocket
+'em as fast as I get my hands on 'em. I got the rocks with me--here."
+
+He pulled out the "pebbles" Slan had referred to--and jewels they were.
+Fire shot from diamonds, rubies, emeralds, amethysts. Joe whistled.
+
+"We can use the money that stuff will bring."
+
+"Buy a liquor store?" Mike asked eagerly.
+
+"Finance the development and launching of an interplanetary expedition."
+
+"Ah, what the hell you want to do that for?"
+
+"They've got eleven moons," Joe said grimly, "and all we want is one."
+
+
+
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+
+
+LESSON FOR TODAY
+
+By Joel Nydahl
+
+With the world destroyed around them, Helen
+wondered why she and Robbie were still left alive.
+There must be a reason--and of course, there was....
+
+[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
+May 1953
+Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+    "_While we remain in our invisible space-ship, the inhabitants of
+    this world cannot see us. Prepare to take notes now in preparation
+    for your final exam on the subject Alien Creatures and Their Actions
+    in Given Situations. Notice below us the female of the dominant
+    Species. She is with her child...._"
+
+Clutching Robbie in her arms and holding him tight, Helen Thompson
+sat down wearily on the ground. The cold and dampness was all around
+her, boring through the thin cotton dress she wore. Her flesh was cold
+and her dark brown hair hung in ringlets over her forehead. She wore
+no shoes. She had lost them miles back, near the ruins at the edge of
+Chicago. Her feet were blistered and bleeding, numb now from the cold
+of early morning.
+
+Carefully she put her sleeping child on the ground for a moment as she
+rubbed her feet trying to restore circulation. Slowly feeling came back
+and then she flinched as pain shot up her legs.
+
+She picked up the child and started again, heading westward.
+
+    "_See the way she tries to protect her young, cradling it in her
+    arms, shielding it from the coldness with her own body._"
+
+Now the sun was higher in the sky. The cold was gone now. But still
+there was something surrounding her, enclosing her, almost like a
+prison wall. Yet she could not see it.
+
+_Radiation!_
+
+Radiation from the long exploded bombs. It poisoned the air. It killed
+all vegetation. It killed all the animals. All except the two of them,
+the woman and her child. It had spared them. Not because it wanted to,
+but because it had to. Vaguely she remembered....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+She and Robbie had been sitting in a Chicago park when the first
+bomb dropped. It fell quite near them, about three miles away. She
+remembered the bright blinding flash. Above them the branch of a tree
+cracked. It fell to a point twenty feet over their heads. Then it
+stopped. It was as if some force held it back. The force, whatever it
+was, also held back the heat. But it didn't stop her from fainting in
+terror.
+
+When she regained consciousness, the burned and broken city lay all
+around them. Buildings were fused together. Everywhere was destruction.
+Everywhere except around she and Robbie. There, the grass was green and
+flowers grew. At the edge where the green ended and the black began,
+there was a pile of rubbish piled up _as if leaning against something_.
+She picked up a stick nearby and threw it. It reached the point where
+the green stopped and then it too stopped, _in the middle of the air_.
+Finally it fell to the ground.
+
+She arose and walked over to where the stick lay. She extended her hand
+a few feet in front of her, and touched something. Something tangible,
+yet she could not see it. And no matter how hard she pushed, she could
+not extend her hand beyond a given point.
+
+_A dome was covering them and protecting them!_
+
+For weeks she and Robbie stayed under the dome while the wind took some
+of the radiation away. Each morning, when they awoke, a package of food
+lay by their side. Strange food, food they had never tasted or seen
+before. _Alien food._
+
+_They had been spared by--what?_
+
+The puzzling thoughts spun in her mind. _Why_ were they being spared?
+_Who_ was sparing them?
+
+Then one day, weeks after the bombs dropped, the dome disappeared. She
+could not see it disappear, but she knew that it was gone for the pile
+of ash that had leaned against it fell to the ground.
+
+Then she started out with but one thought in mind. _I must find
+Johnny!_ Across country she went, through small towns filled with death.
+
+She walked, with Robbie stumbling along at her side, his small face
+wide with wonder and fear. Her heart ached as she looked into his
+staring eyes, while an occasional whimper left his lips. "... mommy,
+where's Daddy? Where is he, mommy?"
+
+She gripped his hand tighter and continued to walk, each mile a numb
+and crazy nightmare.
+
+    "_Now take note of the setting the aliens are in. It took careful
+    planning for our scientists to devastate the planet's surface as
+    you now witness._"
+
+It was late afternoon when Helen stopped to rest by a seared oak tree.
+Robbie had been walking beside her. Suddenly he turned and looked up at
+her. "Mommy, why are we walking so far? I'm tired of walking. I don't
+want to walk any more. Where is daddy?"
+
+"Hush, dear. We're going to find daddy." She knew they would never find
+him ... alive. But something made her keep going. Something inside
+wouldn't let her turn back. _She had to know...._
+
+"We've got to find daddy so he'll make everything right again, don't
+we?"
+
+She hesitated before answering. "Yes--yes that's it. We've got to find
+daddy so he can help us--and make everything right again!"
+
+"Oh."
+
+"Go to sleep, Robbie. You've got to rest."
+
+"But I'm hungry."
+
+"Sleep, dear. We'll eat ... later." She kissed him, sat on the ground
+beside him and rocked his head in her weary arms.
+
+    "_For those of you students who do not understand the languages of
+    this planet, I'll interpret. She was trying to comfort her young
+    one, telling him that his father was going to make everything right
+    again when they found him. While inwardly she knew they would never
+    find him alive. Primitive peoples often react to disasters in this
+    way, making themselves and others around them believe things that
+    are not true._"
+
+Slowly Helen opened her eyes. She sat up slowly, taking in the scene
+around her. She sat that way for a moment, thinking, her mind far from
+there, somewhere in southern France where her aunt and uncle were. She
+wondered if--
+
+"Robbie," she whispered. She nudged his shoulder gently, trying to
+awaken him. Finally his eyes opened. He smiled wistfully.
+
+"Get up, dear. We've got to be going now."
+
+"I'm hungry."
+
+"I know. So am I. We'll find something to eat pretty soon. You will
+have to wait."
+
+"But--" Tears came to his eyes. One ran down his dirty cheek, making a
+rivulet.
+
+"Please Robbie," she pleaded. "Don't cry. Remember what daddy always
+said, 'A smile blocks up the tears.'" He smiled weakly. "Now buck up,"
+she added.
+
+She took his hand and they started walking.
+
+    "_Reading her mind, I see that she is more concerned over her
+    child's welfare than her own. This is very unusual in primitive
+    races._"
+
+They entered a small town. Down the main street they walked. The town
+was deserted, but showed no sign of being bombed or burned. In the
+street, numerous automobiles were parked. But she saw no people....
+
+They entered a restaurant. Inside, the tables and chairs were in good
+order except for a half inch of dust and a few dirty dishes. She
+inspected the kitchen and found what she had been looking for. Canned
+food.
+
+"Robbie," she called. "Where are you?"
+
+She walked back to the door of the kitchen and looked into the
+restaurant. Robbie was not there.... Then she saw him through the
+restaurant windows, standing on the street outside. She called
+"Robbie--I've found some food!"
+
+Robbie turned, his small face twisted with hunger. He started back
+toward the door.
+
+She returned to the kitchen and looked for a can opener.
+
+    "_We will drop down a few hundred feet and pick up the young one
+    with our magnetic-force-field. We shall examine him._"
+
+One moment Robbie was standing at the restaurant door, and the next
+he was floating upward in the middle of the air. There was a strange
+sensation in his stomach. He was scared. He started to cry.
+
+    "_Notice the noise he makes with his mouth. This is not a form of
+    communication, but rather he is using a primitive form of expressing
+    his thoughts, which is called crying. Reading his mind, I find only
+    confusion and fear. He wonders where he is, but knows that he
+    doesn't like it._
+
+    "_Another interesting fact about these aliens is that they feel
+    pain. It is hard to understand and even harder to explain. But I
+    will try. We are aware of touching something or somebody only as a
+    sensation on the skin. These people have more than that. Now watch.
+    As I cut the skin of this young one slightly, notice that he jerks
+    and screams louder. He is feeling pain. It is a strong sensation
+    that leaves a sharp impression on the brain. That does not fully
+    explain it, but it is the best I can do along with this
+    demonstration._"
+
+"Oh, good God! Robbie! What happened, honey. What happened?" Then she
+saw the blood dripping on the floor. "_Robbie_, your arm!"
+
+Then he was in her arms, sobbing hysterically. "I--I ... they took me,
+and cut me--and ..." but he could go no further.
+
+Carefully, she laid him on a table and examined his arm. The bleeding
+had subsided some. She took a clean wet cloth and wiped off the blood.
+Then she bandaged it.
+
+Robbie had stopped sobbing now, but the tears were still coming. She
+tried to get the story of what had happened to him, but what she did
+hear, she didn't believe.
+
+After he finished she said, "Now, Robbie, I can't believe that you were
+lifted into the air by a space-ship, tied to a table and cut in the arm
+by some monster!"
+
+"But Mommy, that's what happened. Honest! And when I was laying on the
+table I heard them talking. But I couldn't understand what they were
+saying!"
+
+A grimness filled her as he spoke. And then a terrible horror spread
+through her. She remembered the Chicago park, when the bombs fell--how
+they alone seemed to be spared death.... _Was it possible?..._
+
+She grabbed Robbie into her arms and dashed up the street away from the
+restaurant. She saw a car standing by the curb and ran to it. There
+were keys in the ignition. She put Robbie on the front seat and got
+in. As the motor coughed into life she meshed gears and sped out of
+the town. One thing buzzed in her mind. _Peoria--that's where Johnny
+is--oh, Johnny--help us!_
+
+    "_The conveyance in which you now see them is called an automobile.
+    It is propelled by a liquid fuel, gasoline, in an internal
+    combustion engine. We purposely had the automobile left there for
+    them._"
+
+She drove through the industrial section of Peoria. She knew she was
+near the factory where Johnny worked. She started looking for the
+building, thinking how unfair it was for Johnny to have taken a job
+so far from Chicago. But her heart lifted as she thought about her
+husband. _Johnny--Johnny, we're here!_
+
+There! To her left. There it was! She stopped the car, took Robbie's
+hand and ran toward the building.
+
+"Mommy, is this where daddy is? Is he here?" Robbie's voice trembled.
+
+She nodded her head as they ran. "Yes, Robbie--daddy's here!"
+
+She reached the building. The door was open and they stepped inside.
+
+She was breathless now. Johnny--so close.... She led Robbie to the
+stairs and her knees shook as they went up. "Johnny! Johnny!" she
+called, her voice close to hysteria.
+
+But there was only silence.
+
+She ran down the hall on the second floor, pulling Robbie with her,
+heard him sobbing. Then she saw the door and the gold letters on it.
+JOHN THOMPSON.
+
+"Robbie, stay here." She hesitated. Her hands were cold and clammy. She
+was trembling.
+
+She shoved open the door.
+
+She screamed.
+
+There on the floor lay a body. It had once been a man. Now there was
+only a skeleton of bleached white bones. Then she saw _it_. On the ring
+finger of his right hand. A gold ring with silver letters on black
+onyx. Johnny's....
+
+Then she was running and screaming. Screaming and running. Down the
+stairs and out the door. Behind her Robbie followed, crying, terror in
+his small eyes.
+
+She collapsed on the ground, her body shaking with sobs. Robbie fell
+beside her.
+
+She put her arms around him, clutched his body to her. "Oh, Robbie,"
+she cried. "You're the only thing I have left in the world. I love you.
+Don't leave me. Don't ever leave me." She snuggled him closer to her.
+
+Then she looked at his face. She gave a little cry in her throat. She
+looked closer. Covering his skin were small red sores. What was it she
+had once read in a book?--Something about radiation poisoning--red
+sores appearing just before death--
+
+"No, Robbie! Oh, no!"
+
+He looked up at her, his eyes hot and feverish. He tried to talk but
+the words bubbled on his lips.
+
+She pressed him to her breast and rocked him, shaking her head. "No,
+Robbie! Don't leave me!..."
+
+She felt the beating of his heart against hers. Slower. His small body
+twitched. Then grew silent.
+
+... She sat there on the ground, holding the still form in her arms
+long after the sun had set. The Moon shone down with a silver glow,
+bathing the child's dead body in its soft light. It shone in the
+woman's eyes too, glazed eyes, with a dead mind behind them....
+
+    "_That concludes our lesson for today._"
+
+
+
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+
+
+                Jerry vowed no woman would ever entice
+              him into matrimony. But of course, that was
+              before Professor Madigan's invention, the--
+
+                               MAN-TRAP
+
+                             By Hal Annas
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
+                             December 1953
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Jerry Kerran watched the news analyst fade from the screen to be
+replaced by a woman who looked directly at him and said, "Listen,
+girls! Professor Madigan's greatest invention. A new kind of magnetism
+more powerful than gravity. Works as a supplement to a natural
+magnetism. Can be controlled--"
+
+Kerran switched off the current. "Women," he growled. "Bah!"
+
+He had three rules concerning woman: a) if she won't stay home and neck
+on the sofa get rid of her; b) if she will stay home and neck on the
+sofa suspect her of matrimonial intentions and get rid of her; c) don't
+monkey with her to begin with and avoid the nuisance of bothering with
+the first two rules.
+
+He rose to his lanky six feet of height, brushed the unruly red hair
+out of his eyes, strode to the door and turned the knob. The door
+swung wide. He glanced about briefly, then looked down and saw the girl.
+
+She had, he realized, removed her highheels. Ordinarily the top of her
+platinum hair came an inch above his shoulders. Not that he was in the
+habit of getting close enough to determine this factor accurately, but
+he couldn't help seeing her enter and leave the apartment across the
+way from time to time.
+
+"You knocked?" he said bruskly.
+
+Her head was tilted back, her blue eyes wide. "I need a pound of
+sugar," she said. "My pneumatic is out of order. Can't get deliveries."
+
+"You mean, you cook?" He stared in awe.
+
+"I'm making a cake," she breathed, inching closer.
+
+He backed out of the doorway and she entered. Without giving him
+another glance, she went to the pneumatic, cut in the phone and ordered
+a pound of sugar. She turned back to him.
+
+"It shouldn't be a minute. I'll wait--if you don't mind."
+
+He had tried to keep himself from studying her. Despite this, his
+eyes told him that her figure was just about perfect and as both a
+counteraction and a stimulant to the mounting tension in him, her smile
+was surprisingly bright and full. There was little danger of the flavor
+of her warpaint confusing a man. She wore little, if any. Her bright
+lips and cheeks seemed to need no added color.
+
+"Don't bother to stand," she said considerately. She waited until he
+had lowered himself to the couch, then dropped down beside him, a
+trifle too close to allow him to put his mind on other things.
+
+"I hope I haven't troubled you." Her hand brushed his.
+
+"Not at all." He drew his hand away.
+
+"From the looks of your side-board," she went on cheerily, "you were
+just getting ready to mix a drink. I'm an expert. Shall I mix a couple?"
+
+He resisted the inclination to rise when she did, and deliberately kept
+his eyes from following her. He snatched up the paper, rustled it
+noisily and tried to concentrate on the headlines.
+
+Two things distracted him. One was the faint scent of perfume and the
+other was the chinking of ice and glasses. He put the paper aside,
+tried to put his mind on distant things. This soon palled. He was about
+to get up and pace the floor when she returned and handed him a cool
+glass.
+
+"Thanks," he said and leaned back.
+
+She sat down again, so close that her shoulder brushed his. He
+edged over against the arm of the couch, putting an inch of space
+between them, glanced sidelong at her, and drank. He rolled his eyes
+ceiling-ward, smacked his lips and drank again.
+
+"What did you put in it?"
+
+"About a spoonful of creme de menthe, a couple drops of bitters and
+about two ounces of rye. Like it?"
+
+He scowled deliberately, armoring himself against his feelings. "It's
+fair--for a woman's mixings. You should have put in more liquor."
+
+"Of course. I'll learn."
+
+"Not from me," he snapped. "I'm a woman-hater."
+
+She leaned toward him. "Why?"
+
+He tossed off the balance of the drink, set the glass on the table and
+made a sweeping gesture. "They're all alike," he said brutally. "Fickle
+and treacherous. Deceivers. Always flinging their sex around."
+
+"Not all women," she countered. "Take this Professor Madigan who
+discovered that new adhesion force."
+
+"A woman?"
+
+"Of course. Professor Madigan is a scholarly young woman. Her sex
+appeal might not win a beauty contest, but she discovered a perfectly
+wonderful man-catcher."
+
+"What?"
+
+"A new force. Works like gravity--only it's different. Its strength
+increases in ratio to the square of the distance."
+
+"What are you talking about? Women don't understand things like that."
+
+"No?"
+
+"No! Need I spell it out for you? Your delivery should be in the
+pneumatic by now. Why don't you pick it up and go home and make your
+cake?"
+
+"I shall. I had no idea I was living next door to a misogynist, and a
+brutal one at that."
+
+"I don't like women," Kerran said emphatically. "They're all alike.
+Fickle. Deceivers. Everything about them artificial. Lips, color,
+shape."
+
+The girl rose and stood over him. "I'm not wearing make-up," she
+asserted. "You flatter yourself in thinking I would put on my face to
+come across the hall."
+
+"Your shape! Your hips aren't that neat!"
+
+The color rose in her cheeks. She lifted a hand as though to strike
+him. The hand trembled. She lowered it to her side. "I do not wear a
+girdle. Want to feel?"
+
+"No," he said, his own color rising. "Go on home."
+
+Ignoring the pneumatic, she crossed to the door, snatched it open,
+marched into the corridor. Through the open doorway he heard the knob
+turn on her door. He went to the pneumatic, picked up the sugar, strode
+across the corridor and knocked. In a moment her head appeared, then
+the door swung wide.
+
+"You forgot something," he said contritely. "Sorry I was rude. I'm
+a natural woman-hater, and a moment before you came in some wench
+on television triggered my feelings on the subject.... Just keep on
+your own side of the fence and I'll stay on mine. I'll even speak
+to you occasionally, if you wish, but that's as far as I'll go in
+neighborliness."
+
+"Thanks," she said. "You're more than kind. But I shan't trouble you.
+I've just become a man-hater."
+
+Kerran turned to go. Halfway across the corridor he felt something tug
+at him. It was a steady and increasingly powerful pull, forcing him
+into the girl's apartment. He lost his balance, reeled through the
+doorway, came to a halt against the table, noticed that the force still
+drew him toward the girl on the far side of the table.
+
+"Well?" she said.
+
+"Er-uh, just dropped in. Going right back out."
+
+He got halfway to the door before it again took effect. He leaned
+against it, dug his feet into the carpet, pushed. He almost reached the
+door. He could go no farther, knew he was going to be snatched back to
+the table.
+
+He turned, dug in his heels, braced himself, and then the girl came
+flying over the table and directly into his arms. Instantly the force
+released him and he fell with the girl on top.
+
+The platinum hair was in his eyes, against his face, the scent of
+perfume all about, the full weight of the soft warm flesh pressing him
+down. Then she struggled up, stood erect.
+
+Getting his feet under him, he said, "I want to apologize. Your shape
+is natural. You don't wear a girdle. And now I'll be going."
+
+He had scarcely turned before he felt it again. He swung back quickly,
+saw that the girl was hanging on the sofa. He lost his balance, went
+staggering toward her, flung out his arms, and the next thing he knew
+she was pressing against him, standing on her toes, and her lips were
+brushing his cheek, and they were moist and warm and soft.
+
+She drew back and said, belligerently, "I wish you'd get out of here."
+
+He started again, hesitated when he felt the force, turned back. "I've
+heard of magnetic women," he said with restraint. "I never believed in
+it. But now--" He gestured vaguely. "Please turn off your charms."
+
+She lowered her eyes. "I thought it was you. I've been drawn to you
+from the first and I thought you'd suddenly become irresistible. Do you
+mean you feel it too?"
+
+He nodded. "I've read about magnetic women in the best books. Now, dash
+it, turn it off! I'm getting tired of hanging around here."
+
+"It's you," she insisted. "You turn it off."
+
+He shook his head. "I'm plain as an old shoe. Everybody knows. But you!
+One look at you and anybody'd know you've got this magnetism. That's
+why I had to be so brutal. It was the only way I could resist and keep
+my woman-hating integrity. I can feel your magnetism now. It's getting
+stronger."
+
+"And I feel yours. It's pulling me right into your arms."
+
+"Stay back. I can't stand much more. I'm a confirmed misogynist, and if
+you keep on I'll have to go against my principles, and that wouldn't be
+honest."
+
+"I can't help it," she murmured from two feet away. "I can't resist
+you."
+
+Kerran puzzled briefly. "Maybe that's it. I remember when I was
+overseas. But no! All they wanted was chewing gum and cigarets. Still,
+you never can tell. Maybe it came on me suddenly. Maybe looking at you
+sort of triggered my magnetism."
+
+She smiled. "If you'll quit looking at me maybe we can stop it. Look
+the other way and I'll try to stop thinking about you because you do
+something to me."
+
+Kerran nodded. "That's it. Beat it! I'll put my mind on something else."
+
+Visualizing a horse race in which he had his money on the bang-tail
+just ready to break the tape, he didn't feel the tug for several
+seconds. He struggled mightily but futilely to resist. He wound up in
+the kitchen where the girl was holding onto the electric range.
+
+"You didn't play fair," he said accusingly. "Treacherous. Just like
+all your sex. You thought about me."
+
+She lowered her eyes. "I--I just couldn't help it."
+
+Kerran felt his chest expand involuntarily. "One of us is
+irresistible," he said. "It isn't you because I positively was not
+thinking about you. So it must be me." His chest expanded another inch.
+"I guess a girl who can't resist me would be true. And since we can't
+beat this force, the only solution is to get married."
+
+She nodded. "That's the only solution. But maybe I don't want to solve
+the problem. You'll have to persuade me."
+
+The voice from the television in the living room was barely audible in
+the kitchen: "The new force was originally developed for the purpose
+of drawing troops into a compact group so they could be atom-bombed.
+Professor Madigan refused to disclose its secret to be used for that
+purpose. She pointed out that it had a far more useful potential. A
+field of it, built into a woman's garments, enables her to attract at
+a distance the man of her choice. She can control this with a switch
+conveniently located in a pocket. Her own charms do the rest."
+
+Kerran ignored the telecast. She was in his arms and he had his face
+half-buried in her silken hair. "I don't even know your name ..." he
+laughed embarrassedly.
+
+Her voice was low and soft as she murmured, "Madigan--Joyce Madigan."
+
+He stiffened suddenly. "You mean you're _Professor_ Madigan--"
+
+She snuggled closer against him and somehow it didn't really seem to
+matter now what her name was. "Let's say I _was_ Professor Madigan--a
+woman's place is in the home, don't you agree?"
+
+After a few emphatic kisses he did.
+
+
+
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+
+
+                      "Leave, Earthmen--Or Die!"
+
+                         By John Massie Davis
+
+                 Murph, Forsyth, and Jamison heard the
+             alien voice warn them. And to each it sounded
+             familiar--a sweetheart, a son, a hated enemy!
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
+                             January 1954
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+In a dwindling spiral they circled the planet, and Murph's cold blue
+eyes studied the radarscreen. Things looked good: no sign of cities,
+social denizens or humanoids. He was scribbling notes on his desk when
+the all-wave above him started crackling.
+
+He watched the green line sweep back and forth along the dial, finally
+centering on the wave length which was broadcasting. As it focused, the
+speaker sputtered in.
+
+"... in accordance with Interstellar Code," it sounded like a
+recording, "... we repeat. Landings and colonizing efforts have been
+previously attempted upon this planet. They are not welcome and have
+not been successful. Change course and seek other areas. This warning
+is being broadcast upon wavelengths available to you and in language
+translatable by you in accordance with Interstellar Code...." Murphy
+switched it off and looked at his crew of two.
+
+"Well?"
+
+Forsyth grinned at him. "The hell with them! We've heard that from
+every race in the solar system--one way or another. I say we land."
+
+Jamison shrugged. "Put 'er down anywhere. Makes no difference to me."
+His scarred lips tightened.
+
+"Okay," Murph switched the set back on. The same record was playing,
+monotonously.
+
+"Load up with combat equipment, boys. We're going in."
+
+The deadly silver needle tightened the spiral course around the planet,
+and above Murph the speaker crackled again and went dead.
+
+"Guess they got tired of playing that record," he muttered.
+
+Another crackling and the mechanism blared again.
+
+"... we see you intend disregarding our warning. In accordance with
+Interstellar Code, it is only fair to warn you...." It clicked off
+abruptly as Murph jabbed at the switch. No use listening to this
+outworld nonsense--he'd heard it all before and lived through it.
+
+"Where's the rest of the fleet?" He threw the question out generally.
+
+"Nine hours behind," Jamison said. "We blast in. They follow us." The
+three men were silent as they scanned the radar screen. They whined
+above a land mass and Murph juggled the controls and the ship swooped
+upward, then settled slowly, riding on the jets. While they waited for
+the ground around them to cool, the men climbed into combat gear. The
+radar scanned the military hemisphere available and Murph casually
+flipped the radio switch again.
+
+"... have disregarded our warning," the voice said, insistently. "In
+accordance with the Interstellar Code, we can not now be further
+responsible...." It croaked into silence as Murph slammed the switch
+closed again.
+
+"Nuts!" he said, buckling a belt around his waist.
+
+"Yeah," said Jamison. "The hell with them--whoever they are."
+
+"Well," said Forsyth--he was the navigator, "now, I'm not so sure...."
+
+"Get dressed," Murph was in command, and he showed it. "We are going
+out."
+
+... There was an oddity about the voice, Murph thought, as he dressed.
+The voice reminded him of his sweetheart, Sitra, back in Philly on
+earth: husky, throaty--and with the soft, vibrant purr of a happy
+kitten.
+
+... It reminded Forsyth of his son's tones, during the family farewell
+for this expedition. A twinge of concern tautened his body as he
+remembered: one never knew when--or if--crews returned from these grim
+expansion campaigns of humanity.
+
+... Jamison had another impression. He remembered his days as a
+professional fighter and that last, rough brawl when he hadn't _quite_
+made champion. It still rankled. The voice was that of his opponent,
+in the seventh round--just when Jamison's knees started to buckle. The
+sly, calculated insults in the clinches, intended to make him lose his
+head. They had accomplished their purpose. He had charged in slugging,
+when he should have hung on--or run backward until his wind returned.
+From then on he became a has-been, working steadily downward, until the
+manpower needs of humanity had offered an opportunity to pick another
+career. His scarred lips, remembering, were a tight line and his eyes
+cold and uncompromising.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+They'd finished dressing. Murph flipped on the radio again, grinning in
+contempt. The voice still vibrated through the ether.
+
+"... that you blast off immediately or assume responsibility for
+the consequences. Interstellar Code states that invaded peoples are
+justified in using any tactics...." It clicked off. Murph had been
+annoyed by the resemblance to Sitra's voice: perhaps he was homesick.
+Jamison's lips vanished into a white line and Forsyth looked around,
+rabbit-eyed with astonishment, expecting to see his son emerge from
+the piles of supplies and equipment. Self-conscious, none of them said
+anything.
+
+"Okay," said Murph, "Out we go."
+
+The precision door swung open quietly and the three descended to the
+still-smoking ground. Each set up his rapid fire electro-gun, covering
+the entrance and then they sat back, waiting. Nothing happened, and
+Murph broke the tense silence.
+
+"Turn on the radio," he looked at Forsyth. "We can hear it from here.
+I'll man both guns."
+
+Forsyth grunted and vanished into the ship. Murph heard the crackle
+as equipment warmed up, and listened to the voice of Sitra. Oddly
+enough, Jamison tensed as he heard the voice of the present champion,
+and Forsyth nearly cried as his son's tones came through the metallic
+speaker. But all the voices said the same thing.
+
+"... subject to unprincipled attack to resist invasion of our homeland.
+This is the last time this warning will be broadcast." The receiver
+clicked, then dropped into the monotonous hum of a radio on an unused
+but still alert wavelength.
+
+Forsyth returned and the three men sat, each back of an electro-gun,
+alert eyes scanning the alien landscape. From over a slight rise a mile
+off, a figure approached the ship. Murph blinked, doubting his senses,
+confused, then his roar broke the silence of the strange world.
+
+"Sitra!" Just one word, but that's all he could do. She looked as she
+had when he'd left on this expedition, when they had said goodbye.
+Sparkling with sequins in her dressing room, undulating with feathers
+in the right places, she walked toward him with the feline grace he'd
+learned to love.
+
+"Sitra!" he shouted again. Astonished, he deserted his position behind
+the gun and started running across the plain. Gracefully, daintily,
+encountering difficulties because of her spiked heels on the rough
+terrain, she smiled bravely and hurried toward him.
+
+Forsyth saw the approaching figure too. He tensed with disbelief and
+surprise and then his voice rose excitedly.
+
+"Jimmy, _Jimmy!_" What was his boy doing _here_? Reason faded as he
+watched his nine-year-old son stumbling toward the ship. He unfastened
+his harness and slipped from behind the gun: _his_ boy on an alien
+planet, confronting unknown dangers! He must--_must_--get him back to
+the ship and the little ring of certainty behind the guns. Forsyth
+started across the level space, grateful that the towering hulk of
+Murph had recognized his boy and would, on this unknown world, help
+bring the kid back to comparative safety. In six hours, now, the
+fleet would be here. The boy could be sent home on one of the capital
+ships....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Behind him Jamison watched the two figures running away. His face froze
+into granite. Rage and resentment surged within him. Across the plain
+he saw the man who had stolen, yes, _stolen_, the championship from
+him. The fighter loped toward him casually, sneering and confident.
+Jamison felt a surge like an electric shock across his shoulders. His
+teeth ground together and he could hear their roaring within his ears.
+Deliberately he moved from behind his gun, started at a fighter's dog
+trot toward his opponent. It occurred to him that Murph and Forsyth
+would beat him there. He was glad they were willing to help, but for
+the sake of his own integrity he considered this _his_ fight.
+
+Jamison ran swiftly then. He passed Forsyth and Murph, determined to be
+the first to reach the one man he hated. He sprinted eagerly, sucking
+the strange air chemicals of this world into his lungs. He was short
+of breath. Behind him he heard the heavy thudding of Murph plunging
+and plowing toward him, and in addition, the light but rapid steps of
+Forsyth. By now he didn't care. He was confronting his opponent.
+
+Dropping into a crouch, Jamison moved in. Feet wide, tense; there
+would be no mistake, no error, this time. His fist lashed out and
+his opponent fell on the strange and powdery dust of a strange world
+millions of miles from their first fight.
+
+The man started struggling up--and again flat-footed, tense, fists like
+crunching sledge hammers, Jamison dove at him.
+
+And then it happened. Murph hit Jamison from the side. Raw and choking
+with rage, Murph clubbed, groped, kicked, fouled, until the ex-fighter
+fell in the pale and strange dust. Murph's voice was hoarse and shaking:
+
+"Hit my woman, will you!" he screamed in rage.
+
+Jamison tried to rally, but each time he moved Murph's fists slammed
+against his face and head.
+
+There was a final crash as the back of his head struck against the
+rocks on the ground. Jamison lay in the dust on an alien planet and
+from behind his right ear gray and reddish matter oozed. He didn't move.
+
+Murph stood up. He looked again at Sitra. He was choked and tired,
+standing there, and as he grasped for breath, Forsyth ran by him, ran
+up to her. Angrily he watched. Forsyth running up to _his_ woman! What
+was wrong with these men? Murph saw Forsyth put his arms around Sitra,
+and say--meaninglessly to Murph--"Jimmy, Jimmy!"
+
+Again a red rage filled Murph. He dove forward, smashed into Forsyth,
+and the navigator reeled backwards. As he fell back, his feet tangled
+in the scrubby vegetation of the planet, he reached toward his belt and
+his electro-gun jerked free from the holster. He saw the bull shape of
+Murph over him, an enraged beast, and as he fell, the twin electrodes
+shot out an energy stream. Fear and hatred tensed his nerves, but
+despite the emotion, he set the range right. The sparks arced together
+just in front of the great bulk of Murph. There was a crackling and
+the smell of burning flesh, then a surprised look upon Murph's face.
+The surprise turned to rage and the last thing Forsyth saw was Murph
+falling down on him, his clothes and his chest burned away until the
+ribs showed, animal rage welling from his lips.
+
+A figure stood fifty feet away and watched this drama. Murph, blood
+coughing from his mouth and nose, the great muscles of his chest
+nothing but crisp burned meat, reached for Forsyth, picked him up,
+holding him over his head as an ape would a man, and slammed him again
+and again to the ground.
+
+The final time Murph tried to lift Forsyth, his strength gave out. He
+dropped Forsyth's limp form, coughed in a final paroxysm, and fell
+beside Forsyth and Jamison.
+
+The figure which stood fifty feet away turned and walked leisurely
+back over the rise.
+
+Now, it was not a fighter, and it was not Jimmy, and it was not Sitra.
+It was a denizen of the planet and it looked like no human.
+
+Shortly thereafter the all-wave radio in the deadly, powerful silvery
+needle standing serenely on the strange world blared again.
+
+"... in accordance with Interstellar Code we have asked that we not be
+invaded and are warning you that according to Article 19, Section 3,
+fleets which invade a peaceful people become subject to unprincipled
+attack, even to the use of psychological weapons."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Five hours away the main fleet streaked toward the planet. The Admiral
+looked at the tape reports from the scout ship and at transcripts of
+the recorded warning.
+
+"Nuts!" he said. "We go in."
+
+He felt an odd, intuitive twinge. The voice was so much like his
+mother's--and she hadn't been well when he'd last seen her. Beside
+him the Radioman busily, tersely, sent out landing instructions. He
+felt irritable: the voice had sounded just like Peggy--that no-good,
+cheating!... He shrugged: just imagination.
+
+In a diminishing spiral, the fleet swung around the planet while the
+Admiral scanned the screen for a free landing site.
+
+
+
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+
+
+                               MESSENGER
+
+                          By William Morrison
+
+               He had to find a single planet somewhere
+             in the vast Universe. The trouble was, if he
+             found it--would he remember what he must do?
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+              Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
+                               July 1954
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+He knew that there had been trouble, and he had been told what he had
+to do. The trouble was he had forgotten. He didn't remember where it
+was.
+
+He had been speeding past an off-color white dwarf when it happened.
+If he had taken the trouble to look around, he would have seen that
+the white star was going to explode. He knew a potential nova when he
+took a good look at one. But after all these centuries he had grown
+careless, and when the blast had come--the small star suddenly blazing
+into a billion-fold brilliance--the penetrating radiation had hit him
+with full intensity. There had been no ship to protect him, no clothing
+that might serve as a shield. His kind had done away with such things
+eons before, as they had learned to move through space by using some
+of the radiant energy that filled it.
+
+He had blacked out completely.
+
+When he came to again, he was far past the nova, in the dazzling
+brightness of a rarefied cloud of radiant hydrogen atoms. The nova
+itself had lost so much of its momentary brilliance that it was now
+indistinguishable from the myriads of other stars. He himself was
+speeding on with feverish haste toward a nebular cluster a thousand
+light years away.
+
+He slowed down. He had the feeling that the distant cluster was not his
+proper destination. But what was? What star, what planet was the spot
+in space he had to find? And what was he supposed to do once he got
+there?
+
+And who had given him the instructions? Where, in the vast immensity
+of the universe was the place called "home", the place where he could
+return for the information he had forgotten?
+
+He didn't recall. He knew only, with that same distressing vagueness,
+that somewhere there was something he had been ordered to do. And that
+once given, the order had to be carried out.
+
+He traveled aimlessly, by feeling alone. Time meant nothing to him as
+an individual, for his kind had long mastered the problems of age. But
+time meant much to those he had been sent to--to do what? Was it to
+help? They must be waiting for him now. They must be wondering why he
+didn't come.
+
+He would have to hurry. Hurry to do something he didn't yet suspect,
+but would sooner or later remember.
+
+After a few centuries, he began, in his anxiety, to talk to himself,
+as is the way of individuals too long alone. "That star cluster there
+could be it," he said to himself hopefully, and veered toward the right.
+
+"Doesn't look familiar, though," he muttered. "Maybe if I would get
+closer--"
+
+He came close enough to see the thousands of stars as individuals, to
+pick out the satellites circling the bright discs of light, to study
+the pale planets themselves and their tiny subsatellites. As he turned
+his attention from one to another, disappointment slowly filled him.
+No, this was not the place. There was nothing in the configuration of
+the stars, nothing in the size or position of the planets that sounded
+a familiar chord in his consciousness. He would have to go further--or
+turn back.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He left the place behind him. The next time the same thing happened he
+didn't have quite so much hope, and his disappointment was less keen.
+But it was disappointment none the less. Time was passing, and they
+must be waiting for him impatiently.
+
+After a while the hope and the disappointment both died away almost
+completely. The former shrank to a tiny spark that grew dimmer and
+dimmer as the centuries passed. He wondered if it would ever wink out
+entirely.
+
+It was characteristic of him that the anxiety this caused was only
+for those who were waiting, expecting him hourly, and wondering why
+he didn't come. He had no sense of fear for himself, no feeling of
+despairing loneliness that might be expected to arise from being so
+long isolated in space. It was only that he would have liked some one
+to talk to, besides himself.
+
+On a fair number of planets he found animal-like creatures in
+different stages of development, and on a few he discovered life that
+was intelligent. It was with these that he had a renewed feeling of
+anticipation, the spark of hope glowing momentarily before it faded
+again.
+
+"It's intelligent life I've got to find," he told himself. "But where?"
+
+His astronomical memory, insofar as it covered the post-nova
+period, was perfect, and he paid more attention to the details of
+star-and-planet configuration than he had ever done before. Gradually
+a star-map formed in his mind, a map that covered enormous distances
+of space. Those places he had investigated and eliminated from
+consideration were slowly crossed off. It was a large needle he had to
+find, and his own powers were considerable, but the haystack he had to
+search was infinite. There was no telling how many more centuries would
+pass before he found it.
+
+And then another thought struck him. They'd know back home that
+something had gone wrong. Would they send someone else to do the job in
+his place?
+
+He rather doubted it. He had a vague feeling that there weren't many
+with his own peculiar talents. What had to be done had to be done by
+him, or left undone altogether.
+
+More time passed. And one day, when the space charted on his brain-map
+had grown to vast dimensions, and the spark of hope had become so tiny
+that he was not quite sure any longer that it was there at all, he
+noted from a distance a galaxy that seemed familiar.
+
+"That's it!" he cried. "That's it!"
+
+The spark flared, and as he sped toward the galaxy it became a flame.
+It was a lens-shaped assemblage of stars, with two small spiral arms
+composed of a few million stars each, and it was seemingly not too
+different from millions of other galaxies he had passed in the course
+of all those centuries. But to him, seeking so desperately, this galaxy
+was unique. It was the right one. He coursed through it from spiral arm
+to spiral arm, and now there could be no doubt. The star he wanted was
+small and yellowish, far from the center of the lens. It had a rather
+elaborate planetary system, which he recognized at once.
+
+This was it. The third planet, the one with a single subsatellite, was
+the one he had been sent to find. To find, and perhaps to help. But how?
+
+The finding of the planet had solved one problem. So far it had given
+him not a hint toward the solution of the second--the reason why he had
+been sent here.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+There was life on this ball of mud and water, a great deal of life,
+both vegetable and animal. And some of the latter could, without too
+great a distortion of the truth, be called intelligent. It had raised
+cities, tunneled into mountains, changed the appearance of sections of
+the planet itself. It was to this intelligent life that he had been
+sent.
+
+A dim memory of the need for caution kept him from letting himself be
+seen. "I'd only frighten them," he thought. "I'll have to investigate
+thoroughly before I reveal myself. And maybe the investigation will
+remind me of what I have to do."
+
+The first thing was to come down to earth. Choosing the dark side of
+the planet, shaded from the central sun by its own bulk, he shrank his
+body and let himself drop in the gravitational field. From time to time
+he slowed his fall in order to keep from flaming through the atmosphere
+and attracting their attention. And at a thousand feet above the
+surface he came to a complete stop, hovering over a city, and making up
+his mind where to land.
+
+Something droned toward him through the air, colored lights winking
+on and off. He darted downward and to one side. Where the city lights
+faded out, he let himself fall all the way to the ground.
+
+He was off a dimly lit highway. Small metal vehicles ran along it,
+their lights momentarily tearing apart the darkness ahead of them. A
+glance through the metal at the creatures inside the vehicles gave him
+a queer thrill. Yes, these were the ones he had been sent to.
+
+Quickly reshaping his body and clothing himself so that he seemed to
+be one of them, he began to walk along the highway. Cars sped past him,
+picking him out in their headlights. None of them stopped, but he had
+time to probe their minds and listen to their language.
+
+What he found was not pleasant. Among all the feelings which controlled
+their thoughts, fear was easiest to detect. And along with the fear
+were hatred and envy and greed, anxiety and guilt. Oddly enough, there
+were also hope and affection for each other, but it was the worse
+feelings that predominated. There was no doubt that they needed help.
+
+That didn't make any clearer, however, what he had to do. He had an
+idea that it was not his mission to work out a detailed solution. He
+had to do some simple thing, something--
+
+The two men were lying in wait, either for him or for some other
+pedestrian they judged sufficiently unwary. He sensed them long before
+the first one stepped out toward him, a cigarette in one hand and what
+was supposed to be an ingratiating look on the brutal face.
+
+"Got a match, bud?"
+
+The other man suddenly plunged at him from the side, an arm wrapping
+itself around his neck. The assailant tried to bend him back, the
+forearm cutting across his windpipe. The arm of the first man swung, a
+rough fist smashing at his face.
+
+Then the two assailants screamed in pain and terror. Where they had
+touched him, fist and arm broke into flame. Both men turned from him in
+horror, and ran off wildly, as if to get away from themselves.
+
+He hadn't meant to hurt them, but they had contrived their own
+punishment. Perhaps--no, that wasn't it. He wasn't here to punish
+either.
+
+He walked along, and soon he found himself entering the city. A man in
+a blue uniform watched him suspiciously and ordered him gruffly to get
+moving.
+
+"I am moving," he said pleasantly.
+
+"Don't you get wise with me," said the bluecoat, and raised a
+threatening club.
+
+He paid no attention to the club and kept on, toward the heart of the
+city.
+
+What he saw only confirmed the impression he had obtained from the
+minds of the men and women in the cars. Too many thoughts were mean and
+ignoble, arising only from selfish and vicious desires. Many of those
+who saw him seemed to sense his strangeness, and moved toward him with
+a single impulse--to take advantage of his ignorance. Men spoke to him
+out of the sides of their mouths, offering him bargains. Women offered
+themselves.
+
+"_Look, Mac, this stuff is hot, see? Just came off a truck_--"
+
+"_Wanta look at some nice pictures, Mister?_"
+
+"_I can give you a good address, Bud._"
+
+"_Out for a good time, Jack?_"
+
+The planet was sick. Had he been sent to cure it?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He came to an area of broad lighted streets. Lights glittered
+everywhere, attracting the attention of those around him by going on
+and off. Great posters advertised the attractions inside places of
+amusement.
+
+He entered one of them, an astonished ticket-collector calling after
+him, "Hey, where's your ticket, Bud?" But there was something about him
+that prevented the man from pursuing.
+
+He lost himself in the darkness and watched the screen. Here, in
+brief and vivid form, was pictured the life of the planet. Women in
+bathing suits plunged into a pool and formed a pattern which imitated
+sensuously the petals of an unfolding rose. A small animal leaped
+through hoops and climbed a ladder. Groups of men drove against each
+other for possession of an object which they kicked occasionally
+into the air. An elderly man looked grim and made a speech into a
+microphone. And then a film showed the main business of the planet,
+which seemed to be the killing of its supposedly intelligent
+inhabitants. Bombs exploded, planes crashed, desperate lines of men ran
+forward to meet their deaths.
+
+Something quickened in his mind. He almost remembered now. This was
+what he had come here about.
+
+His will moved, and the theatre vanished behind him. Now he was on the
+battlefield itself.
+
+The reality was worse than the image, far worse. Here were not only the
+roars of the great guns, but the curses and screams of the wounded, the
+gasps of the dying. Here were not only horrible sights and sounds, but
+the odors of death--the sharp nitrogenous fragrance of explosives, the
+heavy sulfurous smoke of burning oil, the sickening smell of sweating
+or decaying flesh.
+
+A cloud came into being from the explosion of a mortar shell, and two
+men dropped to the ground. In answer to the mortar, the flaring barrel
+of a tank gun spoke hoarsely, and half the crew of the mortar fell in
+turn. But there seemed no end to this deadly dialogue. The next moment
+there came the burst of a bomb from a low-flying plane, and the tank
+half turned over on its side, a heap of smoking steel.
+
+He knew at last why he had been sent here. He knew now what he had to
+do.
+
+He ripped the flaring-mouthed gun from the tank. His hands twisted the
+thick metal into a shape it had never known before, bent it into a
+strange curve, fashioned it so that it would emit overtones to chill
+the souls of those who heard it. His brain charged the instrument with
+the energy of his own mind, energy that would send its voice to the far
+corners of this diseased planet, and leave not a single individual deaf
+to its dreaded tones.
+
+Putting the improvised horn to his lips, Gabriel blew the call for
+which the planet had so long been waiting.
+
+
+
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+
+
+                              GUIDE TO THE
+                              CANYON AREA
+
+
+                                                                     15¢
+
+    [Illustration: NATIONAL PARK SERVICE • Department of the Interior]
+
+  This leaflet has been produced to increase your enjoyment of
+  Yellowstone National Park by the Yellowstone Library and Museum
+  Association in cooperation with the National Park Service. U. S.
+  Department of the Interior
+
+                                                                    4/78
+
+
+There are miles of trails in the Canyon area. Many are well traveled,
+short and paved; others are maintained and marked, but not paved.
+
+The elevation of the Canyon rim is about 8000 feet, which makes even the
+short walks surprisingly strenuous for many people. Take your time, and
+wear good walking shoes or boots. At times it is wise to carry raingear.
+On the longer trails you may want to carry water and a lunch, or
+whatever food you think necessary.
+
+As you travel, to avoid accidents, watch your footing and please stay on
+the trails. Climbing into the Canyon off the established trails is both
+dangerous and prohibited by law. Due to the steepness of the Canyon
+walls many trails have been constructed in switchback (“zigzag”)
+fashion. It is dangerous to cut across switchbacks. You can easily slip
+and fall and you might knock rocks down on someone below you. You would
+also cause ugly and unnatural erosion of the walls.
+
+Do not throw anything into the canyon. Rocks and other hard objects
+might injure someone below you. Litter is unsightly. Removing litter
+from the Canyon is a dangerous and expensive job. Please help us keep
+the area clean.
+
+If you plan to hike overnight in the backcountry be sure to pick up a
+backcountry permit at the Ranger Station. While there you can also
+obtain the latest trail information and advice regarding the adequacy of
+your equipment for the trip. For longer trips you should purchase a USGS
+topographic map of the park. These are available at any Visitor Center.
+Permits should be obtained before 5 p.m.
+
+Most trails in Yellowstone are marked with orange or yellow metal tags
+tacked to trees or posts. In wooded sections the tags are fairly small
+(about 3×5 inches); in meadows they are larger (about 8 inches square).
+
+Please STAY ON THE TRAILS. Getting lost in Yellowstone is no laughing
+matter.
+
+The Canyon area, like all of Yellowstone, is grizzly bear country. The
+backcountry traveler always runs some risk of an encounter with a bear.
+To reduce this risk, make noise as you hike through areas where you
+might accidentally startle a bear. Whistle, or attach a bell to your
+pack.
+
+In season, guided horseback trips are regularly taken on some of the
+Canyon area trails. In addition there are many pleasant half day and
+full day rides that can be arranged. The saddle horse concession is
+located 1½ miles south of Canyon Junction on the Lake-Canyon road.
+Should you wish to bring in your own stock you should write the Chief
+Ranger well in advance of your trip for particulars. If you intend to
+keep your animals overnight in any of the developed areas they must be
+boarded at the horse concession since there are no combined facilities
+for grazing and camping.
+
+On the road in Yellowstone you are on the threshold to wilderness. Plan
+your off-the-road, wilderness trips with care. Savor the best that your
+National Park has to offer—its backcountry. Please take only
+pictures—let no one regret that you walked here.
+
+
+Trail from Grandview to “P” Loop Cabin Area—Park at either end of the
+trail. About ½ mile in length, this paved trail is especially pleasant
+in the early morning.
+
+Trail to the Brink of the Upper Falls—Park at the Upper Falls parking
+area. This is a very short (⅛ mile) walk to the lip of the 109 foot
+Upper Falls.
+
+Trail to the Brink of the Lower Falls—Park at the southernmost parking
+area on the North Rim Drive. The short (⅜ mile) walk along a paved trail
+drops about 600 feet into the Canyon to the brink of the 308 foot Lower
+Falls.
+
+Red Rock Point Trail; Lookout Point—Park at the Lookout Point parking
+area. The paved trail to Red Rock drops several hundred feet in about ⅜
+of a mile. Lookout Point, on the rim, offers essentially the same view
+of the Lower Falls as Red Rock, but does not permit the viewer to get as
+close to the falls.
+
+Grandview Trail—Park at the Grandview parking area. This is a very short
+paved walk to a view of much of the Canyon.
+
+Inspiration Point Trail—Park at the northernmost parking area on the
+North Rim Drive. Several steps direct you down this short, paved walk to
+an overlook providing a spectacular Canyon View.
+
+North Rim Trail—Portions of this trail are paved. Starting at Chittenden
+Bridge, the first ½ mile to the Upper Falls parking area takes the hiker
+close to the river, a beautiful and impressive torrent as it approaches
+the Canyon. From slightly west of the Upper Falls parking area the trail
+continues past Crystal Falls, on Cascade Creek, to the Lower Falls
+parking area, another ½ mile, then to Lookout Point (½ mile), to
+Grandview Point (¼ mile), and finally to inspiration Point (1⅛ miles).
+By trail, Inspiration Point is slightly more than 2¼ miles from the
+Upper Falls parking area, and 2⅞ miles from Chittenden Bridge.
+
+
+Though the full length of all trails is not shown on the map, a number
+of longer hikes originate within the mapped area. A brief description of
+these trails is given below. Backcountry permits are required for all
+overnight hikes.
+
+Howard Eaton Trail to Cascade, Grebe, Wolf, and Ice Lakes, and
+Norris—From the trailhead ½ mile west of Canyon Junction on the
+Norris-Canyon road the hiker passes through forest, meadow, and
+marshland to Cascade Lake (3 miles), Grebe Lake (4¼ miles), Wolf Lake
+(6¼ miles), Ice Lake (8½ miles), and Norris (12 miles). With the
+exception of the trail up Observation Peak from Cascade Lake, trails in
+this area have little vertical rise.
+
+The climb to Observation Peak is strenuous, rising about 1400 feet in 3
+miles. From the top the hiker is rewarded with an outstanding view of
+some of Yellowstone’s wilderness country.
+
+A second spur from the Howard Eaton Trail in this area takes the hiker
+from Cascade Lake to Cascade Lake Picnic Area, which is 1¼ miles north
+of Canyon Junction on the Tower-Canyon road. The hiker with limited time
+can take a very enjoyable walk from the picnic area to the lake, then on
+to the trailhead at the Norris-Canyon road, covering about 5 miles.
+
+A third spur from the Howard Eaton Trail offers easy access to Grebe
+Lake from the Norris-Canyon road. About 3 miles west of Canyon Junction,
+at the Grebe Lake parking area and trailhead, a 3 mile trail goes
+directly into Grebe Lake. When coupled with the Howard Eaton Trail from
+either Cascade Lake Picnic Area, or the trailhead ½ mile west of the
+junction, half day walks of about 6¼ and 7¼ miles, respectively, are
+possible.
+
+Howard Eaton Trail to Tower Fall; Seven Mile Hole—Park at the Glacial
+Boulder. Until its juncture with the Howard Eaton Trail, this trail
+follows the Canyon rim past a good view of Silver Cord Cascade, at 1½
+miles. At almost 2 miles this rim trail joins the Howard Eaton. Continue
+north at this junction.
+
+At 3 miles the Seven Mile Hole Trail drops off to the right, 1250
+vertical feet in about 2 miles. Hike it carefully, watch your footing,
+and conserve your energy. Depending on your condition and the weather,
+it can be a long climb back out of Seven Mile Hole.
+
+If you continue north past the Seven Mile Hole Trail junction you will
+approach Washburn Hot Springs at about 5¼ miles, and come to another
+junction at 6¾ miles.
+
+This is the Mt. Washburn Spur Trail, a secondary trail which climbs
+about 2000 feet in a little more than 2¼ miles. This, too, is a long
+climb even if you are in good condition. From the top it is 3½ miles
+down the other side of the mountain to Dunraven Pass, on the
+Tower-Canyon road.
+
+If you continue north from the Mt. Washburn Spur Trail junction you
+eventually reach Tower Junction, 20 miles from Glacial Boulder.
+
+
+Uncle Tom’s Trail—A short walk into the Canyon at the base of the Lower
+Falls. Because this is a very strenuous walk, dropping about 500 feet
+over a series of stairways and paved inclines, it is not recommended for
+people with heart and lung conditions. Much of the walk is constructed
+of perforated steel sheeting, so you should wear comfortable,
+flat-heeled walking shoes which will not get caught in the mesh.
+Portions of the walk are often wet, which in the spring or fall, or in
+the early morning, may be a film of ice. For those in good condition
+this is a very rewarding walk.
+
+Artist Point Trail—A very short walk from the parking area at the north
+end of the South Rim Drive. Many people consider this the best view of
+the Lower Falls and much of the Canyon.
+
+Clear Lake Trail—From the Uncle Tom’s Trail parking area this trail
+takes the hiker through large rolling meadows and forested areas to
+Clear Lake. It is about 2¼ miles roundtrip. Bison and elk may be seen in
+these meadows in the early mornings and late afternoons, especially in
+the fall. Large ground squirrel populations and an abundance of
+succulent grasses and plant roots often attract bears to these meadows
+in the spring, where they spend hours digging and grazing.
+
+South Rim Trail—Park at the large lot near Chittenden Bridge. This
+partly paved trail parallels the Canyon for 3¼ miles to Sublime Point.
+Many striking viewpoints of both falls and the Canyon can be reached on
+this trail, as well as access to Uncle Tom’s Trail, Artist Point,
+Lilypad Lake (about ¾ of a mile from Artist Point), and Sublime Point
+(about 1¼ miles from Artist Point).
+
+Ribbon Lake Trail—From the Chittenden Bridge parking area follow the
+markers along the Wapiti Lake Trail until you come to a junction, at
+about 3 miles. Bear left (north) at the junction; Ribbon Lake is about ¾
+of a mile farther. Connecting trails to Lilypad Lake, Clear Lake, and
+the South Rim Trail offer several possible variations to this trip.
+
+
+As with the longer trails on the north side of the Canyon, the full
+length of all trails is not shown on the map, but all of the trips
+described below originate on the mapped area. Backcountry permits are
+required for all overnight hikes.
+
+Wapiti Lake Trail—Park at Chittenden Bridge parking area. This full
+day’s hike up and over the southern end of the heavily forested Mirror
+Plateau to Wapiti Lake is a reward in itself for the strong hiker. The
+lake is about 18 miles from Chittenden Bridge.
+
+Sour Creek Trail—Park at Chittenden Bridge parking lot. This very
+popular riding trail is also a beautiful walk. Allow a little more than
+a half a day for the roundtrip walk to Wrangler Lake. Follow the Wapiti
+Lake trail for about 1½ miles. Follow the signs at the junction, bearing
+right (south) to the lake, an additional 3¼ miles. Most of the way is
+through large rolling meadows at the northern end of Hayden Valley. Elk
+often graze at Wrangler Lake early and late in the day.
+
+Howard Eaton Trail to Lake—Allow a full day for the hike from Chittenden
+Bridge through Hayden Valley on the east side of the Yellowstone River.
+Grizzly bear, bison, elk, and moose—or their sign—are commonly seen on
+this walk. All large animals are potentially dangerous and should not be
+approached. A lone bull bison is alone for several reasons, one of which
+may be that he just does not want any company. Also, for your own safety
+and for their well-being you should never disturb wildlife with young.
+
+The river teems with life. It is closed to fishing in Hayden Valley so
+that nesting waterfowl can raise their young in peace. Look for ducks,
+geese, trumpeter swans, pelicans, muskrat, mink, otter, and coyotes.
+
+    [Illustration: GRAND CANYON AND FALLS OF THE YELLOWSTONE
+    TRAILS, ROADS, AND FACILITIES]
+
+  CANYON JCT.
+    Showers And Laundry
+    Cabins
+    Campground
+    Amphitheater
+    Gas Station
+    Visitor Center
+    “P” Loop Cabins
+    Riding Stable
+      To Tower Junction
+      To Norris Junction
+  North Rim Drive
+    Service Road
+    Chittenden Bridge
+    To Yellowstone Lake
+  Cascade Lake Trail
+  Howard Eaton Trail
+    To Tower
+    To 7 Mile Hole
+    To Lake
+  North Rim Trail
+    Brink of Falls Trail
+    Lookout Point
+      Red Rock Point
+    Grandview
+    Glacial Boulder
+    Inspiration Point
+  Yellowstone River
+    UPPER FALLS
+    Cascade Creek
+      Crystal Falls
+    LOWER FALLS
+  South Rim Trail
+    Uncle Tom’s Trail
+    Artist Point
+    Sublime Point
+    Silver Cord Cascade
+  South Rim Drive
+    UNCLE TOM’S PARKING AREA
+  Clear Lake Trail
+    Clear Lake
+    Lily Pad Lake
+  Ribbon Lake Trail
+    Ribbon Lake
+  Wapiti Lake Trail
+  Sour Cr. Trail
+      C.M.—T.T.—P.T. 67
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+—Silently corrected a few typos.
+
+—Retained publication information from the printed edition: this eBook
+  is public-domain in the country of publication.
+
+—In the text versions only, text in italics is delimited by
+  _underscores_.
+
+
+
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+
+
+ VALUATION
+ OF
+ REAL ESTATE
+ IN THE
+ TOWN OF ACTON.
+ NOVEMBER 2, 1850.
+
+
+ BOSTON:
+ DAMRELL & MOORE, PRINTERS, NO. 16 DEVONSHIRE STREET.
+ 1850.
+
+
+
+
+ VALUATION
+ OF
+ REAL ESTATE
+ IN THE
+ TOWN OF ACTON.
+
+
+ ----------------------------+------------+--------------+--------------
+                             |_Buildings._|  _Improved   | _Unimproved
+                             |            |    Land._    |    Land._
+           NAMES.            +------------+------+-------+------+-------
+                             |  Value in  |Acres.|Val. in|Acres.|Val. in
+                             |   Dolls.   |      | Dolls.|      |  Dls.
+ ----------------------------+------------+------+-------+------+-------
+ Samuel T. Adams,                  625        10     187     57   1,188
+ Nathaniel S. Adams,               125         6     218      3      31
+ Nathan Brooks,                    750        50   1,250     36     625
+ Joseph Brabrook,                  375        30     562     60   1,000
+ Lucy Barnard,                                10     312     69     812
+ Jonathan Barker,                  187        18     312     22     250
+ Heirs of William Billings,        375         7     250      7      63
+ Sally Bright,                     375        16     300     17     200
+ Elizabeth Brooks,                 562         1     125
+ James A. Balch,                   687         ¼      25
+ Nathaniel G. Brown,               687        19     437     10     250
+ Peletiah Brooks,                  187        18     337     17     232
+ Isaac Barker,                     562        28     625     12     150
+ John P. Buttrick,               1,125         3     125     24     187
+ James H. Brown,                 1,062        14     562
+ Isaac Bullard,                    437        36   1,000     12     125
+ Jonas Blodget,                    875         7     416
+ Simon Blanchard,                  500        12     343     23     468
+ Sumner Blood,                     875        50   1,050     60     875
+ Hyram Butters,                    500         ¼      31
+ Amos Brooks,                      300
+ Charles R. Bowers,                725         1      75     12     375
+ Joseph Barker,                    437        20     531     35     562
+ Luther Billings,                  500        20     375     60     625
+ Reuben Barker,                    312         4     250
+ Elijah C. Brown,                  125         2      75     10     272
+ John C. Burbeck,                2,750        87   2,250     16     312
+ William P. Brigham,               100
+ Heirs of Daniel Brooks,                                      7     200
+ John Chaffin,                     437        28     625     24     437
+ Robert Chaffin,                   875        20     750     20     437
+ Samuel Chaffin,                   600         1     166
+ Aaron Chaffin,                    343        14     437
+ Harris Cowdrey,                 1,125         4     275     16     300
+ Abraham Conant,                   937        40     812     30     562
+ Winthrop F. Conant,               437        30     562     15     187
+ George Coffin,                    625        54    1,350    76     950
+ Simeon Conant,                    468        44    1,100    36     681
+ Luther Conant,                    750        95    1,900    95   1,062
+ Joel Conant,                    1,250        80    1,562    84   1,312
+ William Chaplin,                  218        37      688     8     100
+ Eliza Cole,                                                  5     125
+ Alfred Chaffin,                   187        26      625     2      31
+ Luther Davis,                     750        45      750    25     437
+ Ebenezer Davis,                 1,125        64    1,250    76   2,375
+ Ebenezer Davis, Jr.,            1,625       100    1,875   115   1,875
+ Harriet Davis,                    312         ½      125    45     750
+ Cyrus Dole,                       937        10      625     9     125
+ Herzina Dole,                     666         ½       67
+ Silas Davis,                      812         ½      100
+ Jonathan B. Davis,                750        16      750     6     225
+ Asa P. Dudley,                    593         2      125
+ Solomon L. Dutton,                625        11      462     3      63
+ Joseph Dole,                      463        1½      88
+ Joseph Estabrook,                 375        30      500    60     687
+ Tristram Edmonds,                 343
+ Aaron Fletcher,                    63                        2      62
+ Alden Fuller,                   1,000        40    1,000    69     750
+ Winthrop E. Faulkner,           4,000        49    1,218    49   1,218
+ Lucy Fletcher,                    344        20      369     7     188
+ Cyrus Fletcher,                   344        26      687
+ Calvis Fletcher,                  225         3       75
+ John Fletcher, 2d,                312        32      593    13     250
+ Abel Farrer,                      187        10      125    15     125
+ John Fletcher,                  1,250         3      375    32   1,125
+ Isaac T. Flagg,                   500        12      500    16     500
+ James C. Graham,                  625        30      812    35     437
+ William M. Gilmore,               750         1      125
+ John Grimes,                      375         2      166
+ Reuben Green,                     937
+ William H. Gray,                  375         ½       63
+ Israel H. Giles,                  250        25      437    11     125
+ Eleazer S. Handley,               187         4      187
+ David M. Handley,                 437        41      875   103   2,750
+ Abraham B. Handley,               875        50    1,625    74     750
+ Amos Handley,                     300        15      437    30     437
+ Aaron Hosmer,                     437        27      625    23     687
+ Nathan D. Hosmer,                 437        27      625    23     687
+ Rufus Holden,                   1,000
+ Daniel Harris,                    425        15      375    20     458
+ Timothy Hartwell,                 812         7      375     3  [TN]11
+ Stevens Hayward,                2,125         6     750
+ John Harris, Jr.,                 500         5     125     20     437
+ Ward S. Haskell,                  687        45   1,000     35     687
+ Simon Hosmer,                     687        40   1,000     35     437
+ James Harris,                     437         7     187     23     375
+ David W. Hosmer,                  812
+ Silas Hosmer,                     812        44     813     50   1,000
+ Andrew Hapgood,                   718        56   1,125     25     687
+ Nathaniel Hapgood,                375        50     687     50   1,000
+ James Hapgood,                    750        50   1,000     44     500
+ Moses Hayward,                  1,250        16     500      8     188
+ Benjamin F. Hapgood,              750        75   1,875     27     500
+ Simon Hapgood,                    750        50   1,125     50     625
+ Henry Holden,                     625        50   1,375     50     625
+ Levi Houghton,                    375        28     562     32   1,163
+ Henry Haynes,                     250        30     437      7      93
+ Sally Haynes,                      60         9     187      4      38
+ John Harris,                      125         8     150     17     218
+ Samuel Hosmer,                    625        20     437     40     587
+ Ephraim Hosmer,                   750        1½    375
+ Silas Holden,                   1,000        88   1,625     88   1,375
+ William Hosmer,                   250         3     125      2      33
+ Jeremiah Hosmer,                  250         7     125     13      62
+ Jonathan Hosmer,                  500        30     625     20     562
+ James R. Harvey,                  437
+ Ebenezer W. Hayward,              750        35     562     42     562
+ Eri Huggins,                      125        10     250
+ Aaron C. Handley,                 500
+ Lemuel Hildreth,                  687         ½      62
+ John Hapgood,                     531        34     906     20     437
+ Calvin Harris,                    437        10     375     26     250
+ Ebenezer Hayward,                 875        46     750     55     626
+ Albert Hayward,                   812        40     750     60   1,625
+ James W. Hayward,                 875         ½     125
+ Simeon Ingalls,                                             20     200
+ Abel Jones,                     2,150        60   1,750     30     875
+ Elnathan Jones,                 1,063        41   1,375     20     375
+ Luther B. Jones,                  791        13     531
+ Nathaniel Jones,                  310         ½      50
+ Thomas G. F. Jones,               500
+ Silas Jones,                      500        20     375     17     437
+ Ivory Keyes,                      938        50   1,250     50   1,250
+ Simeon Knight,                    312         ½      50
+ Newell A. Knight,                 312
+ Elijah Knapp,                     625         ½      62
+ Thomas Kinsley,                   250         3     187
+ Francis Kinsley,                  302        1½    115
+ Thomas F. Lawrence,               187        15     188     10     100
+ Eli Litchfield,                 1,000        24     625     40     625
+ Charles D. Lothrop,               450
+ John J. Lothrop,                  187         ½      62
+ William R. Lothrop,             1,750         ½     125
+ Ralph Lawrence,                   150         1      50
+ Edwin C. Lesslie,                 562         ¼      38
+ Heirs of Amos Law,                250        20     362      2      25
+ James Lentell,                  1,250        45   1,250     41     500
+ Jesse V. Lentell,                 625        20     375      8     125
+ Maynard & Lentell,                718         ¼      25
+ West Acton Steam Mill Co.,                                   2     100
+ A. & O. W. Mead,                1,625         ½      50
+ John Nickless,                    375        28     375     50     380
+ Joseph Noyes,                     437        20     531     22     363
+ Cyrus Noyes,                      437         ¼      20
+ Ephraim Oliver,                   375        40     563     20     375
+ George B. Piper,                  593        27     687     23     375
+ Josiah Piper,                     162        10     250      5      94
+ Jonathan A. Piper,                687        40     812     30     437
+ Davis Parlin,                     875        50   1,250     40     750
+ Cyrus Putnam,                     218         9     312
+ Nathaniel Peck,                   312         1      62      1      25
+ Heirs of Dolly Putman,                                      25     750
+ Dexter F. Parker,                             ¼      63
+ Elbridge G. Parker,               500        40     500     26     312
+ Asa Parker,                     1,063       100   2,188     80   1,750
+ William Phillips,                  62         1      25      4      75
+ Luther W. Piper,                  156         2     187
+ Tilly Robbins,                    500        38     625     38     437
+ Tilly Robbins, Jr.,               312        10     112      3      42
+ Heirs of Eben Robbins,            287        20     500     20     313
+ Isaac Reed,                     1,000        80   2,000     80   1,250
+ Isaiah Reed,                      500        35     875     38     370
+ William Reed,                     500        45   1,125     35     900
+ William Reed, 2d,                 750        48     906     87     906
+ Ithamer Robbins,                                           ¾      65
+ Charles Robbins,                  563        15     281     20     375
+ Elbridge Robbins,               1,750        73   1,500    200   3,375
+ Lewis Rouillard,                  750         ½      63
+ Frederick Rouillard,              363        41   1,250     24     500
+ Charles F. Richardson,            363        16     400      4     100
+ George Robbins,                   100        15     188     13     162
+ Benjamin Reed,                    375        12     500      8     125
+ Horace Richardson,                625         6     250
+ Francis Robbins,                  375        38     688     40     438
+ Henderson Rowell & Co.,         1,438         ½      63
+ Benjamin Robbins,                 469        30     563     10     156
+ John H. Robbins,                  188        50     500     50     813
+ Ira Stockwell,                    625         ½      63
+ Solomon Smith,                    625        11     250     17     250
+ Ebben Smith,                      750        40     625     40     875
+ Obed A. Symond, Haynes Place,     406        28     420     27     249
+ O. A. Symons,                                 2      63     10     125
+ Bradley Stone,                    688         3     313
+ Mary Skinner,                     688        12     280     40   1,000
+ Heirs of Nathaniel Stearns,       825        60   1,250     40     625
+ Horatio Stearns,                  813         2     187
+ George W. Sawyer,                 438
+ William Shattuck,                 150
+ William R. Shattuck,              250         9     218
+ Levi W. Stevens,                1,250         1      65
+ John Sanders,                     250        22     312     20     200
+ Heirs of Henry C. Shapley,        812         ¼      31
+ George C. Wright,                 656         ¼      30
+ Silas Taylor,                   1,250       100   2,500    109   2,500
+ Silas Taylor, Hosmer Place,     1,250         2     250
+ Silas Taylor, Wheeler,            500        20     300     55     500
+ Silas Taylor, Fairbank Place,     250        25     500     21     187
+ Tuttle & Taylor,                             43     875     30     125
+ Francis Tuttle,                 1,600        44   1,475     44     438
+ Daniel Tuttle,                  1,250        30     791     18     250
+ Heirs of Thomas Thorp,            125         5     125     15     150
+ Elliot Tarbell,                   625        21     531     21     406
+ Joseph W. Tuttle,               1,000         ½      50
+ William D. Tuttle,                            2     250
+ Jedediah Tuttle,                  625        40     750     30     625
+ Peter Tenney,                     938        41     937     40   1,875
+ Simon Tuttle,                   1,250        72   2,250    150   2,500
+ Charles Tuttle,                   875        67   1,500     73   1,105
+ Horace Tuttle,                  1,375        22   1,250     33     416
+ James Tuttle,                     875        25     625     11     312
+ Varnum Tuttle,                    438
+ Edward Tuttle,                    750         7     875
+ George W. Todd,                 1,250         1     188
+ Jonathan W. Teel,               1,000        45   1,250     61     666
+ Francis Tuttle,
+   Guardian of  Horatio Law,       250        10     187     19     938
+ Daniel L. Veazey,                 125         ½      25
+ Joseph Wild,                      438        50     750     31     437
+ Josiah D. Wheeler,                750         9     250     26     312
+ Edward Wetherbee,               1,500        48     875     63   1,667
+ Daniel Wetherbee, 2d,           3,150
+ Edward Wetherbee, Jun.,                       8     187     16     313
+ Ebenezer Wood,                    750         8     313
+ John White,                     1,000        20     626     15     313
+ Eunice Weston,                    313         9     271     12     187
+ Joseph C. Wheeler,                           15     200
+ William Wheeler,                  375        39     750     44     437
+ Franklin Wheeler,                 250        18     350     16     125
+ Jonathan Wheeler,                 250        22     562     88   1,375
+ Loel Wood,                        750        22     625     40     500
+ Lewis Wood,                  [A]1,125        18     375     12     187
+ James T. Woodbury,              1,250        37   1,063     53   1,187
+ Nathan Wright,                    375        50   1,063     50   1,125
+ Daniel Wetherbee,                 625        10     312     10     187
+ Cyrus Wheeler,                    563        16     300     41   1,656
+ James W. Wheeler,                 500        36     400     40     725
+ Catherine Wheeler,                150        20     250     18     362
+ Aaron Wood,                       187        10     200     15     312
+ Samuel Woodbury,                  625         2     125
+ John Woodbury,                               2½     150
+ Luther Wilkins,                   375         ⅛      38
+ Samuel W. Walker,                 625
+ Aaron Wheeler,                                ¾     140
+ John Whitney,                      93         ½      25
+ Levi Wetherbee,                    875        3     125
+ Nathan H. Wheeler,                 150
+ Thomas B. Wiggin,                  687       30     750     20     250
+ Mary Worster,                      469        ½      31
+
+                                NON-RESIDENTS.
+
+ Alfred Barker,                     166        1      60     .       .
+ Heirs of Roger Brown,               .        25   1,000             .
+ Stedman Buttrick,                   .         .      .      15     687
+ Prescott Barrett,                   .         .      .       5     125
+ Heirs of Samuel Barrett,            .         .      .      10     250
+ Joseph D. Brown,                    .         .      .      13     281
+ Abel J. Barrett,                    .         .      .       2     125
+ William Brown,                      .         2     125     13     187
+ James Brown,                        .         .      .      22     250
+ Albert Boynton,                     .         .      .       8     125
+ John Burbeck,                       .         2      62     .       .
+ Ephraim H. Bellows,                 .         .      .       5     125
+ George Brooks,                      .         2      62     20     312
+ James C. Crumby,                    .         .      .       7     600
+ Charles A. Conant,                  .         .      .      22     387
+ Samuel Conant,                      .         4     125     .       .
+ Mariah Conant,                      .         2      93      7     348
+ John M. Cheny,                      .         .      .      14     250
+ American Powder Co.,         [A]20,000       20   1,250     12     375
+ Fitchburg Railroad Co.,             .         8     625     .       .
+ William Dupee,                      .         .      .       5     125
+ Joseph Derby,                       .         .      .      17     562
+ Betsey Davis,                       .         .      .      28     437
+ Calvin C. Damon,                    .         .      .      15     187
+ Stephen Farrer,                     .         .      .       2      62
+ John Fletcher,                      .         7     250      .      .
+ Heirs of Joseph Fletcher,           .         .      .      16     750
+ Charles Goddard,                    .         .      .       4     294
+ Lewis Graham,                      812       16     500      9     188
+ Elbridge Gates, Stow,               .         .      .      45     656
+ Aaron S. Hayward,                   .         .      .     12½     400
+ Samuel Hosmer,                      .         .      .      14     250
+ Joseph Harrington,                  .         .      .       3      62
+ Cyrus Heald,                        .         .      .      25     550
+ Heirs of Cyrus Hosmer,              .         .      .      15     291
+ Joseph Heald,                       .         .      .       3      62
+ Ephraim Hosmer,                     .        11     250      .      .
+ Abner Hosmer,                      500        .      .       .      .
+ William G. Heald,                   .         .      .      30     875
+ Levi Hutchinson,                    .         .      .       7      63
+ Lucy Hubbard,                       .         .      .       5     125
+ Ebenezer Hayward, Boxboro’,      1,375        8     250     40   1,750
+ Lyman Haynes, Billerica,            .         .      .       8     125
+ Samuel Hayward, Boxboro’,          562        ½      62      .      .
+ Andrew J. Harlow, New York,         .         .      .       5      63
+ Abel Hosmer, Concord,               .         .      .      20     375
+ Stephen Johnson,                   363       18     400     22     300
+ Joseph B. Keyes,                    .         .      .      41     625
+ Davis Litchfield,                   .         .      .       5     200
+ Samuel Lees,                        .         .      .       7     250
+ John Lagross,                       .         .      .       8     156
+ David Loring,                       .         .      .      30     563
+ Heirs of Abel Moore,                                         5      62
+ William Melvin,                     .        12     500     32     375
+ Heirs of Charles Melvin,            .         .      .      14     187
+ Hannah Permenter,                   .         .      .       8     250
+ Orpha S. Perham,                   562        .      .      .       .
+ Dennis Putnam,                      .         .      .      13     312
+ Lewis Rouillard, Littleton,         .         2     125     .
+ S. S. Richardson,             [A]4,375        5     250
+ Prescott Reed,                      .         .      .       4     100
+ Susan Robbins,                      .         3      50     .
+ John D. Robbins, California,        .         .      .      13     218
+ William Rhoads,                     .         7     125     .       .
+ Andrew I. Sawyer,                   .         4     156     .       .
+ Eleazer Sawtell,                    .         .      .      16     156
+ Elias Sweetser,                     .         .      .       7     187
+ Marshall Stearns,                   .        20     562     .       .
+ William Smith,                      .         8     250     .       .
+ William Schouler,              [A]1,125       .      .      .       .
+ Sargent & Tuttle, Stow,           1,375       1     125     .       .
+ Francis Tuttle, Stow,               .        12     225    100   1,250
+ Jeremiah Tuttle, Littleton,         .        30   1,125     .       .
+ Oliver B. Trask,                    .         .      .       1      25
+ A person unknown,                   .         .      .       1      25
+ James Wood, Concord,                .         .      .       8     281
+ Daniel Wood, Concord,               .         .      .       8     219
+ Eunice Wyman,                       .         .      .       3     125
+ John Wadleigh,                      .         6     187      9     188
+ Lewis Wetherbee,                    .         .      .       6     100
+ John Wood,                          .         .      .      15     437
+ Oliver M. Whipple,                  150       5     250     10     250
+ Isaac Whitney, Stow,                .         2      63     11     375
+ Almon Wright, Troy, N. H.,          375       .      .      .       .
+ James & Isaac Wellington,           .        30     875     .       .
+ John H. Wheeler,                    .         2      32     .       .
+ Benjamin O. Wellington,                       4      63     .       .
+ John Wetherbee, Boxboro’,           625       ½      62     .       .
+ Daniel Whitney,                     .         .      .       7     312
+ Nathan M. Wright,                   .         .      .       7     125
+ Jesse Willis,                       .         .      .      15     250
+ Jabez Walcott,                 [A]4,250       3     187      4     187
+
+
+ The foregoing is a valuation of the real estate of the inhabitants of
+ Acton, and non-resident owners of real estate in said town, taken by us
+ the subscribers, Assessors of said Acton, and published by a vote of
+ the inhabitants of said Acton.
+
+                     Abraham Conant,   } _Assessors of Acton._
+                     Nathan Brooks,    }
+                     Jonathan B. Davis.}
+
+ _November 2, 1850._
+
+
+[TN] Transcriber’s Note: Unclear in scan.
+
+[A] Including water privilege.
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+A number of typographical errors were corrected silently.
+
+Cover image is in the public domain.
+
+
+
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+
+
+                    _Had any bad nightmares lately?
+                  That's nothing; you'll be afraid to
+                   dream at all after you read ..._
+
+                               Traumerei
+
+                          By CHARLES BEAUMONT
+
+                       Illustrated by REMINGTON
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+               Infinity Science Fiction, February 1956.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+At the sound, Henry Ritchie's hand jerked. Most of the martini sloshed
+out over his robe. He jumped up, swabbing furiously at the spots.
+"Goddam it!"
+
+"Hank!" His wife slammed her book together.
+
+"Well, what do you expect? That confounded buzzer--"
+
+"--is a perfectly natural normal buzzer. You're just terribly upset,
+dear."
+
+"No," Mr. Ritchie said, "I am _not_ 'just terribly upset, dear'--for
+seven years I've been listening to that banshee's wail every time
+somebody wants in. Well, I'm through. Either it goes--"
+
+"All right, all _right_," Mrs. Ritchie said. "You don't have to make a
+production out of it."
+
+"Well?"
+
+"Well what?"
+
+Mr. Ritchie sighed ponderously, glared at his wife, set what was left
+of the martini down on a table and went to the door. He slipped the
+chain.
+
+"Be this the marster of 'arfway 'ouse?"
+
+Mr. Ritchie opened the door. "Max--what the devil are you doing up at
+this hour?"
+
+A large man, well built, in his forties, walked in, smiling. "I could
+ask you the same question," he said, flinging his hat and scarf in the
+direction of a chair, "but I'm far too thoughtful."
+
+They went back into the living room. Mrs. Ritchie looked up, frowned.
+"Oh, swell," she said. "Dandy. All we need now is a bridge four."
+
+"Ruth's just terribly upset," Mr. Ritchie said.
+
+"Well," the large man said, "it's nice to see unanimity in this house
+for once anyway. Hi, Ruth." He walked over to the bar and found the
+martini mix and drained the jar's contents into a glass. Then he
+drained the glass.
+
+"Hey, take it easy!"
+
+Max Kaplan turned to face his hosts. He looked quite a bit older than
+usual: the grin wasn't boyish now. "Dear folkses," he said, "when I
+die, I don't want to see any full bottles around."
+
+"Oh, ha-ha, that's just so very deliriously funny," Mrs. Ritchie said.
+She was massaging her temples.
+
+"I am glad to see her ladyship amused." Kaplan followed Mr. Ritchie's
+gaze. "Hickory dickory dock, the mice looked at the clock...."
+
+"Oh, shut up."
+
+"Oop, sorry." The big man mixed up a new batch silently, then refilled
+the three glasses. He sat down. The clock's tick, a deep sharp bass
+sound, got louder and louder in the room. Kaplan rested his head on the
+couch arm. "Less than an hour," he said. "Not even an hour--"
+
+"I knew it." Mrs. Ritchie stood up. "I knew it the minute you walked
+in. We're not nervous enough, oh, no, now we've got to listen to the
+great city editor and his news behind the news."
+
+"Very well!" Kaplan rose shakily. He was drunk; it showed now. "If I'm
+not welcome here, then I shall go elsewhere to breathe my last."
+
+"Never mind," Mrs. Ritchie said. "Sit down. I've had a stomach full of
+this wake. If you two insist on sitting up until X-hour like a couple
+of ghouls, well, that's your business. I'm going to bed. And to sleep."
+
+"What a woman," Kaplan muttered, polishing off the martini. "Nerves of
+chilled steel."
+
+Mrs. Ritchie looked at her husband for a moment. Then she said, "Good
+night, dear," and started for the door.
+
+"See you in the morning," Mr. Ritchie said. "Get a good sleep."
+
+Then Max Kaplan giggled. "Yeah, a real good sleep."
+
+Mrs. Ritchie left the room.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The big man fumbled for a cigarette. He glanced at the clock. "Hank,
+for Chrissake--"
+
+Henry Ritchie sighed and slumped in the chair. "I tried, Max."
