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# The Gateless Gate/Not The Wind, Not The Flag

Koan number 29 out of 49 in this work (published 1228, translated 1934)
Two monks were arguing about a flag. One said: "The flag is moving."
The other said: "The wind is moving."
The sixth patriarch happened to be passing by. He told them: "Not the wind, not the flag; mind is moving."
    Mumon’s comment: The sixth patriarch said: "The wind is not moving, the flag is not moving. Mind is moving." What did he mean? If you understand this intimately, you will see the two monks there trying to buy iron and gaining gold. The sixth patriarch could not bear to see those two dull heads, so he made such a bargain.
       Wind, flag, mind moves,
       The same understanding.
       When the mouth opens
       All are wrong.
# The Gateless Gate/Joshu Washes the Bowl

Koan number 7 out of 49 in this work (published 1228, translated 1934)
A monk told Joshu: "I have just entered the monastery. Please teach me."
Joshu asked: "Have you eaten your rice porridge?"
The monk replied: "I have eaten."
Joshu said: "Then you had better wash your bowl."
At that moment the monk was enlightened.
    Mumon’s comment: Joshu is the man who opens his mouth and shows his heart. I doubt if this monk really saw Joshu's heart. I hope he did not mistake the bell for a pitcher.
       It is too clear and so it is hard to see.
       A dunce once searched for a fire with a lighted lantern.
       Had he known what fire was,
       He could have cooked his rice much sooner.
# The Gateless Gate/Nansen Cuts the Cat in Two

Koan number 14 out of 49 in this work (published 1228, translated 1934)
Nansen saw the monks of the eastern and western halls fighting over a cat. He seized the cat and told the monks: "If any of you say a good word, you can save the cat."
No one answered. So Nansen boldly cut the cat in two pieces.
That evening Joshu returned and Nansen told him about this. Joshu removed his sandals and, placing them on his head, walked out.
Nansen said: "If you had been there, you could have saved the cat."
    Mumon’s comment: Why did Joshu put his sandals on his head? If anyone answers this question, he will understand exactly how Nansen enforced the edict. If not, he should watch his own head.
       Had Joshu been there,
       He would have enforced the edict oppositely.
       Joshu snatches the sword
       And Nansen begs for his life.
# The Gateless Gate/One Road Of Kembo

Koan number 48 out of 49 in this work (published 1228, translated 1934)
A Zen pupil asked Kembo: "All Buddhas of the ten parts of the universe enter the one road of Nirvana. Where does that road begin?"
Kembo, raising his walking stick and drawing the figure one in the air, said: "Here it is."
This pupil went to Ummon and asked the same question. Ummon, who happened to have a fan in his hand, said: "This fan will reach to the thirty-third heaven and hit the nose of the presiding deity there. It is like the Dragon Carp of the Eastern Sea tipping over the rain-cloud with his tail."
    Mumon’s comment: One teacher enters the deep sea and scratches the earth and raises dust. The other goes to the mountain top and raises waves that almost touch heaven. One holds, the other gives out. Each supports the profound teaching with a single hand. Kembo and Ummon are like two riders neither of whom can surpass the other. It is very difficult to find the perfect man. Frankly, neither of them know where the road starts.
       Before the first step is taken the goal is reached.
       Before the tongue is moved the speech is finished.
       More than brilliant intuition is needed
       To find the origin of the right road.
# The Gateless Gate/Joshu Investigates

Koan number 31 out of 49 in this work (published 1228, translated 1934)
A traveling monk asked an old woman the road to Taizan, a popular temple supposed to give wisdom to the one who worships there. The old woman said: "Go straight ahead." When the monk proceeded a few steps, she said to herself: "He also is a common church-goer."
Someone told this incident to Joshu, who said: "Wait until I investigate." The next day he went and asked the same question, and the old woman gave the same answer.
Joshu remarked: "I have investigated that old woman."
    Mumon’s comment: The old woman understood how war is planned, but she did not know how spies sneak in behind her tent. Old Joshu played the spy's work and turned the tables on her, but he was not an able general. Both had their faults. Now I want to ask you: What was the point of Joshu's investigating the old woman?
       When the question is common
       The answer is also common.
       When the question is sand in a bowl of boiled rice
       The answer is a stick in the soft mud.
# The Gateless Gate/Kyogen Mounts the Tree

