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# Little Joe Otter/Chapter 25

CHAPTER XXV
THE YOUNG OTTERS ARE WARNED
The young who heed an elder's warning Show evidence of wisdom's dawning.
Little Joe Otter.
"Do you remember the terrible two-legged creature who chased us on our way from the Laughing Brook to this brook?" Little Joe Otter asked the two young Otters.
Both nodded their heads. "I guess I do!" exclaimed one. "He gave me a dreadful fright."
"Have you seen anything of him since we have been staying over here?" Mrs. Joe asked.
​This time both the young Otters shook their heads. "No," said the one who had spoken before. "The truth is, I had forgotten all about him. I guess he doesn't know we are over here."
"I guess he does," said Little Joe Otter. "I know he does. He has set traps for us."
"What are traps?" asked one of the young Otters.
"They are terrible things with awful jaws which are hidden where they are not likely to be seen and are always ready to jump up and seize an Otter by the leg. Then they will never let go, and there is no way of making them let go," explained Little Joe.
The eyes of the young Otters ​grew round with wonder and fear. "But what have they to do with that terrible creature who chased us?" asked one of them.
"Those traps belong to him," replied Little Joe. "He is the one who has hidden those traps, hoping to catch us. If one of you should be caught in one of those traps, that terrible two-legged creature would come and kill you."
"But how do you know that he has hidden any of those dreadful traps around here?" inquired the smallest Otter.
"Your father has just found one," replied Mrs. Joe. "It was set over on that old log where your father has been in the habit of eating his fish. Probably there ​are more traps, and so it is not going to be safe for any of us to go to the places we have been in the habit of going. That means that you must not use the slippery slide again, not even once. You must keep away from the bank at the place where we have been in the habit of climbing it to reach the top of the slippery slide. Each of you must promise not to once use that little path we have made across the point to reach that other bend in the brook."
"But can't we slide any more?" asked one young Otter, looking very much disappointed. "There won't be any fun if we can’t go sliding."
"It is better to go without fun ​than to lose your life," said Little Joe Otter gravely. "However, we will make a new slippery slide. There is one thing more: If one of you should find a dead fish, keep away from it."
"Why?" demanded one of the young Otters.
"Because the only safe fish for an Otter is a live fish. No matter how hungry you are or how hard it is to catch a fish, don't be tempted by a dead fish. There is likely to be a trap hidden close by. If the fishing were not so good here, we would move on at once. Now remember to keep away from every place you have been in the habit of going to, and don't touch a dead fish."
# Little Joe Otter/Chapter 28

CHAPTER XXVIII
THE PRICE OF FREEDOM
For freedom who is there will say There's any price too much to pay?
Little Joe Otter.
Have you ever been terribly frightened? Have you ever been so frightened that you couldn't even think? That is the way it was with the foolish young Otter when he realized that he was caught in a trap. He was so filled with terror that he didn't even think about the pain in his foot. There is nothing quite so awful as the helpless feeling that comes when one is caught in a ​trap. Had that young Otter been seized by an enemy twice his size he would have fought bravely to the last breath. But one cannot fight a steel trap.
After awhile the young Otter was so tired out with struggling that he had to be quiet to get his breath and to rest. He trembled all over. Every time he heard the least little sound he was sure it was the trapper coming to kill him. How he did wish he had heeded the warnings of his father and mother!
For a long, long, long time he was held a prisoner by that dreadful trap. From time to time he tried to cut the chain that held the trap, but of course he tried ​in vain. His teeth, sharp as they were, didn't even scratch the steel of that chain. He wondered if his father and mother would miss him and look for him. He wondered if they would ever find out what had happened to him.
"If I could only get away from this thing, I never, never would disobey again," he sobbed. "No, Sir, I never, never would disobey again. I do wish father and mother would come. Perhaps if they came they could get me free from this dreadful thing."
It is said that if you wish long enough and hard enough for a thing you may get your wish. Certainly the foolish young Otter wished long and hard. And at ​last he did get his wish. His father, Little Joe Otter, suddenly appeared. He was looking for that young Otter. He had worried when that young Otter did not return and had started out to look for him.
Little Joe didn't scold that young Otter. Instead, he did the best he could to comfort him. The first thing he did was to look to see how the young Otter was held by that dreadful trap. He saw right away that he was held only by one toe.
"You are lucky, very lucky," declared Little Joe Otter.
The young Otter thought he was very unlucky. He said so. He couldn't see that there was ​anything lucky about it. Then Little Joe explained.
"That trap," said he," has got you only by one toe. It might have you by the whole foot. If it had you by the whole foot, and that is the way the trapper meant that it should catch you, there would be very little hope for you. As it is, if you pull hard enough, you may lose your toe, but that will be all."
"But I don't want to lose my toe!" wailed the young Otter.
"All right," replied Little Joe. "If you had rather lose your life than your toe, there is nothing I can do about it. You can get free if you really want to, but the price of freedom will be that toe."
# Little Joe Otter/Chapter 29

