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# Jim Gorman's Brand

Extracted from People's magazine, 1 January 1923, pp. 3-45. Title illustration omitted.
Jim Gorman's Brand
By J. Allan Dunn
Author of “The Crater of Kola,” “Sand,”
KING BRADEY, MAN OF WEALTH, SWOLLEN WITH POWER, DID NOT THINK THAT JIM GORMAN COULD STOP HIM. FOR A WHILE IT WAS A NASTY MIX-UP, CALLING FOR A BIG FIGHT—TO A FINISH.
* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
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# Last Poems (Browning)/A Musical Instrument

A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT.
# Last Night I dreamed

"Last night I dreamed, mine enemy"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1911), "Last Night I dreamed" in Harper's Monthly Magazine (March 1911).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1912), "Last Night I dreamed" in The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "Last Night I dreamed" in Poems II.

## References

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# Last Poems

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# Last Poems (Browning)

LAST POEMS.
LAST POEMS
BY
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.
LONDON: CHAPMAN AND HALL, 193, PICCADILLY. 1862.
Printed by John Edward Taylor, Little Queen Street, Lincoln's Inn Fields.
TO "GRATEFUL FLORENCE,"
TO THE MUNICIPALITY, HER REPRESENTATIVE,
AND TO TOMMASEO, ITS SPOKESMAN,
MOST GRATEFULLY.
ADVERTISEMENT.
These Poems are given as they occur on a list drawn up last June. A few had already been printed in periodicals,
There is hardly such direct warrant for publishing the Translations; which were only intended, many years ago, to accompany and explain certain Engravings after ancient Gems, in the projected work of a friend, by whose kindness they are now recovered: but as two of the original series (the 'Adonis' of Bion, and 'Song to the Rose' from Achilles Tatius) have subsequently appeared, it is presumed that the remainder may not improperly follow.
A single recent version is added.
London, February, 1862.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
PAGE
TRANSLATIONS.
PARAPHRASE ON THEOCRITUS:—
PARAPHRASES ON APULEIUS:—
PARAPHRASES ON NONNUS:—
PARAPHRASE ON HESIOD:—
PARAPHRASE ON EURIPIDES:—
PARAPHRASES ON HOMER:—
PARAPHRASE ON ANACREON:—
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# Jamaica Anansi Stories/In Come Murray

140. In Come Murray.
William Forbes, Dry River, Cock-pit country.
It was said when you go you see a man going to play dat Nansi story. Get anodder wid a pint a water, den him gwine to turn a drunkard, begin to totter, say, "Tiger, tiger, lie down"--
    Zin come Mur-ray. I take drink, lay down, Zin come Mur-ray.
    Mur-ray, ah, lay down, Zin come Mur-ray. I take drink lay down,
    Zin come Mur-ray. Oh, poor Mur-ray. Zin come Mur-ray.
    I take drink, lay down, Zin come Mur-ray.
# Jamaica Anansi Stories/Grace before Meat

See the publisher's notes on this story.
Anansi and Monkey were travelling; they were two good friends together. Anansi ask Monkey, "Brer Monkey, how much cunnie you have?" Said, "Brer, me have plenty plenty!" Anansi said, "Brer, me only have one one-half; I keep the one fe meself an' give me friend the half."
Trabble on, trabble on, until they see Tiger in one deep hole. Anansi say, "Brer Monkey, you have plenty cunnie an' long tail; sen' down tail into the hole an' help Brer Tiger!" While him sen' down him tail, Anansi climb one tree. Tiger come out of the hole now, lay hold on Monkey, say, "I nyam you t'-day!" Anansi on the tree laughing. Monkey into a fix now, don't know how to get away. So Anansi call out to Tiger, "Brer Tiger, you ketch Monkey now you gwine eat him?" Tiger say, "Yes, I gwine eat him." Anansi say, "Do like me, now. Open you two hand an' clap wid joy, say, 'I get Monkey!'" That time he open his two hand, Monkey get free. Tiger run after Monkey, Anansi mak his way down from the tree, go home.
Anansi and Tiger go out hunting one day. Tiger catch one wild goat, Anansi no catch one. Anansi say to him, "Brar Tiger, wha' you say when you catch dis goat?" So Tiger say, "Not'ing!" Anansi say, "Brar Tiger, nex' time when you catch goat so, you mus' put goat under yo' arm an' knockey han' at top say, 'T'ank de Lord!'" An' Tiger did so an' de goat get away gone; de two lose.
# Jamaica Anansi Stories/New Names

