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# Keels v. Central Railroad Company of South Carolina

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United States Supreme Court
147 U.S. 374
Keels v. Central Railroad Company of South Carolina

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# Kramer v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
245 U.S. 478
Kramer v. United States
Argued: Dec. 13 and 14, 1917. --- Decided: Jan 14, 1918
Mr. Harry Weinberger, of New York City, for plaintiffs in error.
Mr. Solicitor General Davis, of Washington, D. C., for the United States.
Mr. Chief Justice WHITE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Kramer v. United States/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
245 U.S. 478
Kramer v. United States
Argued: Dec. 13 and 14, 1917. --- Decided: Jan 14, 1918
In this case, as in No. 702, Goldman v. United States, 245 U.S. 474, 38 Sup. Ct. 166, 62 L. Ed. --, just previously decided, because of constitutional questions, the case was brought here by direct writ of error, with the object of reviewing and reversing a conviction and sentence under an indictment charging an unlawful conspiracy to induce persons whose duty it was to register under the Selective Draft Law (Act May 18, 191 , c. 15), not to perform that duty and alleging overt acts done for the purpose of carrying out the illegal conspiracy. The defenses were substantially the same as those urged in the previous case and the assignments of error made at the time of the allowance of the writs were identical. In fact at bar the propositions and arguments relied upon in the previous case were stated to be controlling in this. But, therefore, for the fact that there was different evidence in the two cases the considerations which control the one control the other. No distinction, however, results from that different since we are of opinion in this case as we were in the other after an examination of the entire record that the contention that there was no evidence tending to show guilt and hence the case should have been taken from the jury is without merit.
As thus any conceivable distinction between the two cases is removed, it follows that for the reasons stated in the Goldman Case, supra, just decided, and in the Arver Case, 245 U.S. 366, 38 Sup. Ct. 159, 62 L. Ed. --, as to the constitutional questions, the judgment below in this case must be and it is
Affirmed.

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# Kraus Bros. v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
327 U.S. 614
Kraus Bros. v. United States
Argued: Dec. 14, 1945. --- Decided: March 25, 1946
[Syllabus from pages 614-616 intentionally omitted]
Mr.Thomas Turner Cooke, of New York City (I. Jonas Speciner and Frank W. Ford, both of New York City, on the brief), for petitioner.
Mr. W. Marvin, Smith, of Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice MURPHY announced the conclusion and judgment of the Court.

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# Krauss Bros Lumber Company v. Dimon Steamship Corporation

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United States Supreme Court
290 U.S. 117
Krauss Bros Lumber Company v. Dimon Steamship Corporation
Argued: Oct. 10, 1933. --- Decided: Nov 13, 1933
Messrs. Lane Summers and W. H. Hayden, both of Seattle, Wash., for petitioner.
Messrs. Claude E. Wakefield and Cassius E. Gates, both of Seattle, Wash., for respondent.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 118-120 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice STONE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Krauss Bros. Lumber Company v. Mellon

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United States Supreme Court
276 U.S. 386
Krauss Bros. Lumber Company v. Mellon
Argued: March 7, 1928. --- Decided: April 9, 1928
Mr. Brenton K. Fisk, of Washington, D. C., for petitioner.
Mr. Alex M. Bull, of Washington, D. C., for respondents.
Mr. Chief Justice TAFT delivered and opinion of the Court.

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# Italian Hours/Preface

The chapters of which this volume is composed have with few exceptions already been collected, and were then associated with others commemorative of other impressions of (no very extensive) excursions and wanderings. The notes on various visits to Italy are here for the first time exclusively placed together, and as they largely refer to quite other days than these--the date affixed to each paper sufficiently indicating this--I have introduced a few passages that speak for a later and in some cases a frequently repeated vision of the places and scenes in question. I have not hesitated to amend my text, expressively, wherever it seemed urgently to ask for this, though I have not pretended to add the element of information or the weight of curious and critical insistence to a brief record of light inquiries and conclusions. The fond appeal of the observer concerned is all to aspects and appearances--above all to the interesting face of things as it mainly used to be.
H. J.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/The Prairie States

THE PRAIRIE STATES.
A Newer garden of creation, no primal solitude, Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and farms, With iron interlaced, composite, tied, many in one, By all the world contributed—freedom's and law's and thrift's society, The crown and teeming paradise, so far, of time's accumulations, To justify the past.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/The Torch

THE TORCH.
On my Northwest coast in the midst of the night a fishermen's group stands watching, Out on the lake that expands before them, others are spearing salmon, The canoe, a dim shadowy thing, moves across the black water, Bearing a torch ablaze at the prow.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/Thought