CHAPTER XXIX
THE YOUNG OTTER PAYS THE PRICE
If life and freedom be the cost, What matter if a toe is lost?
Little Joe Otter.
Have you ever tried to make up your mind to have an aching tooth pulled? If you have, you remember what hard work it was and how you kept putting it off and putting it off and putting it off. It was the same way with the young Otter caught in a steel trap by one toe. His father, Little Joe Otter, had told him that there was only one way in which ​he could gain freedom, and that was by losing that toe. He had told him that he would have to lose that toe or lose his life.
But the young Otter didn't want to lose his toe. He said so over and over. He just couldn't make up his mind to it. It seemed to him a dreadful thing to lose a toe.
"What is losing your toe compared with losing your life?" his father asked.
"But perhaps I won't lose my life," protested the young Otter.
"Yes, you will," replied Little Joe Otter. "It is just as certain as it is that you are now caught in this trap. I can't help you; your mother can't help you; no one can help you. That two-legged ​creature who set this dreadful trap will come to see if any one has been caught in it. Then he'll kill you. If you want this to happen rather than lose that toe, why I may as well go back to your mother and sister. It is useless for me to stay here. There is no knowing when that trapper may come and he may have a terrible gun with him. A good hard pull with all your might will set you free. I'm going now. Come on!"
The young Otter shook his head. His eyes were filled with tears. He couldn't bear the thought of being left alone, yet he couldn't make up his mind to lose that toe. That toe was numb now. That trap didn't hurt so very ​much. But he was sure that if he should try to pull himself free, it would hurt dreadfully. It was because of this that he couldn't make up his mind to try.
"Good-by," said Little Joe Otter, and began to swim away swiftly. He didn't even look back. At first the young Otter couldn't believe that he was really being left alone. But his father kept straight on. Every second he was getting farther and farther away. At last the young Otter realized that his father had meant just what he said.
The young Otter stood it just as long as he could. Then the thought of being left alone in that cruel trap became more than he ​could bear. He plunged after his father. The trap brought him up short. But with all his might he struggled. He didn't even notice the pain. The thought of being left alone there was worse than any pain.
Suddenly that trap let go. At least he thought it had let go. He was free! I wish you could have seen him shoot through the water. How he did swim! Little Joe Otter heard him coming and waited for him. "So you decided that freedom is worth the price of a toe," said he.
Such a funny look as the face of that young Otter wore. It was not until then that he realized that he had left his toe behind.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1822/Song March 9

Literary Gazette, 9th March, 1822, Page 152
SONG.
Listen to the tale
That on the night gale
Blends with the rose's sigh;
The moon shines o'er thy bower,
Yon star has marked the hour
When no step and no sound are nigh.
Like the nightbird's lay
Which dares not by day
Tell of its hope and fear,
But awakens the flower
On the still moonlight hour,
When not another song is near.
Then ope those blue eyes,
The smile which there lies
Glancing of love, fond love;
So like yon star's sweet ray,
Whose brightness clears away
Each shadow that darkens above.
The pearls of the sea
Were worthless to me,
Earth's gems in vain were mine;
They would not give the bliss
Of a moment like this
When I breathe that sweet sigh of thine.
L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1822/The Cup of Circe