Koan number 5 out of 49 in this work (published 1228, translated 1934)
Kyogen said: "Zen is like a man hanging in a tree by his teeth over a precipice. His hands grasp no branch, his feet rest on no limb, and under the tree another person asks him: 'Why did Bodhidharma come to China from India?'"
If the man in the tree does not answer, he fails; and if he does answer, he falls and loses his life. Now what shall he do?"
    Mumon’s comment: In such a predicament the most talented eloquence is of no use. If you have memorized all the sutras, you cannot use them. When you can give the right answer, even though your past road was one of death, you open up a new road of life. But if you cannot answer, you should live ages hence and ask the future Buddha, Maitreya.
       Kyogen is truly a fool
       Spreading that ego-killing poison
       That closes his pupils' mouths
       And lets their tears stream from their dead eyes.
# The Gateless Gate/Keichu's Wheel

Koan number 8 out of 49 in this work (published 1228, translated 1934)
Getsuan said to his students: "Keichu, the first wheel-maker of China, made two wheels of fifty spokes each. Now, suppose you removed the nave uniting the spokes. What would become of the wheel? And had Keichu done this, could he be called the master wheel-maker?"
    Mumon’s comment: If anyone can answer this question instantly, his eyes will be like a comet and his mind like a flash of lightning.
       When the hubless wheel turns,
       Master or no master can stop it.
       It turns above heaven and below earth,
       South, north, east, and west.
# The Hue & Cry: A Dialogue Between Twa Kintra Bell-men

THE
HUE & CRY.
A
DIALOGUE,
BETWEEN
Twa Kintra Bell-men.
BY POET LAURIAT.
FALKIRK:
PRINTED BY T. JOHNSTON.
1823.
The Hue & Cry.
FINIS.
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# The Howells Journal

Newspaper published in Howells, Nebraska.
Volume 44
Volume 48
# The Huge Hunter

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The Steam Man of the Prairies by Edward S. Ellis was the first U.S. science fiction dime novel and archetype of the Frank Reade series. It is one of the earliest examples of the so-called "Edisonade" genre. Ellis was a prolific 19th century author best known as a historian and biographer and a source of early heroic frontier tales in the style of James Fenimore Cooper.Warning: template has been deprecated.
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THE HUGE HUNTER
OR
THE STEAM MAN OF THE PRAIRIES
BY EDWARD S. ELLIS

## Contents

* Chapter I: The Terror of the Prairies
* Chapter II: 'Handle Me Gently'
* Chapter III: A Genius
* Chapter IV: The Trapper and the Artisan
* Chapter V: On the Yellowstone
* Chapter VI: The Miners
* Chapter VII: The Steam Man on his Travels
* Chapter VIII: Indians
* Chapter IX: The Steam Man as a Hunter
* Chapter X: Wolf Ravine
* Chapter XI: The Steam Man on a Buffalo Hunt
* Chapter XII: The Grizzly Bear
* Chapter XIII: An Appalling Danger
* Chapter XIV: The Huge Hunter
* Chapter XV: The Attack in the Ravine
* Chapter XVI: The Repulse
* Chapter XVII: Homeward Bound
* Chapter XVIII: The Encampment
* Chapter XIX: The Doings of a Night
* Chapter XX: The Concluding Catastrophe
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# The Howells Journal/Frank Cejda is laid to rest