THOUGHT.
Of persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth, scholarships, and the like; (To me all that those persons have arrived at sinks away from them, except as it results to their bodies and souls, So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked, And often to me each one mocks the others, and mocks himself or herself, And of each one the core of life, namely happiness, is full of the rotten excrement of maggots, And often to me those men and women pass unwittingly the true realities of life, and go toward false realities, And often to me they are alive after what custom has served them, but nothing more, And often to me they are sad, hasty, unwaked sonnambules walking the dusk.)
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/To A Common Prostitute

TO A COMMON PROSTITUTE.
Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you.
​My girl I appoint with you an appointment, and I charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to meet me, And I charge you that you be patient and perfect till I come.
Till then I salute you with a significant look that you do not forget me.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/The Singer in the Prison

THE SINGER IN THE PRISON.
1
O sight of pity, shame and dole! O fearful thought—a convict soul.
Rang the refrain along the hall, the prison, Rose to the roof, the vaults of heaven above, Pouring in floods of melody in tones so pensive sweet and strong the like whereof was never heard, Reaching the far-off sentry and the armed guards, who ceas'd their pacing, Making the hearer's pulses stop for ecstasy and awe.
2
The sun was low in the west one winter day, When down a narrow aisle amid the thieves and outlaws of the land, (There by the hundreds seated, sear-faced murderers, wily counterfeiters Gathered to Sunday church in prison walls, the keepers round, Plenteous, well-armed, watching with vigilant eyes,) Calmly a lady walk'd holding a little innocent child by either hand, Whom seating on their stools beside her on the platform, She, first preluding with the instrument a low and musical prelude, In voice surpassing all, sang forth a quaint old hymn.
A soul confined by bars and bands, Cries, help! O help! and wrings her hands, Blinded her eyes, bleeding her breast, Nor pardon finds, nor balm of rest.
Ceaseless she paces to and fro, O heart-sick days! O nights of woe! Nor hand of friend, nor loving face, Nor favor comes, nor word of grace.
It was not I that sinn'd the sin, The ruthless body dragg'd me in; Though long I strove courageously, The body was too much for me.
Dear prison'd soul bear up a space, for soon or late the certain grace; ​To set thee free and bear thee home, The heavenly pardoner death shall come.
Convict no more, nor shame, nor dole! Depart—a God-enfranchis'd soul!
3
The singer ceas'd, One glance swept from her clear calm eyes o'er all those upturn'd faces, Strange sea of prison faces, a thousand varied, crafty, brutal, seam'd and beauteous faces, Then rising, passing back along the narrow aisle between them, While her gown touch'd them rustling in the silence, She vanish'd with her children in the dusk.
While upon all, convicts and armed keepers ere they stirr'd, (Convict forgetting prison, keeper his loaded pistol,) A hush and pause fell down a wondrous minute, With deep half-stifled sobs and sound of bad men bow'd and moved to weeping, And youth's convulsive breathings, memories of home, The mother's voice in lullaby, this sister's care, the happy childhood, The long-pent spirit rous'd to reminiscence; A wondrous minute then—but after in the solitary night, to many, many there, Years after, even in the hour of death, the sad refrain, the tune, the voice, the words, Resumed, the large calm lady walks the narrow aisle, The wailing melody again, the singer in the prison sings,
O sight of pity, shame and dole! O fearful thought—a convict soul.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/To A Foil'd European Revolutionaire

TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE.
Courage yet, my brother or my sister! Keep on—Liberty is to be subserv'd whatever occurs; That is nothing that is quell'd by one or two failures, or any number of failures, Or by the indifference or ingratitude of the people, or by any unfaithfulness, Or the show of the tushes of power, soldiers, cannon, penal statutes.
What we believe in waits latent forever through all the continents, Invites no one, promises nothing, sits in calmness and light, is positive and composed, knows no discouragement, Waiting patiently, waiting its time.
(Not songs of loyalty alone are these, But songs of insurrection also, For I am the sworn poet of every daundess rebel the world over, And he going with me leaves peace and routine behind him, And stakes his Hfe to be lost at any moment.)
The battle rages with many a loud alarm and frequent advance and retreat, The infidel triumphs, or supposes he triumphs, The prison, scaffold, garrote, handcuffs, iron necklace and lead-balls do their work, The named and unnamed heroes pass to other spheres, The great speakers and writers are exiled, they lie sick in distant lands, The cause is asleep, the strongest throats are choked with their own blood, The young men droop their eyelashes toward the ground when they meet; But for all this Liberty has not gone out of the place, nor the infidel enter'd into full possession.
​When liberty goes out of a place it is not the first to go, nor the second or third to go, It waits for all the rest to go, it is the last.
When there are no more memories of heroes and martyrs, And when all life and all the souls of men and women are discharged from any part of the earth, Then only shall liberty or the idea of liberty be discharged from that part of the earth, And the infidel come into full possession.
Then courage European revolter, revoltress! For till all ceases neither must you cease.
I do not know what you are for, (I do not know what I am for myself, nor what any thing is for,) But I will search carefully for it even in being foil'd, In defeat, poverty, misconception, imprisonment—for they too are great.
Did we think victory great? So it is—but now it seems to me, when it cannot be helped, that defeat is great, And that death and dismay are great.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/The Ox-Tamer