+
+"Did you? Did you try--I mean with everything?"
+
+"With everything. Might as well face it: the boy's going to burn, right
+on schedule."
+
+Kaplan opened his mouth.
+
+"Forget it. The governor isn't about to issue a commutation. With the
+public's blood up the way it is, he knows what it would mean to his
+vote. We were stupid even to try."
+
+"Lousy vultures."
+
+Ritchie shrugged. "They're hungry, Max. You forget, there hasn't been
+an execution in this state for over two years. They're hungry."
+
+"So a poor dumb kid's got to fry alive in order for them to get their
+kicks...."
+
+"Wait a second now. Don't get carried away. This same poor dumb kid is
+the boy who killed George Sanderson in cold blood and then raped his
+wife, not too very long ago. If I recall, your word for him then was
+Brutal Murderer."
+
+"That was the paper. This is you and me."
+
+"Well, get that accusatory look off your face. Murder and rape--those
+are stiff raps to beat, pal."
+
+"You did it with Beatty, you got him off," Kaplan reminded his friend.
+
+"Luck. Public mood--Beatty was an old man, feeble. Look, Max--why don't
+you stop beating around the bush?"
+
+"Okay," Kaplan said slowly. "They--let me in this afternoon. I talked
+with him again."
+
+Ritchie nodded. "And?"
+
+"Hank, I'm telling you--it gives me the creeps. I swear it does."
+
+"What did he tell you?"
+
+Kaplan puffed on his cigarette nervously, kept his eyes on the clock.
+"He was lying down when I went in, curled up tight. Trying to sleep."
+
+"Go on."
+
+"When he heard me, he came to. 'Mr. Kaplan,' he says, 'you've got to
+make them believe me, you've got to make them understand--' His eyes
+got real big then, and--Hank, I'm scared."
+
+"Of what?"
+
+"I don't know. Just him, maybe. I'm not sure."
+
+"He carrying the same line?"
+
+"Yeah. But worse this time, more intense somehow...."
+
+Ritchie tried to keep the smile. He remembered, all right. Much too
+well. The whole story was crazy, normally enough to get the kid off
+with a life sentence in the criminally insane ward. But it was a little
+_too_ crazy, so the psychiatrists wouldn't buy.
+
+"Can't get his words out of my mind," Kaplan was saying. His eyes were
+closed. "'Mister, tell them, tell them. If you kill me, then you'll all
+die. This whole world of yours will die....'"
+
+_Because_, Ritchie remembered, _you don't exist, any of you, except in
+my mind. Don't you see? I'm asleep and dreaming all this. You, your
+wives, your children, it's all part of my dream--and when you kill me
+then I'll wake up and that will be the end of you...._
+
+"Well," Ritchie said, "it's original."
+
+Kaplan shook his head.
+
+"Come on, Max, snap out of it. You act like you never listened to a
+lunatic before. People have been predicting the end of the world ever
+since Year 1."
+
+"Sure, I know. You don't have to patronize me. It's just that--well,
+who _is_ this particular lunatic anyway? We don't know any more about
+him than the day he was caught. Even the name we had to make up. Who is
+he, where'd he come from, what's his home?"
+
+_My home ... a world of eternities, an eternity of worlds.... I must
+destroy, hurt, kill before I wake always ... and then once more I must
+sleep ... always, always...._
+
+"Look, there's a hundred vagrants in every city. Just like our boy: no
+name, no friends, no relatives."
+
+"Then he doesn't seem in the least odd to you, is that it? Is that what
+you're telling me?"
+
+"So he's odd! I never met a murderer that wasn't!" Ritchie recalled the
+lean hairless face, the expressionless eyes, the slender youthful body
+that moved in strange hesitant jerks, the halting voice.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The clock bonged the quarter hour. Fifteen to twelve. Max Kaplan wiped
+the perspiration from his forehead.
+
+"And besides," Ritchie said, somewhat too loudly, "it's plain
+ridiculous. He says--what? We're a dream he's having, right? Okay--then
+what about our parents, and their parents, everybody who never heard of
+the kid?"
+
+"First thing I thought of. And you know his answer."
+
+Ritchie snorted.
+
+"Well, think it over, for God's sake. He says _every_ dream is a
+complete unit in itself. You--haven't you ever had nightmares about
+people you'd never seen before?"
+
+"Yes, I suppose so, but--"
+
+"All right, even though they were projections of your subconscious--or
+whatever the hell it's called--they were complete, weren't they? Going
+somewhere, doing something, all on their own?"
+
+Ritchie was silent.
+
+"Where were they going, what were they doing? See? The kid says every
+dream, even ours, builds its own whole world--complete, with a past
+and--as long as you stay asleep--a future."
+
+"Nonsense! What about _us_, when _we_ sleep and dream? Or is the period
+when we're unconscious the time _he's_ up and around? And keep in mind
+that everybody doesn't sleep at the same time--"
+
+"You're missing the point, Hank. I said it was complete, didn't I? And
+isn't sleeping part of the pattern?"
+
+"Have another drink, Max. You're slipping."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_"What will you wake up to?"_
+
+"_My home. You would not understand._"
+
+"_Then what?_"
+
+"_Then I sleep again and dream another world._"
+
+"_Why did you kill George Sanderson?_"
+
+"_It is my eternal destiny to kill and suffer punishment._"
+
+"_Why?_ Why?"
+
+"_In my world I committed a crime; it is the punishment of my world,
+this destiny...._"
+
+"Then try this on for size," Ritchie said. "That kid's frozen stiff
+with fear. Since he's going to have to wake up no matter what, then
+why not sit back and enjoy it?"
+
+Kaplan's eyes widened. "Hank, how soundly do you sleep?"
+
+"What's that got to do with it?"
+
+"I mean, do you ever dream?"
+
+"Of course."
+
+"Ever get hold of any particularly vivid ones? Falling down stairs
+like, being tortured, anything like that?"
+
+Ritchie pulled at his drink.
+
+"Sure you have." Kaplan gazed steadily at the clock. Almost midnight.
+"Then try to remember. In that kind of dream, isn't it true that the
+pleasure--or pain--you feel is almost as real as if you were actually
+experiencing it? I remember once I had a nightmare about my old man.
+He caught me in the basement with a cigarette--I was eight or nine,
+I guess. He took down my pants and started after me with his belt.
+Hank--that hurt, bad. It really hurt."
+
+"So what's the point?"
+
+"In my dream I tried to get away from my old man. He chased me all over
+that basement. Well, it's the same with the kid--except his dream is a
+hundred times more vivid, that's all. He knows he'll feel that electric
+chair, feel the jolts frying into him, feel the death boiling up in
+his throat just as much as if he were honest-to-God sitting there...."
+
+Kaplan stopped talking. The two men sat quietly watching the clock's
+invisible progress. Then Ritchie leaped up and stalked over to the bar
+again. "Doggone you, Max," he called. "You're getting _me_ fidgety now."
+
+"Don't kid me," Kaplan said. "You've been fidgety on your own for
+quite a while. I don't know how you ever made the grade as a criminal
+lawyer--you don't know the first thing about lying."
+
+Ritchie didn't answer. He poured the drink slowly.
+
+"Look at you and Ruth, screaming at each other. And then there was the
+other tip-off. The way you defended the kid--brilliantly, masterfully.
+You'd never have done that for a common open-and-shut little killer."
+
+"Max," Ritchie said, "you're nuts. Tell you what: at exactly 12:01 I'll
+take you out for the biggest, juiciest, rarest steak you ever saw. On
+me. Then we'll get loaded and fall all over ourselves laughing--"
+
+Ritchie fought away the sudden picture of steak, rare steak, with the
+blood sputtering out, sizzling on an electric stove.
+
+The clock began to strike. Henry Ritchie and Max Kaplan stood very
+still.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He uncoiled. The dry pop of hardened joints jabbed wakefulness into him
+until finally the twenty-foot long shell lay straight upon the steaming
+rocks. He opened his eyes, all of them, one by one.
+
+Across the bubbling pools, far away, past the white stone geysers, he
+could see them coming. Many of them, swiftly, giant slithering things
+with many arms and many legs.
+
+He tried to move, but rock grew over him and he could not move. By
+looking around he could see the cliff's edge, and he remembered the
+thousand bottomless pits below. Gradually the rest formed, and he
+remembered all.
+
+He turned to the largest creature. "Did you tell them?" He knew this
+would be a horrible punishment, worse than the last, the burning, far
+worse. Fingers began to unhinge the thick shell, peel it from him,
+leaving the viscous white tenderness bare to the heat and pain. "Tell
+them, make them understand, this is only a dream I'm having--"
+
+They took the prisoner to the precipice, lingered a moment to give him
+a view of the dizziness and the sucking things far below. Then nervous
+hands pressed him forward into space.
+
+He did not wake for a long time.
+
+
+
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+
+
+                         Lincoln, The American
+
+                                  by
+
+                            FRANK O. LOWDEN
+
+                         Governor of Illinois
+
+
+                             Boston, Mass.
+
+                           February 12, 1919
+
+
+           [Printed by authority of the State of Illinois.]
+
+
+                       [Illustration: colophon]
+                           SPRINGFIELD, ILL.
+              ILLINOIS STATE JOURNAL CO., STATE PRINTERS
+                                 1919
+
+                               15793--1M
+
+
+     Governor Frank O. Lowden of Illinois delivered the following
+        address before the Middlesex Club at the Hotel Somerset
+             in Boston, Mass., Wednesday evening February
+                               12, 1919:
+
+Principles rather than policies appealed to Abraham Lincoln. All great
+questions seemed to him to involve some moral quality. It was his habit,
+therefore, to resolve them into their simple fundamentals. It thus
+happens that many of his words are as apt and forceful to-day as when
+they were first spoken by him. Your Club has recognized this fact and
+has made “Lincoln, the American,” the theme of the evening. In harmony
+with this thought, I shall try to put before you some of the things for
+which Lincoln stood, which directly apply, as it seems to me, to the
+grave problems with which we and all the world with us are now
+confronted.
+
+A hundred and ten years ago to-day, two men were born. Both have been
+dust for many years. Yet each played a large part in the Great World War
+that we hope has reached its close. These men were Charles Darwin and
+Abraham Lincoln. Darwin devoted his life to the study of material
+things. In that world in which he lived he found heredity and
+environment to be the controlling facts. Out of his study came the
+doctrine of the survival of the fittest. The savants of Germany made
+that doctrine the corner-stone of a new philosophy which they called
+Kultur.
+
+According to Kultur, the world belonged to the strong and to the strong
+alone. Might was right, and the world was in the relentless grip of
+physical force. Justice, gentleness, righteousness were words invented
+by the weak to protect themselves against the strong. To pity a foe was
+weakness; to spare him was a crime. Kultur was a denial of the moral
+law; was a blind faith in the power of the laws of life which Darwin had
+declared.
+
+On the same day, in a cabin in Kentucky, Abraham Lincoln was born. If
+heredity and environment had been all there was in human life, we never
+should have heard his name. While Darwin delved in rocks to find
+vanished forms of life, Lincoln studied men. He learned to know men. By
+them his sympathies were quickened; the moral depths of his being were
+stirred; the right and wrong of human conduct engaged his deepest
+thought. Just as the laws of physical being unfolded under the eye of
+the great scientist, so the laws of the moral universe disclosed
+themselves to the great man. It was said that Darwin could take a single
+bone of some extinct and unknown animal and reconstruct that animal
+perfectly. Lincoln at the same time could take a single wrong to society
+and reconstruct society, to the everlasting benefit of all. Lincoln
+never read The Origin of Species, but he knew that, under the moral law,
+an injury by a superior race to an inferior reacted upon itself. He
+said--“This is a world of compensation and he who would be no slave must
+consent to have no slave. And those who deny freedom to others deserve
+it not for themselves and under a just God cannot long retain it.”
+Unconsciously, Lincoln became the interpreter of the moral laws of
+society, just as Darwin became the interpreter of the physical laws of
+life. Therefore, to Lincoln all men had the inalienable right to “life,
+liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” Lincoln was as much at home
+amidst the play of moral and spiritual forces as was Darwin in the realm
+of mere matter. It was this moral grandeur to which Lincoln attained
+that made him the wisest of all men. For, after all, wisdom is largely a
+product of character. Men may be intellectually brilliant, indeed
+brilliant beyond compare, and yet be utterly lacking in wisdom. Where
+other men had views, Lincoln had convictions. Convictions come from the
+heart and not from the brain. And so if there comes a question of human
+liberty, of human rights, one may turn to Lincoln for an answer without
+inquiring as to the particular year in which he wrote. There is a
+perfect harmony running through all his utterances.
+
+It is not strange that as Kultur was partially founded upon the doctrine
+of Darwin, so the Allies found their chief inspiration in the life of
+Abraham Lincoln. For this great contest was a war between the material
+forces of the world, upon the one hand, and the spiritual forces on the
+other. Where the Central Empires found comfort in The Origin of Species,
+the statesmen of England and France, and of Italy and the United States
+read the Gettysburg speech and the Second Inaugural, and so they renewed
+their faith and refreshed their courage.
+
+Darwin and Lincoln! Darwin announcing the survival of the strong!
+Lincoln declaring that when being mounted up to man, love also came into
+the universe to shield the weak! Lincoln insisting that when the laws of
+the physical universe and of the moral universe clash, those of the
+moral universe will prevail! Thank God, our soldiers, on a score of
+immortal battlefields in the last two years, have proven that Lincoln
+was right. The victory which we celebrate is the victory of spiritual
+forces over the things of earth.
+
+Lincoln truly served mankind because he loved mankind. Genuine service
+must always spring from the promptings of the heart, and is never a
+product of the will alone. It was your own poet Lowell who said:
+
+    “How beautiful to see
+     Once more a shepherd of mankind indeed,
+     Who loved his charge, but never loved to lead.”
+
+And so he couldn’t help giving his tenderest thought to the working man.
+He cared for him because he cared for all men. All are familiar with his
+significant saying that the Lord loves plain people because He made so
+many of them.
+
+With reference to the age-old question of labor and capital, he
+declared--“Labor is prior to and independent of capital. Capital is only
+the fruit of labor and could never have existed if labor had not first
+existed. Labor is the superior of capital and deserves much the highest
+consideration.” This is but another way of saying that society should
+chiefly concern itself with the lot in life of the average man. And this
+is but saying, in another form, that Lincoln was a lover of humanity.
+The Declaration of Independence, to which, again and again, he turned in
+his thinking, included not only the right to life and liberty, but the
+right to the pursuit of happiness as well. And it is interesting to note
+that though Lincoln emphasized the right to liberty--for slavery was the
+dominant issue at the time--he never referred to the Declaration, so far
+as I can find, without coupling with the right to liberty, the right to
+the pursuit of happiness. Life means much; liberty means much; but both
+fail unless life can be lived and liberty enjoyed under conditions of
+well-being. Any form of government is but a means to an end, and that
+end is the happiness of the individual. I am sure that in our almost a
+century and a half of existence, since that great day of Independence,
+more men have lived happy lives in our country and under our form of
+government than in any other in all the history of the world.
+
+But the happiness and well-being of the average man and woman must be
+steadily advanced if our institutions are to endure. The economists may
+explain, the statesmen may excuse our failure to accomplish this, but
+the fact remains that our civilization will fail if the well-being of
+the men and women and children of America shall not continuously
+improve.
+
+This cannot be, however, in my opinion, if we destroy private initiative
+in industry. For every invention, for every improved process made under
+the stimulus of private initiative, though the inventor may profit,
+society profits immeasurably more. A steadily reducing amount of human
+labor is all the time required to produce the necessities of life. If we
+shall abandon the ancient landmarks and substitute for private
+initiative and private industry a socialistic state, the progress of
+mankind will be arrested and retrogression will set in. Again Lincoln
+speaks to us: it is a message for to-day--“The legitimate object of
+government is to do for a community of people whatever they need to
+have done but cannot do at all or cannot so well do for themselves in
+their separate and individual capacities. In all that the people can
+individually do as well for themselves, government ought not to
+interfere.” He also warns us--“let not him who is houseless pull down
+the house of another, but let him labor diligently and build one for
+himself, thus by example assuring that his own shall be safe from
+violence when built.”
+
+Lincoln was above all a great American. Indeed, it was that same poet of
+yours, whom I have already quoted, who said of him--“new birth of our
+new soil, the first American.”
+
+All his life he hated slavery, but he loved his country more. He
+accepted battle not to free the slave but to save the Union. With sad
+heart, but with steadfast courage, he faced the greatest war the world
+had ever seen to keep the flag of his country--and not of the
+world--flying in the sky.
+
+There are those who believe they can see somewhere high in the sky a
+shadowy banner, upon which is written the word “internationalism.” To
+some this far-away flag seems white and to others red. They believe,
+that this flag is to supersede the flag of all the nations of the earth.
+That time may come, but it will come only when men shall cease to love
+their own, when they shall care for others’ families equally with their
+own. In the meantime we can serve humanity best by serving our own
+country first.
+
+Lincoln said: “I do not mean to say that this general government is
+charged with the duty of redressing or preventing all the wrongs in the
+world; but I do think that it is charged with preventing and redressing
+all wrongs which are wrongs to itself.” These words might indicate that
+Lincoln was not interested in humanity beyond our own borders. This is
+not so. All through his writings runs the thought that our cause was the
+cause of humanity. In his speech at Gettysburg, he did not say--“Let us
+highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this
+Nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that
+government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not
+perish” _from the United States_, but “from the earth.” His vision
+circled all the globe. His great heart was beating in sympathy with
+mankind everywhere. But he knew that the surest way to help the world
+was to cherish our priceless heritage at home. He knew that if we could
+preserve intact the liberties and institutions which we called our own,
+that was the greatest service we could render to mankind.
+
+How well he wrought I doubt if even he himself could fully understand.
+The condition of mankind the world over has been constantly improving,
+due to our influence and our example. The American Republic has been an
+inspiration to the lovers of liberty everywhere. It is the last and best
+hope of the world and he who would imperil its future by excess of love
+for other peoples and other lands is recreant not only to his country,
+but to mankind everywhere. The Republic, during its almost a century and
+a half of existence, has had a mighty influence throughout the world.
+Its power has come from its success as a self-governing nation. Our
+influence has run around the globe because we have contented ourselves
+with being an exemplar to, rather than a ruler of mankind.
+
+Lincoln did preserve the Union and free the slaves. That Nation which he
+saved had grown so powerful in a little more than fifty years that it
+was able, in the supreme crisis of civilization, to turn the tide of the
+great world conflict. And as he prayed, so now we may have faith to
+believe that “government of the people, by the people, for the people
+shall not perish _from the earth_.”
+
+
+
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+
+                          The Stilled Patter
+
+                           By JAMES E. GUNN
+
+                        Illustrated by STALLMAN
+
+                   _The age-old battle of the sexes
+                   may yet be the deadliest of all!_
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                 Infinity Science Fiction, June 1956.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+George Washington was the father of his country.
+
+I am not George Washington. My name is Andrew Jones, and it is because
+of me there will be no more Joneses in the world. There will be, in
+fact, no more anybody.
+
+This is the end of the world.
+
+It did not come through fire or ice, with a bang or a whimper, from
+solar catastrophe or man's suicidal mis-use of atomic power or any
+of the other fearful possibilities with which the Sunday-supplement
+writers once terrified us. It came through the exposure of an age-old
+conspiracy.
+
+I did it. My excuse is the eternal excuse of the scientist: I sought
+the truth. How it was used was not my concern.
+
+But that it should have led to the depopulation of the Earth concerns
+me, as it must concern every man, and I have an unshakable feeling of
+guilt.
+
+Perhaps I write this now in the hope that I may somehow purge myself. I
+know that it will never be read.
+
+The linen wick gutters in the saucer of melted tallow. It casts strange
+shadows on the cellar wall. Sometimes I think that they are the ghosts
+of children come to haunt me, the ghosts of all the little children who
+will never be born.
+
+But this is not what I sat down to write while I waited for Lindsay to
+return. What is keeping Lindsay? He should be back by now.
+
+I will begin again.
+
+My name is Andrew Jones, and today, by my figures, is October 3, 1969.
+The weather is turning cold here, and soon we must go looking for
+another hiding place. My joints are getting old; the damp has seeped
+into them. I long for the year-long warmth of California or Florida,
+but those areas are still crowded and deadly.
+
+Someone would recognize me.
+
+I think we will try a powerhouse again this winter. Often they have
+supplies of coal large enough to last us through the cold weather
+without extra foraging.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Cataclysm began in 1954, June 13 to be exact. That was the day my
+second child was born, a boy we named Kevin.
+
+It is surprising that a man who was the father of two children should
+accuse himself of depopulating the Earth. And yet it is because I was
+the father of two children that it happened.
+
+Pre-natal care of mothers and post-natal care of infants were
+subjects of compelling interest in those days, arriving monthly in
+the burgeoning women's magazines and annually in the proliferous
+child-care manuals. Pediatricians and mothers besieged parents with
+advice, and we consumed everything with catholic appetite: logical,
+illogical, sensible, insensible, nonsensical, self-contradictory.
+
+They kept us on our toes, strung as taut as Stradivarius violins,
+afraid to act for fear we would do the wrong thing, afraid not to act
+for fear inaction would be disastrous. Pediatricians and mothers,
+always the same authors. Never were there any articles on the care of
+mother and child by a father, only by what I came to think of as the
+vested interests.
+
+I was slow, I admit; but what father has not been slow? Who, if he had
+not been slow, would be a father?
+
+The books and the articles would have been troublesome enough if the
+information they imparted had been accurate. But slowly I became aware
+that they were subtly interwoven with mis-statements.
+
+I raveled them out, I categorized them. I counted five different kinds
+before I convinced myself.
+
+A mother published this: "One baby takes up all your time--two can't
+take any more."
+
+The fallacy was obvious. A certain amount of housework was inescapable.
+If the mother was unable to do the work, what happened to it?
+
+Answer: somebody else did it.
+
+Who? Even in the abundance of those days, most of us couldn't afford
+nurses, maids, cooks, laundresses, or cleaning women. The era of the
+poor relation who came to help out for a few months was long past.
+
+Who did the work, then? The father, that's who.
+
+I stared deep into the shocking chasm between the mental processes of
+men and women.
+
+I studied the statement again. There was no mis-statement at all--if
+you granted the hidden premise and didn't boggle on the implication. It
+was perfectly valid.
+
+The hidden premise was that women did all the housework. But that
+hadn't been true for a generation. The husband-father had been drafted
+into home service, and there was no discharge for him short of death or
+total disability.
+
+The latter was hard to prove.
+
+But the implication was the deadly thing: in the consideration of
+second child, a father's time and labor counted for nothing.
+
+I remembered a shaggy little story about a farmer who held up his hog
+to let it eat the corn off the stalk. "Doesn't it take a long time to
+fatten up a hog that way?" exclaimed the efficiency expert.
+
+"Shore," said the farmer, "but what's time to a hog?"
+
+And what, in a woman's eyes, was time to a father?
+
+The second type of mis-statement was a pure omission. The thing
+the baby books didn't mention was that most women felt ten times
+worse during their second pregnancies.[1] At this time life became
+almost unbearable for them--and it was, as a consequence, completely
+unbearable for their husbands.
+
+    [Footnote 1: Editor's note: This may help explain the size of the
+    average American family: 1.6 children.--W. M.]
+
+Not one baby book or article mentioned that fact. That it was a fact I
+proved by a personal survey. Every mother questioned revealed that she
+felt horrible during her second pregnancy. She was surprised that my
+wife and I didn't know this.
+
+I was not surprised. Nobody ever mentioned it, that is why we didn't
+know. I think it was at this time I first asked myself: _Is there a
+subconscious conspiracy to keep this kind of information from leaking
+out?_
+
+It wasn't important that women didn't know this. They had selective
+memories (proof of this was that mankind lasted as long as it did).
+If they were maternally inclined (as most of them were at one time or
+another), the disadvantages of pregnancy faded into a sort of merciful
+blur.
+
+If there was a conspiracy, it was aimed at fathers. It was intended to
+lull them into the logical supposition that conditions usually improve
+and that experience is the great teacher. Pure delusion! With women,
+things are always worse, and they are born with all the knowledge they
+will ever need.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Babies could be divided into two kinds: "most" and "occasional."
+Consider, for instance, the following quotation: "Most babies in the
+early months sleep from feeding to feeding; an occasional baby won't
+fall into this pattern but insists on being sociable after his meals."
+
+The first time I read that I supposed that this business of "most" and
+"occasional" was a statistical matter. That was my fatal mistake. If
+there was any statistical backing for that statement, I never found it.
+
+In my experience, the chances were nine out of ten that--try as you
+would--you would have an "occasional" baby.
+
+We did. We had two of them.
+
+The fourth type of mis-statement was the false generalization. It was
+said, much too often: "A full baby is a sleepy baby."
+
+That is a re-statement of the quotation above.
+
+I sat down with a pencil and paper and figured it out. A small infant
+took half an hour to finish a bottle. If he ate five times a day, he
+would have spent 21-1/2 hours asleep out of every 24.
+
+A little farther on I would read something like: "If a baby wakes up
+early, he is not getting enough to eat." I drew up a schedule:
+
+    _Baby wakes up (being hungry)._
+
+    _Baby gets fed (all he can hold)._
+
+    _Baby is sleepy (being fed)._
+
+    _Baby goes to sleep (being sleepy)._
+
+    _Baby sleeps until next feeding (being full)._
+
+I didn't recognize the baby. Who could? He wasn't my child or anybody
+else's. He was the pediatrician's pipe-dream child.
+
+I looked at it another way: if the baby slept except when being
+fed, when did it get the baths, orange juice, vitamins, cereal, and
+everything else the pediatricians prescribed?
+
+Hoist by their own petards!
+
+The fifth type of mis-statement was the impossible ideal. I tried this
+one for logic: "Babies should not be allowed to cry before feeding."[2]
+
+    [Footnote 2: Editor's note: This led to swallowing air which made
+    gas bubbles; gas bubbles caused colic.--W. M.]
+
+Had those doctors ever tried to keep a hungry child from crying?
+
+Hungry children cried. It was their nature. Some of them--my kind for
+instance--cried very hard. And children--even pipe-dream children--woke
+up hungry.
+
+Warming a bottle to drinkable temperature took time, at least five
+minutes and sometimes ten. Meanwhile, in spite of everything that
+anyone could do, the baby was crying. He would not he cajoled, walked,
+teased, patted, jollied, scolded, or argued into accepting any
+substitute for his formula. With him, it was food or nothing.
+
+For horror, I had a favorite scene: the mother alone, rushing from
+baby to bottle, from bottle to baby, one screaming, the other cold,
+frantic with the pediatrician's admonitions, and then both too hot....
+
+I would not have had it on my conscience for all the royalties in
+America! At least I have saved the world that.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+There were more mis-statements, but those were enough. I did what any
+man, any scientist, would have done. I gave my findings to the world.
+They were published under the title: "What the Baby Books Won't Tell
+You." The article stirred up immediate controversy.
+
+It is not enough to uncover a conspiracy; you must find a motive. I had
+discovered the motive behind the Great Conspiracy.
+
+Baby books were not written to teach parents how to care for their
+children; baby books were written to sell baby books. And magazines
+published articles about babies to sell magazines to mothers.
+
+Valid reasons. If they had not existed, there would have been no baby
+books, no women's magazines. But this had far-reaching consequences:
+the market for baby books and women's magazines was the great,
+proliferating population of new parents. If the awful truth about
+parenthood were published, if these hardy, ingenuous souls were
+discouraged, something quite startling would happen to the market: it
+would disappear.
+
+There were attempts at suppression on all levels, but the truth was out
+and nothing could stop its spread. Secret printing presses turned out
+reprints by the millions; they were passed from hand to hand. Fathers
+whispered the word to husbands; husbands passed it on to bachelor
+friends.
+
+The word raced around the world.
+
+It would not have been so disastrous if Lindsay McPherson had not
+simultaneously perfected his contraceptive pill out of a Southwestern
+plant named _Lithospermum ruderale_. For the first time, a
+contraceptive was safe, cheap, and convenient--and 100% effective in
+reducing _male_ fertility.
+
+Birth control was in the hands of the men.
+
+Billions of the tiny pills were turned out. Enemy nations sowed them
+over each other's territory in boxes containing translations of my
+article. Men cached them away, carried them in money belts, hollowed
+out hiding places in the heels of shoes....
+
+Births dropped suddenly. Almost overnight, the maternity wards were
+depopulated. Hospitals went broke, or began advertising for patrons,
+sick or well.
+
+The makers of baby foods, baby apparel, and baby accessories went next,
+then the women's magazines when they lost their advertising. In a few
+years, the condition hit the schools; one by one they closed their
+doors.
+
+It was a creeping paralysis. The toy makers and sellers collapsed. The
+clothing industry couldn't survive longer. The shoe-makers were hardest
+hit. Food consumption dropped. All over the country, farmers went
+broke....
+
+By comparison, the Great Depression seemed like a boom.
+
+By 1965 the end was in sight. Society disintegrated. The cities were
+deserted; they burned for years. From a mechanical-agricultural
+civilization, the world returned to the stone age in one decade.
+
+People went in packs for protection. There were two kinds of them:
+packs of men hunting for food and packs of women hunting for men.
+
+Soon, as the women grow too old for child-bearing, the race of Man will
+be doomed.
+
+I did it. I am guilty. Lindsay helped, but I am the one. But how was I
+to know that society--that human life itself--was founded on a basic
+deception?
+
+I wonder what is keeping Lindsay. He should be back by now.
+
+    _Editor's note: This manuscript was found in a cellar of a house in
+    a Midwestern city; it is presented here partly for its historical
+    interest, but chiefly for your amusement._
+
+    _Mr. Wilma Masters (the former Andrew Jones) was found in the same
+    cellar. Our hunting party had taken Lindsay McPherson some time
+    before, and he had directed us promptly to the cellar. Men are like
+    that._
+
+    _As is the custom, the men were stripped, carefully searched, and
+    sent to the premarital barracks to wait for some girl's proposal.
+    Our readers will be happy to learn that they are both back in
+    service._
+
+    _Never underestimate the power of a woman._
+
+                                                      --_Wilma Masters_
+
+
+
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+
+
+                               The FOOL
+
+                            By DAVID MASON
+
+                         Illustrated by WESTON
+
+                   _The Tarchiki were the universe's
+                    worst pupils--and as a teacher,
+                  Duncan was a first-rate carpenter!_
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                Infinity Science Fiction, August 1956.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Duncan? No, he wasn't the Agent just before you. He was here in
+2180--oh, a good thirty years back, Earth-time. The natives say
+hundreds of years, but they're a short-lived lot. The way they cut
+each other's throats, it's a wonder any of them live out the life span
+they've got, anyway.
+
+I came out when Duncan did--knew him pretty well, as well as anybody
+could. A perfect fool. Knowing him was a real education. Do anything
+the other way from the way Duncan did it, and you'd be all right.
+
+You wouldn't think it to look at him. Well set-up man, around thirty
+when he got here, intelligent face, good talker, had a degree--but
+a fool. Seemed as if he couldn't do anything right. He told me once
+that he'd been married, and that it had broken up. He more or less
+implied that his wife had gotten sick of little things--broken dishes,
+tactless remarks, carelessness. You wouldn't think that would be
+enough to break up a marriage, but you've got no idea how that sort of
+thing can add up.
+
+I was clerking for him then. I swear I did all the work. I had to. He
+couldn't add, couldn't file a record, and couldn't have found one if
+he'd managed somehow to put it away. I took Agent's inventories, I did
+most of the trading with the native chiefs, I did everything. Duncan
+just bumbled around the post, or listened to records, or wrote those
+silly, hopeless, letters to his ex-wife. He was trying to get her to
+come back to him. How do I know? Well, who do you think worked the
+subspace transmitter, as well as doing everything else?
+
+The native thing really annoyed me, though, because it was dangerous.
+You know the Tarchiki. They look human enough, except for minor
+details. When it comes to a Tarchik female I'll overlook the green skin
+and the pointed ears every time. But they aren't entirely like us. They
+have a liking for war and torture that's really sickening.
+
+Our ancestors? Oh, now, really ... you're talking just like Duncan.
+That was always his apology for them. He said our own ancestors were
+pretty bad, too. Certainly they were, but I can't see any ancestor of
+mine acting the way a Tarchik does with a captured enemy. And they
+haven't the slightest sense of sportsmanship, either. They'd rather
+jump you from ambush than fight in the open, and they won't fight at
+all if the enemy's stronger than they are. That's why they've never
+made any serious attempt to do in all the Earthmen on their world.
+That, and greed; they get very good deals from us, and they know it.
+
+Anyway, I'm sure none of my ancestors ever acted like that.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+But Duncan was always ready to forgive a Tarchik anything. That used
+to upset the hell out of them, too, because they expect to be punished
+when they're caught at anything. They don't understand our reluctance
+to kill, but they respect a Patrolman's shock gun, and when they get
+caught stealing or taking each other's tails they know they're going
+to get a few months in quod, or what they hate much worse, a public
+flogging. If they didn't get punished, they'd assume it was weakness on
+our part. Just like kids.
+
+Anyway, there was Duncan, holding long confabs with the Tarchiki,
+trying to teach them some sort of elementary ethics. Naturally, it
+didn't take at all. They listened, because they love long speeches, but
+they never acted on what he said.
+
+He used to tell them that if they stopped chopping each other up and
+hanging up the rows of tails as war trophies, their lives would be a
+lot pleasanter. They used to nod and applaud, but Duncan never caught
+on to the simple fact that they thought this was meant to be a joke.
+_They_ didn't think their lives weren't pleasant enough. After all,
+look at their situation. They've got plenty to eat, without working
+hard for it, plenty of time on their hands--why shouldn't they keep
+down their surplus population? They don't know any other way, except
+breaking up their eggs, and they only do that to enemy tribes.
+
+While he was at it, Duncan tried to tell them all about love and things
+like that. Oh, no, not sex. If there's anything a Tarchik doesn't
+know about _that_, there's no Earthman going to teach him. I mean the
+way they treat their women. A Tarchik woman's nothing but a piece of
+property as far as sex goes, but there's some kind of curious maternal
+inheritance thing--anyway, it's as funny as hell to see a big Tarchik
+buck get down and bump his head in front of his mother, and his aunts,
+and all his other female ancestors. That's the one thing he's really
+afraid of. But, till she gets to be a mother, a woman leads a fairly
+rough life, getting passed around as a kind of prize of war, working
+harder than the men, all that.
+
+So Duncan wanted them to be a bit chivalrous to their women. Share the
+work, all kinds of things like that. You know what they thought of that
+idea--another Earthman's joke.
+
+But the funniest thing of all, to them, was his idea about the kids.
+Naturally, a Tarchik pup's no use to its father till it's a bit grown.
+Then, if it's a boy, the old man teaches it to drink _smassi_ and file
+its teeth, and go out ambushing and cutting tails with the other noble
+savages. If it's a girl, the father looks around for a suitable buyer
+as soon as its breasts are grown, and hopes for the best price possible.
+
+To the mothers, though, the kids represent a kind of investment, since
+custom directs the first loyalties to the mother's clan. So they treat
+them pretty well, although a bit casually, since they litter by twos
+and at least once a year.
+
+Anyway, Duncan seemed to think highly of kids. Can't imagine why, since
+he never had any of his own. He used to run a kind of school for them.
+Taught them all kinds of things a Tarchik's got no use for at all, made
+toys for them--badly, naturally; he couldn't have cut his initials in
+a tree without slicing his thumb. But what he couldn't make in the way
+of school stuff, he imported from Earth. Cost him his entire salary,
+except for what he spent on those futile letters to his wife.
+
+Those kids were fond of him, I suppose--as fond of him as a Tarchik
+ever gets of anything. They even kept the school foolishness going
+awhile afterward, but I think it's gone now.
+
+Anything that fool Duncan said, the Tarchiki thought was a great joke.
+They wouldn't have hurt his feelings for anything, for fear he'd quit
+telling them tall stories. They told him quite a few things, too. He
+wrote it all down, in dead earnest, as if their fairy tales and drum
+poems had any value. I sent the whole lot off to his wife, after it
+happened. I think it got lost in transit--I never heard from her,
+anyway. Or she may have thrown it all away. I can't imagine what else
+you could do with such a pile of nonsense.
+
+As a matter of fact, that's what led up to it--those damned legends.
+Duncan got interested in their religion. Never do that, boy. Let 'em
+all have their ghost stories and wooden gods, and never fool around
+with their idea of what makes the planet go round.
+
+The Tarchiks have a lot of small time fetishes, but they also have
+one big god, a fat one made out of stone, out in the jungle over near
+Mount Clarke. Every so often they all go up in a body and pay him a
+visit, and they take along any spare pups, usually extra girl children
+or prisoners from other tribes. This god--Kachan, his name is, I
+think--likes children too. He likes them best roasted, like birds on a
+spit. Charming deity.
+
+Anyway, when Duncan found out about Kachan, he got very upset. He went
+blazing out there to Mount Clarke, and he blew Kachan all to bits with
+a grenade. The Tarchiki didn't care for that, naturally.
+
+About a week later, Duncan was on his way over to the big village near
+here, to give his Tarchik kids another arithmetic lesson, I suppose.
+Old Stancha--he was the local religious big shot, a kind of High
+Priest--threw a spear from the bushes, Tarchik fashion, and nailed
+Duncan very neatly. Nailed, yes. That's the way we found him, with his
+back against a tree.
+
+Just another case of a man's foolishness catching up with him. But
+Duncan hasn't stopped giving us trouble yet, dead or not. First thing
+that happened was that old Stancha came in to the post, demanding to
+be executed. He claimed he'd made a big mistake killing Duncan, the
+biggest mistake of his life. I never could figure out what he meant--it
+seemed to have something to do with what Duncan said to him just before
+he died.
+
+Well, if Stancha had kept his mouth shut, we'd have had no case at
+all, which would have been just fine with me. I was Agent, in Duncan's
+place, and I was out to see to it that business stayed good and got
+better. Can't annoy the natives by executing their high priest and
+expect good trade. But I couldn't very well let Stancha go, either,
+once he'd confessed. So I had him tried, all proper and correct, and
+executed him in due form.
+
+Next thing I knew, the Tarchiks were putting Kachan back together
+again. They were all up there, building a great big new version, and
+having a first class party at the same time. These parties generally
+lead to a tail-hunting expedition, so I expected some trouble. But it
+didn't, this time.
+
+There was plenty of noise, though. The Tarchiki never do anything
+quietly, and this seemed to be an occasion. What with drums, bagpipes,
+wailing and howling, there wasn't a bird would roost for twenty miles
+around.
+
+When they got all through, I went up to look over the new statue, out
+of curiosity, and because I'd heard that they hadn't sacrificed a
+single pup. I thought there must be something queer about Kachan Number
+Two. There was.
+
+It was Duncan. They'd given him a tail, and he looked more like a
+Tarchik than an Earthman, but the face was unmistakable. They aren't
+half bad carvers, you know; and they'd really spread themselves this
+time. The thing was forty feet tall, and it stood on a rock platform,
+with some words carved in that lettering Duncan had taught them to use.
+The words were something Duncan was supposed to have said as he was
+dying.
+
+I never could read that stuff really well; all I got out of the thing
+was that Duncan was forgiving the old murderer, because he didn't know
+what he was doing. Pure nonsense, of course, but you don't expect a
+dying man to make sense, and particularly not Duncan. But it seems
+those words were what had caused all the to-do.
+
+I found the story in one of those ballads Duncan had collected. Seems
+that the Tarchiki had been expecting a great teacher to show up,
+who'd do all sorts of wonderful things for them. Nothing unusual; all
+primitives have some story like that. But there was something else.
+
+The idea was that if the Tarchiki listened to this teacher, he'd make
+them the most important people in the whole world; in the universe,
+in fact, from the way the thing sounded. Just how, wasn't specified.
+But if they should let him be killed, they would know who he had been
+because of his last words, forgiving them. Naturally, they fitted
+Duncan right in; forgiving anybody would be the least likely idea in
+any Tarchik's mind if he were being speared.
+
+So the Tarchiki think they've made a terrible mistake, and they seem
+bent on spending the rest of time making up for it. It's the leading
+religion now, and it's the biggest joke I've ever come across. Poor
+Duncan, wrong-headed as he was about nearly everything else, had a bit
+of sense in that department; he never had any religious nonsense in him.
+
+Anyway, it shows you, doesn't it? I've always said you can learn a
+little from practically anything. You keep Duncan in mind, any time you
+get to feeling too soft on these natives. He might be a god to these
+Tarchiki, but I'll tell you the real test of whether a man's got any
+sense; he's dead, I'm alive, and you're alive. That's enough proof for
+me.
+
+
+
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+
+                             Round-Up Time
+
+                           By CHESTER COHEN
+
+                         Illustrated by GIUNTA
+
+                    _There was madness in Manhattan
+                    when Queerpants came to town!_
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                 Infinity Science Fiction, June 1956.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+My wife don't believe me. That's why she made me come here, and I
+don't think you're gonna believe me, either, but it's the God's honest
+truth--and the money's mine.
+
+Hell, I wouldn't never steal. I know there's a lotta fellas in my fix
+that do, but not me. I always been honest, and always got along okay.
+
+Excuse me, but are you takin' this down just the way I'm tellin' it?
+Cuz I can't talk so good, ain't had much schoolin', and I want this
+took down just like I'm tellin' it, cuz it's gonna he hard enough to
+believe.
+
+Okay, thanks.
+
+The whole thing started yesterday mornin'. I went out early cuz my wife
+was sick and I wanted to try and get as much as I could by myself, in
+case there gonna be doctor bills. And it's a lot tougher goin' it
+alone, counta my wife plays the banjo, and that's a big help.
+
+Well, the subway take on the way up from Brooklyn was pretty poor, so
+I got off at Columbus Circle and headed for the Park. I figgered, it
+bein' the Fourth of July holiday, there'd be pretty good pickin's there.
+
+But hell, I never figgered it was gonna be _that_ good!
+
+I had a little trouble gettin' acrost Fifty-ninth Street--you know,
+where they been doin' all that diggin'?--and I took a bad spill there.
+My crutches slipped on that damn gravel they got spread all over the
+place. I don't usu'ly have trouble navigatin' that way, but this
+mornin' I was still kinda sleepy and wasn't watchin' myself enough.
+
+Yeah, I went right on my ear--that's how I got this cut here. As if I
+ain't had enough trouble there.
+
+This real nice guy come runnin' over and helps me up. He talked real
+funny, sorta with his teeth, like. I couldn't make out a thing he said.
+A furriner, I figgered.
+
+Then when we get to the curb, he takes off like a bat outta hell into
+the park. That's when I noticed he was dressed kinda funny, too. Like
+the creases on his pants was on the _sides_, and his jacket was on
+backwards, and he didn't have no shoes on. Just some kinda floppy red
+socks, it looked like, with a lotta yella tassels on 'em.
+
+Must be a character from the Village, I figgered. I seen a lotta queer
+ducks down there in my time.
+
+Then I forgot about him, cuz I spotted a coupla young kids sittin' on
+the stone bench near the gate, and they looked like a good touch. So I
+dusts off my hat and gives 'em a try.
+
+But they was still lookin' pop-eyed towards the park where the funny
+character went, and didn't give me a tumble atall. So I moved along
+into the park, and to hell with 'em.
+
+There was only a coupla bums sleepin' on the benches near the gate, and
+I went on up the grade and around the bend. It was slow goin' uphill,
+and my leg was hurtin', but when I fin'ly got there, all the benches on
+both sides of the walk was empty.
+
+I thought, Hell, I'm _too_ early. But I kept on goin', even though my
+shoulders was startin' to hurt now. I didn't wanna grab a rest till I
+took in a coupla bucks, at least.
+
+The ground levels off there, and it was easier goin', so I tried to get
+up a little speed, rememberin' there was a place up ahead where people
+always sit on the grass and get the sun.
+
+And all the way, the benches was empty and not a soul in sight
+nowheres. I was thinkin' maybe there was some kinda celebratin' goin'
+on and I oughta been goin' up towards the Mall. But I knew it was too
+early for anythin' like that, so I kept on goin'.
+
+And a damn good thing I did. Cuz when I reached that big field--you
+know, where the road cuts off?--there was a fair-sized crowd standin'
+around there.
+
+They was all lookin' off towards the middle of the field. But I
+couldn't make out from where I was what was goin' on, and I didn't care
+much, anyways, cuz I don't care nothin' 'bout them parades and stuff.
+So I just started makin' my rounds.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Well, it was the damndest thing I ever seen! All them people started
+shellin' out soon as I came up to 'em--without even lookin' at me! I
+thought I was gonna pass out right there, seein' all them green-backs
+floppin' into my hat.
+
+One guy threw in wallet and all!
+
+Lookin' at these crazy people, I seen they was all talkin'. And they
+looked like they was talkin' to theirselves, cuz nobody turned a head,
+just kept starin', all glassy-eyed, like they was doped up.
+
+The old guy that threw in his whole wallet was sayin' somethin'
+like: "This is the finest performance of scar-laddy I've ever heard.
+Positively brilliant!" There was a skinny kid standin' next to the old
+gent, and his lips was movin' fast. "Jeepers!" he was sayin', "real
+dixieland." And his buddy was standin' there, tappin' his feet and
+yellin', "_Hear_ that boogie beat! Man! That's Albert Ammons and Pete
+Johnson at their best!"
+
+A little ways in, a fat guy, standin' on somebody's panama hat, says,
+"Show-pan! I just _love_ show-pan." His big, flabby lips was slappin'
+together hard. The big, chesty old lady with him had one o' them little
+wrinkled-up mouths, and I could hardly make out what she was sayin',
+cuz her lips didn't hardly move at all when she talked, but it was
+somethin' like, "Chambah music, my deah. _So_ lovely."
+
+Ev'rybody's mouth was goin'--ev'rybody I looked at was sayin' somethin'
+about music. And they all looked like they was havin' the time of their
+life.
+
+And they kept right on shellin' out as I moved along through 'em!
+
+Then I gets to the edge of the crowd, and I spot what they're all
+starin' at--it's nobody but my old friend, Queerpants, the nice guy
+that helped me on Fifty-ninth Street when I took that spill!
+
+He's standin' out there in the middle o' the field with his back to
+the crowd, wavin' his arms around like crazy. Looked just like he was
+leadin' a band. Queerest thing I ever seen--cuz there ain't nothin' in
+front o' him, exceptin' trees and grass.
+
+A coupla minutes later, he throws his hands down, like he's stoppin'
+somethin', and then he turns around towards the crowd and bends over
+real low.
+
+And the crowd goes nuts. Their mouths are wide open, screamin' and
+yellin', and they're clappin' their hands like they was at a circus or
+somethin'.
+
+Queerpants bends over a couple times more, then he swings around again,
+sorta taps the air in front o' him, stretches his arms up over his head
+for a second, and then starts slingin' 'em around again.
+
+Right away, everybody shuts their traps and goes to starin' again.
+They all look like they been cryin'--but happy like.
+
+I'm standin' there, tryin' to figger how maybe it's some kinda gag, and
+there's maybe a band hidin' back in the trees or somethin' like that,
+when outta the corner o' my eye I spots this cop comin' towards me.
+
+I ducks back into the crowd real fast and starts stuffin' all the dough
+into my pockets. Soon's the hat's empty, I takes a peek back through
+the crowd, and there's the blue-coat, rockin' back on his heels with a
+big grin spread on his fat face.
+
+This, I hadda see, so I moves over, real quiet like, and his mouth is
+goin' like sixty. "It's the old Killarney," he's sayin', "Bejasus!
+Oi've niver heard the like. Me poor old mither should be here now. God
+_bless_ the man!"
+
+And all the time, the crowd's gettin' bigger and bigger. Cars stop
+along the road, a couple people ride over on horses, two women with
+baby carriages pushes in, and a big guy with glasses, carryin' about
+ten books, drops them on the grass and starts clenchin' his fists.
+
+Now I see Queerpants is takin' a bow again, and ev'rybody's beatin'
+their hands.
+
+All of a sudden, Queerpants jumps around and takes off towards the
+woods, hoppin' across the grass like a rabbit, and wavin' his arms
+around again as he goes.
+
+Lucky I'm on the outside, or I woulda been trampled. It was like
+somebody yelled "Fire!" in a movie. The whole mob beats it across the
+grass, knockin' into each other, ev'rybody tryin' to get ahead.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I let 'em go and went back to the sidewalk. I know where that woods
+lets out; it leads right back to Central Park West, and it's the long
+way around. I can easy beat 'em by goin' up the sidewalk.
+
+And I do. I'm already waitin' outside when Queerpants comes hoppin' out
+with the whole mob runnin' after him. Looks like they picked up lots
+more people on the way, cuz now there's hundreds followin' him.
+
+I damn near chokes when Queerpants jumps the red light. But traffic
+just stops dead for him, brakes jammin' up and down the street for
+about a mile.
+
+He's headin' straight crosstown towards the river, it looks like, and
+I'm thinkin', damn, this I gotta see. But I can't figger no way to
+catch up with 'em.
+
+Then I see the traffic on the other side of the street is startin' to
+turn right in after the tail-end o' the mob. And the same thing starts
+on my side, ev'rybody tryin' to go down that side street at the same
+time. And ev'rybody punchin' their horns like crazy.
+
+About four cars down from where I'm standin', there's a taxi in the
+line. So, neat as you please, I goes down, opens his door and climbs in.
+
+The cabby don't even see me. In his mirror, I can see his face is red
+as a beet, and he's yellin' and cussin' and beatin' on his hornbutton.
+
+Well, I pulls the door shut and make myself comfy. Then, all of a
+sudden, we start movin'. As we cut around the corner, I see how we got
+our break--there's two cars locked bumpers in the other lane, holdin'
+up the whole line.
+
+Now we're goin' straight crosstown at a pretty good clip. At Amsterdam,
+we swing uptown, up a big hill, and when we get to the top, I can see
+the crowd still racing along like mad.
+
+Way uptown, somewhere near a Hundred and Twenty-fifth, we turn west,
+run down under the Express Highway, and end up in front of a beat-up
+old dock.
+
+There's hundreds of cars parked all over the place with their doors
+open and their engines runnin', and ev'rybody's racin' toward the river.
+
+My driver was out before the cab hardly stopped. It took me a little
+while to get out. Then I had to be real careful navigatin' that old
+wharf. It was full of holes and big cracks and piles of junk lyin'
+around.
+
+Slow goin'. I was pretty beat by the time I reached the mob near the
+end o' the wharf.
+
+They was two long lines of 'em, movin' along slow. Up ahead, they was
+all goin' up a big red ramp that went up into the air off the dock and
+into a great big thing that was hangin' in the air over the river. The
+thing looked like a big banana made outta glass.
+
+When I got nearer, I could see right into the thing.
+
+Inside it, there was a lotta little stalls, and people was all crowdin'
+into 'em, about four or five to a stall. As soon as they got in, a
+kinda door dropped down and I couldn't see no way that they could get
+out.
+
+But it didn't look like anybody was _tryin'_ to get out.
+
+There was a big round table in each stall, with a lotta food on 'em,
+and the people was standin' around just eatin' like pigs in a sty.
+
+All the time I was watchin', people kept pilin' into the thing, lookin'
+like they was singin' their heads off. Some was clappin' their hands
+and throwin' their arms around, like they was doin' some kinda dance.
+
+For about an hour, people kept marchin' up that ramp, until fin'ly the
+end of the line came, and they all got in--exceptin' the last one. A
+real skinny old man with a cane.
+
+Just as he got up to the top of the ramp, the hole in the side of the
+banana closed up, quick as a wink.
+
+All of a sudden, the thing starts to go straight up into the air,
+leavin' the old man standin' there at the edge of the ramp, wavin' his
+cane.
+
+Next thing the old man goes over the edge and drops into the river.
+
+The banana-lookin' thing keeps goin' up into the air, goin' faster and
+faster, and shinin' like a mirror. Smaller and smaller it gets, and
+then--bop--it's gone.
+
+Goin' back to the street, I was feelin' sick. It was like ev'rybody in
+the world was crazy except me. I felt _lonesome_.
+
+And all those cars, parked ev'ry which-way, with their doors open and
+their motors runnin'--it was real scary.
+
+Well, I got outta there as fast as I could go and took the subway home.
+And my wife wouldn't believe me when she seen all that dough.
+
+But it's the truth, and I figger the only reason they didn't get me,
+whoever they was, is because I'm stone-deaf and couldn't hear that
+guy's funny music.
+
+Do I get to keep the money, Yer Honor?
+
+
+
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+
+
+Transcriber’s Notes:
+
+  Underscores “_” before and after a word or phrase indicate _italics_
+    in the original text.
+  Equal signs “=” before and after a word or phrase indicate =bold=
+    in the original text.
+  Illustrations have been moved so they do not break up paragraphs.
+  Typographical and punctuation errors have been silently corrected.
+
+
+
+
+Army Pulse Radiation Facility
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Contents
+
+
+                                                               Page No.
+
+    The Concept                                                    3
+    The Facility                                                   5
+    The Reactor                                                    7
+    Exposure Locations and Performance Levels                     11
+    APRF User Support Facilities                                  17
+    Instructions to Potential Users                               20
+
+                               Table I.
+    APRFR Core Design Data                                         8
+
+                               Table II.
+    Typical APRFR Performance Levels                               8
+
+                              Table III.
+    APRFR Fluence and Flux Data                                   13
+
+                               Table IV.
+    Nominal APRFR Leakage and U235 Fission Spectra                13
+
+                               Table V.
+    Fluence-to-Dose Conversion Factors for APRFR Leakage Neutrons 14
+
+                               Table VI.
+    Kerma and Kerma Rate in Tissue for APRFR Exposure Conditions  14
+
+                              Table VII.
+    Kerma and Kerma Rate in Silicon for APRFR Exposure Conditions 15
+
+                              Table VIII.
+    Neutron-to-Gamma Dose Ratios                                  15
+
+                               Table IX.
+    APRF User Support Equipment                                   18
+
+                     Army Pulse Radiation Facility
+           _U.S. Army Ballistic Research Laboratories_
+                               AMXRD-BTD
+            _Aberdeen Proving Ground, Maryland 21005_
+
+[Illustration: Army Pulse Radiation Facility Location Map]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Concept
+
+
+The Army Pulse Radiation Facility (APRF) is designed to meet an
+Army need for a facility located near the Eastern Seaboard capable
+of providing large fast neutron and gamma radiation doses within
+microseconds. This fast pulse radiation capability is necessary for
+the determination of transient responses of materiel in nuclear
+environments.
+
+The APRF increases Army capability by providing improved simulation of
+radiative effects of a nuclear burst for studies of Army interest, and
+provides a facility for testing Army materiel. Because of its location,
+the APRF economically and efficiently serves the heavy concentration of
+Army agencies and contractors located along the Eastern Seaboard.
+
+The design of the APRF is a direct outgrowth of projected user
+requirements. Thus the reactor can be used both for high dose
+irradiations of small objects, as a point source for radiation detector
+studies, and irradiation of bulk objects. The former requirement led
+to the incorporation of a 1½-inch OD “glory hole” running through
+the center of the core, and providing a fast neutron fluence of
+about 9 × 10¹⁴ neutrons per square centimeter per pulse. The latter
+two requirements have resulted in the design of a large volume,
+low-radiation backscatter Reactor Building. Provision is made for
+moving the reactor both within the Reactor Building and to an outdoor
+test site at heights variable up to 44 feet above ground by means of a
+mechanical device called the reactor transporter. The reactor is also
+capable of intermittent steady state operation in the kilowatt range
+for classes of experiments requiring this mode of operation.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Facility
+
+
+The APRF is located on the military reservation of Aberdeen Proving
+Ground (APG), in southeastern Harford County, Maryland. The Reactor
+Building is at the center of the facility.
+
+This building is a windowless, circular structure with aluminum siding.
+Inside, the building is 100 feet in diameter and 65 feet high. There
+is a roll-up door in the south wall for the passage of the reactor
+transporter to the outdoor test site and another in the west wall for
+the access of vehicles to the building. A shielded stairway and maze
+provides access from the underground Control Building. This concrete
+structure provides radiological shielding for the personnel and
+controls associated with the operation of the reactor and the conduct
+of experiments.
+
+The area within a ~450-yard radius of the Reactor Building constitutes
+the APRF high-radiation area defined by a 10-foot anti-personnel fence.
+This high-radiation area is in turn surrounded by a nearly concentric
+restricted area defined at its outer boundary by a barbed wire warning
+fence at a radius of ~1500 yards from the Reactor Building.
+
+The Laboratory Building, located at the periphery of the restricted
+area, houses the administrative and support personnel for the APRF.
+Access to APRF is controlled at this point.
+
+[Illustration: APRF Reactor Core Assembly]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+The Reactor
+
+
+The reactor, (APRFR), is designed for both self-limited,
+super-prompt-critical pulse operation and steady state operation. The
+maximum available pulse has a yield of ~2.1 × 10¹⁷ fissions, while
+steady state operation is limited to about 10 kilowatts by the reactor
+core cooling system and activation of the core.
+
+[Illustration: High Yield Prompt Pulse Shape]
+
+The APRFR is an advanced version of the Health Physics Research
+Reactor (HPRR) at Oak Ridge National Laboratory (ORNL), which has
+been operating since 1962. ORNL has played a key role in the design
+and testing of the APRFR. In pulse operation, the power level may
+rise on periods as short as 10 microseconds. Electro-mechanical scram
+systems are too slow to terminate such an excursion. Shutdown results
+from increased neutron leakage due to fuel expansion, resulting in
+a large prompt negative temperature coefficient of reactivity. This
+self-limiting feature depends almost entirely on the thermal expansion
+of the fuel alloy, and thus it is regarded as completely reliable and
+safe.
+
+Following a pulse, additional reactor shutdown capability is provided
+by a safety block which, when ejected from the core, reduces the
+reactivity to about 20 dollars below delayed-critical. At lower yield
+pulses, below about 6 × 10¹⁶ fissions, the safety block is ejected by
+the electro-mechanical scram system in about 0.1 seconds after a pulse.
+At higher yield pulses, the safety block is ejected in much shorter
+times due to thermo-mechanical shock forces which cause the safety
+block to bounce out. The large shutdown margin provided by the safety
+block is also the primary design device for preventing accidental
+criticalities during periods of reactor shutdown.
+
+The APRFR core is an unmoderated cylindrical assembly containing about
+125 kilograms of an alloy of uranium 235 containing 10% molybdenum. The
+actual core mass varies with the experiment. The core is cylindrical
+and consists of two concentric annuli: a fixed outer shell of stacked
+fuel discs bolted together with nine fuel bolts and Inconel nuts and
+a movable inner safety block, also of fuel alloy. The 1½-inch OD
+“glory hole” runs vertically through the center of the safety block.
+Key reactor data is summarized in Tables I and II. The APRFR has been
+operated during tests at ORNL at more than twice its design yield.
+
+
+
+
+Table I.
+
+APRFR Core Design Data
+
+
+    Core Diameter                         8.90 inches
+    Core Height[1]                         8.0 inches
+    Fuel Alloy                      90 wt % uranium -
+                                   10 wt % molybdenum
+    Uranium-235 Enrichment                     93.14%
+    Total Fuel Mass[2]                            125
+    Safety Block Mass                         15.7 kg
+    Safety Block Height                   8.06 inches
+    Safety Block Diameter                 4.00 inches
+    Glory Hole Diameter                   1.50 inches
+    Number of Control Rods                      Three
+    Core Cooling                           Forced Air
+    Number of Core Bolts                         Nine
+    Safety Block Reactivity Worth                ~$20
+    Pulse Rod Reactivity Worth                 ~$1.15
+    Core Environment During Pulse        Dry Nitrogen
+    Core Cooling                           Forced Air
+
+[1] This value varies with experimental environment of core.
+
+[2] This value varies with experimental environment of core.
+
+
+
+
+Table II.
+
+Typical APRFR Performance Levels
+
+
+    PULSE MODE
+    Routine Yield                     1.5 × 10¹⁷ fissions/pulse
+      Reactivity Insertion                                $1.10
+      Pulse Half-Width                                  48 μsec
+      Initial Prompt Period                             18 μsec
+      Maximum Fuel Temperature Rise                       400°C
+      Temperature Coefficient                     -0.3 cents/°C
+    Maximum Available Yield          ~2.1 × 10¹⁷ fissions/pulse
+    STEADY STATE MODE
+    Continuous Operation                                  ~1 kw
+    Intermittent Operation                               ~10 kw
+
+Steady state power levels are limited by effectiveness of core cooling
+system and core activation.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration: APRF Floor Plan]
+
+
+
+
+Exposure Locations and Performance Levels
+
+
+The highest fluence and dose rates are available in the 1½-inch glory
+hole. Since the reactor is supported from above by the transporter, the
+areas around and below the core are also available for experiments.
+
+The core can be positioned by remote control anywhere within the range
+of travel of the transporter. Vertical travel is limited to about 44
+feet above the Reactor Building floor level. Horizontal travel is
+limited by the range of the rails on which the transporter travels. Six
+pairs of rails extend radially from a turntable in the center of the
+Reactor Building. These rails terminate within the Reactor Building,
+except for one pair which extends 90 feet outside the building to an
+outdoor test site. Each pair of rails defines one experimental location
+where semi-permanent equipment and shielding can be set up without
+tying up the entire reactor operation.
+
+Fluence and flux data for three typical exposure locations are given in
+Table III. In the absence of reflecting material beyond 1 meter from
+core center (position P3), these values fall off essentially as
+
+     1
+    ——
+     R²
+
+where R is the distance to core center. Other performance data are
+summarized in Tables IV through VIII.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Table III.
+
+APRFR Fluence and Flux Data
+
+
+    -------------------------------------------------------------------
+                            Routine Pulse Yield     Maximum Pulse Yield
+                            1.5 × 10¹⁷ Fissions     2.1 × 10¹⁷ Fissions
+    -------------------------------------------------------------------
+    Fluence, n/cm²
+        P1[3]                   6.7 × 10¹⁴             9.3 × 10¹⁴
+        P2                      2.0 × 10¹⁴             2.8 × 10¹⁴
+        P3                      1.7 × 10¹²             2.4 × 10¹²
+    Flux Density, n/cm²/sec
+        P1                      1.4 × 10¹⁹             2.0 × 10¹⁹
+        P2                      4.3 × 10¹⁸             6.0 × 10¹⁸
+        P3                      3.7 × 10¹⁶             5.2 × 10¹⁶
+
+[3] P1: Center of Glory Hole; P2: Core Surface (11.3 cm from Core
+Center); P3: 1 meter from Core Center.
+
+
+
+
+Table IV.
+
+Nominal APRFR Leakage and U235 Fission Spectra[4]
+
+
+    --------------------------------------------------------
+    Energy             Average       APRFR    U235 Fission
+    Group    Energy    Energy       Spectrum      Spectrum
+    Number    Range      Eₙ         Fraction      Fraction
+      n       (Mev)    (Mev)          XₙΔEₙ          XₙΔEₙ
+    --------------------------------------------------------
+      1       3.0-∞     4.41          0.133         0.204
+      2       1.4-3.0   2.10          0.251         0.344
+      3       0.9-1.4   1.14          0.164         0.168
+      4       0.4-0.9   0.65          0.262         0.180
+      5       0.1-0.4   0.26          0.168         0.090
+      6       0-0.1     0.059         0.022         0.014
+                                      -------------------
+     SUM                              1.000         1.000
+                                      -------------------
+     Mean Energy (Mev)               ~1.55         ~1.8
+
+[4] These values are approximate and meant for qualitative comparison
+only.
+
+
+
+
+Table V.
+
+Fluence-to-Dose Conversion Factors for APRFR Leakage Neutrons
+
+
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+    Material                   Quantity                Conversion Factor
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+    Tissue                        Kerma    2.4 × 10⁻⁷      erg/gram
+                                                          -----------
+                                                          neutron/cm²
+
+    Tissue    Maximum Absorbed Dose For    3.5 × 10⁻⁹         rad
+                                                          -----------
+                                                          neutron/cm²
+
+             Normally Incident Neutrons
+    Silicon        Elastic Recoil Kerma    2.7 × 10⁻⁹      erg/gram
+                    (~Permanent Effect)                   -----------
+                                                          neutron/cm²
+
+    Silicon            Ionization Kerma    2.9 × 10⁻⁹      erg/gram
+                   (~Transient Effects)                   -----------
+                                                           neutron/cm²
+
+    Silicon               (Total) Kerma    5.6 × 10⁻⁹      erg/gram
+                                                          -----------
+                                                          neutron/cm²
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+Table VI.
+
+Kerma and Kerma Rate in Tissue for APRFR Exposure Conditions
+
+
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+                           Routine Pulse Yield      Maximum Pulse Yield
+                           1.5 × 10¹⁷ Fissions      2.1 × 10¹⁷ Fissions
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+    Kerma in Tissue
+      (ergs/gm)
+        P1[5]                   1.6 × 10⁸             2.2 × 10⁸
+        P2                      4.9 × 10⁷             6.8 × 10⁷
+        P3                      4.1 × 10⁵             5.7 × 10⁵
+
+    Kerma Rate in Tissue
+      (ergs/gm/sec)
+        P1                      3.5 × 10¹²            4.7 × 10¹²
+        P2                      1.1 × 10¹²            1.5 × 10¹²
+        P3                      8.8 × 10⁹             1.2 × 10¹⁰
+
+[5] P1: Center of Glory Hole; P2: Core Surface; P3: 1 Meter from Core
+Center.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Table VII.
+
+Kerma and Kerma Rate in Silicon for APRFR Exposure Conditions
+
+
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+                             Routine Pulse Yield    Maximum Pulse Yield
+                             1.5 × 10¹⁷ Fissions    2.1 × 10¹⁷ Fissions
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+    Total Kerma in Silicon,
+          ergs/gm[6]
+            P1[7]                2.7 × 10⁶              5.2 × 10⁶
+            P2                   1.1 × 10⁶              1.6 × 10⁶
+            P3                   9.5 × 10³             13.3 × 10³
+    Total Kerma Rate in
+      Silicon, (ergs/gm/sec)
+            P1                   5.8 × 10¹⁰            11.0 × 10¹⁰
+            P2                   2.4 × 10¹⁰             3.5 × 10¹⁰
+            P3                   2.0 × 10⁸              2.9 × 10⁸
+
+[6] Ionization and elastic recoil processes contribute roughly equal
+amounts to the total kerma.
+
+[7] P1: Center of Glory Hole; P2: Core Surface; P3: 1 Meter from Core
+Center.
+
+
+
+
+Table VIII.
+
+Neutron-to-Gamma Dose Ratios[8]
+
+
+    -----------------------------------------------------------------
+                           neutron rads tissue          n/cm²/sec
+                           -------------------      -----------------
+                            gamma rads tissue       gamma rads tissue
+    -----------------------------------------------------------------
+    Core Center (P1)                10                  2.7 × 10⁹
+    Core Surface (P2)               10                  2.7 × 10⁹
+    1 Meter from Core Center (P3)    9                  3.3 × 10⁹
+    10 Meters from Core Center       7                  2.5 × 10⁷
+
+[8] Representative data. Actual values influenced by core operating
+history.
+
+[Illustration: Cross Section of Reactor Building]
+
+
+
+
+APRF User Support Facilities
+
+
+APRF is designed and staffed to assist its users in all key areas
+relating to reactor utilization.
+
+=Physical Space= Several areas in the underground Control Building
+are available to experimenters. These include the trailer tunnel with
+room for two full-sized trailers, the data acquisition room, and the
+instrument shop. All of these areas are provided with conduits so that
+cables can be run directly to them from the Reactor Building. In the
+trailer tunnel the minimum cable length required to run to the core
+surface is about 30 feet.
+
+The exposure areas in the Reactor Building and the outdoor test site
+are equipped with conduits for communication and instrumentation cables.
+
+Available areas in the Laboratory Building include a high-bay set
+up area, a machine shop, laboratory space, fume hood with remote
+manipulator, photography laboratory, and offices.
+
+=Data Acquisition and Processing= The basic element here is the
+APRF Data Acquisition System described in Table IX. Various other
+instrumentation is available as summarized in Table IX. Data processing
+is available at the ARDC computer center and with on-line equipment at
+APRF.
+
+=Dosimetry= Routine dosimetry is performed by APRF personnel.
+Methods available include fluence and spectrum measurements using
+foil techniques, glass rod microdosimetry, thermoluminescence, and
+diverse active dosimeters. Foils are analyzed using the APRF Automatic
+Dosimetry System and data are available within a short time following
+exposure.
+
+Measurements are supplemented by analytical methods including one
+and two dimensional transport theory, Monte Carlo, and special foil
+analysis codes.
+
+=Staff= The APRF staff is available to guide, plan and set up
+experiments at the reactor, perform dosimetry, and assist in data
+acquisition. APRF participation is determined on a case-by-case basis.
+
+=Health Physics= Health physics survey, monitoring, decontamination
+and related services are available in conjunction with the BRL Health
+Physics Division.
+
+
+
+
+Table IX.
+
+APRF User Support Equipment
+
+
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+    =Transient Data Recording System=
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+    TAPE RECORDERS:     _Three each—14 track Honeywell Model 7600_
+
+    FREQUENCY:          _DC to 80 kHz FM, 400 Hz to 700 kHz Direct_
+
+    SIGNAL              _Universal Strain gauge and thermocouple with_
+     CONDITIONING:      _100 KC DC amplifiers_
+
+    TIME CODE:          _IRIG A, 1 millisecond resolution_
+
+    PATCH PANELS:      _Coaxial and triaxial connectors for all inputs_
+                       _and outputs, insulated shields._
+
+    AUTO CALIBRATION:   _50 channel, 3 step_
+
+    CHANNEL ID:         _Automatic ID in binary code_
+
+    PLAYBACK:           _12” oscillograph_
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+    =Dosimetry=
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+    Basic Foil Calibration System
+
+    5000 Curie Co-60 source
+
+    Automated Sulfur, Fission Foil and Gamma Well Counting System,
+    100 Samples each per cycle
+
+    Eight channel active dosimeter system with digital read out and
+    computer analysis of neutron fluence and energy
+
+    Toshiba Glass Rod and Harshaw TLD Gamma System
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+    =Computer=
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+    16 bit/16K memory with foreground/background operation. Automatic
+    acquisition and reduction of foil counting data on-line. On-line
+    monitoring of reactor power pulse with analysis of peak, half-width
+    and yield. On-line monitoring of active dosimeters with data
+    reduction. Real time/Fortran IV.
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+    =General Equipment=
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+    3300 Nuclear Data Multiparameter Analyzer, 4096 channel with
+    magnetic tape; RIDL 400 Channel Pulse Height Analyzer.
+
+    Oscilloscopes, cameras, electronic calibration equipment.
+
+    Hood areas with manipulators, photographic laboratory, radiation
+    monitoring equipment and services, machine shop.
+    --------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Instructions To Potential Users
+
+
+It is imperative to realize that there are stringent safety
+requirements connected with the use of the APRFR. All experiments will
+follow a written test plan approved at APRF. In order to perform an
+experiment with maximum usefulness and efficiency, it is essential
+that APRF be contacted during the early planning stages of a potential
+experiment. Failure to do this may result in erroneous experiment
+planning as regards safety and use of exposure space resulting in
+schedule delays, and possibly cancellation or drastic revision of the
+experiment.
+
+_For further information contact_:
+
+    Commanding Officer
+    U.S. Army Ballistic Research Laboratories
+    ATTN: AMXRD-BTD, Facility Coordinator
+    Aberdeen Proving Ground, Maryland 21005
+
+
+
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+
+
+                          THE SONS OF JAPHETH
+
+                           By RICHARD WILSON
+
+                         Illustrated by ENGLE
+
+             _His duty was clear and simple: strafe Noah's
+              ark and kill every human on it. The tricky
+               part was making sure the animals lived!_
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                       Infinity, December 1956.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Pilot Officer Roy Vanjan happened to be spaceborne when the Earth
+exploded. In that way he escaped the annihilation along with one other
+man, revered old Dr. Garfield Gar, who was in the space station.
+
+Roy had backed well off in preparation for a mach ten dive on Kabul,
+which the enemy had lately taken over. He had one small omnibomb left
+in his racks and Kabul had seemed to be about the right size. But then
+the destruction of Earth changed his plans.
+
+He watched, expressionless, as the planet exploded. He shrugged. There
+was nothing to do now but go see Dr. Gar.
+
+Roy's foescope clamored insistently and he tensed, thinking a
+spaceborne enemy was on him, but it was only a piece of exploding Earth
+stumbling by.
+
+Dr. Gar was alone in the space station because all able-bodied men had
+been called to fight World War V. The governments of Earth, in a rare
+moment of conscience during the Short Truce, had agreed that Dr. Gar,
+as the embodiment of all Earthly knowledge, should be protected from
+harm.
+
+Pilot Officer Roy Vanjan didn't receive as warm a reception from old
+Dr. Gar as he might have, considering that they were the only two
+people left. The old man was combing his white beard with his fingers
+and didn't offer to shake hands.
+
+"Well," said Roy as he defused his bomb and secured his single-seater
+in the spacelock, "I guess it's all over."
+
+"Scarcely a historic statement," Dr. Gar said, "but it describes the
+situation."
+
+"If you don't have anything for me to do I'd just as soon have a drink.
+They usually let me have a stiff one after I complete a mission."
+
+Dr. Gar examined the hard young pilot from under shaggy white eyebrows.
+"I do have another mission for you but you can have a drink first.
+Peach brandy is all that's left."
+
+"That'll be fine," Roy said. "I was never particular."
+
+"Then you're my man," Dr. Gar said, giving him a deep look, "because I
+want you to go back in time and destroy humanity."
+
+"Whatever you say." Roy's training showed. "But if I may comment,
+wouldn't that be superfluous? Except for you and me the human race is
+finished. We've achieved our objective." He spoke without irony.
+
+"Never _my_ objective."
+
+"I'm not a scholar and I mean no offense," Roy said, "but I believe it
+was the co-ordinated spatial theory you announced back in '06 that made
+it possible."
+
+"Misapplication," Dr. Gar said wearily, not wanting to go into it
+further for such an audience. Though, he thought, he'd never have
+another. "Come into my study and have your brandy."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"I still don't understand," Roy said later. He reached tentatively for
+the bottle. When the old man made no objection he poured a second stiff
+one.
+
+"You want me to go back in time and wipe out all human life," Roy said.
+"I assume you'll tell me when and where. All right. That would destroy
+our ancestors and so we'd cease to exist, too. Wouldn't it be simpler
+to kill ourselves now? That is, if you see no point to our further
+existence."
+
+Old Dr. Gar watched the other remnant of Earthly life twirl the brandy
+in the goblet. He looked at the viewscreen. It showed a panorama of
+rock dust and steam where Earth had been.
+
+"You forget that we have annihilated everything," Dr. Gar said, gazing
+pensively at the screen. "Mankind, the animals, plant life and the tiny
+things that creep the earth or swim the waters. Your mission will be
+more selective."
+
+"Selective? How?"
+
+"You'll destroy man, but the rest will live. They may evolve into
+something better."
+
+"If you say so, Doctor." Roy's devotion to duty was a well-worn path.
+"Assuming you have the machine and I can operate it."
+
+"The machine is merely an attachment. It will plug into the instrument
+panel of your spacecraft. It operates automatically."
+
+"Good enough. You always were a whiz at these things. How far back do I
+go? And who do I kill?"
+
+"I want you to strafe the Ark, exercising care not to hurt any of the
+animals," said old Dr. Garfield Gar.
+
+"Noah's Ark?" Pilot Officer Roy Vanjan asked. "You mean during the
+Flood?"
+
+"Yes, I've computed it exactly. You won't have to worry about getting
+there at the wrong time."
+
+"You mean after the forty days' rain, so I'll have good visibility.
+Good-o." He agreed readily and he'd do as the doctor said, of course,
+but he permitted a trace of skepticism in his inflection and a
+searching look into his goblet.
+
+"No, not the fortieth day," Dr. Gar said, "but in what we are told was
+the six hundred and first year, in the first month, the first day of
+the month. The animals need dry land. I have it all figured out."
+
+"I hope so. I mean I'm sure you have. You're the doctor, of course, but
+wasn't there some doubt about the accuracy of the old Book? I didn't
+know you were a fundamentalist."
+
+"Am I not the repository of all human knowledge?" Dr. Gar asked. He was
+not a bit angry with Roy Vanjan. "Am I not the last best hope? Has not
+all else failed us?"
+
+"Well, sure--"
+
+"Did not the Noahic Covenant, under which human government was
+established, fail? Has not Japhetic science been our undoing?"
+
+Roy looked lost. "I'm no scholar, Doctor."
+
+"Agreed. But perhaps you'll grant that I am?" He looked with supreme
+calm at the young pilot. "I'm your new intelligence officer and you're
+merely my striking arm. Help yourself to another brandy, son."
+
+"Maybe I'd better not. I don't want to goof the mission."
+
+"There's time. You'll want some sleep first."
+
+"All right. I suppose I'll need a steady hand to murder Noah and the
+rest."
+
+"And Shem, and Ham, and Japheth, and Noah's wife," said Dr. Gar, "and
+the three wives of his sons with them, as it was written. Especially
+Japheth. But not the animals, remember."
+
+"I understand that. If you think the Ten Commandments don't apply.
+Whichever one of them it was."
+
+"They were an element of the Mosaic Covenant. It, too, failed. Perhaps
+the Garic Covenant, if I may be so vain, will endure."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The waters covered the Earth.
+
+A moment ago, before he activated the attachment, Pilot Officer Roy
+Vanjan's spacecraft had been plunging towards the vortex of a ragged
+ball of dust and vapor, the destroyed Earth of World War V. Now, in the
+Adamic Year 601 (or was it the Edenic?--he couldn't remember, though
+Dr. Gar had let him study the Book), the waters stretched everywhere.
+Ahead the sun glinted in reflection from something rising above the
+surface. Ararat?
+
+He made out the twin peaks. He throttled back to scarcely more than
+mach one and flew over them, high. His second pass took him back along
+his own vapor trail. This time he spotted the tiny surface craft making
+for the solitary bit of land. He had to hand it to Dr. Gar. The old
+boy's space-time grid had hit it right on the button.
+
+Roy was too high to distinguish details but he imagined that Noah and
+his family would be on deck, full of the wonder of Mount Ararat rising,
+as promised, from the sea.
+
+But there was another wonder--the vapor trails that stretched for miles
+across the upper air. Did they, down there on the Ark, think them a
+sign of the Lord? Roy smiled ironically. They were a sign of the lord
+Gar and of his servant, Pilot Officer Vanjan, come to blast them into
+eternity and change the future, to give the animals a chance.
+
+Who would chronicle his role as the re-arranging angel, the unheavenly
+host about to gather up in violence the drifting souls below? Who,
+he wondered. Some simian scribe? Some unborn elephant prophet? An
+insectate scholar destined to evolve from among the creeping things
+that would inherit the Earth?
+
+Or perhaps the written word would die unborn under the fiery hail of
+his guns.
+
+No matter. These questions and more had been anticipated by Dr. Gar.
+Soon now, at the end of Roy's strafing run, it would be up to History
+to begin assembling the answers.
+
+He slowed to mach minus and sent out wings. He would have to dip close
+to see if the entire Ark's complement was on deck. The job had to be
+done right or Earth was kaput. Nothing personal, Noah, old boy.
+
+There they were, on the starboard side of the top deck, well out from
+under the pitch of the roof, craning their necks for a look at this
+miracle in the sky where they had expected to see only a returning dove.
+
+"Behold!" Roy cried out. "I bring you tidings! But not the tidings of
+the dove. I am your lost raven returned--the raven of death! My tidings
+are of the new future which your descendants will not know and so will
+not doom."
+
+The frightened upturned faces were far behind and he was talking to
+himself.
+
+"Hear me, Noah, for I am come to destroy you, and with you your seeds
+of self-destruction. These are the tidings I bring from the future that
+has ceased to exist because you existed--the future that will exist
+once more when you cease to."
+
+He heeled the spacecraft over and back. No more speeches, he told
+himself, though he had studied the Book in fascination. He was a
+killer, not a philosopher.
+
+He would have to make his strafing run low. If he dived on the target
+his bullets would go into the holds and kill the animals. He roared at
+the Ark a few feet above the waves.
+
+They were all together in a clump, the eight of them.
+
+Farewell, Noah! he thought as his thumbs pressed on the death-dealing
+button. Farewell, Noah and Noah's wife!
+
+Farewell, Ham, and Ham's wife and unborn sons--farewell, Canaan, and
+Cush, and Mizraim, and Phut!
+
+Farewell, Shem! And unborn Elam, and Asshur, and Arphaxad, and Lud, and
+Aram!
+
+And farewell, Japheth, father of sons of science! Farewell, Gomer, and
+Magog, and Madai, and Javan, and Tubal, and Meshech, and Tiras!
+
+Farewell, all tribes. Make way for the animal kingdom in the Garic
+Covenant.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He had made three passes and now he zoomed into the sky. He had
+destroyed humanity and changed the future.
+
+Or had he? He'd be dead, too, if he had, gone like the snap of a finger
+with the last gasp from the Ark. He had killed his ancestors. He had
+killed everybody's ancestors, but _he_ existed still. Where was the
+paradox that Dr. Gar had overlooked?
+
+The Ark had drifted closer to the shore. He circled it and counted the
+lifeless bodies lying in red stains on the gopher wood of the deck.
+Eight.
+
+Then he noticed the change. The backs of his hands were hairier. His
+shoes were binding him. When he kicked them off his agile toes curled
+comfortably around the control pedals. He had a glimpse of a hairy,
+flat-nosed face reflected in the instrument panel. It laughed and the
+sound came out a simian yap.
+
+But for all that he was still a sentient being. His control of the
+spacecraft was as expert as before.
+
+It hadn't worked.
+
+_Do you hear, Dr. Gar?_ he thought. _It's a flop. I goofed the mission.