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Published on 29 April 1932
Son of Local Pioneers and an Early Day Business Man of Howells
Mr. and Mrs. John Cejda, Jos. F. Krupka, Mrs. James Pokorny and daughter, Marcelline, Mr. and Mrs. Geo. W. Heun, J. J. Sindelar, F. J. Prucha, Mrs. William Kaspar, Mr. and Mrs. Jos. Limbach and son William, and Mrs. Conrad Thiem were at West Point Wednesday forenoon to attend the funeral of Mr. Frank Cejda which was held that morning with requiem mass celebrated by Rev. Zillig at St. Mary’s church in that city.
The deceased was born August 7, 1862, at Milevski, county of Tabor in Bohemia. He came to America with his parents in 1867, to Wisconsin, and in 1870 made another change when they took up their residence in Nebraska on a farm in Cuming county. Two years later they moved to this county and settled on the farm a mile west of town now owned by Jos. Kotan. In 1885 he was married to Miss Mary Parr who died in 1889, and there survives this union one daughter, Sr. M. Agnella, of Escanaba, Mich. He disposed of the farm he owned west of town, now farmed by Lad Prazak, and moved into Howells in the spring of 1889 and engaged in business here until in 1893, when he moved to West Point. He was married there, in the same church from which he was buried, to Miss Anna Brazda on the 3rd of October, 1895. She and their seven children survive him—Ludmilla, Rudolph and Agnella of West Point, Emil and Mathilda of Omaha, Stephen of Douglas, Wyo., and Frank of Chicago. Besides these, his death is mourned by a sister, Mrs. D. J. Brazda of West Point, and a brother, John Cejda of this place, and in their sorrow the bereaved have the sympathy of a host of friends.
Mr. Cejda has been ailing the past year and has been seriously ill the past three months from the effects of enlargement of the liver and attendant complications. He was a kindly, genial gentleman, remembered by his associates here as a prince of good fellows and the news of his passing was received with expressions of sincere regret and none but kindly thoughts of the peaceful sleeper now resting in St. Michael’s cemetery at West Point. Peace to his soul.
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# The Holy Qur'an (Maulana Muhammad Ali)/108. The Abundance of Good
#### 108. The Abundance of Good (Al-Kauthar)

In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.
$^1$ Surely We have given thee abundance of good.
$^2$ So pray to thy Lord and sacrifice.
$^3$ Surely thy enemy is cut off (from good).
# The Holy Qur'an (Maulana Muhammad Ali)/109. The Disbelievers
#### 109. The Disbelievers (Al-Kafirun)

In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.$^1$ Say: O disbelievers,
$^2$ I serve not that which you serve,
$^3$ Nor do you serve Him Whom I serve,
$^4$ Nor shall I serve that which ye serve,
$^5$ Nor do you serve Him Whom I serve.
$^6$ For you is your recompense and for me my recompense.
# The Holy Qur'an (Maulana Muhammad Ali)/105. The Elephant
#### 105. The Elephant (Al-Fil)

In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.
$^1$ Hast thou not seen how thy Lord dealt with the possessors of the elephant?
$^2$ Did He not cause their war to end in confusion?
$^3$ And send against them birds in flocks?
$^4$ Casting at them decreed stones --
$^5$ So He rendered them like straw eaten up?
# The Holy Qur'an (Maulana Muhammad Ali)/107. Acts of Kindness
#### 107. Acts of Kindness (Al-Ma'un)

In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.
$^1$ Hast thou seen him who belies religion?
$^2$ That is the one who is rough to the orphan,
$^3$ And urges not the feeding of the needy.
$^4$ So woe to the praying ones,
$^5$ Who are unmindful of their prayer!
$^6$ Who do (good) to be seen,
$^7$ And refrain from acts of kindness!
# The Holy Qur'an (Maulana Muhammad Ali)/106. The Quraish
#### 106. The Quraish

In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.
$^1$ For the protection of the Quraish —
$^2$ Their protection during their journey in the winter and the summer.
$^3$ So let them serve the Lord of this House, feeds them against hunger,
$^4$ Who and gives them security against fear.
# The Holy Qur'an (Maulana Muhammad Ali)/111. The Flame
#### 111. The Flame (Al-Lahab)

In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.
$^1$ Abu Lahab's hands will perish and he will perish.
$^2$ His wealth and that which he earns will not avail him.
$^3$ He will burn in fire giving rise to flames --
$^4$ And his wife the bearer of slander;
$^5$ Upon her neck a halter of twisted rope!
# The Holy Qur'an (Maulana Muhammad Ali)/112. The Unity

CHAPTER CXII
THE UNITY
(Al-Ikhláṣ)
Revealed at Mecca
(4 verses)
General remarks.
This is really the concluding chapter of the Holy Qur-án—the two chapters that follow only show how the protection of the Lord is to be sought—and it gives the sum and substance of the teachings of the Holy Qur-án, which is the declaration of the Unity of the Divine Being, the chapter receiving its title from that circumstance. All other objects are secondary as compared with this. The chapter is one of the earliest revelations, and contains a refutation not only of idolatry and Christianity, but of every polytheistic doctrine.
| In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful. | بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيمِ ۝ |
| 1 Say: He, Allah, is One. | قُلْ هُوَ اللَّهُ أَحَدٌ ۝١ |
| 2 Allah is He on whom all depend. | اللَّهُ الصَّمَدُ ۝٢ |
| 3 He begets not, nor is He begotten: | لَمْ يَلِدْ وَلَمْ يُولَدْ ۝٣ |
| 4 And none is like Him. | وَلَمْ يَكُنْ لَهُ كُفُوًا أَحَدٌ ۝٤ |
# The Human Drift