THE OX-TAMER.
In a far-away northern county in the placid pastoral region, Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my recitative, a famous tamer of oxen, There they bring him the three-year-olds and the four-year-olds to break them, He will take the wildest steer in the world and break him and tame him, He will go fearless without any whip where the young bullock chafes up and down the yard, The bullock's head tosses restless high in the air with raging eyes, Yet see you! how soon his rage subsides—how soon this tamer tames him; See you! on the farms hereabout a hundred oxen young and old, and he is the man who has tamed them, They all know him, all are affectionate to him; See you! some are such beautiful animals, so lofty looking; Some are buff-color'd, some mottled, one has a white line running along his back, some are brindled, Some have wide flaring horns (a good sign)—see you! the bright hides, See, the two with stars on their foreheads—see, the round bodies and broad backs, How straight and square they stand on their legs—what fine sagacious eyes! How they watch their tamer—they wish him near them—how they turn to look after him! What yearning expression! how uneasy they are when he moves away from them; Now I marvel what it can be he appears to them, (books, politics, poems, depart—all else departs,) I confess I envy only his fascination—my silent, illiterate friend, Whom a hundred oxen love there in his life on farms, In the northern county far, in the placid pastoral region.
# Leaves of Grass (1882)/Autumn Rivulets/This Compost

THIS COMPOST.
1
I withdraw from the still woods I loved, I will not go now on the pastures to walk, I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.
O how can it be that the ground itself does not sicken? How can you be alive you growths of spring? How can you furnish health you blood of herbs, roots, orchards, grain?
Are they not continually putting distempered corpses within you? Is not every continent work'd over and over with sour dead?
Where have you disposed of their carcasses? Those drunkards and gluttons of so many generations? ​Where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meat? I do not see any of it upon you to-day, or perhaps I am deceiv'd, I will run a furrow with my plough, I will press my spade through the sod and turn it up underneath, I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meat.
2
Behold this compost! behold it well!
Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick person—yet behold!
The grass of spring covers the prairies, The bean bursts noiselessly through the mould in the garden, The delicate spear of the onion pierces upward, The apple-buds cluster together on the apple-branches, The resurrection of the wheat appears with pale visage out of its graves, The tinge awakes over the willow-tree and the mulberry-tree, The he-birds carol mornings and evenings while the she-birds sit on their nests, The young of poultry break through the hatch'd eggs, The new-born of animals appear, the calf is dropt from the cow, the colt from the mare, Out of its little hill faithfully rise the potato's dark green leaves, Out of its hill rises the yellow maize-stalk, the lilacs bloom in the dooryards, The summer growth is innocent and disdainful above all those strata of sour dead.
What chemistry! That the winds are really not infectious, That this is no cheat, this transparent green-wash of the sea which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over with its tongues, That it will not endanger me with the fevers that have deposited themselves in it, That all is clean forever and forever, That the cool drink from the well tastes so good, That blackberries are so flavorous and juicy, That the fruits of the apple-orchard and the orange-orchard, that melons, grapes, peaches, plums, will none of them poison me, That when I recline on the grass I do not catch any disease, Though probably every spear of grass rises out of what was once a catching disease.
​Now I am terrified at the Earth, it is that calm and patient, It grows such sweet things out of such corruptions, It turns harmless and stainless on its axis, with such endless successions of diseas'd corpses, It distills such exquisite winds out of such infused fetor, It renews with such unwitting looks its prodigal, annual, sumptuous crops, It gives such divine materials to men, and accepts such leavings from them at last.
# Journal of the Straits Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society/Volume 32/Golden Flowers
### Golden Flowers.