There was four friends; one was Anansi, name of the other was Tiger, name of the other Tacoomah, name of the other Parrot. So they go for a journey, and Anansi bargain with them that the four mus' change their name an' when they come home, each one mus' go to their mudder house an' if their mudder call them the old name they mus' eat their mudder. So the new name,--Anansi name was Che-che-bun-da, Parrot new name was Green-corn-ero, Tiger name was Yellow-prissenda, Tacoomah name was Tacoomah-vengeance,--the four new name. Any mudder call them the ol' name, they mus' eat the mudder.
So they come to Tacoomah house first. Anansi say Tacoomah name 'Tacoomah-vengeance'. The mudder didn't understand the new name, so she say, "Look me pickney Tacoomah come!" An' kill Tacoomah mudder an' eat him. Second, 'em go to Tiger mudder. Anansi say Tiger name 'Yellow-prissenda'. So they fall upon Tiger mudder, eat her. So that night Anansi cry to excuse the night an' go over to his mudder house an' say, "Mudder, if you call me Anansi', dey will kill you! but de name 'Che-che-bun-da'." The next night they come to Parrot house. Anansi say Parrot name 'Green-corn-ero'. Eat Parrot mudder the same. At night, again Anansi cry excuse an' go to his mudder, say, "Mudder, las' night wha' me tell you say me name?" The mudder say, "Me pickney, you no name Anansi?" Anansi say, "Ma, coming here tomorrow night an' if you call me so they kill you! You mus' call me 'Che-che-bun-da'!" Ask his mudder again, "Wha' me tell you say yo' pickney name?" She say, "Anansi?" Anansi say, "No, mudder! dey kill' you! Me name Che-che-bun-da, Che-che-bun-da, Che-che-bun-da, Che-che-bun-da!" Keep tell the name over an' over that the mudder no forget.
So the night now Anansi turn come and they come along singing,
"Anansi name a Che-che-bun-da,  Cherry-senda, Yellow-prissenda, Parrot name a Green-corn-ero,  Cherry-senda, Yellow-prissenda, Tiger name a Yellow-prissenda,  Cherry-senda, Yellow-prissenda, Tacoomah name Tacoomah-vengeance,  Cherry-senda, Yellow-prissenda."
An' as Anansi mudder see Anansi coming an' the rest, say, "Look me pickney Che-che-bun-da!" Call the new name, so her life save, an' didn't eat Anansi mudder. Anansi make the bargain to feast on the others an' save his mudder!
# Jamaica Anansi Stories/Horse and Anansi

Anansi call Horse a go bush cut plantain. When dey cut done, dey carry out in de open, dey begin to play stick, lick stick. Den Anansi said, "Brar Horse, we hungry now, we don' have no fire fe roast plantain." So say to Horse, "Go see fire quite yonder? Go deh, go tak fire come, mak we roast plantain!" Horse fling up him tail on back, gallop, gone. Meanwhile him gone, Anansi 'trike him tinder-box an buil' a fire roast every plantain; eat all de plantain, leave only four. Horse gallop away an' kyan' ketch de fire an' turn back. Anansi say, "Brar Horse, when you gone, one man pass heah gi' me fire an' me roast de plantain; as me roas'ee done, one man come beat me an' tak away de plantain on'y lef' dem four heah gi' me!" So Brar Horse say, "Never min'! you tak two, me tak two." So Horse takee.
Dat time Brar Goat go bush kneel down watch Brar Anansi, watch what take place; so de nex' day, Goat say him will go wid Anansi. Dem two go, dem two cut plantain, an' dem come out 'pon de open an' dem play. So Anansi said, "Brar Goat, we hungry now an' we ha' no fire. See fire quite yonder? gallop go get fire an' come." Goat gallop, go roun' clump of bush, go kneel down on knee go watch him. Him 'trike him tinder-box mak a fire, peel ev'ry plantain put a fire. When de plantain roast, he 'crape ev'ry bit. As him 'crapee, Goat get up a come. Goat cut 'tick an' him jump one side so him put circle roun' de fire-side, an' say to Anansi, "Put you han' in now, sah!" an' jump de odder side an' put circle again. So den Anansi begin to beg, an' Goat tak away eberyt'ing didn't gib him one!
Jack man dory!
# Jamaica Anansi Stories/Mr. Lenaman's Corn-field