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* "The Human Drift", an essay by Jack London
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# The Human Drift (London collection)

* The Human Drift
* Small-Boat Sailing
* Four Horses and a Sailor
* Nothing that Ever Came to Anything
* That Dead Men Rise up Never
* A Classic of the Sea
** A Wicked Woman (Curtain Raiser)
** The Birth Mark (Sketch)
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# The Happy Marriage and Other Poems/For Remembrance

FOR REMEMBRANCE
I am your grief, and after I am dead No heart will ever break for you again. Even these very words that I have said Will then intend, if any read them then, Another sorrow in your stead.
# The Happy Marriage and Other Poems/Kenneth

KENNETH
O Rosa Mundi, O unearthly rose That perishes, that dies, that surely dies, That perishes and goes Into the dust again, Into the groping root, the prying vein, The terrible dumb hunger of the grass, Or drifting wide will pass Down to the sea, The unremembering remindful sea,— O flesh that dies, Something there is of thee More than the red idea, the lingered breath, That bears no faith nor vassalage to death Nor suffers any change; Some imprint of the vanished form and fire, Form that the hands desire, Color the eyes adore,
Color and shape, That lives, that lives, that does endure; not strange, Not utterly dissolved, not less nor more, Nor lonely imaging,— Some coin of beauty's buried gold to escape Earth and the secret thieving of the spring.
O Death, not all, not all his beauty's strength, His dark crowned head, His body's shining length Of subtle gracefulness, is shattered, dead, Dead and forever lost. I see him lie, a naked swimmer tossed High on the pallid sands, With all the tawny summer crowning him, His broad brown hands Cupped to the flooding sun; thigh, shoulder, throat,
A perfect rhythm, a fierce suspended note Of life intensely living, gay,— I know again that day.
Ah, pitiful! He had no splendid dream, No song, no vision's spark, To lead him, blind, with fitful tossing gleam Beyond your hour of dark; He had no dream Who was himself a music and a flame, Who sought not glory, but himself became The glory of his victories, Who died Clean washed in anger and the fighter's pride, Unearthed of ease, And down those burning skies Fell like a shattered star.
O Rosa Mundi—in the rose that dies Something there is, not mystical and far,
But dear, familiar, sure, As in a dream the hazy voices are, Something that lives, that lives, that lives, that does endure.
# The Happy Marriage and Other Poems/Chevaux de Bois

CHEVAUX DE BOIS
Who'll ride on the Merry-go-round! Toot! Toot! Who'll ride on the Merry-go-round! Who'll undergo birth For a whirl on the earth, Who'll ride on the Merry-go-round! Ump! Ump! Who'll ride on the Merry-go-round!
You swing through unlimited space With nothing to hold you in place, You circle the sun Till you're giddy with fun And the nebulæ laugh in your face, Toot! Toot! And the nebulæ laugh in your face.
Three hundred and sixty-five twirls To each of your annual whirls, With a vortical moon For a sort of balloon And a meteorite in your curls, Ump! Ump! And a meteorite in your curls.
You can ride on the Pegasus steed, Or the hobbledy horse on a lead; It won't matter a bit If you pull or you hit There's only one possible speed, Toot! Toot! There's only one possible speed.
You can ride on the true lover's throne With the lad or the lass that's your own,
You can laugh at the rest In his arms,—on her breast,— But you'll stop, when you stop, by your lone, Ump! Ump! But you'll stop, when you stop, by your lone.
You pay as you enter, my dear, And you pay after that every year, And you pay after that When they pass the big hat, And you pay when you leave, never fear, Toot! Toot! And you pay when you leave us, my dear.
# The Happy Marriage and Other Poems/Difference

DIFFERENCE
I'd rather love the moon that will not see Even my shadow beckoning to her, Or sullen sleepy earth that does not stir Under my lips, though they move loverly, Or any heedless beauty that may be, Water blown over with a windy blur, Or ice that blackens where the ripples were, Rather than you who are so free of me.
I never find your ways but you are fled Running the subtle deer of your delight, I never taste some whimsy thing you've said But there's a tang of hills I never knew, And when you come to me, white feet, O white, And shining loveliness, it is not you.
# The Happy Marriage and Other Poems/Hands