There was living in Singapore not many years ago a Chinaman in very poor circumstances, who possessed, however, a small garden, in which grew a plant of the Pandan Wangi (Pandanus laevis), a tree which is often cultivated for its scented leaves used for flavouring rice and for making a kind of pot pourri used at weddings. He supplied the tree liberally with manure, and one moonlight night be was surprised to see it bearing a red flower. Going to examine it next day, no flower was to be seen, but next night it was there again, and he climbed up and got it, and put it on a table in his house. On the ​following morning he found it was changed into gold, and broke off a bit and took it off to sell. On returning, he found the bit he had broken off had grown again, and this continued till he became a very rich man. On his death the flower disappeared, and the family became comparatively poor again. The Pandan Wangi very rarely flowers (indeed I have never seen the flowers of it), and the male flowers are white and sweet-scented, like those of any other Pandanus.
Recently a Javanese who was in the Botanic gardens on a moonlight evening perceived on the stem of a wild fig-tree (Ficus Miquelii) at a height of about ten feet from the ground, a red flower about as big as a large marigold. Not knowing the peculiarity of the Gold flower, he went to call a companion to look at it, when it immediately vanished, nor has it reappeared. It seems that the gold flower objects to a crowd, and will only be visible to certain fortunate persons, and this cooly, by calling a companion to see it and not immediately seizing the flower, bas missed his opportunity of becoming a wealthy man. It is hardly necessary to say that the flowers of the fig are enclosed in the fig itself, which is mistaken for the fruit by the natives, who imagine that fig-trees have no flowers at all but only fruits. And thus, as, like the Pandan, it has normally no flowers, it is just the kind of tree you would expect to find gold flowers on.
H. N. R.
# Journal of the Straits Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society/Volume 31/Treasurer's Cash Account for 1897
### Honorary Treasurer's Cash Account, for the year ending 31st December, 1897.

Dr. :
| | | $ | c. |
| 1897. | To Balance in Chartered Bank | 352 | 44 |
| | To„ Do. Mercantile Bank | 382 | 54 |
| | To„ Do. with Hon. Treasurer. | 8 | 32 |
| | To„ Subscriptions for 1894. | 10 | |
| | To„ do. 1895. | 15 | |
| | To„ do. 1896. | 110 | |
| | To„ do. 1897. | 400 | |
| | To„ do. 1898. | 15 | |
| | To„ do. Life member. | 100 | |
| | To„ Sale of Journals. | 72 | 45 |
| | To„ Interest on Cash Balance | 8 | 18 |
| | | $1473 | 93 |
Cr. :
| | | $ | c. |
| 1898 | By American Mission Press for publication of Journal No. 30. | 654 | 20 |
| | By„ Advertising General Meeting in "Straits Times and "Singapore Free Press" | 5 | 60 |
| | By„ Commission to collector | 10 | |
| | By„ do. to Messrs. Kelly & Walsh on sale of Journals, &c. | 4 | 20 |
| | By„ Book Case. | 35 | |
| | By„ Binding publications in Library of the Society. | 50 | 10 |
| | By„ Stationery. | 3 | 90 |
| | By„ Clerk's Salary. | 60 | |
| | By„ Clerk's petty expenses. | 2 | 13 |
| | By„ Postage on letters and Journals. | 16 | 41 |
| | By„ Balance with Honorary Treasurer. | 11 | 35 |
| | By„ do. in Chartered Bank. | 342 | 43 |
| | By„ do. in Mercantile Bank. | 278 | 61 |
| | | $1473 | 93 |
J. O. Anthonisz, Honorary Treasurer, Straits Branch Royal Asiatic Society.
# Journal of the Straits Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society/Volume 32/The Putri Gunong Ledang
### The Putri Gunong Ledang.

(Fairy Princess of Mt. Ophir)
The following extract from an essay written by a Malacca Chinese boy may be of interest to readers of the Journal of the Straits Branch of the Royal Asiatic Society. I give the boy's own words.
The aborigines of Malacca used to believe that Mt. Ophir was a sacred mountain. Mt. Ophir is also believed to be so by the Malays, as well as by most of the Strait-born Chinese. Since many years ago, neither Malays nor Chinese have ever reached the top of the mountain, where, as our ancestors say, there is plenty of gold strewn along the floor. Although some of the Europeans have been there, yet the natives have not believed it. It is said that there is a fairy who takes charge of the sacred mountain. In the morning, as the sun rises, the fairy is a beautiful girl playing near her well-built hut. At noon, as the sun is right over our head, the girl changes into a maiden; and in the evening, as the sun sets, the maiden becomes an old woman. The same thing happens every day.
​There is also a sacred tiger possessed by the fairy as her sole guardian of the mountain. It always sits half-way down the mountain. As most of the uneducated are superstitious, they believe that there is also a kind of plant grown near the house of the fairy, and any one who gets a leaf from that plant and eats it, besides being always young and beautiful, will never die. Many of the ancient people of Malacca attempted to get some of the leaves, and many lost their lives in the attempts because of their absurdity.
This story was first told by a Malay who accidentally reached the top of the mountain. One day while cutting wood with some of his companions be was accidentally separated from them and was left alone in the forests. What was his alarm when he saw a tiger; and being unable to get rid of the wild beast, he fell on the ground and fainted. He was carried to the fairy, and being a worshipper, as people were in those days, he was well treated. He stayed there for several hours, and was told to pick some of the largest lumps of saffron and take them home. While he was walking the bag became heavier, and he then threw some of the lumps away. When he reached home he found that the saffron turned into gold. This is the story which the Malays as well as the Straits Chinese believe about Mt. Ophir or Gunong Leydang."
R. J. Wilkinson.