+We're all dead, no matter what._
+
+_I give you a new commandment, man who would be God: Thou shalt not
+tamper with time._
+
+He had changed the future and in the future he himself had been
+changed, but not enough. Somewhere below in the hold of the Ark were
+his ancestors who had evolved along a new path in the new future. The
+evolution had been slower, perhaps, but it had been as sure, external
+appearances notwithstanding. Somewhere in the far new future, he was
+sure, there was a simian Dr. Gar looking down in solitude on the
+remains of Earth.
+
+The Ark had touched the land. The animals--his fellow creatures--were
+beginning to go forth, two by two, onto the shore of Ararat.
+
+His foescope set up a clamor. There in the sky was a new thing,
+a spacecraft like his, yet unlike it. It looked deadlier, more
+purposeful. Ignoring him, it was diving out of the unknowable future
+to destroy its own past.
+
+He watched in professional admiration as his fellow pilot screamed
+unerringly for the Ark in sacrificial completion of the mission he
+himself had failed to accomplish. Death to the animals, too--from an
+animal pilot.
+
+He knew then that Earth would not die. It might circle lifeless for
+eons, waiting to welcome the foot--or paw, or tentacle--of others from
+outside. But it would be there, intact and serene.
+
+Even as the mountain-shattering explosion came and he himself ceased to
+exist, he knew.
+
+
+
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+
+
+Transcriber’s Notes:
+
+
+Italic text is enclosed in _underscores_. Boldface is enclosed in
+=equals signs.=
+
+The Table of Contents for this picture book is its “_Explanation of
+Views Illustrated_”.
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: _MOUNT SHASTA FROM RESERVOIR LAKE._]
+
+THE SHASTA ROUTE
+
+ALONG the
+
+SOUTHERN PACIFIC--THE ROAD of a THOUSAND WONDERS
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+                                  THE
+                              SHASTA ROUTE
+
+                        →IN ALL OF ITS GRANDEUR←
+
+                          A SCENIC GUIDE BOOK
+
+          From San Francisco, California, to Portland, Oregon
+
+                   On the Road of a Thousand Wonders
+
+
+The illustrations shown in the following pages are all made expressly
+for this book from photographs taken by special artists of the most
+striking objects of interest, which abound to a remarkable extent along
+the Southern Pacific Railroad, between San Francisco and Portland.
+Great care was taken to select only such views as every traveler
+actually sees along the line, so that the book truly forms a panorama
+of scenic wonders which is unrolled every day before the eyes of
+those who make this trip. Everyone desires to secure souvenirs of the
+journey, and, knowing this, we have endeavored to make this volume
+such a record of facts, and such a collection of beautiful, accurate
+and attractive views, that it will be recognized by all as the most
+appropriate and interesting souvenir of the journey. =For sale only en
+route on the trains on the Shasta Route.=
+
+
+                          EXCLUSIVE EDITION.
+
+Copyrighted by Curt Teich & Co., Chicago.
+
+                             Price $1.50
+]
+
+
+
+
+    The charm of a trip along the Shasta Route of the Southern
+    Pacific, often termed “The Road of a Thousand Wonders,” is
+    recognized by the traveled world. It offers a succession of
+    grandeur and scenic beauty unexcelled by any railroad trip
+    in America.
+
+
+_EXPLANATION OF VIEWS ILLUSTRATED_
+
+
+MOUNT SHASTA FROM RESERVOIR LAKE (COVER)
+
+This is one of the most famous views of this imperial mountain peak.
+
+
+THE FERRY BUILDING
+
+From the Ferry Building, at the foot of Market Street, the ferry boats
+of the Southern Pacific take the traveler across San Francisco Bay
+to Oakland Pier. The Ferry Building, erected in 1896 at a cost of
+$1,000,000, is the water gate of San Francisco, where rail and tide
+meet. There is scarcely a minute in the day when there is not a ferry
+either arriving at or departing from some one of the ferry slips.
+
+
+VIEW OF SAN FRANCISCO, SHOWING THE HARBOR, OAKLAND, AND MOUNT DIABLO IN
+THE DISTANCE
+
+San Francisco, the starting point of this journey, is the largest and
+best known of the cities on the Pacific Coast. This bird’s eye view of
+lower San Francisco, the Ferry Building and San Francisco Bay, shows
+the splendid body of water facing the city. This Bay is seventy miles
+long and from three to ten miles wide, and has an area of four hundred
+and fifty square miles. Vessels of all descriptions, and from all
+parts of the globe, populate San Francisco harbor, which is the pride
+and marvel of all navigators. Yerba Buena Island is seen on the left,
+++the trans-bay cities of Oakland, Berkeley and Alameda, and ferryboat
+landings in the middle distance, while in the distance is seen Mount
+Diablo.
+
+
+OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA
+
+Oakland, the third largest city in California is but eighteen minutes
+from San Francisco via the Southern Pacific’s fine transbay steamers.
+
+With its fine harbor facilities, Oakland is rapidly growing as a
+commercial center, carrying on an extensive coastwise and foreign
+trade. Its position on the east side of the bay, makes it a great
+railroad terminal for all lines from the north, south and east.
+
+As a community of homes, Oakland has a well deserved fame, for its
+setting is picturesque and the climate nears perfection.
+
+Oakland has many attractive parks and public playgrounds. Lake Merritt,
+near the Civic Center is a natural water-park, and state game reserve,
+where thousands of wild ducks make their winter home, an unusual sight,
+indeed. Boating may be enjoyed every day in the year.
+
+Oakland’s City Hall, with its massive tower, is the tallest building in
+California, its height being 377 feet.
+
+
+FERRY BOAT “CONTRA COSTA”
+
+This ferry carries Southern Pacific trains and passengers between
+Port Costa and Benicia, crossing the Carquinez Straits. The distance
+is about a mile and requires about twenty minutes. The ferry was
+constructed as a sister ship to the ferry “Solano” and is the largest
+ferry in the world. It is 433 feet long, cost $450,000, and has a
+capacity of 36 cars and two engines.
+
+
+LASSEN PEAK, LASSEN VOLCANIC NATIONAL PARK
+
+Lassen Peak, California, is the latest scene of volcanic activity on
+the Pacific Coast, adding another point of interest along “The Road of
+a Thousand Wonders.” Lassen Peak with its elevation of 10,577 feet, can
+be seen from the car windows of the “Shasta Route” trains, and can be
+visited from Red Bluff or Redding by automobile.
+
+
+SACRAMENTO RIVER AND MT. SHASTA FROM CASTELLA
+
+This is one of the finest views in the canyon, with the mighty form of
+Mt. Shasta in the background. The great white cap extends 14,444 feet
+above the sea. The foothill counties tributary to this valley are rich
+in gold and other minerals, while the rich soil of the entire valley
+is adapted to raising of a most diverse variety of crops. The upper
+canyon of the Sacramento River constantly presents to the traveler an
+ever-changing scene of astounding splendor.
+
+
+CASTLE CRAGS IN SACRAMENTO CANYON
+
+Castle Crags, in the Sacramento Canyon, are great granite rocks, rising
+close beside the track, to a height of 4,000 feet. Their vertical
+strata splintered into a hundred parapets, makes this a scene never to
+be forgotten. Beyond the Crags is Castle Lake at an elevation of 7,245
+feet, and from this point appears the rounded summit of Mt. Shasta,
+silver against the turquoise sky; a watch tower of the world, gazing
+ever toward the eternal.
+
+
+MOSSBRAE FALLS AT SHASTA SPRINGS
+
+Here one of the enormous streams which have their origin in the melting
+snows of Mt. Shasta, divides itself into a myriad of little waterways
+before reaching the top of a wooded semi-circular cliff, from which
+point it tumbles into the Sacramento River, a hundred feet below,
+forming Mossbrae Falls, as they appear like a thousand springs born
+under the rocky ground.
+
+
+SHASTA SPRINGS, CALIFORNIA
+
+Shasta Springs, near the base of Mount Shasta, is one of the best-known
+all-the-year-around resorts in the world. Here the train stops long
+enough for a drink of the famous sparkling Shasta water, real soda
+water. This resort is noted for its scenic beauty and its health-giving
+water.
+
+
+CANTARA LOOP, 18TH CROSSING, SACRAMENTO RIVER, CALIFORNIA
+
+The train spends five hours crossing and recrossing the Sacramento
+River. This loop was devised to get out of the canyon and up on the
+plateau where stands Mt. Shasta, with its snowy summit, as seen from
+the car windows; nothing could be a more glorious tribute to the
+marvelous skill of the modern railroad engineer, than the obstacles met
+with and overcome in building a railroad through this rugged country.
+
+
+SISSON, AT THE BASE OF MOUNT SHASTA
+
+At this point the traveler finds himself at the base of the mountain,
+and if he desires, can arrange a genuine Alpine mountain climbing trip.
+The town stands at the base of the mountain and a road runs to the edge
+of the timber line, which has made possible an ascent of the mountain
+in a single day. The wonderful view from the summit, 14,444 feet above
+the sea, is bounded only by the curvature of the world’s disc, and
+there is not a finer view to be had anywhere.
+
+
+PANORAMA OF MT. SHASTA AND BLACK BUTTE
+
+There are numerous volcanic cones scattered throughout this part of
+California. One of the best-known is Black Butte, also called Muirs
+Peak. Its cone is almost perpendicular to a height of almost 6,000
+feet, close to the base of Mt. Shasta--black, bare and desolate, an
+extinct volcano, with half a dozen craters in plain view. Mt. Shasta
+is an extinct volcano, one of the highest peaks on the North American
+Continent. Its snows and glaciers feed hundreds of streams which thread
+the wild region in every direction. These wild regions are a paradise
+for the sportsman and lover of nature. Grizzly, black and cinnamon bear
+abound, elk, deer and mountain sheep are plenty, as well as a great
+variety of smaller game. The streams are alive with trout.
+
+
+MOUNT SHASTA FROM EDGEWOOD
+
+Here is one of the favorite view points of this great snow-capped
+mountain and where the majestic grandeur of the mountain is most
+apparent. Edgewood, as the name suggests, is literally the edge of the
+forest. From this point to the summit of the Siskiyous there is very
+little timber.
+
+
+MT. McLOUGHLIN FROM UPPER KLAMATH LAKE
+
+The Klamath Country has no superior as a pleasure realm for the
+sportsman and camper, and of unusual interest to tourists. Much of this
+region is still a wilderness, full of the charm of mountain and forest.
+Its marches are breeding grounds for wild fowl; its clear streams and
+broad lakes are full of lusty, hard-fighting trout, and in its forests
+roam deer, bear and cougars. Mount McLoughlin, the highest peak in
+southern Oregon, is 9,760 feet above sea level.
+
+
+WIZARD ISLAND, CRATER LAKE NATIONAL PARK
+
+Crater Lake lies in the heart of the Cascade Range, in southern Oregon,
+its surface 6,177 feet above sea level. As its name suggests, it is the
+crater of an extinct volcano. Crater Lake has been sounded to a depth
+of 1,996 feet and declared by scientists to be the deepest inland body
+of water in the world. Rising almost sheer from the water’s edge, the
+rim of the lava cliffs attain at places a height of 2,000 feet. From
+Crater Lake Lodge, on the rim of the lake, the opposite shore is six
+miles away. Wizard Island is a perfectly preserved cinder cone rising
+nearly 1,000 feet above the lake. You may climb the slaggy timbered
+cone of Wizard Island and descend one hundred feet into its crater
+which is five hundred feet across.
+
+
+LOOP TUNNELS 14 AND 15 IN SISKIYOU MOUNTAINS
+
+This picture represents one of the difficulties of railroads through
+this rugged mountain range and shows elevation is overcome by the
+use of tunnels. A tunnel is cut through the rocks; a circuit is made
+leading back to the same point at a higher elevation and another tunnel
+is cut directly over the first one. The traveler will find this a most
+interesting view as the train winds its way through these mountains.
+
+
+GOLD RAY DAM, SHOWING TABLE MOUNTAIN AND ROGUE RIVER
+
+Table Rock is familiar in Indian history as the place where Captain
+Jack of the Modoc Indians made his last stand; was captured and hung
+at Old Fort Klamath, ending the historical Modoc war. Snow-capped Mt.
+Pitt, rising to an altitude of 9,760 feet, is visible from this point.
+
+
+HELL GATE, ROGUE RIVER
+
+This picture shows the character of the upper stretches of this
+splendid trout stream. Anglers cross the continent for the joys of
+fishing this stream. The line of the Shasta Route from Medford to
+Crater Lake follows this canyon and affords many beautiful views.
+
+
+COW CREEK CANYON
+
+Despite its unromantic title, this canyon has few rivals in the
+attractiveness of its scenery. For a long way, the tracks run parallel
+to the stream, which races in rapid rivalry with the train. Its rugged
+walls on every hand form grotesque outlines, suggesting weird figures
+to the imagination of a nature-loving mind.
+
+
+THE WILLIAMETTE RIVER, OREGON
+
+The Southern Pacific “Shasta Route” follows for 150 miles, the
+beautiful Williamette River, and from the car windows, may be glimpsed
+views of its wooded banks, its gleaming reaches and winding course that
+will delight the beholder. The Williamette Valley through which it
+flows is the principal valley of Western Oregon.
+
+
+MOUNT HOOD FROM LOST LAKE
+
+This mountain is often spoken of as the “Pride of Oregon.” Its
+uppermost peak reaches an altitude of 11,225 feet and is plainly
+visible from many points on this part of “The Road of a Thousand
+Wonders.” While this grand mountain is easy to climb, the ascent is
+steep and the alpenstock and rope are used to aid one in his upward
+journey. On the top one finds a region of perpetual snow, but the view
+is indescribably grand. The trip to the summit is one of the most
+popular trips out of Portland.
+
+
+PORTLAND, OREGON. MOUNT HOOD IN DISTANCE
+
+Portland, often termed the “Rose City,” has many natural advantages
+and points of interest to the traveler. This popular name is derived
+from the city’s beautiful parks and homes, where roses are in abundance
+everywhere. A trip up the Columbia River from Portland will leave an
+impression on the traveler never to be forgotten. Mountain climbing and
+ocean bathing are popular sports that help to make Portland a favorite
+stopping point.
+
+
+[Illustration: (map)
+
+  SOUTHERN PACIFIC LINES
+  SUNSET, OGDEN AND SHASTA ROUTES
+  AND CONNECTIONS
+]
+
+[Illustration: FRONT VIEW OF FERRY BUILDING, SAN FRANCISCO, 125,000
+PERSONS PASS THROUGH ITS PORTALS DAILY.]
+
+[Illustration: SAN FRANCISCO AND BAY, OAKLAND, BERKELEY AND ALAMEDA IN
+DISTANCE]
+
+[Illustration: VISTA OF BEAUTIFUL LAKE MERRITT, OAKLAND]
+
+[Illustration: FERRY BOAT “CONTRA COSTA”]
+
+[Illustration: LASSEN PEAK--LASSEN VOLCANIC NATIONAL PARK]
+
+[Illustration: SACRAMENTO RIVER AND MT. SHASTA, FROM CASTELLA]
+
+[Illustration: CASTLE CRAGS IN SACRAMENTO CANYON]
+
+[Illustration: MOSSBRAE FALLS AT SHASTA SPRINGS]
+
+[Illustration: SHASTA SPRINGS]
+
+[Illustration: CANTARA LOOP, 18TH CROSSING, SACRAMENTO RIVER]
+
+[Illustration: SISSON AT THE BASE OF MOUNT SHASTA]
+
+[Illustration: PANORAMA OF MOUNT SHASTA AND BLACK BUTTE]
+
+[Illustration: MOUNT SHASTA FROM POINT NEAR EDGEWOOD]
+
+[Illustration: KLAMATH LAKE AND MT. McLOUGHLIN]
+
+[Illustration: WIZARD ISLAND, CRATER LAKE]
+
+[Illustration: LOOP TUNNELS 14 AND 15 IN SISKIYOU MOUNTAINS]
+
+[Illustration: GOLD RAY DAM, SHOWING TABLE MOUNTAIN AND ROGUE RIVER]
+
+[Illustration: HELL GATE, ROGUE RIVER]
+
+[Illustration: COW CREEK CANYON]
+
+[Illustration: WILLIAMETTE RIVER]
+
+[Illustration: MOUNT HOOD, FROM LOST LAKE]
+
+[Illustration: PORTLAND, OREGON, MOUNT HOOD IN DISTANCE]
+
+
+
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+
+THE NIGHT WIRE
+
+By H. F. Arnold
+
+
+“New York, September 30 CP FLASH
+
+“Ambassador Holliwell died here today. The end came suddenly as the
+ambassador was alone in his study....”
+
+There’s something ungodly about these night wire jobs. You sit up here
+on the top floor of a skyscraper and listen in to the whispers of a
+civilization. New York, London, Calcutta, Bombay, Singapore--they’re
+your next-door neighbors after the street lights go dim and the world
+has gone to sleep.
+
+Along in the quiet hours between 2 and 4, the receiving operators doze
+over their sounders and the news comes in. Fires and disasters and
+suicides. Murders, crowds, catastrophes. Sometimes an earthquake with
+a casualty list as long as your arm. The night wire man takes it down
+almost in his sleep, picking it off on his typewriter with one finger.
+
+Once in a long time you prick up your ears and listen. You’ve heard of
+someone you knew in Singapore, Halifax or Paris, long ago. Maybe
+they’ve been promoted, but more probably they’ve been murdered or
+drowned. Perhaps they just decided to quit and took some bizarre way
+out. Made it interesting enough to get in the news.
+
+But that doesn’t happen often. Most of the time you sit and doze and
+tap, tap on your typewriter and wish you were home in bed.
+
+Sometimes, though, queer things happen. One did the other night and I
+haven’t got over it yet. I wish I could.
+
+You see, I handle the night manager’s desk in a western seaport town;
+what the name is, doesn’t matter.
+
+There is, or rather was, only one night operator on my staff, a fellow
+named John Morgan, about forty years of age, I should say, and a
+sober, hard-working sort.
+
+He was one of the best operators I ever knew, what is known as a
+“double” man. That means he could handle two instruments at once and
+type the stories on different typewriters at the same time. He was one
+of the three men I ever knew who could do it consistently, hour after
+hour, and never make a mistake.
+
+Generally we used only one wire at night, but sometimes, when it was
+late and the news was coming fast, the Chicago and Denver stations
+would open a second wire and then Morgan would do his stuff. He was a
+wizard, a mechanical automatic wizard which functioned marvelously but
+was without imagination.
+
+On the night of the sixteenth he complained of feeling tired. It was
+the first and last time I had ever heard him say a word about himself,
+and I had known him for three years.
+
+It was at just 3 o’clock and we were running only one wire. I was
+nodding over reports at my desk and not paying much attention to him
+when he spoke.
+
+“Jim,” he said, “does it feel close in here to you?”
+
+“Why, no, John,” I answered, “but I’ll open a window if you like.”
+
+“Never mind,” he said. “I reckon I’m just a little tired.”
+
+That was all that was said and I went on working. Every ten minutes or
+so I would walk over and take a pile of copy that had stacked up
+neatly beside his typewriter as the messages were printed out in
+triplicate.
+
+It must have been twenty minutes after he spoke that I noticed he had
+opened up the other wire and was using both typewriters. I thought it
+was a little unusual, as there was nothing very “hot” coming in. On my
+next trip I picked up the copy from both machines and took it back to
+my desk to sort out the duplicates.
+
+The first wire was running out the usual sort of stuff and I just
+looked over it hurriedly. Then I turned to the second pile of copy. I
+remember it particularly because the story was from a town I had never
+heard of: “Xebico.” Here is the dispatch. I saved a duplicate of it
+from our files:
+
+    “Xebico Sept. 16 CP BULLETIN
+
+    “The heaviest mist in the history of the city settled over the
+    town at 4 o’clock yesterday afternoon. All traffic has stopped and
+    the mist hangs like a pall over everything. Lights of ordinary
+    intensity fail to pierce the fog, which is constantly growing
+    heavier.
+
+    “Scientists here are unable to agree as to the cause, and the
+    local weather bureau states that the like has never occurred
+    before in the history of the city.
+
+    “At 7 p. m. last night municipal authorities--(more)”
+
+That was all there was. Nothing out of the ordinary at a bureau
+headquarters, but, as I say, I noticed the story because of the name
+of the town.
+
+It must have been fifteen minutes later that I went over for another
+batch of copy. Morgan was slumped down in his chair and had switched
+his green electric light shade so that the gleam missed his eyes and
+hit only the top of the two typewriters.
+
+Only the usual stuff was in the right hand pile, but the left hand
+batch carried another story from “Xebico.” All press dispatches come
+in “takes,” meaning that parts of many different stories are strung
+along together, perhaps with but a few paragraphs of each coming
+through at a time. This second story was marked “add fog.” Here is the
+copy;
+
+    “At 7 p. m. the fog had increased noticeably. All lights were now
+    invisible and the town was shrouded in pitch darkness.
+
+    “As a peculiarity of the phenomenon, the fog is accompanied by a
+    sickly odor, comparable to nothing yet experienced here.”
+
+Below that in customary press fashion was the hour, 3:27, and the
+initials of the operator, JM.
+
+There was only one other story in the pile from the second wire. Here
+it is:
+
+    “2nd add Xebico Fog
+
+    “Accounts as to the origin of the mist differ greatly. Among the
+    most unusual is that of the sexton of the local church, who groped
+    his way to headquarters in a hysterical condition and declared
+    that the fog originated in the village churchyard.
+
+    “‘It was first visible in the shape of a soft gray blanket
+    clinging to the earth above the graves,’ he stated. ‘Then it began
+    to rise, higher and higher. A subterranean breeze seemed to blow
+    it in billows, which split up and then joined together again.
+
+    “‘Fog phantoms, writhing in anguish, twisted the mist into queer
+    forms and figures. And then--in the very thick midst of the
+    mass--something moved.
+
+    “‘I turned and ran from the accursed spot. Behind me I heard
+    screams coming from the houses bordering on the graveyard.’
+
+    “Although the sexton’s story is generally discredited, a party has
+    left to investigate. Immediately after telling his story, the
+    sexton collapsed and is now in a local hospital, unconscious.”
+
+Queer story, wasn’t it? Not that we aren’t used to it, for a lot of
+unusual stories come in over the wire. But for some reason or other,
+perhaps because it was so quiet that night, the report of the fog made
+a great impression on me.
+
+It was almost with dread that I went over to the waiting piles of
+copy. Morgan did not move and the only sound in the room was the
+tap-tap of the sounders. It was ominous, nerve-racking.
+
+There was another story from Xebico in the pile of copy. I seized on
+it anxiously.
+
+    “New Lead Xebico Fog CP
+
+    “The rescue party which went out at 11 p. m. to investigate a
+    weird story of the origin of a fog which, since late yesterday,
+    has shrouded the city in darkness, has failed to return. Another
+    and larger party has been dispatched.
+
+    “Meanwhile the fog has, if possible, grown heavier. It seeps
+    through the cracks in the doors and fills the atmosphere with a
+    terribly depressing odor of decay. It is oppressive, terrifying,
+    bearing with it a subtle impression of things long dead.
+
+    “Residents of the city have left their homes and gathered in the
+    local church, where the priests are holding services of prayer.
+    The scene is beyond description. Grown folk and children are alike
+    terrified and many are almost beside themselves with fear.
+
+    “Mid the wisps of vapor which partially veil the church
+    auditorium, an old priest is praying for the welfare of his flock.
+    The audience alternately wail and cross themselves.
+
+    “From the outskirts of the city may be heard cries of unknown
+    voices. They echo through the fog in queer uncadenced minor keys.
+    The sounds resemble nothing so much as wind whistling through a
+    gigantic tunnel. But the night is calm and there is no wind. The
+    second rescue party--(more)”
+
+I am a calm man and never in a dozen years spent with the wires have
+been known to become excited, but despite myself I rose from my chair
+and walked to the window.
+
+Could I be mistaken, or far down in the canyons of the city beneath me
+did I see a faint trace of fog? Pshaw! It was all imagination.
+
+In the pressroom the click of the sounders seemed to have raised the
+tempo of their tune. Morgan alone had not stirred from his chair. His
+head sunk between his shoulders, he tapped the dispatches out on the
+typewriters with one finger of each hand.
+
+He looked asleep. Maybe he was--but no, endlessly, efficiently, the two
+machines rattled off line after line, as relentless and effortless as
+death itself. There was something about the monotonous movement of the
+typewriter keys that fascinated me. I walked over and stood behind his
+chair reading over his shoulder the type as it came into being, word
+by word.
+
+Ah, here was another:
+
+    “Flash Xebico CP
+
+    “There will be no more bulletins from this office. The impossible
+    has happened. No messages have come into this room for twenty
+    minutes. We are cut off from the outside and even the streets
+    below us.
+
+    “I will stay with the wire until the end.
+
+    “It is the end, indeed. Since 4 p. m. yesterday the fog has hung
+    over the city. Following reports from the sexton of the local
+    church, two rescue parties were sent out to investigate conditions
+    on the outskirts of the city. Neither party has ever returned nor
+    was any word received from them. It is quite certain now that they
+    will never return.
+
+    “From my instrument I can gaze down on the city beneath me. From
+    the position of this room on the thirteenth floor, nearly the
+    entire city can be seen. Now I can see only a thick blanket of
+    blackness where customarily are lights and life.
+
+    “I fear greatly that the wailing cries heard constantly from the
+    outskirts of the city are the death cries of the inhabitants. They
+    are constantly increasing in volume and are approaching the center
+    of the city.
+
+    “The fog yet hangs over everything. If possible, it is even
+    heavier than before. But the conditions have changed. Instead of
+    an opaque, impenetrable wall of odorous vapor, now swirls and
+    writhes a shapeless mass in contortions of almost human agony. Now
+    and again the mass parts and I catch a brief glimpse of the
+    streets below.
+
+    “People are running to and fro, screaming in despair. A vast
+    bedlam of sound flies up to my window, and above all is the
+    immense whistling of unseen and unfelt winds.
+
+    “The fog has again swept over the city and the whistling is coming
+    closer and closer.
+
+    “It is now directly beneath me.
+
+    “God! An instant ago the mist opened and I caught a glimpse of the
+    streets below.
+
+    “The fog is not simply vapor--it lives. By the side of each
+    moaning and weeping human is a companion figure, an aura of
+    strange and varicolored hues. How the shapes cling! Each to a
+    living thing!
+
+    “The men and women are down. Flat on their faces. The fog figures
+    caress them lovingly. They are kneeling beside them. They are--but
+    I dare not tell it.
+
+    “The prone and writhing bodies have been stripped of their
+    clothing. They are being consumed--piecemeal.
+
+    “A merciful wall of hot, steamy vapor has swept over the whole
+    scene. I can see no more.
+
+    “Beneath me the wall of vapor is changing colors. It seems to be
+    lighted by internal fires. No, it isn’t. I have made a mistake.
+    The colors are from above, reflections from the sky.
+
+    “Look up! Look up! The whole sky is in flames. Colors as yet
+    unseen by man or demon. The flames are moving, they have started
+    to intermix, the colors rearrange themselves. They are so
+    brilliant that my eyes burn, yet they are a long way off.
+
+    “Now they have begun to swirl, to circle in and out, twisting in
+    intricate designs and patterns. The lights are racing each with
+    each, a kaleidoscope of unearthly brilliance.
+
+    “I have made a discovery. There is nothing harmful in the lights.
+    They radiate force and friendliness, almost cheeriness. But by
+    their very strength, they hurt.
+
+    “As I look they are swinging closer and closer, a million miles at
+    each jump. Millions of miles with the speed of light. Aye, it is
+    light, the quintessence of all light. Beneath it the fog melts
+    into a jeweled mist, radiant, rainbow-colored of a thousand varied
+    spectrums.
+
+    “I can see the streets. Why, they are filled with people! The
+    lights are coming closer. They are all around me. I am enveloped.
+    I----”
+
+The message stopped abruptly. The wire to Xebico was dead. Beneath my
+eyes in the narrow circle of light from under the green lampshade, the
+black printing no longer spun itself, letter by letter, across the
+page.
+
+The room seemed filled with a solemn quiet, a silence vaguely
+impressive. Powerful.
+
+I looked down at Morgan. His hands had dropped nervelessly at his
+sides while his body had hunched over peculiarly. I turned the
+lampshade back, throwing the light squarely in his face. His eyes were
+staring, fixed. Filled with a sudden foreboding, I stepped beside him
+and called Chicago on the wire. After a second the sounder clicked its
+answer.
+
+Why? But there was something wrong. Chicago was reporting that Wire
+Two had not been used throughout the evening.
+
+“Morgan!” I shouted. “Morgan! Wake up, it isn’t true. Someone has been
+hoaxing us. Why----” In my eagerness I grasped him by the shoulder. It
+was only then that I understood.
+
+The body was quite cold. Morgan had been dead for hours. Could it be
+that his sensitized brain and automatic fingers had continued to
+record impressions even after the end?
+
+I shall never know, for I shall never again handle the night shift.
+Search in a world atlas discloses no town of Xebico. Whatever it was
+that killed John Morgan will forever remain a mystery.
+
+[Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the September 1926 issue
+of Weird Tales.]
+
+
+
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+
+
+_Also by Inez Hogan_
+
+
+  NAPPY CHOOSES A PET
+  NAPPY PLANTED A GARDEN
+  NAPPY WANTED A DOG
+  THE RACCOON TWINS
+  THE KANGAROO TWINS
+  THE MONKEY TWINS
+  THE ELEPHANT TWINS
+  THE BEAR TWINS
+  TWIN DEER
+  TWIN KIDS
+  TWIN SEALS
+  NICODEMUS AND THE NEW SHOES
+  NICODEMUS AND HIS GRAN’ PAPPY
+  NICODEMUS AND THE GANG
+  NICODEMUS AND THE GOOSE
+  NICODEMUS AND THE HOUN’ DOG
+  NICODEMUS LAUGHS
+  NICODEMUS HELPS UNCLE SAM
+  NICODEMUS AND THE LITTLE BLACK PIG
+  NICODEMUS AND HIS LITTLE SISTER
+  NICODEMUS AND THE NEW BORN BABY
+  NICODEMUS AND PETUNIA
+  NICODEMUS RUNS AWAY
+
+
+
+
+  NAPPY
+  HAS A NEW FRIEND
+
+  BY INEZ HOGAN
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+  _New York_
+  _E. P. Dutton & Company, Inc._
+  _1947_
+
+
+
+
+  NAPPY HAS A NEW FRIEND
+
+  _Copyright 1947, by Inez Hogan_
+  _All Rights Reserved. Printed in the U. S. A._
+
+  FIRST EDITION
+
+
+
+
+  _For_
+  TOMMY CHANDLER
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+Nappy saw his friend the Trashman coming down the street.
+
+“Look!” called Nappy, “I have a new airplane--I have lots of airplanes.”
+
+“Are you collecting airplanes?” asked the trashman.
+
+“What’s collecting?” asked Nappy.
+
+“That’s what I’m doing,” said the trashman. “I’m collecting trash.”
+
+“You have a wagon load,” said Nappy. “Are you going to the dump now?
+I’ve been waiting for you to come along. Mother said I could ride with
+you if you’ll let me. Will you?”
+
+“Sure,” said the trashman. “Climb up.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“Mut wants to go, too.”
+
+“Let him come,” said the trashman. “That’s where you and I found that
+dog, at the town dump, remember?”
+
+“Yes sir,” said Nappy, “I wanted a dog and you helped me find one. He’s
+a good dog, too. And he likes to go to the dump.”
+
+“Well, here we are,” said the trashman.
+
+Nappy climbed down off the wagon and started looking around while the
+trashman was dumping the trash. And he saw a boy who was doing the same
+thing--looking around.
+
+“Hello,” said Nappy. “Have you found anything?”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“I found a brown jug,” said the boy. “It’s cracked, but I can keep
+things in it.”
+
+“I found a tin box,” said Nappy. “It’s dented, but I can collect things
+in it.”
+
+“What’s your name?”
+
+“Tommy,” said the boy.
+
+“Well, my name is Nappy. Let’s hunt for things together; it’s more fun
+that way.”
+
+“Look! there’s a wagon wheel,” said Tommy. “I saw it first so it’s
+mine.”
+
+“Finders keepers,” said Nappy. “I see a door knob and here’s a marble.
+I’m collecting marbles. I have lots of them.”
+
+“I bet I have more marbles than you have,” said Tommy.
+
+“I bet you don’t,” said Nappy.
+
+The boys kept on hunting together until....
+
+The trashman called, “Time to go back.”
+
+“Want to ride back?” asked Nappy.
+
+“Sure,” said Tommy.
+
+So Nappy asked the trashman if his new friend could ride.
+
+And the boys sat together on the back of the trash wagon.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“I’ll trade you my door knob for your wagon wheel,” said Nappy, as they
+bumped along.
+
+“Nothing doing,” said Tommy. “My big brother is building me a wagon and
+we need another wheel.”
+
+“Gee,” said Nappy, “I wish I had a big brother. I only have a big
+sister. I’ll trade you.”
+
+“Nothing doing,” said Tommy. “I have two little sisters. They’re twins.”
+
+“What are you boys talking about?” said the trashman. “You can’t trade
+brothers and sisters like you trade marbles.”
+
+The boys laughed.
+
+“We’re only kidding,” said Nappy.
+
+When the trash wagon came to Nappy’s house the boys got off.
+
+“Thanks for the ride,” said Nappy. “We collected lots of things. Come
+on, Tommy, I’ll show you my marbles.”
+
+Tommy waited on the front steps while Nappy got his marbles. They were
+in a little cloth bag with a draw string.
+
+“Gee!” said Tommy. “That’s a neat bag! Where did you get it?”
+
+“My big sister made it for me,” said Nappy.
+
+“Well,” said Tommy, “maybe a big sister would be a good trade for a big
+brother after all.”
+
+Just then Nappy’s sister came out of the house.
+
+“Hello, Sis,” said Nappy. “I have a new friend. His name is Tommy. Will
+you make a marble bag for him like the one you made for me?”
+
+“I was going out to pick blueberries,” said Sister. “If you boys will
+pick the berries I’ll make the bag.”
+
+“It’s a trade,” said the boys. “Let’s go.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So Nappy’s big sister got two little pails for the berries, and a piece
+of cloth and a string for the bag, and they all went to the woods.
+
+Nappy left Mut behind because he was always chasing rabbits.
+
+Sister sat under a tree to sew the bag, and the boys started off to
+pick the berries.
+
+“Let’s have a race,” said Nappy, “to see which one can fill his pail
+first.”
+
+“The first one back here with a full pail wins,” said Sister.
+
+So Nappy went one way and Tommy went another way. And there must have
+been more berries where Tommy went because....
+
+Before long he was back with a pail full of berries.
+
+“I won,” said Tommy. “Here’s your berries.”
+
+“Here’s your bag,” said Sister, “but where’s Nappy?”
+
+“Let’s go find him,” said Tommy. “I know the way he went.”
+
+“Dear me,” said Sister, “I hope he’s not lost!”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“He can’t be far,” said Tommy. “We’ll find him.”
+
+And they did find Nappy. He had something in his arms--something he
+was trying to hold on to--something wiggling. The pail of berries was
+over-turned on the ground.
+
+“Look!” said Nappy. “Look what I caught!”
+
+“It’s a little raccoon,” said Sister. “However did you catch him?”
+
+“I put down my pail,” said Nappy, “to pick some more berries, and when
+I looked around, this little fellow was in the pail with his tail
+sticking out ... so I grabbed him. I’m going to keep him for a pet.”
+
+“You have enough pets now,” said Sister. “Besides, your dog wouldn’t
+like a raccoon. Why don’t you let him go?”
+
+“Oh, no! Don’t!” cried Tommy. “I haven’t any pets. Oh, Nappy, I’ll
+trade you anything I have for that raccoon! Come to my house and you
+can choose anything I have.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So they all went to Tommy’s house.
+
+And Nappy looked over the things Tommy had.... There was a ball, and a
+bat, and some skates, and some stilts, and a wagon, and a drum.
+
+“You mean I can choose _anything_?” asked Nappy.
+
+“Well,” said Tommy, “anything except the drum.”
+
+“How about the stilts,” said Nappy. “Will you show me how to walk on
+them?”
+
+“Sure,” said Tommy. “My big brother can make me another pair of stilts.
+We’ll have fun together.”
+
+So the boys made the trade.
+
+“Why didn’t you want to trade your drum, Tommy?” asked Nappy’s sister.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“Because my big brother plays the harmonica and I beat the drum,” said
+Tommy, “and you should see my little sisters dance!”
+
+“Oh, I’d like to see them dance,” said Nappy’s sister. “Could we see
+them, Tommy?”
+
+“Sure,” said Tommy. “Come on.”
+
+They found the twins in the back yard making mud pies.
+
+“You wait here,” said Tommy. “I’ll get my big brother. They’ll drop
+those mud pies and dance as soon as they hear the music.”
+
+Tommy went to get his brother.
+
+“Aren’t they cute?” said Nappy’s big sister.
+
+“I hear music,” said Nappy.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Out of the house came Tommy, beating his drum, and his big brother,
+playing the harmonica.
+
+As soon as the twins heard the music they dropped the mud pies and
+began to dance.
+
+“Oh, boy,” cried Nappy, “they can _dance_!”
+
+“It’s a wonderful act,” said Sister. “Good enough for a show.”
+
+“Let’s _have_ a show!” said Nappy. “We could fix up our barn like a
+theater and....”
+
+“I’ll make the costumes,” said Sister.
+
+“Swell idea,” said Tommy’s big brother. “I’ll fix up the barn.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“And I’ll train my raccoon to do tricks,” said Tommy.
+
+“My dog can do tricks,” said Nappy. “We can have lots of acts.”
+
+“But the twins’ dance will be the best in the show,” said sister. “We
+can call their act ‘The Twirling Twins.’”
+
+“Let’s get to work,” said Nappy.
+
+Nappy’s sister took Tommy’s brother to see the barn so he could start
+fixing it up like a theater.
+
+Tommy taught his raccoon to walk up and down steps.
+
+And Nappy learned to walk on stilts.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Everybody worked----
+
+Tommy’s big brother built benches in the barn for the audience to sit
+on.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Nappy’s big sister made costumes.
+
+She made dresses out of crepe paper for the twins.
+
+They looked exactly alike.
+
+“You look just darling,” said Sister.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Then they all got together in the barn to make plans for the show.
+
+Nappy brought his old friend, Spike, to the meeting.
+
+“Spike wants to be in charge of tickets,” said Nappy. “How much shall
+we charge to see the show?”
+
+“I think five cents will be enough,” said Sister, “and I’ve made up a
+verse to tell about it the way we did when we had the pet show. Listen:
+
+  Come to see our ‘Saturday Show.’
+  See the Twirling Twins,
+  Music, stunts and fun galore....
+  You will surely cry for more
+  In the barn our show will be
+  Five cents is the entrance fee.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“That’s a good verse,” said Spike. “It tells when the show will be,
+where the show will be, and how much it costs to get in. I’ll make
+copies of it and give one to every kid in town.”
+
+“Oh boy!” cried Nappy. “I just thought of a great act for our show. You
+kids just wait here. I’ll be back.”
+
+Nappy ran down the street to Wong’s Chinese Restaurant.
+
+He found the Wong boys playing marbles in front of their father’s
+restaurant.
+
+“Hello,” said Nappy. “How would you boys like to be in a show? You can
+do your tumbling act. We’re planning a show in our barn now. Will you
+come and show the other kids how you can tumble?”
+
+“Sure,” said the Wong boys.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And they went back to the barn with Nappy, and did their stunts.
+
+“That’s great!” said Tommy.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+“This is going to be the best show ever,” said Nappy.
+
+And it did turn out to be a great show because all of the children
+worked to get ready for it. They worked hard. They worked together.
+
+Nappy and Tommy helped build the stage.
+
+Nappy’s sister made a curtain out of sheets, and the Wong boys hung it.
+
+Then they had rehearsals while Spike went around town selling tickets
+and at last....
+
+The big day came.
+
+Spike stood outside the barn to collect tickets.
+
+Children came from all over town to see the show.
+
+“Have your tickets ready,” shouted Spike. “Step right in--plenty of
+seats inside. Have your tickets ready, please, for the Saturday Show,
+the greatest show on earth. See the Twirling Twins.”
+
+“Step right up--have your tickets ready, please.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Inside the barn, Tommy beat his drum and his big brother played the
+harmonica.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The children took their seats and clapped, and then....
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The curtain went up. Out on the stage came the Wong boys, turning hand
+springs.
+
+They did somersaults forward and backward while Tommy beat the drum.
+
+They stood on their heads. They tumbled all over the stage and ended up
+with the smallest Wong boy standing on his brothers’ shoulders.
+
+“Hurrah! Hurrah!” Shouts and cheers came from the audience.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The next act was Tommy and his raccoon.
+
+Tommy was dressed like a clown and the raccoon climbed up on his
+shoulder.
+
+Then the raccoon walked up and down steps.
+
+The audience clapped and Tommy bowed and led his raccoon off the stage.
+
+But when he came back, walking on stilts, with his friend Nappy, what
+do you think happened?
+
+That raccoon came back on the stage and climbed up the stilt, all the
+way up, and sat on Tommy’s shoulder!
+
+Then came the big act.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Nappy led his colt on the stage, and sitting on the colt’s back were
+Tommy’s little twin sisters.
+
+They were holding on tight because when Tommy and his brother began to
+play----
+
+The colt began to dance; then Nappy lifted them off so they could dance
+themselves.
+
+How those twins danced! They kicked and spun and whirled and twirled.
+
+The audience shouted and cheered.
+
+“Hurrah for the Twirling Twins!”
+
+It was surely the best act of the show.
+
+But it wasn’t the last one....
+
+The last act was....
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Nappy and his dog.
+
+Mut played ‘dead dog’ until ... he heard the Star Spangled Banner and
+Nappy waved an American flag....
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Then Mut stood up and saluted.
+
+Indeed, everyone in the barn stood up when they heard the Star Spangled
+Banner and then....
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The curtain came down.
+
+The actors bowed.
+
+The audience clapped.
+
+And that was the end of the show.
+
+And that is the end of this story, too.
+
+
+
+
+TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
+
+
+Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_.
+
+
+
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+
+
+Transcriber’s Note
+
+
+This picture book has no Table of Contents.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: (cover)
+
+  THE NEW BOOK OF
+  NIAGARA
+
+_Scenes in Summer and Winter_]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  THE NEW BOOK OF
+  NIAGARA
+
+  _Scenes in Summer and Winter_]
+
+                                   ❦
+
+  “_Niagara is an awful symbol of Infinite power--a version of Infinite
+  beauty--a shrine, a temple erected by the hand of the Almighty for all
+  the children of men._”--_Oration by Jas. C. Carter._
+
+                                   ❦
+
+  BUFFALO, N. Y.
+  ROBERT ALLAN REID, PUBLISHER,
+  253–257 ELLICOTT STREET.
+
+  Copyrighted, 1901, by Robert Allan Reid. All rights reserved.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: GENERAL VIEW OF THE FALLS.
+
+Favorite positions for this view are Hennepin View in Prospect Park and
+the New Steel Bridge. At the left is the American Fall with Luna Island
+and Goat Island dividing it from the Horseshoe Fall. The Maid of the
+Mist, near her landing, and the inclined railway are minor objects of
+interest.]
+
+
+[Illustration: CANADIAN FALL, AND MAID OF THE MIST.
+
+A trip on the “Maid of the Mist” past the Falls is one of the most
+fascinating of the experiences to be had at Niagara. The views of the
+descending floods, the swirling water below and the rainbow through the
+mist all lend enchantment to the trip.]
+
+
+[Illustration: AMERICAN FALL FROM PROSPECT POINT.
+
+It is while standing at or near Prospect Point that the very large
+majority of people who visit Niagara get their first view of the
+wondrous cataract. At one wide sweep of vision Niagara is before you
+and you see the water pour over the edge of the precipice, falling with
+stupendous power on the rocks below.]
+
+
+[Illustration: AMERICAN FALL FROM BELOW.
+
+Standing on the rocks at the foot of the Inclined Railway in Prospect
+Park and looking at the down-pour of water over the American Fall, a
+new impression of Niagara’s greatness comes over you, and you marvel at
+the beauty of the mighty flood.]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE FALLS BY MOONLIGHT.
+
+Under the light of the full moon of summer time, when Nature has done
+her best to make the locality all about delightful, the mind is made
+receptive of the moonlight softness, and the beauty of the scene
+impresses all with its magnificence.]
+
+
+[Illustration: PROSPECT POINT IN WINTER.
+
+In winter and summer alike Prospect Point is one of the main vantage
+spots from which to view Niagara. Immediately below the Point the
+mountain grows to an unlimited size as the spray freezes, and builds it
+by night and by day. In the ice bridge season there is no better place
+to view it than Prospect Point.]
+
+
+[Illustration: TERRAPIN ROCK AND HORSESHOE FALL FROM GOAT ISLAND.
+
+The Horseshoe or Canadian Fall, as a single object, is regarded as
+the sublimest thing in Nature. The Canadian Rapids have a fall of 55
+feet in three-quarters of a mile before reaching the Falls, while it
+is estimated that the volume of water is ten times greater than that
+passing over the American Fall.]
+
+
+[Illustration: HORSESHOE FALL FROM BELOW.
+
+The height of the Horseshoe Fall is 165 feet and the stupendous nature
+of the Fall is more impressive when the visitor stands at the water’s
+edge in the gorge and looks upward at the flood descending in such
+graceful lines.]
+
+
+[Illustration: TERRAPIN POINT IN WINTER.
+
+The scene at Terrapin Point in winter is one of brilliancy and
+splendor. The spray-cloud of the Horseshoe Fall is wafted to the
+shores of Goat Island where King Winter’s breadth congeals it all to
+a marble-like formation, and the snowy whiteness of the spectacle is
+dazzling in the bright sunlight.]
+
+
+[Illustration: ICE MOUNTAIN AND ICE BRIDGE.
+
+The beauty of this scene varies yearly, for the wind and weather have
+all to do with the magnitude of the formations. When the weather is
+exceedingly cold the ice mountain, between the American Fall and the
+Inclined Railway, attains a magnificent height. The ice also forms from
+shore to shore, enabling people to pass at will to the Canadian side,
+and forming what is popularly called the ice bridge.]
+
+
+[Illustration: OBSERVATION TOWER VIEW OF GOAT ISLAND AND RAPIDS.
+
+This view shows “the dividing of the waters” of Niagara River, and in
+the immediate front the American Rapids are seen flowing tumultuously
+onward towards the towering cataract. Far across beyond Goat Island are
+the Canadian Rapids. The greater grandeurs and immense boundaries of
+which are best seen from Victoria Park on the Canadian side.]
+
+
+[Illustration: BRINK OF THE AMERICAN FALL.
+
+Probably there is no one sight which impresses itself more strongly
+upon the great majority of beholders than this view of the brink of
+the American Fall. Such mighty on-rushing torrents, so powerful, yet
+so smoothly and alluringly moving on over the precipice, and so near
+is the visitor to what seems an abyss of destruction that the scene is
+never forgotten.]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE AMERICAN FALL FROM GOAT ISLAND.
+
+This view across American Fall is one never to be forgotten. Here the
+brink of the Fall is seen in all its beauty, while far across the Fall,
+Prospect Park, with its constant crowds, forms part of the picture. A
+fine view of the Upper Steel Bridge is also here enjoyed.]
+
+
+[Illustration: HORSESHOE FALL BY SEARCHLIGHT.
+
+This photographic masterpiece, the crest of the Horseshoe Fall by
+searchlight, taken from Falls View, is the only one of its kind ever
+made. “The scene is entrancing as the searchlight kisses the water into
+new beauty.”
+
+ON THE BRIDGE AT MIDNIGHT. This is a night scene, the Upper Steel
+Bridge, made possible by the recent advancement in photography.]
+
+
+[Illustration: WHIRLPOOL RAPIDS.
+
+The Whirlpool Rapids begin within sight of the Falls. The gorge narrows
+to 300 feet and the current rushes onward at a speed of 40 miles an
+hour and the foam-crested waters are entrancingly beautiful.]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE WHIRLPOOL.
+
+The Whirlpool is about two miles below the Falls and is the greatest
+known river pocket. Into it the Rapids plunge in all their fury, and a
+gyrating motion is given the entire body of water. Here the river turns
+at right angles, causing one of the most mysterious and fascinating
+features of this mighty stream of water.]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  INCLINED RAILWAY.
+  AMERICAN FALL.
+  LUNA ISLAND.
+  CAVE OF THE WINDS.
+  GOAT ISLAND.
+  HORSESHOE FALL.
+  TABLE ROCK.
+  VICTORIA PARK.
+
+PANORAMIC VIEW OF NIAGARA FALLS FROM THE CANADIAN SIDE.]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE CANADIAN RAPIDS AND HORSESHOE FALL, FROM FALLS VIEW
+STATION.
+
+This is one of the grand views to be had from the Canadian side of
+the river. The rapids, by their great descent and vastness, convey
+an impressive effect to the mind, and, together with the Falls and
+scenery of Victoria Park, combines to make one of the most pleasing
+pictures about Niagara. The entire length of the park is traversed by
+the electric cars, which are so great a convenience about Niagara, for
+tourists.]
+
+
+[Illustration: AMERICAN FALL FROM CANADIAN SIDE.
+
+Standing in Victoria Park, one gets a full front view of the American
+Fall, while at the right of the scene is Center Fall, flowing between
+Luna and Goat Islands. The American Fall has a width of 1,000 feet, a
+height of 158 feet, while the Rapids above descend forty feet in a half
+mile. All visitors should go to the Canadian side for the Canadian Fall
+and Rapids, the most imposing features of the Falls, are there best
+seen with their wonderful rainbow and mist effects, while the beauties
+of Victoria Park itself well repay a visit.]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE GORGE.
+
+The life work of Niagara River has been and continues to be the digging
+of the Niagara Gorge through which it flows. Those who have studied the
+subject thoroughly have reached the conclusion that the great trench
+was excavated by the running of the river itself. In its length, the
+gorge is in one sense a measure of the age of the river.]
+
+
+[Illustration: SCENE ON THE “GORGE ROUTE.”
+
+This Electric road runs along the New York Shore, for much of the way,
+about twenty feet up from the water, and affords unequaled views of the
+Whirlpool Rapids, the great bridge and cliffs, the Whirlpool and all
+scenic features. The objects of interest along the Gorge Route are only
+second to the two great cataracts themselves.]
+
+
+[Illustration: HORSESHOE OR CANADIAN FALL IN WINTER.
+
+The intensity of the mighty grasp of winter is at no point better
+portrayed than in its effects on the Horseshoe Fall. Gradually the
+waters are chilled and frozen until where yesterday the river plunged
+over the precipice in gleeful, laughing manner, huge stalactites of ice
+are hung reaching from the cliff-top to the slope below.]
+
+
+[Illustration: ICE FORMATION AT CAVE OF THE WINDS.
+
+In February, 1896, for a period of four days, the Cave of the Winds
+was dry, the water of the Fall being kept back by the ice formation.
+Visitors sought the cavern and roamed about admiring the icy scenes on
+every side. The photograph for the picture above was then made, and it
+may never be possible to obtain the same again.]
+
+
+[Illustration: UPPER STEEL ARCH BRIDGE.
+
+This wonderful example of man’s handiwork connects the extreme lower
+points of Prospect Park on the American side, with Victoria Park on the
+Canadian side. It has a single deck, is 1,268 feet long, 49 feet wide
+and 190 feet above the water, and was built in 1898. Splendid views are
+had from this bridge.]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE ICE PALACE.
+
+The Ice Palace, a thing of beauty in the production of which man
+essayed to supplement Nature, was erected in the State Reservation in
+the winter of 1898. “An area of 120 by 160 feet was covered by its
+gleaming walls of crystal. The entire structure was gay with bunting
+and flags by day and brilliant with electrical illumination by night.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: BRIDGES AT NIAGARA.
+
+  LUNA ISLAND BRIDGE.                  BRIDGE TO THIRD SISTER ISLAND.
+
+  BRIDGE TO SECOND SISTER ISLAND.      RUSTIC BRIDGE TO WILLOW ISLAND.]
+
+
+[Illustration: LOWER STEEL ARCH BRIDGE.
+
+This bridge spans the river at its narrowest part. It was built in 1897
+by the Grand Trunk Railroad Company. It has two decks, the upper for
+railway trains and the lower for carriages and pedestrians. The arch
+has a span of 550 feet.]
+
+
+[Illustration: TABLE ROCK AND THE DEVIL’S PULPIT.
+
+This rocky plateau is located over the Devil’s Hole, on the American
+side, 300 feet above the wild waters of the Gorge. It has been
+the scene of many recorded and traditional battles and sanguinary
+struggles. Grand sweeps of scenery are to be witnessed from this
+commanding site.]
+
+
+[Illustration: DEVIL’S HOLE.
+
+The Devil’s Hole is a dark and gloomy chasm in the high bank, and has a
+depth of 150 feet. It is said to have been a store house for ammunition
+in early times. It is reached by the City trolley line and by the Gorge
+Road.]
+
+
+[Illustration: BROCK’S MONUMENT
+
+Stands on Queenston Heights, about four miles below the Whirlpool. It
+was erected to commemorate the memory of Sir Isaac Brock who fell in
+battle in the war of 1812. It is a noble shaft, 100 feet high, capped
+with a statue of Brock. It is seen for many miles in all directions.]
+
+
+[Illustration: SUSPENSION BRIDGE AT LEWISTON.
+
+This Suspension Bridge is now the only one which spans Niagara River.
+It links Queenston on the Canadian side with Lewiston on the American
+side, seven miles below the Falls, and is crossed by the Belt Line
+trolley route about the Gorge. The suspended span is 800 feet, and it
+has a cable span of 1040 feet.]
+
+
+[Illustration: A FAMILIAR WINTER SCENE IN PROSPECT PARK.
+
+In winter the high winds which prevail, sometimes for days at a time,
+catch the spray from the American Fall and carry it far back into the
+forest growth, the trees become ice-laden, and the transformation that
+takes place is beautiful in the extreme.]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  THE RED MAN’S FACT      THE WHITE MAN’S FANCY
+
+FROM THE FAMOUS PAINTINGS BY JAMES FRANCIS BROWN.
+
+To the Indians the thundering of the water was the voice of the Great
+Spirit; the spray-cloud his habitation. A portion of the crops and
+spoils of the chase were annually offered as tokens, and the fairest
+maiden of a tribe was sacrificed by being sent over the falls in a
+canoe laden with fruits and flowers.
+
+No less than the Red Man, is his successor, the White Man, impressed
+with the majesty of the Creator’s power as displayed in the grandeurs
+of Niagara. “Between falling flood and rising cloud, you imagine a
+mystical meaning in the passage of body to soul, of matter to spirit,
+of human to divine.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: ROCK OF AGES, AT CAVE OF THE WINDS.
+
+Surrounded with an atmosphere of sentiment is this view at Niagara. It
+forms an artistic and pleasing picture. Evidently at some remote time
+in the past the rock has fallen from the cliff above. The famous cave
+of the winds lies back of the Center Fall. It is 100 feet high, 100
+feet wide and 60 feet deep.]
+
+
+
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+
+
+                          COME INTO MY PARLOR
+
+                         BY CHARLES E. FRITCH
+
+                         ILLUSTRATED BY ORBAN
+
+            Sober or drunk, Johnny was seeing things. Like
+           spider webs in the night sky. But as a newspaper
+           reporter, Bennet had the job of keeping facts and
+           fancies separate. He was good at that--too good!
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+          Science Fiction Adventures Magazine, February 1953.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+I found Johnny a few blocks from our hotel in a little bar that was
+nearly deserted. He was sitting alone at a table in a dark corner,
+staring morosely at nothing in particular, his hand limp around an
+almost-empty glass. He seemed perfectly sober, though his eyes stared
+glassily ahead.
+
+I sat down beside him. "What do you say we go back to the hotel,
+Johnny? Tomorrow's another slave day."
+
+His eyes shifted to me and then back to nothing. I wondered if he had
+actually seen me.
+
+"We can talk about it over some coffee and a bit to eat."
+
+I suggested, placing my hand on his arm.
+
+"Go to hell," he said quietly and shook me loose. He lifted his glass,
+drained the last few drops. He held the empty glass to the light, then
+set it down, regretfully. "But first buy me a drink."
+
+"You'd better go home," I said. "You've had enough."
+
+He laughed harshly. "Look who's giving me orders. I know things about
+this cock-eyed old world you never had nightmares about, and you're
+ordering me around! Bossy newspapermen! Go to hell, then; I'll get my
+own drink."
+
+He rose unsteadily and managed his way to the bar. He came back with
+the glass full.
+
+"You still here. I thought I told you--"
+
+"You'd better lay off that stuff," I said quietly. "You're not used to
+it."
+
+"Boy, oh boy, you're just full of orders today, aren't you? Charlie
+Bennet, boy crusader! Well, I've got something you can crusade about.
+Anything else you'd like?"
+
+"That's enough for now."
+
+"You're damn right it is. Now get the hell out of here and leave me
+alone. Can't you see I'm brooding over the fate of the world?"
+
+"What are you so mad about?"
+
+He looked annoyed, and a little startled. "Brother, if you only knew--"
+He raised his glass, and then stopped and set it on the table. "Wait a
+minute. Maybe I ought to tell you. Maybe I ought to let the two of us
+worry about it, instead of just me. Maybe you should print it in that
+newspaper of yours."
+
+"I'm willing to listen, anyway."
+
+"Sure! Why not? I'm just beginning to experience that rosy sensation,
+that warm feeling of camaraderie they keep stoppered up in bottles.
+It's the only place on this planet you can find it."
+
+"Don't be cynical."
+
+"Maybe I should bust out laughing. The whole thing's really funny; it's
+the funniest thing I've ever heard."
+
+"We'd better go."
+
+"Sure, let's go. But first--you want to see something really funny?
+Here."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He took a pair of glasses from his pocket and handed them to me. They
+seemed like ordinary shell-rimmed glasses, though the lenses were
+tinted a slight blue.
+
+"Put them on," he prompted. "Go ahead."
+
+"Where'd you get these?"
+
+"Made 'em," he said. "My job is optical research, remember. I was
+fooling around in the lab with some invisible light experiments. The
+right combination of lenses and coatings--and whammo! This." He took
+a drink. "I should have been a lawyer or a plumber or something." He
+grunted. "Or even a newspaperman!"
+
+"What are they supposed to do--see in the dark?"
+
+He laughed humorlessly. "That'd be a boon for a reporter, wouldn't it?
+No, my friend, much worse than that. Try them on. Go ahead."
+
+I did. "Well?"
+
+"Notice anything peculiar?"
+
+"The coating makes everything here seem bluish--maybe even unearthly,
+if that's what you want--but--"
+
+"C'mon outside, then," he said. This time he took my arm and steered me
+from the bar. I was glad of the opportunity to get him into the night
+air.
+
+"Look at the sky," he directed. "See anything unusual?" He stood
+waiting, expectant.
+
+"I see stars," I said. "Nothing unusual about that, is there?"
+
+"Stars! Only stars?" His voice had lost its tinge of sarcasm. His
+fingers were tight on my arm. "Look, across the sky, see those luminous
+bands? All across the sky. Like a giant spider web."
+
+I looked again. After awhile, I said, "Sorry, Johnny, but there aren't
+any luminous bands, spider webs or otherwise. I think we'd better get
+to the room. A good night's rest--"
+
+"Wait a minute," he cried suddenly, his face pale. "You think I'm
+drunk--or worse. I tell you there _is_ something up there. Shining
+streamers crisscrossing the sky, like--like--"
+
+"There's nothing, Johnny. Only stars."
+
+I took the glasses off. He made a quick grab for them and somehow they
+fell to the pavement and shattered.
+
+For a moment, Johnny stared at the glittering fragments, his jaws
+working. "You've broken them," he accused finally, his eyes filled more
+with sudden despair than hatred. "It took weeks to build them."
+
+"It was an accident," I told him. "But it's just as well they are
+broken. I tell you, Johnny, there's nothing unusual in the sky. Nothing
+at all. Spider webs! Next you'll be seeing pink elephants."
+
+Johnny stood in the cool night and stared at the sky. "They're up
+there, I tell you. They're up there, and I want to know why. And
+there's one thing I want to know more than anything else; suppose
+they're really spider webs--" His face was deathly white. "Are there
+spiders?"
+
+He stared at me insanely in the darkness. "Do you realize what that
+would mean, Charlie? Giant spiders, invisible, roaming across the
+Earth!" His fingers were digging into my arm again.
+
+"Johnny, come out of it," I snapped, shaking him. "There is no web in
+the sky, you hear me? And there aren't any spiders, either. It's just
+some crazy figment of your imagination. That's all."
+
+"But just suppose there are," he persisted, a little wildly.
+"Maybe--maybe it's not just the glasses. Maybe it's partly me, too;
+maybe I'm the only one who can see them; maybe that's why you didn't
+see the web. Maybe--"
+
+"Johnny, be sensible! If there were such monsters roaming around, don't
+you think they'd have been discovered by now?"
+
+"I don't know," he said, helplessly. "I don't know, and it's driving
+me crazy. You've probably wondered why I haven't slept very well for
+the past couple of weeks; well, that's the reason. I didn't want to say
+anything. I hardly dared put the glasses on, I was so afraid. Not of
+being thought crazy, but--but afraid of what _they_ might do if they
+knew they were discovered."
+
+"Look, Johnny. Even supposing you might be right, why wouldn't they
+show themselves? Why just stay up in the sky in a large web?"
+
+"Maybe they're sizing us up," Johnny said, trembling but not with cold.
+"After all, we've got a few weapons, too. Maybe a machine gun or an
+atomic bomb can hurt them, as well as humans."
+
+"Unless they're here for some good?" I suggested.
+
+Johnny laughed. "Spiders? Maybe they're hungry--and they think we're a
+bunch of flies down here. That's more likely."
+
+"Isn't this--rather fantastic?"
+
+"Of course it is. Why do you suppose I've been keeping quiet about
+it for the past two weeks? Why do you suppose I'm out trying to get
+drunk?" He added disgustedly: "I can't even do that."
+
+"C'mon," I said, "let's go to the room and we'll have some coffee. We
+can talk about it there."
+
+"Sure," he said, and his voice was suddenly subdued. "Sure, why not?"
+
+We went to the hotel room and I made some coffee, being careful to
+slip enough sleeping tablets in Johnny's cup. In a few minutes he was
+sprawled across the bed.
+
+I went to the window and looked at the glowing beads of traffic below.
+I looked at the sky--at the stars. Spiders in the sky; what a story
+that would make. The editor'd slap me in the booby hatch if I ever
+handed in a who-what-when-where like that.
+
+When I left for work the next morning, Johnny was still snoozing. Let
+him sleep it off. Do him good. He'd been working too hard at the lab,
+anyhow.
+
+I couldn't get back to the hotel room that morning, though I wanted to
+see if Johnny was okay. I was pretty busy writing a human interest yarn
+kidding the pants off some astronomer's notion that light waves coming
+from certain portions of the sky were being deflected or refracted
+slightly for no discernible reason.
+
+The amount of difference was microscopic, and I wrote it up to
+emphasize its ridiculous splitting of hairs and the fact that you can't
+take some of these crackpots seriously. Here the world is on the verge
+of coming apart at the seams, and they worry about wayward light rays.
+
+During the afternoon, I managed to drop into the hotel to see if Johnny
+had slept off the liquor and the sleeping tablets. He had, and he was
+sitting on the edge of the bed, looking grim--and a little perplexed.
+
+"How ya feeling, Johnny?" I said.
+
+"Great," he said, though he didn't sound it. "Things seem a lot clearer
+this morning."
+
+"Good. I thought they would. You know, you really had me going last
+night. I thought you meant all that stuff, but I guess imagination and
+a few beers can do a lot."
+
+"Cut the kidding," he said grimly.
+
+"What?"
+
+"I said, cut it. I'm not in the mood."
+
+"Now what's the matter?"
+
+"This," he said. He held up a pair of glasses, twins to those destroyed.
+
+"But--how could you have made another set? You haven't been near the
+lab today."
+
+"When I first discovered this web business, I made two pair of glasses.
+I figured two people could do something about it a whole lot easier
+than just one. But I was afraid to let anyone in on it. I thought maybe
+I _was_ batty."
+
+"So?"
+
+"I made this pair for you. For you, Charlie, so you could write the
+stuff up in your paper to let people know. That's a laugh, isn't it?"
+
+"Say--that's swell. But--"
+
+"Stand back!" Johnny cried suddenly, as I started to move toward him.
+He snatched a gun from beneath a pillow and waved it threateningly.
+"Know what I was doing this afternoon before you came in?"
+
+"Johnny, this is crazy! Put down that gun and listen to reason."
+
+"I had the glasses on," he continued, "and I was looking out the window
+here. I'm getting real brave--even in broad daylight--but there comes
+a time when you just don't care. I saw _spiders_ in the streets. Huge
+spiders walking along the streets, mingling with human beings. And
+get this, Charlie--when I took the glasses off, they were like human
+beings. Like humans, you understand. You know what that means? They're
+in disguise all around us!"
+
+"That's not true, Johnny," I insisted. "There are no webs in the sky.
+There are _no_ spiders. It's your imagination. The strain. Working in
+the lab--"
+
+"No," he cried, and the gun never wavered. "You know what else I saw? A
+few minutes ago. I was looking down into the street, and a spider got
+out of a car just in front of the hotel here and started coming in. I
+took off the glasses to see if it might be someone I knew."
+
+He began to laugh hysterically. "You know who it was, Charlie--"
+
+I leaped forward, trying to knock the gun down. But Johnny's hand came
+up, and the gun jumped, spurting noise and flame. The bullet slammed
+into my body.
+
+Desperately, I drove forward. My arms went around him. The gun went
+off again, before I could prevent it. A furrow of pain shot across my
+stomach, and I shrieked out in sudden anguish.
+
+"Johnny, Johnny. Stop it. Stop!"
+
+I struck his hand. The gun clattered to the floor. He was struggling
+frantically, striking out against me with doubled fists. His shirt was
+splattered with my blood. He gasped, clearing his lungs for a scream.
+
+There was nothing else I could do. The life was draining from me.
+
+I held his arms and legs together and tried not to look into the
+terrified expression crossing his face. I held him tightly while he
+squirmed in helpless frustration.
+
+And with my two remaining arms I strangled him!
+
+
+
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+
+
+                          Climate--Disordered
+
+                           By CARTER SPRAGUE
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                    Startling Stories, March 1948.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+The President of the Chamber of Commerce of Wheedonville by the Sea
+was stately and rather terrifying in his measured wrath. Nor was his
+peroration against the dapper young-old man who sat at the foot of the
+long mahogany conference table lessened by the knowledge that he had
+the full support of the rest of that august body.
+
+But Wiley Cordes, on whom all this anger was focussed, appeared
+singularly uncowed by the disfavor in which he basked. As a seasoned
+resort promotion expert he was not unacquainted with municipal ire. So
+many unforeseen factors could send resort trade swarming to the wrong
+resort--as had happened in this case.
+
+Having talked himself into the fat job of putting Wheedonville on the
+map as the sea-side town where vacationers would have the amusement
+world at their feet, he had been forced to sit by and watch the bulk of
+the available tourist vacation trade pass to Burden Bay, sixty miles
+to the south. It was too bad, of course, but a fellow could only do so
+much.
+
+"... and despite your definite assurance--in fact your promise--that
+retail trade in Wheedonville by the Sea would pick up a minimum of
+twenty-five per cent, in the year you entered the employment of this
+Chamber, it has decreased by more than thirty per cent. In this
+same period the retail trade in Burden Bay has risen by almost forty
+per cent. I and the Chamber whose spokesman I am would appreciate an
+explanation."
+
+Gathering the skirts of his morning coat carefully to avoid unsightly
+wrinkles, the President sat down. The silence which followed his
+sonorous harangue could have been scooped up with a spatula. Eight
+pairs of eyes remained fixed with suspicion upon the object of his
+address.
+
+With a sigh, Wiley Cordes got to his feet. Hands in pockets he leaned
+against the table, jingling the change and keys his fingers found. He
+was going to have to make this good or be out of a very soft, high
+paying job. Fortunately, he had an idea.
+
+"When I undertook to lift your resort trade here in Wheedonville by the
+Sea above that of Burden Bay," he began with an air of good humor that
+drew no response from the grave men listening to him, "I could not, of
+course, foresee that Mrs. Quinlan in our rival metropolis was going to
+give birth to quintuplets."
+
+He paused, let it sink in. "Nor could I look into a crystal ball and
+learn that Wheedonville by the Sea was going to be cursed with five
+straight weeks of fog and rain at the height of the season. And it is
+hardly my fault that the Burden Coastal Oil Refineries should bring in
+five gushers."
+
+"Granted, Cordes," said the President, speaking without arising. "But
+we cannot continue indefinitely against such buffets of fortune--not
+and pay twenty-five thousand dollars a year for protection against ill
+luck--without receiving an iota of protection."
+
+"Your sentiments touch me deeply," said Cordes. "And I should not have
+been worthy of your more than generous salary if I had not studied the
+problem thoroughly and come to this meeting with a plan which should
+speedily put an end to the difficulties under which all of us have been
+laboring."
+
+Cordes paused to let this sink in. He knew, as do all talented pitch
+men, when he had his audience hooked. The expression in the eight pairs
+of eyes upon him was still uniform--but it flashed a uniformity of hope.
+
+"Gentlemen," he went on, "the summer season draws rapidly to its close.
+It has not been successful. But Wheedonville by the Sea and Burden Bay
+have both built their reputations as resort cities, much like that of
+Atlantic City, upon the warmth of climate and water in fall and spring.
+I propose to make Wheedonville by the Sea the only mild-weather resort
+in this entire section of coastline."
+
+"And just how do you propose to do this?" asked one of the members,
+his interest aroused above his incredulity. In simple words Wiley
+Cordes told them. At first there were a few protests upon humanitarian
+grounds. But they were not enduring. After all the Chamber of Commerce
+was a collection of hard-headed businessmen. Furthermore they were
+hard-pressed businessmen. Their ultimate approval was unanimous, as was
+their vow to mutual secrecy. There was little else they could do.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Cold weather was a factor in Cordes' scheme. But cold weather descends
+in occasional unseasonable snaps upon the balmiest of resort climate.
+Even in Florida and Texas there has been snow during recent years. For
+once the luck ran for Cordes and his quasi-desperate employers.
+
+Early upon a morning in late September, less than a week after the
+showdown meeting, a plane took off, not from the Wheedonville Municipal
+Airport but from a private field that lurked less prosperously and
+publicly in the resort city's villa-studded suburbs.
+
+The plane, a converted Mitchell B-25 AAF bomber, was piloted by
+Wiley Cordes himself--aviation was among his numerous personal
+accomplishments. There were bombs in the bomb bay--but bombs of a type
+not yet seen in war. Millions of pellets of dry ice were so stowed away
+that they could be sowed high in the atmosphere by continued pressure
+upon a release trigger in the cockpit.
+
+The cloud formations were just right--with heavy layers above the
+target area and little wind. The temperature, in the high thirties
+at ground level, was below zero two miles up. After getting a sight
+through the cloud strata, Wiley Cordes began to sow his snow.
+
+Back and forth he flew for the better part of an hour, bombarding the
+clouds with ice pellets to make snow. He had timed his flight with care
+so that no other plane would be aloft when he reached the sky above the
+rival Burden Bay resort--no others took off once the snow storm began.
+Incoming planes were routed to Wheedonville by the Sea.
+
+Wiley Cordes listened to the reports on his radio as he flew back to
+the secluded airport outside of Wheedonville. From the tenor of the
+announcers it was clearly evident that no one suspected the snowstorm
+had been deliberately induced by the hand of man. After taxiing his
+ex-bomber into the hangar, he got out of flying togs and drove to the
+Wheedonville City Club, where the members of the Chamber of Commerce
+were waiting.
+
+If the mood of their previous meeting had been glum, today joy was
+unconfined. Old whiskey was brought out, and a special banquet served
+by close-mouthed club attendants. The radio was left on, and each
+report of the inexplicable snowstorm which had brought a halt to the
+Burden Bay autumn season was the occasion for a toast.
+
+"The man who really deserves our thanks," said the President, lifting
+his glass to Wiley Cordes. A chorus of "Hear, hear" greeted his salute.
+Wiley, entering into the spirit of the occasion, waxed enthusiastic
+when he was given the floor after cigars were passed.
+
+"It is my belief," he went on, "that by repeatedly inducing snow
+to fall over our neighbor city I can ultimately reduce its mean
+temperature by the very emanation of cold from the snow covered ground
+to a point where it will remain colder than normal throughout the fall,
+winter and spring.
+
+"Furthermore," he added, his well-preserved face alight with optimism,
+"I see no reason why we should limit ourselves to snowstorms. The same
+dry ice treatment, given to the right cloud formation above Burden Bay
+when opportunity offers, should produce a certain percentage of rainy
+weekends and holidays. I can truthfully say that our worries are over."
+
+"Keep it up, and you'll find a welcome surprise in your pay envelope,
+Wiley," said the President, beaming. The arrival of the afternoon
+papers from Burden Bay was the signal to cease all speech making for a
+good gloat.
+
+The journalists of Wheedonville by the Sea's ancient rival, beneath
+a commendable effort to gloss over the disaster, were really crying
+catastrophe. Coming without warning, the baby blizzard--for it had
+amounted almost to that--had literally caught them with their plants
+down.
+
+Damage, it was hinted in stories hastily killed for later editions,
+would almost certainly run high into millions. Hotel reservations for
+the usually equable autumn months were already being canceled. As if to
+prove it never snowed but it poured, the Oil Refinery chose that day
+to announce the failure of a sixth gusher and resultant passing of a
+dividend.
+
+Three days later, when clouds again moved in on the coastline, Wiley
+Cordes took to the air with another load of dry ice pellets. And once
+again he did his dirty work undetected and with disastrous results for
+Burden Bay.
+
+On his third trip, because of a low current of warm air of whose
+existence he was not informed, Wiley came in with a rain storm that
+washed away most of the snow. But his fourth, fifth and sixth one-plane
+raids more than made up for this lapse.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Wiley Cordes and Wheedonville by the Sea were riding high. Hotels were
+packed and concessions were booming. The public relations expert found
+his salary raised an added hundred dollars a week. There was laughter
+at a Chamber meeting over a Burden Bay picture release showing a couple
+of pretty girls in ski clothes backed by a slide made of the defunct
+oil gushers.
+
+"I'll get the chorus of Mike Todd's new musical down here next weekend
+and put them on water skis in bathing suits," promised the laughing
+Wiley Cordes. Of course he knew it could not last forever. But he saw
+no reason for the run of good fortune to come to an early end. He had
+planned and executed his scheme too well.
+
+So he was not pleased to discover another plane above the clouds on his
+next trip over Burden Bay. Still, it was something that had to happen.
+He merely cruised on innocently and was relieved when the other ship--a
+big four-motored flying boxcar--disappeared through the clouds. Then he
+swung back and did his stuff.
+
+[Illustration: There was another plane above the clouds over Burden
+Bay.]
+
+He saw the plane on three more occasions as he placed snowstorms
+accurately over hapless Burden Bay and its presence began to worry him.
+But the pilot gave no indication that he knew what Wiley was up to and
+the discreet young public relations counsellor decided not to mention
+it to the men who were backing his scheme.
+
+As a result of this step and of his own pre-occupation with promoting
+the balmy atmosphere of Wheedonville by the Sea, he was really caught
+off-guard when disaster finally struck. As fall merged into winter the
+reservations totals for Wheedonville hotels fell off far more sharply
+than it should have--especially with Burden Bay out of the picture.
+
+It was the President of the Chamber of Commerce who broke the news to
+Wiley Cordes, after summoning him to his office in early December.
+There he simply tossed a telegram at his high powered promoter. No
+words were needed to explain his mood--it was evident enough from the
+jut of his beetling gray brows and the bayonet-angle of his Corona
+Corona.
+
+"Read this," he said laconically. "Read it and pack."
+
+Startled, Wiley complied, felt himself go gray and sick and shaky as he
+scanned the contents of the wire.
+
+It read:
+
+    TO CHAMBER OF COMMERCE WHEEDONVILLE BY THE SEA THANK YOU STOP
+    ESPECIAL THANKS TO WILEY CORDES FOR TRIPLING OUR OFF-SEASON RESORT
+    TRADE STOP HIS SNOWMAKING FLIGHTS NO LONGER NEEDED STOP WE HAVE
+    ADOPTED IDEA OURSELVES STOP ONCE AGAIN THANKS FROM THE ONLY SKI
+    RESORT ON THE COAST STOP COME AND TRY OUR NEW RUNS AT OUR EXPENSE
+    AS SMALL RETURN FOR YOUR FAVOR STOP BURDEN BAY CHAMBER OF COMMERCE.
+
+
+
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+
+                              THE TERROR
+
+                           by Alfred Coppel
+
+               The wars of nerves, the cold wars, of the
+           early Twentieth Century pale into insignificance
+               beside the fear that besets humanity when
+                    Jan Carvel returns from space!
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+      Future combined with Science Fiction Stories November 1950.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+_From Quintus Bland's History of Mankind, Chapter XXIV "The Terror."_
+
+These are the halcyon years. The awful goad of the Terror is gone and
+men can look into the sky without fear. The new colonies thrive among
+the low red hills of Mars, in the icy moraines of Io, Europa, and
+Titan. Starships are poised on the outer moons; perhaps soon Earth will
+wear a diadem of stars.
+
+Yet some of the bitterness of the fear-ridden years is with us
+still. Forgiveness does not come easily to those who have suffered
+the humiliation of the Terror; there are the blighted lives to
+remember, and the unfortunates who lived and died under the threat of
+annihilation from the sky. Jan Carvel's memory is accursed--for it was
+Carvel who brought the Terror.
+
+Of the man himself, little is known. He lived--and died--in the
+first decade of the Conquest of Space, or in the last decade of the
+Nationalist Era, since they coincide. A few short years had passed
+since the first successful Moon flights and the establishment of the
+Space Stations, and the tensions that had been mounting among the
+nations of Earth were nearing the breaking point.
+
+Lunaris was 'Moon Base' then, and the launching racks were pointed back
+toward Earth and not toward the planets. Intense activity had turned
+the Moon into an atomic arsenal--a focal point of all the destructive
+arts men had learned during and since the Second World War.
+
+The Old Countries, mainly the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and
+the United States of America, stood with weapons poised; the seemingly
+eternal Cold War steadily growing hotter. Moon Base was American, and
+the Space Stations were Russian; a parity of weapons had been reached
+and jingoists cried for war.
+
+History does not record the exact date of Jan Carvel's departure from
+the Earth-Moon System. It is known that he was an American, a qualified
+Moon pilot, and a fanatic on the subject of planetary exploration. It
+is also known that he boarded an experimental long range rocket-bomber
+without authorization and vanished from the arsenal in Tycho. Some
+have suggested that he did not steal the craft and that he was
+actually ordered on his epoch-making flight, presumably in search of
+militarily useful information. This is unlikely. Having reached the
+Moon and turned it into fortress, the United States lost interest in
+space travel. Carvel chafed under the restraints placed upon him and
+the Bureau of Security; it is therefore more than just probable that
+he took it upon himself to press the cause of exploration without
+authority or sanction.
+
+The result of this irresponsible course of action was predestined.
+Carvel lost his ship and his life. But he left a legacy that was to
+shake the world.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+On the evening of January 17, 1971, some six years after Carvel's
+disappearance from Moon Base, the Pacific Radar Watch detected an
+approaching missile. It was tracked for routine interception, and one
+Ground to Air Missile was actually launched at it before its erratic
+course identified the unknown rocket as a space-craft in distress.
+Fortunately, the GTA Missile was caught and neutralized before
+interception occurred, and the approaching space-craft was allowed to
+crash in the middle of California's Central Valley near what was then
+the city of Fresno.
+
+[Illustration: Jan Carvel's ship crashed and burned when he came
+back....]
+
+Search crews found the wreckage and it was immediately established as
+the experimental rocket-bomber stolen six years before by Jan Carvel.
+It was badly smashed by the crash, and in addition seemed to have
+sustained a considerable amount of battle damage.
+
+A charred body was removed from the rocket and identified as Jan
+Carvel. The craft's papers, however, were in an excellent state of
+preservation, it being indicated that Carvel sacrificed his life to
+protect them. These papers, consisting of some photographs, some
+crudely drawn planetary maps, and a diary, were contained in a steel
+box addressed to the Secretary of Defense. They were rushed to
+this official without delay, fortunately he was at the time in New
+Washington, somewhere under the Great Lakes.
+
+Within twelve hours, a meeting was held among the Chiefs of State of
+all the Western Powers. Two hours later, a special courier-plane was
+dispatched to Kuibishev, the new Russian capital beyond the Urals, and
+the greatest joint effort in the history of mankind was begun. The
+Terror had come to Earth....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_From the text of the President of the United States' message to
+Marshal Vasili Kemprov, the Russian Dictator._
+
+"... in spite of our differences. Therefore, I urgently request that
+you personally authorize the dispatching of qualified Russian experts
+to join in the scientific council now convening here to evaluate these
+terrifying documents.
+
+"If you desire, hostages may be exchanged to assure the safety of your
+personnel...."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_From the Carvel Diary._
+
+I stood on the thin snowdrifts and looked westward, into the setting
+sun. The vastness of the silent desert was red with faintly visible
+plumes of sand that rode high on the icy air. Above me, the sky was
+cobalt and the stars shone bright and unwinking. The nearer moon rode
+low on the horizon, almost touching the tiny disk of the sun. I was
+alone, as I have been since leaving Earth. Nowhere on this world is
+there life, but here men might live and thrive, for there is beauty and
+peace.
+
+_Later._ I have found a rich vein of uranium ore. The ship's converter
+will serve to refine it. I can go on. When I return, I will build a
+cairn, to prove that one man, at least, was sane.
+
+_Later._ The landing was difficult, for the heat of the rocket-blast
+volatilized the frozen methane under me. As I let her settle, the ship
+dug a pit in the glacier and now she lies half buried in the yellowish
+ice.