George Parkes, Mandeville
65. Mr. Lenaman's Corn-field. George Parkes, Mandeville.
There was a man named Mr. Lenaman. He went to a place to rent a piece of ground. He didn't know that it was a burial ground. It was about twenty acres of land. When he went, he chopped with his machete "pom!" He heard a voice say, "Who chop bush den?" He answered, "Me, Mr. Lenaman." The v'ice said,
"Big an' little, get up an' help Mr. Lenaman chop bush! No mo' bush mustn't lef to-day."
So all de ghosts, big an' small, get up chop off de bush clean. Mr. Lenaman was very glad. He went home and told his wife of the luck he had met. When the bush dry up, he went back to burn it an' starting to burn it he hear de v'ice say, "Who burn bush deh?" He said, "Me, Mr. Lenaman." The v'ice said,
"Big an' little, get up an' help Lenaman bu'n bush! No mo' bush mustn't lef to-day."
An' all de ghost get up an' help Mr. Lenaman bu'n off de bush clean. The nex' day, himself an' wife went to plant corn. As they make the firs' chop say "pom!," hear de v'ice say, "Who plant corn deh?" He say, "Me, Mr. Lenaman." De v'ice say,
"Big an' little, get up help Lenaman plant corn! No mo' corn mustn't lef to-day."
An' all de ghost get up an' help him plant de corn, plant off de whole twenty acres.
When de corn grow up, he went back to mol' it. As he started, the v'ice says, "Who mol' corn deh?" He said, "Me, Mr. Lena-man." The v'ice said,
"Big an' little, get up help Lenaman mol' corn! No mo' corn mustn't lef to-day."
An' all de ghost get up an' help dem mol' off de corn dat day. Now de corn grow up an' bear an' dry. Mr. Lenaman send his wife an' boy one day to go an' see how dey stay, an' tol' 'em not to break any because if dey break one, de ghosts will break it all off an' den Mr. Lenaman won't get none. He is going to get a lot of people to go there with him one day to help him break them, so that he can get a plenty. Now the wife an' boy went to the groun', but when they go, they forget what Mr. Lena-man tol' them. In coining away, they broke one each. They hear the v'ice say, "Who broke corn deh?" They said, "Mr. Lenaman wife an' boy." The v'ice say,
"Big an' little get up an' help Lenaman wife an' boy break corn! No mo' corn mus' be lef to-day."
An' dey break off every bit!
The wife an' boy went home an' tol' it to Mr. Lenaman. The three of them went back to the groun'. Mr. Lenaman got vex an' started to beat the wife an' boy. The v'ice said, "Who beat wife an' boy deh?"
He said, "Me, Mr. Lenaman." V'ice said,
"Big an' little, get up go an' help Mr. Lenaman beat wife an' bwoy! No mo' wife an' bwoy mustn't lef to-day."
So dem beat de wife an' boy so dat dem kill dem.
So Mr. Lenaman stan' up now didn't know what to do, start to scratch his head. The v'ice said, "Who 'cratch head deh?" He said, "Me, Mr. Lenaman." The v'ice said,
"Big an' little, get up an' help Lenaman 'cratch head! No mo' head mustn't lef to-day."
An' de whole of dem start to 'cratch his head, 'cratch it until he dead."
# Jamaica Anansi Stories/Long-shirt

Anansi, Tacoomah and Tiger made a dance; Anansi was the fiddler, Tacoomah the drummer and Tiger the tambourine man. They travel on till they get to a country where all the people were naked--no clothing except the head-man, who wore a long shirt; he had a wooden leg. So they invite up all these people to come to the dance. Mr. Ram-goat was in the lot. So they start playing and the people start dancing, dance until they get so tired everybody fell asleep; and Anansi stole the head-man's shirt--good shirt!--and put his own old one upon him while he was sleeping.
The man got awake, miss his shirt. Now this shirt could talk. The man call out, "Long-shirt, whe' you deh?" Longshirt answer, "Brar Nansi have me on-o!" They start up, now. Anansi got so frightened! He met Brar Ram-goat. He said, "Brar Ram-goat, I swap me shirt, gi' you one new one fe you ol' one!" Ram-goat readily make the exchange. The head-man call out, "Long-shirt, whe' you deh?" Long-shirt call out, "Bra' Ram-goat have me on now-o!"
Ram-goat run until he was exhausted, couldn't go any further. He dug a hole an' bury himself into the, hole leaving one horn outside and didn't know that horn was projecting outside. The man with the wooden leg couldn't go as fast as the rest. All the rest ran past Ram-goat; the head-man came along, buck the wooden leg upon the horn and he fell down. When he got up, he thought it was a stump, so he got out his knife to cut off that stump to prevent it throwing him down again. He cut an' cut an' cut till he saw blood. He call out to the rest, "Look! come now-o, dirtee have blood!" All the rest come around say, "Dig him out! dig him out! dig him out!" After they dug him out, they took off head-man long shirt, put on his own old one, and they wet him with all the dirty slops--they drench poor Ramgoat.
They thought he was dead and they leave him an' go away. After they was gone, Ram-goat got up. He wring the dirty clothes, he wring with all the slop they throw on him; he never remember to wring his beard. Jack man dora! That's the reason the goat have such an offensive smell until this day, he didn't remember to wring his beard!
# Kirwan v. Murphy