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Literary Gazette, 10th August, 1822, Page 487
ORIGINAL POETRY.
Sketches from Designs by Mr. Dagley.
Sketch the Third.
THE CUP OF CIRCE.
"All have drank of the cup of the enchantress."
She sat a crowned Queen—the ruby's light
Gleamed like a red star on the dark midnight
Amid her curls; but as they downward fell
To meet her ivory neck's luxuriant swell,
Some roses twined around the flowing hair— Fair roses—yet her neck was far more fair:
They were in summer perfume, and they gave
Fresh fragrance forth at each light tress's wave.
Her cheek was crimson beauty, and her eye
Flashed light upon its varying brilliancy.
There was a spell in those dark eyes, and all
Bent joyfully beneath its radiant thrall:
Their power was on the heart. One white hand raised
A sparkling vase, where gold and opals blazed
Only less glorious than her starry eyes;
(How sweet the incensed breathings that arise
From that enchanted cup!) and she the while
Held the bright poison with a witching smile.
All gathered round. I marked a fair child stop
And kiss the purple bubbles from the top;
A white haired man, too, hung upon the brim—
Oh! that such pleasure should have charms for him And by his side a girl, whose blue eyes, bent
On the seducer, looked too innocent
For passion's madness;—but love's soul was there—
And for young Love what will not woman dare!
There was a warrior—oh, the chain was sweet
That bound him prisoner to the Circe's feet:
He knelt and gazed upon her beauty; she
Smiled, and received his wild idolatry;
Then sighed that low sweet sigh, whose tender tone
Is witching, from its echo of our own.
The Painter's skill has seized a moment where
Her hand is wreathing mid his raven hair;
And he is bent in worship, as that touch,
That soft light touch, were ecstasy too much.
He is just turned from that bewildering face
To the fair arm that holds the magic vase—
The purple liquor is just sparkling up—
The youth has pledged his heart's truth on that cup!
L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1822/The Contrast

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Literary Gazette, 11th May, 1822, Page 297
ORIGINAL POETRY.
POETIC SKETCHES.
Second Series — Sketch the Second.
THE CONTRAST.
- - - - - - And this is love:
Can you then say that love is happiness?
There were two Portraits: one was of a Girl
Just blushing into woman; it was not
A face of perfect beauty, but it had
A most bewildering smile,—there was a glance
Of such arch playfulness and innocence,
That as you looked, a pleasant feeling came
Over the heart, as when you hear a sound
Of cheerful music. Rich and glossy curls
Were bound with roses, and her sparkling eyes
Gleamed like Thalia's, when some quick device
Of mirth is in her laugh. Her light step seemed
Bounding upon the air with all the life,
The buoyant life of one untouched by sorrow. - - -  - - - There was another, drawn in after years:
The face was young still; but its happy look
Was gone, the cheek had lost its colour, and
The lip its smile,—the light that once had played
Like sunshine in those eyes, was quenched and dim,
For tears had wasted it: her long dark hair
Floated upon her forehead in loose waves
Unbraided, and upon her pale thin hand
Her head was bent, as if in pain,—no trace
Was left of that sweet gaiety which once
Seemed as grief could not darken it, as care
Would pass and leave behind no memory. - - -
There was one whom she loved undoubtingly,
As youth will ever love,—he sought her smile,
And said most gentle things, although he knew
Another had his vows.—Oh! there are some
Can trifle, in cold vanity, with all
The warm soul's precious throbs, to whom it is
A triumph that a fond devoted heart
Is breaking for them,—who can bear to call
Young flowers into beauty, and then crush them!
Affections trampled on, and hopes destroyed,
Tears wrung from very bitterness, and sighs
That waste the breath of life,—these all were her's
Whose image is before me. She had given
Life's hope to a most fragile bark, to love! ’Twas wrecked—wrecked by love's treachery: she knew,
Yet spoke not of his falsehood; but the charm
That bound her to existence was dispelled—
Her days were numbered;— She is sleeping now.
L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1822/Song January 26