+
+I slept and fed myself and put on a pressure suit. Outside, the cold
+and the black sky pressed in on me, making me afraid. It is never dark
+here, for the planet fills the sky like a bloated yellow balloon. In
+the far distance, I can see a fault in the glacier, and the black rock
+of this moonlet shows through. I think there is silver in the rock. It
+streaks it in a pattern of filigree.
+
+There is little here but the challenge of keeping alive. The cold
+depresses me and the giant in the sky fills me with vertigo. I shall go
+on.
+
+_Later._ A giant ahead and a giant behind. The blackness of space is
+all around me, and I grow used to it. I sleep and eat little now and
+weightlessness is beginning to sicken me. I have come a long way.
+
+The system ahead shows promise.
+
+_Later._ I landed the ship on a wide plain. Rubble is everywhere.
+Perhaps this was once a moraine, but even the glacier is gone now. In
+the light of the sun I can see a rising fault like a palisade. Some low
+hills and a talus flank it. Bright colors are sparkling there. I think
+the cliff is thick with gem deposits.
+
+_Later._ I do not like to leave this moonlet. It is small and friendly.
+The air is thin, but it makes the sky blue and not black and that makes
+me think of Earth. Perhaps I should be thinking of going back. The fuel
+is getting low and the air in the ship is fouling. It will take a long
+time to reach home.
+
+_Later._ I will go on for a little while longer. I cannot help thinking
+that I will be the only one of my race to ever see these worlds. It
+is a godlike thought, but sad. At home there is nothing but hate and
+thoughts of killing. A great pity. The sky could be ours, if we were
+united.
+
+_Later._ God have mercy on me! I have seen the face of doom! The great
+cratered plain that spread out below me was lined with ships. Great
+towering machines of war. We have waited too long, and now _they_ have
+come!
+
+I am a soldier. A bad one, but still a soldier, I know the look of an
+invasion base when I see one. This is what I have seen. I will take
+pictures. I must return and warn them at home. They have so little time
+to prepare.
+
+Where have they come from? From the stars? They do not belong here.
+This tiny moonlet never gave them birth. Then whence have they come?
+And why? _I am afraid...._
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_From the report of the UN Psychometric Evaluation Board._
+
+"Careful study of the Carvel Diary indicates that it is in fact
+authentic. Apparently, the loneliness of a protracted deep-space
+flight shattered his mind, but his observations are in no wise to be
+disregarded for this reason. It is highly possible that the 'invasion
+base' was the culminating cause rather than the _effect_ of Carvel's
+obvious psychosis. Further investigation is most definitely called for."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_From the statement of Rep. L. Louis Frank, House Minority Leader,
+after meeting with Administration officials._
+
+"... unquestionably, the people must be told!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_From Pravda, Official Organ of the CP of the USSR._
+
+"The authenticity of the so-called Carvel Diary, at first doubted, has
+been established by Soviet experts."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_From the Joint Resolution of the General Assembly of the UN._
+
+"The nations of the Earth, in general concourse assembled, do hereby
+proclaim a state of grave emergency; and for the preservation of safety
+declare that the United Nations shall be considered a World Government,
+with all necessary powers to command the massed armed forces of the
+member nations. The principle of unanimity among the major powers is
+indefinitely suspended, and...."
+
+[Illustration: _The terrible years began with the return of Carvel's
+ship with its dread discovery; and people dreamed nightly of death from
+the skies...._]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_From the files of the UNESCO._
+
+"... fleet of twelve space-craft under UN authority will depart
+from the UN Moon Base for Mars, there to establish a Military and
+Scientific Base. Personnel will include Hansen White, astronomer;
+Ivan Diagashaviliev, ecologist; George Washington Lee, radiologist;
+Consuelo Diaz, cartographer; Jules Feldmann, physicist; Kendo Higashi,
+psychologist...."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_From the report of the First UN Martian Expedition._
+
+"... radar and watch station established and garrisoned according to
+directive 25-33. Bimonthly transport service has been established
+between Canalopolis Settlement and Luna. Combined efforts by UNESCO
+and UT Armed Force personnel are being made to establish satellite
+stations.
+
+"It is strongly urged by the Project Committee that more personnel be
+sent to Mars, however, as a serious shortage of manpower has developed
+due to the feverish pace of the Settlement's growth. Colonization may
+be the answer.
+
+"Nowhere have the UN patrols discovered any indications of previous
+occupation by alien forces. Nothing resembling the invasion fleet
+discovered by Jan Carvel has been located. However, the cairn mentioned
+in the Diary has been found, further supporting the authenticity of
+that document...."
+
+_Addendum in manuscript._
+
+"Higashi suggests that the message found in the Cairn confirms the
+original findings of the UN Psychometric Evaluation Board concerning
+Jan Carvel's sanity."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_From the message found written in pencil on a shipping tag in the
+Martian Cairn built by Jan Carvel._
+
+"Welcome, my brothers!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_From the Founding Directive of the New UN Planetary Colonization and
+Development Committee._
+
+"It being established that Mars and Europa are free of alien
+occupation, colonization of the areas immediately surrounding the UN
+Military and Scientific Bases on these planets immediately begun...."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_From the statement of Delegate L. Louis Frank, Assembly Minority
+Leader to the World Press._
+
+"... simply because we have not yet been attacked. I stand foursquare
+on my record as a public servant. If I am returned to the Assembly
+as delegate from the Southwest Area, I will continue to support the
+expanding military program. We cannot rest until _all_ the habitable
+planets and satellites in the solar system are bases for our mighty
+cruisers. Only then can we be safe from this Terror!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_From memorandum written by K. Higashi to the Psychometric Evaluation
+Board's Subcommittee in Canalopolis, Mars._
+
+"... since I have been on Titan. Both here and on Io and Europa, we
+have found Cairns. Each time they contained the same message: 'Welcome,
+my brothers!' Has it occurred to any member of the Board that these
+messages were all written _after_ Carvel's supposed flight in panic
+from the place where he spotted the invasion fleet?"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_From a memorandum to K. Higashi, Base Psychologist, Titan Colony, from
+the Secretary of the Psychometric Evaluation Board Subcommittee in
+Canalopolis, Mars._
+
+"It has. The pictures were faked too, were they not?"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_From memorandum to Secretary, Psychometric Evaluation Board
+Subcommittee, Canalopolis Mars from K. Higashi, Senior Staff
+Psychologist First UN Triton Expedition._
+
+"Yes. The pictures were taken on Titan, I think. We found a plain there
+similar to the one in his prints. You'll recall that the plates were
+all fogged--conveniently--by cosmic ray radiation. A little time and
+touching up took care of the rest. He must have been quite a natural
+psychologist himself, you know? He understood that people at home would
+just be looking for an excuse to abandon their suicidal hysteria. What
+he gave them was a common enemy. Had a lot of courage, too. Must have
+shot up his own ship and then wrecked himself deliberately, leaving the
+papers and the trail of Cairns.
+
+"People will hate him when they find that he made fools of them, but
+I don't think they'll go back to the old life of before the 'Terror.'
+They will find out, of course. I suggest you break it to them back
+home. I'd like to be there to see it, but I'm too busy out here. We're
+building a staging base for the stars.
+
+"I think Carvel would have liked that, don't you?"
+
+
+                                THE END
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+  Transcriber’s Note
+  Italic text displayed as: _italic_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Decoration]
+
+[Illustration: Girl in tree reading a book]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: ELFIN LAND.]
+
+    Designed by              Poems by
+  Walter Saterlee.      Josephine Pollard.
+
+  NEW YORK:
+  GEORGE W. HARLAN & CO.
+
+[Illustration: Copyright 1882.
+BY
+Geo. W. Harlan & Co.
+N.Y.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Contents.]
+
+
+                                                                  PAGE
+
+  A Garden Party for Three,                                         37
+
+  A Light-Headed Family,                                            16
+
+  A Lily Race,                                                      30
+
+  A Little Brittany Maid,                                           26
+
+  A Very Handsome Mermaid,                                          10
+
+  Black Eyed Susan,                                                 38
+
+  Greeting,                                                          6
+
+  Little Dame Pansy,                                                25
+
+  Pretty Little Nieces,                                             36
+
+  Seven Little Fairies,                                             21
+
+  The Bee’s Mistake,                                                15
+
+  The Dance on the Beach,                                           14
+
+  The Fan Tribe,                                                    28
+
+  The Grimalkin Family,                                              7
+
+  The Japanese Family,                                              32
+
+  The Man in the Moon,                                               8
+
+  “The Moon has a Host of Children,”                                29
+
+  The Peacock’s Train,                                              12
+
+  The Sunflower Dance,                                              19
+
+  The Very Polite Little Boy,                                       27
+
+  Tulips,                                                           35
+
+  Very Æsthetic,                                                    39
+
+  Which Shall Win?                                                  23
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: GREETING.]
+
+
+    _Here and there and everywhere.
+      On the earth and in the air.
+    Sport a merry Elfin crew,
+      Ready for a romp with you._
+
+    _Set your hearts and windows wide,
+      Let them in on every side.
+    And with this delightful band,
+      Take a stroll through Elfin-Land._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Lady with cats on long dress]
+
+
+    MY LADY WEARS A PRETTY TRAIN,
+      THAT REACHES FAR, AND STRETCHES WIDE,
+    AND SILK OR SATIN THOUGH IT BE,
+        THE WHOLE GRIMALKIN FAMILY
+            WILL CUT BEHIND AND TAKE A RIDE.
+
+
+
+
+THE MAN IN THE MOON
+
+[Illustration: Man in the moon]
+
+
+    The man in the moon once had a wife,
+      And she was really the plague of his life.
+
+    They used to sail in a bright canoe,
+      From east to West, o’er the sky so blue.
+
+    But she was restless and he was rough,
+      And said he hadn’t half room enough.
+
+    One night in turning the boat around,
+      The woman fell out, and she was drowned.
+
+    And down in the lake she sails alone
+      In a lovely boat that is all her own!
+
+[Illustration: Woman in boat]
+
+
+
+
+A Very Handsome Mermaid.
+
+[Illustration: Three fish]
+
+
+    A VERY HANDSOME MERMAID,
+      FATHER NEPTUNE’S ONLY DAUGHTER;
+    HAS A VERY LOVELY BOWER.
+      ALL HER OWN, BENEATH THE WATER.
+
+    SHE HAS SLAVES TO DO HER BIDDING;
+      ALL THE BIG AND LITTLE FISHES,
+    BRING HER JEWELS WITHOUT NUMBER,
+      AND PREPARE HER DAINTY DISHES.
+
+    WE HEAR ABOUT HER GRACEFUL FORM,
+      THE CHARMS WITH WHICH SHE’S LADEN,
+    BUT NO ONE YET HAS EVER SEEN
+      THIS WONDERFUL SEA-MAIDEN.
+
+[Illustration: Mermaid and fish]
+
+
+
+
+The Peacock’s Train.
+
+[Illustration: Girl dressed up]
+
+
+    _The peacock spreads his brilliant train,
+      And struts about with pride,
+    No other bird seems quite so vain,
+      In all the regions wide._
+
+    _Each plume is like a sparkling gem,
+      Of rich and radiant dyes;
+    Some cherub must have painted them,
+      And all those shining eyes._
+
+    _And if I had as fine a gown
+      As his, upon my word
+    I’d strut a little, up and down;
+      And be as vain a bird._
+
+[Illustration: Boy painting a peacock’s feathers]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Starfish]
+
+THE DANCE ON THE BEACH
+
+
+    A star-fish stood on the sandy shore
+      To list to the seaside band.
+    As with rumble-tumble dash and roar
+      The waves swept over the land.
+
+    The man in the moon from his binnacle soon
+      Suspended the beacon-light.
+    “Aha!” cried the star-fish, full of glee,
+      “I’ll have a nice dance to-night!”
+
+    A jig and a hornpipe all alone
+      He danced to a lively tune.
+    And capered about with his shadow there
+      In the silvery light of the moon.
+
+    Then up came others by twos and twos,
+      Some of them real old salts.
+    Who danced the Polka, Virginia Reel,
+      And the new Society Waltz.
+
+    With twinkling feet they skipped about
+      Like elves on the shining sand,
+    And kept good time to the rhyme and chime
+      Of the famous seaside band.
+
+    They danced and capered, and skipped and tripped.
+      As merry as they could be,
+    Till the tide came up with a sudden rush
+      And swept them into the sea.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl sitting]
+
+The Bee’s Mistake.
+
+
+    _A little girl by the name of Rose,
+        In a quiet corner sat.
+    When a honey-bee sailed round and round
+        The rim of her garden-hat._
+
+    _Said the bee, “ah me! so sweet a flower
+        I haven’t beheld to-day!”
+    And he came so near to the pretty Rose,
+        That she screamed as she ran away._
+
+
+
+
+A Light Headed Family
+
+[Illustration: Three heads under parachutes]
+
+
+I.
+
+    An excellent family, every one said,
+    But rather too airy and light in the head;
+            Why, it was a fact
+            Good judgment they lacked,
+    And many, yes, many were certainly cracked!
+
+
+II.
+
+    There was Mrs. Henpen with a very stiff cap;
+    And Master Gooseloose—a remarkable chap;
+            And Mr. Foochoo
+            With a very long cue,
+    And Bo-peep, and Dorking, and little Boy-Blue.
+
+
+III.
+
+    They made up a party to visit the moon,
+    Each member to furnish a private balloon;
+            They said, “We will fly
+            Along through the sky,
+    And anchor ourselves to the stars by and by.”
+
+
+IV.
+
+    That they had any brains there is reason to doubt,
+    For the wind blew a gale on the day they set out,
+            And Foochoo, don’t you see,
+            Was caught fast in a tree!
+    Oh never was Chinaman madder than he!
+
+[Illustration: Face growing on tree]
+
+
+V.
+
+    They wanted to stop, but they couldn’t, you know,
+    For, having once started, they just had to go;
+            And lightly they soared,
+            And strange countries explored.
+    But they hadn’t the least bit of ballast on board.
+
+
+VI.
+
+    Now over the hills they went thumpety-thump!
+    ’Gainst each other’s heads they went bumpety-bump!
+            Now here and now there,
+            But it didn’t much scare
+    This light-headed family, I do declare!
+
+
+VII.
+
+    A furious gust blew them all in a bunch;
+    “How jolly!” cried Mrs. Henpen. “Let’s have lunch!”
+            Ah, she was too rash!
+            There soon was a crash!
+    And the light-headed family all went to smash!
+
+[Illustration: Sunflowers]
+
+
+
+
+THE SUNFLOWER DANCE.
+
+[Illustration: Girl dancing]
+
+
+    “COME, DANCE WITH ME!” THE SUNFLOWER SAID,
+      TOSSING HIS LOCKS ABOUT,
+    TILL THEY STOOD LIKE AN AUREOLE ROUND HIS HEAD.
+      “LET’S DANCE ’TILL THE STARS COME OUT!”
+
+    HE LED THE WAY, AND IN SINGLE FILE
+      THEY DANCED THROUGH THE FIELDS OF CORN;
+    WHILE THE SUN WENT DOWN WITH A CHEERFUL SMILE,
+      AND LAUGHED WHEN HE ROSE NEXT MORN!
+
+[Illustration: Fairies on rainbow]
+
+
+
+
+Seven Little Fairies.
+
+
+[Illustration: Rainbow]
+
+    Seven little fairies came
+      When the storm was ended;
+
+    Seven little fairies came
+      Drest up very splendid!
+
+    Hand in hand they marched along,
+      Keeping close together;
+
+    Driving gloomy clouds away,
+      Bringing back clear weather!
+
+[Illustration: Boy caught turtle with fishing rod]
+
+
+
+
+Which Shall Win?
+
+[Illustration: Boy riding turtle]
+
+
+    Johnny was a little boy, but he had a wish
+      When he went a-fishing, to haul in the biggest fish;
+    Hook and line so strong as his, surely could not fail,
+      Johnny thought, to catch a shark, or perchance, a whale.
+
+    Early on a rainy day, Johnny on the shore
+      Felt a tugging at his line, never felt before;
+    Then he straightened up, and said, opening wide his eyes,
+      “Cracky! now I guess I’ve got something like a prize!”
+
+    Johnny pulled and tugged away; then he gave a look;
+      Saw a monstrous turtle fastened firmly to his hook;
+    Took a firmer hold and said, “Which of us shall win?
+      I must either pull you out, or you’ll pull me in!”
+
+[Illustration: Two women talking]
+
+
+
+
+Little Dame Pansy.
+
+[Illustration: Pansy on a wall]
+
+
+    LITTLE DAME PANSY PUT ON HER BEST BONNET,
+      THERE WASN’T A RIBBON OR FEATHER UPON IT,
+    AND WALKING ALONG THROUGH A PATH THAT WAS SHADY,
+      SHE HAPPENED TO MEET WITH A VERY OLD LADY.
+
+    THIS VERY OLD LADY, THERE WAS NO DENYING,
+      WAS VERY MUCH TROUBLED, HER CAP-STRINGS WERE FLYING.
+    “O DEAR MISTRESS PANSY!” SHE CRIED, “I’LL GO CRAZY!
+      FOR SOME ONE HAS STOLEN MY LOVELIEST DAISY!”
+
+    “YOU OUGHT TO BE THANKFUL!” THE LITTLE DAME PANSY
+      MADE ANSWER, “THAT SOME ONE HAS TAKEN A FANCY
+    TO SOME OF YOUR CHILDREN. DON’T BE IN A PASSION!
+      FOR DAISIES, YOU KNOW, ARE THE TIP OF THE FASHION!”
+
+
+
+
+Bad Luck.
+
+[Illustration: Girl eating from a pan]
+
+
+    _A little Brittany maid
+    Who never wore gowns of silk,
+        Sat down all alone
+        On a great round stone,
+    With a nice bowl of bread and milk._
+
+    _A pert little magpie came,
+    His saucy respects to pay.
+    “Good luck!” cried the maid,
+      Not a bit afraid
+    “I shall have good luck all the day!_”
+
+    _Then ere she had ceased to laugh,
+    For she was a merry soul,
+        She looked again,
+        And saw very plain
+    Two magpies perched on her bowl!_
+
+    _The maiden began to cry
+    “Alas! and alack-a-day!
+        ’Tis surely a sign
+        Bad luck will be mine!
+    Bad luck”!—and she ran away._
+
+
+
+
+A VERY POLITE LITTLE BOY.
+
+
+    I knew a little boy
+      So exceedingly polite;
+    He wouldn’t leave the room, unless
+      He asked you if he might;
+    His hair was always smooth,
+      And he looked so spick and span,
+    You really might have thought
+      He was a wooden little man!
+
+    One day as he began
+      To remark, “Sir, if you please—”
+    Intending to apologize
+      If he should chance to sneeze;
+    Quite suddenly he gave
+      A funny little shriek,
+    And everybody jumped into
+      The middle of next week.
+
+    And the little boy himself,
+      Very nearly died of fright:
+    Because he’d been so very
+      Very, very impolite!
+
+[Illustration: Boy bowing]
+
+
+
+
+THE FAN-TRIBE.
+
+[Illustration: Tribe dancing]
+
+
+    _O far away by a tropic sea,
+      And near to a jungle dell.
+    Neath the scorching rays
+      Of the sun’s bright blaze,
+    The fan tribe Indians dwell._
+
+    _No silken, satin or velvet gowns,
+      No laces do they possess,
+    But from year to year,
+      They always appear
+    In this fantastic dress._
+
+[Illustration: Children with wings]
+
+
+
+
+    The moon has a host of children
+      That never are seen by day;
+          But Oh! in the night
+          ’Tis a pretty sight,
+    To see them frolic and play.
+
+    They harness the stars together,
+      And over their race-course ride;
+          Or gather in crowds
+          On the fleecy clouds,
+      And down on the moonbeams slide.
+
+
+
+
+A Lily-Race.
+
+[Illustration: Indian kids in canoe]
+
+
+    A swarthy son of a savage race,
+      A brave young Indian lad,
+    Set out from shore in a light canoe,
+      His foot on a lily-pad.
+
+    His oar was only a slender rush,
+      He managed with native grace,
+    And he hurried along, for close behind
+      Another had given chase.
+
+    Together they darted adown the stream,
+      Each poised in his light canoe,
+    ’Till in their strivings to keep ahead,
+      Their oars were broken in two.
+
+    And that was the end of the lily-race;
+      For soon with a savage roar,
+    The Indian boys jumped into the stream,
+      And both of them swam ashore.
+
+[Illustration: Indian boys in lily-pads]
+
+
+
+
+THE JAPANESE FAMILY
+
+[Illustration: Japanese family]
+
+
+    SAID MR. JAPANESE TO MRS. JAPANESE,
+      AS HE AND SHE HAD A TALK,
+    ON A PLEASANT SUMMER DAY,
+      “SHALL I GET A RIK-I-SHAY?
+    OR WOULD YOU LIKE TO TAKE A LITTLE WALK?”
+
+    SAID MRS. JAPANESE TO MR. JAPANESE,—
+      AH, SHE WAS A CLEVER SOUL!—
+    “IF I CAN HAVE MY WAY,
+      YOU’LL NOT GET A RIK-I-SHAY,
+    BUT WITH THE CHILDREN TAKE A QUIET STROLL.”
+
+    SO MR. JAPANESE AND MRS. JAPANESE
+      AND THE LITTLE JAPANESES TOO,
+    SET OUT IN INDIAN-FILE,
+      IN THE VERY LATEST STYLE,
+    WITH THEIR EYES AND MOUTHS PRODIGIOUSLY ASKEW.
+
+    THROUGH GARDENS TRIM AND NEAT, TO SMELL THE BLOSSOMS SWEET
+      THEY GO, AND OVER FENCES CLIMB,
+    AND WHEN THEIR WALK IS DONE,
+      THEY CRY OUT, EVERY ONE,
+    “WE’VE HAD A LOVELY JAPAN-EASY TIME!”
+
+[Illustration: Japanese family]
+
+[Illustration: Girl in bed with flowers]
+
+
+
+
+TULIPS.
+
+
+            Tulips bright in the garden beds,
+              Lift up their heads;
+            No other blossoms are as gay
+              And proud as they.
+
+    But I know where some tulips grow.
+      Ah, Yes, I know!
+    More rich and sweet than any flower
+      In garden bower.
+
+    “Good morning!” say my tulips red,
+      As out of bed
+    They spring; and other tulips greet
+      With kisses sweet.
+
+            And that is why I love them so,
+              You ought to know;
+            And tulips you may likewise find
+              To please your mind.
+
+[Illustration: Fairy boys painting flower]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Nuns praying]
+
+
+
+
+PRETTY LITTLE NUNS.
+
+
+    PRETTY LITTLE NUNS IN THEIR PURPLE HOODS.
+        LIFT THEIR LITTLE FACES FAIR.
+    IN THE LONELY CORNERS OF THE QUIET WOODS;
+        AND MAKE A LITTLE CHAPEL THERE.
+
+    AND PRETTY LITTLE NUNS IN THEIR PURPLE HOODS,
+        MEET IN LITTLE CLUSTERS, WHERE
+    THEY LISTEN TO THE MUSIC OF THE GRAND OLD WOODS
+        AND REVERENTLY KNEEL IN PRAYER.
+
+
+
+
+A Garden Party for Three.
+
+
+    UP IN AN APPLE-TREE CORNER SAT,
+      A LITTLE GIRL AND A PUSSY-CAT.
+    JUST AS COSY AS THEY COULD WISH,
+      EATING OUT OF A CHINA DISH.
+
+[Illustration: Girl feeding cat in tree]
+
+    CLOSE BESIDE THEM A BIG BLACK CROW.
+      SAUCY AND THIEVISH HE WAS, YOU KNOW—
+    CAME AND PERCHED, SAYING “O DEAR ME!
+      WHAT A NICE GARDEN PARTY FOR THREE!”
+
+    THE LITTLE GIRL HAD ENOUGH TO EAT;
+      THE CAT AND THE CROW HAD A ROYAL TREAT;
+    AND SOME OTHER DAY IN THE APPLE-TREE
+      THERE’LL BE A NICE GARDEN PARTY FOR THREE!
+
+
+
+
+_BLACK-EYED SUSAN._
+
+[Illustration: Girl walking through flowers]
+
+
+    _Little black-eyed Susan
+      Through the meadows went
+    Pretty little Sukey-Sue!
+      To visit her Grandmother
+    Was the little maid’s intent,
+      And to wish her a “how-de-do?”
+    Little black-eyed Susan
+      Was a clever child;
+    Pretty little Sukey-Sue!_
+
+    _And to every one who came along,
+      She courtesied and she smiled,
+    With a nice little “how-de-do?”
+      Little black-eyed Susan
+    Stopped awhile to rest;
+      Pretty little Sukey-Sue!_
+
+    _When a lot of funny little folks,
+      In black and yellow drest,
+    Popped up, and said “why! how-de-do?”
+      Little black-eyed Susan,
+    Pretty courtesies made;
+      Clever little Sukey-Sue!
+    And nodding to the other
+      Black-eyed Susans, sweetly said,
+    “I’m pretty well. Pray how are you?”_
+
+
+
+
+VERY ÆSTHETIC.
+
+[Illustration: Girl pulling a sunflower]
+
+
+    No limpy-and-lanky maid,
+      No skimpy-and-cranky jade.
+    This dear little queer little elf;
+      But wherever you find her,
+    She is dragging behind her,
+      A Sunflower as big as herself!
+
+    At children too rude and robust,
+      She turns up her nose in disgust.
+    Yes, she turns up her little nose.
+      So Æsthetic; she couldn’t,
+    She declares, and she wouldn’t,
+      Be seen with such creatures as those!
+
+
+
+
+THE SEND OFF.
+
+
+    _Now ye merry madcap elves,
+      Trim the bonny boat yourselves;
+    Weigh the anchor, loose the sail;
+      So ’twill catch the favoring gale,_
+
+    _Then away with songs to greet
+      Every other craft you meet;
+    Scattering joy on every hand,
+      From the shores of Elfin-Land._
+
+[Illustration: Elf in boat]
+
+
+
+
+  Transcriber’s Notes
+
+  pg 26 Changed: Intending to apoligize
+             to: Intending to apologize
+
+
+
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+
+
+                 _A Tale of Stark, Unreasoning Terror_
+
+                      The Fearsome Touch of Death
+
+                          By ROBERT E. HOWARD
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                      Weird Tales February 1930.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+    As long as midnight cloaks the earth
+      With shadows grim and stark,
+    God save us from the Judas kiss
+      Of a dead man in the dark.
+
+
+Old Adam Farrel lay dead in the house wherein he had lived alone for
+the last twenty years. A silent, churlish recluse, in his life he had
+known no friends, and only two men had watched his passing.
+
+Dr. Stein rose and glanced out the window into the gathering dusk.
+
+"You think you can spend the night here, then?" he asked his companion.
+
+This man, Falred by name, assented.
+
+"Yes, certainly. I guess it's up to me."
+
+"Rather a useless and primitive custom, sitting up with the dead,"
+commented the doctor, preparing to depart, "but I suppose in common
+decency we will have to bow to precedence. Maybe I can find some one
+who'll come over here and help you with your vigil."
+
+Falred shrugged his shoulders. "I doubt it. Farrel wasn't liked--wasn't
+known by many people. I scarcely knew him myself, but I don't mind
+sitting up with the corpse."
+
+Dr. Stein was removing his rubber gloves, and Falred watched the
+process with an interest that almost amounted to fascination. A
+slight, involuntary shudder shook him at the memory of touching these
+gloves--slick, cold, clammy things, like the touch of death.
+
+"You may get lonely tonight, if I don't find anyone," the doctor
+remarked as he opened the door. "Not superstitious, are you?"
+
+Falred laughed. "Scarcely. To tell the truth, from what I hear of
+Farrel's disposition, I'd rather be watching his corpse than have been
+his guest in life."
+
+The door closed and Falred took up his vigil. He seated himself in the
+only chair the room boasted, glanced casually at the formless, sheeted
+bulk on the bed opposite him, and began to read by the light of the dim
+lamp which stood on the rough table.
+
+Outside the darkness gathered swiftly, and finally Falred laid down
+his magazine to rest his eyes. He looked again at the shape which had,
+in life, been the form of Adam Farrel, wondering what quirk in the
+human nature made the sight of a corpse not only so unpleasant, but
+such an object of fear to many. Unthinking ignorance, seeing in dead
+things a reminder of death to come, he decided lazily, and began idly
+contemplating as to what life had held for this grim and crabbed old
+man, who had neither relatives nor friends, and who had seldom left the
+house wherein he had died. The usual tales of miser-hoarded wealth had
+accumulated, but Falred felt so little interest in the whole matter
+that it was not even necessary for him to overcome any temptation to
+pry about the house for possible hidden treasure.
+
+He returned to his reading with a shrug. The task was more boresome
+than he had thought for. After a while he was aware that every time he
+looked up from his magazine and his eyes fell upon the bed with its
+grim occupant, he started involuntarily as if he had, for an instant,
+forgotten the presence of the dead man and was unpleasantly reminded
+of the fact. The start was slight and instinctive, but he felt almost
+angered at himself. He realized, for the first time, the utter and
+deadening silence which enwrapped the house--a silence apparently
+shared by the night, for no sound came through the window. Adam Farrel
+had lived as far apart from his neighbors as possible, and there was no
+other house within hearing distance.
+
+Falred shook himself as if to rid his mind of unsavory speculations,
+and went back to his reading. A sudden vagrant gust of wind whipped
+through the window, in which the light in the lamp flickered and
+went out suddenly. Falred, cursing softly, groped in the darkness
+for matches, burning his fingers on the hot lamp chimney. He struck
+a match, re-lighted the lamp, and glancing over at the bed, got a
+horrible mental jolt. Adam Farrel's face stared blindly at him, the
+dead eyes wide and blank, framed in the gnarled gray features. Even
+as Falred instinctively shuddered, his reason explained the apparent
+phenomenon: the sheet that covered the corpse had been carelessly
+thrown across the face and the sudden puff of wind had disarranged and
+flung it aside.
+
+Yet there was something grisly about the thing, something fearsomely
+suggestive--as if, in the cloaking dark, a dead hand had flung aside
+the sheet, just as if the corpse were about to rise....
+
+Falred, an imaginative man, shrugged his shoulders at these ghastly
+thoughts and crossed the room to replace the sheet. The dead eyes
+seemed to stare at him malevolently, with an evilness that transcended
+the dead man's churlishness in life. The workings of a vivid
+imagination, Falred knew, and he re-covered the gray face, shrinking as
+his hand chanced to touch the cold flesh--slick and clammy, the touch
+of death. He shuddered with the natural revulsion of the living for the
+dead, and went back to his chair and magazine.
+
+At last, growing sleepy, he lay down upon a couch which, by some
+strange whim of the original owner, formed part of the room's scant
+furnishings, and composed himself for slumber. He decided to leave the
+light burning, telling himself that it was in accordance with the usual
+custom of leaving lights burning for the dead; for he was not willing
+to admit to himself that already he was conscious of a dislike for
+lying in the darkness with the corpse. He dozed, awoke with a start and
+looked at the sheeted form on the bed. Silence reigned over the house,
+and outside it was very dark.
+
+The hour was approaching midnight, with its accompanying eery
+domination over the human mind. Falred glanced again at the bed where
+the body lay and found the sight of the sheeted object most repellent.
+A fantastic idea had birth in his mind and grew, that beneath the
+sheet, the mere lifeless body had become a strange, monstrous thing,
+a hideous, conscious being, that watched him with eyes which burned
+through the fabric of the cloth. This thought--a mere fantasy, of
+course--he explained to himself by the legends of vampires, undead,
+ghosts and such like--the fearsome attributes with which the living
+have cloaked the dead for countless ages, since primitive man first
+recognized in death something horrid and apart from life. Man feared
+death, thought Falred, and some of his fear of death took hold on
+the dead so that they, too, were feared. And the sight of the dead
+engendered grisly thoughts, gave rise to dim fears of hereditary
+memory, lurking back in the dark corners of the brain.
+
+At any rate, that silent, hidden thing was getting on his nerves. He
+thought of uncovering the face, on the principle that familiarity
+breeds contempt. The sight of the features, calm and still in death,
+would banish, he thought, all such wild conjectures as were haunting
+him in spite of himself. But the thought of those dead eyes staring in
+the lamplight was intolerable; so at last he blew out the light and lay
+down. This fear had been stealing upon him so insidiously and gradually
+that he had not been aware of its growth.
+
+With the extinguishing of the light, however, and the blotting out
+of the sight of the corpse, things assumed their true character and
+proportions, and Falred fell asleep almost instantly, on his lips a
+faint smile for his previous folly.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He awakened suddenly. How long he had been asleep he did not know.
+He sat up, his pulse pounding frantically, the cold sweat beading
+his forehead. He knew instantly where he was, remembered the other
+occupant of the room. But what had awakened him? A dream--yes, now he
+remembered--a hideous dream in which the dead man had risen from the
+bed and stalked stiffly across the room with eyes of fire and a horrid
+leer frozen on his gray lips. Falred had seemed to lie motionless,
+helpless; then as the corpse reached a gnarled and horrible hand, he
+had awakened.
+
+He strove to pierce the gloom, but the room was all blackness and all
+without was so dark that no gleam of light came through the window.
+He reached a shaking hand toward the lamp, then recoiled as if from a
+hidden serpent. Sitting here in the dark with a fiendish corpse was bad
+enough, but he dared not light the lamp, for fear that his reason would
+be snuffed out like a candle at what he might see. Horror, stark and
+unreasoning, had full possession of his soul; he no longer questioned
+the instinctive fears that rose in him. All those legends he had heard
+came back to him and brought a belief in them. Death was a hideous
+thing, a brain-shattering horror, imbuing lifeless men with a horrid
+malevolence. Adam Farrel in his life had been simply a churlish but
+harmless man; now he was a terror, a monster, a fiend lurking in the
+shadows of fear, ready to leap on mankind with talons dipped deep in
+death and insanity.
+
+Falred sat there, his blood freezing, and fought out his silent battle.
+Faint glimmerings of reason had begun to touch his fright when a soft,
+stealthy sound again froze him. He did not recognize it as the whisper
+of the night wind across the window-sill. His frenzied fancy knew it
+only as the tread of death and horror. He sprang from the couch, then
+stood undecided. Escape was in his mind but he was too dazed to even
+try to formulate a plan of escape. Even his sense of direction was
+gone. Fear had so stultified his mind that he was not able to think
+consciously. The blackness spread in long waves about him and its
+darkness and void entered into his brain. His motions, such as they
+were, were instinctive. He seemed shackled with mighty chains and his
+limbs responded sluggishly, like an imbecile's.
+
+A terrible horror grew up in him and reared its grisly shape, that the
+dead man was behind him, was stealing upon him from the rear. He no
+longer thought of lighting the lamp; he no longer thought of anything.
+Fear filled his whole being; there was room for nothing else.
+
+He backed slowly away in the darkness, hands behind him, instinctively
+feeling the way. With a terrific effort he partly shook the clinging
+mists of horror from him, and, the cold sweat clammy upon his body,
+strove to orient himself. He could see nothing, but the bed was across
+the room, in front of him. He was backing away from it. There was
+where the dead man was lying, according to all rules of nature; if
+the thing were, as he felt, behind him, then the old tales were true:
+death did implant in lifeless bodies an unearthly animation, and dead
+men did roam the shadows to work their ghastly and evil will upon the
+sons of men. Then--great God!--what was man but a wailing infant, lost
+in the night and beset by frightful things from the black abysses and
+the terrible unknown voids of space and time? These conclusions he
+did not reach by any reasoning process; they leaped full-grown into
+his terror-dazed brain. He worked his way slowly backward, groping,
+clinging to the thought that the dead man _must_ be in front of him.
+
+Then his back-flung hands encountered something--something slick,
+cold and clammy--like the touch of death. A scream shook the echoes,
+followed by the crash of a falling body.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The next morning they who came to the house of death found two corpses
+in the room. Adam Farrel's sheeted body lay motionless upon the bed,
+and across the room lay the body of Falred, beneath the shelf where
+Dr. Stein had absent-mindedly left his gloves--rubber gloves, slick
+and clammy to the touch of a hand groping in the dark--a hand of one
+fleeing his own fear--rubber gloves, slick and clammy and cold, like
+the touch of death.
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+  Transcriber’s Note
+  Italic text displayed as: _italic_
+  Bold text displayed as: =bold=
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Homemade
+  Candy—Sweet
+  and Dandy]
+
+
+_Whether you take candymaking seriously or like to make it only for
+special occasions, you will find the recipes for the most popular
+homemade candy in this folder. They were developed in the Best Foods
+Karo Kitchens, where candymaking is taken seriously. Karo syrup in
+the candy mixture helps to give a smooth, creamy texture as in fudge,
+a soft chewy texture as in taffy or a crisp non-sticky texture as in
+peanut brittle or candy apples._
+
+
+Crazy Crunch
+
+  1⅓ cups sugar
+  1 cup Nucoa or Mazola margarine
+  ½ cup Karo light or dark corn syrup
+  1 teaspoon vanilla
+  8 cups popped corn
+  ⅔ cup toasted pecans
+  1⅓ cups toasted almonds
+
+Combine sugar, margarine and corn syrup in 2 quart saucepan. Bring
+to boil over medium heat, stirring constantly. Continue boiling,
+stirring occasionally, 10 to 15 minutes or until mixture turns a
+light caramel color (290°F.). Remove from heat; stir in vanilla. Pour
+syrup over popped corn and nuts on baking sheet. Toss with two large
+spoons until popped corn and nuts are coated. Spread out to dry.
+Break into pieces and store in tightly covered container or plastic
+bag. Makes about 1¾ pounds.
+
+[Illustration: flowers]
+
+
+Candied Walnuts
+
+  1 cup sugar
+  ¼ cup Karo light corn syrup
+  ⅓ cup water
+  1 teaspoon rum extract
+  ¼ teaspoon salt
+  2 cups walnut pieces
+
+Combine sugar, light corn syrup and water in a 2-quart saucepan.
+Stirring constantly, cook over medium heat until sugar is dissolved
+and mixture comes to a boil. Continue cooking, stirring occasionally,
+until temperature reaches 235°F. or until a small amount of mixture
+dropped into very cold water forms a soft ball. Remove from heat. Add
+rum extract, salt and walnuts. Stir until mixture begins to thicken
+and turn white. Pour onto well greased baking sheet. Using 2 forks
+separate into clusters. Cool and store in an airtight container.
+Makes 1 pound.
+
+
+Pralines
+
+  1 pound light brown sugar
+  1 (5⅓-ounce) can evaporated milk
+  2 tablespoons Karo light corn syrup
+  ¼ cup Mazola or Nucoa margarine
+  1 teaspoon vanilla
+  1½ cups pecan halves
+
+Combine sugar, evaporated milk and corn syrup in 2-quart saucepan.
+Stirring constantly, cook over medium heat until mixture comes to
+a boil. Continue cooking, stirring occasionally, until temperature
+reaches 238°F. or until a small amount of mixture dropped into very
+cold water forms a soft ball. Remove from heat. Add margarine; do not
+stir. Cool to lukewarm (110°F.). Add vanilla and beat until creamy.
+Stir in pecans. Drop by teaspoonfuls onto waxed paper. Shape with
+a spoon into a 2½-inch circle, spreading pecans. Allow to remain
+undisturbed until the pralines are firm and sugared. Makes 1½ pounds.
+
+[Illustration: flowers]
+
+
+Old Fashioned Popcorn Balls
+
+  1 cup Karo light or dark corn syrup
+  1 cup firmly packed brown sugar
+  ¼ cup water
+  1 teaspoon vinegar
+  2 tablespoons Mazola or Nucoa margarine
+  2 quarts unsalted popped corn
+
+Combine corn syrup, brown sugar, water and vinegar in saucepan.
+Stirring constantly, cook over medium heat until mixture comes to
+a boil. Continue cooking, stirring occasionally, until temperature
+reaches 260°F., or until small amount of mixture dropped into very
+cold water forms a ball which is hard enough to hold its shape, yet
+plastic. Remove from heat. Quickly add margarine; blend. Slowly pour
+over popped corn in large bowl, mixing well. Shape into balls, using
+as little pressure as possible. (Grease hands, if desired.) Makes 15
+(2½-inch) balls.
+
+Pink Cinnamon Popcorn Balls: Follow recipe for Old Fashioned Popcorn
+Balls, using light corn syrup and substituting granulated sugar for
+brown sugar. Add ¼ cup red cinnamon candies to syrup when mixture
+boils.
+
+Pastel Popcorn Balls: Follow recipe for Pink Cinnamon Popcorn Balls,
+omitting red cinnamon candies. When adding margarine, add 2 teaspoons
+vanilla and enough food coloring for desired shade.
+
+
+Fondant
+
+  ⅓ cup Nucoa or Mazola margarine
+  ½ cup Karo light corn syrup
+  1 pound confectioners sugar, sifted
+  1 teaspoon vanilla
+
+Mix together margarine, corn syrup and 2 cups sugar in 3-quart
+saucepan. Cook over low heat, stirring constantly, until mixture
+comes to full boil. Stir in remaining sugar and vanilla. Remove from
+heat; stir until mixture holds shape. Pour into greased baking pan.
+Cool just enough to handle. Knead with lightly greased hands until
+smooth. (If candy hardens too much before kneading, work with spoon,
+then knead.) Knead in any desired flavoring and coloring. Shape into
+small patties, balls or use as filling for nuts, dates or apricots.
+Makes about 1⅓ pounds.
+
+[Illustration: flowers]
+
+
+Divinity
+
+  2½ cups sugar
+  ½ cup Karo light corn syrup
+  ½ cup water
+  ¼ teaspoon salt
+  2 egg whites
+  1 teaspoon vanilla
+  1 cup coarsely chopped walnuts or pecans (optional)
+
+Mix together sugar, corn syrup, water and salt in 2-quart saucepan.
+Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly, until mixture comes to
+boil. Reduce heat; cook without stirring until temperature reaches
+248°F., or until a small amount of mixture dropped into very cold
+water forms a firm ball which does not flatten on removal from
+water. Just before temperature reaches 248°F., beat egg whites in
+large bowl until stiff but not dry. Beating constantly, on high
+speed of electric mixer, slowly pour about ½ the hot syrup over
+egg whites. Then cook remaining syrup to 272°F., or until a small
+amount separates into threads which are hard but not brittle when
+dropped into very cold water. Beating constantly, pour hot syrup over
+first mixture about 1 tablespoon at a time, beating well after each
+addition. Continue beating until mixture begins to lose its gloss and
+a small amount of mixture holds soft peak when dropped from spoon.
+(If mixture becomes too stiff for mixer, beat with wooden spoon.) Mix
+in vanilla and nuts. Drop by teaspoonfuls onto waxed paper. Makes 1¼
+pounds or 48 pieces.
+
+
+Candy Apples
+
+  8 medium red apples
+  8 flat wooden skewers or spoons
+  2 cups sugar
+  1 cup Karo light corn syrup
+  ½ cup water
+  ¼ cup (1¾-ounce bottle) red cinnamon candies
+  10 drops red food coloring (optional)
+
+Wash and dry apples; remove stems and insert skewers into stem ends.
+Combine sugar, light corn syrup and water in heavy 2-quart saucepan.
+Stirring constantly, cook over medium heat until mixture boils and
+sugar is dissolved. Then cook, without stirring, until temperature
+reaches 250°F. or until small amount of syrup dropped into very cold
+water forms a ball which is hard enough to hold its shape, yet plastic.
+Add cinnamon candies and continue cooking to 285°F. or until small
+amount of syrup dropped into very cold water separates into threads
+which are hard, but not brittle. Remove from heat. Stir in red food
+coloring, if desired. Hold each apple by its skewer and quickly twirl
+in syrup, tilting pan to cover apple with syrup. Remove apple from
+syrup; allow excess to drip off, then twirl to spread syrup smoothly
+over apple. Place on lightly greased baking sheet to cool. Store in
+cool place. Makes 8 candy apples.
+
+[Illustration: flowers]
+
+
+Chewy Bars
+
+  ¾ cup Mazola or Nucoa margarine
+  ½ cup granulated sugar
+  ½ cup firmly packed brown sugar
+  ½ cup Karo dark corn syrup
+  1 tablespoon vanilla
+  4 cups quick oats
+  1 (6-ounce) package semi-sweet chocolate chips
+  ⅔ cup Skippy creamy or chunk style peanut butter
+
+Grease 1 (13 × 9 × 2-inch) baking pan. Blend margarine and sugars
+in mixing bowl. Stir in corn syrup and vanilla, mixing well. Mix in
+oats. Pat dough into bottom of prepared pan, moistening hands to
+prevent sticking. Bake in 350°F. (moderate) oven 20 to 25 minutes.
+Cool slightly. Melt chocolate chips and peanut butter over boiling
+water, stirring constantly. Spread over baked layer. Chill to set
+chocolate. Cut into bars. Makes about 6 dozen (3 × ½-inch) bars.
+
+
+10-Minute Fudge
+
+  3 (1-ounce) squares unsweetened chocolate
+  ¼ cup Mazola or Nucoa margarine
+  4½ cups (1 pound) sifted confectioners sugar
+  ⅓ cup instant nonfat dry milk
+  ½ cup Karo light or dark corn syrup
+  1 tablespoon water
+  1 teaspoon vanilla
+  ½ cup chopped nuts (optional)
+
+Grease 1 (8 × 8 × 2-inch) pan. Melt chocolate and margarine in top
+of 2-quart double boiler over hot water. Meanwhile sift together
+confectioners’ sugar and dry milk. Stir corn syrup, water and vanilla
+into chocolate margarine mixture. Stir in sifted sugar and dry milk
+in two additions. Continue stirring until mixture is well blended and
+smooth. Remove from heat; stir in nuts. Turn into prepared pan. Cool.
+Cut into squares. Makes 1¾ pounds.
+
+Quick Peanut Butter Fudge: Follow recipe for 10-Minute Fudge using
+light corn syrup and omitting chocolate. Melt ⅓ cup Skippy creamy or
+chunk style peanut butter with margarine.
+
+[Illustration: flowers]
+
+
+Old Fashioned Chocolate Fudge
+
+  3 tablespoons Mazola or Nucoa margarine
+  3 cups sugar
+  2 tablespoons Karo light or dark corn syrup
+  2 (1-ounce) squares unsweetened chocolate
+  ¾ cup milk
+  1 teaspoon vanilla
+  1 cup walnuts, coarsely chopped (optional)
+
+Grease 1 (8 × 8 × 2-inch) pan. Place margarine, sugar, corn syrup,
+chocolate and milk in a heavy 3-quart saucepan. Cook over medium
+heat, stirring constantly, until mixture boils. Continue cooking,
+stirring occasionally until temperature reaches (238°F.) or until
+a small amount of mixture dropped in cold water forms a soft ball.
+Remove from heat. Add vanilla. Cool to lukewarm (110°F.). Beat until
+fudge begins to thicken and loses its gloss. Fold in nuts. Quickly
+pour into prepared pan. For best results do not spread fudge or
+scrape out of pan. When cold, cut in squares. Makes 2 pounds.
+
+
+Salt Water Taffy
+
+  1 cup sugar
+  2 tablespoons Argo corn starch
+  ¾ cup Karo light corn syrup
+  ½ cup water
+  ½ teaspoon salt
+  2 tablespoons Nucoa or Mazola margarine
+  2 teaspoons vanilla
+
+Grease 9 × 9 × 2-inch cake pan. Mix sugar and corn starch in 1½-quart
+saucepan. Stir in corn syrup, water and salt. Add margarine. Cook
+over medium heat, stirring constantly, until mixture boils and sugar
+is completely dissolved. Continue cooking, without stirring, until
+temperature reaches 260°F., or until a small amount of mixture
+dropped into very cold water, forms a ball which is hard enough to
+hold its shape, yet plastic. Remove from heat. Stir in vanilla. Pour
+into prepared pan. Let stand until cool enough to handle. Pull with
+fingers until it has satin-like finish and light color. Pull into
+long strips, ½ inch wide. Cut 1-inch pieces with scissors. Wrap in
+waxed paper. Makes about 1 pound.
+
+[Illustration: flowers]
+
+
+Peanut Brittle
+
+  1 cup Karo light or dark corn syrup
+  1 cup sugar
+  ¼ cup water
+  2 tablespoons Mazola or Nucoa margarine
+  1½ cups salted peanuts
+  1 teaspoon baking soda
+
+Combine corn syrup, sugar, water and margarine in heavy 2-quart
+saucepan. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly until sugar
+is dissolved and mixture comes to boil. Continue cooking without
+stirring until temperature reaches 280°F. or until a small amount of
+mixture dropped into very cold water separates into threads which are
+hard but not brittle. Gradually stir in salted peanuts so mixture
+continues to boil. Cook, stirring frequently, until temperature
+reaches 300°F. or until small amount of mixture dropped into very
+cold water separates into threads which are hard and brittle.
+Remove from heat. Add baking soda; blend quickly, but thoroughly.
+Immediately turn onto heavily greased baking sheet. Spread mixture
+evenly to edges of baking sheet with a greased metal spatula. Cool.
+Break into pieces. Makes 1½ pounds.
+
+
+Caramel Chocolate Skrunch
+
+  2 cups corn flakes
+  1 cup crisp rice cereal
+  ½ cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
+  1 cup broken nuts
+  ¾ cup Karo dark corn syrup
+  ¼ cup sugar
+  2 tablespoons Mazola or Nucoa margarine
+  ½ teaspoon vanilla
+
+Cut top off of 1-quart milk carton. Combine cereals, chocolate chips
+and nuts in large bowl; set aside. Combine dark corn syrup, sugar and
+margarine in saucepan. Stirring constantly, bring to full boil over
+medium heat and boil 3 minutes. Remove from heat. Cool 10 minutes.
+Add vanilla. Beat mixture with wooden spoon until mixture turns a
+light brown and thickens. Pour over cereal mixture. Toss to coat
+evenly. Press firmly into milk carton. Chill 1 to 2 hours or until
+set. Loosen with spatula and slip out of carton. (Does not require
+refrigeration after loaf is set.) Makes about 1 pound.
+
+To Make Free Form Shapes: Do not press mixture into milk carton. Cool
+about 15 minutes, then shape as desired.
+
+Butterscotch Skrunch: Follow recipe for Caramel Chocolate Skrunch,
+substituting ½ cup butterscotch chips for chocolate chips.
+
+Mocha Skrunch: Follow recipe for Caramel Chocolate Skrunch, adding 1
+tablespoon instant coffee powder to syrup mixture before boiling.
+
+Peanut And Raisin Skrunch: Follow recipe for Caramel Chocolate
+Skrunch, substituting ½ cup raisins for chocolate chips, 1 cup
+chopped peanuts for broken nuts, and adding 1 teaspoon cinnamon to
+syrup mixture before boiling.
+
+Peanut Butter Skrunch: Follow recipe for Caramel Chocolate Skrunch,
+increasing rice cereal to 2 cups, omitting nuts and adding ½ cup
+chunk style peanut butter to syrup with flavoring. If desired, almond
+extract may be substituted for vanilla.
+
+
+  For
+  additional
+  copies
+  write to:
+
+  Consumer Service Department
+  Best Foods, a Division of
+  CPC International Inc.
+  International Plaza
+  Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey 07632
+
+[Illustration: =cpc= ® International]
+
+  2946-73-3D  PRINTED IN U.S.A.
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+
+                                Blank?
+
+                          By RANDALL GARRETT
+
+                         Illustrated by ENGLE
+
+                   Amnesia? Well, maybe--but how and
+                   where had he earned that $50,000?
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                          Infinity June 1957.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Bethelman came to quite suddenly, and found himself standing on
+the corner of 44th Street and Madison Avenue. He was dizzy for a
+moment--not from any physical cause, but from the disorientation. The
+last thing he could remember, he had been sitting in a bar in Boston,
+talking to Dr. Elijah Kamiroff. After the interview was over, they'd
+had a few drinks, and then a few more. After that, things began to get
+hazy.
+
+Bethelman rubbed his head. It wasn't like a hangover; his head felt
+perfectly fine. But how in the devil had he gotten here? He looked
+around. No one was paying any attention to him, but no one pays any
+attention to anyone on the streets of New York. Still feeling queer,
+he headed east on 44th Street.
+
+He wanted to sit down for a bit, and the nearest place was the little
+bar halfway between Madison Avenue and Grand Central Station. He went
+in and ordered a beer.
+
+What the hell had happened? He'd had too much to drink on several
+occasions, but he'd never gone to sleep in one city and awakened in
+another. Dr. Kamiroff must have put him on the plane; the biochemist
+didn't drink much, and had probably been in better shape than Bethelman
+had been.
+
+He glanced at his watch. Two-fifteen! Wow! The city editor would be
+wondering where he was.
+
+He went to the phone, dropped in a dime, and dialed the city desk. When
+the editor's voice answered, he said: "Hickman, this is Bethelman; I'm
+sorry I'm late, but--"
+
+"Late?" interrupted Hickman, "What're you talking about? You've only
+been gone half an hour. You sick or something?"
+
+"I don't feel too good," Bethelman admitted confusedly.
+
+"That's what you said when you left. Hell, man, take the rest of the
+day off. It's Friday; you don't need to show up until Monday if you
+don't want to. Okay?"
+
+"Yeah," said Bethelman. "Sure." His mind still didn't want to focus
+properly.
+
+"Okay, boy," said Hickman. "And thanks again for the tip. Who'd have
+thought Baby Joe would come in first? See you Monday."
+
+And he hung up.
+
+Bethelman stood there looking foolish for a full five seconds. Then
+things began to connect up. _Friday!_ It shouldn't be Friday.
+
+He cradled the phone and walked over to the bar where the barman was
+assiduously polishing a beer glass.
+
+"What day is this?" he asked.
+
+"Friday," said the white-jacketed barman, looking up from the shell of
+gleaming glass.
+
+"I mean the date," Bethelman corrected.
+
+"Fifteenth, I think." He glanced at a copy of the _Times_ that lay on
+the bar. "Yeah. Fifteenth."
+
+Bethelman sat down heavily on the barstool. The fifteenth! Somewhere,
+he had lost two weeks! He searched his memory for some clue, but found
+nothing. His memory was a perfect blank for those two weeks.
+
+Automatically, his hand went to his shirt pocket for cigarettes. He
+pulled out the pack and started to shake one out. It wouldn't shake, so
+he stuck his finger in the half empty pack to dislodge a cigarette.
+There was a roll of paper stuck in it.
+
+He took it out and unrolled it. It was a note.
+
+_You're doing fine. You know something's wrong, but you don't know
+what. Go ahead and investigate; I guarantee you'll get the answers.
+But be careful not to get anyone too suspicious; you don't want to get
+locked up in the booby bin. I suggest you try Marco's first._
+
+The note was unsigned, but Bethelman didn't need a signature.
+
+The handwriting was his own.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He looked at himself in the mirror behind the bar. He was clean
+shaven--which he hadn't been when he was drinking with Dr. Kamiroff in
+Boston. Also, he was wearing his tweed topcoat, which he had left in
+New York. A search of his pockets revealed the usual keys and change.
+In his billfold was three hundred dollars in cash--more than he'd ever
+carried around in his life--and a receipt for a new twenty-dollar hat.
+The receipt was dated the tenth.
+
+He took off his hat and looked at it. Brand new, with his initials on
+the sweatband.
+
+Evidently, he'd been doing something the past two weeks--but what?
+
+He remembered talking to Kamiroff about the variability of
+time--something about a man named Dunne. And he remembered the
+biochemist saying that time travel was physically impossible. For a
+second or two, Bethelman wondered whether he'd been projected into the
+future somehow. But if he had, he reasoned, he'd still be wearing the
+same clothes he'd had on in Boston.
+
+_No_, he decided, _it's something else. I've gone off my rocker. I'm
+daffy as a dung beetle. What I need is a good psychiatrist._
+
+But that didn't explain the note.
+
+He took it out and looked at it again. It still said the same thing. He
+decided that before he went to a psychiatrist, he'd do what the note
+said. He'd go to Marco's.
+
+After all, if he couldn't trust himself, who could he trust?
+
+Marco's was a little place down on Second Avenue. It wasn't the most
+elite bar in New York, but it wasn't the worst dive, either.
+
+Marco was standing near the door when Bethelman entered. "Ah! Mr.
+Bethelman! The package you were expecting is here. The--ah--_gentleman_
+left it." The beaming smile on his face was a marvel to behold.
+
+"Thanks," Bethelman said.
+
+Marco dived behind the bar and came up with a package wrapped in brown
+paper and an envelope addressed to Bethelman. The package was about
+three inches wide, a little less than six inches long, and nearly
+an inch thick. He slid it into his topcoat pocket and tore open the
+envelope.
+
+_There should be close to ten thousand dollars in the package_, the
+note said. _You promised Marco a grand of it if number 367 won--which,
+of course, it did. He got hold of the runner for you._
+
+Again, the note was in his own handwriting.
+
+He gave Marco the thousand and left. There were some things he'd have
+to find out. He went to his apartment on 86th Street and put in a long
+distance call to Dr. Elijah Kamiroff in Boston. After an hour, he was
+informed that Dr. Kamiroff was out of town and was not expected back
+for two weeks. Where had he gone? That was confidential; Dr. Kamiroff
+had some work to do and did not wish to be disturbed.
+
+Bethelman cursed the biochemist roundly and then went to his private
+files, where he kept clippings of his own stories. Sure enough, there
+were coverages of several things over the past two weeks, all properly
+bylined.
+
+Two weeks before, he had written the little article on research being
+done on cancer at Boston University School of Medicine, most of which
+he'd gotten from Dr. Kamiroff. No clues there; he'd evidently been
+behaving naturally for the past two weeks. But why couldn't he remember
+it? Why was his memory completely blanked out?
+
+He had to know.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He spent the next two weeks running down his activities during the
+blank period, and the more he worked, the more baffled he became. He
+had never been a gambling man, but he seemed to have become one over
+those two weeks. And a damned lucky one at that.
+
+Horse races, the numbers game, even the stock market, all seemed to
+break right for him. In the blank two weeks, Bethelman had made himself
+close to fifty thousand dollars! And every so often, he'd come across a
+little note from himself, telling him that he was doing fine. Once, a
+note he found in his bureau drawer, tucked among the socks, told him to
+invest every cent he had in a certain security and then sell the next
+day. He did it and made another nine thousand dollars.
+
+It was exactly four weeks to the day after he had sat in the bar with
+Dr. Kamiroff that he found the last cryptic note to himself. It was in
+his unabridged dictionary, laying right on the page which contained
+the word he happened to be looking up.
+
+_Tomorrow morning_, it said, _you will see Dr. Kamiroff. But don't
+expect him to explain anything to you until you have explained
+everything to him._
+
+So he would see Kamiroff in the morning, eh? He'd been trying to get
+hold of the biochemist every day for the past two weeks--and there had
+been no results.
+
+That night, just before bed-time, Bethelman drank a glass of beer. One
+glass. No more.
+
+And that's why he couldn't understand waking up the next morning with a
+king-size hangover. He rolled over in bed, moaning--half afraid to open
+his eyes.
+
+"Oooooh!" he said. "My head!"
+
+"Want a bromo?" a familiar voice asked sympathetically.
+
+Bethelman forced his eyes open. The stocky, smiling face of Dr. Elijah
+Kamiroff floated above him.
+
+Bethelman sat straight up in bed, his eyes wide. The effort made his
+head hurt worse. He looked around.
+
+He was in the upstairs guest bedroom of Dr. Kamiroff's suburban home.
+
+He turned to look at the biochemist, who was busily mixing a bromo.
+
+"What date is this?" he asked.
+
+Kamiroff looked at him with mild blue eyes. "It's the second," he
+said. "Why?"
+
+Bethelman took the glass of fizzing liquid and downed it. The pattern
+was beginning to make sense. He had gone to sleep in Boston the night
+of the first and awakened in New York on the fifteenth. Then he had
+gone to sleep in New York on the twenty-ninth and awakened on the
+second.
+
+It made a weird kind of sense.
+
+He handed the empty glass back to the biochemist and said: "Dr.
+Kamiroff, sit down. I want to tell you something."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Half an hour later, Kamiroff was rubbing his chin with a forefinger,
+deep in concentration. "It sounds wild," he said at last, "but I've
+heard of wild things before."
+
+"But what caused it?"
+
+"Do you remember what you did last night? I mean the night of the
+first?"
+
+"Not clearly; we got pretty crocked, I remember."
+
+Kamiroff grinned. "I think you were a few up on me. Do you remember
+that bottle of white powder I had in the lab down in the basement?"
+
+"No," Bethelman admitted.
+
+"It was diazotimoline, one of the drugs we've been using in cancer
+research on white mice. That whole family of compounds has some pretty
+peculiar properties. This one happens to smell like vanilla; when I
+let you smell it, you stuck your finger in it and licked off some of
+the powder before I could stop you.
+
+"It didn't bother me much; we've given it to mice without any ill
+effects, so I didn't give you an emetic or anything."
+
+The bromo had made Bethelman's head feel better. "But what happened,
+exactly?" he asked.
+
+"As far as I can judge," the biochemist said, "the diazotimoline has
+an effect on the mind. Not by itself, maybe; perhaps it needed the
+synergetic combination with alcohol. I don't know.
+
+"Have you heard the theories that Dunne propounded on the mind?"
+
+"Yeah," Bethelman said. "We discussed them last night, I think."
+
+"Right. The idea is that the mind is independent of time, but just
+follows the body along through the time stream.
+
+"Evidently, what the diazotimoline did was project your mind two
+weeks into the future--to the fifteenth. After two weeks--on the
+twenty-ninth--it wore off, and your mind returned to the second. Now
+you'll relive those two weeks."
+
+"That sounds like a weird explanation," Bethelman said.
+
+"Well, look at it this way. Let's just say you remember those two
+weeks in the wrong order. The drug mixed your memory up. You remember
+the fortnight of the second to the fifteenth _after_ you remember the
+fortnight of the fifteenth to the twenty-ninth. See?"
+
+"Good gosh, yes! Now I see how I made all that money! I read all the
+papers; I know what the stocks are going to do; I know what horses are
+going to win! Wow!"
+
+"That's right," Kamiroff agreed. "And you'll know where to leave all
+those notes to yourself."
+
+"Yeah! And on the afternoon of the fifteenth, I'll blank out and wake
+up in my bed on the morning of the thirtieth!"
+
+"I should think so, yes," Kamiroff said.
+
+"It makes sense, now." Then Bethelman looked up at the biochemist. "By
+the way, Dr. Kamiroff, I want to split this money with you; after all,
+you're responsible for what happened."
+
+The scientist smiled and shook his head. "No need of that. I have the
+diazotimoline, remember? You said you couldn't get hold of me on the
+phone; you said I was doing experimental work and couldn't be disturbed.
+
+"Now, just what do you think I'm going to be experimenting on for the
+next couple of months?"
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  Holly
+  Berries
+
+  From
+  DICKENS
+]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  _Holly
+  Berries_
+
+  From
+
+  DICKENS ·
+]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Copyright
+
+  DeWolfe Fiske & Co
+
+  Boston · 1898 ·]
+
+
+
+
+First Day.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    A good action is its own
+        reward.
+
+                   _Dickens._
+
+    The will to do well ... is the next
+          thing to having the power.
+
+                   _Mr. Pecksniff._
+
+    Forgiveness is a high quality,
+          an exalted virtue.
+
+                   _Martin Chuzzlewit._
+
+    In love of home the love of
+                country has its rise.
+
+                   _Old Curiosity Shop._
+
+    Tears never yet wound up a clock or worked
+              a steam-engine.
+
+                   _Sam Weller._
+
+
+
+
+Second Day.
+
+
+    Show me the man who says
+        anything against women,
+      as women, and I boldly declare,
+          he is not a man.
+
+                   _Pickwick._
+
+    Natural affection and instinct are the
+            most beautiful
+        of the Almighty’s works.
+
+                   _Charles Cheeryble._
+
+      It must be somewhere written that the
+              virtues of the mothers
+    shall occasionally be visited on the children,
+          as well as the sins of their fathers.
+
+                   _Mr. Jarndyce._
+
+    We can all do some good, if we will.
+
+                   _Dickens._
+
+
+
+
+Third Day.
+
+
+    In the cause of friendship ...
+                  brave all dangers.
+
+                   _Pickwick Papers._
+
+    Let us be among the few who do their duty.
+
+                   _Martin Chuzzlewit._
+
+          Fortune will not bear chiding.
+    We must not reproach her, or she shuns us.
+
+                   _Old Curiosity Shop._
+
+    It is an undoubted fact that all remarkable
+                  men have had
+        remarkable mothers.
+
+                   _Haunted Man._
+
+    Every man has his enemies.
+
+                   _Old Curiosity Shop._
+
+
+
+
+Fourth Day.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+        For Heaven’s sake
+              let us
+      examine sacredly
+    whether there is any
+      wrong entrusted
+    to us to set right.
+
+                   _Little Dorrit._
+
+    Surprises, like misfortunes,
+          rarely come alone.
+
+                   _Dombey and Son._
+
+    What the poor are to the poor is little known
+        excepting to themselves and God.
+
+                   _Bleak House._
+
+    An honest man is one of the few great works
+          that can be seen for nothing.
+
+                   _Martin Chuzzlewit._
+
+    Thinking begets thinking.
+
+                   _Oliver Twist._
+
+
+
+
+Fifth Day.
+
+
+    It’s a world of sacred mysteries,
+              and the Creator only
+          knows what lies beneath the surface
+              of His lightest image.
+
+                   _Battle of Life._
+
+    There is hope for all who are softened
+                and penitent.
+        There is hope for all such.
+
+                   _Haunted Man._
+
+    What I want is frankness, confidence,
+          less conventionality,
+    and freer play of soul. We are so dreadfully
+            artificial.
+
+                   _Dombey and Son._
+
+
+
+
+Sixth Day.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+      Only time shall show us
+          whither each
+    traveler is bound.
+
+                   _Little Dorrit._
+
+                Women, the tenderest and most
+                        fragile of all
+            God’s creatures, were the oftenest
+    superior to sorrow, adversity and distress.
+
+                   _Pickwick Papers._
+
+      The consciousness that we possess the sympathy
+                and affection of one being,
+    when all others have deserted us, is a hold, a stay,
+            a comfort, in the deepest affliction,
+        which no wealth could purchase, or power bestow.
+
+                   _Pickwick Papers._
+
+
+
+
+Seventh Day.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Cheerfulness and content are great
+            beautifiers, and
+      are famous preservers of good looks.
+
+                   _Barnaby Rudge._
+
+          The sea has no appreciation of great men,
+    but knocks them about like small fry.
+
+                   _Bleak House._
+
+              A joke is a very good thing ...
+    but when that joke is made at the expense of
+            feelings, I set my face against it.
+
+                   _Nicholas Nickleby._
+
+    There can be no confusion in following Him
+          and seeking no other footsteps.
+
+                   _Little Dorrit._
+
+
+
+
+Eighth Day.
+
+
+    There is no situation in life so bad
+        that it can’t be mended.
+
+                   _Pickwick Papers._
+
+        If the good deeds of human creatures
+    could be traced to their source, how beautifully
+                would even death appear;
+        for how much charity, mercy, and purified
+              affection would be seen to have
+        their own growth in dusty graves!
+
+                   _Old Curiosity Shop._
+
+    Use and necessity are good teachers--
+              the best of any.
+
+                   _Stagg._
+
+    Philosophers are only men in armour after all.
+
+                   _Pickwick Papers._
+
+
+
+
+Ninth Day.
+
+
+    You must expect to go out, some
+          day, like the snuff of a
+      candle; a man can die but once.
+
+                   _Little Dorrit._
+
+    Energy and determination have done
+          wonders many a time.
+
+                   _Bleak House._
+
+    Ride on over all obstacles, and win
+                the race.
+
+                   _David Copperfield._
+
+    In journeys, as in life, it is a great deal easier
+              to go down hill than up.
+
+                   _Nicholas Nickleby._
+
+    Let there be union among us.
+
+                   _Mr. Pecksniff._
+
+
+
+
+Tenth Day.
+
+
+    Among men who have sound and
+            sterling qualities,
+        there is nothing so contagious
+          as pure openness of heart.
+
+                   _Nicholas Nickleby._
+
+    There is not an angel added to the Host
+            of Heaven but does its
+      blessed work on earth in those that
+                loved it here.
+
+                   _Old Curiosity Shop._
+
+          There is a providence in everything;
+    everything works for the best.
+
+                   _Dombey and Son._
+
+    A man never knows what he can do till
+                  he tries.
+
+                   _Pickwick Papers._
+
+
+
+
+Eleventh Day.
+
+
+    Worldly goods are divided unequally,
+                    and man must not repine.
+
+                   _Bleak House._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Do as you would be
+          done by!
+      Forget and forgive!
+
+                   _Battle of Life._
+
+    But for some trouble and
+      sorrow we should
+    never know half the good
+        there is about us.
+
+                   _Haunted Man._
+
+    Gallantry in its true sense
+          is supposed to
+    enoble and dignify a man.
+
+                   _Martin Chuzzlewit._
+
+
+
+
+Twelfth Day.
+
+
+    We should all try to discharge
+              our duty.
+
+                   _Pickwick Papers._
+
+    Unless we learn to do our duty to those
+                  in our employ, they
+          will never learn to do their duty to us.
+
+                   _David Copperfield._
+
+    Simplicity and plainness are the soul
+                of elegance.
+
+                   _Old Curiosity Shop._
+
+    There are dark shadows on the earth, but its
+          lights are stronger in contrast.
+
+                   _Pickwick Papers._
+
+    There is always something to be thankful for.
+
+                   _Little Dorrit._
+
+
+
+
+Thirteenth Day.
+
+
+    We all have some bright day--many of us,
+              let us hope, among a crowd of others,--
+      to which we revert with particular delight.
+
+                   _Nicholas Nickleby._
+
+          Be forever grateful unto all friends. Especially
+    unto them which brought you up by hand.
+
+                   _Mr. Pumblechook._
+
+    Dignity and even holiness too, sometimes,
+          are more questions
+      of coat and waist coat
+            than some
+        people imagine.
+
+                   _Oliver Twist._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Fourteenth Day.
+
+
+    Vice takes up her abode in many
+          temples, and who can
+      say that a fair outside shall not
+            enshrine her?
+
+                   _Dr. Losberne._
+
+    Without strong affection and humanity of
+        heart and gratitude to that
+      Being whose code is Mercy, and whose great
+    attribute is Benevolence to all things
+                 that breathe,
+      happiness can never be attained.
+
+                   _Dickens._
+
+    Unchanging love and truth will carry
+          us through all.
+
+                   _Dickens._
+
+    Don’t try the feelings of any.
+
+                   _Martin Chuzzlewit._
+
+
+
+
+Fifteenth Day.
+
+
+    There is a great end to gain,
+        and that I keep before me.
+
+                   _Old Curiosity Shop._
+
+    If your destiny leads you into public life
+            and public station, you
+    must expect to be subjected to temptations
+          which other people is free from.
+
+                   _Pickwick Papers._
+
+    There is no substitute for thorough-going
+        ardent, and sincere earnestness.
+
+                   _David Copperfield._
+
+    If our inclinations are but good and open-hearted,
+              let us gratify them
+      boldly, though they bring upon us loss
+              instead of profit.
+
+                   _Martin Chuzzlewit._
+
+
+
+
+Sixteenth Day.
+
+
+    There is no royal road to learning, and what
+              is life but learning.
+
+                   _Our Mutual Friend._
+
+    Anxious people often magnify an evil and
+                                  make it worse.
+
+                   _Old Curiosity Shop._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Try not to associate
+        bodily defects with
+    mental, my good friend,
+              except for a solid reason.
+
+                   _David Copperfield._
+
+        What we have to do is to turn our faces in our
+    new direction, and keep straight on.
+
+                   _Our Mutual Friend._
+
+    Be careful to develope your talents.
+
+                   _A Tale of Two Cities._
+
+
+
+
+Seventeenth Day.
+
+
+    Nothing is past hope.
+
+                   _Christmas Carol._
+
+                There is scarcely a sin in the world
+    that is in my eyes such a crying one
+              as ingratitude.
+
+                   _Tom Pinch._
+
+          Truth and honesty, like precious stones,
+                        are perhaps
+    most easily imitated at a distance.
+
+                   _Nicholas Nickleby._
+
+    Life is made of ever so many partings
+          welded together.
+
+                   _Great Expectations._
+
+    The best among us need deal lightly
+                with faults.
+
+                   _Dickens._
+
+
+
+
+Eighteenth Day.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Monarchs imagine
+    attractions in the
+      lives of beggars.
+
+                   _Dombey and Son._
+
+        No man who was not a true gentleman
+            at heart ever was, since the
+    world began, a true gentleman in manner.
+
+                   _Great Expectations._
+
+        All happiness has an end--hence the chief
+    pleasure of its next beginning.
+
+                   _Old Curiosity Shop._
+
+    You should feel the Dignity of Labour.
+
+                   _The Chimes._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+        Nature often enshrines
+          gallant and noble
+    hearts in weak bosoms.
+
+                   _Old Curiosity Shop._
+
+
+
+
+Nineteenth Day.
+
+
+    It is the duty of a man to be just
+            before he is generous.
+
+                   _Martin Chuzzlewit._
+
+    It is difficult to offer aid to an independent
+            man.
+
+                   _Barnaby Rudge._
+
+    Go in and win--an admirable thing to recommend
+        if you only know how to do it.
+
+                   _Pickwick._
+
+        Dishonesty will stare honesty out of
+    countenance any day in the week, if there is
+            anything to be got by it.
+
+                   _Hunted Down._
+
+    The world is prone to misconstruction.
+
+                   _Dombey and Son._
+
+
+
+
+Twentieth Day.
+
+
+    There never were greed and
+        cunning in the world yet, that
+          did not do too much
+        and overreach themselves.
+
+                   _David Copperfield._
+
+    Be diligent, work for a steady independence,
+                  and be happy.
+
+                   _Dombey and Son._
+
+    It is not on earth that Heaven’s justice ends.
+
+                   _Old Curiosity Shop._
+
+        Women, after all, are the great props
+    and comforts of our existence.
+
+                   _Pickwick Papers._
+
+    Self-praise is no recommendation.
+
+                   _Bleak House._
+
+
+
+
+Twenty-first Day.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+      Every failure teaches
+        a man something,
+    if he will learn.
+
+                   _Little Dorrit._
+
+        Mystery and disappointment
+      are not
+          absolutely
+      indispensable to the
+        growth of love,
+    but they are often very
+      powerful auxiliaries.
+
+                   _Nicholas Nickleby._
+
+        The envious man beholds
+          his neighbor’s
+    honours even in the sky.
+
+                   _Barnaby Rudge._
+
+    A man can’t at all times be quite master
+                of himself.
+
+                   _Christmas Stories._
+
+
+
+
+Twenty-second Day.
+
+
+    May every blessing that a true and
+          earnest heart can call
+        down from the source of
+      all truth and sincerity cheer and
+            prosper you.
+
+                   _Oliver Twist._
+
+    God bless home once more, and all
+            belonging to it.
+
+                   _Haunted Man._
+
+    Perhaps it’s a good thing to have an unsound
+            hobby ridden to death.
+
+                   _David Copperfield._
+
+    Be as rich as you honestly can. It’s your
+              duty. Not for your
+        sake, but for the sake of others.
+
+                   _Little Dorrit._
+
+
+
+
+Twenty-third Day.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Who that has a heart fails to
+        recognize the
+    silent presence of another?
+
+                   _Barnaby Rudge._
+
+    Father Time is not always a
+          hard parent, and
+    though he tarries for none of
+          his children,
+      he often lays his hand lightly on
+                those who use him well.
+
+                   _Barnaby Rudge._
+
+    Second-hand cares, like second-hand clothes,
+            come easily off and on.
+
+                   _A Tale of Two Cities._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    It’s much easier to talk
+          than to bear.
+
+                   _Madam Mantalini._
+
+
+
+
+Twenty-fourth Day.
+
+
+    Where’s the good of putting
+            things off?
+        Strike while the iron’s hot.
+
+                   _Barnaby Rudge._
+
+    Money ... some people find their gratification
+            in storing it up,
+          and others in parting with it.
+
+                   _Martin Chuzzlewit._
+
+      Only the wisdom that holds the clue to
+          all hearts and all mysteries
+    can surely know to what extent a man can
+            impose upon himself.
+
+                   _Little Dorrit._
+
+    Every man came into this world for something.
+
+                   _Gabriel Varden._
+
+
+
+
+Twenty-fifth Day.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Perfect coolness and self-possession
+        ... are indispensable
+    accomplishments of a great mind.
+
+                   _Pickwick Papers._
+
+        The hill has not lifted its face to Heaven yet,
+                that perseverance will not
+    gain the summit of at last.
+
+                   _Nicholas Nickleby._
+
+          If you can’t get to be uncommon
+    through going straight, you’ll never get to do it
+              through being crooked.
+
+                   _Great Expectations._
+
+
+
+
+Twenty-sixth Day.
+
+
+    Cheerful of spirit and guiltless
+          of affectation true practical
+              Christianity ever is.
+
+                   _The Uncommercial Traveller._
+
+    Live at least, in peace, and trust in God
+                    to help.
+
+                   _Nicholas Nickleby._
+
+        Reflect upon your present blessings--
+    of which every man has many--not on your
+              past misfortunes,
+          of which all men have some.
+
+                   _Sketches by Boz._
+
+    All other swindlers upon earth are nothing
+              to the self-swindlers.
+
+                   _Great Expectations._
+
+
+
+
+Twenty-seventh Day.
+
+
+    There’s a moral in everything, if
+              we would
+        only avail ourselves of it.
+
+                   _Dombey and Son._
+
+      It is the highest part of the highest creed
+                to forgive before
+    memory sleeps, and ever to remember how the
+            good overcame the evil.
+
+                   _Haunted Man._
+
+    There is nothing, no, nothing innocent or
+        good that dies and is forgotten.
+
+                   _Old Curiosity Shop._
+
+    It does not follow that the more talkative a
+                  person becomes
+              the more agreeable he is.
+
+                   _Dickens._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Twenty-eighth Day.
+
+
+    Blustering assertion goes for proof half
+                over the world.
+
+                   _Little Dorrit._
+
+    From rough outsides serene and gentle influences
+              often proceed.
+
+                   _Dickens._
+
+    A generous nature is not prone to strong
+                aversions, and is slow
+        to admit them even dispassionately.
+
+                   _Little Dorrit._
+
+
+
+
+Twenty-ninth Day.
+
+
+    Work: don’t make fine playing
+          speeches about
+              bread, but earn it.
+
+                   _Ralph Nickleby._
+
+    If I do my duty, I do what I ought, and
+          do no more than all the rest.
+
+                   _Dombey and Son._
+
+        Do not strive and struggle to enrich
+    yourselves or to get the better of each other.
+
+                   _Martin Chuzzlewit._
+
+    People accustomed from infancy to lie on
+                down feathers,
+      have no idea how hard a paving-stone
+            is without trying it.
+
+                   _Hard Times._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Thirtieth Day.
+
+
+    Memory, however sad, is the
+          best and purest
+      link between this world and a better.
+
+                   _Nicholas Nickleby._
+
+          It’s enough for a man to understand his
+                    own business,
+    and not to interfere with other people’s.
+
+                   _Christmas Carol._
+
+    It’s a world full of hearts, and a serious world
+                with all its folly.
+
+                   _Battle of Life._
+
+
+
+
+Thirty-first Day.
+
+
+    Our judgments are so liable to be
+            influenced by many
+        considerations, which almost
+      without our knowing it, are unfair,
+    that it is necessary to keep a guard upon them.
+
+                   _Little Dorrit._
+
+    There are chords in the human heart--
+            strange varying strings--
+        which are only struck by accident.
+
+                   _Old Curiosity Shop._
+
+      It is well for a man to respect his own vocation,
+                      whatever it is;
+    and to think himself bound to uphold it, and
+        to claim for it the respect it deserves.
+
+                   _Little Dorrit._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber’s note
+
+
+Minor punctuation errors have been changed without notice. The
+following printer errors have been changed.
+
+=CHANGED  FROM                           TO=
+Page 12:  “always some thing to be”      “always something to be”
+Page 19:  “Go in an win”                 “Go in and win”
+Page 26:  “An Uncommercial Traveller.”   “The Uncommercial Traveller.”
+Page 31:  “what ever it is”              “whatever it is”
+
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+
+  ANARCHY
+
+
+  [Illustration: Tree]
+
+
+  by Robert LeFevre
+
+
+
+
+  Copyright 1959, by Robert LeFevre
+
+  Permission to reprint in whole or in part
+  granted without special request.
+
+  PRINTED IN COLORADO SPRINGS, U.S.A.
+
+  Published June, 1959
+
+  _Library of Congress Catalog Card Number:
+  59-13480_
+
+
+  THE FREEDOM SCHOOL
+  P.O. Box 165
+  Colorado Springs, Colorado
+
+
+
+
+EDITOR’S NOTE
+
+
+Robert LeFevre, president and founder of the Freedom School, has also
+served as the editorial writer for the Gazette Telegraph in Colorado
+Springs, since 1954. In addition to several thousand editorials, he
+has written numerous articles for the Freeman Magazine, including:
+“_The Straight Line_,” “_Jim Leadbetter’s Discovery_,” “_Shades of
+Hammurabi_,” “_Grasshoppers and Widows_,” and “_Coercion at the Local
+Level_.”
+
+His article “Even the Girl Scouts” (Human Events, 1953) led to a recall
+of the Handbook of this organization and extensive revisions. His book,
+“The Nature of Man and His Government,” has recently been published by
+Caxton Printers, Caldwell, Idaho.
+
+
+
+
+ANARCHY
+
+
+A rational being, intent upon learning the nature of liberty or
+freedom, is confronted almost at once with innumerable instances of
+governmental predation against liberty.
+
+As the subject of liberty is pursued, the more frequently and the more
+persistently the fact emerges that governments have been one of the
+principal opponents if not the only principal opponent to liberty.
+
+Invariably, this discovery leads the perspiring seeker after truth to a
+fork in the road. Is it possible, the aspirant to libertarian certainty
+asks himself, to pursue the end of the rainbow of liberty into a miasma
+of quicksand and uncertainty?