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# Japan: Its History, Arts, and Literature/Volume 4

Oriental Series
AMBASSADORS' EDITION
Limited to Seven hundred fifty numbered and registered copies of which this is No. 108
A Dancing Girl
JAPAN
ITS HISTORY, ARTS, AND LITERATURE
BY
CAPTAIN F. BRINKLEY
Volume IV
J. B. MILLET COMPANY BOSTON AND TOKYO
Copyright, 1902 By J. B. MILLET CO.
ENTERED AT STATIONERS' HALL, LONDON, ENGLAND
THE•PLIMPTON•PRESS [W•D•O] NORWOOD•MASS•U•S•A
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
ILLUSTRATIONS
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# Latter Day Saints' Messenger and Advocate/Volume 2/Number 2/Died

Died—In Clay Co. Mo. on the 21st of October last, Rachel Ranck, aged about 48 years.
# Latter Day Saints' Messenger and Advocate/Volume 2/Number 12/Notice

NOTICE.
A conference of the Elders and brethren of the Church of Latter Day Saints, will be held in New Portage, Ohio, on the 24th and 25th inst. The meeting will commence at 10 o'clock, A. M. on the 24th, and the business of the church will claim the first attention of the official members. Public preaching may be expected on the Sabbath. Elders, brethren and friends are respectfully invited to attend.
# Latter Day Saints' Messenger and Advocate/Volume 2/Number 2/Editorial notice

We hereby notify our patrons, that we desire them to be particular, in giving us information respecting subscriptions being changed from place to place, as many are moving: and give us their former residence, or names of office, to which their papers were directed, as well as the place to which they desire them directed. A failure of attending to this notice must be at your expense, and not ours
# Latter Day Saints' Messenger and Advocate/Volume 2/Number 12/Elder's licenses

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Kirtland, Ohio, Sept. 3,1836.
The following is a list of the names of Ministers of the Gospel belonging to the church of the Latter Day Saints, whose licenses were recorded, the last quarter, in the License Records, in Kirtland, Ohio:
by THOMAS BURDICK,
Recording Clerk.
| ELDERS: | Samuel Phelps |
| William H Presley |
| James Blakelee | Zera Pulsipher |
| Phineas Brownson jr | Harpin Riggs |
| Isaac H Bishop | Darius Race |
| Alexander Badlam | George A Smith |
| Harry Brown | Gardner Snow |
| Samuel S Brudick | Willard Snow |
| Edson Barney | William Snow |
| Royal Barney jr | Lyman Sherman |
| Calvin B Childs | Erastus B Wightman |
| Israel Calkins | Charles Wightman |
| Jacob Chamberlain | Samuel Warner jr |
| William P Card | Elias F Wells |
| Stephen Chase | Melvin Wilbur |
| James Durfee | Whitford G Wilson |
| John Daily | Henry H Wilson |
| Edmund Durfee jr | Franklin Youngs |
| Zenas Gibbs |
| Joshua Grant jr | PRIESTS |
| Truman Gillet jr | Charles Brown |
| Thomas Gates jr | Moses R Norms |
| William Hunting jr | Jonas Putnam |
| James Houghton | Andrews Tyler |
| Mahew Hillman | Abraham Palmer |
| Nathan Haskins | William Tenney |
| Jonathan Hampton |
| Samuel Jaques | TEACHERS: |
| Hiram Kellogg | Russel Thompson |
| John Killian | Bechias Dustin |
| John Knapp | Orson G Beach |
| Cornelius P Lott |
| William Miller | DEACONS: |
| Garland W Meeks | Moses Tracy |
| John F Olney | Isaiah Williams |
| Oliver Olney |
# Latter Day Saints' Messenger and Advocate/Volume 2/Number 2

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LATTER DAY SAINTS' :
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## Contents

* To the Elders of the Church of the Latter Day Saints. from Joseph Smith, Jr.
* ORDER OF THE NEW TESTAMENT CHURCH, No. 1
* PERSECUTION OF OLD TIMES
* Died
* TO THE SAINTS. from Thomas B. Marsh