Literary Gazette, 26th January, 1822, Page60
SONG.
There were sweet sounds waked from my harp;
But see, its strings are broken.
Alas! that touch so sweet should leave
So sad a token.
My harp and heart are both alike,
Their music is departed;
The joy of song is gone from one
So broken hearted.
Love has past o'er my harp
Like unto summer thunder.
And all the beauteous chords of hope
Are rent asunder! L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1822/Songs 1 June 29

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Literary Gazette, 29th June, 1822, Page 410
SONGS.
1.
Ah, look upon those withered flowers,
And look upon that broken lute!
Why are those roses scentless, dead?
Why are those gentle chords so mute?
A sunbeam pass'd and kissed those flowers,
Waked the young bloom, the incense sigh;
But darkling clouds came o'er that ray,
The rose was left to droop, to die!
A wind breathed by and waked the lyre,
Oh never had it such a sound;
But soon the gale too rudely swept—
The lute lay broken on the ground!
These things are emblems of my heart;
And what has been thine influence there?
You taught me first love's happiness,
How could you teach me love's despair!
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1822/Ten Years Ago

Literary Gazette, 12th January, 1822, Page 28
TEN YEARS AGO.
"Ten years ago," the world was then
A pleasant and a lovely dream;
Life was a river banked by flowers,
With sunshine glancing o'er the stream;
The path was new, and there was thrown
A sweet veil over pleasure's ray;
But ignorance is happiness,
When young Hope is to show the way;
And fair the scenes that hope would show
When youth was bright "ten years ago."
Ten years are past,—life is no more
The fairy land that once I knew—
Pleasures have proved but falling stars,
And many a sweetest spell untrue:
But may I look on these dear ones,
Feel their soft smile, their rosy kiss;
Or may I turn, Beloved, to thee,
My own home-star of truth and bliss!
While love's sweet lights thus round me glow,
Can I regret "ten years ago?" L. E. L.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1822/St John

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Literary Gazette, 28th December, 1822, Page 825
ORIGINAL POETRY.
FRAGMENTS IN RHYME.
X. - The Eve of St. John.
There is a flower, a magical flower,
On which love hath laid a fairy power;
Gather it on the eve of St. John,
When the clock of the village is tolling one;
Let no look be turned, no word be said,
And lay the rose-leaves under your head;
Your sleep will be light, and pleasant your rest,
For your visions will be of the youth you love best.
Four days I had not my own Love seen,—
Where, sighed I, can my wanderer have been?
I thought I would gather the magical flower,
And see him at least in my sleeping hour!—
St. John's Eve came: to the garden I flew,
Where the white roses shone with the silver dew; The nightingale sang as I passed along—
I started to hear even her sweet song;
The sky was bright with moon and star-shine,
And the wind was sweet as a whisper of thine,
Dear love! for whose sake I stripped the tree-rose,
And softly and silently stole to repose.
No look I turned, and no word I said,
But laid the white roses under my head.
Oh, sweet was the dream that came to me then!
I dreamt of a lonely and lovely glen;
There was a clear and beautiful sky,
Such as is seen in the blue July; To the north was a forest of darkling pine;
To the south were hills all green with the vine,
Where the ruby clusters sparkled like gems
Seen upon princely diadems;
On the rocks were goats as white as snow,
And the sheep-bell was heard in the valley below;
And like a nest in the chesnut's shade,
As just for love and contentment made,
A little cottage stood, and the tree
Shadowed it over most gracefully;
A white rose grew up beside the door,
The porch with the blossoms was covered o'er; Methought it was your's—you were standing by: You welcomed me, and I felt your sigh Warm on my cheek, and our lips met,— On mine the touch is thrilling yet! But, alas! I awakened, and all I can do Is to tell the sweet dream, my own Love, to you!
# Lure

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* The Lure, a poem by Francis Ledwidge
* The Lure, a short story by Roland Ashford Phillips (1910)
* The Lure, a poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
* The Lure, a poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
# Luriana, Lurilee