+
+Might I not end at a place where I would advocate the cessation of all
+government? And if I reached such a conclusion, would I not find myself
+aligned with the very forces I sought to oppose in the beginning,
+namely, the forces of lawlessness, chaos and anarchy?
+
+At this fork in the road, libertarians hesitate, some briefly and some
+for lengthy periods of time. The choice to be made is a difficult one.
+To abandon liberty at this juncture and to endorse minimal governments
+as devices which might prevent license, could cause the devotee of
+liberty to endorse the active enemy of liberty, albeit in small doses.
+On the other hand, to pursue liberty to its logical conclusions might
+end in an endorsement of license, The very antonym of liberty.
+
+It is at this juncture that the word “anarchy” rears its dreadful
+visage. It becomes incumbent upon sincere seekers after liberty to
+grapple with this word and to seek to understand its implications.
+
+Anarchy has very ancient roots. It is not wholly essential to probe to
+the last hidden tendril altho such a probe can be highly instructive.
+What does appear to be a necessary minimal effort, however, is to
+explore at least the principal authors of anarchistic thought with the
+view to discovering what it was that motivated these men.
+
+We can begin with William Godwin of England. Godwin is noteworthy as
+the “father of anarchistic communism” (Encyclopaedia Britannica).
+
+In 1793 he published the first of several works on this subject
+entitled, “Inquiry Concerning Political Justice.” He is probably most
+famous as the author of an anarchistic novel which he named, “Caleb
+Williams.”
+
+It was Godwin’s thesis that governments are instruments of eternal
+bickering and war; that wars are fought over property; that the
+ownership of property privately is the greatest curse ever to beset the
+human race. As a specific example of tyranny in its worst form, Godwin
+suggests marriage.
+
+Before we lay the soubriquet “crackpot” behind his name, let us look
+at the England of Godwin’s time to try to find an explanation for his
+radical conclusions.
+
+In Godwin’s day (1756-1836) with only a few minor exceptions, all
+property was owned by the nobility, which is to say by the persons
+favored by government. The common people owned little save the shirts
+on their backs. As for marriage, women were chattels, given by a male
+parent to another male, during a governmentally approved ceremony.
+The idea of one person actually owning and controlling another, which
+we would call slavery, and which Godwin saw as the marriage state, was
+repellent to him. He insisted that females were human beings and as
+such had as much right to individuality as males.
+
+To cure the malady, which Godwin saw as ownership of property, the
+early Briton recommended an abolition of governments. It was the
+government which sanctified and protected property rights, even in
+marriage. To return to a state of nature (see Rousseau) governments
+would have to be abolished.
+
+Be it noted to Godwin’s credit that he despised violence. And in
+this position he is far removed from both the true communist and the
+anarchists of action who followed him.
+
+The next anarchist to be examined is Pierre Joseph Proudhon of
+Bexancon, France (1809-1865). Proudhon drank deeply from Godwin’s well
+and came forward with certain modifications and extensions of the
+Godwin doctrine.
+
+Proudhon acknowledged a debt of gratitude to both Plato and Thomas
+More, a pair of dedicated socialists (see Plato’s “Republic” and More’s
+“Utopia”) and busied himself with some practical means for implementing
+the socialist dream.
+
+Like his precursors, he was fundamentally opposed to property
+ownership. His most famous work, “Qu’est-ce que La Propriete?”
+(“What Is Property?”), got him into immediate difficulties with the
+government. Proudhon, in this opus, declared that “property is robbery”
+and set about outlining a social order in which no property could be
+privately owned.
+
+The Encyclopedia Americana says that Proudhon was the “first to
+formulate the doctrines of philosophic anarchism.”
+
+It is probably true that there are no better writings extant extolling
+individualism as opposed to collectivism than Proudhon’s early essays.
+Yet, it should be recalled that Proudhon’s aim, in addition to a
+society free of governmental coercion, was a state in which property as
+a private device was abolished.
+
+It is also interesting to recall that Karl Marx was deeply moved by
+Proudhon’s arguments. The first of Proudhon’s writings appeared in
+print in 1840 and formed the basis of Marx’s first expostulations which
+appeared in 1842. Shortly thereafter, Marx veered away from Proudhon’s
+individualism and contrived his concept of collectivism as the natural
+and the inevitable course of history.
+
+Marx, however, was never an anarchist, despite the well-known phrase
+frequently attributed to him that in time the government of the
+proletariat would simply “wither away.” This phrase should properly be
+attributed to Lenin.
+
+However, it is known that Marx did make an attempt to lure the
+anarchists of France into the first “Internationale” and was hooted
+down for his pains. The anarchists of that time were shrewd enough to
+sense that the enlargement of government into a general holding company
+for all property, would never result in the abolition of private
+ownership of property. Rather, it would result in the perpetuation of a
+privileged class of persons who would have possession of the property
+to the exclusion of all others, the very contingency the anarchists
+sought to avoid. And since the aim of the anarchists was to eliminate
+exclusive ownership, they could not agree to the Marxist arguments
+respecting the usefulness of a government as the repository of all
+property.
+
+We pass from Proudhon to another noteworthy anarchist, the Russian
+Prince Peter Alexeivich Kropotkin (1842-1921). In his hands, the
+doctrine of anarchism took on an international aspect. In point of fact
+he added little to either Godwin or Proudhon, except the more grandiose
+concept of a world order. He suggested that ALL governments must be
+overthrown either peacefully or in any other manner after which “the
+present system of class privilege and unjust distribution of the wealth
+produced by labor that creates and fosters crime” would be abolished.
+
+It was Kropotkin who endeavored to preserve the ideals of a
+property-less society after the most exciting and destructive of all
+the anarchists had done his work. This was Michael Bakunin (1814-1876).
+Bakunin took his ideology both from Proudhon and from Marx and
+endeavored to unite the objectives of the former with the methods of
+the latter.
+
+Bakunin despaired of bringing about a state of universal
+property-less-ness by means of education and propaganda. So did Marx.
+Marx declared that those who owned property would never give it up
+without a struggle. This idea entranced Bakunin. He devised what was to
+be called “propaganda of action.”
+
+It was Bakunin’s contribution to anarchistic methods that persons
+who held governmental offices should be assassinated while they held
+office. Such assassination, he argued, would have a persuasive effect
+upon future politicians. If the offices could be made sufficiently
+dangerous and risky, there would be few who would care to hazard
+their necks in such unrewarding positions. The answer to the force of
+government, according to Bakunin, was the force of non-government. As
+an educational device, a thrown bomb was considered to be the final
+argument.
+
+It is unnecessary to embroider the result. The peaceful arguments
+of Proudhon and Godwin went by the boards as anarchists rallied
+to Bakunin’s banner. Beginning in 1878 there was a series of
+assassinations and attempted assassinations against the heads of
+governments.
+
+Germany’s Emperor William had a narrow escape and so did the German
+princes in 1883. In 1886 in Chicago, a bomb explosion in the Haymarket
+killed a number of persons. In the resulting hysteria, seven arrests
+were made, all of persons known to be teaching anarchy. Four were
+hanged, two drew life sentences, and one was imprisoned for 15 years. No
+one to this day is certain who threw the bomb.
+
+Anarchists were pictured in cartoons as bearded radicals carrying
+smoking bombs. President Carnot of France was assassinated in 1894. The
+Empress Elizabeth of Austria was assassinated in 1898. King Humber of
+Italy was assassinated in 1900. President McKinley was assassinated in
+1901.
+
+But Bakunin’s enthusiasm wrecked the anarchist movement despite all
+Kropotkin could do to save the fragments. These excesses, which have
+even been repeated in modern times, have had the effect of uniting
+public opinion against anything that smacks of anarchy.
+
+There were, of course, other anarchists. Some have credited Rousseau,
+and some even Zeno with the actual birth of the idea of a property-less
+society. But the four men briefly reviewed here, with the possible
+additions of Elisee Reclus and the American, Benjamin R. Tucker, made
+the major contributions to anarchist doctrine. There is no serious
+cleavage in anarchist ranks.
+
+It is these thoughts which must confront the libertarian as he seeks to
+understand the meaning of individualism, liberty, property, and so on.
+
+But in complete candor, the sincere libertarian cannot be called an
+anarchist whichever fork of the road he elects to pursue. It must
+be recalled that without exception, anarchists wished to do away
+with private ownership of property. Some advocated peaceful means
+ending the abolition of government. Some advocated violent means by
+destroying politicians in government. But by any yardstick employed,
+and whether we are speaking of “philosophic anarchists” or “anarchistic
+communists,” the central aim of the anarchist movement was to eliminate
+private ownership. The reduction of the government to zero was simply,
+to them, a necessary first step.
+
+In contrast, the libertarian is a better economist. From first to last
+he is in favor of private ownership. It is, in fact, the abuses of
+private ownership inflicted by government which arouse the most ardent
+libertarians.
+
+If we take the “communist” anarchists, we are confronted with violence
+as a means to abolish private ownership with the abolition of
+government as the first step. If we take the “philosophic” anarchists,
+we are confronted with essays on individualism and the desire to do
+away with private ownership by means of the elimination of government.
+
+The aim of the anarchist is to eliminate private ownership. The
+libertarian is dedicated to the perpetuation and the full enjoyment of
+private ownership.
+
+Never could two doctrines be more in opposition.
+
+The most constructive of the anarchists were, socially speaking,
+individualists, peaceful and harmless. The least constructive, socially
+speaking, were dedicated to the overthrow of force by counter force.
+But without exception, in the realm of economics, every anarchist comes
+unglazed.
+
+In brief, let us define the anarchist as a political individualist and
+an economic socialist. In contrast, the libertarian can be defined as
+an individualist, both politically and economically.
+
+As the libertarian approaches or hesitates at the fork in the road, one
+direction seems to him to indicate anarchy and the other, an advocacy
+of coercion in minor doses. But, on careful analysis, the branch which
+seems to carry the banner “anarchy” does no such thing.
+
+The libertarian, however he mulls over this dilemma to his progress,
+is not concerned with government. His concern is with liberty. He is
+not opposed to government. He favors freedom. The libertarian wishes to
+preserve all human rights, among which and predominantly among them is
+the right to own property privately and to enjoy it fully.
+
+The libertarian is a champion of individualism. He is an advocate of
+tools which can perform certain functions for him. He has no objection
+to the formation of any kind of tool that will assist him to protect
+his rights or his property. But he cannot brook the forceful compulsive
+tool which he is compelled to pay for when he has no use for it.
+
+He has no objection to policemen whose function is solely that of
+protection. But he resists the supposition that others know better than
+he, how much protection he needs or can afford.
+
+He sees in government a tool of man’s devising. He has no objection
+to this tool so long as it is totally responsive to the man who hires
+the tool and pays for its use. He does object to the employment of
+this tool by some against others in an aggressive manner, since he is
+primarily concerned with human liberty and the preservation of it for
+all individuals.
+
+But it is destructive of libertarian aims and objectives to label a
+seeker after total freedom with the opprobrium of “anarchist.”
+
+Economically speaking, all anarchists are, socialists, however they
+may coalesce to the political spectrum. Economically speaking,
+the libertarian is an individualist, believing in and supporting
+the concept of private ownership, individual responsibility and
+self-government.
+
+
+Information about the Freedom School will be sent on request.
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                               A STUDY OF
+
+                               MUSHROOMS
+                                  AND
+                             MUSHROOM SPAWN
+
+                                   BY
+
+                             EDW. H. JACOB
+
+
+                           West Chester, Pa.
+
+                    Copyrighted 1914, by E. H. Jacob
+
+
+
+
+  +-----------------------------------------------------------------+
+  |                              PREFACE                            |
+  |                                                                 |
+  |                                                                 |
+  |   This pamphlet has been written by one who has had a large     |
+  |   and successful experience in growing Mushrooms for the        |
+  |   markets. It was his misfortune to meet failure after          |
+  |   failure at first, due principally to poor Spawn,              |
+  |   unfavorable conditions of the beds and other reasons. He      |
+  |   is, therefore, unusually well qualified to guide those who    | 
+  |   desire to grow Mushrooms for home and local use.              |
+  |                                                                 |
+  |   It is my desire to give concise, accurate and most reliable   |
+  |   information without making any misleading or extravagant      |
+  |   statements, and to write in such a way as to be easily        |
+  |   understood and successfully followed.                         |
+  |                                                                 |
+  |                                           EDWARD H. JACOB       |
+  +-----------------------------------------------------------------+
+
+
+
+
+                      =THE SOURCE OF SUCCESS=
+
+It is acknowledged by all successful mushroom growers that the first
+and most important thing to be considered is the spawn. No matter how
+favorable conditions may be, no matter what care is taken in making the
+beds, selecting the location or composting the manure, if the spawn
+is not good, mushrooms will not be plentiful and in many cases no
+mushrooms at all will make appearance.
+
+The writer of this pamphlet spent nine years in carefully studying
+out the spawn question, and during that period spent thousands and
+thousands of dollars in experimental work. All of the different makes
+of spawn obtainable were tested, both French, English and American,
+with varying results. Sometimes he obtained a reasonable yield of
+mushrooms and frequently none at all.
+
+The result of all these experiments brought the conclusion that the
+only reliable method of producing spawn is by a grafting process
+discovered by Dr. B. M. Duggar while he was connected with the United
+States Department of Agriculture at Washington, D. C.
+
+This method of making spawn is directly responsible for the liberal
+supply of fresh mushrooms on the market in season. If we had to depend
+on foreign spawn, as in the past, mushrooms would still be scarce and
+high.
+
+The grower would rather pick a pound of mushrooms to each square foot
+of bed surface at an average price of 25 cents a pound than to pick
+one-half pound (more often less) at 50 cents a pound, which was the
+rule years ago.
+
+
+
+
+                  =MUSHROOMS GROWN FOR HOME USE=
+
+It is a very easy matter to plant a bed of mushrooms in the cellar or
+in an outbuilding, for home use, by following instructions and using
+good spawn. In this case the results are reasonably certain. It is a
+very great satisfaction to have this luxury during the entire winter
+season at the very lowest cost.
+
+Growing mushrooms on a large scale becomes more complicated, and would
+require the continuous attention of a competent and interested person.
+
+
+
+
+                 =HOW MANY MUSHROOMS ARE GROWN IN THE
+                           UNITED STATES=
+
+
+Conditions vary from year to year, and no accurate estimate is
+available as to how many pounds of mushrooms are grown in the United
+States. We manufactured and sold enough spawn last season to grow
+2,000,000 pounds of mushrooms, the output of the year having increased
+by 100,000 bricks over the previous year.
+
+This does not mean that new growers have come into the field, but,
+rather, the discarding of poor or unreliable spawn by old growers has
+been general.
+
+It would therefore be reasonable to conclude that from four to five
+million pounds of fresh mushrooms (aside from field-grown) are now used
+annually in the United States.
+
+
+
+
+              =COST OF GROWING A POUND OF MUSHROOMS=
+
+
+The actual cost of growing mushrooms varies according to the yield per
+square foot of bed surface. If one pound is picked to every square
+foot, the cost is much lower than when only one-half pound to the
+square foot is picked.
+
+Growers who are obliged to purchase manure at a distance, pay the
+freight on it and employ competent men to handle and care for the
+mushroom-growing plants, estimate the cost of producing mushrooms at 15
+to 25 cents per pound.
+
+Those who grow mushrooms for pleasure, and have their own stables, or
+get manure from a neighboring stable, are at very little expense and
+could grow mushrooms at less than half the above cost.
+
+[Illustration: _The above photograph shows a bed of Mushrooms grown
+from the Brandywine Spawn. This is no better than may be expected when
+local conditions are right. The entire house in which this photograph
+was taken averaged more than one and a half pounds of Mushrooms to
+every square foot of bed surface. They were grown by Edward H. Jacob,
+West Chester, Pa._]
+
+
+
+
+                          =MARKET PRICES=
+
+
+Users of mushrooms generally pay at the store from 40 to 60 cents a
+pound for mushrooms, and when these can be delivered from the grower to
+the user, these prices are not overestimated.
+
+If mushrooms are to be grown for the larger markets like New York,
+Philadelphia, Boston, Pittsburgh or other Eastern cities, the net
+prices realized by the Eastern grower will be much less. In fact, the
+markets occasionally are badly overstocked, and mushrooms sell below
+the actual cost of production. It would therefore seem to be most
+profitable when mushrooms can be delivered to the user by the grower.
+
+In a majority of smaller towns and cities mushrooms are rather scarce,
+and local dealers are glad to take them at compensating prices. Meat
+is high in price and likely to be still higher. Mushrooms can often be
+used as a most delicious substitute.
+
+
+
+
++--------------------------------------------------------------------+
+|                 =HOW TO COOK AND SERVE MUSHROOMS=                  |
+|                                                                    |
+|                                                                    |
+|   We have prepared a separate sheet giving the best and most       |
+|   practical ways of cooking mushrooms. This will be forwarded to   |
+|   anyone making application for it and enclosing a two-cent stamp. |
+|                                                                    |
++--------------------------------------------------------------------+
+
+
+
+
+             =OUR METHOD OF TESTING ORIGINAL CULTURES=
+
+
+Before our Brandywine Spawn is made up in quantity, the different
+varieties are first tested in our own beds and accurate record of
+production is each day carefully made.
+
+In this way we eliminate entirely unproductive varieties and choose
+only those which are most vigorous, perfect in shape and color and will
+make the greatest yield.
+
+[Illustration: _Spawn Plant located at West Chester, Pa. Since the
+above photograph was taken this plant has been doubled in size. It is
+located within half a block of the main freight depot, where ten acres,
+or two city blocks, had been purchased for the manufacture of The
+Brandywine Spawn._]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                           =PRICE LIST=
+
+The fact that Jacob’s Brandywine Spawn costs a little more than any
+other spawn made, and that the large and most successful growers are
+quite willing to pay more for it, means that they find it the most
+profitable to use.
+
+
+                =_The BEST is always the CHEAPEST_=
+
+Jacob’s Brandywine Spawn is made in three varieties, pure white, cream
+white and light brown at the following prices:
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+One brick is enough for 10 square feet of bed surface.
+
+  1 brick or more (by mail, prepaid), 35 cents a brick.
+  5 bricks or more (by express, not prepaid), 25 cents a brick.
+ 25 bricks or more (by exp. or frt., not prep’d), 20 cts. a brick.
+ 50 bricks or more (by exp. or frt., not prep’d), 18 cts. a brick.
+135 bricks (one case) (by exp. or frt., not prepaid), 15 cents a brick.
+
+Stamps, money orders or checks should accompany orders to insure prompt
+shipment.
+
+
+                        _Manufactured Solely by_
+
+                            EDWARD H. JACOB
+                                      WEST CHESTER, PA.,
+                                                      U. S. A.
+
+On the following pages will be found full and complete instructions for
+those who wish to grow Mushrooms for home use as well as for the market.
+
+
+
+
+             =SELECTION OF A PLACE TO GROW MUSHROOMS=
+
+
+Any cellar which maintains a uniform temperature of from 45 to 65
+degrees may be used.
+
+Any barn or outbuilding may be supplied with heat and used
+successfully, but the temperature should be kept as nearly uniform as
+possible.
+
+Any cold building which it is not practical to heat, may be planted
+during September while the weather is still warm and the beds allowed
+to get cold and even freeze up solid during winter months. Such beds
+will produce the finest kind of mushrooms during the early spring
+months when the temperature rises sufficiently.
+
+The larger growers usually build houses especially for mushrooms and
+heat by means of hot water pipes. Some use abandoned caves or mines,
+while florists often grow mushrooms successfully under greenhouse
+benches.
+
+
+
+
+                      =PREPARATION OF MANURE=
+
+
+Select _fresh_ horse manure where wheat or oats straw has been used as
+bedding.
+
+Never use old manure or manure mixed with shavings or sawdust.
+
+Place the fresh manure in a neat pile and cover with two or three
+inches of earth.
+
+In the course of three or four days turn the manure over, shaking and
+mixing the earth in thoroughly. Add water if necessary to keep the
+manure in reasonably moist condition.
+
+Cover again with earth which will be sufficient, and allow the pile to
+heat, through the action of bacteria in the manure, for five or six
+days. Then turn again, shaking up thoroughly each time, and turning
+the outer dried or whitened portion of the pile toward the centre. Add
+water with a sprinkler when necessary to keep plenty of moisture. After
+about four turnings in this way, covering a period of three or four
+weeks the manure will be sufficiently rotted and decomposed to make
+into the beds.
+
+
+
+
+                         =MAKING THE BEDS=
+
+
+The manure should be placed on the floor or prepared bed spaces to
+a depth of 8 to 10 inches in winter weather. In warm weather 6 or 7
+inches are enough.
+
+The compost should be compressed in making the bed and provided it is
+not too wet it may be tramped, which prevents too much drying out,
+while the manure is heating in the beds.
+
+The only practical test of the proper moisture content of the manure at
+time of making beds, is when upon compression in the hand water cannot
+readily be squeezed out of it.
+
+After the beds are made up they should be covered and allowed to heat
+for a week or ten days. After this length of time the temperature
+should be watched until it falls to 70 degrees, when the beds may
+safely be spawned. The temperature may be obtained by inserting a
+common glass thermometer in the manure.
+
+During the process of heating, after the beds are made up, the
+temperature often rises as high as 125 degrees, and it is never safe to
+spawn until it falls to 70 degrees.
+
+[Illustration: _The above illustration shows how an ordinary cellar may
+be fitted up either with beds on the floor or arranged in tiers, one
+above the other, in order to increase the growing surface._]
+
+
+
+
+                            =SPAWNING=
+
+
+The bricks of spawn should be broken into ten or twelve pieces and
+placed on the surface of the beds 8 to 10 inches apart each way. Then
+go over the bed again, raising the manure and burying the spawn about
+half-inch below the surface and tamping (pressing) firmly over each
+piece, leaving the bed level on top.
+
+In about two weeks dig up a piece or two of spawn carefully, and if the
+mycelium is noticed running out like a mould from the brick into the
+manure it is time to case.
+
+This is done by putting one inch of sifted soil evenly over the top of
+the manure.
+
+
+
+
+                           =VENTILATION=
+
+
+Where mushrooms are grown on a large scale, proper ventilation is very
+necessary. The overhead ventilators are generally preferred, as the
+ventilation is more uniform without draught.
+
+The ventilators should remain open when outside temperature is right,
+and at other times for one or two hours each day.
+
+Where small beds are used in cellars or out-buildings, extra
+ventilation is not so necessary.
+
+
+AVOID ALL DRAUGHTS.
+
+
+
+
+                            =WATERING=
+
+
+While the room should be kept moist, little or no water should be used
+on the beds after spawning till the mushrooms begin to appear, which is
+generally from six to eight weeks from time of spawning.
+
+Then the beds at first should be sprinkled lightly every day or two
+till the surface is quite moist, after that one or two sprinklings a
+week will be sufficient, according to the condition of the beds. If
+they get dry quickly water oftener.
+
+[Illustration: _Mushroom Growing Plant No. 2, built and operated by
+Edward H. Jacob, West Chester, Pa. This plant contains eleven separate
+Mushroom houses, with a total growing surface of 78,500 square feet;
+each building is 100 feet long._]
+
+
+
+
+                                PICKING
+
+
+The mushrooms should be picked once a day just before they open out.
+(_See cut._)
+
+The root should be twisted gently and taken out with the mushroom
+disturbing the earth as little as possible.
+
+The stems should be cut off and the mushrooms packed in baskets.
+
+When grown in small quantities, the 1-pound ventilated boxes are often
+used as a matter of convenience, but the large growers ship generally
+in four-pound baskets. (_See cut._)
+
+[Illustration: _Ripe Enough to Pick_]
+
+[Illustration: _The One-Pound Ventilated Boxes_]
+
+The beds may be expected to produce under ordinary conditions for
+a period of from two to four months, depending largely upon the
+temperature. At an average of 50 degrees they will yield at least four
+months and every other day would be quite often enough to pick.
+
+At 65 degrees they must be picked regularly every day and the crop will
+be almost completed in two months.
+
+Cooler temperature makes heavier and better mushrooms.
+
+
+
+
+                       =Points to Remember=
+
+
+Mushrooms cannot be successfully grown at a temperature above 65
+degrees. A temperature of 70 degrees for 24 hours will kill all
+growing mushrooms, but more will come up from the same beds when the
+temperature falls.
+
+Violent fluctuations in temperature are undesirable.
+
+Cold will retard growth, but will not otherwise injure the beds.
+Freezing will destroy mushrooms already above the ground, but will not
+hurt the spawn in the beds.
+
+There is probably more injury done by overwatering than by any other
+one thing.
+
+Keep the surface moist but never soak the beds.
+
+Never cover the bed with earth until it has been spawned 10 days or two
+weeks, or the temperature of the manure may rise sufficiently to injure
+the spawn.
+
+Never purchase spawn because it is cheap, neither be led into paying
+extravagant prices through misleading advertisements.
+
+If any insect pest makes appearance or any diseased condition arises,
+write the United States Department of Agriculture at Washington, D. C.,
+for information.
+
+Spawn should be as fresh as it is possible to obtain it, should be kept
+in a cool dry place till used. Improper storage will damage it in a
+comparatively short time.
+
+Imported brands of spawn are apt to be old and often worthless.
+
+[Illustration: _THE FOUR-POUND SHIPPING BASKET_]
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber’s Note:
+
+Words and phrases in italics are surrounded by underscores, _like
+this_. Those in bold are surrounded by equal signs, =like this=.
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+
+                    the satellite-keeper's daughter
+
+                           By MARK REINSBERG
+
+         It isn't advisable to get that gleam in your eye when
+         you're out in space. It can lead to complications....
+
+    _Chicago's own Mark Reinsberg, associated with Shasta Publishers,
+    the SF house, there, makes a first appearance in these pages
+    with this quiet little story of a susceptible trucker--galactic
+    style--who once swore by Mattapenny's otherwise so dependable
+    GALACTIC GUIDEBOOK._
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                   Fantastic Universe December 1956.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+Sex and space don't mix. And Mattapenny's _Galactic Guidebook_ can't be
+trusted.
+
+If you doubt either proposition, ask Bill Brack. It's hard to tell
+what he thought about women, but all space truckers used to look upon
+Mattapenny's little red book as a sort of interstellar Bible.
+
+"Looking for a planet to stop over at?" they'd say. "Place to get good
+meals? Decent room for the night? You can't go wrong with Mattapenny!"
+
+Brack did.
+
+You see, the _Galactic Guidebook_ lists Corbie as one of the five small
+fuel stations sharing the outer-most orbit of the Dryodean planetary
+system. The latest edition still gives Hotel Eros two asterisks.
+
+Now, two asterisks (**) is supposed to mean "Plain but fairly
+comfortable".
+
+"Sure," says Brack, "the hotel may lack an up-to-date Dreamawake or a
+Time-conditioner, but at least you expect your room to have a Vibrobath
+and controllable gravity."
+
+None of this at the Hotel Eros. Brack shakes his head complainingly.
+"You sleep in a primitive 7/8G-bed. You wash yourself with
+old-fashioned magnetic water. And oxygen service costs 10% extra."
+
+Some people ask: "Then why in the world did you stay there?"
+
+"Had to," Bill answers. "I was hauling out of Dryod-7 with a cargo
+of deluplasm. Damn valuable stuff, consigned to Hesdin-2. Well, I'd
+figured the time a little wrong, and it left me with twelve hours
+to kill before our convoy jumped off. And you know how it is. I was
+facing three weeks of interstellar rations, and I had a sudden yen
+for nonsynthetic food. So I looked in the guidebook, and there was
+Corbie...."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Brack was disappointed from the start. When he sat at a table of the
+hotel restaurant and studied the menu, he saw it was all synthetics.
+
+"Blast it!" he barked into the table phone, "haven't you anything else?"
+
+"I understand how you feel, mister." It was a live human female voice
+that answered, not the usual robot. "Hold on. I'll come out and see if
+I can help you."
+
+Through the kitchen door emerged a young girl, short and white-skinned,
+but very well proportioned.
+
+"Outbound?" she queried. Her pretty face was clouded by an unhappy
+expression.
+
+"Yes, and I wanted something with a little taste to it, a little
+substance."
+
+"Such as what?" said the girl, tossing her long blond hair.
+
+Brack looked at the girl carnivorously. "A steak."
+
+She smiled sympathetically. "We haven't anything of that sort. Sorry."
+She stared at him with light blue eyes the color of moonstones. "How do
+you happen to land at this miserable place? Fuel?"
+
+"I'm early for my convoy."
+
+Brack stared at the girl's face and he could see it was the mask of
+some hidden, tragic emotion.
+
+"You weren't thinking of staying at the Hotel Eros?" she inquired in a
+voice edged with repugnance.
+
+"Well, I do have about twelve hours."
+
+The girl was emphatic. "Take my advice, mister. Spend them in your
+ship."
+
+A man's voice crackled over the table phone. "Esther!"
+
+She looked startled. "Yes?" she said, leaning over the table to speak
+into the phone.
+
+('Beautiful!' thought Brack. 'She must have some Earth-blood in her
+veins.')
+
+The man's voice was angry, strident. "Don't gab with the customers!"
+
+Esther stood up, a blush of embarrassment on her milky-white cheeks.
+
+"Your order, please?" she said to Brack, stiffly.
+
+The trucker put his big, brown-colored hand over the phone. "Who's
+that character?" he asked with distaste. "The boss?"
+
+The girl nodded unhappily. "I didn't realize he was listening."
+
+"Sounds like a tyrant." Brack uncovered the phone. "What's the closest
+thing you have to beefsteak?"
+
+"Why don't you try some of our roasted pradolan? It's quite good," she
+added for the boss's benefit. "Specialty of the house."
+
+"There's just one thing I want to know," said Brack. "Is it synthetic?"
+
+The girl smiled sadly. "I'd do anything for some real food myself. I
+haven't left Corbie in seven years."
+
+"What makes you stick around a place like this? Married?"
+
+"No. My father owns the Eros."
+
+"You're free, brown and twenty-one," said Brack somewhat inaccurately.
+"He can't make you stay if you want to leave."
+
+Esther waved warningly at the table phone and Brack again covered it
+with his hand.
+
+"Maybe he can't legally, but there's only one passenger ship between
+here and the planets every year, and they've refused me a ticket twice
+now."
+
+"Sounds pretty rotten to me," said the trucker. "Well, what if you got
+married to some guy? Then he couldn't--"
+
+A heavy-set white man, bald and bullet-headed, strode out of the
+kitchen and seized the girl roughly by the arm.
+
+"Now I told you not to gab with the customers and I meant it!" he
+snarled. "You get back there in the kitchen where you belong!"
+
+She tried to wrench free of his grip. "Take your hands off me!"
+
+Slap! He batted her across the cheek with his open hand and she
+staggered from the blow. "No back talk, young lady! Now, git!"
+
+The trucker half rose from his seat, his fists clenched, but it was
+over too quickly for him to intervene. And after all, he reflected
+later while eating the pradolan roast, the man was her father.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+With some misgivings, Brack checked into the hotel. It was a tiny
+installation--perhaps nine or ten rooms. His own cubicle was a drab
+affair, with neither entertainment screen nor sleep-inducer.
+
+He had just tested the 7/8G-bed with disgust when there was a buzz at
+the door. It was Esther, holding some linens.
+
+"They have you doing everything around here," Brack said with empathy.
+"What are these?"
+
+"Towels. You use them after you wash."
+
+"Boy, this sure is ancient!"
+
+Esther's eyes betrayed deep torment. "I know. I would do anything to
+get away from this place."
+
+She put the towels in a rack. The trucker was lying on the bed,
+contemplating the girl's deft, graceful movements.
+
+"Listen," he said, "why wait for a passenger ship? Why not arrange
+secretly with one of the cargo ships that stop here? I know if I was
+inbound--"
+
+"Don't even say it!" she expostulated. "It's very kind of you, but
+certainly you've heard of the Pledge Act? My father could prosecute
+any cargo ship, no matter where it landed in the planets. You know,
+unlicensed transport of people."
+
+She paused to look at herself in a mirror above the washstand. Brack's
+eyes were on her bare, marble-white shoulders, her finely sculptured
+bosom. She sighed.
+
+"No, my only chance is to get away from the Dryodean System altogether.
+If I go to another star--where the Pledge Act wasn't even heard of--"
+
+She brushed back her long blond hair with an unconscious gesture, like
+a maiden getting out of a degravity pool.
+
+Brack said thoughtfully: "Esther, if you're really determined to get
+away from here, maybe I can help you. I'm taking a cargo to Hesdin.
+Your old man couldn't reach you there, or prove anything against me,
+either."
+
+The girl's moonstone eyes flared up in hope, but she hesitated. "I
+don't have very much money. I couldn't make it worth your while,
+financially."
+
+"That part is unimportant. The thing for you to consider is the
+situation on Hesdin-2. It's a new colony; life there is pretty
+primitive."
+
+Esther waved at the room. "Any more so than here?"
+
+Brack grinned. "Not much more. But then also, you've got to remember
+that it's a three-week trip. Pretty monotonous. Just the two of us."
+
+She looked him in the eyes with understanding.
+
+"I'd try not to get in the way."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+They met in the middle of the night at Brack's ship. Working slowly,
+soundlessly, they opened a cargo case and removed enough unit boxes to
+make room for the girl.
+
+Esther settled down in the container.
+
+"I'm afraid that isn't too comfortable," Brack apologized, "but you'll
+only have to put up with it four hours. I take off at seven."
+
+"That's all right, Bill. Just so there's no delay. My father expects me
+to open the dining room at seven."
+
+"We'll be ten million miles away before he misses you," said Brack. He
+put the top on loosely, faking the straps across the cover, so the
+girl could breathe.
+
+In his room again, Brack lay with arms folded under his head, thinking
+honeyed thoughts. He would have Esther's pleasant company. His cargo
+was a valuable one. Two-thirds of the receipts on Hesdin-2 would
+represent sheer profit. Perhaps it would be enough to establish him
+in some kind of a local freight business. Esther could make a man a
+wonderful partner. Lovely, delectable girl!
+
+He reminded himself that they were not safely away from Corbie yet, and
+he passed the remaining hours in the Hotel Eros sleeplessly anxious.
+
+Brack delayed going to his ship until the last minute before takeoff
+time. Then, as he half-feared, he saw a customs officer standing beside
+the airlock.
+
+The trucker tried taking the offensive. "Gosh, I'll be late for my
+convoy if I don't leave right away."
+
+"Sorry, sir, but I'll have to inspect your ship." He was a burly,
+tough-looking character in pale green uniform, blocking the doorway
+with a flatfooted, wrestling stance.
+
+Brack sensed that a contest of fists might not end in his favor. He
+unlocked the entrance and waved the official in with reluctance. "Take
+a look, but I've already gone through customs on Dryod-7. I can show
+you my clearance."
+
+"This isn't customs exactly," said the man. "We're searching for a
+person."
+
+"A person?" (The old man sure kept a close watch on his daughter.) "I'm
+the only person aboard this ship."
+
+The customs official remained polite. "Yes, I understand that, sir. But
+Mr. Eros' daughter is missing. He thinks she may have stowed away on
+your ship."
+
+"Impossible! I had the ship locked."
+
+They stepped into the pilot's cabin, a tetrahexahedron-shaped room
+crowded with multiple-monitor screens of an astrogation-computer. Brack
+threw the ignition switch to start the buildup in the ship's nuclear
+engine.
+
+"What is your cargo?" the customs man demanded.
+
+"Fifteen cases of deluplasm," said Brack with unfeigned anxiety.
+
+The official debated with himself. "I believe it would be best if I
+opened the cases."
+
+Brack looked at his watch with desperation. "But we don't have time!
+That would take at least a half-hour! I'd miss the other ships! And
+you know what that would mean. I couldn't navigate interstellar space
+alone, not at a hundred times the speed of light. I'd be stuck here in
+the Dryodean System until the next fleet left. That might be months!"
+
+He grabbed the official's arm. "Please, fellow, give me a break!"
+
+The customs man considered. "Well, since the ship was locked, it
+does seem unlikely that the girl has hidden herself here. I certainly
+wouldn't want you to lose your convoy."
+
+Brack smiled in relief and started the rocket engine secondaries.
+
+"Thanks a million."
+
+"But just to protect me in case the girl has run off somewhere--I want
+you to sign this form."
+
+Brack felt a twinge of suspicion, but more of a twinge of haste. "Sure.
+What kind of a form is this?"
+
+"It simply says that I inspected each case in your presence and found
+the contents identical with your bill of lading. This girl has made
+several attempts to leave Corbie in the past. This is my protection in
+case she's finally succeeded."
+
+The customs officer made the slightest perceptible wink. Brack signed.
+
+He took off immediately. He was already ten minutes late. He had to
+blast at top speed for the next hour, continually correcting his
+navigation. There was no time to go back and let Esther out of the
+cargo room. He had to remain at the controls, feeding data into the
+computer, modifying course as solutions flashed on the screens.
+
+Finally, Brack sighted the convoy and maneuvered into pattern just as
+the fleet was dematerializing into supra-space. He set his ship on
+pantagraph-automatic with the lead navigator, then hastened to the
+cargo hold.
+
+Esther was not there. Neither were ten of the fifteen cases of
+deluplasm. Two-thirds of his cargo had been hijacked.
+
+It was of course pointless for Brack to turn around and raise hell on
+Corbie. With the waiver he'd signed for the customs officer, he'd only
+look ridiculous. All he could do was continue to Hesdin-2 with his
+one-third cargo. At least he'd break even on the trip; Esther and her
+co-workers had been that considerate.
+
+No, sex and space don't mix.
+
+And it's high time that Mr. Mattapenny deleted the Hotel Eros (**) from
+his little red guidebook.
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+                               SAKNARTH
+
+                        By MILLARD VERNE GORDON
+
+     (Author of "The Planet of Illusion," "Revolving World," etc.)
+
+             The Master Astrologer was willing to give his
+            life--if only the torch of what little learning
+                existed in the land could be passed on.
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                Science Fiction Quarterly Spring 1942.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+"The lights upon the Morning Star." How well he remembered that phrase.
+Twenty years it must have been since Kwarit had whispered it to him, at
+the great trial where they had accused Kwarit of heeding the signals of
+the Evil One.
+
+As he had been led away, he had managed to whisper to young Saknarth,
+then a mere neophyte, the strange phrase that had lingered, echoing
+and reechoing through the young student's mind all these years. From
+neophyte to the Master Astrologer of the Imperial Observatory. It would
+be more than forty years by the third planet's hurried pace. Did the
+lights still glow upon the Morning Star?
+
+Saknarth glanced over at the chronometer. It would be a half hour
+before the Morning Star rose. There was work to be done; he must
+prepare the day's horoscope. He laughed to himself. What fools priests
+and rulers must be to believe that the stars foretold the future.
+What an upset if they learned how it all originated in the minds of
+astrologers--no more the guesswork based upon a knowledge of the past.
+Well, so far, thought Saknarth, my forecasts have been more or less
+true.
+
+Seating himself at a little desk in the shaded glow of an oil lamp,
+he proceeded to write his prophecies, taking care to befog them with
+astrological formulae and mystic bosh.
+
+A half hour passed. Already a dim light glowed deep in the eastern
+horizon. Now from low in the sky a blue star gleamed, a steady glowing
+mote of light heralding the dawn. The Morning Star.
+
+Saknarth pushed back his stool from the desk and stood up. He glanced
+through the open panel at the planet. Then over to the largest
+telescope in the observatory, a twenty inch reflector. He applied his
+single round eye to the eyepiece and gazed at great Kurnal, largest of
+the inner planets.
+
+A crescent of brilliant light, the major part of it dark. It was
+nearing its closest, Saknarth thought. The sun was behind it and the
+night side was presented to Mars. The thin crescent glowed brightly. He
+could see dimly dark shading of landmasses in that area, but the rest
+was dark, unlit.
+
+Saknarth reflected. Here it was that Kwarit had seen his lights, in the
+dark of the Earth. But then he was using a bigger instrument; he was
+using the great fifty inch reflector, largest ever made. That had been
+removed. The priests had said that it was accursed of the Devil and
+they had taken it and placed it in the Hall of Evil Things. None were
+permitted to look through it. Saknarth swore softly to himself. Oh for
+a glimpse through it, for a single glance--
+
+The day was nearly over. Saknarth had delivered his horoscope to the
+Emperor and had served his moments at the court; now he was wending
+his way homeward through the narrow streets of Lucas Phoenicus. He saw
+before him a great building, the Imperial Museum. Suddenly a thought
+struck him; he would like to see Kwarit's telescope.
+
+Accordingly he entered the vast institute. Through the long passages he
+went, past the exhibits of stuffed beasts and catalogued plants, and
+the many rooms of ancient empires and lost peoples. Through all these
+he went into the wing where lay the Hall of Evil Things. This was well
+guarded he thought. Two helmeted and cuirassed soldiers stood before
+the entrance. Their single eyes gleamed suspiciously at all passers
+by, their stumpy horns capped by dangerous looking steel spikes, their
+hands resting upon huge maces at their sides. They halted Saknarth as
+he sought to enter, but he showed them his credentials as a member of
+the Imperial Court and was permitted to pass. Down the hall he strode,
+past cases of forbidden books, evil robes, devil haunted, and mummeries
+of all kinds to the very end where, behind an iron railing, stood the
+telescope.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The Master Astrologer leaned on the railing and stared at it. The huge
+mirror, kept in condition by the attendants, gleamed brilliantly. The
+great instrument at the end of the hall near the window, the Eastern
+sky visible. The sun rose in sight of that window, and the Morning
+Star. From where the telescope stood, it should be possible to train
+it on the planet.
+
+The Master Astrologer became excited; he glanced around hurriedly
+for fear someone might have witnessed. Then carefully he took in all
+details of the lay of the room, turned and walked out.
+
+It was dark. A chill wind from the deserts swept through the deserted
+streets of the Martian capital. A period of deepest silence when even
+the eternal thumping of the canal pumps died down to a dull distant
+hum. In the dim stretches of the hour before dawn the city was at its
+quietest. On the street corners a few sleepy guards leaned against
+walls and closed their single great eyes in rest for a moment.
+
+Down a side street in the darkest shadows slipped a figure. Dark
+cloaked, treading upon cushioned toes, it crept from building to
+building, keeping as much as possible in the recesses of arches of the
+little carved balconies Martian buildings are wont to have. Finally
+the figure came to a halt in a doorway. It stood for a moment looking
+around to make sure of the place and then producing a long thin
+instrument, picked the lock and rolled aside the door.
+
+Saknarth stepped softly inside the dark hallway, rolled the door shut.
+He listened a moment, then assured by silence tip-toed forward up
+the incline that he knew lay to one side of the hall. Up he climbed.
+Reaching a floor, he turned quickly and groped for the next incline,
+reached it and ascended again. Soon he came to where there were no more
+floors, and pushing aside a trap door, stepped out on the roof.
+
+It was not so dark up here. The dim lights of the two tiny moons added
+to the lights of the myriad stars to cast a misty white glow upon
+objects.
+
+The astrologer tip-toed silently across the roof onto an adjoining
+one. On he progressed to come finally to the great wall of a building
+looming up above. Set in this wall was a large window about fifteen
+feet above his head.
+
+Saknarth groped under his cloak, drew out a long thin rope. To the end
+of this he fastened a small, strong double hook making an effective
+grappling iron.
+
+He stepped back, whirled it around his head and tossed it upwards.
+It struck the wall just below the sill, bounded back. He waited and
+listened; no one had heard. Again he tossed the rope; and this time the
+hook caught in the carved decorations of the window sill.
+
+Saknarth pulled; the rope held. He whispered a short prayer and
+grasping high on the rope raised his feet off the ground. Immediately
+he swung inward to touch the wall with his feet. Then, slowly and
+laboriously, climbed up the rope.
+
+Reaching the sill, Saknarth threw a leg over and lay quiet for a
+moment. Still safe. He drew out his lock-picking instrument and easily
+opened the window enough to permit him to creep through and drop
+silently on the other side.
+
+The long hall was dark and quiet. No one had heard him. He looked up.
+There next to him loomed the great telescope.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Saknarth stepped over the railing and perched himself on the observer's
+seat. He polished the eyepiece fondly, grasped the hand wheels. Turning
+these, he swung the heavy instrument downwards, down till it faced the
+open window and the coming dawn.
+
+There, low in the heavens hung the Morning Star. It glowed brightly
+and seemed to beckon and encourage him on. He set the readings on the
+clockwork adjustment, applied his eye to the lens.
+
+A brilliant crescent shining with the blue green radiance of the third
+planet. Much larger than ever the Master Astrologer had seen it. He
+stared eagerly at the now sharply outlined land masses visible, noting
+the green color of some and wondering if it could be the green of
+vegetation.
+
+He drew his gaze from the bright crescent to stare at the dark portion.
+It was not truly dark. A dim grey light seemed to show up vague
+suggestions of continents and seas, the reflected light of Kurnal's
+huge moon, he thought. But the lights: he must look for the lights.
+
+Long he stared and suddenly he saw them. A tiny dot of white light
+glowing in the center of the dark disc. Now several others caught his
+view; his heart thumped wildly. The lights were there; Kwarit had
+spoken truthfully. He stared avidly at them. Cities, he thought: could
+they be cities? He dismissed the thought as soon as it had come as
+being foolish. There were many. He tried to count them. Most were in
+the Northern half, yet there were one or two in the southern zone, too.
+Many on top and a few below. A strange sense of having seen that design
+before entered his mind. The arrangement was peculiar; he studied it
+closely.
+
+The Sign of Dallon! He recognized it. The ideograph of Dallon the
+prophet was exactly like that. The Sign of Dallon on the face of
+Kurnal. The prophecy. He remembered it from his student days.
+
+Dallon, one of the ancient founders of the priesthood, had declared;
+"Man shall be humble and bow down to the gods; he shall revere those
+who are their priests and prophets; he shall not deem to impose upon
+their domains and shall support and obey them. This shall be until the
+Sign of Dallon shall appear on the face of the Morning Star. Then will
+Man rise above the gods. And that time is Never."
+
+The time had come; the priesthood should no longer enslave mankind.
+Now was learning and enlightenment to come to the people to give
+them conquest over fear and misery. And he, Saknarth, must tell the
+multitudes.
+
+He continued thus, in his reveries, his lone eye glued to the great
+instrument, his mind seething with a multitude of thoughts.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A step sounded in the darkness. A hand was laid roughly upon his
+shoulder. He was jerked away from the eyepiece to face the two guards
+that had been patrolling the halls of the Museum. Saknarth opened his
+mouth. "I have seen on Kurnal--" he began, but a soldier clapped his
+hand over the astrologer's mouth and said gruffly, "Silence. Let not
+your mouth tell of the blasphemies seen through this instrument of the
+Devil." They gagged Saknarth and bound his hands and led him out of the
+hall, turned him over to imprisonment.
+
+His trial was short and speedy. During the entire proceedings he
+remained gagged and bound so as to be unable to utter the blasphemies
+he might have seen. The priests passed quick judgment upon him for had
+he not been caught peering through the accursed instrument? There was
+naught for such but execution.
+
+The guards led him out of the courtroom that morning and took him to
+a cell overlooking the place of execution. Here for the first time he
+was ungagged and unbound. The door rolled shut upon him and the locks
+clicked.
+
+Saknarth gazed out of the barred window. The street was many feet
+below. He could not possibly shout down to the passers-by what he had
+learned. He looked wildly around him.
+
+On a little table was parchment and crayon. He grasped these and
+quickly drew a series of ideographs. He wrote furiously for he had not
+much time.
+
+He wrote about the lights and the Sign. He exhorted the reader to carry
+it to the astrologers and the men of learning. He declared the time had
+come to rise and strike for freedom.
+
+Rising, Saknarth went over to the window, waiting. There were many
+going through the street below, but he waited for the best. There! A
+young man passing now. Upon his arm was the circle insignia of the
+Society of the One God. An intelligent look was in his eye.
+
+Saknarth grasped the rolled manuscript and hurled it. Straight before
+the youth it fell. The young man picked it up, drew aside into a
+doorway opposite to read it. Hopefully the prisoner watched the
+expression on the youth's face, saw light spring into his eyes, saw a
+smile and a determined line spread over his face.
+
+The reader looked up. Straight into Saknarth's eyes he gazed, then
+raised his hand in salute and hurried off down the street.
+
+The Master Astrologer sat down upon his stool, waiting for the
+executioners. He was ready to die now; he had done his work.
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+                         Device Series, No. 1.
+
+                                  THE
+
+                           BLACKBOARD CLOCK,
+
+                                 Device
+
+                   Desk Book For The Primary Teacher,
+
+    For teaching pupils in First Year and Kindergarten Grades how to
+                   tell the time of day by the clock,
+
+                            And Time Drill.
+
+                                   BY
+
+                              EVA ALDRICH.
+
+
+
+
+                            Copyright, 1892,
+                                   by
+                              EVA ALDRICH.
+
+
+
+
+                   _Nature is the only Perfect
+                 Teacher. He alone succeeds in the
+                 art who follows Her precepts._
+
+
+
+
+                  =HOW TO MAKE THE BLACKBOARD CLOCK.=
+
+
+Draw a circle, about a foot in diameter, on the blackboard, in a
+convenient place where it may remain. Place a dot in the center. Inside
+the circle place the figures, hour and minute marks as you have them on
+the face of your watch or clock.
+
+If the clock is to be made on a wooden blackboard it will be best to
+have slips cut from tin for the hour and minute hands, and fastened to
+the center of the face with a slender screw; but if the board is of
+hard finish, and a screw of any kind will not answer, the next best
+plan will be to cut the hands from hard, white pasteboard and fasten
+them in place by means of a long pin, using a hard piece of pasteboard,
+cut round, for a washer.
+
+Exercise care to have the minute hand long enough to reach exactly to
+the minute spaces, and the hour hand to the hour figures only.
+
+The clock is thus made ready for use, though it will be made more
+attractive by drawing lines representing a case about the face in
+colored crayon. A smooth board having the dimensions of twelve by
+twenty inches, or thereabout, may be painted and prepared to represent
+a clock.
+
+An old clock with a worn out movement answers still better for the
+purpose than the blackboard clock.
+
+
+
+
+                =TEACH THE PUPILS HOW TO TELL THE TIME.=
+
+
+First,--Teach the pupils to count to sixty.
+
+Develop the idea of, and teach the pupils to write the Roman and Arabic
+numbers to twelve inclusive.
+
+Teach the pupils that sixty minutes make an hour.
+
+Review by careful questioning that which was done at previous exercises.
+
+Develop all ideas as far as possible by questioning the pupils.
+
+
+                        =Tell the Pupils That:=
+
+The little spaces around the face of the clock are named minutes.
+
+The big hand is the minute hand and it counts the minutes.
+
+There are sixty little minutes around the face of the clock which the
+minute hand has to count.
+
+The figures are named hours.
+
+The little hand is the hour hand and it points out the hours.
+
+The minute hand reaches clear to the minutes, and the hour hand touches
+only the hours.
+
+
+                           =Teach The Hour.=
+
+When the hour hand points to figure 1, it is one o’clock.
+
+When the hour hand points to figure 2, it is two o’clock.
+
+When the hour hand points to figure 3, it is three o’clock, etc.
+
+Twelve is the home hour.
+
+It is where the two hands live, yet they are always going.
+
+They never go backward.
+
+They always start away from home and go around back home again.
+
+They always get home together at dinner time, that is, twelve o’clock,
+and again in the middle of the night, midnight, or twelve o’clock again.
+
+
+                             =Exercise I.=
+
+Send a pupil to the blackboard clock with a pointer; have him point to
+one o’clock, two o’clock, etc.
+
+Let others do the same, but do not continue till the attention of the
+class wavers.
+
+Let pupils count the minutes, by turns, each commencing where the one
+preceding him left off, always following the course of the hands of a
+clock.
+
+
+                        =Tell the Pupils That:=
+
+It is not our work to do the pointing nor the counting. The hour and
+minute hands on the face of a clock always do that to tell us what time
+it is.
+
+The minute hand counts the minutes, and the hour hand points to the
+hours.
+
+When the hour hand points to 1, it is one o’clock.
+
+When the hour hand points to 2, it is two o’clock, etc.
+
+Let us play it is dinner time. The hour and minute hands are home
+together, ready to start out and go around again. They are always ready
+to go and they always go the right way. They never go the wrong way.
+The minute hand goes all the way around, counts all the minutes and
+gets back home while the hour hand goes to only one figure, and then we
+know it is one o’clock, because the hour hand is pointing to it. The
+minute hand gets home just at the same time that the hour hand points
+to any hour.
+
+There are twelve hours on the face of the clock.
+
+It takes the hour hand a long time, twelve hours, to get home, but the
+minute hand gets home as soon as it counts the minutes all round the
+face of the clock.
+
+
+                             =Exercise II.=
+
+The teacher places the hands, each time stopping the hour hand at the
+right hour, and the minute hand at the twelve o’clock, or home hour,
+and having the pupils tell what time it is, individually.
+
+
+                            =Exercise III.=
+
+Send a pupil to the board; let him as the teacher dictates, make it one
+o’clock, two o’clock, etc. Let others do the same. Never continue for a
+minute with flagging interest and attention.
+
+Drill until the pupils all see that the minute hand goes all the way
+around every time the hour hand goes from one hour to another.
+
+
+                         =Teach The Half Past.=
+
+Tell the pupils:--When the hour hand gets past a number, half way to
+the next number, the minute hand has counted half the minutes and is
+half way home.
+
+
+                             =Exercise IV.=
+
+Place the hands, at the half past marks, and let pupils tell
+individually what time it is.
+
+Let pupils place the hands at the half past marks as the teacher
+dictates.
+
+
+                          =The Quarter Hour.=
+
+Develop the quarter past and quarter of by the same devices used for
+developing the half past.
+
+Combine the hour, half hour and quarter hour exercises.
+
+
+                             =The Minutes.=
+
+The minutes past and minutes of may be taught by various methods,
+according to the ability of the pupils.
+
+Many exercises may be devised by the teacher besides these here given.
+
+
+                        =Show The Pupils That:=
+
+The minute hand counts all the minutes while the hour hand goes from
+one hour to another.
+
+The minute hand goes twelve times as fast as the hour hand.
+
+The minute hand counts twelve minutes while the hour hand is going past
+one minute.
+
+
+                             =Exercise V.=
+
+Play it is dinner time, and the two hands are home together again, but
+they cannot stop, for it is their duty to always keep going.
+
+Now we find the hour hand has gone past just one minute. It did not say
+anything about the minute nor even point at it because it never does
+do that. It just went past twelve, the home hour, and then past one
+minute.
+
+What did the minute hand do?
+
+It counted twelve minutes.
+
+Then what time does the big minute hand tell us that it is?
+
+It tells us that it is twelve minutes after, or past twelve.
+
+
+                        =Show The Pupils That:=
+
+The minute hand gets home twelve times as often as the hour hand.
+
+The minute hand starts from home just when the hour hand starts from an
+hour.
+
+The number of minutes from home to the minute hand is what the minute
+hand has counted each time, and it shows the time, or minutes past an
+hour.
+
+The number of minutes from the minute hand around to home again is what
+the minute hand will have to count each time, and it shows the time or
+minutes to an hour, or of an hour.
+
+
+                             =Exercise VI.=
+
+Drill in placing hands for pupils to tell the time.
+
+Dictate for pupils to place hands.
+
+
+
+
+                         =MISCELLANEOUS DRILL.=
+
+
+One of the main objects of time drill in the schoolroom is to aid in
+effecting order.
+
+Decorum acquired from time drills in the schoolroom characterize pupils
+on the streets, in public meetings, and in society everywhere.
+
+The following time drills are very beneficial: Exercises in timing
+pupils’ work and plays.
+
+Training pupils to keep time to martial music by beating stepping or
+other movements.
+
+One that little ones particularly enjoy is to hipity-hop in time to
+martial music.
+
+Any exercises in stepping, beating or counting time.
+
+Beating the measures while practicing the natural scale in music.
+
+Practicing kindergarten plays in time to music or singing.
+
+Thorough training in school tactics. All school tactics tend toward
+developing the faculty, time. For this reason the teacher cannot be too
+zealous in training it.
+
+Teaching the time table:
+
+  60 seconds make a minute,
+  60 minutes make an hour,
+  24 hours make a day (and night),
+  7 days make a week,
+  4 weeks make a month,
+  12 months make a year,
+  100 years make a century.
+
+Guessing time, as:--
+
+Letting pupils guess the time, at any hour.
+
+Letting pupils close their eyes for a short period, and afterward
+guessing how long a time it was.
+
+Letting pupils guess how long it took them to write or recite a certain
+lesson or to do a certain thing.
+
+Recollection of time as:--
+
+Having pupils recall the hour, day, week, month or season any event
+with which they are familiar occurred.
+
+Having pupils recall the length of time that transpired between one
+event and another.
+
+Memorizing time, as:--
+
+Requiring them to remember the time or dates certain events are to take
+place.
+
+Requiring them to remember appointments.
+
+Measuring time, as:--
+
+Letting pupils hold their breath while they clap their hands one time,
+two times, three times, etc., as far as they can.
+
+Letting pupils give a certain sound while teacher holds up pencil a
+certain number of seconds.
+
+Sun time:--
+
+The sun rises in the east.
+
+When the sun rises it is morning.
+
+When the sun shines in at the east windows it is forenoon.
+
+When the sun shines strait in at the south windows it is noon.
+
+When the sun shines strait down on you, so that your shadow is right
+around your feet, it is noon.
+
+When the sun shines in at the west windows it is afternoon.
+
+The sun sets in the west.
+
+When the sun sets it is evening.
+
+Teach the abbreviations, A. M. and P. M.
+
+How often, At times:--
+
+How often does the sun rise in a day? in two days? in a week? etc. How
+often does it rain. How often do we go to school in a day? in a week?
+etc. How often does your birthday come? and like questions.
+
+Ages of persons:--
+
+Let pupils tell the dates of their birthdays, their parents’ birthdays,
+or dates of the birthdays of brothers, sisters or friends.
+
+In some some way take special notice of, or celebrate, the birthdays of
+pupils when they occur during school months.
+
+Celebrate in some way also the birthdays of the most noted men and
+women.
+
+Speed:--
+
+Stopping, beating or other movements, measured: slow, fast.
+
+Practice exactness of time, punctuality, yourself; children learn more
+by example than by precept.
+
+Require it always of your pupils. Teach them that “Procrastination is
+the thief of time.”
+
+Teach the pupils to regard the clock as a true companion.
+
+Songs:--
+
+Time songs and clock songs. The time drill in music cannot be over done
+so long as the interest of the pupils is awakened.
+
+Record of time:--
+
+Require the noting of dates at the beginning of written exercises.
+
+Train pupils to carry the day of the month, and year, A. D.
+
+Teach the abbreviation A. D. and its meaning.
+
+Economy of time:--
+
+Train pupils to economize time, by doing everything the best way and
+and the shortest.
+
+Vigilance:--
+
+Allow pupils to now and then watch the clock and rise when the hands
+indicate a certain hour.
+
+Chronology:--
+
+Let pupils write or give the order of events that occurred during a
+certain period of time with which they are familiar.
+
+Order:--
+
+Have certain days for doing certain things.
+
+Have regular hours for regular recitations, exercises, etc.
+
+
+
+
+                           =SPECIFIED TIME.=
+
+                    Connect with stories and songs.
+
+
+                          =Days Of The Week.=
+
+Sunday, the day of devotion and rest, the Sabbath.
+
+Monday, wash day, and first school day in the week.
+
+Tuesday, ironing day.
+
+Wednesday, baking day.
+
+Thursday.
+
+Friday, the last school day of the week.
+
+Saturday, the last day of the week, and the day on which we prepare for
+Sunday.
+
+
+                               =Months.=
+
+     Winter,--January,
+              February;
+
+     Spring,--March,
+              April,
+              May;
+
+     Summer,--June,
+              July,
+              August;
+
+     Fall,--  September,
+              October,
+              November;
+
+     Winter,--December.
+
+
+                               =Seasons.=
+
+Winter is the season of the year when the ground is white with snow.
+
+Spring is the season when the snow melts off and the birds come.
+
+Summer is the season when all plants grow.
+
+Fall, or autumn is the season when the leaves turn, and fall.
+
+
+                              =Holidays.=
+
+Fixed and movable.
+
+Newyear’s Day, January 1.
+
+St. Valentine’s day, February 14.
+
+Easter Sunday.
+
+Decoration Day, May 30.
+
+Independence Day, July 4.
+
+Thanksgiving Day,
+
+Christmas Day, December 25, the birthday of Christ.
+
+The legal holidays of the state in which you live.
+
+Important days,--Arbor Day, etc.
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber’s Note:
+
+Words in italics are surrounded by underscores, _like this_; those in
+bold are surrounded by equal signs, =like this=. Final stops missing at
+the end of sentences and abbreviations were added. Duplicate words at
+line endings were removed.
+
+Noted: “strait” is used for “straight” several places.
+
+Changes:
+
+  “pastboard” to “pasteboard”
+  “preceeding” to “preceding”
+  “anwers” to “answers”
+  “meaured” to “measured”
+  “Vigilence” to “Vigilance”
+  “Novomber” to “November”
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: ·ROSE·BUDS·]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [FRONTISPIECE]]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [ROSE·BUDS]]
+
+                               ROSE·BUDS
+
+
+                                   by
+
+                            Virginia Gerson
+
+                                New York
+                        White, Stokes, & Allen.
+                                  1885
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: TO BILLE SAMMY]
+
+
+                          Copyright, 1885, by
+                        WHITE, STOKES, AND ALLEN
+                               New York.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [INDEX]]
+
+                                 INDEX
+
+
+            _FRONTISPIECE_                              _2_
+            _DEDICATION_                                _4_
+            _JOSEPHINE MAUD_                       _7_, _8_
+            _NAUGHTY TOMMY WARNER_                      _9_
+            _PAPA HAS GONE TO SEA_                     _10_
+            _THE MERRY LITTLE TAR_                     _11_
+            _LILLY LANSING_                            _12_
+            _BED-TIME_                                 _13_
+            _HOOPLE_                                   _14_
+            _THE RACE_                                 _15_
+            _SUNSET_                                   _16_
+            _THE BATH_                                 _17_
+            _MY DICKY BIRD_                            _18_
+            _CROQUET_                                  _19_
+            _THE CAT AND THE HAT_                      _20_
+            _JOSIAH BROWN_                             _21_
+            _SPRING HAS COME_                          _22_
+            _THE BROTHER_                              _23_
+            _AH!_                                      _24_
+            _OH!_                                      _25_
+            _THE CHURCH BELL_                          _26_
+            _THE SCHOOL BELL_                          _27_
+            _THE TEA BELL_                             _28_
+            _THE DANDELIONS AND THE BABY_              _29_
+            _SUSANNAH AND ROSALBA TEABOUT_       _30_, _31_
+            _NOBBY BOBBY_                              _32_
+            _AMY_                                      _33_
+            _NOISY WILLIAM_                            _34_
+            _THE JAPANESE DOLL_                        _35_
+            _SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP_                       _36_
+            _FRIGHTENED MINNIE_                  _37_, _38_
+            _PEGGIE AND LOLLIE_            _39_, _40_, _41_
+            _SOAP BUBBLES_                       _42_, _43_
+            _THE SIX LITTLE CHICKENS_            _44_, _45_
+            _MAUDIE’S MARIGOLDS_                 _46_, _47_
+            _PAUL_                                     _48_
+            _JOHNNY_                                   _49_
+            _BROTHER TOODLES_                          _50_
+            _WHAT HAVE I BEHIND MY BACK?_              _51_
+            _THE ARRIVAL_                        _52_, _53_
+            _COUSIN PRUE_                              _54_
+            _THE BALLOON_                              _55_
+            _JUANITA’S FAMILY_                   _56_, _57_
+            _TRICKSY_                            _58_, _59_
+            _BETSY BRAKEN_                             _60_
+            _THE TURTLE_                               _61_
+            _A LUMP OF SUGAR_                          _62_
+            _GOOD-NIGHT_                               _63_
+            _FINIS_                                    _64_
+
+[Illustration: INDEX]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [JOSEPHINE MAUD]]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [JOSEPHINE MAUD]]
+
+
+          _Did you think that Josephine Maud was asleep,
+          Lying down there on the floor in a heap?
+          Oh, deary me, no! you have made a mistake;
+          Josephine Maud was quite wide awake._
+
+          _Then why did she lie there, so long, and so still?
+          I can’t bear to tell you, and yet—well, I will;
+          Josephine Maud was a sad, bad girl,
+          She threw down her doll with a toss and a whirl:_
+
+          _She crushed its pink nose, she tore off its wig,
+          She whipped her poor doll with a crabapple sprig;
+          But temper don’t last, and when it was past,
+          Poor Josephine Maud felt very downcast._
+
+          _“Oh! Josephine Maud!” cried her mother, in sorrow,
+          “Now what will you do for a dolly tomorrow?”
+          “Dear! dear! I’m so sorry,” said poor Josephine:
+          And seldom since then has her temper been seen._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [NAUGHTY TOMMY WARNER]]
+
+
+                         _Tommy!
+                         Tommy!
+                       Oh, where is Tommy Warner?
+                           Naughty boys
+                           Break their toys,—
+                       Tommy’s in the corner!_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [PAPA HAS GONE TO SEA]]
+
+
+                      _Heigh ho! heigh ho!
+                    Papa has gone to sea.
+                      Heigh ho! Heigh ho!
+                    What will he bring to me?
+                        Shells and corals and a toy!
+                        Won’t I be a happy boy!_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE MERRY LITTLE TAR]]
+
+
+                   _Oh, what glory
+                   Is in the story
+                 Of the boy who went to sea;
+                     For he’d sailor clothes
+                     And a sunburnt nose
+                 And a laugh that was merry and free!_
+
+                   _He climbed so fast
+                   The topsail past,
+                 And he laughed so loud in his glee,
+                     Till a stormy blast
+                     Blew him off the mast,
+                 And a shark ate him up for his tea!_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [LILLIE LANSING]]
+
+
+                        _Lillie!
+                        Lillie!
+                      Ah, here is Lillie Lansing:
+                          Right foot!
+                          Left foot!
+                      Lilian is dancing._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [BED-TIME]]
+
+
+                           _Fred!
+                           Fred!
+                         Oh, where is Fred?
+                             Eight o’clock!
+                             Nine o’clock!
+                         Fred has gone to bed._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [HOOPLE]]
+
+
+                  _Our hooples are rolling around;
+                  They’re rolling all over the ground.
+                      Who can tell but some day
+                      They’ll roll far away,
+                  And never, no never, be found._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE RACE]]
+
+
+                  _Good-day! Good-day!
+                  Bring out your sleigh,
+                      The snow blows in my face, oh!
+                  Good-bye! Good-bye!
+                  And away we fly!
+                      Now who will win the race, oh?_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [SUNSET]]
+
+
+                _Girls and boys come out to-day,
+                The sun is shining on the hay;
+                    Yellow and bright is the rising sun,
+                    All is gay, and the day’s begun._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE BATH]]
+
+
+            _On a hot summer day, some little fat sparrows
+            Thought ’twould be cooling to fly, swift as arrows,
+        Over the wall to a nice shady nook
+        And take a fresh bath in the clear flowing brook!
+          But they splashed, and they chirped,
+            And made such a commotion,
+          That they turned the clear brook
+            To a miniature ocean;
+          And the two little sisters,
+          Who had watched them at play,
+        Laughed out so gayly, it scared them away._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [MY DICKY BIRD]]
+
+
+                         _My dicky bird!
+                         My dicky bird!
+                     Where can he be, poor thing?
+                           He is sitting alone
+                           On a green mossy stone,
+                     Trying his best to sing._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [CROQUET]]
+
+
+                        _Oh, come let us play
+                      A game of croquet,
+                      Cried rosy-cheeked May
+                        To her sister one day._
+
+                        _They played a great game,
+                      And then had another;
+                      May won the first,
+                        But Jane won the other._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE CAT AND THE HAT]]
+
+
+                        _I tell you that
+                        I’ve lost my hat;
+                      It’s full of roses red.
+                          I do wish that
+                          I had my hat
+                      To tie upon my head!_
+
+                        _I threw it down,
+                        Caught up my gown,
+                      And ran to catch my cat;
+                          I did not get
+                          My little pet,
+                      And could not find my hat._
+
+                        _Now one, two, three,
+                        And, oh, dear me!
+                      Whatever shall I do?
+                          I’ve lost my hat
+                          And my pet cat,
+                      Yes, and my temper too._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [JOSIAH BROWN]]
+
+
+                         _Josiah Brown
+                         Has come to town,
+                       He has a pink bouquet;
+                           He brought it straight
+                           From Applegate,
+                       To give to little May._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [SPRING HAS COME]]
+
+
+                     _The green grass is growing,
+                     And a fresh breeze is blowing,
+                 And a red robin’s learning to fly, oh!
+                       There’s a bush and a pond,
+                       And what is beyond?
+                 Nothing but bright blue sky, oh!_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE BROTHER]]
+
+
+                  _Two little boys with flying hair,
+                    Where summer winds are blowing.
+                  Don’t you wish that you were there?
+                    For o’er the waves they’re going._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [AH!]]
+
+
+                                 _AH!_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [OH!]]
+
+
+                               _OH!!!!!!_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE CHURCH BELL]]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE SCHOOL BELL]]
+
+
+                      _Ding dong, ding dong,
+                      Sang out a bell;
+                  And off to church went pretty Nell,
+                    Went pretty Nell,
+                    Went pretty Nell,
+                  And off to church went pretty Nell._
+
+                      _Ding dong, dang dong,
+                      Called out a bell;
+                  And off to school ran pretty Nell,
+                    Ran pretty Nell,
+                    Ran pretty Nell,
+                  And off to school ran pretty Nell._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE TEA BELL]]
+
+
+                       _Dingling, dingling,
+                       Laughed out a bell;
+                   And home to tea came pretty Nell,
+                     Came pretty Nell,
+                     Came pretty Nell,
+                   And home to tea came pretty Nell._
+
+                       _Hurry, pretty Nelly,
+                       Patty cakes and jelly;
+                         The tea is hot
+                         In the big tea-pot,
+                       Singing for you, Nelly._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE DANDELIONS AND THE BABY]]
+
+
+                     _Oh, dandelions, dandelions,
+                       What have you there?—
+                     A rosy little baby
+                       With yellow, yellow hair._
+
+                     _But, dandelions, dandelions,
+                       What can she do?—
+                     Pucker up her little mouth
+                       And throw a kiss to you!_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [SUSANNAH AND ROSALBA TEABOUT]]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [SUSANNAH AND ROSALBA TEABOUT]]
+
+
+                 _Two tiny shiny negroes,
+                   Standing there so shy,
+                 Half hidden in the dripping clothes
+                   Hanging up to dry._
+
+                 _Some one’s coming up the road,
+                   Will she pass them by?
+                 They pull the clothes about them close
+                   And peep out of one eye._
+
+                 “_Dat’s dear Miss Nancy Dawson
+                   What am it she’s got dar?
+                 I t’ink it’s beau’ful oranges,
+                   Jes’ like her golden ha’r._”
+
+                 _“Come here! Susannah Teabout,”
+                   Sweet Nancy Dawson cried,
+                 As out between the table-cloths
+                   Susannah’s face she spied._
+
+                 _Susannah bashfully came forth.
+                   Asked Nancy, “Where is Rose?”
+                 Just then a timid giggle
+                   Came from behind the clothes._
+
+                 _So Susie went and quickly brought
+                   Rosalba into view,
+                 And Nancy gave them each some fruit,
+                   And bade them both “adieu”._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [NOBBY BOBBY]]
+
+
+                 _Do look at little Bobbie!
+                 Dear me! he is so nobbie!
+             He struts about with a walking-stick,
+             And carries a watch that goes tick, tick!
+                         Tick, tock!
+                         Tick, tock!
+                       Tick, tick, tick!
+             Look at little Bobbie with his walking-stick._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [AMY]]
+
+
+                              _Amy!
+                              Amy!
+                      Oh, where is Amy Clare?
+                          Little cats
+                          On funny mats
+                      She’s working for the fair._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [NOISY WILLIAM]]
+
+
+                        _There was a little boy,
+                    And he had a little drum:
+                    Ta ratta, ta ratta, tum-tum!
+                      He played very loud,
+                      And he played very fast—
+                    Ta rumpa, ta rumpa, bum-bum!_
+
+                        _He rattled away,
+                        And away did he play:
+                    Ta ratta, ta ratta, tum-tum!
+                      Till he made all the boys
+                      Stop their ears at his noise—
+                    Ta rumpa, ta rumpa, bum-bum!_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE JAPANESE DOLL]]
+
+
+                     _My dolly is a Japanese,
+                   And will not say his A, B, C’s,
+                     No matter how I coax and tease.
+                   That naughty, naughty Japanese!_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [SLEEP BABY SLEEP]]
+
+
+                  _Go to sleep, my little baby.
+                    See! the sun has gone to sleep;
+                  Dream of bright white snow, my baby,
+                    Soft and white and deep!
+                  Dream of pretty flowers, baby,
+                    Pink or white or blue.
+                  Pretty little dreams, my baby,
+                    Angels send to you!_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [FRIGHTENED MINNIE]]
+
+
+        _Out from the trees in an unlooked-for place
+        Runs Dorothy Daw with a frightful false-face,
+              That grins and glares,
+              And thoroughly scares
+        Poor Minnie, who thinks it a terrible sight.
+              But, Minnie, don’t you mind it!
+              There’s a smiling face behind it—
+        Very naughty is Miss Dorothy to give you such a fright._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [FRIGHTENED MINNIE]]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [PEGGIE AND LOLLIE]]
+
+
+                        _Peggie and Lollie,
+                        Two little girls jolly;
+                      They skipped the rope
+                          In the summer sun!_
+
+                        _They counted six, seven,
+                        Eight, nine, ten, eleven,
+                      And were tired, indeed,
+                          When they had done._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [PEGGIE AND LOLLIE]]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [PEGGIE AND LOLLIE]]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [SOAP BUBBLES]]
+
+
+          _The bubbles are gay as they float away,
+          And gayly they’re blown and wafted to-day.
+            Merrily rings the childish laughter,
+            Echoing straight from floor to rafter.
+              Even baby wond’ring stands,
+              Clapping both her tiny hands.
+            Bubbles are pretty, and float around,
+            But why do they burst when they touch the ground?_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [SOAP BUBBLES]]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE SIX LITTLE CHICKENS]]
+
+
+                         _There were six
+                         Little chicks,
+                       And little girls two,
+             And a bush of sweet-brier grew near:
+                         “The chicks must be fed,”
+                         The little girls said.
+             “Here, chickies, here, chickies, come here!”_
+
+                     _Then came they at last,
+                     The chickens, so fast,
+             And ate all the corn they could find;
+                     But one little chick
+                     Was not nearly so quick
+                 As the others who left him behind!_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE SIX LITTLE CHICKENS]]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [MAUDIES MARIGOLDS]]
+
+
+                       _Down from the sill
+                     To a sunnier spot,
+                       Maud carefully carried
+                     Each funny red pot._
+
+                       _She pulled every weed,
+                     She sprinkled each flower,
+                       She worked hard, indeed,
+                     Every day for an hour;_
+
+                       _And when she had finished,
+                     They grew up so bright;
+                       She clapped her fat hands,
+                     And danced with delight._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [MAUDIES MARIGOLDS]]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [PAUL]]
+
+
+                                _Paul!
+                                Paul!
+                        Oh, where is Paul?
+                            Let me think!
+                            At the rink?
+                        Paul will have a fall!_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [JOHNNY]]
+
+
+                              _Johnny!
+                              Johnny!
+                      Oh, where did Johnny creep?
+                              Upstairs,
+                              Downstairs,
+                      Johnny’s fast asleep._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [BROTHER TOODLES]]
+
+
+                  _“Come hither, ‘Brother Toodles,’
+                    Let me deck your pretty head;”
+                  And quickly round poor Toodles’ neck
+                    Was hung a wreath of red._
+
+                  _But Toodles didn’t like the leaves;
+                    He tried to tear them loose;
+                  But, though he madly rushed about,
+                    He found it was no use._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [WHAT HAVE I BEHIND MY BACK?]]
+
+
+                     _What have I behind my back?
+                       Dear me, can’t you guess it?
+                     Nothing but my empty hands,
+                       If I must confess it._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE ARRIVAL]]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE ARRIVAL]]
+
+
+              “_Oh, papa, dear papa is coming,
+                A long year he’s been far away.
+              Do you wonder we’ve cut all the roses
+                To make his home sunny and gay?_
+
+              _“Oh, hush, happy child, with your prattle,
+                I think I hear horses approach,”—
+              In a second lay scattered the roses.
+                For papa, had sprung from the coach!_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [COUSIN PRUE]]
+
+
+                        _“What can you do,
+                        Cousin Prue, cousin Prue?”
+                    “Well—not much, indeed;
+                          But I know
+                          I can sew,
+                    And can write, and can read.”_
+
+                        _“Well what else can you do,
+                        My smart cousin Prue?”
+                    “Not much, I’m afraid;
+                            But I think
+                            I could drink
+                    Some nice cool lemonade.”_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE BALLOON]]
+
+
+                         _“A balloon! a balloon!”
+                     Shouted Tommy; “See there!
+                         Oh, Peggotty, look at it
+                     Sail through the air!”_
+
+                         “_It’s as big as the moon,
+                     That jolly balloon,
+                         And as high in the sky
+                     It will be very soon._”
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [JUANITA’S FAMILY]]
+
+
+                  _I’ll tell you, if you’d like to hear,
+                Where all my dolls are from;
+                  Poor little things, they cannot speak,
+                They are all deaf and dumb._
+
+                  _Well, Lee Hing is from China,
+                Kisara’s from Japan;
+                  Lee Hing has a little tub,
+                Kisara a big fan._
+
+                  _Fritzie? He’s from Germany,
+                And Bébé ’way from France;
+                  Fritzie, he can sing a song,
+                And Bébé, she can dance._
+
+                  _Good Biddy is from Ireland,
+                And she can milk the cow;
+                  But last of all, my little dog—
+                Come, Beauty, say “bow-wow!”_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: JUANITA’S FAMILY]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [TRICKSY]]
+
+
+                _Poor tricky Tricksy is now no more;
+                  He’s dead!—’tis sad, but true;
+                Ah, many were the funny tricks
+                  That Tricksy was wont to do:_
+
+                _He’d rush upon a dozing frog
+                  That blinked beside a mossy log,
+                And wildly glare and bark at it,
+                  And nearly put it in a fit._
+
+                _Then calmly Tricksy would walk away,
+                  And wag his tail as though to say:
+                “Cowardice is not a virtue—
+                  Tricksy is not the dog to hurt you!”_
+
+                _One day a dog that played with him
+                  Jumped in the river for a swim.
+                Poor Tricksy went after, with a bound,—
+                  Ah, foolish dog! for he was drowned._
+
+                _Poor tricky Tricksy is now no more;
+                  He’s dead!—’tis sad, but true;
+                Too many were the little tricks
+                  This dog had tried to do._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [TRICKSY]]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [BETSY BRAKEN]]
+
+
+                                _Betsy!
+                                Betsy!
+                      Why, where is Betsy Braken?
+                            Across the lane,
+                            And back again,
+                      To have her picture taken!_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [THE TURTLE]]
+
+
+                        “_What have you there,
+                    You fat little things?
+                        It is not a fish,
+                    And it has no wings._”
+
+                        _“You say it’s a turtle,
+                    But what is that, pray?”
+                        “Why, a turtle’s a turtle,”
+                    Cried pert little May._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: [A LUMP OF SUGAR]]
+
+
+                       _“Well, birdie, hollo!
+                     Why are you so mum?
+                       Surely, dear birdie,
+                     You’re glad that I’ve come,”_
+
+                       _So birdie said “peep,”
+                       And looked very sweet;
+                           A big lump of sugar
+                         Bell gave it to eat._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: “GOOD-NIGHT”]
+
+
+                       _The clock has struck seven,
+                     And, well—yes, you might,
+                       As you’re such a good child,
+                     Kiss my dolly “good-night.”_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: _THE END._]
+
+
+[Illustration: [BACK COVER]]
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                          TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
+
+
+ ● Typos fixed; non-standard spelling and dialect retained.
+ ● Enclosed italics font in _underscores_.
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+THE ICE GOES OUT
+
+By Frank Richardson Pierce
+
+      A story of Alaska, in which honest men and crooks propose,
+      but inscrutable Nature disposes
+
+
+The hand of winter was on the Northcountry. The sap had not started to
+run. Valley, stream and mountain, in the grip of the ice, lay like
+something dead.
+
+And then it changed. Slowly the sun began to swing north, and long
+before the sap began to run, or the first flight of birds, men began
+discussing the ice pool.
+
+The ice pool!
+
+Not January 1, but the break-up, marked the beginning of the Northern
+year. Welch and several others would handle it this year. They had
+handled it for several years and given satisfaction. The ice pool was
+the great sporting event that survived. The Nome Sweepstakes and other
+dog racing events had lost their importance; had dwindled as Nome itself
+had dwindled. But the break-up each spring was the nearest thing to a
+lottery that remained under the American flag.
+
+Sometime late in April or early in May the ice went out. Men sent in
+their money and with it the day, hour, minute and even second they
+believed the ice would go. Luck governed the contest, for no man could
+tell the exact hour. The man coming nearest to the moment of the
+break-up won the pot, less the expense of holding the event.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+Leach spilled the contents of his poke on the rough cabin table.
+
+“Enough,” he muttered, “to buy twenty ice pool chances. This year I’m
+going to win! Each year I’ve come nearer; each year the pool has been
+larger, but this year I win!”
+
+“Don’t be too sure,” Atridge, his partner, observed.
+
+Leach stretched himself and stepped outside. The air was almost balmy;
+the sky a deep blue; the mountains stood out sharp and clear. The sap
+was running in the willows, but then a willow is a foolish sort of tree
+and frequently buds too soon. The creek on which their cabin was located
+was frozen down to its gravel bottom. Leach looked into the sky and a
+peculiar hardness grew in the muscles around his jaw. A flock of geese
+was flying northward to some open body of salt water. A willow may be
+foolish, but geese know.