## Letters

* Letter from Edward Partridge and Isaac Morley (Nov. 19, 1835)
* Letter No. 12 to Oliver Cowdery from W. W. Phelps
* Letter from Orson Pratt (Nov. 18, 1835)

## Editorial notice

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## Hymn

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# Kapalkundala (Ghose)/Part 2/Chapter 4

CHAPTER IV.
In the palanquin.
Now let us have the story of the ornaments. Moti made a present of an ivory box inlaid with silver for the preservation of ornaments. The robbers carried off only a small booty—they laid their violent hands on the articles she had near her person but nothing more than these. Nabokumar left one or two ornaments on Kapalkundala's body and put away the rest in the jewel-box. Moti left for Burdwan the next morning and Nabokumar with Kapalkundala went forth towards Saptagram. Placing Kapalkundala in the palanquin, Nabokumar put the jewel—box with her. The bearers, as a matter of course, trotted off at a fast pace and left Nabokumar a long way behind. Kapalkundala opened the palanquin doors and looked about enjoying the landscape. A beggar espied her and followed the palanquin droning piteously for alms.
"I have nothing with me" said Kapalkundala "So what can I give you?"
The beggar pointed to one or two ornaments Kapalkundala had on and said "How strange, mother! Pearls and diamonds gleam and glitter on your person and you have nothing to give away?"
"Are you satisfied if you get these?" asked Kapalkundala.
​The beggar was stupefied. He pitched his aspiration a point higher and in a trice added "Of course I do."
Without a second thought, Kapalkundala gave away the jewel-box with all the jewelleries into the beggar's hands. She even tore off a few ornaments she had on her and made a gift of these. The beggar stared for a moment, with those droll expressions peculiar to the class. The servants and servant-maids did not have a scent of all this. The beggar's bewildered expression was, however, of a moment's duration. Immediately he gave his furtive glances all the country round and at a bound ran off with the ornaments.
"What made the beggar dash away for his dear life?" thought Kapalkundala.
# Kapalkundala (Ghose)/Part 3/Chapter 7

CHAPTER VII.
On the outskirt of the city.
Luthfunnisha entered another chamber and closed the door. For full two days she cloistered herself inside the room. In these two days she determined the course she would follow. She arrived at a conclusion and set her mind upon it. The sun went low. Luthfunnisha began preparing her toilet with Peshman's help. It was a strange toilet as it had no evidence of a female make-up. She looked up the dress in the mirror and asked "How now, Peshman? Do you recognise me?"
"Impossible."
"Let me start then. See neither man nor maid follows me."
Peshman timorously added "If you pardon your slave, then she may ask one thing."
"What?"
"What is your object?"
"Final separation between Kapalkundala and her husband for the present. He shall be made mine afterwards."
"Would your ladyship just think over the project in its every possible light?—the dense jungle—the approaching night—and your lonely position?
But, without a word whatsoever, Luthfunnisha ​tripped forth silently. She directed her steps towards the lonely wooded outskirt of Saptagram wherein Nabokumar lived. Night had come ere she reached the place. The reader may have some recollection of the thicket which lay at a short distance from Nabokumar's dwelling place. When she gained the skirt of the forest-belt, she sat herself down beneath a tree. She sat on there for a considerable length of time, meditating the adventure She was embarking upon. Chance, however, brought her some fortuitious help.
Luthfunnisha could hear from her seat under the tree a dull continuous murmur that was maintained in its uniform key and seemed to issue from human throat. She started to her feet, looked about and saw shafts of light that cut the darkness of the wood. Luthfunnisha could outmatch a man in boldness so she guided her legs towards the place where the light burnt. First she reconnoitered the ground from behind the tree and observed that the light that shone was but the flame of the sacrificial fire and the voice she heard was the sound of incantation. She distinguished a sound in the midst of chants which she deciphered to be a name. At the mention of the name Luthfunnisha approached the man who was feeding the sacrificial fire and seated herself in proximity to him.
Let her be seated there for the present. But as the reader has not heard of Kapalkundala, for a long time, we must needs enquire her "goings on."
# Lend-Lease Acts

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## Individual Acts

* Congress, Neutrality, and Lend Lease
* Lend Lease Act, 11 March 1941
* Lend Lease Speech of August 6, 1942
* Lend Lease Bomber
* Comptroller General Warren correspondence with the Administrator, Foreign Economic Administration, May 25, 1945

## See also

* Anglo-American Mutual Aid Agreement (1942)