HANDS
Emperors, prophets, priests, named one by one, Great names of prophets who foretold the sun, Names of great emperors whose armies won— These are but names and, being named, are done.
But you are never dust, that had no name, Nor any honor in your ages' fame; You that were ageless and all times the same.
You raised the stones that lie at Eridu, Petra you built, where once the date-palm grew; And Egypt's pyramids, that cannot say
What king they house, nor what his death and day, Nor how he lived, are eloquent of you, Naked and nameless modellers of clay.
You have no monument, yet every king Who built a tomb for his remembering Built with the marble you could hew and bring;
And every conqueror who set a tower To mark forever his triumphal power Marked but your skill that labored there an hour;
And every prophet who cried out the Word Cried only meanings that your hearts had heard, Hearing the twilight silence and the bird.
And when these cities made of steel and stone Are choked with earth and vaguely overblown, Nothing will rest of all that now they own, No fame, no wonder, but your hands alone.
# The Happy Marriage and Other Poems/Hypocrites

HYPOCRITES
When all the loves that loved her for her soul Have married fleshly wives and comfortable, When all the loves that loved her over well For her sweet virtue have endured control, When all the loves that loved her down the roll Of every excellence she should excel Have lost their adjectives—then I shall tell Wherefore I loved her, and tell true the whole.
I loved her for her youth that could not last, I loved her for her laugh that could but die, I loved her face that death should overcast, I loved her but a day and it was past,— And so I love her till all loves are by: Moments and moonlight doth the heart hold fast.
# The Happy Marriage and Other Poems/Song

SONG
He is no lover of the sea Who loves her never faithlessly, Who loves her never most and least, Slavered, fierce, upleaping beast, Who loves her neither least nor most, The shrouded girl, the hushing ghost, Who never loves deceitfully, He is no lover of the sea.
# The Happy Marriage and Other Poems/Hunters

HUNTERS
No more on slant wings of the fisher gull, Flashing like blades across the blowing light, Do I coast up the morning in slow flight Peering for some rare silver in the sea; No more at glitter of the beautiful Drop wings and follow on the instant's lust To close with hope forever on the thrust, Or plunge at chance to seize what chance may be.
No more nor ever like the bright brave gull Will I go hawking in the windy world. I am turned robin and I wisely pull A worm occasional from garden sod, Thankful to dodge the dreadful acorns hurled In jest or malice by the garden god.
# The Happy Marriage and Other Poems/Invocation

INVOCATION
O Beauty! If you ever hear The rhymed halloo and lyric cheer Of those that cry to you in verse, Or marry you for ill or worse In paint and canvas, clay and stone, Or walk with God and you alone In their own hearts (where their own pleasure Can jog you both to any measure), O Beauty! If you've ever heard One chantey, jig or clinking word That men have said or sung about you, Then hear these sentences I shout you: You fraud! You showman! puffer! gilder! Adept in trappings to bewilder! You window-dresser of that store Where all that's sold was sold before!
You milliner! Creation done Was there no decent world to run, Or comet or small tidy moon, But you must pipe your huckster's tune Around and up and down our earth, Exalting lack, decrying worth, Impoverishing best with better, Confounding creditor and debtor, Or singing some dead girl immortal, Or publishing a strange assortal Of water, winds, and clouds, and skies, And locks, and lips, and languid eyes? And that's not all; for when we buy You take our gold and shrug and sigh, And say we had the thing before, And having paid have nothing more Than then we had. A many stars And loves and glamours of old wars You've sold me for their weight in ease
And not delivered. Now you please To sell me life herself. You fraud! Applaud her till the streets applaud, Bow her with praise,—I'll never buy. I tell you I have seen things change And wither when you shift your eye To untried seas and cities strange.
# The Happy Marriage and Other Poems/Omniscience

OMNISCIENCE
There was a lad and he sat alone, And he watched the sky where a bird had flown, And he watched the sea where a wind had run, And he watched his shadow in the sun.
And he said, I know that birds go by And leave no singing in the sky, I know that winds blow silverly And leave no brightness on the sea,
I know that when I'm digged away My shadow's shadow will not stay: Now God that knows both when and why, He said, is not so wise as I.