+
+“This year,” he repeated, “I win the ice pool!”
+
+Atridge did not speak for several seconds.
+
+“I think,” he finally said, “I get you. But don’t you mean this year
+_we_ win the ice pool?”
+
+“Yes, if you want to go in on it--fifty-fifty. Otherwise I’m counting on
+you to keep your mouth shut!”
+
+“I’m with you; what’s your plan?”
+
+“We can’t lose. I’ve worked it all out. Last winter when you thought I
+was brooding and maybe had cabin fever I was figuring to win the pool!”
+
+“What’s your plan?” Atridge repeated.
+
+“Easy! Blow the safe in Welch’s store and go down the river ahead of the
+breakup. What chances has the marshal with the whole country flooded. I
+know of a dozen cabins in the lower country where we can hide out.
+Nobody will know whether we’ve wintered there or just arrived. Nobody
+knows we’re here! And we won’t show ourselves in the camp.”
+
+Like most prospectors he spoke of any thriving town as a camp.
+Originally it had been a gold camp. From it a town had grown.
+
+They camped on the outskirts of the community a week later. Excitement
+was on the increase. It was late April and money was coming from every
+part of the world. From traders and Eskimos in the North; from trappers,
+miners and business men throughout Alaska to men of poverty and wealth
+alike who chanced to be spending their declining years in warmer
+climates. To some it merely meant thumbing a bill off a large roll; to
+others it meant a sacrifice. Back of it all was the sporting blood of
+another day prompting them to take a chance; whispering that they had as
+good a chance to win as the next fellow. Loudly they might declare they
+knew they didn’t have a chance, but the faint voice of hope whispered--
+
+“But, maybe you have.”
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+Con Welch opened up his place of business to find the mailbox crammed
+with envelopes. One, larger than the other, attracted his attention. He
+opened it. A small poke of gold dropped into his hand. With it a note
+which read:
+
+    ICE POOL COMMITTEE:
+
+    HERE’S ENOUGH PLACER GOLD TO BUY ME TWENTY CHANCES. I’M GUESSING THE
+    ICE GOES OUT AS LISTED ON THE ACCOMPANYING PAPER. I EXPECT TO WIN
+    THIS YEAR, SURE. I’M SENDING THIS UP BY A SIWASH THAT I KNOW IS
+    HONEST. MY ADDRESS IS KLAHOWYA LANDING.
+
+                                                       YOURS TRULY,
+                                                          —MACK LEACH.
+
+“From the lower river country, eh?” Welsh mused. Coming by messenger
+there was, of course, no date or postmark. “Hang it. I wished that
+Siwash had showed up in daytime. I’d like to have asked him some
+questions about the lower river country. Well, Leach, here’s hoping.
+Twenty chances will give you the edge on a lot of others, but the man
+with one chance often wins.”
+
+He opened a safe, already crammed with gold dust and bills, added the
+contents of the poke, entered the name and times in a large book and
+filed the letter away.
+
+Men were already working on the ice. In the center of the river a tripod
+had been erected. Just below it a wire had been strung across the river.
+On the town side the wire was connected to a clock as well as a siren.
+When the ice moved the tripod was carried against the wire. The clock
+registered the exact time and the scream of the siren proclaimed the ice
+was going. Then the camp went mad.
+
+The last of the entries arrived that day. The contest was now in the lap
+of Mother Nature.
+
+Con Welch’s safe was closed and locked until the great day when the
+winner appeared to collect. Robbery? The thought never occurred to any
+one in camp. There hadn’t been a theft in years. Escape was too
+difficult in a land where all movements of humanity must of necessity
+converge at the neck of the bottle--the steamers connecting the country
+with the outside world.
+
+No telegraph line reached the camp, and yet, by a curiously circuitous
+method the miners learned that the ice was beginning to break far up the
+river. White Horse sent word to Vancouver and a Vancouver radio station
+broadcasted the news. A local set picked it up. The camp waited. A day
+or two; perhaps only a matter of hours, and the question would be
+settled.
+
+A low boom startled Con Welch. He opened his eyes and listened.
+
+“There goes the ice!” he cried, and rushed to the window. The tripod had
+not moved. He rubbed his eyes and waited. “Must have been dreaming. That
+sure sounded like ice breaking!”
+
+He returned to the warmth of his blankets and dozed off. At six o’clock
+his telephone rang. A voice came crisply over the wire:
+
+“Con, this is Kenmore speaking. How much money did you have in that
+safe?”
+
+“Roughly, twenty-five thousand dollars. Why?”
+
+“She’s been blown. Get down here as quick as you can!”
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+A mob had surrounded his store when Con Welch arrived. Each man had made
+his guess on when the ice would go out. Each felt himself robbed of
+twenty-five thousand dollars. The men buzzed like hornets and they were
+as greatly aroused.
+
+“I’ve got a dozen men circling the camp,” Kenmore, the marshal,
+explained. “If they’ve taken a trail out of camp we’ll catch them! Your
+place ain’t so badly wrecked as it looks. The job was done by men who
+know how to use powder, but don’t know much about safes!”
+
+Con nodded.
+
+“Half the men in camp can use powder!”
+
+Even as they talked a deputy hurried up.
+
+“We’ve found a trail. It ain’t much, but they went out over the ice.
+There’s at least two of em!”
+
+Twenty men were standing about, ready for the trail and spoiling for a
+chance to take part, backed by authority. Kenmore picked his men.
+
+“We’ll travel light,” he announced, “and have others follow us up with
+grub. We’re taking to the ice before she goes!”
+
+They fairly raced down the frozen surface. A half hour gained now was
+equal to several hours hard work once the ice was gone.
+
+An hour later they caught the scream of a siren behind them. It was a
+sound that never ceased to thrill them. Other whistles in camp took it
+up and with it came the ringing of bells and the crack of pistols and
+rifles.
+
+“I wonder who won,” a deputy wondered.
+
+“It won’t make any difference,” Kenmore replied, “if we don’t overhaul
+the crooks!”
+
+Something cracked ahead of them. They ran swiftly and leaped an opening
+in the ice. Water began to pour through, spreading slowly over the
+smooth surface. It would be a tough job, returning. An hour later they
+reached Boulder Creek and Kenmore threw up his hands and groaned. “They
+knew what they were doing. Timed things just right. We’ve got to quit
+the ice!”
+
+“There’s a bend in the river,” one of them shouted. “If we cut across it
+will save something!”
+
+“Lead off!” the marshal ordered.
+
+The roar grew louder. First the explosive sound of breaking ice, then
+the grinding of millions of ice cakes as the flood waters lifted the ice
+bodily and carried it toward the sea. Here it stranded on bars and piled
+cake on cake until a dam had been formed. There it broke through the
+banks and relieved for a moment of pressure, while the country was
+flooded.
+
+They crossed the bend in the river and, instead of the smooth surface
+they had desired, a churning, ice dotted flood filled the course to the
+banks. They ran madly, taking turns at trail breaking; helping one
+another over the bad places. Minutes counted. It was a tossup whether
+they could cross the flat country ahead before the water flooded it.
+
+They cut across to the stream once more and followed along the bank.
+Here the river had broken through a low mountain range after ages of
+effort. Walls were of granite, scraped by the ice of thousands of years.
+A panting deputy cried out with excitement--
+
+“Look at that!”
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+Ice had choked the gorge and the river was climbing the sheer walls. But
+in the midst, leaping from cake to cake, were two figures. They seemed
+tiny, when compared with the vastness of the breakup. They moved with
+desperation; falling, fighting, each for himself, but working toward the
+jam.
+
+One man looked up and saw the posse, but a greater danger confronted
+him. Ice cakes were being sucked into a vortex that poured through an
+opening in the jam. He judged his situation carefully, leaped at the
+right moment and was on the jam proper. He did not look back at his
+companion, but climbed upwards, knowing that if he gained the top and
+the smooth ice beyond, the posse had no chance; knowing too, that if he
+failed, the river would demand its toll.
+
+No word passed among the posse as it watched. They knew the ice, these
+men; knew that the might of the river was exerting tremendous pressure
+to overturn the jam; knew that in the end the river would succeed.
+
+One of the men gained the top; the other was halfway up. For an instant
+the leading man was outlined sharply. He waved his hand in defiance and
+far beneath a cake of ice weighing tons groaned in agony, then burst.
+
+A man in the posse cried out at the drama, The river had won. The whole
+jam was moving. Cakes and blocks shifted and the tiny figure of a man
+was hurled into the stream an instant before the jam overturned. Another
+dot, a thing of arms and legs, fighting a river, remained on top of the
+shifting ice a moment, clawed for a niche on the bank and then fell
+back. The river, with its burden of ice moved on toward the sea.
+
+The youngest member of the posse stood where the jam had once held the
+flood waters of an empire in check.
+
+“Do you suppose...?” he ventured.
+
+“No,” the marshal answered, pointing to a spruce log three feet through
+at the butt. It was a sound timber from heart to bark but it was now a
+pulpy mass being destroyed by the ice. “The only thing that’ll ever be
+found, son, is the gold nuggets. And maybe the river will keep even
+them. The rest will be destroyed. Well, boys, let’s go back and report.
+Somebody’s out twenty-five thousand dollars.”
+
+Eagerness to learn who won the pool spurred them on, long after muscles
+cried for relief. Near camp, a supply party met them.
+
+“Got the crooks?” one of them inquired, slipping a pack from his broad
+shoulders.
+
+“No. They’ve gone down with the ice. Say, who won this year?”
+
+“Kind of an empty victory,” the packer replied. “According to Con
+Welsh’s book it was a feller named Leach.”
+
+In the distance the ice ground its way to the sea.
+
+[Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the July 1, 1928 issue of
+Adventure magazine.]
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+
+
+                           The Recalcitrant
+
+                          By Evelyn Goldstein
+
+                      He was proud of his shining
+                     strength and his home in the
+                      bee-loud glade. Why did men
+                      seek only his destruction?
+
+           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
+                  Fantastic Universe September 1954.
+         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+    _We're convinced that only a woman could have written this story.
+    There is a heartbreaking quality of suspense to it--of tenderness
+    diffused through a web of high poetry. The compassion is wholly
+    womanly, but the breath of a fierce vitality stirs in it too.
+    Evelyn Goldstein has captured the tragedy of the not-quite-human
+    with a deftness extraordinary._
+
+
+This golden day was pollen-scented, warmed by the mid-summer sun.
+Out in the garden the breeze was slight. And a great furred honeybee
+circled and dipped, touching the vivid azaleas, drinking the heart of
+the iris, and swiftly rising to the purple rhododendron cups. Dark
+green ivy twined the porch railing of the trim white cottage.
+
+From behind the curtains of fragile glasseen Jim Simson peered out at
+his garden with caution and longing. He could almost feel the moist
+rich soil in his fingers, could almost smell the blossoms through the
+tight closed windows. In all weathers, on brilliant days and blue and
+silver nights, he and Amelia had worked the garden. Now the hours of
+planting and tending were done.
+
+He raised haunted eyes to the hills beyond. Between the young pines
+on the sweet sloped breasts he could see the pale thread of road.
+Momentarily, where a curve brought it into view, the sun glinted on the
+metal helicar that moved purposefully toward him.
+
+_They'll be here in an hour, he thought. And then they'll take and
+destroy what I am. And I'll lose Amelia forever._
+
+That was the thing he could not bear. Worse than torment it seemed,
+worse than destruction itself.
+
+In agony he turned. The cool comfort of his house made fantastic the
+knowledge within him. There in the corner stood the fine cherrywood
+desk he had made. Every bit of the polished dark furniture, every
+section had been sanded and grained and carved by his hands. And all
+the fabricing--rugs and pillows, delicate covers and hangings--all
+Amelia's handiwork.
+
+They two, starting from bare black earth had built this home,
+foundations and beams, studs and floorboards, shingles and shutters,
+outside and in, their work, their love.
+
+He thrust out his hands, and moved in blind panic to the arch of the
+kitchen.
+
+Amelia looked up from the work table. The soft tan of sun was deep on
+her cheeks, and her clear green eyes kindled at sight of him.
+
+"I'm up to the last bouquet," she smiled and indicated the straw basket
+that was full of neatly tied herbs ready for Jim to take to the market.
+
+His long-drawn breath was a silent prayer: "_Let me never forget the
+spice of this room, the morning light on her dark curled hair._"
+
+Then he groaned. With a stride he caught her warm curved body to him.
+In her hands the last bouquet was crushed between them, filling his
+nostrils with fragrance of thyme and mint and coriander leaves.
+
+At last he held her away, his hands tight on her shoulders, bare and
+brown in the brief sundress.
+
+"There are men coming for me," he said. "I've got to run and hide.
+They'll search, and wait, but eventually they'll leave. Then I'll come
+back. But we'll have to go away from here. We'll have to start again
+under other names, somewhere else."
+
+Her anxious eyes searched his face. "Jim, what have you done?"
+
+"Done? Why, I've done nothing," he said.
+
+And that was true. It was not what he had done. It was what he _was_.
+
+"I'll go with you, Darling. We'll hide together."
+
+He shook his head. "It's not you they want. I'll have a better chance
+alone."
+
+He lifted the basket of herbs. "When they come tell them I've just gone
+to the market."
+
+"But where _will_ you go?"
+
+"Out to the hills. I'll come back when they're gone."
+
+He kissed her quickly, and went out knowing she was standing at the
+back door threshold, straining to see him till he could no longer be
+seen....
+
+There was a swift brook in the woods beyond his cultivated acres. Into
+it he scattered the herbs to be dispersed by the dancing water. The
+basket he broke in his strong brown hands and sent the pieces after the
+flowers. Then he took off his shoes, cuffed his pants to his knees and
+waded across the brook to the other side.
+
+Pine nettles and small twigs gave under his stride. He never felt the
+pain of angled stones where he trod. He walked a long time, without
+stopping, and his breath did not become labored though his path was
+always upward.
+
+When he reached the clear crest of the hill he looked down to the
+patchwork valley where he lived. He saw his house, a green-topped
+miniature fashioned like a jewel in the pastoral setting.
+
+But the flaw in the jewel was the ominous helicar at the gate of the
+house.
+
+He sat in the tall grass, pulling his knees up to his chest. He clasped
+his hands about his legs, and prepared himself for the long vigil ahead.
+
+The sky became colored with sunset tints. He saw all the beauty without
+lifting his head. Cool breezes of dusk blew upon him. The sky became
+darker; the moon increased in brilliance. In the moonlight the metal
+car was silvered. During all the hours he had watched not one figure
+had emerged from the house. In a waiting game they were persistent and
+tireless.
+
+He rose at last, and stretched. He saw his hands before him, taught
+and strong, finely formed. On impulse he rubbed his chin, touched his
+cheek. How smooth and hard the flesh, how bronzed his powerful body.
+
+Suddenly he raised himself, stretching as high as he could, feeling the
+pull of well coordinated muscles. He smiled almost joyfully. His was a
+body to prize.
+
+He whirled and started to run noiselessly, and without hurry over the
+tabled clearing. Where the terrain sloped he did not brake his speed,
+and momentum carried him faster down among the slim white birches, and
+fragrant firs.
+
+He ran like a football player, in and out among the trees, leaping
+boulders and small streams, or plunging recklessly into crystal cold
+waters.
+
+Where else was there another such as he--to run and run, and never
+tire? To dodge and twist, and speed over rough stones with no pain
+lancing up through him?
+
+Was it his strength they feared?
+
+"They'll never catch me," he vowed.
+
+Then he went back up the sloping hill to his post at the crest.
+
+The helicar was no longer standing in the road, and the lights of his
+house had ceased to shine. Only the moon flushed out shadows of the
+trees, and his silent dwelling.
+
+_They are gone_, he thought.
+
+The easy victory surprised him, and he wanted to sing for the relief
+of it. More quickly now than he had run in his prideful ascent of the
+slope he turned his steps homeward.
+
+At the back door Amelia was waiting. In the night wind her skirt
+fluttered, and tendrils of blue-black hair whipped back.
+
+"Jim," her lips were black moonlight, and her eyes shone with bright
+anguish. "Jim. Why did you come back?"
+
+And then, behind her, he saw the armed men in their leather belted
+uniforms. Before he could retreat their searchbeams impaled him.
+
+"_Stand_, Jim Simson!"
+
+All hope of escape was gone.
+
+They came to either side of him, stun weapons levelled, and led him to
+the shadows of the house where they had hidden their helicar.
+
+He tried to turn to see Amelia as they forced him to walk between them
+to the back seat of the car.
+
+She was lovely, and lonely in the moonlight, a figure lost and
+bewildered. How he wished he could go back, and crush her in his arms
+again.
+
+Hours later, in the subdued glow of the office of United Medics, he
+cried:
+
+"Why can't you let me alone? Why can't you forget about me? I changed
+my name. I concealed myself--a farmer among farmers. Why did you hunt
+me down?"
+
+To the right of the door stood the two guards who had brought him.
+Their faces were impassive, as was the face of the man at the desk, the
+man named Dr. Crawsin.
+
+He asked Jim: "Why didn't you answer our letters requesting you to
+present yourself for this interview. Why did you make it necessary for
+us to use force?"
+
+"Did you really expect me to come here voluntarily--to be destroyed!"
+
+"_Destroy_ is, I think, an ill-chosen word, Roger--er--" he glanced at
+the record open on his desk, "Jim Simson, as you renamed yourself. We
+use a different term--reconverted."
+
+Jim's mouth twisted: "And," he added bitterly, "after you've
+'reconverted' me, what will become of Amelia, my wife?"
+
+Again the doctor glanced at his record, "Ah, yes, your wife. You've
+been married--"
+
+"Twenty years."
+
+"Twenty years," the doctor mused. A flicker of interest came into his
+eyes, "And in these years did you ever tell her? Or hint?"
+
+"No!" he rose with a shout. The guards leveled their guns. After a
+moment Jim sank back to his seat. "Amelia doesn't know." His voice was
+dull. "She thinks I'm just like her. It's better that way."
+
+The doctor's voice softened: "Didn't she ever wonder why you never had
+children?"
+
+"Wonder? Of course. At first. But I saw to it that she was kept too
+busy to care." Pride came into his tone. "We built our home ourselves,
+up from the ground. Made everything in it. Tilled our acres of land."
+
+His eyes gleamed, and it was almost with spite that he said: "Can you
+do that? Can you go without food? Can you go without sleep? Can you
+work without tiring? Can you cut yourself and not feel pain? And heal
+yourself?"
+
+Triumph made Jim's throat swell. He wanted to reach across and lift the
+other in his arms, just to show what strength he had, how wonderfully
+powered he was. "Look at me. How old would you say I was?"
+
+Was there envy in the doctor's eyes? "Twenty-five, I'd say. If I didn't
+know you were forty, as the records show."
+
+"And you, Doctor, must be seven or eight years younger. Look at
+yourself. Tired lines, gray at the temple--your body a prey to disease,
+and to aches. Doesn't it make you jealous that I am what I am, and you
+what you are?"
+
+The doctor got up abruptly and motioned to the guards. Jim rose,
+protesting frantically as they closed in, and took his arms.
+
+"You _are_ jealous! That's why you want to destroy me. Jealous!
+_Jealous!_"
+
+"Jealous, Jim Simson? Hardly." The doctor smiled pityingly just before
+the guards led Jim away. "You see, I have two children."
+
+They stripped him in a small closed room, and prepared him for the
+irrevocably final step. They put him on a rolling stretcher, strapping
+him down at his chest, legs and arms. The bright narrow ceiling sailed
+over him.
+
+They wheeled him into a large amphitheatre with blue-white lights.
+White garbed figures swam into view, their faces masked. One bent over
+him.
+
+"Hello, Roger MacComb."
+
+He stared into keen blue eyes. "Dr. Tiel!" He recognized the man, and a
+great relief surged through him. He lowered his voice confidentially:
+"Stop them, Doctor. They want to reconvert me."
+
+"Of course," the doctor said. "Didn't I promise it to you--twenty years
+ago? Surely, you haven't forgotten my promise?"
+
+"Forgotten?" Bitterly, he recalled that other time. Then, as now, he
+had been strapped to the operating table. But then he had been a poor
+shattered thing. Forgotten? He had never forgotten those frenzied pleas
+of years back: "Promise the change will only be temporary. Promise
+you'll find a way."
+
+"Now," the doctor said: "I'm keeping that promise. We _did_ find the
+way."
+
+"Dr. Tiel." Jim's chest heaved, "I've changed my mind. I don't want
+reconversion. I want to be me--as I am now--as you made me!"
+
+The masked man stared down at him. "They told me about this." His voice
+was almost sad. "They told me you were recalcitrant. I couldn't believe
+it."
+
+"But it's true." His voice was only a whisper. "There's Amelia. I love
+her. What will happen to her?"
+
+"Your wife? Why, she will be reassigned. There are other tasks--in our
+factories--our farms. Her memory of you and of your marriage will be
+erased. We aren't barbarians, you know."
+
+"Not barbarians?" His laugh was raw. "Not cruel to force reconversion
+on me? And what about my memories? Can you erase them?"
+
+"No, but you will adjust. You did before." His tone turned ironic. "You
+didn't call me cruel when your arms were gone, and your body shot to
+pieces. I was your saviour then, your healer. You couldn't thank me
+enough, or praise me. You--and all the men like you that I salvaged out
+of the Great War."
+
+His eyes blazed at Jim. "Only half a million of you left. Half a
+million men out of a world of billions. I took those with minds and
+hearts and gave them new bodies. And almost all of them used those
+new bodies to work in my Body Parts Bank, helping me experiment and
+recreate the real thing. Except the few--like you--who ran to hide out
+on farms, in caves of the mountains, even in sailing boats.
+
+"I even manufactured wives for you--moving, talking, mechanical dolls
+with memory tapes for minds--just to keep you from loneliness till the
+time when I found the way to give back the bodies you had lost. And now
+when I give you the chance for the greatest gift--the chance to bear
+children, to repopulate our dying world--you hide! You reject it!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Dr. Tiel ended on a thunderous note. He glared at Jim. Then made an
+angry imperious gesture.
+
+From behind and above someone lowered an anaesthetic cone. Jim turned
+and twisted. He fought the straps. But inexorably they brought the cone
+down over his face. It muffled him so that his words came through,
+muted and broken:
+
+"But I don't want to be human again. Please.... Please.... I don't want
+to be human...."
+
+After a while his voice died. His wonderful android body gave a final
+twitch of protest. And then was still.
+
+
+
+
+
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+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+  This e-text is based on the three-volume book ‘Shipbuilding from Its
+  Beginnings,’ from 1895. Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation have
+  been retained; punctuation and typographical errors have been
+  corrected.
+
+  Specific font styles have been marked by using the following special
+  characters:
+
+      italics:    _underscores_
+      small caps: ~tildes~
+
+  ####################################################################
+
+
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                             SHIPBUILDING
+                                 FROM
+                            ITS BEGINNINGS
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+                   SHIPBUILDING FROM ITS BEGINNINGS
+
+                                  BY
+
+                      E. VAN KONIJNENBURG, C. E.,
+
+       _ENGINEER OF THE RIJKSWATERSTAAT OF THE NETHERLANDS_
+
+                               1895-1905
+
+                               PUBLISHED
+
+                                  BY
+
+                THE PERMANENT INTERNATIONAL ASSOCIATION
+
+                                  OF
+
+                       CONGRESSES OF NAVIGATION
+
+        EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE -- OFFICE OF THE SECRETARY GENERAL
+
+                        38, RUE DE LOUVAIN, 38
+
+                               BRUSSELS
+
+                               VOL. III
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 1.]
+
+  ~Ark van Noach.~
+  ~Noah’s Ark.~
+  ~Arche Noah.~
+  ~Arche de Noé.~
+
+  Voorstelling van Liranus (Van Yk).
+  Nach Liranus.
+  According to Liranus.
+  D’après Liranus (Van Yk).
+
+  Teekening (~XVII~ᵉ eeuw).
+  Zeichnung (17. Jahrhundert).
+  Drawing of the 17~TH~ century.
+  Dessin du ~XVII~ᵉ siècle.
+
+  Volgens Wilhelm Goeree.
+  Nach Wilhelm Goeree.
+  According to Wilhelm Goeree.
+  D’après Guillaume Goeree.
+
+  Volgens Van Yk.
+  Nach Van Yk.
+  According to Van Yk.
+  D’après Van Yk.
+
+  Neurenberger Kroniek
+  Nürnberger Chronik.
+  Chronicle of Nuremberg.
+  Chronique de Nuremberg.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 2.]
+
+  ~VIKINGER SCHIP.~
+  ~Wikingerschiff.~
+  ~Viking ship.~
+  ~Bateau des Vikings.~
+
+
+1200
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 3]
+
+1300
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 4]
+
+1400
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 5]
+
+1500
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 6]
+
+  Amsterdamsche voeten
+  Amsterdamer Fuss
+  Amsterdam feet
+  Pieds d’Amsterdam
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 7.]
+
+  ~(Fürtenbach)~
+  ~Verschil tusschen Noordelijk en Zuidelijk centrum.~
+  ~Unterschied zwischen Nord- und Südzentrum~
+  ~Difference between the Northern and Southern centres.~
+  ~Différence entre le centre Septentrional et Méridional.~
+
+  Noordzee (Holland)
+  North Sea
+  Nordsee (Holland)
+  Mer du Nord
+
+  Middellandsche Zee
+  Mittelmeer
+  Mediterranean Sea
+  Mer Méditerranée
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 8.]
+
+  Platte grond
+  Plan
+  Plan
+  Ebene
+
+  1625
+  ~Pinasschip~
+  ~Pinasse~
+  ~Pinnace~
+  ~Pinasse~
+
+  Amsterdamsche voeten
+  van 11 duim
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 8]
+
+  1625
+  Amsterd. voeten
+
+  ~Pinasschip~
+  ~Pinnace~
+  ~Pinasse~
+  ~Pinasse~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 9]
+
+  ~Pinasschip~
+  ~Pinasse~
+  1678
+  ~Pinnace~
+  ~Pinasse~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 10]
+
+~Schip van oorlog -- 50 kanonnen~
+
+1757
+
+  ~Kriegsschiff~
+  ~50 KANONEN~
+
+  ~Man of war~
+  ~50 GUNS~
+
+  ~Navire de guerre~
+  ~50 canons~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 11.]
+
+  1750
+  ~Oost-Indisch Compagnie schip~
+  ~Schiff der Ostindischen Kompagnie~
+  ~East India Company’s ship~
+  ~Navire de la Compagnie des Indes~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 11.]
+
+  1750
+  ~O. I. Compagnie schip~
+  ~Schiff der Ostindischen Kompagnie~
+  ~East India Company’s ship~
+  ~Navire de la Compagnie des Indes~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 12.]
+
+  1770
+  ~Schip van oorlog~
+  ~Kriegsschiff~
+  ~Man of war~
+  ~Navire de guerre~
+
+  Driedekker
+  Dreidecker
+  Three decker
+  Navire à trois ponts
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 12]
+
+  1770
+  ~Schip van oorlog~
+  ~Man of war~
+  ~Kriegsschiff~
+  ~Navire de guerre~
+
+  Driedekker
+  Dreidecker
+  Three decker
+  Navire à trois ponts
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 13]
+
+  1750
+  ~Verschil in grootspanten~
+  ~Unterschiede in den Hauptspanten~
+  ~Differences at the main frame~
+  ~Différences au maître-couple~
+
+  Frankrijk-Frankreich
+  Holland-Hollande
+  Engeland-England
+  Denemarken-Dänemark
+
+  France
+  Angleterre
+  Denmark-Danemark
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 14]
+
+  1690
+  ~Schip van oorlog Engeland~
+  ~Navire de guerre Angleterre~
+  ~Kriegsschiff England~
+  ~Man of war~
+
+  Schaal
+  Maasstab
+  1 : 300
+  Scale
+  Eschelle
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 15]
+
+  1790
+  ~Schip van oorlog~
+  ~Navire de guerre~
+  ~Kriegsschiff~
+  ~Man of war~
+
+  Frankrijk
+  France
+  Frankreich
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 16]
+
+  1905
+
+  1500
+  ~Paquebot «Nieuw Amsterdam» Postschiff~
+  1750
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 17]
+
+  1814
+
+  Amsterdamsche voeten
+
+  ~Kustbewaarder met 12 ponder~
+  ~Küstenwachtschiff mit 12 kanonen~
+  ~Coast guard carrying 12 pdrs~
+  ~Garde-cote avec pieces de 12~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 18]
+
+  ~Fregat~
+  ~Fregatte~
+  ~Frigate~
+  ~Frégate~
+
+  1 : 175
+
+  ~Koopvardijschip~
+  ~Kauffahrteischiff~
+  1800
+  ~Merchant ship~
+  ~Navire marchand~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 19]
+
+  Achterschip
+  Schiffshinterteil
+  Stern
+  Poupe
+
+  Voorschip
+  Schiffsvorderteil
+  Bow
+  Proue
+
+
+  ~Fluit~
+  ~Flute~
+  1803
+  ~Flüte~
+  ~Flûte~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 20]
+
+  ~Galjoot~
+  ~Galliot~
+  ~Galiot~
+  ~Galiote~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 21]
+
+  ~Huker~
+  ~Hoeker~
+  1830
+  ~Howker~
+  ~Hourque~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 21]
+
+  1830
+
+  ~Hoeker~
+  ~Huker~
+  ~Howker~
+  ~Hourque~
+
+  Voorschip
+  Schiffsvorderteil--Bow
+  Proue
+
+  Achterschip
+  Schiffshinterteil--Stern
+  Poupe
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 22]
+
+  ~Kof~ 1830 ~Koff~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 22]
+
+  ~Kof~ 1830 ~Koff~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 23]
+
+  ~Smak~
+  1777
+  ~Smack~
+  ~Semaque~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 24.]
+
+  ~Hoy.~
+  ~Kaag.~
+  ~Kag.~
+  ~Cague.~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 25.]
+
+~Koftjalk.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 25.]
+
+  ~Koftjalk.~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 26.]
+
+  ~Tjalk.~
+  ~(Draai-over-boord)~
+
+  ~Tjalk mit Dreh über Bord.~
+  ~Hoy, with tiller swinging over the gunwale.~
+  ~Tialque avec «draai-over-boord».~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 26.]
+
+  ~Tjalk.~
+  ~(Draai-over-boord)~
+
+  ~Tjalk mit Dreh über Bord.~
+  ~Hoy, with tiller swinging over the gunwale.~
+  ~Tialque avec «draai-over-boord».~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 27.]
+
+  ~Zuid-Hollandsche Gaffeltjalk.~
+  ~Süd-Holländische Gaffeltjalk.~
+  ~Gaffeltjalk of south Holland.~
+  ~Gaffeltjalk de la Hollande méridionale.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 28.]
+
+  «~Statietjalk.~»
+
+  1 : 100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 29.]
+
+  ~Hek- of Statietjalk.~
+  ~Heck- oder Statietjalk.~
+  ~Hek- or Statietjalk.~
+  ~«Hek-» ou «Statietjalk».~
+
+  1 : 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 30.]
+
+  «~Aaktjalk.~»
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 31.]
+
+  ~Somp of Pegge.~
+  ~Somp Oder Pegge.~
+  ~Somp or Pegge.~
+  ~«Somp» ou «Pegge».~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 32.]
+
+  «~Somp.~»
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 33.]
+
+  «~Beurtsomp~.»
+
+  ~Rangschiff~.
+
+  1 : 100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 34.]
+
+  «~Snijboon.~»
+  ~Bohne.~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 35.]
+
+  ~Overijsselsche Praam.~
+  ~Prahm von Overijssel.~
+  ~Pram from Overijssel.~
+  ~Prame de l’Overijssel.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 36.]
+
+  ~Paviljoenpraam.~
+  ~Prahm mit unterbrochenem Deck.~
+  ~Pram with paviljoendek.~
+  ~Prame à pont coupé (Paviljoenpraam).~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 37.]
+
+  «~Praamaak.~»
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 38.]
+
+  «~Praamaak.~»
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 39.]
+
+  ~Hoogeveensche Praam.~
+  ~Hoogeveensche Prahm.~
+  ~Pram from Hogeveen.~
+  ~Prame d’Hogeveen.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 40.]
+
+  ~Zeeuwsche Poon.~
+  ~Seeländische Poon.~
+  ~Scow from Zeeland.~
+  ~Poon de la Zélande.~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 41.]
+
+  «~Statie Poon.~»
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 41.]
+
+«~Statie Poon.~»
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 42.]
+
+«~Statie-paviljoen-poon.~»
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 42.]
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 43.]
+
+  «~Statie-paviljoen-poon.~»
+  «~Paviljoen Poon.~»
+  «~Statiepoon.~»
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 44.]
+
+  ~Noord-Hollandsch Yacht.~
+  ~Nord-Holländische Yacht.~
+  ~North Holland Tender.~
+  ~Yacht de la Hollande Septentrionale.~
+
+1: 100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 45.]
+
+  ~Noord-Hollandsch Yacht.~
+  ~Nord-Holländische Yacht.~
+  ~North Holland Tender.~
+  ~Yacht de la Hollande Septentrionale.~
+
+  1 : 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 46.]
+
+  ~Boeierschuit.~
+  ~Bujerschüte.~
+
+  1 : 100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 47.]
+
+  ~Kraak.~
+  ~Karaak.~
+  ~Carack.~
+
+1: 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 48.]
+
+  ~Gladboordige Turfijker.~
+  ~Torfkahn mit glattem Bord.~
+  ~Clinker-built «Turfijker».~
+  ~«Turfijker» à bordage lisse.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 49.]
+
+  ~Boeieraak.~
+  ~Bujeraak.~
+  ~Boeieraakje.~
+  ~Kleine Bujeraak.~
+
+  1 : 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 50.]
+
+  1 : 100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 51.]
+
+  ~Vlaamsche Pleit.~
+  ~Flämische Pleit.~
+  ~Flemish Pleit.~
+  ~Pleit flamand.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 52.]
+
+  ~Otterschip.~
+  ~Otterschiff.~
+  ~Ottership.~
+
+  1:100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 53.]
+
+  ~Buitenmot.~
+  ~Aussen-Motte.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 54.]
+
+  ~Binnenmot.~
+  ~Binnen-Motte.~
+  ~Spitsemot.~
+  ~Spitz-Motte.~
+
+  1:100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 55.]
+
+  1:100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 56.]
+
+«~Eemspunt.~»
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 57.]
+
+«~Bremerkahn.~»
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 58.]
+
+  ~Hamburger Ever.~
+  ~Ever from Hamburg.~
+  ~Ever de Hambourg.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 59.]
+
+  ~Overhaalpontje.~
+  ~Fährnachen.~
+  ~Nacelle.~
+
+  1:100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 60.]
+
+  ~Halve Pont.~
+  ~Halb Nachen.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 61.]
+
+~Jaagpont.~ ~Pferdefähre.~ ~Passe-cheval.~
+
+1: 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 62.]
+
+  ~Kabel-Veerpont.~
+  ~Kabelfähre.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 63.]
+
+  ~Gierpont.~
+  ~Gierfähre.~
+
+  1 : 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 64.]
+
+  «~Halve Pont.~»
+  (~Pijper~)
+
+  1 : 100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 65.]
+
+  «~Hengst.~»
+
+  1 : 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 66.]
+
+  «~Veerhengst.~»
+
+  1 : 100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 66.]
+
+  «~Veerhengst.~»
+
+  1 : 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 67.]
+
+  ~Veerman van Lemmer op Amsterdam.~
+  ~Veerman from Lemmer to Amsterdam.~
+  ~Fährkahn von Lemmer in Amsterdam.~
+  ~Veerman de Lemmer à Amsterdam.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 68.]
+
+  ~Vlet of Baggeraak.~
+  ~Nachen oder Baggeraak.~
+  ~Flat or Baggeraak.~
+  ~Flette ou Baggeraak.~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 69.]
+
+  ~Bovenmaassche Baggeraak.~
+  ~Baggeraak von der oberen Maas.~
+  ~Baggeraak from the upper Meuse.~
+  ~Baggeraak de la Haute Meuse.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 70.]
+
+  ~Hedelsche Aak.~
+  ~Ake from Hedel.~
+  ~Aque de Hedel.~
+
+  1 : 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 71.]
+
+  ~Snik (Gondel).~
+
+  1 : 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 72.]
+
+  «~Dortsche Zandschuit.~»
+
+  1 : 100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 73.]
+
+  ~Vreeswijksche Zandlichter.~
+  ~Sandleichter von Vreeswijk.~
+  ~Zandlichter from Vreeswijk.~
+  ~Zandlichter de Vreeswijk.~
+
+  1 : 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 74.]
+
+  ~Laadbak.~
+  ~Leichter.~
+  ~Barge.~
+  ~Chaland.~
+
+  1 : 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 75.]
+
+  «~Zolderschuit.~»
+
+  1 : 100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 76.]
+
+  «~Zolderschuit.~»
+
+  1 : 100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 77.]
+
+  «~Trekschuit 1830.~»
+
+  Schaal in ellen, palmen en duimen.
+  Massstab in Ellen, Faust und Zoll.
+  Scale of ells, palms and inches.
+  Echelle en aunes, palmes et pouces.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 78.]
+
+  ~Barge (Trekschuit).~
+
+  1 : 100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 79.]
+
+  ~Pakschuit (Utrecht).~
+
+  1 : 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 80.]
+
+  ~Trekschuit (Utrecht).~
+
+  1 : 100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 81.]
+
+  ~Westlandsche schuit.~
+  ~Westländische Schute.~
+  ~Westland schuit.~
+
+  15.95 M.
+  Lengte
+  Länge
+  Length
+  Longueur
+
+  2.85 M.
+  Breedte
+  Breite
+  Breadth
+  Largeur
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 82.]
+
+  ~Haarlemmermeer-Plompertje.~
+  ~Plompertje from Haarlem Lake.~
+  ~Plompertje du lac de Haarlem.~
+
+  12.86 M.
+  Lengte
+  Länge
+  Length
+  Longueur
+
+  2.55 M.
+  Breedte
+  Breite
+  Breadth
+  Largeur
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 83.]
+
+«~Bok.~»
+
+  18.05 M.
+  Lengte
+  Länge
+  Length
+  Longueur
+
+  3.35 M.
+  Breedte
+  Breite
+  Breadth
+  Largeur
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 84.]
+
+  ~Friesch Bokje.~
+  ~Kleiner Friesischer Bock.~
+  ~Small Bok from Friesland.~
+  ~Petit «Bok» de la Frise.~
+
+  15.18 M.
+  Lengte
+  Länge
+  Length
+  Longueur
+
+  3.27 M.
+  Breedte
+  Breite
+  Breadth
+  Largeur
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 85.]
+
+  ~Friesche snik.~
+  ~Friesische Schnigge.~
+  ~Snik from Friesland.~
+  ~Snik de la Frise.~
+
+  1 : 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 86.]
+
+  «~Groninger Aardappelpraam.~»
+
+  1 : 100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 87.]
+
+  «~Kromme Rijnaak.~»
+
+  1 : 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 88.]
+
+  «~Utrechtsche Praam.~»
+
+  14.10 M.
+  Lengte
+  Länge
+  Length
+  Longueur
+
+  2.15 M.
+  Breedte
+  Breite
+  Breadth
+  Largeur
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 89.]
+
+  ~Groenteschuit (Hoorn).~
+
+  1 à 50
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 90.]
+
+  ~Zeiljacht.~
+  ~Segelyacht.~
+  ~Sailing tender.~
+  ~Yacht à voiles.~
+
+  1 à 50
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 90.]
+
+  ~Zeiljacht.~
+  ~Segelyacht.~
+  ~Sailing tender.~
+  ~Yacht à voiles.~
+
+  1 à 50
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 91.]
+
+  (~Friesland~)
+  «~Tjotter~»
+  (~Frise~)
+
+  1 à 50
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig 92.]
+
+  ~Boeier.~
+  ~Bujer.~
+  ~Tender.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 93.]
+
+  ~Dorstensche aak.~
+  ~Ake from Dorsten.~
+  ~Aque de Dorsten.~
+
+  1 : 200
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 94.]
+
+  ~Neckaraak.~
+  ~Ake from the Neckar.~
+  ~Aque du Neckar.~
+
+  25 M.
+
+  3.85 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 95.]
+
+  «~Stevenschip.~»
+
+  31.85 M.
+
+  5.80 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 96.]
+
+  ~Overboordige aak.~
+  ~Aak mit übergreifender Beplankung.~
+  ~Clinker built ake.~
+  ~Aque avec bordage à clin.~
+
+  1 : 100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 97.]
+
+  ~Overboordige Hollandsche aak.~
+  ~Holländische Aak mit übergreifender Beplankung.~
+  ~Holland clinker built ake.~
+  ~Aque de Hollande avec bordage à clin.~
+
+  32 M.
+
+  6 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 98.]
+
+  «~Hollandsche aak.~»
+
+  1 : 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 99.]
+
+  «~Hagenaar.~»
+
+  17.19 M.
+
+  4.25 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 99.]
+
+  ~Hagenaar.~
+  ~Schiff vom Haag.~
+  ~Boat from the Hague.~
+  ~Bateau de la Haye.~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 100.]
+
+  ~Hollandsche overboordige schlechtaak.~
+  ~Holländische Schlechtaak mit übereinandergreifenden Planken.~
+  ~Clinker built Holland ake.~
+  ~«Schlechtaak» hollandais avec bordage à clin.~
+
+  15.80 M.
+
+  3.80 M.
+
+  0.50 M.
+  Diepgang leegvlot
+  Tiefgang bei leerem Schiff
+  Draught when light
+  Tirant d’eau à vide
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 101.]
+
+  ~Turfijker (overboordig)~
+  ~Torfkahn mit übereinandergreifenden Planken.~
+  ~Clinker built turfijker.~
+  ~«Turfijker» avec bordage à clin.~
+
+  0.35 M.
+
+  15.75 M
+
+  3.15 M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 102.]
+
+  ~s’Gravenmoersche aak.~
+  ~Aak von s’Gravenmoer.~
+  ~Ake from s’Gravenmoer.~
+  ~Aque de s’Gravenmoer.~
+
+  Vóor- en achteraanzicht
+  (Het klaphekken is vervangen door een roer).
+
+  Vorder- und Hintenansicht
+  (Das Klappheck ist durch ein Steuerruder ersetzt).
+
+  Front and rear views
+  (The «klaphekken» is replaced by a rudder).
+
+  Vue de face et vue postérieure
+  (Le «klaphekken» est remplacé par un gouvernail).
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 103.]
+
+  ~s’Gravenmoersche aak.~
+  ~Aak von s’Gravenmoer.~
+  ~Ake from s’Gravenmoer.~
+  ~Aque de s’Gravenmoer.~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 104.]
+
+  ~s’Gravenmoersche aak.~
+  ~Aak von s’Gravenmoer.~
+  ~Ake from s’Gravenmoer.~
+  ~Aque de s’Gravenmoer.~
+
+  27.10 M.
+
+  5.40 M.
+
+  0.56 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 104.]
+
+  ~s’Gravenmoersche aak.~
+  ~Aak von s’Gravenmoer.~
+  ~Ake from s’Gravenmoer.~
+  ~Aque de s’Gravenmoer.~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 105.]
+
+  «~Keen.~»
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 105.]
+
+  «~Keen.~»
+
+  0.40 M.
+
+  42 M.
+
+  6 M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 106.]
+
+  «~Keen.~»
+  ~(Oud model. Altes Modell. Old model. Ancien modèle.)~
+
+  22.65 M.
+
+  4.63 M.
+
+  0.35 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 107.]
+
+  «~Keenaak.~»
+
+  36.45 M.
+
+  5.56 M.
+
+  0.50 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 108.]
+
+  «~Slof.~»
+
+  45.20 M.
+
+  5·75 M.
+
+  0.40 M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 109.]
+
+  ~Overdekte aak.~
+  ~Gedeckte Aak.~
+  ~Covered ake.~
+  ~Aque couverte d’écoutilles.~
+
+  40.67 M.
+
+  5·65 M.
+
+  0.47 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 109.]
+
+  ~Overdekte aak.~
+  ~Gedeckte Aak.~
+  ~Covered ake.~
+  ~Aque couverte d’ecoutilles.~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 110.]
+
+  «~Bunder.~»
+
+  34 M.
+
+  6 M.
+
+  0.70 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 110.]
+
+  «~Bunder.~»
+
+  34 M.
+
+  6 M.
+
+  0.70 M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 111.]
+
+  «~Herna.~»
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 111.]
+
+  «~Herna.~»
+
+  35 M.
+
+  5 M.
+
+  0.40 M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 112.]
+
+  «~Egmonder Pink.~»
+
+  9.80 M.
+
+  3.36 M.
+
+  0.50 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 113.]
+
+  ~Haring Buis.~
+  ~Heringbüse.~
+  ~Herring Boat.~
+
+  14.56 M.
+
+  4.64 M.
+
+  1.12 M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 114.]
+
+  ~Vischhoeker.~
+  ~Fischerhüker.~
+  ~Fish howker.~
+  ~Hourque de pêche.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 115.]
+
+  «~Bom.~»
+
+  12 M.
+
+  6 M.
+
+  0.80 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 116.]
+
+  ~Garnalen Schuitje.~
+  ~Krabbenfischereibarke.~
+  ~Shrimper.~
+  ~Barque de pêche aux crevettes.~
+
+  7.10 M.
+
+  3.20 M.
+
+  0.90 M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 117.]
+
+  ~Garnalen Schuitje met bun.~
+  ~Krabbenfischereibarke mit Fischkasten.~
+  ~Shrimper with water well.~
+  ~Barque de pêche aux crevettes avec banneton.~
+
+  7.50 M.
+
+  3.85 M.
+
+  0.90 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 118.]
+
+  «~Logger.~»
+
+  21.75 M.
+
+  2 M.
+
+  6 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 119.]
+
+  ~Vischsloep (Pernis).~
+  ~Fischereichalupe (Pernis).~
+  ~Fishing sloop (Pernis).~
+  ~Chaloupe de pêche (Pernis).~
+
+  22.60 M.
+
+  2.60 M.
+
+  3.95 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 120.]
+
+  «~Schokker.~»
+
+  15.40 M.
+
+  5.04 M.
+
+  0.98 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 121.]
+
+  «~Botter.~»
+
+  15.40 M.
+
+  5. M.
+
+  1 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 122.]
+
+  ~Platje van Maassluis.~
+  ~Plattschiff von Maassluis.~
+  ~«Platje» from Maassluis.~
+  ~«Platje» de Maassluis.~
+
+  12.62 M.
+
+  4.50 M.
+
+  0.65 M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 123.]
+
+  ~Hoornsche Botter.~
+  ~Botter von Hoorn.~
+  ~«Botter» from Hoorn.~
+  ~«Botter» de Hoorn.~
+
+  11 M.
+
+  3.82 M.
+
+  0.70 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 124.]
+
+  «~Blazer.~»
+
+  14.42 M.
+
+  5.22 M.
+
+  1.05. M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 125.]
+
+  «~Schokker.~»
+  (~Zuiderzee~)
+
+  11.25 M.
+
+  3.90 M.
+
+  0.60 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 126.]
+
+  «~Kubboot.~»
+
+  5.55 M.
+
+  1.80 M.
+
+  0.30 M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 127.]
+
+  «~Botter.~»
+
+  6.12 M.
+
+  2.20 M.
+
+  0.40 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 128.]
+
+  «~Lemmerjacht.~»
+
+  10.60 M.
+
+  3.70 M.
+
+  0.50 M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 129.]
+
+  «~Bolle.~»
+  (~Bolletje~)
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 129.]
+
+  9.37 M.
+
+  3.10. M.
+
+  0.65 M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 130.]
+
+  ~Wierschuitje van Wieringen.~
+  ~Wierschute von Wieringen.~
+  ~«Wierschuitje» from Wieringen.~
+  ~«Wierschuitje» de Wieringen.~
+
+  9 M.
+
+  2.65 M.
+
+  0.50 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 131.]
+
+  «~Hoogaars.~»
+
+  16.05 M.
+
+  4·50 M.
+
+  0.35 M.
+
+  ~Boeiermodel.~
+  ~Art Bujer.~
+  ~Boyer type.~
+  ~Type du Boyer.~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 132.]
+
+  «~Hoogaars.~»
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig 132.]
+
+  15. M.
+
+  4. M.
+
+  0.50 M.
+
+  ~Oud Model.~
+  ~Altes Modell.~
+  ~Old model.~
+  ~Ancien modèle.~
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 133.]
+
+  ~Tholensche schouw.~
+  ~«Schouw» von Tholen.~
+  ~«Schouw» from Tholen.~
+  ~«Schouw» de Tholen.~
+
+  11.46 M.
+
+  3.30 M.
+
+  0.50 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 134.]
+
+  «~Beierlandsche schuit.~»
+
+  9.55 M.
+
+  2.75 M.
+
+  0.37 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 135.]
+
+  «~Knots.~»
+
+  10.45 M.
+
+  3.33 M.
+
+  0.65 M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 136.]
+
+  «~Steekschuit.~»
+
+  8.10 M.
+
+  2 M.
+
+  0.35 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 137.]
+
+  «~Vischgondel.~»
+
+  14.20 M.
+
+  3.80 M.
+
+  0.60 M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 138.]
+
+  ~Vischschuit (Aalsmeer).~
+  ~Fischerbarke (Aalsmeer).~
+  ~Fishing vessel (Aalsmeer).~
+  ~Barque de pêche (Aalsmeer).~
+
+  9.70 M.
+
+  2.94 M.
+
+  0.60 M.
+
+  11.50 M.
+
+  3.60 M.
+
+  0.65 M.
+
+  11.50 M.
+
+  2.94 M.
+
+  0.65 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 139.]
+
+  «~Boeieraak.~»
+
+  10.40 M.
+
+  2.98 M.
+
+  0.50 M.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 140.]
+
+  (~Woudrichem~)
+  ~Vischschuitje.~
+  ~Fischerbarke.~
+  ~Small fishing vessel.~
+  ~Barquette de pêche.~
+
+  8.10 M.
+
+  1.90 M.
+
+  0.30 M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 141.]
+
+  «~Punter.~»
+
+  1 à 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 142.]
+
+  «~Prikschuit.~»
+
+  7.80 M.
+
+  2.02 M.
+
+  0.30 M.
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 141.]
+
+  «~Punter.~»
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 143.]
+
+  «~Strooperschuitje.~»
+
+  1 à 100
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 144.]
+
+  «~Vlieger.~»
+
+  1 à 100
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 145.]
+
+  ~Tuigen.~
+  ~Takelung.~
+  ~Rig.~
+  ~Gréements.~
+
+  ~Visschersvaartuigen.~
+  ~Fischereifahrzeuge.~
+  ~Fishing vessels.~
+  ~Bateaux de pêche.~
+
+  ~Noorwegen.~
+  ~Norwegen.~
+  ~Norway.~
+  ~Norvège.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 146.]
+
+  ~Nederland.~
+  ~Niederlande.~
+  ~Netherlands.~
+  ~Pays-Bas.~
+
+  16ᵉ ~EEUW~.
+  16. ~Jahrhundert~.
+  16~TH~ ~CENTURY~.
+  16ᵉ ~siécle~.
+
+  1550
+
+  17ᵉ ~eeuw~.
+  17. ~Jahrhundert~.
+  17~th~ ~century~.
+  17ᵉ ~siècle~.
+
+  1650
+
+  1 à 400
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 147.]
+
+  ~Begin der~ 19ᵉ ~EEUW~.
+  ~Anfang des 19. Jahrhunderts.~
+  ~Beginning of the 19~TH~ century.~
+  ~Début du~ 19ᵉ ~SIÈCLE~.
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 148.]
+
+  ~Logger.~
+  ~Lugger.~
+  ~Lougre.~
+
+  1 à 400
+
+  ~Frankrijk.~
+  ~Frankreich.~
+  ~France.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 149.]
+
+  ~Nederland.~
+  ~Niederlande.~
+  ~Netherlands.~
+  ~Pays-Bas.~
+
+  ~Bezaantuig.~
+  ~Besantakelung.~
+  ~Besan rig.~
+  ~Gréement d’artimon.~
+
+  ~Spriettuig (oud model).~
+  ~Spriettakelung (alte Art).~
+  ~Sprit rig (old form).~
+  ~Gréement à livarde (type ancien).~
+
+  ~Anderhalfmast bezaantuig.~
+  ~Besantakelung mit 1½ mast.~
+  ~Besan rig with 1½ mast.~
+  ~Gréement D’Artimon à 1½ mat.~
+
+  ~Gaffeltuig.~
+  ~Gaffeltakelung.~
+  ~Fore and aft rig.~
+  ~Gréement en aurique.~
+
+  ~Spriettuig (nieuw model).~
+  ~Spriettakelung (neue Art).~
+  ~Sprit rig (new form).~
+  ~Gréement à livarde (type nouveau).~
+
+  ~Kubboottuig.~
+  ~Kubboottakelung.~
+  ~Kubboot rig.~
+  ~Gréement à Kubboot.~
+
+  ~Bezaantuig met beweegbare steng.~
+  ~Besantakelung mit beweglicher Stenge.~
+  ~Besan rig with mobile tompast.~
+  ~Gréement d’artimon à mat de hune mobile.~
+
+
+[Illustration: Fig. 150.]
+
+  ~Kottertuig.~
+  ~Kuttertakelung.~
+  ~Cutter rig.~
+  ~Gréement En cotre.~
+
+  ~Schoenertuig.~
+  ~Schonertakelung.~
+  ~Schooner rig.~
+  ~Gréement en goélette.~
+
+  ~Topzeilschoener.~
+  ~Topseilschoner.~
+  ~Topsail schooner.~
+  ~Goélette carrée.~
+
+  ~Brigantein.~
+  ~Brigantine.~
+  ~Brigantine.~
+  ~Brigantine.~
+
+  ~Driemastschoener.~
+  ~Dreimastschoner.~
+  ~Three-masted schooner.~
+  ~Goélette à trois mats.~
+
+  ~Schoenerbrik.~
+  ~Schonerbrick.~
+  ~Hermaphrodite brig.~
+  ~Schoenerbrik.~
+
+
+
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+
+
+                                CODE
+
+                      By Frank Richardson Pierce
+           Author of “The Last Stampede,” “Sweet Water,” etc.
+
+        A REVERED TRADITION OF THE SEA MAY BE CONFUSED WITH A
+        SKUTTLE-BUTT RUMOR--WHEN STORMS BLOW UP OFF THE PACIFIC
+        COAST AND TWO CAPTAINS OF THE OLD SCHOOL COME FACE TO
+        FACE, ONE ON THE BRIDGE OF A COAST GUARD CUTTER AND
+        THE OTHER IN COMMAND OF A RUM RUNNER
+
+
+A month had passed since the _Crayton_ had first appeared offshore
+seeking a chance to land her cargo unobserved. It was an interesting and
+valuable cargo, but there really was no secret regarding the
+identity--real stuff, bottled in Scotland. Each bottle bore a label
+which read:
+
+    Supplied on all the Liners of the P. & O. Coy. continuously
+    since 1874, numerous other Shipping Companies, H. M. Transports,
+    and to many Clubs and Officers’ Messes at home and abroad.
+
+But this cargo was not destined for either P. & O. Liners, His Majesty’s
+transports or Officers’ Messes--not if Captain McNulty could elude the
+Coast Guard ships strung along the invisible line designated the twelve
+mile limit.
+
+The glass was dropping and McNulty scowled and cursed his luck as the
+_Chinook_, one of Uncle Sam’s newest cutters, steamed past. Old Wold,
+her skipper, was on the bridge and he knew all about the _Crayton_ and
+McNulty. In addition he was familiar with all of the tricks in the book
+and could neither be deceived nor bought. It was his belief that a
+pitcher could and would come to the well once too often.
+
+From the _Crayton’s_ crow’s-nest came the lookout’s monotonous voice,
+“_Chinook_ two points off the starboard bow, sir!”
+
+McNulty growled a retort and glanced at Pritt who owned the cargo and
+ship. “The _Chinook_ is ready to take us as usual, Mr. Pritt.”
+
+Pritt swore with feeling. Then he swore again as the radio operator
+appeared with a weather report predicting a bad blow within a few hours.
+McNulty put to sea. This was no coast to be caught in a blow. Pritt
+ventured a suggestion. “The cutter is riding light and we are loaded. We
+can stand rougher weather than the _Chinook_; why not try to run in
+after she’s hunted shelter?”
+
+“Not off this coast, sir,” McNulty replied. He sniffed the air,
+believing his sense more reliable than a weather report. “A man needs
+room in bad weather. If we crashed on a reef----”
+
+“Ship and cargo are insured against perils of the sea,” Pritt
+interrupted.
+
+McNulty scowled fiercely. Pritt flushed. McNulty clipped his words. “Let
+me remind you, sir, I am a sailor first. There are certain codes a real
+sailor never forgets. There’s saving human lives; and there’s sailing
+your ship whether she’s a great liner with hundreds of passengers or a
+fishing schooner. Never forget that, Mr. Pritt.”
+
+                 *       *       *       *       *
+
+Pritt watched the coast line slip over the horizon. Ahead everything was
+black and the men were making things secure. Queer people, these
+sailors, he reflected. He had met many of the old school. They were all
+the same, respecting codes time had handed down. Yes, and stubborn. Old
+Wold was stubborn in his determination to prevent the _Crayton_ from
+landing her cargo. McNulty, though he was none too keen about the job,
+was determined to see it through now that he had agreed to Pritt’s
+proposition.
+
+An hour later the storm was upon them. Great seas crashed over the deck;
+the woodwork creaked and groaned as the vessel labored. McNulty paced a
+spray-drenched bridge. He was dressed in oilskins and the face peering
+from beneath the sou’wester was ruddy and glowing with the joy of
+battle. The blue eyes peered into the darkness and saw many things
+denied the landsmen. The flesh about the eyes was lined and seamed from
+many years squinting, for phantom ships leap unexpectedly from the fog;
+phantom reefs bare their fangs on stormy nights and the sailor’s only
+guess must be the right guess.
+
+With this man on the bridge a sense of security stole over Pritt. He
+retired to his bunk, snuggled in the warmth of the blankets and listened
+to the roar of the storm and the break of the seas against the riveted
+walls. The pulsations of the engine lulled him to sleep.
+
+                 *       *       *       *       *
+
+It was the change in the engine room rhythm that awakened him. Sensing
+the unusual, Pritt dressed hastily. The _Crayton_ was wallowing in a
+troubled sea. Sounds that the engine usually stilled became audible;
+spray hissed; waves broke and rushed into an inky night. “What’s the
+trouble, Captain. Coast Guarder?”
+
+The Coast Guard vessels were a nightmare to Pritt. The storm might have
+driven them within the twelve mile limit.
+
+“Vessel in distress. See her? Dead ahead, sir!” The skipper pointed a
+stubby finger. Pritt could see nothing, but presently a flare outlined
+the masts and shrouds of a small schooner. She was barely making
+headway. “Full speed ahead, Mr. Hansen! We’ll speak her!”
+
+The mate executed the order, first repeating it.
+
+When she was alongside the battered craft McNulty’s voice boomed a “On
+deck there?”
+
+“Hello!” The answer came from a figure clinging to the schooner’s wheel.
+The wind carried half the man’s words away. Pritt caught,
+“--engineer--foot--in--’chinery--crushed--aid?”
+
+“Engineer crushed his foot in the machinery,” McNulty explained. “Needs
+aid!” He turned to the mate. “Mr. Hansen we’ll take him aboard.”
+
+McNulty did not say they would attempt to take him aboard the _Crayton_.
+He said they would take him. It was evident the schooner’s small crew
+had prepared for this. They carried a limp figure to a contrivance of
+wood and canvas secured to a midships deckhouse and lashed it. With few
+words being passed the two crews worked in unison.
+
+Pritt gripped the bridge rail and held his breath as one of the
+_Crayton’s_ cargo booms swung over the schooner’s deck. The steel
+block swung dangerously, caught and tore free some light gear on
+the smaller craft, then came banging against the steamer’s side.
+With infinite patience they maneuvered the restless craft and bided
+their time--knowing that in the end it would come.
+
+                 *       *       *       *       *
+
+Deft hands finally caught the block and hooked it into a network of
+lines as the schooner was on the crest of a wave. The next instant she
+had dropped beneath the improvised stretcher and the injured man swung
+into space. The sea leaped up furiously, as if denied its prey, then
+dropped sullenly away. The _Crayton’s_ hoists whined, then slackened
+away on the falls as the stretcher came clear of the side. A dozen men
+rushed forward to stop the swinging burden. It knocked them down and
+crashed against steel walls of the deck houses. Pritt could feel his own
+flesh wince as the injured man’s bones snapped from the impact. The
+falls slacked away suddenly and their burden stopped soddenly in the
+water surging on the deck. Brief as was the pause it was sufficient for
+eager hands to snatch the man from the stretcher and carry him into a
+cabin. Drenched and battered, the men withdrew. The captain and the
+steward examined the victim.
+
+The skipper’s thick fingers explored his ribs which had taken much of
+the impact. “Some broken,” he announced. “Arm broken, too! He’s
+unconscious, but coming ’round. Now for the foot!” The swollen, pulpy
+mass might have been a foot at one time, but now---- Pritt shuddered. It
+looked as if it had been fed into a rock crusher.
+
+The skipper scribbled a brief message:
+
+    Captain Wold,
+    U.S.C.G. Chinook. Have taken badly injured man from Schooner,
+    Vivian Gill. Leg amputation necessary. Radio position.
+                                                McNulty, Crayton.
+
+Pritt read the message and licked his lips, suddenly grown dry. “Are you
+taking him inside the twelve mile limit, Captain?” he inquired.
+
+“Certainly, sir! God was with us in getting him aboard. We could never
+transfer him again--and be lucky.”
+
+“We might!” Pritt’s voice was hoarse. “If we’re caught inside the twelve
+mile limit---- God, Captain, and you’re going right into the cove where
+the _Chinook’s_ anchored. It means--ship and cargo.”
+
+“He can’t be transferred again at sea,” McNulty answered grimly.
+
+“Try it!”
+
+“We can’t trifle with a dying man.”
+
+“If the cutter would meet us he’d get attention that much sooner. Try
+it----”
+
+“No!”
+
+“I order you to do it, sir!” The words came thickly. Pritt’s face was
+ashen. A jury might take into consideration the circumstance and free
+them, but it would never return ship and cargo--it could not. “I order
+you to at least attempt it, sir!”
+
+“You order?” McNulty’s eyes glittered.
+
+“Yes!”
+
+“You’ve forgotten the law of the sea, sir. I am the only man who gives
+orders on this ship. I am responsible.”
+
+“When we touch port, sir----”
+
+“Yes, when we do,” McNulty rasped anticipating his words. “My chest is
+always packed!” he added.
+
+                 *       *       *       *       *
+
+Presently the steward returned from the radio shack. The _Chinook_ was
+lying in Salmon Cove.
+
+Salmon Cove!
+
+What queer tricks fate played at times. This was the point selected to
+land their cargo.
+
+With the storm blowing her shoreward and the engines turning over at
+full speed the _Crayton_ was breaking her best previous record. McNulty
+was grim as he crossed the twelve mile limit. In time the grim walls of
+the coast loomed ahead. Even in the darkness the line of surf stood out
+sharply and white. Somewhere there was a break. They felt the ground
+swell now--the lift and fall was different.
+
+“Peril of the sea!” muttered Pritt. “I hope we strike. The Coast Guarder
+is there to rescue us. I hope we strike!”
+
+A white finger of light suddenly pointed skyward, giving the location of
+the cove. The _Crayton_ slackened speed, then McNulty growled, “Hard
+over!”
+
+“Hard over, sir!”
+
+The steamer seemed to slip into the trough of the sea then slide behind
+white water. The tossing ceased!
+
+As they came slowly alongside the cutter, her rails were lined with
+alert seamen. The cutter’s surgeon leaped aboard and disappeared below,
+followed by a hospital steward.
+
+                 *       *       *       *       *
+
+Wold paced his own bridge, pausing frequently to take in the details of
+the _Crayton_. She rode very low in the water. “Nasty outside, Captain?”
+he observed.
+
+“Very, Captain,” McNulty answered. “The man’s bad hurt, I should say.
+The _Vivian Gill_ has a gas engine to keep her moving, like so many
+fishing schooners. He got his foot into the machinery some way. Then in
+getting him aboard we smashed him some more, sir!”
+
+“It don’t seem possible you could have taken him aboard, Captain, in
+that blow!” What a cargo the _Crayton_ must have to make her ride so
+low. Only machinery or bottled goods could make a steamer ride like
+that. So this was the _Crayton_, the rum runner, a thorn in the Coast
+Guard’s side? Wold looked at McNulty’s stubby hands, resting on the
+bridge rail. The rain was whipping the flesh into a ruddy glow. Short,
+thick hands--the hands of a man who had learned his ground work in sail.
+They were hands similar to Wold’s. Scars from rope burns; scars from
+fistfights. The present generation of sailors was good enough, but it
+was the old sailing vessels that taught men the sea and its codes. Such
+codes were made by time; not by men who wrote them on paper and called
+them laws. Men got around laws through technicalities, but seamen
+followed the spirit of the code.
+
+They were bringing a stretcher from the _Crayton_. A blanketed figure
+lay silent, but the chest rose and fell--like the sea beyond the reef.
+Sometimes it was quick, again it was slow, doubtful, as if the blow was
+almost over. The blanket blew back, disclosing a white face coated with
+the grease of the engine room.
+
+The surgeon looked up briefly. “He’ll live, I think, but that foot will
+have to come off. Yes, he’ll live. The sea breeds men.”
+
+                 *       *       *       *       *
+
+Two of the _Crayton’s_ crew leaped back to the deck of their own vessel
+as seamen took their places at the stretcher. The grim Coast Guard
+skipper cleared his throat. “Cast off the _Crayton’s_ lines for’d and
+aft,” he shouted. He looked sharply at McNulty. “I suppose you’ll be
+proceeding, sir, the storm has about blown out.”
+
+“I’ll be proceeding, Captain Wold,” McNulty answered.
+
+As the _Crayton_ swung about and steamed slowly seaward a sailor who had
+been aboard the steamer hurried up to the skipper. He was a young man
+and did not understand all of the traditions of the sea and the
+unwritten codes between masters. “When I was aboard, sir, I could smell
+whisky--Scotch whisky, sir. Some of her cargo must have broken in the
+storm.”
+
+Captain Wold looked the youth squarely in the eye. “Youthful imagine,
+lad, youthful imagination,” he said as though giving an order. “There’s
+a skuttle-butt rumor that she’s a rum-runner, but I sniffed and didn’t
+smell a damned thing.”
+
+[Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the February 10, 1929
+issue of Short Stories Magazine.]
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+HOOKING A SKY RIDE
+
+By Dan Morrissey
+
+    A kindly Providence was on the job--or this story would
+    never have been told.
+
+Throughout the summer my interest in aviation burned at steady white
+heat. I was thirteen years old at the time and lived just outside of San
+Antonio, Texas. A wire fence and the width of a dusty road were all that
+separated my father’s farm from Brooks Field, and Kelly Field was only
+two miles away. San Antonio was ringed about by huge army training camps
+and flying-fields. Everywhere you looked you could see khaki, and
+airplanes were as thick as crows. They buzzed overhead from daylight
+till dark.
+
+With my brother Frank, younger than I by a year, I found the aviation
+field across the road fascinating beyond the wildest tales of Nick
+Carter or Buffalo Bill. Our eyes followed the planes all day. We talked
+of nothing but airplanes; we read of nothing but airplanes; we dreamed
+of airplanes at night.
+
+Hundreds of flying cadets were in training at this and other near-by
+fields. They were all quite young, some of them boys not many years
+older than ourselves. And all of them were objects of our admiration and
+envy.
+
+At Brooks Field the more advanced students received instruction in
+combat maneuvers and stunt flying. It was a small field with a group of
+hangars in one corner and a row of neat barracks where the cadets and
+soldier mechanics lived. Back of the barracks was the road, and across
+the road was our home.
+
+When the field was laid out the year before, my father saw an
+opportunity to profit by it. He built an addition to our little cottage
+and opened a lunch-room and soft-drink place which soon became popular.
+Frank and I used to fall all over ourselves to wait on the young flyers
+when they dropped in after a soda or a sandwich. We listened to their
+stories with wide eyes and open mouths, and our hero-worship was repaid
+with an amused friendship.
+
+                   *       *       *       *       *
+
+Although the field supposedly was closed to all civilians, we boys in
+time acquired certain privileges. The guards would look the other way
+when we sneaked under the fence, and unless some high-up officer was
+around, we had the run of the place as long as we kept out of mischief.
+
+From some favorite vantage-point we were observers of the exciting life
+that passed on the field. More than once we witnessed the result of a
+mechanical defect or a cadet’s instant of panic or bad judgment in the
+air. There would be a flash of hurtling wings in the sunlight; then a
+heap of twisted metal and splintered wood and torn cloth on the
+ground--and the ambulance racing out to collect its gruesome freight.
+
+Or lying on our backs in the dusty grass, we watched the silvery specks
+high above us as they dipped and soared and looped, or came fluttering
+down in long, giddy tailspins. We knew the different makes of planes,
+their horsepower, their speed, their dependability. We knew the names of
+the instructors and cadets, and their nicknames. We knew each one’s
+reputation for skill and daring.
+
+The possibility that sometime we might be taken for an air ride
+ourselves was a thing we often discussed. I would have given my right
+arm gladly for such a chance. The cadets would promise us rides easily,
+but when we approached anyone with real authority, we were summarily
+dismissed and threatened with being chased off the field.
+
+                   *       *       *       *       *
+
+I don’t remember how the idea of stealing a ride first came up, but it
+grew to be our most absorbing topic of conversation. Frank and I had
+hooked rides on the big army trucks that lumbered up and down the road.
+We had hooked rides on freight-trains down in the railroad yards.
+Hooking a ride on an airplane, while it was a hundred times more daring,
+didn’t seem utterly impossible to us.
+
+One hot, dazzlingly bright July afternoon, Frank and I decided to visit
+the field. Coming around the corner of the hangars we saw there was
+something of special interest going on. A group of officers and cadets
+was gathered about a trim little monoplane standing headed out toward
+the field with its engine throttled down and running smoothly.
+
+As no one stopped us, we soon brazenly pressed in closer. It was a new
+ship, a Vicker-Vimy pursuit plane imported from England which was about
+to receive a tryout. Two of the field’s best flyers were in the cockpit,
+coats buttoned and helmets strapped on, all ready to start.
+
+We slipped around to the other side of the plane where nobody happened
+to be at that moment and crouched down under the trailing edge of the
+wing. The wheels and axle of the landing-gear were only a few feet away.
+No one was paying any attention to us.
+
+“Now’s your chance to steal a ride,” said Frank, pointing to the axle.
+This was a stream-shaped wooden strut, flatly oval, about ten inches
+wide and six feet from wheel to wheel. There were bracing wires and
+struts crisscrossing above it that looked like good hand-holds.
+
+“No,” I objected, faced with the actual chance to put my wild talk into
+action. “I’m scared to.”
+
+“Dare you to,” Frank taunted me. “Double-dare you to!”
+
+Trembling with excitement, I crawled under the fuselage and up onto the
+axle strut. I don’t know to this day whether I really meant to stay
+there or not--for the choice was taken out of my hands. That very moment
+the pilot in his seat above me opened up the engine with a deafening
+roar, and the plane commenced rolling down the field. Taken by surprise,
+I clutched the axle tightly and by the time I had my wits collected
+again, we were moving along at an alarming speed.
+
+Beneath me the ground was flowing away in a dusty gray stream. I wanted
+to drop off, but I could see the tail skid bumping along behind, and I
+was afraid I might not be able to roll out of its way. While I was
+mustering up the courage to chance it, the plane took the air, and when
+I looked down again, a hundred-foot gap had suddenly opened between me
+and the earth’s surface.
+
+The plane banked over, tilting sharply; I slid down on the axle until I
+could feel the toe of my shoe scrape on one of the wheels, which were
+still spinning. I got hold of a wire and pulled myself back, clamping
+the strut between my legs like a vise. I felt dizzy and horribly
+frightened. Then the plane straightened out and sailed over the hangars,
+at a height now of several hundred feet, and I forgot my fears in the
+spectacle which spread itself out below me.
+
+                   *       *       *       *       *
+
+The ring of the horizon had widened magically. I could see all of San
+Antonio, with the river winding through it like a green watersnake, and
+the Plaza and the old Alamo in the center. I could see Kelly Field two
+miles away and Camp Travers and Fort Sam Houston. Directly beneath me
+the group of men we had just left was scattered, running about excitedly
+like ants stirred up with a stick. My escapade had been discovered. They
+were trying in vain to draw the attention of the pilots, who were, of
+course, quite ignorant of the fact that they had a stowaway on board.
+The white canvases used to signal from the ground to the air were being
+dragged out,--radio communication was undeveloped then,--but the flyers
+were so interested in the performance of their new ship that they never
+looked back.
+
+Just as the plane banked again, I saw my brother legging it for home at
+top speed, but for the next few seconds I was too busy holding on to
+notice anything else. I discovered my arms were beginning to ache
+severely from the strain I was placing upon them.
+
+The next time we passed above the field, the scurrying figures on the
+ground were so tiny it was hard to believe they were men. The hangars
+and barracks were about the size of a kid’s building-blocks. The
+countryside reminded me for all the world of a big relief-map I had to
+study in school one time.
+
+Ever so often the map would tip itself gradually up on edge until it was
+steeper than the steepest mountainside and it seemed a wonder to me that
+the houses didn’t slide off. I knew the plane was banking in another
+turn then, and held on tighter than ever, waiting for the ground to
+change back into level prairie again. We were climbing higher all the
+time. Hot as it had been on the field, I grew chilly from the wind which
+whipped through my thin clothing like a hurricane.
+
+The queerest thing, though, was that the feeling of fear had left me
+completely. I felt exhilarated and happy, and immensely proud of myself.
+I began to sing and shout at the top of my lungs, while the engine
+thundered above me and the vibrating wires whistled and whined.
+
+But with every passing minute my arms and legs were growing more tired
+from the task of keeping a stationary position on the axle. I remember
+thinking that soon I would be too tired to hold on any longer, and then
+I would go tumbling head over heels down through a few thousand feet of
+empty space. However, it seemed too fantastic for me to be frightened.
+Falling off the roof of our barn would be every bit as scary, I thought.
+
+                   *       *       *       *       *
+
+Suddenly the plane started back toward earth in a crazy, sickening rush,
+and with a speed that all but tore me loose from my precarious perch. It
+was surely all over with me, I decided, and shut my eyes, lost in a
+horrible swirling nausea. But instinctively, I hugged the strut in a
+regular death-grip. I dropped into bottomless abysses and suffered such
+terrifically violent changes of direction that up-and-down and sideways
+were all scrambled together into one hodgepodge of tipsy motion. When I
+opened my eyes, I found that the earth and the sky had changed places in
+an extraordinary sort of waltz they were dancing with each other, and
+once it looked as if we were falling straight into the sun. After that I
+kept my eyes tightly closed.
+
+The pilots were testing out the ship, putting it through every stunt it
+was capable of. Maneuvers which had looked so graceful and easy from the
+ground left me feeling much as though I had been a handball swiftly
+batted through the air by a company of playful giants. And when the
+plane looped, I felt I was being whirled about at the end of a long
+string, and that the string was slowly slipping out of my grasp. In
+fact, my grasp on the axle was weakening. Terror-stricken, I screamed
+again and again, but the wind wiped out my voice, and the men only four
+feet above me might have been that many miles away for any chance they
+had of hearing me.
+
+                   *       *       *       *       *
+
+After what seemed long and intolerable hours to me, the pilots throttled
+the engine down for an instant, and in the comparative quiet they must
+have heard my shouts. I opened my eyes again to see the top of a leather
+helmet leaning far out of the cockpit to peer under the wing.
+Immediately the plane slanted back toward the ground, keeping as even a
+keel as possible. One of the pilots leaned over once more to wave an
+encouraging hand at me, and in a few moments we landed safely in the
+middle of the field....
+
+It was none too soon. My arms and legs were quivering from fright and
+exhaustion, and before the plane could come to a stop, they abruptly
+gave way and I rolled off on the ground. The tail skid handed me a
+vicious bump in passing, and I lay there desperately sick, while
+everything continued to whirl madly around and my ears rang like a set
+of chimes.
+
+The major in command of the field came driving up to me with his car,
+and I will never forget the mixture of relief and anger on his face when
+he picked me up. He took me home, where Father was trying to calm Mother
+and Frank, both of whom were nearly hysterical. They were so glad to see
+me alive and all in one piece that I escaped a scolding that day. But my
+father and the major agreed that if we boys were ever caught on the
+field again, we were to be marched home, there to receive a sound
+walloping.
+
+Needless to say, these orders were strictly obeyed for a time, although
+the flyers patted me on the back and told me I was a “nervy little brat”
+whenever they saw me around home. However, I had lost all desire to
+steal any more airplane rides, or even to go aloft as an authorized
+passenger. In fact, since that day the farthest I have been off the
+ground was to take the elevator to the top of the Woolworth Tower in
+order to please some friends of mine who were showing me the sights of
+New York.
+
+
+[Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the June 1929 issue of
+Blue Book Magazine.]
+
+
+
+
+
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+
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+Transcriber’s Note:
+
+Words and phrases in italics are surrounded by underscores, _like
+this_. Mid-poem illustrations were moved to follow the related
+poem. Obvious printing errors, such as missing or partially printed
+letters and punctuation, were corrected.
+
+
+
+
+
+                           PORRIDGE POETRY
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+                               PORRIDGE
+                                POETRY
+
+                          COOKED, ORNAMENTED
+                              AND SERVED
+                                UP BY
+                             HUGH LOFTING
+
+                             PUBLISHED BY
+                           F. A. STOKES Cᵒ
+                               NEW YORK]
+
+
+
+
+                        _Copyright, 1924, by_
+                     FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
+
+                        _All rights reserved_
+
+
+              _Printed in the United States of America_
+
+
+
+
+                           PORRIDGE POETRY
+
+
+
+
+                          THE PORRIDGE POET
+
+                Dear Children, I would have you know it:
+                That this is me, the Porridge Poet,
+                My inspiration’s in the ice-box;
+                My rhymes I pick out from the spice-box.
+
+                My verse is very free and easy,
+                Its flavour sometimes slightly cheesy;
+                But that, my friends, is no great crime in
+                The gentle art of kitchen rhymin’.
+
+                I’ve made delicious maccaronics
+                From peelings off spring philharmonics.
+                And as for comic songs or ballads,
+                I turn them out like summer salads.
+
+                ’Tis to the cook-book that I owe it,
+                My reputation as a poet.
+                And if you’ll watch my pot a minute
+                I’ll show you how I mix things in it.
+
+                Now take a pint of vermicelli
+                And pound it to a nice smooth jelly;
+                If necessary use a hammer.
+                Then add a pinch or two of grammar.
+
+                Shake in an ounce of sifted syntax
+                And half a teaspoonful of tin tacks,
+                Then flavour with eggstravaganza,
+                And there you have a lovely stanza!
+
+[Illustration: THE PORRIDGE POET]
+
+
+                            VERA VIRGINIA
+
+            Oh, what a popular person I am!
+            My full name is Vera Virginia Ham.
+            The barn-dance, the two-step, the sausage-roll trot,
+            The pig-jig, the hog-jog, I dance the whole lot.
+
+[Illustration: VERA VIRGINIA]
+
+
+                          THE LOLLIPOPINJAY
+
+                On lollipops I live. I’m gay;
+                I leap and swirl, I spin and sway.
+                Come join me in the dance, I pray!
+                Let’s go!--Slap-bang!--Hip, hip, hooray!
+
+                For I’m the lollipopinjay.
+                I loll by night, I dance all day.
+                I jump, I crouch and pop away
+                Skip! Hop!--Tip-top!--Hip, hip, hooray!
+
+[Illustration: THE LOLLIPOPINJAY]
+
+
+                       LATITUDES AND LONGITUDES
+
+                    ’Twas in the tropic latitudes
+                    That we were talking platitudes,
+                    Just sailor-like chit-chatitudes,
+                      As any ship-mates might.
+
+                    We forgot to take our longitude
+                    (Which was a grievous wrongitude)
+                    So we didn’t reach Hong-kongitude
+                      Till very late that night.
+
+[Illustration: LATITUDES AND LONGITUDES]
+
+
+                      THE FLEDGELING AND THE BUG
+
+                    “Are you the kind of insect, Sir,
+                    “My mother calls digestible?”
+                    Enquired the little fledgeling of
+                    The Sweet Potato Bug.
+
+                    “I’m nothing of the kind, my friend.
+                    “My taste is just detestable--
+                    “And so is yours--Such impudence!”
+                    He answered with a shrug.
+
+[Illustration: THE FLEDGELING AND THE BUG]
+
+
+                                PICNIC
+
+                            Ella, fell a
+                            Maple tree.
+                            Hilda, build a
+                            Fire for me.
+
+                            Teresa, squeeze a
+                            Lemon, so.
+                            Amanda, hand a
+                            Plate to Flo.
+
+                            Nora, pour a
+                            Cup of tea.
+                            Fancy, Nancy,
+                            What a spree!
+
+[Illustration: PICNIC]
+
+
+                        SCALLYWAG AND GOLLYWOG
+
+            Scally Wag and Golly Wog
+            Took their bag aboard a log
+                And started off to cross the ocean blue.
+            They’re still at sea, I have no doubt,
+            For all they do is fight about
+                Which shall be the Captain, which the crew.
+
+[Illustration: SCALLYWAG AND GOLLYWOG]
+
+
+                           THE PALM FAMILY
+
+                    Nearby an African lagoon
+                    Beneath the silent yellow moon
+                    All safe from worries and alarms
+                    There dwelt a family of palms.
+
+                    It was a peaceful life they led
+                    Mr. and Mrs. and little Fred;
+                    And when the wind blew soft and low
+                    They’d whisper tales of long ago.