Also titled "A Garden Song", the verse is quoted in To The Lighthouse and elsewhere. Adapted from Leonard Woolf's transcript (1902), reproduced in Notes and Queries (2007) 54(2) pp.171-173
A Garden Song
Come out and climb the garden-path,
Luriana Lurilee,
The China rose is all abloom
And buzzing with the yellow bee
We’ll swing you on the cedar-bough,
Luriana Lurilee.
I wonder if it seems to you
Luriana Lurilee
That all the lives we ever lived
And all the lives to be,
Are full of trees and waving leaves,
Luriana Lurilee.
How long it seems since you and I,
Luriana Lurilee. Roamed in the forest where our kind
Had just begun to be, And laughed & chattered in the flowers,
Luriana Lurilee.
How long since you and I went out,
Luriana Lurilee To see the kings go riding by
Over lawn and daisylea, With their palm-sheaves and cedar-leaves
Luriana Lurilee.
Swing, swing on the cedar bough!
Luriana Lurilee Till you sleep in a bramble-heap
Or under the gloomy churchyard-tree, And then fly back to swing on a bough,
Luriana Lurilee.
Whitsuntide 1899
Charles Isac [sic] Elton
# Lupang Hinirang

National anthem of the Philippines. Originally written in Spanish with the title "Filipinas" (1899), the song was set to a march by Julián Felipe which had been adopted as the national anthem in 1898. The words were translated into Tagalog in the 1956 by Felipe Padilla de León and revised in the 1960s; this translation by León officially replaced the original Spanish as the national anthem in 1998.
English-language translations of Lupang Hinirang include:
* O Land Beloved (1919).
* The Philippine Hymn, official translation from Spanish (1938).
* Lupang Hinirang, translated by Wikisource from the Tagalog.
This work is in the public domain because it is a work of the Philippine government (see Republic Act No. 8293 Sec. 176).
All official Philippine texts of a legislative, administrative, or judicial nature, or any official translation thereof, are ineligible for copyright.
An additional license tag is required in order to demonstrate why this work is freely licensed or in the public domain in the United States.
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# Luria v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
231 U.S. 9
Luria v. United States
Argued: April 23, 1913. --- Decided: October 20, 1913
[Syllabus from pages 9-11 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Louis Marshall and A. M. Friedenberg for appellant.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 11-13 intentionally omitted]
Assistant Attorney General Harr for appellee.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 14-17 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Van Devanter delivered the opinion of the court:

## Notes

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# Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today

Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today Whose having lived is held by us in noble Holiday Without the date, like Consciousness or Immortality —
# Lester Newton Trucking Company v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
389 U.S. 30
Lester Newton Trucking Company v. United States
H. Charles Ephraim, for appellant.
Solicitor General Marshall, Assistant Attorney General Turner, Howard E. Shapiro, Robert W. Ginnane and John E. Faulk, for the United States and others.
PER CURIAM.

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# Lest They Forget

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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Not for factious feud or quarrel,
 Olive crown or laurel wreath,
Fly the banners highest masted  ‘Gainst the tyranny or wrong;— Keep the bullet in the barrel
 And the sword-blade in the sheath,
Lest some coward—churl or dastard—  Should forget that we are strong.
# Man was made to mourn (Burns)

* "Man was Made to Mourn", in Aloway Kirk, or, Tam o' Shanter (1817), a chapbook printed in Ayr
* "Man was Made to Mourn", in The Beauties of Burn's Poems (1819), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "Man was made to mourn", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
# Managed Funds, Inc. v. Brouk

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United States Supreme Court
369 U.S. 424
Managed Funds, Inc. v. Brouk
R. Walston Chubb, for petitioner.

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# Managed Funds, Inc. v. Brouk/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
369 U.S. 424
Managed Funds, Inc. v. Brouk
Forrest M. Hemker, for respondents Brouk and others.
William Stix, for respondents Baker and others.
Solicitor General Cox, Daniel M. Friedman, Allan F. Conwill and Walter P. North, for the Securities and Exchange Commission, as amicus curiae.
On Writ of Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Eighth Circuit.
PER CURIAM.
Upon the suggestion of mootness and the joint motion of counsel to vacate and remand, the judgment of the Court of Appeals is vacated and the case remanded to the District Court with directions to dismiss the cause of action as to the respondents.
Mr. Justice FRANKFURTER and Mr. Justice WHITE took no part in the consideration or decision of this case.

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