+
+[Illustration: THE PALM FAMILY]
+
+
+                         THE FOOD-HYMN OF THE
+                             COOK-GOBLINS
+
+                Down where the glow-worms faintly glitter,
+                Down where the fire-flies gleam and flitter,
+                Come listen to the sausage twitter,
+                    Sizz and crackle in the pan!
+                Tripe or truffles, fancy fishes,
+                It doesn’t matter what your wish is;
+                None prepare such luscious dishes
+                    As we, the gay Cook-goblins, can.
+
+[Illustration: THE COOK-GOBLINS]
+
+
+                            SCRUBBY CHUBBY
+
+    Such a scowling and a growling, howling yowling for a toy,
+    You grubby, snubby, tubby, chubby, scrubby little boy!
+
+[Illustration: SCRUBBY CHUBBY]
+
+
+                               OOM-PAH
+
+                Oom-pah, boom-pah, oom-pah boom!
+                Like roses soon our cheeks will bloom.
+                We only ask for elbow-room
+                Oom-pah, boom-pah, oom-pah boom!
+
+[Illustration: OOM-PAH]
+
+
+                             MISTER BEERS
+
+            This is Mister Beers:
+                And for forty-seven years
+            He’s been digging in his garden like a miner.
+                He isn’t planting seeds
+                Nor scratching up the weeds,
+            He’s trying to bore a tunnel down to China.
+
+[Illustration: MISTER BEERS]
+
+
+                    THE PIRATE OF THE KITCHEN SINK
+
+                And who might this be, should you think?
+                Why, the pirate of the kitchen sink!
+                A dish-rag sail, a spoon for oar,
+                Could any captain wish for more?
+
+                Aboard his racing coffee-pot
+                He roams an ocean steaming hot.
+                No cup or saucer stays afloat
+                That dares to bump into his boat.
+
+[Illustration: THE PIRATE OF THE KITCHEN SINK]
+
+
+                          THE MILLINERY BIRD
+
+                A friendly Arctic Puffin asked
+                The Millinery Bird,
+                “Aren’t the styles they’re wearing now
+                “A little bit absurd?”
+
+                “Oh well,” sarcastically said
+                The other with a snigger,
+                “That will depend, my squatty friend,
+                “_Entirely_ on your figure.”
+
+[Illustration: THE MILLINERY BIRD]
+
+
+                      MR. PARRY AND MRS. PRINGLE
+
+                    Said Mrs. Pringle to Mr. Parry,
+                    “Tell me why you never marry?”
+
+                    Said Mr. Parry to Mrs. Pringle,
+                    “Life is so much simpler single.”
+
+[Illustration: MR. PARRY AND MRS. PRINGLE]
+
+
+                              WEI HAI WO
+
+                    A sage there was long, long ago,
+                    A mandarin named Wei Hai Wo,
+                    And at his window all day long
+                    He sat and softly hummed this song
+                      “How silly, Lily, lackaday!
+                        “Deary daisy me!”
+
+                    Said young Sin Ching to Wei Hai Wo,
+                    “Please tell me why you sit there so?
+                    I never chance this way to come
+                    But that I always hear you hum,
+                      “How silly, Lily, lackaday!
+                        “Deary daisy me!”
+
+                    “Well listen, friend,” said Wei Hai Wo,
+                    “I love to watch the passing show,
+                    “I take things easy, good and bad.
+                    “Why should I rush through life like mad?
+                      “How silly, Lily, lackaday!
+                        “Deary, daisy me!”
+
+                    “If others wish to run about
+                    “Then let them. But let me look out.
+                    “I’ve found that peace, my good Sin Ching,
+                    “Is quite the most important thing.
+                    “You see now why I sit and sing,
+                      “How silly, Lily, lackaday!
+                        “Deary, daisy me!”
+
+[Illustration: WEI HAI WO]
+
+
+                         THE VEGETABLE SCHOOL
+
+                    Teaching school is not so easy,
+                    Be it big, or be it small,
+                    With a Spring term class made up of
+                    Vegetable scholars all.
+
+                    Make the turnips turn their toes out.
+                    See the pumpkins punctuate.
+                    Have the parsnips parse correctly.
+                    Let us, Lettuce, start at eight.
+
+                    Lima Bean’s been most provoking.
+                    Send him to the garden bed.
+                    Artful artichoke, I see you
+                    Beating beet upon the head.
+
+                    Spinach, spin your tops outside, please.
+                    Take two sevenths from a whole.
+                    Carrot, carry one and add, dear.
+                    Cauliflower, call the roll.
+
+[Illustration: THE VEGETABLE SCHOOL]
+
+
+                           THE WAFFLE-KITE
+
+            This is the Waffle-Kite
+            And oh, what an awful sight
+            He looks when he digs in the marsh with his beak.
+            Mud pies it’s fun to make
+            To set in the sun to bake
+            When you’ve got the right kind of face, so to speak.
+
+[Illustration: THE WAFFLE-KITE]
+
+
+                           CHRISTMAS DOUGH
+
+                For Christmas Day the Christmas dough
+                Is kneaded high and kneaded low.
+                Punch it thick and thump it thin,
+                Flatten it out with a rolling-pin.
+
+                In the kitchen’s lots of fun
+                When Christmas pie and Christmas bun
+                Are kneaded high and kneaded low
+                From lovely, squodgy, Christmas dough.
+
+[Illustration: CHRISTMAS DOUGH]
+
+
+                         LOOSE IN THE MIDDLE
+
+                Hey diddle, diddle,
+                I’m loose in the middle.
+                Why can’t I get on with myself?
+                It’s not my digestion--
+                That’s out of the question,
+                ’Cause I left it at home on the shelf.
+
+[Illustration: LOOSE IN THE MIDDLE]
+
+
+                            THE BOTTICELLO
+
+                In Florence Signor Quaverello
+                Would play the four-string botticello
+                Every single Sunday night, ’tis said.
+
+                Until his wife upstairs would bellow
+                “You noisy, good-for-nothing fellow!
+                      “Hello!
+                      “Quaverello!
+                “Put that thing away and come to bed!”
+
+[Illustration: THE BOTTICELLO]
+
+
+                          THE TOFFEE ANALYST
+
+                    “Oh, I’m the Toffee Analyst
+                    So learned and sophisticky;
+                    I’m making out a candy list,
+                    It’s going to be statisticky.”
+
+[Illustration: THE TOFFEE ANALYST]
+
+
+                      UP WRIGHT AND DOWN WRIGHT
+
+                Long ago the Brothers Wright
+                  Were men of odd but great renown,
+                As different as day and night,
+                  The neighbors called them Up and Down.
+
+                Now Up Wright was devout and lean,
+                  Proper, virtuous and prim.
+                Whenever he felt low or mean
+                  He merely sighed or sang a hymn.
+
+                A queerer pair was never made;
+                  For Down Wright, short and thick,
+                Who always called a spade a spade,
+                  Loved to argue, fight and kick.
+
+                Yet through the ups and downs of life
+                  Through thick and thin, through good and ill,
+                In spite of all their constant strife
+                  The brothers lived together still.
+
+[Illustration: UP WRIGHT AND DOWN WRIGHT]
+
+
+                 THE LEGEND OF THE SEA-SICK SEA-GULL
+
+        Once there was a herring gull
+        Who found the ocean very dull
+        Said he, “I’m always sea-sick on the silly rolling sea.
+
+        “I’ll go ashore and settle down
+        In some peaceful country town
+        And wear my carpet-slippers when I drink my china tea.”
+
+[Illustration: THE SEA-SICK SEA-GULL]
+
+
+                        JIM NAST OF PAWTUCKET
+
+                Here’s little Jim Nast of Pawtucket
+                Who slid down the stairs in a bucket.
+                He has more understanding
+                Since reaching the landing.
+                Just look at the hole where he struck it!
+
+[Illustration: JIM NAST OF PAWTUCKET]
+
+
+                            CLIPPETY CLOP!
+
+                Clippety, snippety, clippety, clop!
+                A pretty pernickety barber’s shop!
+                Walk up! Walk in and have a shave,
+                A dry shampoo--a marcel wave,
+                Your whiskers trimmed in any style.
+                Come in, sit down and stay a while.
+                Soon the barber chimpanzees
+                Will bow and smile and say, “Next please!
+                “We’re always busy--never stop.
+                “Clippety, snippety, clippety, clop!”
+
+[Illustration: CLIPPETY CLOP!]
+
+
+                       PETROLEUM AND TURPENTINE
+
+                “Oh won’t you be my Valentine
+                “This wintertime, sweet Turpentine?”
+
+                “How can I be, Petroleum?
+                “I’m promised to Linoleum.”
+
+[Illustration: PETROLEUM AND TURPENTINE]
+
+
+                     THE MILK AND HONEY HONEYMOON
+
+                    The Milky Way was made for you,
+                    The Honey-Moon for me.
+                    If we could only mix the two
+                    How happy we should be!
+
+                    With a milk-and-honey honeymoon,
+                    You see, my charming wife,
+                    We’d only need a table-spoon
+                    And we’d be fixed for life.
+
+[Illustration: THE MILK AND HONEY HONEYMOON]
+
+
+                              GIBBERISH
+
+                    Sing a song of gibberish,
+                      For this is rhyming day;
+                    Hasty pudding, stirabout,
+                      A goulash roundelay.
+
+                    Sing a junket rigmarole,
+                      A shindig jamboree,
+                      Catalogues or doggerels,
+                    They’re all the same to me.
+
+[Illustration: GIBBERISH]
+
+
+                          MRS. VAN DER HOOK
+
+                    There was a little lady and
+                      her name was Mrs. Van der Hook.
+                    She lived upon the main street of
+                      the town of Amsterdam.
+                    And when the neighbors told her it
+                      was very rude to stand and look,
+                    All she ever answered was,
+                      “Well that’s the way I am.”
+
+[Illustration: MRS. VAN DER HOOK]
+
+
+                          THE RAT AND GUITAR
+
+                You’ve heard of the Cat and the Fiddle,
+                  Well, I am the Rat and Guitar.
+                    I play by the moon
+                  Such a beautiful toon
+                The Cat goes on sleeping--Ha! Ha!
+
+[Illustration: THE RAT AND THE GUITAR]
+
+
+                         BETWIXT AND BETWEEN
+
+                Betwixt and Between were two betwins,
+                Their father’s name was Twoddle.
+                They’ve been alike as a pair of pins
+                Since they could scarcely toddle.
+
+[Illustration: BETWIXT AND BETWEEN]
+
+
+                         THE KITCHEN KALENDAR
+
+                        Pastry and Bun day
+                        Ought to be Monday.
+                        Then Irish Stews-day
+                        Falls on a Tuesday.
+
+                        Dine-out-with-friends day,
+                        Let’s make that Wednesday.
+                        Next, Apple-pie day
+                        Should always be Friday.
+
+                        Sausage-in-batter day,
+                        Put that down Saturday.
+                        But what about Sunday?
+                        Oh, take a rest one day.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+                         THE HOUSEHOLD DRUDGE
+
+                      The Household Drudge
+                      Was making fudge
+                    In a great big china basin.
+                      Alas! Alack!
+                      She turned her back
+                    And the poodle dipped his face in!
+
+[Illustration: THE HOUSEHOLD DRUDGE]
+
+
+                       GOOD MORNING CORNUCOPIA
+
+          Good morning Cornucopia!
+          Your face looks even soapier
+        Than when I met you walking yesterday.
+
+          I know it, dear Symposium,
+          My complexion got so rosium
+        I covered it with lather and I left it there to stay.
+
+[Illustration: GOOD MORNING CORNUCOPIA]
+
+
+                         GIMCRACK AND GEWGAW
+
+                Gimcrack and Gewgaw
+                Were riding a see-saw
+                And Gewgaw was up in the air.
+                There popped up a rabbit,
+                And Gim ran to grab it.
+                Said Gew, “Oh, that’s not playing fair!”
+
+[Illustration: GIMCRACK AND GEWGAW]
+
+
+                            LULU GUBRIOUS
+
+    Said Auntie Macassar to Miss Lulu Gubrious
+    “Isn’t the weather just simply salubrious?”
+    “Why, no,” answered Lulu, “I think it’s monotonous.
+    “Just think if the rain should have gone and forgotten us!”
+
+[Illustration: LULU GUBRIOUS]
+
+
+
+
+
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+This eBook was produced by David Widger
+with the help of Derek Andrew's text from January 1992
+and the work of Bryan Taylor in November 2002.
+
+
+
+
+
+Book 59        James
+
+59:001:001 James, a servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ, to the
+           twelve tribes which are scattered abroad, greeting.
+
+59:001:002 My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers
+           temptations;
+
+59:001:003 Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience.
+
+59:001:004 But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect
+           and entire, wanting nothing.
+
+59:001:005 If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to
+           all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given
+           him.
+
+59:001:006 But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that
+           wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and
+           tossed.
+
+59:001:007 For let not that man think that he shall receive any thing of
+           the Lord.
+
+59:001:008 A double minded man is unstable in all his ways.
+
+59:001:009 Let the brother of low degree rejoice in that he is exalted:
+
+59:001:010 But the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of
+           the grass he shall pass away.
+
+59:001:011 For the sun is no sooner risen with a burning heat, but it
+           withereth the grass, and the flower thereof falleth, and the
+           grace of the fashion of it perisheth: so also shall the rich
+           man fade away in his ways.
+
+59:001:012 Blessed is the man that endureth temptation: for when he is
+           tried, he shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord hath
+           promised to them that love him.
+
+59:001:013 Let no man say when he is tempted, I am tempted of God: for
+           God cannot be tempted with evil, neither tempteth he any man:
+
+59:001:014 But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own
+           lust, and enticed.
+
+59:001:015 Then when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin: and sin,
+           when it is finished, bringeth forth death.
+
+59:001:016 Do not err, my beloved brethren.
+
+59:001:017 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and
+           cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no
+           variableness, neither shadow of turning.
+
+59:001:018 Of his own will begat he us with the word of truth, that we
+           should be a kind of firstfruits of his creatures.
+
+59:001:019 Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to
+           hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:
+
+59:001:020 For the wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God.
+
+59:001:021 Wherefore lay apart all filthiness and superfluity of
+           naughtiness, and receive with meekness the engrafted word,
+           which is able to save your souls.
+
+59:001:022 But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving
+           your own selves.
+
+59:001:023 For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like
+           unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass:
+
+59:001:024 For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway
+           forgetteth what manner of man he was.
+
+59:001:025 But whoso looketh into the perfect law of liberty, and
+           continueth therein, he being not a forgetful hearer, but a
+           doer of the work, this man shall be blessed in his deed.
+
+59:001:026 If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not
+           his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion
+           is vain.
+
+59:001:027 Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this,
+           To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to
+           keep himself unspotted from the world.
+
+59:002:001 My brethren, have not the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ, the
+           Lord of glory, with respect of persons.
+
+59:002:002 For if there come unto your assembly a man with a gold ring,
+           in goodly apparel, and there come in also a poor man in vile
+           raiment;
+
+59:002:003 And ye have respect to him that weareth the gay clothing, and
+           say unto him, Sit thou here in a good place; and say to the
+           poor, Stand thou there, or sit here under my footstool:
+
+59:002:004 Are ye not then partial in yourselves, and are become judges
+           of evil thoughts?
+
+59:002:005 Hearken, my beloved brethren, Hath not God chosen the poor of
+           this world rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom which he
+           hath promised to them that love him?
+
+59:002:006 But ye have despised the poor. Do not rich men oppress you,
+           and draw you before the judgment seats?
+
+59:002:007 Do not they blaspheme that worthy name by the which ye are
+           called?
+
+59:002:008 If ye fulfil the royal law according to the scripture, Thou
+           shalt love thy neighbour as thyself, ye do well:
+
+59:002:009 But if ye have respect to persons, ye commit sin, and are
+           convinced of the law as transgressors.
+
+59:002:010 For whosoever shall keep the whole law, and yet offend in one
+           point, he is guilty of all.
+
+59:002:011 For he that said, Do not commit adultery, said also, Do not
+           kill. Now if thou commit no adultery, yet if thou kill, thou
+           art become a transgressor of the law.
+
+59:002:012 So speak ye, and so do, as they that shall be judged by the
+           law of liberty.
+
+59:002:013 For he shall have judgment without mercy, that hath shewed no
+           mercy; and mercy rejoiceth against judgment.
+
+59:002:014 What doth it profit, my brethren, though a man say he hath
+           faith, and have not works? can faith save him?
+
+59:002:015 If a brother or sister be naked, and destitute of daily food,
+
+59:002:016 And one of you say unto them, Depart in peace, be ye warmed
+           and filled; notwithstanding ye give them not those things
+           which are needful to the body; what doth it profit?
+
+59:002:017 Even so faith, if it hath not works, is dead, being alone.
+
+59:002:018 Yea, a man may say, Thou hast faith, and I have works: shew me
+           thy faith without thy works, and I will shew thee my faith by
+           my works.
+
+59:002:019 Thou believest that there is one God; thou doest well: the
+           devils also believe, and tremble.
+
+59:002:020 But wilt thou know, O vain man, that faith without works is
+           dead?
+
+59:002:021 Was not Abraham our father justified by works, when he had
+           offered Isaac his son upon the altar?
+
+59:002:022 Seest thou how faith wrought with his works, and by works was
+           faith made perfect?
+
+59:002:023 And the scripture was fulfilled which saith, Abraham believed
+           God, and it was imputed unto him for righteousness: and he was
+           called the Friend of God.
+
+59:002:024 Ye see then how that by works a man is justified, and not by
+           faith only.
+
+59:002:025 Likewise also was not Rahab the harlot justified by works,
+           when she had received the messengers, and had sent them out
+           another way?
+
+59:002:026 For as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without
+           works is dead also.
+
+59:003:001 My brethren, be not many masters, knowing that we shall
+           receive the greater condemnation.
+
+59:003:002 For in many things we offend all. If any man offend not in
+           word, the same is a perfect man, and able also to bridle the
+           whole body.
+
+59:003:003 Behold, we put bits in the horses' mouths, that they may obey
+           us; and we turn about their whole body.
+
+59:003:004 Behold also the ships, which though they be so great, and are
+           driven of fierce winds, yet are they turned about with a very
+           small helm, whithersoever the governor listeth.
+
+59:003:005 Even so the tongue is a little member, and boasteth great
+           things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth!
+
+59:003:006 And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the
+           tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and
+           setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of
+           hell.
+
+59:003:007 For every kind of beasts, and of birds, and of serpents, and
+           of things in the sea, is tamed, and hath been tamed of
+           mankind:
+
+59:003:008 But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of
+           deadly poison.
+
+59:003:009 Therewith bless we God, even the Father; and therewith curse
+           we men, which are made after the similitude of God.
+
+59:003:010 Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My
+           brethren, these things ought not so to be.
+
+59:003:011 Doth a fountain send forth at the same place sweet water and
+           bitter?
+
+59:003:012 Can the fig tree, my brethren, bear olive berries? either a
+           vine, figs? so can no fountain both yield salt water and
+           fresh.
+
+59:003:013 Who is a wise man and endued with knowledge among you? let him
+           shew out of a good conversation his works with meekness of
+           wisdom.
+
+59:003:014 But if ye have bitter envying and strife in your hearts, glory
+           not, and lie not against the truth.
+
+59:003:015 This wisdom descendeth not from above, but is earthly,
+           sensual, devilish.
+
+59:003:016 For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every
+           evil work.
+
+59:003:017 But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then
+           peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and
+           good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy.
+
+59:003:018 And the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace of them that
+           make peace.
+
+59:004:001 From whence come wars and fightings among you? come they not
+           hence, even of your lusts that war in your members?
+
+59:004:002 Ye lust, and have not: ye kill, and desire to have, and cannot
+           obtain: ye fight and war, yet ye have not, because ye ask not.
+
+59:004:003 Ye ask, and receive not, because ye ask amiss, that ye may
+           consume it upon your lusts.
+
+59:004:004 Ye adulterers and adulteresses, know ye not that the
+           friendship of the world is enmity with God? whosoever
+           therefore will be a friend of the world is the enemy of God.
+
+59:004:005 Do ye think that the scripture saith in vain, The spirit that
+           dwelleth in us lusteth to envy?
+
+59:004:006 But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth
+           the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble.
+
+59:004:007 Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he
+           will flee from you.
+
+59:004:008 Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. Cleanse your
+           hands, ye sinners; and purify your hearts, ye double minded.
+
+59:004:009 Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned
+           to mourning, and your joy to heaviness.
+
+59:004:010 Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift
+           you up.
+
+59:004:011 Speak not evil one of another, brethren. He that speaketh evil
+           of his brother, and judgeth his brother, speaketh evil of the
+           law, and judgeth the law: but if thou judge the law, thou art
+           not a doer of the law, but a judge.
+
+59:004:012 There is one lawgiver, who is able to save and to destroy: who
+           art thou that judgest another?
+
+59:004:013 Go to now, ye that say, To day or to morrow we will go into
+           such a city, and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and
+           get gain:
+
+59:004:014 Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is
+           your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little
+           time, and then vanisheth away.
+
+59:004:015 For that ye ought to say, If the Lord will, we shall live, and
+           do this, or that.
+
+59:004:016 But now ye rejoice in your boastings: all such rejoicing is
+           evil.
+
+59:004:017 Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to
+           him it is sin.
+
+59:005:001 Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that
+           shall come upon you.
+
+59:005:002 Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are motheaten.
+
+59:005:003 Your gold and silver is cankered; and the rust of them shall
+           be a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were
+           fire. Ye have heaped treasure together for the last days.
+
+59:005:004 Behold, the hire of the labourers who have reaped down your
+           fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth: and the
+           cries of them which have reaped are entered into the ears of
+           the Lord of sabaoth.
+
+59:005:005 Ye have lived in pleasure on the earth, and been wanton; ye
+           have nourished your hearts, as in a day of slaughter.
+
+59:005:006 Ye have condemned and killed the just; and he doth not resist
+           you.
+
+59:005:007 Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord.
+           Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the
+           earth, and hath long patience for it, until he receive the
+           early and latter rain.
+
+59:005:008 Be ye also patient; stablish your hearts: for the coming of
+           the Lord draweth nigh.
+
+59:005:009 Grudge not one against another, brethren, lest ye be
+           condemned: behold, the judge standeth before the door.
+
+59:005:010 Take, my brethren, the prophets, who have spoken in the name
+           of the Lord, for an example of suffering affliction, and of
+           patience.
+
+59:005:011 Behold, we count them happy which endure. Ye have heard of the
+           patience of Job, and have seen the end of the Lord; that the
+           Lord is very pitiful, and of tender mercy.
+
+59:005:012 But above all things, my brethren, swear not, neither by
+           heaven, neither by the earth, neither by any other oath: but
+           let your yea be yea; and your nay, nay; lest ye fall into
+           condemnation.
+
+59:005:013 Is any among you afflicted? let him pray. Is any merry? let
+           him sing psalms.
+
+59:005:014 Is any sick among you? let him call for the elders of the
+           church; and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in
+           the name of the Lord:
+
+59:005:015 And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord
+           shall raise him up; and if he have committed sins, they shall
+           be forgiven him.
+
+59:005:016 Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another,
+           that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a
+           righteous man availeth much.
+
+59:005:017 Elias was a man subject to like passions as we are, and he
+           prayed earnestly that it might not rain: and it rained not on
+           the earth by the space of three years and six months.
+
+59:005:018 And he prayed again, and the heaven gave rain, and the earth
+           brought forth her fruit.
+
+59:005:019 Brethren, if any of you do err from the truth, and one convert
+           him;
+
+59:005:020 Let him know, that he which converteth the sinner from the
+           error of his way shall save a soul from death, and shall hide
+           a multitude of sins.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Book 29 Joel
+001:001 The Word of Yahweh that came to Joel, the son of Pethuel.
+001:002 Hear this, you elders, And listen, all you inhabitants of the land.
+        Has this ever happened in your days, or in the days
+        of your fathers?
+001:003 Tell your children about it, and have your children tell
+        their children, and their children, another generation.
+001:004 What the swarming locust has left, the great locust has eaten.
+        What the great locust has left, the grasshopper has eaten.
+        What the grasshopper has left, the caterpillar has eaten.
+001:005 Wake up, you drunkards, and weep!  Wail, all you drinkers of wine,
+        because of the sweet wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
+001:006 For a nation has come up on my land, strong, and without number.
+        His teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the fangs
+        of a lioness.
+001:007 He has laid my vine waste, and stripped my fig tree.
+        He has stripped its bark, and thrown it away.  Its branches
+        are made white.
+001:008 Mourn like a virgin dressed in sackcloth for the husband
+        of her youth!
+001:009 The meal offering and the drink offering are cut off from
+        Yahweh's house.  The priests, Yahweh's ministers, mourn.
+001:010 The field is laid waste.  The land mourns, for the grain
+        is destroyed, The new wine has dried up, and the oil languishes.
+001:011 Be confounded, you farmers!  Wail, you vineyard keepers;
+        for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the
+        field has perished.
+001:012 The vine has dried up, and the fig tree withered;
+        the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree,
+        even all of the trees of the field are withered; for joy has
+        withered away from the sons of men.
+001:013 Put on sackcloth and mourn, you priests!  Wail, you ministers
+        of the altar.  Come, lie all night in sackcloth, you ministers
+        of my God, for the meal offering and the drink offering are
+        withheld from your God's house.
+001:014 Sanctify a fast.  Call a solemn assembly.  Gather the elders,
+        and all the inhabitants of the land, to the house of Yahweh,
+        your God, and cry to Yahweh.
+001:015 Alas for the day!  For the day of Yahweh is at hand, and it
+        will come as destruction from the Almighty.
+001:016 Isn't the food cut off before our eyes; joy and gladness
+        from the house of our God?
+001:017 The seeds rot under their clods.  The granaries are laid desolate.
+        The barns are broken down, for the grain has withered.
+001:018 How the animals groan!  The herds of livestock are perplexed,
+        because they have no pasture.  Yes, the flocks of sheep
+        are made desolate.
+001:019 Yahweh, I cry to you, For the fire has devoured the pastures
+        of the wilderness, and the flame has burned all the trees
+        of the field.
+001:020 Yes, the animals of the field pant to you, for the water
+        brooks have dried up, And the fire has devoured the pastures
+        of the wilderness.
+002:001 Blow the trumpet in Zion, and sound an alarm in my holy mountain!
+        Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble, for the day
+        of Yahweh comes, for it is close at hand:
+002:002 A day of darkness and gloominess, a day of clouds and thick darkness.
+        As the dawn spreading on the mountains, a great and strong people;
+        there has never been the like, neither will there be any more
+        after them, even to the years of many generations.
+002:003 A fire devours before them, and behind them, a flame burns.
+        The land is as the garden of Eden before them, and behind them,
+        a desolate wilderness.  Yes, and no one has escaped them.
+002:004 The appearance of them is as the appearance of horses,
+        and as horsemen, so do they run.
+002:005 Like the noise of chariots on the tops of the mountains do they leap,
+        like the noise of a flame of fire that devours the stubble,
+        as a strong people set in battle array.
+002:006 At their presence the peoples are in anguish.  All faces
+        have grown pale.
+002:007 They run like mighty men.  They climb the wall like warriors.
+        They each march in his line, and they don't swerve off course.
+002:008 Neither does one jostle another; they march everyone in his path,
+        and they burst through the defenses, and don't break ranks.
+002:009 They rush on the city.  They run on the wall.  They climb up
+        into the houses.  They enter in at the windows like thieves.
+002:010 The earth quakes before them.  The heavens tremble.
+        The sun and the moon are darkened, and the stars
+        withdraw their shining.
+002:011 Yahweh thunders his voice before his army; for his forces
+        are very great; for he is strong who obeys his command;
+        for the day of Yahweh is great and very awesome, and who
+        can endure it?
+002:012 "Yet even now," says Yahweh, "turn to me with all your heart,
+        and with fasting, and with weeping, and with mourning."
+002:013 Tear your heart, and not your garments, and turn to Yahweh,
+        your God; for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger,
+        and abundant in loving kindness, and relents from sending calamity.
+002:014 Who knows?  He may turn and relent, and leave a blessing behind him,
+        even a meal offering and a drink offering to Yahweh, your God.
+002:015 Blow the trumpet in Zion!  Sanctify a fast.  Call a solemn assembly.
+002:016 Gather the people.  Sanctify the assembly.  Assemble the elders.
+        Gather the children, and those who suck the breasts.
+        Let the bridegroom go forth from his room, and the bride
+        out of her chamber.
+002:017 Let the priests, the ministers of Yahweh, weep between the porch
+        and the altar, and let them say, "Spare your people, Yahweh,
+        and don't give your heritage to reproach, that the nations
+        should rule over them.  Why should they say among the peoples,
+        'Where is their God?'"
+002:018 Then Yahweh was jealous for his land, And had pity on his people.
+002:019 Yahweh answered his people, "Behold, I will send you grain,
+        new wine, and oil, and you will be satisfied with them;
+        and I will no more make you a reproach among the nations.
+002:020 But I will remove the northern army far away from you,
+        and will drive it into a barren and desolate land, its front
+        into the eastern sea, and its back into the western sea;
+        and its stench will come up, and its bad smell will rise."
+        Surely he has done great things.
+002:021 Land, don't be afraid.  Be glad and rejoice, for Yahweh has
+        done great things.
+002:022 Don't be afraid, you animals of the field; for the pastures
+        of the wilderness spring up, for the tree bears its fruit.
+        The fig tree and the vine yield their strength.
+002:023 "Be glad then, you children of Zion, and rejoice in Yahweh,
+        your God; for he gives you the former rain in just measure,
+        and he causes the rain to come down for you, the former rain
+        and the latter rain, as before.
+002:024 The threshing floors will be full of wheat, and the vats
+        will overflow with new wine and oil.
+002:025 I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten,
+        the great locust, the grasshopper, and the caterpillar,
+        my great army, which I sent among you.
+002:026 You will have plenty to eat, and be satisfied, and will praise
+        the name of Yahweh, your God, who has dealt wondrously with you;
+        and my people will never again be disappointed.
+002:027 You will know that I am in the midst of Israel, and that I
+        am Yahweh, your God, and there is no one else; and my people
+        will never again be disappointed.
+002:028 "It will happen afterward, that I will pour out my Spirit on
+        all flesh; and your sons and your daughters will prophesy.
+        Your old men will dream dreams.  Your young men will see visions.
+002:029 And also on the servants and on the handmaids in those days,
+        I will pour out my Spirit.
+002:030 I will show wonders in the heavens and in the earth:
+        blood, fire, and pillars of smoke.
+002:031 The sun will be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood,
+        before the great and terrible day of Yahweh comes.
+002:032 It will happen that whoever will call on the name of Yahweh
+        shall be saved; for in Mount Zion and in Jerusalem there will
+        be those who escape, as Yahweh has said, and among the remnant,
+        those whom Yahweh calls.
+003:001 "For, behold, in those days, and in that time, when I restore
+        the fortunes of Judah and Jerusalem,
+003:002 I will gather all nations, and will bring them down into
+        the valley of Jehoshaphat; and I will execute judgment on them
+        there for my people, and for my heritage, Israel, whom they
+        have scattered among the nations.  They have divided my land,
+003:003 and have cast lots for my people, and have given a boy for
+        a prostitute, and sold a girl for wine, that they may drink.
+003:004 "Yes, and what are you to me, Tyre, and Sidon,
+        and all the regions of Philistia?  Will you repay me?
+        And if you repay me, I will swiftly and speedily return
+        your repayment on your own head.
+003:005 Because you have taken my silver and my gold, and have carried
+        my finest treasures into your temples,
+003:006 and have sold the children of Judah and the children of Jerusalem
+        to the sons of the Greeks, that you may remove them far
+        from their border.
+003:007 Behold, I will stir them up out of the place where you have
+        sold them, and will return your repayment on your own head;
+003:008 and I will sell your sons and your daughters into the hands
+        of the children of Judah, and they will sell them to the men
+        of Sheba, to a faraway nation, for Yahweh has spoken it."
+003:009 Proclaim this among the nations:  "Prepare for war!
+        Stir up the mighty men.  Let all the warriors draw near.
+        Let them come up.
+003:010 Beat your plowshares into swords, and your pruning hooks into spears.
+        Let the weak say, 'I am strong.'
+003:011 Hurry and come, all you surrounding nations, and gather
+        yourselves together."  Cause your mighty ones to come
+        down there, Yahweh.
+003:012 "Let the nations arouse themselves, and come up to the valley
+        of Jehoshaphat; for there will I sit to judge all
+        the surrounding nations.
+003:013 Put in the sickle; for the harvest is ripe.  Come, tread,
+        for the winepress is full, the vats overflow, for their
+        wickedness is great."
+003:014 Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision!
+        For the day of Yahweh is near, in the valley of decision.
+003:015 The sun and the moon are darkened, and the stars
+        withdraw their shining.
+003:016 Yahweh will roar from Zion, and thunder from Jerusalem;
+        and the heavens and the earth will shake; but Yahweh will be a
+        refuge to his people, and a stronghold to the children of Israel.
+003:017 "So you will know that I am Yahweh, your God, dwelling in Zion,
+        my holy mountain.  Then Jerusalem will be holy, and no strangers
+        will pass through her any more.
+003:018 It will happen in that day, that the mountains will drop down
+        sweet wine, the hills will flow with milk, all the brooks
+        of Judah will flow with waters, and a fountain will come forth
+        from the house of Yahweh, and will water the valley of Shittim.
+003:019 Egypt will be a desolation, and Edom will be a desolate wilderness,
+        for the violence done to the children of Judah, because they
+        have shed innocent blood in their land.
+003:020 But Judah will be inhabited forever, and Jerusalem from
+        generation to generation.
+003:021 I will cleanse their blood, that I have not cleansed:
+        for Yahweh dwells in Zion."
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+From www.ebible.org with slight reformatting by Martin Ward.
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+Book 59 James
+001:001 James, a servant of God and of the Lord Jesus Christ,
+        to the twelve tribes which are in the Dispersion:  Greetings.
+001:002 Count it all joy, my brothers{The word for "brothers"
+        here and where context allows may also be correctly translated
+        "brothers and sisters" or "siblings."}, when you fall
+        into various temptations,
+001:003 knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance.
+001:004 Let endurance have its perfect work, that you may be perfect
+        and complete, lacking in nothing.
+001:005 But if any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God,
+        who gives to all liberally and without reproach; and it
+        will be given to him.
+001:006 But let him ask in faith, without any doubting, for he who doubts
+        is like a wave of the sea, driven by the wind and tossed.
+001:007 For let that man not think that he will receive anything
+        from the Lord.
+001:008 He is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways.
+001:009 But let the brother in humble circumstances glory in
+        his high position;
+001:010 and the rich, in that he is made humble, because like the flower
+        in the grass, he will pass away.
+001:011 For the sun arises with the scorching wind, and withers
+        the grass, and the flower in it falls, and the beauty of its
+        appearance perishes.  So also will the rich man fade away
+        in his pursuits.
+001:012 Blessed is the man who endures temptation, for when he has
+        been approved, he will receive the crown of life, which the Lord
+        promised to those who love him.
+001:013 Let no man say when he is tempted, "I am tempted by God,"
+        for God can't be tempted by evil, and he himself tempts no one.
+001:014 But each one is tempted, when he is drawn away by his
+        own lust, and enticed.
+001:015 Then the lust, when it has conceived, bears sin; and the sin,
+        when it is full grown, brings forth death.
+001:016 Don't be deceived, my beloved brothers.
+001:017 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down
+        from the Father of lights, with whom can be no variation,
+        nor turning shadow.
+001:018 Of his own will he brought us forth by the word of truth,
+        that we should be a kind of first fruits of his creatures.
+001:019 So, then, my beloved brothers, let every man be swift to hear,
+        slow to speak, and slow to anger;
+001:020 for the anger of man doesn't produce the righteousness of God.
+001:021 Therefore, putting away all filthiness and overflowing
+        of wickedness, receive with humility the implanted word,
+        which is able to save your souls{or, preserve your life.}.
+001:022 But be doers of the word, and not only hearers, deluding
+        your own selves.
+001:023 For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer,
+        he is like a man looking at his natural face in a mirror;
+001:024 for he sees himself, and goes away, and immediately forgets
+        what kind of man he was.
+001:025 But he who looks into the perfect law of freedom, and continues,
+        not being a hearer who forgets, but a doer of the work,
+        this man will be blessed in what he does.
+001:026 If anyone among you thinks himself to be religious while
+        he doesn't bridle his tongue, but deceives his heart,
+        this man's religion is worthless.
+001:027 Pure religion and undefiled before our God and Father is this:
+        to visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction,
+        and to keep oneself unstained by the world.
+002:001 My brothers, don't hold the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ
+        of glory with partiality.
+002:002 For if a man with a gold ring, in fine clothing, comes into
+        your synagogue{or, meeting}, and a poor man in filthy clothing
+        also comes in;
+002:003 and you pay special attention to him who wears the fine clothing,
+        and say, "Sit here in a good place;" and you tell the poor man,
+        "Stand there," or "Sit by my footstool;"
+002:004 haven't you shown partiality among yourselves, and become
+        judges with evil thoughts?
+002:005 Listen, my beloved brothers.  Didn't God choose those who are poor
+        in this world to be rich in faith, and heirs of the Kingdom
+        which he promised to those who love him?
+002:006 But you have dishonored the poor man.  Don't the rich oppress you,
+        and personally drag you before the courts?
+002:007 Don't they blaspheme the honorable name by which you are called?
+002:008 However, if you fulfill the royal law, according to
+        the Scripture, "You shall love your neighbor as yourself,"{Leviticus
+        19:18} you do well.
+002:009 But if you show partiality, you commit sin, being convicted
+        by the law as transgressors.
+002:010 For whoever keeps the whole law, and yet stumbles in one point,
+        he has become guilty of all.
+002:011 For he who said, "Do not commit adultery,"{Exodus 20:14;
+        Deuteronomy 5:18} also said, "Do not commit murder."{Exodus 10:13;
+        Deuteronomy 5:17} Now if you do not commit adultery, but murder,
+        you have become a transgressor of the law.
+002:012 So speak, and so do, as men who are to be judged by a
+        law of freedom.
+002:013 For judgment is without mercy to him who has shown no mercy.
+        Mercy triumphs over judgment.
+002:014 What good is it, my brothers, if a man says he has faith,
+        but has no works?  Can faith save him?
+002:015 And if a brother or sister is naked and in lack of daily food,
+002:016 and one of you tells them, "Go in peace, be warmed and filled;"
+        and yet you didn't give them the things the body needs,
+        what good is it?
+002:017 Even so faith, if it has no works, is dead in itself.
+002:018 Yes, a man will say, "You have faith, and I have works."
+        Show me your faith without works, and I by my works will show
+        you my faith.
+002:019 You believe that God is one.  You do well.  The demons
+        also believe, and shudder.
+002:020 But do you want to know, vain man, that faith apart from
+        works is dead?
+002:021 Wasn't Abraham our father justified by works, in that he offered
+        up Isaac his son on the altar?
+002:022 You see that faith worked with his works, and by works
+        faith was perfected;
+002:023 and the Scripture was fulfilled which says, "Abraham believed God,
+        and it was accounted to him as righteousness;"{Genesis 15:16}
+        and he was called the friend of God.
+002:024 You see then that by works, a man is justified, and not
+        only by faith.
+002:025 In like manner wasn't Rahab the prostitute also justified
+        by works, in that she received the messengers, and sent them
+        out another way?
+002:026 For as the body apart from the spirit is dead, even so faith
+        apart from works is dead.
+003:001 Let not many of you be teachers, my brothers, knowing that we
+        will receive heavier judgment.
+003:002 For in many things we all stumble.  If anyone doesn't
+        stumble in word, the same is a perfect man, able to bridle
+        the whole body also.
+003:003 Indeed, we put bits into the horses' mouths so that they may
+        obey us, and we guide their whole body.
+003:004 Behold, the ships also, though they are so big and are driven
+        by fierce winds, are yet guided by a very small rudder,
+        wherever the pilot desires.
+003:005 So the tongue is also a little member, and boasts great things.
+        See how a small fire can spread to a large forest!
+003:006 And the tongue is a fire.  The world of iniquity among
+        our members is the tongue, which defiles the whole body,
+        and sets on fire the course of nature, and is set on fire
+        by Gehenna.{or, Hell}
+003:007 For every kind of animal, bird, creeping thing, and thing
+        in the sea, is tamed, and has been tamed by mankind.
+003:008 But nobody can tame the tongue.  It is a restless evil,
+        full of deadly poison.
+003:009 With it we bless our God and Father, and with it we curse men,
+        who are made in the image of God.
+003:010 Out of the same mouth comes forth blessing and cursing.
+        My brothers, these things ought not to be so.
+003:011 Does a spring send out from the same opening fresh and bitter water?
+003:012 Can a fig tree, my brothers, yield olives, or a vine figs?
+        Thus no spring yields both salt water and fresh water.
+003:013 Who is wise and understanding among you?  Let him show by his
+        good conduct that his deeds are done in gentleness of wisdom.
+003:014 But if you have bitter jealousy and selfish ambition in your heart,
+        don't boast and don't lie against the truth.
+003:015 This wisdom is not that which comes down from above,
+        but is earthly, sensual, and demonic.
+003:016 For where jealousy and selfish ambition are, there is confusion
+        and every evil deed.
+003:017 But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceful,
+        gentle, reasonable, full of mercy and good fruits,
+        without partiality, and without hypocrisy.
+003:018 Now the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace by those
+        who make peace.
+004:001 Where do wars and fightings among you come from?
+        Don't they come from your pleasures that war in your members?
+004:002 You lust, and don't have.  You kill, covet, and can't obtain.
+        You fight and make war.  You don't have, because you don't ask.
+004:003 You ask, and don't receive, because you ask with wrong motives,
+        so that you may spend it for your pleasures.
+004:004 You adulterers and adulteresses, don't you know that friendship
+        with the world is enmity with God?  Whoever therefore wants
+        to be a friend of the world makes himself an enemy of God.
+004:005 Or do you think that the Scripture says in vain, "The Spirit
+        who lives in us yearns jealously"?
+004:006 But he gives more grace.  Therefore it says, "God resists
+        the proud, but gives grace to the humble."{Proverbs 3:34}
+004:007 Be subject therefore to God.  But resist the devil, and he will
+        flee from you.
+004:008 Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you.  Cleanse your hands,
+        you sinners; and purify your hearts, you double-minded.
+004:009 Lament, mourn, and weep.  Let your laughter be turned to mourning,
+        and your joy to gloom.
+004:010 Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he will exalt you.
+004:011 Don't speak against one another, brothers.  He who speaks
+        against a brother and judges his brother, speaks against
+        the law and judges the law.  But if you judge the law,
+        you are not a doer of the law, but a judge.
+004:012 Only one is the lawgiver, who is able to save and to destroy.
+        But who are you to judge another?
+004:013 Come now, you who say, "Today or tomorrow let's go into this city,
+        and spend a year there, trade, and make a profit."
+004:014 Whereas you don't know what your life will be like tomorrow.
+        For what is your life?  For you are a vapor, that appears
+        for a little time, and then vanishes away.
+004:015 For you ought to say, "If the Lord wills, we will both live,
+        and do this or that."
+004:016 But now you glory in your boasting.  All such boasting is evil.
+004:017 To him therefore who knows to do good, and doesn't do it,
+        to him it is sin.
+005:001 Come now, you rich, weep and howl for your miseries that are
+        coming on you.
+005:002 Your riches are corrupted and your garments are moth-eaten.
+005:003 Your gold and your silver are corroded, and their corrosion will be
+        for a testimony against you, and will eat your flesh like fire.
+        You have laid up your treasure in the last days.
+005:004 Behold, the wages of the laborers who mowed your fields,
+        which you have kept back by fraud, cry out, and the cries
+        of those who reaped have entered into the ears of the Lord
+        of Armies{Greek: Sabaoth (for Hebrew:  Tze'va'ot)}.
+005:005 You have lived delicately on the earth, and taken your pleasure.
+        You have nourished your hearts as in a day of slaughter.
+005:006 You have condemned, you have murdered the righteous one.
+        He doesn't resist you.
+005:007 Be patient therefore, brothers, until the coming of the Lord.
+        Behold, the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth,
+        being patient over it, until it receives the early and late rain.
+005:008 You also be patient.  Establish your hearts, for the coming
+        of the Lord is at hand.
+005:009 Don't grumble, brothers, against one another, so that you
+        won't be judged.  Behold, the judge stands at the door.
+005:010 Take, brothers, for an example of suffering and of patience,
+        the prophets who spoke in the name of the Lord.
+005:011 Behold, we call them blessed who endured.  You have heard
+        of the patience of Job, and have seen the Lord in the outcome,
+        and how the Lord is full of compassion and mercy.
+005:012 But above all things, my brothers, don't swear, neither by heaven,
+        nor by the earth, nor by any other oath; but let your "yes"
+        be "yes," and your "no," "no;" so that you don't fall into
+        hypocrisy.{TR reads "under judgment" instead of "into hypocrisy"}
+005:013 Is any among you suffering?  Let him pray.  Is any cheerful?
+        Let him sing praises.
+005:014 Is any among you sick?  Let him call for the elders of the assembly,
+        and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name
+        of the Lord,
+005:015 and the prayer of faith will heal him who is sick,
+        and the Lord will raise him up.  If he has committed sins,
+        he will be forgiven.
+005:016 Confess your offenses to one another, and pray for one another,
+        that you may be healed.  The insistent prayer of a righteous
+        person is powerfully effective.
+005:017 Elijah was a man with a nature like ours, and he prayed earnestly
+        that it might not rain, and it didn't rain on the earth
+        for three years and six months.
+005:018 He prayed again, and the sky gave rain, and the earth brought
+        forth its fruit.
+005:019 Brothers, if any among you wanders from the truth, and someone
+        turns him back,
+005:020 let him know that he who turns a sinner from the error of his way
+        will save a soul from death, and will cover a multitude of sins.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+This eBook was produced by David Widger
+from etext #1581 prepared by Dennis McCarthy, Atlanta, Georgia
+and Tad Book, student, Pontifical North American College, Rome.
+
+
+
+
+
+THE HOLY BIBLE
+
+
+
+
+Translated from the Latin Vulgate
+
+
+Diligently Compared with the Hebrew, Greek,
+and Other Editions in Divers Languages
+
+
+THE OLD TESTAMENT
+First Published by the English College at Douay
+A.D. 1609 & 1610
+
+and
+
+THE NEW TESTAMENT
+First Published by the English College at Rheims
+A.D. 1582
+
+
+With Annotations
+
+
+The Whole Revised and Diligently Compared with
+the Latin Vulgate by Bishop Richard Challoner
+A.D. 1749-1752
+
+
+
+
+
+THE PROPHECY OF MALACHIAS
+
+MALACHIAS, whose name signifies The Angel of the Lord, was contemporary
+with NEHEMIAS, and by some is believed to have been the same person as
+ESDRAS. He was the last of the prophets, in the order of time, and
+flourished about four hundred years before Christ. He foretells the
+coming of Christ; the reprobation of the Jews and their sacrifices; and
+the calling of the Gentiles, who shall offer up to God in every place an
+acceptable sacrifice.
+
+
+Malachias Chapter 1
+
+God reproaches the Jews with their ingratitude: and the priests for not
+offering pure sacrifices. He will accept of the sacrifice that shall be
+offered in every place among the Gentiles.
+
+1:1. The burden of the word of the Lord to Israel by the hand of
+Malachias.
+
+1:2. I have loved you, saith the Lord: and you have said: Wherein hast
+thou loved us? Was not Esau brother to Jacob, saith the Lord, and I have
+loved Jacob,
+
+I have loved Jacob, etc... I have preferred his posterity, to make them
+my chosen people, and to lead them with my blessings, without any merit
+on their part, and though they have been always ungrateful; whilst I
+have rejected Esau, and executed severe judgments upon his posterity.
+Not that God punished Esau, or his posterity, beyond their desert: but
+that by his free election and grace he loved Jacob, and favoured his
+posterity above their deserts. See the annotations upon Rom. 9.
+
+1:3. But have hated Esau? and I have made his mountains a wilderness,
+and given his inheritance to the dragons of the desert.
+
+1:4. But if Edom shall say: We are destroyed, but we will return and
+build up what hath been destroyed: thus saith the Lord of hosts: They
+shall build up, and I will throw down: and they shall be called the
+borders of wickedness, and the people with whom the Lord is angry for
+ever.
+
+1:5. And your eyes shall see: and you shall say: The Lord be magnified
+upon the border of Israel.
+
+1:6. The son honoureth the father, and the servant his master: if then I
+be a father, where is my honour?  and if I be a master, where is my
+fear: saith the Lord of hosts.
+
+1:7. To you, O priests, that despise my name, and have said: Wherein
+have we despised thy name? You offer polluted bread upon my altar, and
+you say: Wherein have we polluted thee? In that you say: The table of
+the Lord is contemptible.
+
+1:8. If you offer the blind for sacrifice, is it not evil? and if you
+offer the lame and the sick, is it not evil? offer it to thy prince, if
+he will be pleased with it, or if he will regard thy face, saith the
+Lord of hosts.
+
+1:9. And now beseech ye the face of God, that he may have mercy on you,
+(for by your hand hath this been done,) if by any means he will receive
+your faces, saith the Lord of hosts.
+
+1:10. Who is there among you, that will shut the doors, and will kindle
+the fire on my altar gratis? I have no pleasure in you, saith the Lord
+of hosts: and I will not receive a gift of your hand.
+
+1:11. For from the rising of the sun even to the going down, my name is
+great among the Gentiles, and in every place there is sacrifice, and
+there is offered to my name a clean oblation: for my name is great among
+the Gentiles, saith the Lord of hosts.
+
+A clean oblation... Viz., the precious body and blood of Christ in the
+eucharistic sacrifice.
+
+1:12. And you have profaned it in that you say: The table of the Lord is
+defiled: and that which is laid thereupon is contemptible with the fire
+that devoureth it.
+
+1:13. And you have said: Behold of our labour, and you puffed it away,
+saith the Lord of hosts, and you brought in of rapine the lame, and the
+sick, and brought in an offering: shall I accept it at your hands, saith
+the Lord?
+
+Behold of our labour, etc... You pretended labour and weariness, when
+you brought your offering; and so made it of no value, by offering it
+with an evil mind. Moreover, what you offered was both defective in
+itself, and gotten by rapine and extortion.
+
+1:14. Cursed is the deceitful man that hath in his flock a male, and
+making a vow offereth in sacrifice that which is feeble to the Lord: for
+I am a great King, saith the Lord of hosts, and my name is dreadful
+among the Gentiles.
+
+Malachias Chapter 2
+
+The priests are sharply reproved for neglecting their covenant. The evil
+of marrying with idolaters: and too easily putting away their wives.
+
+2:1. And now, O ye priests, this commandment is to you.
+
+2:2. If you will not hear, and if you will not lay it to heart, to give
+glory to my name, saith the Lord of hosts: I will send poverty upon you,
+and will curse your blessings, yea I will curse them, because you have
+not laid it to heart.
+
+2:3. Behold, I will cast the shoulder to you, and will scatter upon your
+face the dung of your solemnities, and it shall take you away with it.
+
+I will cast the shoulder to you... I will cast away the shoulder, which
+in the law was appointed to be your portion, and fling it at you in my
+anger: and will reject both you and your festivals like dung.
+
+2:4. And you shall know that I sent you this commandment, that my
+covenant might be with Levi, saith the Lord of hosts.
+
+2:5. My covenant was with him of life and peace: and I gave him fear:
+and he feared me, and he was afraid before my name.
+
+2:6. The law of truth was in his mouth, and iniquity was not found in
+his lips: he walked with me in peace, and in equity, and turned many
+away from iniquity.
+
+2:7. For the lips of the priests shall keep knowledge, and they shall
+seek the law at his mouth: because he is the angel of the Lord of hosts.
+
+The angel... Viz., the minister and messenger.
+
+2:8. But you have departed out of the way, and have caused many to
+stumble at the law: you have made void the covenant of Levi, saith the
+Lord of hosts.
+
+2:9. Therefore have I also made you contemptible, and base before all
+people, as you have not kept my ways, and have accepted persons in the
+law.
+
+2:10. Have we not all one father? hath not one God created us? why then
+doth every one of us despise his brother, violating the covenant of our
+fathers?
+
+2:11. Juda hath transgressed, and abomination hath been committed in
+Israel, and in Jerusalem: for Juda hath profaned the holiness of the
+Lord, which he loved, and hath married the daughter of a strange god.
+
+2:12. The Lord will cut off the man that hath done this, both the
+master, and the scholar, out of the tabernacles of Jacob, and him that
+offereth an offering to the Lord of hosts.
+
+2:13. And this again have you done, you have covered the altar of the
+Lord with tears, with weeping, and bellowing, so that I have no more a
+regard to sacrifice, neither do I accept any atonement at your hands.
+
+With tears... Viz., by occasion of your wives, whom you have put away:
+and who came to weep and lament before the altar.
+
+2:14. And you have said: For what cause? Because the Lord hath been
+witness between thee, and the wife of thy youth, whom thou hast
+despised: yet she was thy partner, and the wife of thy covenant.
+
+2:15. Did not one make her, and she is the residue of his spirit? And
+what doth one seek, but the seed of God? Keep then your spirit, and
+despise not the wife of thy youth.
+
+2:16. When thon shalt hate her put her away, saith the Lord, the God of
+lsrael: but iniquity shalt cover his garment, saith the Lord of hosts,
+keep your spirit, and despise not.
+
+Iniquity shall cover his garment... Viz., of every man that putteth away
+his wife without just cause; notwithstanding that God permitted it in
+the law, to prevent the evil of murder.
+
+2:17. You have wearied the Lord with your words, and you said: Wherein
+have we wearied him? In that you say: Every one that doth evil, is good
+in the sight of the Lord, and such please him: or surely where is the
+God of judgment?
+
+Malachias Chapter 3
+
+Christ shall come to his temple, and purify the priesthood. They that
+continue in their evil ways shall be punished: but true penitents shall
+receive a blessing.
+
+3:1. Behold I send my angel, and he shall prepare the way before my
+face. And presently the Lord, whom you seek, and the angel of the
+testament, whom you desire, shall come to his temple. Behold, he cometh,
+saith the Lord of hosts.
+
+My angel... Viz., John the Baptist, the messenger of God, and forerunner
+of Christ.
+
+3:2. And who shall be able to think of the day of his coming? and who
+shall stand to see him? for he is like a refining fire, and like the
+fuller's herb:
+
+3:3. And he shall sit refining and cleansing the silver, and he shall
+purify the sons of Levi, and shall refine them as gold, and as silver,
+and they shall offer sacrifices to the Lord in justice.
+
+3:4. And the sacrifice of Juda and of Jerusalem shall please the Lord,
+as in the days of old, and in the ancient years.
+
+3:5. And I will come to you in judgment, and will be a speedy witness
+against sorcerers, and adulterers, and false swearers, and them that
+oppress the hireling in his wages, the widows, and the fatherless: and
+oppress the stranger, and have not feared me, saith the Lord of hosts.
+
+3:6. For I am the Lord, and I change not: and you the sons of Jacob are
+not consumed.
+
+3:7. For from the days of your fathers you have departed from my
+ordinances, and have not kept them: Return to me, and I will return to
+you, saith the Lord of hosts. And you have said: Wherein shall we
+return?
+
+3:8. Shall a man afflict God, for you afflict me. And you have said:
+Wherein do we afflict thee? in tithes and in firstfruits.
+
+3:9. And you are cursed with want, and you afflict me, even the whole
+nation of you.
+
+3:10. Bring all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat
+in my house, and try me in this, saith the Lord: if I open not unto you
+the flood-gates of heaven, and pour you out a blessing even to
+abundance.
+
+3:11. And I will rebuke for your sakes the devourer, and he shall not
+spoil the fruit of your land: neither shall the vine in the field be
+barren, saith the Lord of hosts.
+
+3:12. And all nations shall call you blessed: for you shall be a
+delightful land, saith the Lord of hosts.
+
+3:13. Your words have been unsufferable to me, saith the Lord.
+
+3:14. And you have said: What have we spoken against thee? You have
+said: He laboureth in vain that serveth God, and what profit is it that
+we have kept his ordinances, and that we have walked sorrowful before
+the Lord of hosts?
+
+3:15. Wherefore now we call the proud people happy, for they that work
+wickedness are built up, and they have tempted God and are preserved.
+
+3:16. Then they that feared the Lord, spoke every one with his
+neighbour: and the Lord gave ear, and heard it: and a book of
+remembrance was written before him for them that fear the Lord, and
+think on his name.
+
+3:17. And they shall be my special possession, saith the Lord of hosts,
+in the day that I do judgment: and I will spare them, as a man spareth
+his son that serveth him.
+
+3:18. And you shall return, and shall see the difference between the
+just and the wicked: and between him that serveth God, and him that
+serveth him not.
+
+Malachias Chapter 4
+
+The judgment of the wicked, and reward of the just. An exhortation to
+observe the law. Elias shall come for the conversion of the Jews.
+
+4:1. For behold the day shall come kindled as a furnace: and all the
+proud, and all that do wickedly shall be stubble: and the day that
+cometh shall set them on fire, saith the Lord of hosts, it shall not
+leave them root, nor branch.
+
+4:2. But unto you that fear my name, the Sun of justice shall arise, and
+health in his wings: and you shall go forth, and shall leap like calves
+of the herd.
+
+4:3. And you shall tread down the wicked when they shall be ashes under
+the sole of your feet in the day that I do this, saith the Lord of
+hosts.  4:4. Remember the law of Moses my servant, which I commanded him
+in Horeb for all Israel, the precepts, and judgments.
+
+4:5. Behold, I will send you Elias the prophet, before the coming of the
+great and dreadful day of the Lord.
+
+4:6. And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the
+heart of the children to their fathers: lest I come, and strike the
+earth with anathema.
+
+He shall turn the heart, etc... By bringing over the Jews to the faith
+of Christ, he shall reconcile them to their fathers, viz., the
+partiarchs and prophets; whose hearts for many ages have been turned
+away from them, because of their refusing to believe in Christ.-Ibid.
+With anathema... In the Hebrew, Cherem, that is, with utter destruction.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+
+This eBook was produced by David Widger
+from etext #1581 prepared by Dennis McCarthy, Atlanta, Georgia
+and Tad Book, student, Pontifical North American College, Rome.
+
+
+
+
+
+THE HOLY BIBLE
+
+
+
+
+Translated from the Latin Vulgate
+
+
+Diligently Compared with the Hebrew, Greek,
+and Other Editions in Divers Languages
+
+
+THE OLD TESTAMENT
+First Published by the English College at Douay
+A.D. 1609 & 1610
+
+and
+
+THE NEW TESTAMENT
+First Published by the English College at Rheims
+A.D. 1582
+
+
+With Annotations
+
+
+The Whole Revised and Diligently Compared with
+the Latin Vulgate by Bishop Richard Challoner
+A.D. 1749-1752
+
+
+
+
+
+THE FIRST EPISTLE OF ST. PAUL TO THE THESSALONIANS
+
+Thessalonica was the capital of Macedonia, in which St. Paul, having
+preached the Gospel, converted some Jews and a great number of the
+Gentiles: but the unbelieving Jews, envying his success, raised such a
+commotion against him that he, and his companion, Sylvanus were obliged
+to quit the city. Afterwards he went to Athens, where he heard that the
+converts in Thessalonica were under a severe persecution, ever since his
+departure; and lest they should lose their fortitude, he sent Timothy to
+strengthen and comfort them in their sufferings. In the meantime St.
+Paul came to Corinth, where he wrote this first Epistle, and also the
+second to the Thessalonians, both in the same year, being the nineteenth
+after our Lord's Ascension. These are the first of his Epistles in the
+order of time.
+
+
+1 Thessalonians Chapter 1
+
+He gives thanks for the grace bestowed on the Thessalonians.
+
+1:1. Paul and Sylvanus and Timothy to the church of the Thessalonians:
+in God the Father and in the Lord Jesus Christ.
+
+1:2. Grace be to you and peace. We give thanks to God always for you
+all: making a remembrance of you in our prayers without ceasing,
+
+1:3. Being mindful of the work of your faith and labour and charity: and
+of the enduring of the hope of our Lord Jesus Christ before God and our
+Father.
+
+1:4. Knowing, brethren, beloved of God, your election:
+
+1:5. For our gospel hath not been unto you in word only, but in power
+also: and in the Holy Ghost and in much fulness, as you know what manner
+of men we have been among you for your sakes.
+
+1:6. And you became followers of us and of the Lord: receiving the word
+in much tribulation, with joy of the Holy Ghost:
+
+1:7. So that you were made a pattern to all that believe in Macedonia
+and in Achaia.
+
+1:8. For from you was spread abroad the word of the Lord not only in
+Macedonia and in Achaia but also in every place: your faith which is
+towards God, is gone forth, so that we need not to speak any thing.
+
+1:9. For they themselves relate of us, what manner of entering in we had
+unto you: and how you turned to God from idols to serve the living and
+true God.
+
+1:10. And to wait for his Son from heaven (whom he raised up from the
+dead), Jesus, who hath delivered us from the wrath to come.
+
+1 Thessalonians Chapter 2
+
+The sincerity of the apostle's preaching the gospel to them and of their
+receiving it.
+
+2:1. For yourselves know, brethren, our entrance in unto you, that it
+was not in vain:
+
+2:2. But having suffered many things before and been shamefully treated,
+(as you know) at Philippi, we had confidence in our God, to speak unto
+you the gospel of God in much carefulness.
+
+2:3. For our exhortation was not of error, nor of uncleanness, nor in
+deceit.
+
+2:4. But as we were approved by God that the gospel should be committed
+to us: even so we speak, not as pleasing men but God, who proveth our
+hearts.
+
+2:5. For neither have we used at any time the speech of flattery, as you
+know: nor taken an occasion of covetousness (God is witness):
+
+2:6. Nor sought we glory of men, neither of you, nor of others.
+
+2:7. Whereas we might have been burdensome to you, as the apostles of
+Christ: but we became little ones in the midst of you, as if a nurse
+should cherish her children:
+
+2:8. So desirous of you, we would gladly impart unto you not only the
+gospel of God but also our own souls: because you were become most dear
+unto us.
+
+2:9. For you remember, brethren, our labour and toil: working night and
+day, lest we should be chargeable to any of you, we preached among you
+the gospel of God.
+
+2:10. You are witnesses, and God also, how holily and justly and without
+blame we have been to you that have believed:
+
+2:11. As you know in what manner, entreating and comforting you (as a
+father doth his children),
+
+2:12. We testified to every one of you that you would walk worthy of
+God, who hath called you unto his kingdom and glory.
+
+2:14. For you, brethren, are become followers of the churches of God
+which are in Judea, in Christ Jesus: for you also have suffered the same
+things from your own countrymen, even as they have from the Jews:
+
+2:15. Who both killed the Lord Jesus, and the prophets, and have
+persecuted us, and please not God, and are adversaries to all men;
+
+2:16. Prohibiting us to speak to the Gentiles, that they may be saved,
+to fill up their sins always: for the wrath of God is come upon them to
+the end.
+
+To fill up their sins... That is, to fill up the measure of their sins,
+after which God's justice would punish them. For the wrath of God is
+come upon them to the end... That is, to continue on them to the end.
+
+2:17. But we, brethren, being taken away from you for a short time, in
+sight, not in heart, have hastened the more abundantly to see your face
+with great desire.
+
+2:18. For we would have come unto you, I Paul indeed, once and again:
+but Satan hath hindered us.
+
+2:19. For what is our hope or joy or crown of glory? Are not you, in the
+presence of our Lord Jesus Christ at his coming?
+
+2:20. For you are our glory and joy.
+
+1 Thessalonians Chapter 3
+
+The apostle's concern and love for the Thessalonians.
+
+3:1. For which cause, forbearing no longer, we thought it good to remain
+at Athens alone.
+
+3:2. And we sent Timothy, our brother and the minister of God in the
+gospel of Christ, to confirm you and exhort you concerning your faith:
+
+3:3. That no man should be moved in these tribulations: for yourselves
+know that we are appointed thereunto.
+
+3:4. For even when we were with you, we foretold you that we should
+suffer tribulations: as also it is come to pass, and you know.
+
+3:5. For this cause also, I, forbearing no longer, sent to know your
+faith: lest perhaps he that tempteth should have tempted you: and our
+labour should be made vain.
+
+3:6. But now when Timothy came to us from you and related to us your
+faith and charity, and that you have a good remembrance of us always,
+desiring to see us as we also to see you:
+
+3:7. Therefore we were comforted, brethren, in you, in all our necessity
+and tribulation, by your faith.
+
+3:8. Because now we live, if you stand in the Lord.
+
+3:9. For what thanks can we return to God for you, in all the joy
+wherewith we rejoice for you before our God,
+
+3:10. Night and day more abundantly praying that we may see your face
+and may accomplish those things that are wanting to your faith?
+
+3:11. Now God himself and our Father and our Lord Jesus Christ, direct
+our way unto you.
+
+3:12. And may the Lord multiply you and make you abound in charity
+towards one another and towards all men: as we do also towards you,
+
+3:13. To confirm your hearts without blame, in holiness, before God and
+our Father, at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, with all his saints.
+Amen.
+
+1 Thessalonians Chapter 4
+
+He exhorts them to purity and mutual charity. He treats of the
+resurrection of the dead.
+
+4:1. For the rest therefore, brethren, pray and beseech you in the Lord
+Jesus that, as you have received from us, how you ought to walk and to
+please God, so also you would walk, that you may abound the more.
+
+4:2. For you know what precepts I have given to you by the Lord Jesus.
+
+4:3. For this is the will of God, your sanctification: That you should
+abstain from fornication:
+
+4:4. That every one of you should know how to possess his vessel in
+sanctification and honour,
+
+4:5. Not in the passion of lust, like the Gentiles that know not God:
+
+4:6. And that no man overreach nor circumvent his brother in business:
+because the Lord is the avenger of all these things, as we have told you
+before and have testified.
+
+4:7. For God hath not called us unto uncleanness, but unto
+sanctification.
+
+4:8. Therefore, he that despiseth these things, despiseth not man, but
+God, who also hath given his holy Spirit in us.
+
+4:9. But as touching the charity of brotherhood, we have no need to
+write to you: for yourselves have learned of God to love one another.
+
+4:10. For indeed you do it towards all the brethren in all Macedonia.
+But we entreat you, brethren, that you abound more:
+
+4:11. And that you use your endeavour to be quiet: and that you do your
+own business and work with your own hands, as we commanded you: and that
+you walk honestly towards them that are without: and that you want
+nothing of any man's.
+
+4:12. And we will not have you ignorant brethren, concerning them that
+are asleep, that you be not sorrowful, even as others who have no hope.
+
+4:13. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again: even so them who
+have slept through Jesus, will God bring with him.
+
+4:14. For this we say unto you in the word of the Lord, that we who are
+alive, who remain unto the coming of the Lord, shall not prevent them
+who have slept.
+
+4:15. For the Lord himself shall come down from heaven with commandment
+and with the voice of an archangel and with the trumpet of God: and the
+dead who are in Christ shall rise first.
+
+4:16. Then we who are alive, who are left, shall be taken up together
+with them in the clouds to meet Christ, into the air: and so shall we be
+always with the Lord.
+
+4:17. Wherefore, comfort ye one another with these words.
+
+1 Thessalonians Chapter 5
+
+The day of the Lord shall come when least expected. Exhortations to
+several duties.
+
+5:1. But of the times and moments, brethren, you need not, that we
+should write to you:
+
+5:2. For yourselves know perfectly that the day of the Lord shall so
+come as a thief in the night.
+
+5:3. For when they shall say: Peace and security; then shall sudden
+destruction come upon them, as the pains upon her that is with child,
+and they shall not escape.
+
+5:4. But you, brethren, are not in darkness, that the day should
+overtake you as a thief.
+
+5:5. For all you are the children of light and children of the day: we
+are not of the night nor of darkness.
+
+5:6. Therefore, let us not sleep, as others do: but let us watch, and be
+sober.
+
+5:7. For they that sleep, sleep in the night; and they that are drunk,
+are drunk in the night.
+
+5:8. But let us, who are of the day, be sober, having on the breast
+plate of faith and charity and, for a helmet, the hope of salvation.
+
+5:9. For God hath not appointed us unto wrath: but unto the purchasing
+of salvation by our Lord Jesus Christ,
+
+5:10. Who died for us: that, whether we watch or sleep, we may live
+together with him.
+
+5:11. For which cause comfort one another and edify one another, as you
+also do.
+
+5:12. And we beseech you, brethren, to know them who labour among you
+and are over you in the Lord and admonish you;
+
+5:13. That you esteem them more abundantly in charity, for their work's
+sake. Have peace with them.
+
+5:14. And we beseech you, brethren, rebuke the unquiet: comfort the
+feeble minded: support the weak: be patient towards all men.
+
+The unquiet... That is, such as are irregular and disorderly.
+
+5:15. See that none render evil for evil to any man: but ever follow
+that which is good towards each other and towards all men.
+
+5:16. Always rejoice.
+
+5:17. Pray without ceasing.
+
+5:18. In all things give thanks for this is the will of God in Christ
+Jesus concerning you all.
+
+5:19. Extinguish not the spirit.
+
+5:20. Despise not prophecies.
+
+5:21. But prove all things: hold fast that which is good.
+
+5:22. From all appearance of evil refrain yourselves.
+
+5:23. And may the God of peace himself sanctify you in all things: that
+your whole spirit and soul and body may be preserved blameless in the
+coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.
+
+5:24. He is faithful who hath called you, who also will do it.
+
+5:25. Brethren, pray for us.
+
+5:26. Salute all the brethren with a holy kiss.
+
+5:27. I charge you by the Lord that this epistle be read to all the holy
+brethren.
+
+5:28. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Amen.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+This eBook was produced by David Widger
+from etext #1581 prepared by Dennis McCarthy, Atlanta, Georgia
+and Tad Book, student, Pontifical North American College, Rome.
+
+
+
+
+
+THE HOLY BIBLE
+
+
+
+
+Translated from the Latin Vulgate
+
+
+Diligently Compared with the Hebrew, Greek,
+and Other Editions in Divers Languages
+
+
+THE OLD TESTAMENT
+First Published by the English College at Douay
+A.D. 1609 & 1610
+
+and
+
+THE NEW TESTAMENT
+First Published by the English College at Rheims
+A.D. 1582
+
+
+With Annotations
+
+
+The Whole Revised and Diligently Compared with
+the Latin Vulgate by Bishop Richard Challoner
+A.D. 1749-1752
+
+
+
+
+
+THE SECOND EPISTLE OF ST. PAUL TO TIMOTHY
+
+In this Epistle, the Apostle again instructs and admonishes Timothy in
+what belonged to his office, as in the former; and also warns him to
+shun the conversation of those who had erred from the truth, describing
+at the same time their character, He tells him of his approaching death
+and desires him to come speedily to him. It appears from this
+circumstance that he wrote this second Epistle in the time of his last
+imprisonment at Rome and not long before his martyrdom.
+
+
+2 Timothy Chapter 1
+
+He admonishes him to stir up the grace he received by his ordination and
+not to be discouraged at his sufferings, but to hold firm the sound
+doctrine of the gospel.
+
+1:1. Paul, an apostle of Jesus Christ, by the will of God, according to
+the promise of life which is in Christ Jesus:
+
+1:2. To Timothy, my dearly beloved son. Grace, mercy and peace, from God
+the Father and from Christ Jesus our Lord.
+
+1:3. I give thanks to God, whom I serve from my forefathers, with a pure
+conscience, that without ceasing I have a remembrance of thee in my
+prayers, night and day.
+
+1:4. Desiring to see thee, being mindful of thy tears, that I may be
+filled with joy:
+
+1:5. Calling to mind that faith which is in thee unfeigned, which also
+dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois and in thy mother Eunice, and I am
+certain that in thee also.
+
+1:6. For which cause I admonish thee that thou stir up the grace of God
+which is in thee by the imposition of my hands.
+
+1:7. For God hath not given us the spirit of fear: but of power and of
+love and of sobriety.
+
+1:8. Be not thou therefore ashamed of the testimony of our Lord, nor of
+me his prisoner: but labour with the gospel, according to the power of
+God.
+
+1:9. Who hath delivered us and called us by his holy calling, not
+according to our own works, but according to his own purpose and grace,
+which was given us in Christ Jesus before the times of the world:
+
+1:10. But is now made manifest by the illumination of our Saviour Jesus
+Christ, who hath destroyed death and hath brought to light life and
+incorruption by the gospel.
+
+By the illumination... That is, by the bright coming and appearing of
+our Saviour.
+
+1:11. Wherein I am appointed a preacher and an apostle and teacher of
+the Gentiles.
+
+1:12. For which cause, I also suffer these things: but I am not ashamed.
+For I know whom I have believed and I am certain that he is able to keep
+that which I have committed unto him, against that day.
+
+1:13. Hold the form of sound words which thou hast heard of me: in faith
+and in the love which is in Christ Jesus.
+
+1:14. Keep the good thing committed to thy trust by the Holy Ghost who
+dwelleth in us.
+
+1:15. Thou knowest this, that all they who are in Asia are turned away
+from me: of whom are Phigellus and Hermogenes.
+
+1:16. The Lord give mercy to the house of Onesiphorus: because he hath
+often refreshed me and hath not been ashamed of my chain:
+
+1:17. But when he was come to Rome, he carefully sought me and found me.
+
+1:18. The Lord grant unto him to find mercy of the Lord in that day. And
+in how many things he ministered unto me at Ephesus, thou very well
+knowest.
+
+2 Timothy Chapter 2
+
+He exhorts him to diligence in his office and patience in suffering. The
+danger of the delusions of heretics.
+
+2:1. Thou therefore, my son, be strong in Christ Jesus:
+
+2:2. And the things which thou hast heard of me by many witnesses, the
+same commend to faithful men who shall be fit to teach others also.
+
+2:3. Labour as a good soldier of Christ Jesus.
+
+2:4. No man, being a soldier to God, entangleth himself with secular
+businesses: that he may please him to whom he hath engaged himself.
+
+2:5. For he also that striveth for the mastery is not crowned, except he
+strive lawfully.
+
+2:6. The husbandman that laboureth must first partake of the fruits.
+
+2:7. Understand what I say: for the Lord will give thee in all things
+understanding.
+
+2:8. Be mindful that the Lord Jesus Christ is risen again from the dead,
+of the seed of David, according to my gospel:
+
+2:9. Wherein I labour even unto bands, as an evildoer. But the word of
+God is not bound.
+
+2:10. Therefore I endure all things for the sake of the elect, that they
+also may obtain the salvation which is in Christ Jesus, with heavenly
+glory.
+
+2:11. A faithful saying: for if we be dead with him, we shall live also
+with him.
+
+2:12. If we suffer, we shall also reign with him. If we deny him, he
+will also deny us.
+
+2:13. If we believe not, he continueth faithful, he cannot deny himself.
+
+2:14. Of these things put them in mind, charging them before the Lord.
+Contend not in words: for it is to no profit, but to the subverting of
+the hearers.
+
+2:15. Carefully study to present thyself approved unto God, a workman
+that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly handling the word of truth.
+
+2:16. But shun profane and vain babblings: for they grow much towards
+ungodliness.
+
+2:17. And their speech spreadeth like a canker: of whom are Hymeneus and
+Philetus:
+
+2:18. Who have erred from the truth, saying that the resurrection is
+past already, and have subverted the faith of some.
+
+2:19. But the sure foundation of God standeth firm, having this seal:
+the Lord knoweth who are his; and let every one depart from iniquity who
+nameth the name of the Lord.
+
+2:20. But in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and of
+silver, but also of wood and of earth: and some indeed unto honour, but
+some unto dishonour.
+
+2:21. If any man therefore shall cleanse himself from these, he shall be
+a vessel unto honour, sanctified and profitable to the Lord, prepared
+unto every good work.
+
+2:22. But flee thou youthful desires, and pursue justice, faith, charity
+and peace with them that call on the Lord out of a pure heart.
+
+2:23. And avoid foolish and unlearned questions, knowing that they beget
+strifes.
+
+2:24. But the servant of the Lord must not wrangle: but be mild toward
+all men, apt to teach, patient,
+
+2:25. With modesty admonishing them that resist the truth: if
+peradventure God may give them repentance to know the truth;
+
+2:26. And they may recover themselves from the snares of the devil by
+whom they are held captive at his will.
+
+2 Timothy Chapter 3
+
+The character of heretics of latter days. He exhorts Timothy to
+constancy. Of the great profit of the knowledge of the scriptures.
+
+3:1. Know also this, that in the last days shall come dangerous times.
+
+3:2. Men shall be lovers of themselves, covetous, haughty, proud,
+blasphemers, disobedient to parents, ungrateful, wicked,
+
+3:3. Without affection, without peace, slanderers, incontinent,
+unmerciful, without kindness,
+
+3:4. Traitors, stubborn, puffed up, and lovers of pleasure more than of
+God:
+
+3:5. Having an appearance indeed of godliness but denying the power
+thereof. Now these avoid.
+
+3:6. For of these sort are they who creep into houses and lead captive
+silly women laden with sins, who are led away with divers desires:
+
+3:7. Ever learning, and never attaining to the knowledge of the truth.
+
+3:8. Now as Jannes and Mambres resisted Moses, so these also resist the
+truth, men corrupted in mind, reprobate concerning the faith.
+
+Jannes and Mambres... The magicians of king Pharao.
+
+3:9. But they shall proceed no farther: for their folly shall be
+manifest to all men, as theirs also was.
+
+3:10. But thou hast fully known my doctrine, manner of life, purpose,
+faith, longsuffering, love, patience,
+
+3:11. Persecutions, afflictions: such as came upon me at Antioch, at
+Iconium and at Lystra: what persecutions I endured, and out of them all
+the Lord delivered me.
+
+3:12. And all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer
+persecution.
+
+3:13. But evil men and seducers shall grow worse and worse: erring, and
+driving into error,
+
+3:14. But continue thou in those things which thou hast learned and
+which have been committed to thee. Knowing of whom thou hast learned
+them:
+
+3:15. And because from thy infancy thou hast known the holy scriptures
+which can instruct thee to salvation by the faith which is in Christ
+Jesus.
+
+3:16. All scripture, inspired of God, is profitable to teach, to
+reprove, to correct, to instruct in justice:
+
+All scripture,... Every part of divine scripture is certainly profitable
+for all these ends. But, if we would have the whole rule of Christian
+faith and practice, we must not be content with those Scriptures, which
+Timothy knew from his infancy, that is, with the Old Testament alone:
+nor yet with the New Testament, without taking along with it the
+traditions of the apostles, and the interpretation of the church, to
+which the apostles delivered both the book, and the true meaning of it.
+
+3:17. That the man of God may be perfect, furnished to every good work.
+
+2 Timothy Chapter 4
+
+His charge to Timothy. He tells him of his approaching death and desires
+him to come to him.
+
+4:1. I charge thee, before God and Jesus Christ, who shall judge the
+living and the dead, by his coming and his kingdom:
+
+4:2. Preach the word: be instant in season, out of season: reprove,
+entreat, rebuke in all patience and doctrine.
+
+4:3. For there shall be a time when they will not endure sound doctrine
+but, according to their own desires, they will heap to themselves
+teachers having itching ears:
+
+4:4. And will indeed turn away their hearing from the truth, but will be
+turned unto fables.
+
+4:5. But be thou vigilant, labour in all things, do the work of an
+evangelist, fulfil thy ministry. Be sober.
+
+An evangelist... a diligent preacher of the gospel.
+
+4:6. For I am even now ready to be sacrificed: and the time of my
+dissolution is at hand.
+
+4:7. I have fought a good fight: I have finished my course: I have kept
+the faith.
+
+4:8. As to the rest, there is laid up for me a crown of justice which
+the Lord the just judge will render to me in that day: and not only to
+me, but to them also that love his coming. Make haste to come to me
+quickly.
+
+4:9. For Demas hath left me, loving this world, and is gone to
+Thessalonica:
+
+4:10. Crescens into Galatia, Titus into Dalmatia.
+
+4:11. Only Luke is with me. Take Mark and bring him with thee: for he is
+profitable to me for the ministry.
+
+4:12. But Tychicus I have sent to Ephesus.
+
+4:13. The cloak that I left at Troas, with Carpus, when thou comest,
+bring with thee: and the books, especially the parchments.
+
+4:14. Alexander the coppersmith hath done me much evil: the Lord will
+reward him according to his works:
+
+4:15. Whom do thou also avoid: for he hath greatly withstood our words.
+
+4:16. At my first answer, no man stood with me: but all forsook me.  May
+it not be laid to their charge!
+
+4:17. But the Lord stood by me and strengthened me, that by me the
+preaching may be accomplished and that all the Gentiles may hear.  And I
+was delivered out of the mouth of the lion.
+
+4:18. The Lord hath delivered me from every evil work and will preserve
+me unto his heavenly kingdom. To whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.
+
+4:19. Salute Prisca, and Aquila and the household of Onesiphorus.
+
+4:20. Erastus remained at Corinth. And Trophimus I left sick at Miletus.
+
+4:21. Make haste to come before winter. Eubulus and Pudens and Linus and
+Claudia and all the brethren, salute thee.
+
+4:22. The Lord Jesus Christ be with thy spirit. Grace be with you.
+Amen.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+
+Produced by David Widger and Cindy Rosenthal
+
+
+
+
+
+EVE'S DIARY
+
+
+By Mark Twain
+
+
+Illustrated by Lester Ralph
+
+
+
+Translated from the Original
+
+
+
+Part 1.
+
+
+SATURDAY.--I am almost a whole day old, now.  I arrived yesterday.
+That is as it seems to me.  And it must be so, for if there was a
+day-before-yesterday I was not there when it happened, or I should
+remember it.  It could be, of course, that it did happen, and that I
+was not noticing. Very well; I will be very watchful now, and if any
+day-before-yesterdays happen I will make a note of it. It will be best
+to start right and not let the record get confused, for some instinct
+tells me that these details are going to be important to the historian
+some day.  For I feel like an experiment, I feel exactly like an
+experiment; it would be impossible for a person to feel more like an
+experiment than I do, and so I am coming to feel convinced that that
+is what I AM--an experiment; just an experiment, and nothing more.
+
+Then if I am an experiment, am I the whole of it?  No, I think not; I
+think the rest of it is part of it.  I am the main part of it, but I
+think the rest of it has its share in the matter.  Is my position
+assured, or do I have to watch it and take care of it? The latter,
+perhaps.  Some instinct tells me that eternal vigilance is the price
+of supremacy.  [That is a good phrase, I think, for one so young.]
+
+Everything looks better today than it did yesterday.  In the rush of
+finishing up yesterday, the mountains were left in a ragged condition,
+and some of the plains were so cluttered with rubbish and remnants that
+the aspects were quite distressing.  Noble and beautiful works of art
+should not be subjected to haste; and this majestic new world is indeed
+a most noble and beautiful work.  And certainly marvelously near to
+being perfect, notwithstanding the shortness of the time. There are too
+many stars in some places and not enough in others, but that can be
+remedied presently, no doubt.  The moon got loose last night, and slid
+down and fell out of the scheme--a very great loss; it breaks my heart
+to think of it.  There isn't another thing among the ornaments and
+decorations that is comparable to it for beauty and finish.  It should
+have been fastened better. If we can only get it back again--
+
+But of course there is no telling where it went to.  And besides,
+whoever gets it will hide it; I know it because I would do it myself.
+I believe I can be honest in all other matters, but I already begin to
+realize that the core and center of my nature is love of the beautiful,
+a passion for the beautiful, and that it would not be safe to trust me
+with a moon that belonged to another person and that person didn't know
+I had it.  I could give up a moon that I found in the daytime, because I
+should be afraid some one was looking; but if I found it in the dark, I
+am sure I should find some kind of an excuse for not saying anything
+about it.  For I do love moons, they are so pretty and so romantic.  I
+wish we had five or six; I would never go to bed; I should never get
+tired lying on the moss-bank and looking up at them.
+
+Stars are good, too.  I wish I could get some to put in my hair. But I
+suppose I never can.  You would be surprised to find how far off they
+are, for they do not look it.  When they first showed, last night, I
+tried to knock some down with a pole, but it didn't reach, which
+astonished me; then I tried clods till I was all tired out, but I never
+got one.  It was because I am left-handed and cannot throw good.  Even
+when I aimed at the one I wasn't after I couldn't hit the other one,
+though I did make some close shots, for I saw the black blot of the clod
+sail right into the midst of the golden clusters forty or fifty times,
+just barely missing them, and if I could have held out a little longer
+maybe I could have got one.
+
+So I cried a little, which was natural, I suppose, for one of my age,
+and after I was rested I got a basket and started for a place on the
+extreme rim of the circle, where the stars were close to the ground and
+I could get them with my hands, which would be better, anyway, because I
+could gather them tenderly then, and not break them. But it was farther
+than I thought, and at last I had to give it up; I was so tired I
+couldn't drag my feet another step; and besides, they were sore and hurt
+me very much.
+
+I couldn't get back home; it was too far and turning cold; but I found
+some tigers and nestled in among them and was most adorably comfortable,
+and their breath was sweet and pleasant, because they live on
+strawberries.  I had never seen a tiger before, but I knew them in a
+minute by the stripes.  If I could have one of those skins, it would
+make a lovely gown.
+
+Today I am getting better ideas about distances.  I was so eager to get
+hold of every pretty thing that I giddily grabbed for it, sometimes when
+it was too far off, and sometimes when it was but six inches away but
+seemed a foot--alas, with thorns between! I learned a lesson; also I
+made an axiom, all out of my own head--my very first one; THE SCRATCHED
+EXPERIMENT SHUNS THE THORN. I think it is a very good one for one so
+young.
+
+I followed the other Experiment around, yesterday afternoon, at a
+distance, to see what it might be for, if I could.  But I was not able
+to make [it] out.  I think it is a man.  I had never seen a man, but it
+looked like one, and I feel sure that that is what it is. I realize that
+I feel more curiosity about it than about any of the other reptiles.  If
+it is a reptile, and I suppose it is; for it has frowzy hair and blue
+eyes, and looks like a reptile. It has no hips; it tapers like a carrot;
+when it stands, it spreads itself apart like a derrick; so I think it is
+a reptile, though it may be architecture.
+
+I was afraid of it at first, and started to run every time it turned
+around, for I thought it was going to chase me; but by and by I found it
+was only trying to get away, so after that I was not timid any more, but
+tracked it along, several hours, about twenty yards behind, which made
+it nervous and unhappy. At last it was a good deal worried, and climbed
+a tree.  I waited a good while, then gave it up and went home.
+
+Today the same thing over.  I've got it up the tree again.
+
+
+
+SUNDAY.--It is up there yet.  Resting, apparently.  But that is a
+subterfuge:  Sunday isn't the day of rest; Saturday is appointed for
+that.  It looks to me like a creature that is more interested in resting
+than in anything else.  It would tire me to rest so much. It tires me
+just to sit around and watch the tree.  I do wonder what it is for; I
+never see it do anything.
+
+They returned the moon last night, and I was SO happy!  I think it is
+very honest of them.  It slid down and fell off again, but I was not
+distressed; there is no need to worry when one has that kind of
+neighbors; they will fetch it back.  I wish I could do something to show
+my appreciation.  I would like to send them some stars, for we have more
+than we can use.  I mean I, not we, for I can see that the reptile cares
+nothing for such things.
+
+It has low tastes, and is not kind.  When I went there yesterday evening
+in the gloaming it had crept down and was trying to catch the little
+speckled fishes that play in the pool, and I had to clod it to make it
+go up the tree again and let them alone. I wonder if THAT is what it is
+for?  Hasn't it any heart? Hasn't it any compassion for those little
+creature?  Can it be that it was designed and manufactured for such
+ungentle work? It has the look of it.  One of the clods took it back of
+the ear, and it used language.  It gave me a thrill, for it was the
+first time I had ever heard speech, except my own.  I did not understand
+the words, but they seemed expressive.
+
+When I found it could talk I felt a new interest in it, for I love to
+talk; I talk, all day, and in my sleep, too, and I am very interesting,
+but if I had another to talk to I could be twice as interesting, and
+would never stop, if desired.
+
+If this reptile is a man, it isn't an IT, is it?  That wouldn't be
+grammatical, would it?  I think it would be HE.  I think so. In that
+case one would parse it thus:  nominative, HE; dative, HIM; possessive,
+HIS'N. Well, I will consider it a man and call it he until it turns out
+to be something else.  This will be handier than having so many
+uncertainties.
+
+
+
+NEXT WEEK SUNDAY.--All the week I tagged around after him and tried to
+get acquainted.  I had to do the talking, because he was shy, but I
+didn't mind it.  He seemed pleased to have me around, and I used the
+sociable "we" a good deal, because it seemed to flatter him to be
+included.
+
+
+
+WEDNESDAY.--We are getting along very well indeed, now, and getting
+better and better acquainted.  He does not try to avoid me any more,
+which is a good sign, and shows that he likes to have me with him. That
+pleases me, and I study to be useful to him in every way I can, so as to
+increase his regard.
+
+During the last day or two I have taken all the work of naming things
+off his hands, and this has been a great relief to him, for he has no
+gift in that line, and is evidently very grateful.  He can't think of a
+rational name to save him, but I do not let him see that I am aware of
+his defect. Whenever a new creature comes along I name it before he has
+time to expose himself by an awkward silence.  In this way I have saved
+him many embarrassments.  I have no defect like this. The minute I set
+eyes on an animal I know what it is.  I don't have to reflect a moment;
+the right name comes out instantly, just as if it were an inspiration,
+as no doubt it is, for I am sure it wasn't in me half a minute before.
+I seem to know just by the shape of the creature and the way it acts
+what animal it is.
+
+When the dodo came along he thought it was a wildcat--I saw it in his
+eye.  But I saved him.  And I was careful not to do it in a way that
+could hurt his pride.  I just spoke up in a quite natural way of
+pleasing surprise, and not as if I was dreaming of conveying
+information, and said, "Well, I do declare, if there isn't the dodo!"  I
+explained--without seeming to be explaining--how I know it for a dodo,
+and although I thought maybe he was a little piqued that I knew the
+creature when he didn't, it was quite evident that he admired me.  That
+was very agreeable, and I thought of it more than once with
+gratification before I slept. How little a thing can make us happy when
+we feel that we have earned it!
+
+
+
+THURSDAY.--my first sorrow.  Yesterday he avoided me and seemed to wish
+I would not talk to him.  I could not believe it, and thought there was
+some mistake, for I loved to be with him, and loved to hear him talk,
+and so how could it be that he could feel unkind toward me when I had
+not done anything?  But at last it seemed true, so I went away and sat
+lonely in the place where I first saw him the morning that we were made
+and I did not know what he was and was indifferent about him; but now it
+was a mournful place, and every little thing spoke of him, and my heart
+was very sore. I did not know why very clearly, for it was a new
+feeling; I had not experienced it before, and it was all a mystery, and
+I could not make it out.
+
+But when night came I could not bear the lonesomeness, and went to the
+new shelter which he has built, to ask him what I had done that was
+wrong and how I could mend it and get back his kindness again; but he
+put me out in the rain, and it was my first sorrow.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Eve's Diary, Part 1, by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+Produced by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+THE VISION
+
+OF
+
+HELL, PURGATORY, AND PARADISE
+
+
+BY
+
+DANTE ALIGHIERI
+
+
+
+TRANSLATED BY
+
+THE REV. H. F. CARY, M.A.
+
+
+
+HELL
+
+OR THE INFERNO
+
+
+Part 1
+
+
+Cantos 1 - 2
+
+
+
+CANTO I
+
+
+IN the midway of this our mortal life,
+I found me in a gloomy wood, astray
+Gone from the path direct: and e'en to tell
+It were no easy task, how savage wild
+That forest, how robust and rough its growth,
+Which to remember only, my dismay
+Renews, in bitterness not far from death.
+Yet to discourse of what there good befell,
+All else will I relate discover'd there.
+How first I enter'd it I scarce can say,
+Such sleepy dullness in that instant weigh'd
+My senses down, when the true path I left,
+But when a mountain's foot I reach'd, where clos'd
+The valley, that had pierc'd my heart with dread,
+I look'd aloft, and saw his shoulders broad
+Already vested with that planet's beam,
+Who leads all wanderers safe through every way.
+
+Then was a little respite to the fear,
+That in my heart's recesses deep had lain,
+All of that night, so pitifully pass'd:
+And as a man, with difficult short breath,
+Forespent with toiling, 'scap'd from sea to shore,
+Turns to the perilous wide waste, and stands
+At gaze; e'en so my spirit, that yet fail'd
+Struggling with terror, turn'd to view the straits,
+That none hath pass'd and liv'd.  My weary frame
+After short pause recomforted, again
+I journey'd on over that lonely steep,
+
+The hinder foot still firmer.  Scarce the ascent
+Began, when, lo! a panther, nimble, light,
+And cover'd with a speckled skin, appear'd,
+Nor, when it saw me, vanish'd, rather strove
+To check my onward going; that ofttimes
+With purpose to retrace my steps I turn'd.
+
+The hour was morning's prime, and on his way
+Aloft the sun ascended with those stars,
+That with him rose, when Love divine first mov'd
+Those its fair works: so that with joyous hope
+All things conspir'd to fill me, the gay skin
+Of that swift animal, the matin dawn
+And the sweet season.  Soon that joy was chas'd,
+And by new dread succeeded, when in view
+A lion came, 'gainst me, as it appear'd,
+
+With his head held aloft and hunger-mad,
+That e'en the air was fear-struck.  A she-wolf
+Was at his heels, who in her leanness seem'd
+Full of all wants, and many a land hath made
+Disconsolate ere now.  She with such fear
+O'erwhelmed me, at the sight of her appall'd,
+That of the height all hope I lost.  As one,
+Who with his gain elated, sees the time
+When all unwares is gone, he inwardly
+Mourns with heart-griping anguish; such was I,
+Haunted by that fell beast, never at peace,
+Who coming o'er against me, by degrees
+Impell'd me where the sun in silence rests.
+
+While to the lower space with backward step
+I fell, my ken discern'd the form one of one,
+Whose voice seem'd faint through long disuse of speech.
+When him in that great desert I espied,
+"Have mercy on me!" cried I out aloud,
+"Spirit! or living man! what e'er thou be!"
+
+He answer'd: "Now not man, man once I was,
+And born of Lombard parents, Mantuana both
+By country, when the power of Julius yet
+Was scarcely firm.  At Rome my life was past
+Beneath the mild Augustus, in the time
+Of fabled deities and false.  A bard
+Was I, and made Anchises' upright son
+The subject of my song, who came from Troy,
+When the flames prey'd on Ilium's haughty towers.
+But thou, say wherefore to such perils past
+Return'st thou?  wherefore not this pleasant mount
+Ascendest, cause and source of all delight?"
+"And art thou then that Virgil, that well-spring,
+From which such copious floods of eloquence
+Have issued?"  I with front abash'd replied.
+"Glory and light of all the tuneful train!
+May it avail me that I long with zeal
+Have sought thy volume, and with love immense
+Have conn'd it o'er.  My master thou and guide!
+Thou he from whom alone I have deriv'd
+That style, which for its beauty into fame
+Exalts me.  See the beast, from whom I fled.
+O save me from her, thou illustrious sage!"
+
+"For every vein and pulse throughout my frame
+She hath made tremble."  He, soon as he saw
+That I was weeping, answer'd, "Thou must needs
+Another way pursue, if thou wouldst 'scape
+From out that savage wilderness.  This beast,
+At whom thou criest, her way will suffer none
+To pass, and no less hindrance makes than death:
+So bad and so accursed in her kind,
+That never sated is her ravenous will,
+Still after food more craving than before.
+To many an animal in wedlock vile
+She fastens, and shall yet to many more,
+Until that greyhound come, who shall destroy
+Her with sharp pain.  He will not life support
+By earth nor its base metals, but by love,
+Wisdom, and virtue, and his land shall be
+The land 'twixt either Feltro.  In his might
+Shall safety to Italia's plains arise,
+For whose fair realm, Camilla, virgin pure,
+Nisus, Euryalus, and Turnus fell.
+He with incessant chase through every town
+Shall worry, until he to hell at length
+Restore her, thence by envy first let loose.
+I for thy profit pond'ring now devise,
+That thou mayst follow me, and I thy guide
+Will lead thee hence through an eternal space,
+Where thou shalt hear despairing shrieks, and see
+Spirits of old tormented, who invoke
+A second death; and those next view, who dwell
+Content in fire, for that they hope to come,
+Whene'er the time may be, among the blest,
+Into whose regions if thou then desire
+T' ascend, a spirit worthier then I
+Must lead thee, in whose charge, when I depart,
+Thou shalt be left: for that Almighty King,
+Who reigns above, a rebel to his law,
+Adjudges me, and therefore hath decreed,
+That to his city none through me should come.
+He in all parts hath sway; there rules, there holds
+His citadel and throne.  O happy those,
+Whom there he chooses!"  I to him in few:
+"Bard! by that God, whom thou didst not adore,
+I do beseech thee (that this ill and worse
+I may escape) to lead me, where thou saidst,
+That I Saint Peter's gate may view, and those
+Who as thou tell'st, are in such dismal plight."
+
+Onward he mov'd, I close his steps pursu'd.
+
+
+
+
+CANTO II
+
+NOW was the day departing, and the air,
+Imbrown'd with shadows, from their toils releas'd
+All animals on earth; and I alone
+Prepar'd myself the conflict to sustain,
+Both of sad pity, and that perilous road,
+Which my unerring memory shall retrace.
+
+O Muses!  O high genius! now vouchsafe
+Your aid!  O mind! that all I saw hast kept
+Safe in a written record, here thy worth
+And eminent endowments come to proof.
+
+I thus began: "Bard! thou who art my guide,
+Consider well, if virtue be in me
+Sufficient, ere to this high enterprise
+Thou trust me.  Thou hast told that Silvius' sire,
+Yet cloth'd in corruptible flesh, among
+Th' immortal tribes had entrance, and was there
+Sensible present.  Yet if heaven's great Lord,
+Almighty foe to ill, such favour shew'd,
+In contemplation of the high effect,
+Both what and who from him should issue forth,
+It seems in reason's judgment well deserv'd:
+Sith he of Rome, and of Rome's empire wide,
+In heaven's empyreal height was chosen sire:
+Both which, if truth be spoken, were ordain'd
+And 'stablish'd for the holy place, where sits
+Who to great Peter's sacred chair succeeds.
+He from this journey, in thy song renown'd,
+Learn'd things, that to his victory gave rise
+And to the papal robe.  In after-times
+The chosen vessel also travel'd there,
+To bring us back assurance in that faith,
+Which is the entrance to salvation's way.
+But I, why should I there presume?  or who
+Permits it?  not, Aeneas I nor Paul.
+Myself I deem not worthy, and none else
+Will deem me.  I, if on this voyage then
+I venture, fear it will in folly end.
+Thou, who art wise, better my meaning know'st,
+Than I can speak."  As one, who unresolves
+What he hath late resolv'd, and with new thoughts
+Changes his purpose, from his first intent
+Remov'd; e'en such was I on that dun coast,
+Wasting in thought my enterprise, at first
+So eagerly embrac'd.  "If right thy words
+I scan," replied that shade magnanimous,
+"Thy soul is by vile fear assail'd, which oft
+So overcasts a man, that he recoils
+From noblest resolution, like a beast
+At some false semblance in the twilight gloom.
+That from this terror thou mayst free thyself,
+I will instruct thee why I came, and what
+I heard in that same instant, when for thee
+Grief touch'd me first.  I was among the tribe,
+Who rest suspended, when a dame, so blest
+And lovely, I besought her to command,
+Call'd me; her eyes were brighter than the star
+Of day; and she with gentle voice and soft
+Angelically tun'd her speech address'd:
+"O courteous shade of Mantua! thou whose fame
+Yet lives, and shall live long as nature lasts!
+A friend, not of my fortune but myself,
+On the wide desert in his road has met
+Hindrance so great, that he through fear has turn'd.
+Now much I dread lest he past help have stray'd,
+And I be ris'n too late for his relief,
+From what in heaven of him I heard.  Speed now,
+And by thy eloquent persuasive tongue,
+And by all means for his deliverance meet,
+Assist him.  So to me will comfort spring.
+I who now bid thee on this errand forth
+Am Beatrice; from a place I come
+
+(Note: Beatrice.  I use this word, as it is
+pronounced in the Italian, as consisting of four
+syllables, of which the third is a long one.)
+
+Revisited with joy.  Love brought me thence,
+Who prompts my speech.  When in my Master's sight
+I stand, thy praise to him I oft will tell."
+
+She then was silent, and I thus began:
+"O Lady! by whose influence alone,
+Mankind excels whatever is contain'd
+Within that heaven which hath the smallest orb,
+So thy command delights me, that to obey,
+If it were done already, would seem late.
+No need hast thou farther to speak thy will;
+Yet tell the reason, why thou art not loth
+To leave that ample space, where to return
+Thou burnest, for this centre here beneath."
+
+She then: "Since thou so deeply wouldst inquire,
+I will instruct thee briefly, why no dread
+Hinders my entrance here.  Those things alone
+Are to be fear'd, whence evil may proceed,
+None else, for none are terrible beside.
+I am so fram'd by God, thanks to his grace!
+That any suff'rance of your misery
+Touches me not, nor flame of that fierce fire
+Assails me.  In high heaven a blessed dame
+Besides, who mourns with such effectual grief
+That hindrance, which I send thee to remove,
+That God's stern judgment to her will inclines."
+To Lucia calling, her she thus bespake:
+"Now doth thy faithful servant need thy aid
+And I commend him to thee."  At her word
+Sped Lucia, of all cruelty the foe,
+And coming to the place, where I abode
+Seated with Rachel, her of ancient days,
+She thus address'd me: "Thou true praise of God!
+Beatrice! why is not thy succour lent
+To him, who so much lov'd thee, as to leave
+For thy sake all the multitude admires?
+Dost thou not hear how pitiful his wail,
+Nor mark the death, which in the torrent flood,
+Swoln mightier than a sea, him struggling holds?"
+"Ne'er among men did any with such speed
+Haste to their profit, flee from their annoy,
+As when these words were spoken, I came here,
+Down from my blessed seat, trusting the force
+Of thy pure eloquence, which thee, and all
+Who well have mark'd it, into honour brings."
+
+"When she had ended, her bright beaming eyes
+Tearful she turn'd aside; whereat I felt
+Redoubled zeal to serve thee.  As she will'd,
+Thus am I come: I sav'd thee from the beast,
+Who thy near way across the goodly mount
+Prevented.  What is this comes o'er thee then?
+Why, why dost thou hang back?  why in thy breast
+Harbour vile fear?  why hast not courage there
+And noble daring?  Since three maids so blest
+Thy safety plan, e'en in the court of heaven;
+And so much certain good my words forebode."
+
+As florets, by the frosty air of night
+Bent down and clos'd, when day has blanch'd their leaves,
+Rise all unfolded on their spiry stems;
+So was my fainting vigour new restor'd,
+And to my heart such kindly courage ran,
+That I as one undaunted soon replied:
+"O full of pity she, who undertook
+My succour! and thou kind who didst perform
+So soon her true behest!  With such desire
+Thou hast dispos'd me to renew my voyage,
+That my first purpose fully is resum'd.
+Lead on: one only will is in us both.
+Thou art my guide, my master thou, and lord."
+
+So spake I; and when he had onward mov'd,
+I enter'd on the deep and woody way.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Vision of Hell, Part 1, by Dante Alighieri
+Illustrated by Gustave Dore
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+
+Produced by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+THE VISION
+
+OF
+
+HELL, PURGATORY, AND PARADISE
+
+
+OR THE INFERNO
+
+
+BY
+
+DANTE ALIGHIERI
+
+
+
+TRANSLATED BY
+
+THE REV. H. F. CARY, M.A.
+
+
+
+HELL
+
+
+Part 2
+
+
+Cantos 3 - 4
+
+
+
+CANTO III
+
+"THROUGH me you pass into the city of woe:
+Through me you pass into eternal pain:
+Through me among the people lost for aye.
+Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd:
+To rear me was the task of power divine,
+Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
+Before me things create were none, save things
+Eternal, and eternal I endure.
+
+"All hope abandon ye who enter here."
+
+Such characters in colour dim I mark'd
+Over a portal's lofty arch inscrib'd:
+Whereat I thus: "Master, these words import
+Hard meaning."  He as one prepar'd replied:
+"Here thou must all distrust behind thee leave;
+Here be vile fear extinguish'd. We are come
+Where I have told thee we shall see the souls
+To misery doom'd, who intellectual good
+Have lost."  And when his hand he had stretch'd forth
+To mine, with pleasant looks, whence I was cheer'd,
+Into that secret place he led me on.
+
+Here sighs with lamentations and loud moans
+Resounded through the air pierc'd by no star,
+That e'en I wept at entering.  Various tongues,
+Horrible languages, outcries of woe,
+Accents of anger, voices deep and hoarse,
+With hands together smote that swell'd the sounds,
+Made up a tumult, that for ever whirls
+Round through that air with solid darkness stain'd,
+Like to the sand that in the whirlwind flies.
+
+I then, with error yet encompass'd, cried:
+"O master!  What is this I hear?  What race
+Are these, who seem so overcome with woe?"
+
+He thus to me: "This miserable fate
+Suffer the wretched souls of those, who liv'd
+Without or praise or blame, with that ill band
+Of angels mix'd, who nor rebellious prov'd
+Nor yet were true to God, but for themselves
+Were only.  From his bounds Heaven drove them forth,
+Not to impair his lustre, nor the depth
+Of Hell receives them, lest th' accursed tribe
+Should glory thence with exultation vain."
+
+I then: "Master! what doth aggrieve them thus,
+That they lament so loud?"  He straight replied:
+"That will I tell thee briefly.  These of death
+No hope may entertain: and their blind life
+So meanly passes, that all other lots
+They envy.  Fame of them the world hath none,
+Nor suffers; mercy and justice scorn them both.
+Speak not of them, but look, and pass them by."
+
+And I, who straightway look'd, beheld a flag,
+Which whirling ran around so rapidly,
+That it no pause obtain'd: and following came
+Such a long train of spirits, I should ne'er
+Have thought, that death so many had despoil'd.
+
+When some of these I recogniz'd, I saw
+And knew the shade of him, who to base fear
+Yielding, abjur'd his high estate.  Forthwith
+I understood for certain this the tribe
+Of those ill spirits both to God displeasing
+And to his foes.  These wretches, who ne'er lived,
+Went on in nakedness, and sorely stung
+By wasps and hornets, which bedew'd their cheeks
+With blood, that mix'd with tears dropp'd to their feet,
+And by disgustful worms was gather'd there.
+
+Then looking farther onwards I beheld
+A throng upon the shore of a great stream:
+Whereat I thus: "Sir! grant me now to know
+Whom here we view, and whence impell'd they seem
+So eager to pass o'er, as I discern
+Through the blear light?"  He thus to me in few:
+"This shalt thou know, soon as our steps arrive
+Beside the woeful tide of Acheron."
+
+Then with eyes downward cast and fill'd with shame,
+Fearing my words offensive to his ear,
+Till we had reach'd the river, I from speech
+Abstain'd.  And lo! toward us in a bark
+Comes on an old man hoary white with eld,
+
+Crying, "Woe to you wicked spirits! hope not
+Ever to see the sky again.  I come
+To take you to the other shore across,
+Into eternal darkness, there to dwell
+In fierce heat and in ice.  And thou, who there
+Standest, live spirit! get thee hence, and leave
+These who are dead."  But soon as he beheld
+I left them not, "By other way," said he,
+"By other haven shalt thou come to shore,
+Not by this passage; thee a nimbler boat
+Must carry."  Then to him thus spake my guide:
+"Charon! thyself torment not: so 't is will'd,
+Where will and power are one: ask thou no more."
+
+Straightway in silence fell the shaggy cheeks
+Of him the boatman o'er the livid lake,
+Around whose eyes glar'd wheeling flames.  Meanwhile
+Those spirits, faint and naked, color chang'd,
+And gnash'd their teeth, soon as the cruel words
+They heard.  God and their parents they blasphem'd,
+The human kind, the place, the time, and seed
+That did engender them and give them birth.
+
+Then all together sorely wailing drew
+To the curs'd strand, that every man must pass
+Who fears not God.  Charon, demoniac form,
+With eyes of burning coal, collects them all,
+Beck'ning, and each, that lingers, with his oar
+Strikes.  As fall off the light autumnal leaves,
+One still another following, till the bough
+Strews all its honours on the earth beneath;
+
+E'en in like manner Adam's evil brood
+Cast themselves one by one down from the shore,
+Each at a beck, as falcon at his call.
+
+Thus go they over through the umber'd wave,
+And ever they on the opposing bank
+Be landed, on this side another throng
+Still gathers.  "Son," thus spake the courteous guide,
+"Those, who die subject to the wrath of God,
+All here together come from every clime,
+And to o'erpass the river are not loth:
+For so heaven's justice goads them on, that fear
+Is turn'd into desire.  Hence ne'er hath past
+Good spirit.  If of thee Charon complain,
+Now mayst thou know the import of his words."
+
+This said, the gloomy region trembling shook
+So terribly, that yet with clammy dews
+Fear chills my brow.  The sad earth gave a blast,
+That, lightening, shot forth a vermilion flame,
+Which all my senses conquer'd quite, and I
+Down dropp'd, as one with sudden slumber seiz'd.
+
+
+
+
+CANTO IV
+
+BROKE the deep slumber in my brain a crash
+Of heavy thunder, that I shook myself,
+As one by main force rous'd.  Risen upright,
+My rested eyes I mov'd around, and search'd
+With fixed ken to know what place it was,
+Wherein I stood.  For certain on the brink
+I found me of the lamentable vale,
+The dread abyss, that joins a thund'rous sound
+Of plaints innumerable.  Dark and deep,
+And thick with clouds o'erspread, mine eye in vain
+Explor'd its bottom, nor could aught discern.
+
+"Now let us to the blind world there beneath
+Descend;" the bard began all pale of look:
+"I go the first, and thou shalt follow next."
+
+Then I his alter'd hue perceiving, thus:
+"How may I speed, if thou yieldest to dread,
+Who still art wont to comfort me in doubt?"
+
+He then: "The anguish of that race below
+With pity stains my cheek, which thou for fear
+Mistakest.  Let us on.  Our length of way
+Urges to haste."  Onward, this said, he mov'd;
+And ent'ring led me with him on the bounds
+Of the first circle, that surrounds th' abyss.
+Here, as mine ear could note, no plaint was heard
+Except of sighs, that made th' eternal air
+Tremble, not caus'd by tortures, but from grief
+Felt by those multitudes, many and vast,
+Of men, women, and infants.  Then to me
+The gentle guide: "Inquir'st thou not what spirits
+Are these, which thou beholdest?  Ere thou pass
+Farther, I would thou know, that these of sin
+Were blameless; and if aught they merited,
+It profits not, since baptism was not theirs,
+The portal to thy faith.  If they before
+The Gospel liv'd, they serv'd not God aright;
+And among such am I. For these defects,
+And for no other evil, we are lost;"
+
+"Only so far afflicted, that we live
+Desiring without hope."  So grief assail'd
+My heart at hearing this, for well I knew
+Suspended in that Limbo many a soul
+Of mighty worth.  "O tell me, sire rever'd!
+Tell me, my master!"  I began through wish
+Of full assurance in that holy faith,
+Which vanquishes all error; "say, did e'er
+Any, or through his own or other's merit,
+Come forth from thence, whom afterward was blest?"
+
+Piercing the secret purport of my speech,
+He answer'd: "I was new to that estate,
+When I beheld a puissant one arrive
+Amongst us, with victorious trophy crown'd.
+He forth the shade of our first parent drew,
+Abel his child, and Noah righteous man,
+Of Moses lawgiver for faith approv'd,
+Of patriarch Abraham, and David king,
+Israel with his sire and with his sons,
+Nor without Rachel whom so hard he won,
+And others many more, whom he to bliss
+Exalted.  Before these, be thou assur'd,
+No spirit of human kind was ever sav'd."
+
+We, while he spake, ceas'd not our onward road,
+Still passing through the wood; for so I name
+Those spirits thick beset.  We were not far
+On this side from the summit, when I kenn'd
+A flame, that o'er the darken'd hemisphere
+Prevailing shin'd.  Yet we a little space
+Were distant, not so far but I in part
+Discover'd, that a tribe in honour high
+That place possess'd.  "O thou, who every art
+And science valu'st! who are these, that boast
+Such honour, separate from all the rest?"
+
+He answer'd: "The renown of their great names
+That echoes through your world above, acquires
+Favour in heaven, which holds them thus advanc'd."
+Meantime a voice I heard: "Honour the bard
+Sublime! his shade returns that left us late!"
+No sooner ceas'd the sound, than I beheld
+Four mighty spirits toward us bend their steps,
+Of semblance neither sorrowful nor glad.
+
+When thus my master kind began: "Mark him,
+Who in his right hand bears that falchion keen,
+The other three preceding, as their lord.
+This is that Homer, of all bards supreme:
+Flaccus the next in satire's vein excelling;
+The third is Naso; Lucan is the last.
+Because they all that appellation own,
+With which the voice singly accosted me,
+Honouring they greet me thus, and well they judge."
+
+So I beheld united the bright school
+Of him the monarch of sublimest song,
+That o'er the others like an eagle soars.
+When they together short discourse had held,
+They turn'd to me, with salutation kind
+Beck'ning me; at the which my master smil'd:
+Nor was this all; but greater honour still
+They gave me, for they made me of their tribe;
+And I was sixth amid so learn'd a band.
+
+Far as the luminous beacon on we pass'd
+Speaking of matters, then befitting well
+To speak, now fitter left untold.  At foot
+Of a magnificent castle we arriv'd,
+Seven times with lofty walls begirt, and round
+Defended by a pleasant stream.  O'er this
+As o'er dry land we pass'd.  Next through seven gates
+I with those sages enter'd, and we came
+Into a mead with lively verdure fresh.
+
+There dwelt a race, who slow their eyes around
+Majestically mov'd, and in their port
+Bore eminent authority; they spake
+Seldom, but all their words were tuneful sweet.
+
+We to one side retir'd, into a place
+Open and bright and lofty, whence each one
+Stood manifest to view.  Incontinent
+There on the green enamel of the plain
+Were shown me the great spirits, by whose sight
+I am exalted in my own esteem.
+
+Electra there I saw accompanied
+By many, among whom Hector I knew,
+Anchises' pious son, and with hawk's eye
+Caesar all arm'd, and by Camilla there
+Penthesilea.  On the other side
+Old King Latinus, seated by his child
+Lavinia, and that Brutus I beheld,
+Who Tarquin chas'd, Lucretia, Cato's wife
+Marcia, with Julia and Cornelia there;
+And sole apart retir'd, the Soldan fierce.
+
+Then when a little more I rais'd my brow,
+I spied the master of the sapient throng,
+Seated amid the philosophic train.
+Him all admire, all pay him rev'rence due.
+There Socrates and Plato both I mark'd,
+Nearest to him in rank; Democritus,
+Who sets the world at chance, Diogenes,
+With Heraclitus, and Empedocles,
+And Anaxagoras, and Thales sage,
+Zeno, and Dioscorides well read
+In nature's secret lore.  Orpheus I mark'd
+And Linus, Tully and moral Seneca,
+Euclid and Ptolemy, Hippocrates,
+Galenus, Avicen, and him who made
+That commentary vast, Averroes.
+
+Of all to speak at full were vain attempt;
+For my wide theme so urges, that ofttimes
+My words fall short of what bechanc'd.  In two
+The six associates part.  Another way
+My sage guide leads me, from that air serene,
+Into a climate ever vex'd with storms:
+And to a part I come where no light shines.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Vision of Hell, Part 2, by Dante Alighieri
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+Produced by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+THE VISION
+
+OF
+
+HELL, PURGATORY, AND PARADISE
+
+
+OR THE INFERNO
+
+
+BY
+
+DANTE ALIGHIERI
+
+
+
+TRANSLATED BY
+
+THE REV. H. F. CARY, M.A.
+
+
+
+HELL
+
+
+Part 3
+
+
+Cantos 5 - 6
+
+
+
+
+CANTO V
+
+FROM the first circle I descended thus
+Down to the second, which, a lesser space
+Embracing, so much more of grief contains
+Provoking bitter moans.  There, Minos stands
+Grinning with ghastly feature: he, of all
+Who enter, strict examining the crimes,
+
+Gives sentence, and dismisses them beneath,
+According as he foldeth him around:
+For when before him comes th' ill fated soul,
+It all confesses; and that judge severe
+Of sins, considering what place in hell
+Suits the transgression, with his tail so oft
+Himself encircles, as degrees beneath
+He dooms it to descend.  Before him stand
+Always a num'rous throng; and in his turn
+Each one to judgment passing, speaks, and hears
+His fate, thence downward to his dwelling hurl'd.
+
+"O thou! who to this residence of woe
+Approachest?"  when he saw me coming, cried
+Minos, relinquishing his dread employ,
+"Look how thou enter here; beware in whom
+Thou place thy trust; let not the entrance broad
+Deceive thee to thy harm."  To him my guide:
+"Wherefore exclaimest?  Hinder not his way
+By destiny appointed; so 'tis will'd
+Where will and power are one.  Ask thou no more."
+
+Now 'gin the rueful wailings to be heard.
+Now am I come where many a plaining voice
+Smites on mine ear.  Into a place I came
+Where light was silent all.  Bellowing there groan'd
+A noise as of a sea in tempest torn
+By warring winds.  The stormy blast of hell
+With restless fury drives the spirits on
+Whirl'd round and dash'd amain with sore annoy.
+
+When they arrive before the ruinous sweep,
+There shrieks are heard, there lamentations, moans,
+And blasphemies 'gainst the good Power in heaven.
+
+I understood that to this torment sad
+The carnal sinners are condemn'd, in whom
+Reason by lust is sway'd.  As in large troops
+And multitudinous, when winter reigns,
+The starlings on their wings are borne abroad;
+So bears the tyrannous gust those evil souls.
+On this side and on that, above, below,
+It drives them: hope of rest to solace them
+Is none, nor e'en of milder pang.  As cranes,
+Chanting their dol'rous notes, traverse the sky,
+Stretch'd out in long array: so I beheld
+Spirits, who came loud wailing, hurried on
+By their dire doom.  Then I: "Instructor! who
+Are these, by the black air so scourg'd?"--"The first
+'Mong those, of whom thou question'st," he replied,
+"O'er many tongues was empress.  She in vice
+Of luxury was so shameless, that she made
+Liking be lawful by promulg'd decree,
+To clear the blame she had herself incurr'd.
+This is Semiramis, of whom 'tis writ,
+That she succeeded Ninus her espous'd;
+And held the land, which now the Soldan rules.
+The next in amorous fury slew herself,
+And to Sicheus' ashes broke her faith:
+Then follows Cleopatra, lustful queen."
+
+There mark'd I Helen, for whose sake so long
+The time was fraught with evil; there the great
+Achilles, who with love fought to the end.
+Paris I saw, and Tristan; and beside
+A thousand more he show'd me, and by name
+Pointed them out, whom love bereav'd of life.
+
+When I had heard my sage instructor name
+Those dames and knights of antique days, o'erpower'd
+By pity, well-nigh in amaze my mind
+Was lost; and I began: "Bard! willingly
+I would address those two together coming,
+Which seem so light before the wind."  He thus:
+"Note thou, when nearer they to us approach."
+
+"Then by that love which carries them along,
+Entreat; and they will come."  Soon as the wind
+Sway'd them toward us, I thus fram'd my speech:
+"O wearied spirits! come, and hold discourse
+With us, if by none else restrain'd."  As doves
+By fond desire invited, on wide wings
+And firm, to their sweet nest returning home,
+Cleave the air, wafted by their will along;
+Thus issu'd from that troop, where Dido ranks,
+They through the ill air speeding; with such force
+My cry prevail'd by strong affection urg'd.
+
+"O gracious creature and benign! who go'st
+Visiting, through this element obscure,
+Us, who the world with bloody stain imbru'd;
+If for a friend the King of all we own'd,
+Our pray'r to him should for thy peace arise,
+Since thou hast pity on our evil plight.
+()f whatsoe'er to hear or to discourse
+It pleases thee, that will we hear, of that
+Freely with thee discourse, while e'er the wind,
+As now, is mute.  The land, that gave me birth,
+Is situate on the coast, where Po descends
+To rest in ocean with his sequent streams.
+
+"Love, that in gentle heart is quickly learnt,
+Entangled him by that fair form, from me
+Ta'en in such cruel sort, as grieves me still:
+Love, that denial takes from none belov'd,
+Caught me with pleasing him so passing well,
+That, as thou see'st, he yet deserts me not.
+
+"Love brought us to one death: Caina waits
+The soul, who spilt our life."  Such were their words;
+At hearing which downward I bent my looks,
+And held them there so long, that the bard cried:
+"What art thou pond'ring?"  I in answer thus:
+"Alas! by what sweet thoughts, what fond desire
+Must they at length to that ill pass have reach'd!"
+
+Then turning, I to them my speech address'd.
+And thus began: "Francesca! your sad fate
+Even to tears my grief and pity moves.
+But tell me; in the time of your sweet sighs,
+By what, and how love granted, that ye knew
+Your yet uncertain wishes?"  She replied:
+"No greater grief than to remember days
+Of joy, when mis'ry is at hand!  That kens
+Thy learn'd instructor.  Yet so eagerly
+If thou art bent to know the primal root,
+From whence our love gat being, I will do,
+As one, who weeps and tells his tale.  One day
+For our delight we read of Lancelot,
+How him love thrall'd.  Alone we were, and no
+Suspicion near us.  Ofttimes by that reading
+Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue
+Fled from our alter'd cheek.  But at one point
+Alone we fell.  When of that smile we read,
+The wished smile, rapturously kiss'd
+By one so deep in love, then he, who ne'er
+From me shall separate, at once my lips
+All trembling kiss'd.  The book and writer both
+Were love's purveyors.  In its leaves that day
+We read no more."  While thus one spirit spake,
+The other wail'd so sorely, that heartstruck
+I through compassion fainting, seem'd not far
+From death, and like a corpse fell to the ground.
+
+CANTO VI
+
+MY sense reviving, that erewhile had droop'd
+With pity for the kindred shades, whence grief
+O'ercame me wholly, straight around I see
+New torments, new tormented souls, which way
+Soe'er I move, or turn, or bend my sight.
+In the third circle I arrive, of show'rs
+Ceaseless, accursed, heavy, and cold, unchang'd
+For ever, both in kind and in degree.
+Large hail, discolour'd water, sleety flaw
+Through the dun midnight air stream'd down amain:
+Stank all the land whereon that tempest fell.
+
+Cerberus, cruel monster, fierce and strange,
+Through his wide threefold throat barks as a dog
+Over the multitude immers'd beneath.
+His eyes glare crimson, black his unctuous beard,
+His belly large, and claw'd the hands, with which
+He tears the spirits, flays them, and their limbs
+Piecemeal disparts.  Howling there spread, as curs,
+Under the rainy deluge, with one side
+The other screening, oft they roll them round,
+A wretched, godless crew.  When that great worm
+Descried us, savage Cerberus, he op'd
+His jaws, and the fangs show'd us; not a limb
+Of him but trembled.  Then my guide, his palms
+Expanding on the ground, thence filled with earth
+Rais'd them, and cast it in his ravenous maw.
+
+E'en as a dog, that yelling bays for food
+His keeper, when the morsel comes, lets fall
+His fury, bent alone with eager haste
+To swallow it; so dropp'd the loathsome cheeks
+Of demon Cerberus, who thund'ring stuns
+The spirits, that they for deafness wish in vain.
+
+We, o'er the shades thrown prostrate by the brunt
+Of the heavy tempest passing, set our feet
+Upon their emptiness, that substance seem'd.
+
+They all along the earth extended lay
+Save one, that sudden rais'd himself to sit,
+Soon as that way he saw us pass.  "O thou!"
+He cried, "who through the infernal shades art led,
+Own, if again thou know'st me.  Thou wast fram'd
+Or ere my frame was broken."  I replied:
+"The anguish thou endur'st perchance so takes
+Thy form from my remembrance, that it seems
+As if I saw thee never.  But inform
+Me who thou art, that in a place so sad
+Art set, and in such torment, that although
+Other be greater, more disgustful none
+Can be imagin'd."  He in answer thus:
+
+"Thy city heap'd with envy to the brim,
+Ay that the measure overflows its bounds,
+Held me in brighter days.  Ye citizens
+Were wont to name me Ciacco.  For the sin
+Of glutt'ny, damned vice, beneath this rain,
+E'en as thou see'st, I with fatigue am worn;
+Nor I sole spirit in this woe: all these
+Have by like crime incurr'd like punishment."
+
+No more he said, and I my speech resum'd:
+"Ciacco! thy dire affliction grieves me much,
+Even to tears.  But tell me, if thou know'st,
+What shall at length befall the citizens
+Of the divided city; whether any just one
+Inhabit there: and tell me of the cause,
+Whence jarring discord hath assail'd it thus?"
+
+He then: "After long striving they will come
+To blood; and the wild party from the woods
+Will chase the other with much injury forth.
+Then it behoves, that this must fall, within
+Three solar circles; and the other rise
+By borrow'd force of one, who under shore
+Now rests.  It shall a long space hold aloof
+Its forehead, keeping under heavy weight
+The other oppress'd, indignant at the load,
+And grieving sore.  The just are two in number,
+But they neglected.  Av'rice, envy, pride,
+Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all
+On fire."  Here ceas'd the lamentable sound;
+And I continu'd thus: "Still would I learn
+More from thee, farther parley still entreat.
+Of Farinata and Tegghiaio say,
+They who so well deserv'd, of Giacopo,
+Arrigo, Mosca, and the rest, who bent
+Their minds on working good.  Oh! tell me where
+They bide, and to their knowledge let me come.
+For I am press'd with keen desire to hear,
+If heaven's sweet cup or poisonous drug of hell
+Be to their lip assign'd."   He answer'd straight:
+"These are yet blacker spirits.  Various crimes
+Have sunk them deeper in the dark abyss.
+If thou so far descendest, thou mayst see them.
+But to the pleasant world when thou return'st,
+Of me make mention, I entreat thee, there.
+No more I tell thee, answer thee no more."
+
+This said, his fixed eyes he turn'd askance,
+A little ey'd me, then bent down his head,
+And 'midst his blind companions with it fell.
+
+When thus my guide: "No more his bed he leaves,
+Ere the last angel-trumpet blow.  The Power
+Adverse to these shall then in glory come,
+Each one forthwith to his sad tomb repair,
+Resume his fleshly vesture and his form,
+And hear the eternal doom re-echoing rend
+The vault."  So pass'd we through that mixture foul
+Of spirits and rain, with tardy steps; meanwhile
+Touching, though slightly, on the life to come.
+For thus I question'd: "Shall these tortures, Sir!
+When the great sentence passes, be increas'd,
+Or mitigated, or as now severe?"
+
+He then: "Consult thy knowledge; that decides
+That as each thing to more perfection grows,
+It feels more sensibly both good and pain.
+Though ne'er to true perfection may arrive
+This race accurs'd, yet nearer then than now
+They shall approach it."  Compassing that path
+Circuitous we journeyed, and discourse
+Much more than I relate between us pass'd:
+Till at the point, where the steps led below,
+Arriv'd, there Plutus, the great foe, we found.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Vision of Hell, Part 3, by Dante Alighieri
+
+
+
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+
+
+
+
+
+Produced by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+THE VISION
+
+OF
+
+HELL, PURGATORY, AND PARADISE
+
+BY
+
+DANTE ALIGHIERI
+
+
+
+TRANSLATED BY
+
+THE REV. H. F. CARY, M.A.
+
+
+
+HELL
+
+OR THE INFERNO
+
+
+Part 4
+
+
+Cantos 7 - 8
+
+
+
+
+CANTO VII
+
+"AH me!  O Satan!  Satan!" loud exclaim'd
+Plutus, in accent hoarse of wild alarm:
+And the kind sage, whom no event surpris'd,
+To comfort me thus spake: "Let not thy fear
+Harm thee, for power in him, be sure, is none
+To hinder down this rock thy safe descent."
+Then to that sworn lip turning, "Peace!"  he cried,
+
+"Curs'd wolf! thy fury inward on thyself
+Prey, and consume thee!  Through the dark profound
+Not without cause he passes.  So 't is will'd
+On high, there where the great Archangel pour'd
+Heav'n's vengeance on the first adulterer proud."
+
+As sails full spread and bellying with the wind
+Drop suddenly collaps'd, if the mast split;
+So to the ground down dropp'd the cruel fiend.
+
+Thus we, descending to the fourth steep ledge,
+Gain'd on the dismal shore, that all the woe
+Hems in of all the universe.  Ah me!
+Almighty Justice! in what store thou heap'st
+New pains, new troubles, as I here beheld!
+Wherefore doth fault of ours bring us to this?
+
+E'en as a billow, on Charybdis rising,
+Against encounter'd billow dashing breaks;
+Such is the dance this wretched race must lead,
+Whom more than elsewhere numerous here I found,
+From one side and the other, with loud voice,
+Both roll'd on weights by main forge of their breasts,
+Then smote together, and each one forthwith
+Roll'd them back voluble, turning again,
+Exclaiming these, "Why holdest thou so fast?"
+Those answering, "And why castest thou away?"
+So still repeating their despiteful song,
+They to the opposite point on either hand
+Travers'd the horrid circle: then arriv'd,
+Both turn'd them round, and through the middle space
+Conflicting met again.  At sight whereof
+I, stung with grief, thus spake: "O say, my guide!
+What race is this?  Were these, whose heads are shorn,
+On our left hand, all sep'rate to the church?"
+
+He straight replied: "In their first life these all
+In mind were so distorted, that they made,
+According to due measure, of their wealth,
+No use.  This clearly from their words collect,
+Which they howl forth, at each extremity
+Arriving of the circle, where their crime
+Contrary' in kind disparts them.  To the church
+Were separate those, that with no hairy cowls
+Are crown'd, both Popes and Cardinals, o'er whom
+Av'rice dominion absolute maintains."
+
+I then: "Mid such as these some needs must be,
+Whom I shall recognize, that with the blot
+Of these foul sins were stain'd."  He answering thus:
+"Vain thought conceiv'st thou.  That ignoble life,
+Which made them vile before, now makes them dark,
+And to all knowledge indiscernible.
+Forever they shall meet in this rude shock:
+These from the tomb with clenched grasp shall rise,
+Those with close-shaven locks.  That ill they gave,
+And ill they kept, hath of the beauteous world
+Depriv'd, and set them at this strife, which needs
+No labour'd phrase of mine to set if off.
+Now may'st thou see, my son! how brief, how vain,
+The goods committed into fortune's hands,
+For which the human race keep such a coil!
+Not all the gold, that is beneath the moon,
+Or ever hath been, of these toil-worn souls
+Might purchase rest for one."  I thus rejoin'd:
+
+"My guide! of thee this also would I learn;
+This fortune, that thou speak'st of, what it is,
+Whose talons grasp the blessings of the world?"
+
+He thus: "O beings blind! what ignorance
+Besets you?  Now my judgment hear and mark.
+He, whose transcendent wisdom passes all,
+The heavens creating, gave them ruling powers
+To guide them, so that each part shines to each,
+Their light in equal distribution pour'd.
+By similar appointment he ordain'd
+Over the world's bright images to rule.
+Superintendence of a guiding hand
+And general minister, which at due time
+May change the empty vantages of life
+From race to race, from one to other's blood,
+Beyond prevention of man's wisest care:
+Wherefore one nation rises into sway,
+Another languishes, e'en as her will
+Decrees, from us conceal'd, as in the grass
+The serpent train.  Against her nought avails
+Your utmost wisdom.  She with foresight plans,
+Judges, and carries on her reign, as theirs
+The other powers divine.  Her changes know
+Nore intermission: by necessity
+She is made swift, so frequent come who claim
+Succession in her favours.  This is she,
+So execrated e'en by those, whose debt
+To her is rather praise; they wrongfully
+With blame requite her, and with evil word;
+But she is blessed, and for that recks not:
+Amidst the other primal beings glad
+Rolls on her sphere, and in her bliss exults.
+Now on our way pass we, to heavier woe
+Descending: for each star is falling now,
+That mounted at our entrance, and forbids
+Too long our tarrying."  We the circle cross'd
+To the next steep, arriving at a well,
+That boiling pours itself down to a foss
+Sluic'd from its source.  Far murkier was the wave
+Than sablest grain: and we in company
+Of the' inky waters, journeying by their side,
+Enter'd, though by a different track, beneath.
+Into a lake, the Stygian nam'd, expands
+The dismal stream, when it hath reach'd the foot
+Of the grey wither'd cliffs.  Intent I stood
+To gaze, and in the marish sunk descried
+A miry tribe, all naked, and with looks
+Betok'ning rage.  They with their hands alone
+Struck not, but with the head, the breast, the feet,
+Cutting each other piecemeal with their fangs.
+
+The good instructor spake; "Now seest thou, son!
+The souls of those, whom anger overcame.
+This too for certain know, that underneath
+The water dwells a multitude, whose sighs
+Into these bubbles make the surface heave,
+As thine eye tells thee wheresoe'er it turn."
+Fix'd in the slime they say: "Sad once were we
+In the sweet air made gladsome by the sun,
+Carrying a foul and lazy mist within:
+Now in these murky settlings are we sad."
+Such dolorous strain they gurgle in their throats.
+But word distinct can utter none."  Our route
+Thus compass'd we, a segment widely stretch'd
+Between the dry embankment, and the core
+Of the loath'd pool, turning meanwhile our eyes
+Downward on those who gulp'd its muddy lees;
+Nor stopp'd, till to a tower's low base we came.
+
+
+
+
+CANTO VIII
+
+MY theme pursuing, I relate that ere
+We reach'd the lofty turret's base, our eyes
+Its height ascended, where two cressets hung
+We mark'd, and from afar another light
+Return the signal, so remote, that scarce
+The eye could catch its beam.  I turning round
+To the deep source of knowledge, thus inquir'd:
+"Say what this means?  and what that other light
+In answer set?  what agency doth this?"
+
+"There on the filthy waters," he replied,
+"E'en now what next awaits us mayst thou see,
+If the marsh-gender'd fog conceal it not."
+
+Never was arrow from the cord dismiss'd,
+That ran its way so nimbly through the air,
+As a small bark, that through the waves I spied
+Toward us coming, under the sole sway
+Of one that ferried it, who cried aloud:
+"Art thou arriv'd, fell spirit?"--"Phlegyas, Phlegyas,
+This time thou criest in vain," my lord replied;
+"No longer shalt thou have us, but while o'er
+The slimy pool we pass."  As one who hears
+Of some great wrong he hath sustain'd, whereat
+Inly he pines; so Phlegyas inly pin'd
+In his fierce ire.  My guide descending stepp'd
+Into the skiff, and bade me enter next
+Close at his side; nor till my entrance seem'd
+The vessel freighted.  Soon as both embark'd,
+Cutting the waves, goes on the ancient prow,
+More deeply than with others it is wont.
+
+While we our course o'er the dead channel held.
+One drench'd in mire before me came, and said;
+"Who art thou, that thou comest ere thine hour?"
+
+I answer'd: "Though I come, I tarry not;
+But who art thou, that art become so foul?"
+
+"One, as thou seest, who mourn:" he straight replied.
+
+To which I thus: "In mourning and in woe,
+Curs'd spirit! tarry thou.g I know thee well,
+E'en thus in filth disguis'd."  Then stretch'd he forth
+Hands to the bark; whereof my teacher sage
+Aware, thrusting him back: "Away! down there;
+
+"To the' other dogs!" then, with his arms my neck
+Encircling, kiss'd my cheek, and spake: "O soul
+Justly disdainful! blest was she in whom
+Thou was conceiv'd!  He in the world was one
+For arrogance noted; to his memory
+No virtue lends its lustre; even so
+Here is his shadow furious.  There above
+How many now hold themselves mighty kings
+Who here like swine shall wallow in the mire,
+Leaving behind them horrible dispraise!"
+
+I then: "Master! him fain would I behold
+Whelm'd in these dregs, before we quit the lake."
+
+He thus: "Or ever to thy view the shore
+Be offer'd, satisfied shall be that wish,
+Which well deserves completion."  Scarce his words
+Were ended, when I saw the miry tribes
+Set on him with such violence, that yet
+For that render I thanks to God and praise
+"To Filippo Argenti:" cried they all:
+And on himself the moody Florentine
+Turn'd his avenging fangs.  Him here we left,
+Nor speak I of him more.  But on mine ear
+Sudden a sound of lamentation smote,
+Whereat mine eye unbarr'd I sent abroad.
+
+And thus the good instructor: "Now, my son!
+Draws near the city, that of Dis is nam'd,
+With its grave denizens, a mighty throng."
+
+I thus: "The minarets already, Sir!
+There certes in the valley I descry,
+Gleaming vermilion, as if they from fire
+Had issu'd."  He replied: "Eternal fire,
+That inward burns, shows them with ruddy flame
+Illum'd; as in this nether hell thou seest."
+
+We came within the fosses deep, that moat
+This region comfortless.  The walls appear'd
+As they were fram'd of iron.  We had made
+Wide circuit, ere a place we reach'd, where loud
+The mariner cried vehement: "Go forth!
+The' entrance is here!"  Upon the gates I spied
+More than a thousand, who of old from heaven
+Were hurl'd.  With ireful gestures, "Who is this,"
+They cried, "that without death first felt, goes through
+The regions of the dead?"  My sapient guide
+Made sign that he for secret parley wish'd;
+Whereat their angry scorn abating, thus
+They spake: "Come thou alone; and let him go
+Who hath so hardily enter'd this realm.
+Alone return he by his witless way;
+If well he know it, let him prove.  For thee,
+Here shalt thou tarry, who through clime so dark
+Hast been his escort." Now bethink thee, reader!
+What cheer was mine at sound of those curs'd words.
+I did believe I never should return.
+
+"O my lov'd guide! who more than seven times
+Security hast render'd me, and drawn
+From peril deep, whereto I stood expos'd,
+Desert me not," I cried, "in this extreme.
+And if our onward going be denied,
+Together trace we back our steps with speed."
+
+My liege, who thither had conducted me,
+Replied: "Fear not: for of our passage none
+Hath power to disappoint us, by such high
+Authority permitted.  But do thou
+Expect me here; meanwhile thy wearied spirit
+Comfort, and feed with kindly hope, assur'd
+I will not leave thee in this lower world."
+
+This said, departs the sire benevolent,
+And quits me.  Hesitating I remain
+At war 'twixt will and will not in my thoughts.
+
+I could not hear what terms he offer'd them,
+But they conferr'd not long, for all at once
+To trial fled within.  Clos'd were the gates
+By those our adversaries on the breast
+Of my liege lord: excluded he return'd
+To me with tardy steps.  Upon the ground
+His eyes were bent, and from his brow eras'd
+All confidence, while thus with sighs he spake:
+"Who hath denied me these abodes of woe?"
+Then thus to me: "That I am anger'd, think
+No ground of terror: in this trial I
+Shall vanquish, use what arts they may within
+For hindrance.  This their insolence, not new,
+Erewhile at gate less secret they display'd,
+Which still is without bolt; upon its arch
+Thou saw'st the deadly scroll: and even now
+On this side of its entrance, down the steep,
+Passing the circles, unescorted, comes
+One whose strong might can open us this land."
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Vision of Hell, Part 4, by Dante Alighieri
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+                         TWICE TOLD TALES
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+                     A RILL FROM THE TOWN PUMP
+
+                      By Nathaniel Hawthorne
+
+
+
+(SCENE.--The corner of two principal streets.--[Essex and Washington
+Streets, Salem.]--The Town Pump talking through its nose.)
+
+
+NOON, by the North clock!  Noon, by the east!  High noon, too, by these
+hot sunbeams, which  fall, scarcely aslope, upon my head, and almost
+make the water bubble and smoke, in the trough under  my nose.  Truly, we
+public characters have a tough  time of it!  And, among all the town
+officers, chosen at  March meeting, where is he that sustains, for a
+single  year, the burden of such manifold duties as are imposed,  in
+perpetuity, upon the Town Pump?  The title of  "town treasurer" is
+rightfully mine, as guardian of the  best treasure that the town has.
+The overseers of the  poor ought to make me their chairman, since I
+provide  bountifully for the pauper, without, expense to him that pays
+taxes.  I am at the head of the fire department; and one of the
+physicians to the board of health.  As a  keeper of the peace, all water
+drinkers will confess me equal to the constable.  I perform some of the
+duties of the town clerk, by promulgating public notices, when they are
+posted on my front.  To speak within bounds, I am the chief person of the
+municipality, and exhibit, moreover, an admirable pattern to my brother
+officers, by the cool, steady, upright, downright, and impartial
+discharge of my business, and the constancy with which I stand to my
+post.  Summer or winter, nobody seeks me in vain; for, all day long, I am
+seen at the busiest corner, just above the market, stretching out my
+arms, to rich and poor alike; and at night, I hold a lantern over my
+head, both to show where I am, and keep people out of the gutters.
+
+At this sultry noontide, I am cupbearer to the parched populace, for
+whose benefit an iron goblet is chained to my waist.  Like a dram-seller
+on the mall, at muster-day, I cry aloud to all and sundry, in my plainest
+accents, and at the very tiptop of my voice.  Here it is, gentlemen!
+Here is the good liquor!  Walk up, walk up, gentlemen, walk up, walk up!
+Here is the superior stuff!  Here is the unadulterated ale of father
+Adam,--better than Cognac, Hollands, Jamaica, strong beer, or wine of any
+price; here it is, by the hogshead or the single glass, and not a cent to
+pay!  Walk up, gentlemen, walk up, and help yourselves!
+
+It were a pity, if all this outcry should draw no customers.  Here they
+come.  A hot day, gentlemen!  Quaff, and away again, so as to keep
+yourselves in a nice cool sweat.  You, my friend, will need another
+cupful, to wash the dust out of your throat, if it be as thick there as
+it is on your cowhide shoes.  I see that you have trudged half a score of
+miles to-day; and, like a wise man, have passed by the taverns, and
+stopped at the running brooks and well-curbs.  Otherwise, betwixt heat
+without and fire within, you would have been burned to a cinder, or
+melted down to nothing at all, in the fashion of a jelly-fish.  Drink,
+and make room for that other fellow, who seeks my aid to quench the fiery
+fever of last night's potations, which he drained from no cup of mine.
+Welcome, most rubicund sir!  You and I have been great strangers,
+hitherto; nor, to confess the truth, will my nose be anxious for a closer
+intimacy, till the fumes of your breath be a little less potent.  Mercy
+on you, man! the water absolutely hisses down your red-hot gullet, and is
+converted quite to steam, in the miniature tophet, which you mistake for
+a stomach.  Fill again, and tell me, on the word of an honest toper, did
+you ever, in cellar, tavern, or any kind of a dram-shop, spend the price
+of your children's food for a swig half so delicious?  Now, for the first
+time these ten years, you know the flavor of cold water.  Good by; and,
+whenever you are thirsty, remember that I keep a constant supply, at the
+old stand.  Who next?  O, my little friend, you are let loose from
+school, and come hither to scrub your blooming face, and drown the memory
+of certain taps of the ferule, and other school-boy troubles, in a
+draught from the Town Pump.  Take it, pure as the current of your young
+life.  Take it, and may your heart and tongue never be scorched with a
+fiercer thirst than now!  There, my dear child, put down the cup, and
+yield your place to this elderly gentleman, who treads so tenderly over
+the paving-stones, that I suspect he is afraid of breaking them.  What!
+he limps by, without so much as thanking me, as if my hospitable offers
+were meant only for people who have no wine-cellars.  Well, well, sir,--no
+harm done, I hope!  Go draw the cork, tip the decanter; but, when your
+great toe shall set you a-roaring, it will be no affair of mine.  If
+gentlemen love the pleasant titillation of the gout, it is all one to the
+Town Pump.  This thirsty dog, with his red tongue lolling out, does not
+scorn my hospitality, but stands on his hind legs, and laps eagerly out
+of the trough.  See how lightly he capers away again!  Jowler, did your
+worship ever have the gout?
+
+Are you all satisfied?  Then wipe your mouths, my good friends; and,
+while my spout has a moment's leisure, I will delight the town with a few
+historical reminiscences.  In far antiquity, beneath a darksome shadow of
+venerable boughs, a spring bubbled out of the leaf-strewn earth, in the
+very spot where you now behold me, on the sunny pavement.  The water was
+as bright and clear, and deemed as precious, as liquid diamonds.  The
+Indian sagamores drank of it, from time immemorial, till the fatal deluge
+of the fire-water burst upon the red men, and swept their whole race away
+from the cold fountains.  Endicott, and his followers, came next, and
+often knelt down to drink, dipping their long beards in the spring.  The
+richest goblet, then, was of birch-bark.  Governor Winthrop, after a
+journey afoot from Boston, drank here, out of the hollow of his hand.
+The elder Higginson here wet his palm, and laid it on the brow of the
+first town-born child.  For many years it was the watering-place, and, as
+it were, the wash-bowl of the vicinity,--whither all decent folks
+resorted, to purify their visages, and gaze at them afterwards--at least,
+the pretty maidens did--in the mirror which it made.  On Sabbath days,
+whenever a babe was to be baptized, the sexton filled his basin here, and
+placed it on the communion-table of the humble meeting-house, which
+partly covered the site of yonder stately brick one.  Thus, one
+generation after another was consecrated to Heaven by its waters, and
+cast their waxing and waning shadows into its glassy bosom, and vanished
+from the earth, as if mortal life were but a flitting image in a
+fountain.  Finally, the fountain vanished also.  Cellars were dug on all
+sides, and cartloads of gravel flung upon its source, whence oozed a
+turbid stream, forming a mud-puddle, at the corner of two streets.  In
+the hot months, when its refreshment was most needed, the dust flew in
+clouds over the forgotten birthplace of the waters, now their grave.
+But, in the course of time, a Town Pump was sunk into the source of the
+ancient spring; and when the first decayed, another took its place,--and
+then another, and still another,--till here stand I, gentlemen and
+ladies, to serve you with my iron goblet.  Drink, and be refreshed!  The
+water is as pure and cold as that which slaked the thirst of the red
+sagamore, beneath the aged boughs, though now the gem of the wilderness
+is treasured under these hot stones, where no shadow falls, but from the
+brick buildings.  And be it the moral of my story, that, as this wasted
+and long-lost fountain is now known and prized again, so shall the
+virtues of cold water, too little valued since your father's days, be
+recognized by all.
+
+Your pardon, good people!  I must interrupt my stream of eloquence, and
+spout forth a stream of water, to replenish the trough for this teamster
+and his two yoke of oxen, who have come from Topsfield, or somewhere
+along that way.  No part of my business is pleasanter than the watering
+of cattle.  Look!  how rapidly they lower the water-mark on the sides of
+the trough, till their capacious stomachs are moistened with a gallon or
+two apiece, and they can afford time to breathe it in, with sighs of calm
+enjoyment.  Now they roll their quiet eyes around the brim of their
+monstrous drinking-vessel.  An ox is your true toper.
+
+But I perceive, my dear auditors, that you are impatient for the
+remainder of my discourse.  Impute it, I beseech you, to no defect of
+modesty, if I insist a little longer on so fruitful a topic as my own
+multifarious merits.  It is altogether for your good.  The better you
+think of me, the better men and women will you find yourselves.  I shall
+say nothing of my all-important aid on washing-days; though, on that
+account alone, I might call myself the household god of a hundred
+families.  Far be it from me also to hint, my respectable friends, at the
+show of dirty faces which you would present, without my pains to keep you
+clean.  Nor will I remind you how often when the midnight bells make you
+tremble for your combustible town, you have tied to the Town Pump, and
+found me always at my post, firm amid the confusion, and ready to drain
+my vital current in your behalf.  Neither is it worth while to lay much
+stress on my claims to a medical diploma, as the physician, whose simple
+rule of practice is preferable to all the nauseous lore, which has found
+men sick or left them so, since the days of Hippocrates.  Let us take a
+broader view of my beneficial influence on mankind.
+
+No; these are trifles, compared with the merits which wise men concede to
+me,--if not in my single self, yet as the representative of a class--of
+being the grand reformer of the age.  From my spout, and such spouts as
+mine, must flow the stream that shall cleanse our earth of the vast
+portion of its crime and anguish, which has gushed from the fiery
+fountains of the still.  In this mighty enterprise, the cow shall be my
+great confederate.  Milk and water!  The TOWN Pump and the Cow!  Such is
+the glorious copartnership, that shall tear down the distilleries and
+brewhouses, uproot the vineyards, shatter the cider-presses, ruin the tea
+and coffee trade, and finally monopolize the whole business of quenching
+thirst.  Blessed consummation!  Then Poverty shall pass away from the
+land, finding no hovel so wretched, where her squalid form may shelter
+itself.  Then Disease, for lack of other victims, shall gnaw its own
+heart, and die.  Then Sin, if she do not die, shall lose half her
+strength.  Until now, the frenzy of hereditary fever has raged in the
+human blood, transmitted from sire to son, and rekindled in every
+generation, by fresh draughts of liquid flame.  When that inward fire
+shall be extinguished, the heat of passion cannot but grow cool, and
+war--the drunkenness of nations--perhaps will cease.  At least, there will
+be no war of households.  The husband and wife, drinking deep of peaceful
+joy,--a calm bliss of temperate affections,--shall pass hand in hand
+through life, and lie down, not reluctantly, at its protracted close.
+To them, the past will be no turmoil of mad dreams, nor the future an
+eternity of such moments as follow the delirium of the drunkard.  Their
+dead faces shall express what their spirits were, and are to be, by a
+lingering smile of memory and hope.
+
+Ahem!  Dry work, this speechifying; especially to an unpractised orator.
+I never conceived, till now, what toil the temperance lecturers undergo
+for my sake.  Hereafter, they shall have the business to themselves.  Do,
+some kind Christian, pump a stroke or two, just to wet my whistle.  Thank
+you, sir!  My dear hearers, when the world shall have been regenerated by
+my instrumentality, you will collect your useless vats and liquor-casks
+into one great pile, and make a bonfire, in honor of the Town Pump.  And,
+when I shall have decayed, like my predecessors, then, if you revere my
+memory, let a marble fountain, richly sculptured, take my place upon this
+spot.  Such monuments should be erected everywhere, and inscribed with
+the names of the distinguished champions of my cause.  Now listen; for
+something very important is to come next.
+
+There are two or three honest friends of mine--and true friends, I know,
+they are--who, nevertheless, by their fiery pugnacity in my behalf, do
+put me in fearful hazard of a broken nose or even a total overthrow upon
+the pavement, and the loss of the treasure which I guard.  I pray you,
+gentlemen, let this fault be amended.  Is it decent, think you, to get
+tipsy with zeal for temperance, and take up the honorable cause of the
+Town Pump in the style of a toper, fighting for his brandy-bottle?  Or,
+can the excellent qualities of cold water be not otherwise exemplified,
+than by plunging slapdash into hot water, and wofully scalding yourselves
+and other people?  Trust me, they may.  In the moral warfare, which you
+are to wage,--and, indeed, in the whole conduct of your lives,--you
+cannot choose a better example than myself, who have never permitted the
+dust and sultry atmosphere, the turbulence and manifold disquietudes of
+the world around me, to reach that deep, calm well of purity, which may
+be called my soul.  And whenever I pour out that soul, it is to cool
+earth's fever, or cleanse its stains.
+
+One o'clock!  Nay, then, if the dinner-bell begins to speak, I may as
+well hold my peace.  Here comes a pretty young girl of my acquaintance,
+with a large stone pitcher for me to fill.  May she draw a husband, while
+drawing her water, as Rachel did of old.  Hold out your vessel, my dear!
+There it is, full to the brim; so now run hone, peeping at your sweet
+image in the pitcher, as you go; and forget not, in a glass of my own
+liquor, to drink--"SUCCESS TO THE TOWN PUMP!"
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+The Wives of The Dead
+
+by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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+
+The following story, the simple and domestic incidents of which may be
+deemed scarcely worth relating, after such a lapse of time, awakened
+some degree of interest, a hundred years ago, in a principal seaport of
+the Bay Province. The rainy twilight of an autumn day,—a parlor on the
+second floor of a small house, plainly furnished, as beseemed the
+middling circumstances of its inhabitants, yet decorated with little
+curiosities from beyond the sea, and a few delicate specimens of Indian
+manufacture,—these are the only particulars to be premised in regard to
+scene and season. Two young and comely women sat together by the
+fireside, nursing their mutual and peculiar sorrows. They were the
+recent brides of two brothers, a sailor and a landsman, and two
+successive days had brought tidings of the death of each, by the
+chances of Canadian warfare and the tempestuous Atlantic. The universal
+sympathy excited by this bereavement drew numerous condoling guests to
+the habitation of the widowed sisters. Several, among whom was the
+minister, had remained till the verge of evening; when, one by one,
+whispering many comfortable passages of Scripture, that were answered
+by more abundant tears, they took their leave, and departed to their
+own happier homes. The mourners, though not insensible to the kindness
+of their friends, had yearned to be left alone. United, as they had
+been, by the relationship of the living, and now more closely so by
+that of the dead, each felt as if whatever consolation her grief
+admitted were to be found in the bosom of the other. They joined their
+hearts, and wept together silently. But after an hour of such
+indulgence, one of the sisters, all of whose emotions were influenced
+by her mild, quiet, yet not feeble character, began to recollect the
+precepts of resignation and endurance which piety had taught her, when
+she did not think to need them. Her misfortune, besides, as earliest
+known, should earliest cease to interfere with her regular course of
+duties; accordingly, having placed the table before the fire, and
+arranged a frugal meal, she took the hand of her companion.
+
+“Come, dearest sister; you have eaten not a morsel to-day,” she said.
+“Arise, I pray you, and let us ask a blessing on that which is provided
+for us.”
+
+Her sister-in-law was of a lively and irritable temperament, and the
+first pangs of her sorrow had been expressed by shrieks and passionate
+lamentation. She now shrunk from Mary’s words, like a wounded sufferer
+from a hand that revives the throb.
+
+“There is no blessing left for me, neither will I ask it!” cried
+Margaret, with a fresh burst of tears. “Would it were His will that I
+might never taste food more!”
+
+Yet she trembled at these rebellious expressions, almost as soon as
+they were uttered, and, by degrees, Mary succeeded in bringing her
+sister’s mind nearer to the situation of her own. Time went on, and
+their usual hour of repose arrived. The brothers and their brides,
+entering the married state with no more than the slender means which
+then sanctioned such a step, had confederated themselves in one
+household, with equal rights to the parlor, and claiming exclusive
+privileges in two sleeping-rooms contiguous to it. Thither the widowed
+ones retired, after heaping ashes upon the dying embers of their fire,
+and placing a lighted lamp upon the hearth. The doors of both chambers
+were left open, so that a part of the interior of each, and the beds
+with their unclosed curtains, were reciprocally visible. Sleep did not
+steal upon the sisters at one and the same time. Mary experienced the
+effect often consequent upon grief quietly borne, and soon sunk into
+temporary forgetfulness, while Margaret became more disturbed and
+feverish, in proportion as the night advanced with its deepest and
+stillest hours. She lay listening to the drops of rain, that came down
+in monotonous succession, unswayed by a breath of wind; and a nervous
+impulse continually caused her to lift her head from the pillow, and
+gaze into Mary’s chamber and the intermediate apartment. The cold light
+of the lamp threw the shadows of the furniture up against the wall,
+stamping them immovably there, except when they were shaken by a sudden
+flicker of the flame. Two vacant arm-chairs were in their old positions
+on opposite sides of the hearth, where the brothers had been wont to
+sit in young and laughing dignity, as heads of families; two humbler
+seats were near them, the true thrones of that little empire, where
+Mary and herself had exercised in love a power that love had won. The
+cheerful radiance of the fire had shone upon the happy circle, and the
+dead glimmer of the lamp might have befitted their reunion now. While
+Margaret groaned in bitterness, she heard a knock at the street door.
+
+“How would my heart have leapt at that sound but yesterday!” thought
+she, remembering the anxiety with which she had long awaited tidings
+from her husband.
+
+“I care not for it now; let them begone, for I will not arise.”
+
+But even while a sort of childish fretfulness made her thus resolve,
+she was breathing hurriedly, and straining her ears to catch a
+repetition of the summons. It is difficult to be convinced of the death
+of one whom we have deemed another self. The knocking was now renewed
+in slow and regular strokes, apparently given with the soft end of a
+doubled fist, and was accompanied by words, faintly heard through
+several thicknesses of wall. Margaret looked to her sister’s chamber,
+and beheld her still lying in the depths of sleep. She arose, placed
+her foot upon the floor, and slightly arrayed herself, trembling
+between fear and eagerness as she did so.
+
+“Heaven help me!” sighed she. “I have nothing left to fear, and
+methinks I am ten times more a coward than ever.”
+
+Seizing the lamp from the hearth, she hastened to the window that
+overlooked the street-door. It was a lattice, turning upon hinges; and
+having thrown it back, she stretched her head a little way into the
+moist atmosphere. A lantern was reddening the front of the house, and
+melting its light in the neighboring puddles, while a deluge of
+darkness overwhelmed every other object. As the window grated on its
+hinges, a man in a broad-brimmed hat and blanket-coat stepped from
+under the shelter of the projecting story, and looked upward to
+discover whom his application had aroused. Margaret knew him as a
+friendly innkeeper of the town.
+
+“What would you have, Goodman Parker?” cried the widow.
+
+“Lackaday, is it you, Mistress Margaret?” replied the innkeeper. “I was
+afraid it might be your sister Mary; for I hate to see a young woman in
+trouble, when I have n’t a word of comfort to whisper her.”
+
+“For Heaven’s sake, what news do you bring?” screamed Margaret.
+
+“Why, there has been an express through the town within this
+half-hour,” said Goodman Parker, “travelling from the eastern
+jurisdiction with letters from the governor and council. He tarried at
+my house to refresh himself with a drop and a morsel, and I asked him
+what tidings on the frontiers. He tells me we had the better in the
+skirmish you wot of, and that thirteen men reported slain are well and
+sound, and your husband among them. Besides, he is appointed of the
+escort to bring the captivated Frenchers and Indians home to the
+province jail. I judged you would n’t mind being broke of your rest,
+and so I stepped over to tell you. Good night.”
+
+So saying, the honest man departed; and his lantern gleamed along the
+street, bringing to view indistinct shapes of things, and the fragments
+of a world, like order glimmering through chaos, or memory roaming over
+the past. But Margaret stayed not to watch these picturesque effects.
+Joy flashed into her heart, and lighted it up at once; and breathless,
+and with winged steps, she flew to the bedside of her sister. She
+paused, however, at the door of the chamber, while a thought of pain
+broke in upon her.
+
+“Poor Mary!” said she to herself. “Shall I waken her, to feel her
+sorrow sharpened by my happiness? No; I will keep it within my own
+bosom till the morrow.”
+
+She approached the bed, to discover if Mary’s sleep were peaceful. Her
+face was turned partly inward to the pillow, and had been hidden there
+to weep; but a look of motionless contentment was now visible upon it,
+as if her heart, like a deep lake, had grown calm because its dead had
+sunk down so far within. Happy is it, and strange, that the lighter
+sorrows are those from which dreams are chiefly fabricated. Margaret
+shrunk from disturbing her sister-in-law, and felt as if her own better
+fortune had rendered her involuntarily unfaithful, and as if altered
+and diminished affection must be the consequence of the disclosure she
+had to make. With a sudden step she turned away. But joy could not long
+be repressed, even by circumstances that would have excited heavy grief
+at another moment. Her mind was thronged with delightful thoughts, till
+sleep stole on, and transformed them to visions, more delightful and
+more wild, like the breath of winter (but what a cold comparison!)
+working fantastic tracery upon a window.
+
+When the night was far advanced, Mary awoke with a sudden start. A
+vivid dream had latterly involved her in its unreal life, of which,
+however, she could only remember that it had been broken in upon at the
+most interesting point. For a little time, slumber hung about her like
+a morning mist, hindering her from perceiving the distinct outline of
+her situation. She listened with imperfect consciousness to two or
+three volleys of a rapid and eager knocking; and first she deemed the
+noise a matter of course, like the breath she drew; next, it appeared a
+thing in which she had no concern; and lastly, she became aware that it
+was a summons necessary to be obeyed. At the same moment, the pang of
+recollection darted into her mind; the pall of sleep was thrown back
+from the face of grief; the dim light of the chamber, and the objects
+therein revealed, had retained all her suspended ideas, and restored
+them as soon as she unclosed her eyes. Again there was a quick peal
+upon the street-door. Fearing that her sister would also be disturbed,
+Mary wrapped herself in a cloak and hood, took the lamp from the
+hearth, and hastened to the window. By some accident, it had been left
+unhasped, and yielded easily to her hand.
+
+“Who’s there?” asked Mary, trembling as she looked forth.
+
+The storm was over, and the moon was up; it shone upon broken clouds
+above, and below upon houses black with moisture, and upon little lakes
+of the fallen rain, curling into silver beneath the quick enchantment
+of a breeze. A young man in a sailor’s dress, wet as if he had come out
+of the depths of the sea, stood alone under the window. Mary recognized
+him as one whose livelihood was gained by short voyages along the
+coast; nor did she forget that, previous to her marriage, he had been
+an unsuccessful wooer of her own.
+
+“What do you seek here, Stephen?” said she.
+
+“Cheer up, Mary, for I seek to comfort you,” answered the rejected
+lover. “You must know I got home not ten minutes ago, and the first
+thing my good mother told me was the news about your husband. So,
+without saying a word to the old woman, I clapped on my hat, and ran
+out of the house. I could n’t have slept a wink before speaking to you,
+Mary, for the sake of old times.”
+
+“Stephen, I thought better of you!” exclaimed the widow, with gushing
+tears and preparing to close the lattice; for she was no whit inclined
+to imitate the first wife of Zadig.
+
+“But stop, and hear my story out,” cried the young sailor. “I tell you
+we spoke a brig yesterday afternoon, bound in from Old England. And who
+do you think I saw standing on deck, well and hearty, only a bit
+thinner than he was five months ago?”
+
+Mary leaned from the window, but could not speak. “Why, it was your
+husband himself,” continued the generous seaman. “He and three others
+saved themselves on a spar, when the Blessing turned bottom upwards.
+The brig will beat into the bay by daylight, with this wind, and you’ll
+see him here to-morrow. There’s the comfort I bring you, Mary, and so
+good night.”
+
+He hurried away, while Mary watched him with a doubt of waking reality,
+that seemed stronger or weaker as he alternately entered the shade of
+the houses, or emerged into the broad streaks of moonlight. Gradually,
+however, a blessed flood of conviction swelled into her heart, in
+strength enough to overwhelm her, had its increase been more abrupt.
+Her first impulse was to rouse her sister-in-law, and communicate the
+new-born gladness. She opened the chamber-door, which had been closed
+in the course of the night, though not latched, advanced to the
+bedside, and was about to lay her hand upon the slumberer’s shoulder.
+But then she remembered that Margaret would awake to thoughts of death
+and woe, rendered not the less bitter by their contrast with her own
+felicity. She suffered the rays of the lamp to fall upon the
+unconscious form of the bereaved one. Margaret lay in unquiet sleep,
+and the drapery was displaced around her; her young cheek was
+rosy-tinted, and her lips half opened in a vivid smile; an expression
+of joy, debarred its passage by her sealed eyelids, struggled forth
+like incense from the whole countenance.
+
+“My poor sister! you will waken too soon from that happy dream,”
+thought Mary.
+
+Before retiring, she set down the lamp, and endeavored to arrange the
+bedclothes so that the chill air might not do harm to the feverish
+slumberer. But her hand trembled against Margaret’s neck, a tear also
+fell upon her cheek, and she suddenly awoke.
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