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# The Man on Horseback

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A breathless, exciting tale of a gold mine taken in exchange for a poker debt, and of results which bring the American cowboy owner of the mine into international complications and make him an actor in the great war. —Review in the Outlook, Feb. 1920.
THE MAN ON HORSEBACK
THE MAN ON HORSEBACK
BY
ACHMED ABDULLAH
Author of "The Trail of The Beast"
NEW YORK
THE JAMES A. McCANN COMPANY
1919
Copyright 1919, by THE JAMES A. McCANN COMPANY All Rights Reserved
Printed in the U.S.A
To Gene Wick and J. B. Hawley best of literary agents best of personal friends
CONTENTS
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# The Melodist/The Bush aboon Traquair

The Bush aboon Traquair.
# The Melodist/The Heaving of the Lead

The Heaving of the Lead.
# The Melodist/The Cold Flinty Rock

The Cold Flinty Rock.
# The Melodist/The Done-over Taylor

The Done-over Taylor.
———O———
# The Melodist/The King’s Anthem

The King’s Anthem.
FINIS.
# The Melodist/The Lass o' Arranteenie

The Lass o' Arranteenie.
By Tannahill.
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# The Melodist/The Cobler and his Wife

The Cobler and his Wife.
# The Melodist/The Flower of Dunblane

The Flower of Dunblane.
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# The Melodist/The Girl I Love

The Girl I love.
# The Melodist/The Greenwood Tree

The Greenwood Tree.
# The Inner Life, v. I/Fifth Section/III

COLORS IN THE ASTRAL BODY
Any comparatively permanent color in the astral body means a persistent vibration, which in the course of time produces its effect upon the mental body, and also upon the causal body, so that the higher qualities developed by the life on the lower planes are gradually built into the permanent causal body, and so become qualities of the soul itself. The colors may be mingled to any extent; for example, affection (rose) mingled with religious devotion (blue) will give a lovely violet. It is only the good thought or feeling which can produce an effect in the causal body, and so be permanently stored up as part of the man. Other kinds of thought and feeling remain in the lower vehicles and are comparatively impermanent. The size a thought-form shows the strength of the emotion.
# The Inner Life

* The Inner Life: volume I
* The Inner Life: volume II
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# The Inner Life, v. I/Fifth Section

FIFTH SECTION
THE EGO AND HIS VEHICLES
# The Inner Life, v. I/Fifth Section/IV

THE CAUSAL BODY
No number of physical bodies could fully contain the causal body, any more than any number of lines can make a square, or any number of squares can make a cube. The ego puts himself down into his various bodies with the hope of gaining two things — to make the causal body learn to respond to more vibrations, and also to increase its size. Most people are not more than just conscious in the causal body. The strings of such egos cannot be played upon directly, but are affected from below by way of overtones. Most men can at present only work on the matter of the third sub-plane of the mental (the lowest part of their causal bodies), and indeed only the lower matter even of that is usually in operation. When they are on the Path, the second sub-plane opens up. The adept uses the whole causal body while his consciousness is on the physical plane. A rough and ready way of deciding at what stage a man stands is to look at the causal body. It shows also how he arrived there. Men develop unequally — we are all undeveloped in some way. An animal has a minimum-sized causal body as soon as he is individualized; then it has to be developed both as to size and color.
# The Merry Muses of Caledonia/John Anderson my Jo

JOHN ANDERSON MY JO.
* This is the old song which Burns's purified version superseded. The first two lines of the last stanza occur in "Annie Laurie."
John Anderson my jo, John,
I wonder what you mean,
To rise so soon in the morning,
And sit up so late at e'en?
You'll blear out all your een, John.
And why will you do so?
Come sooner to your bed at e'en,
John Anderson my jo.   John Anderson my friend, John,
When first you did begin,
You had as good a tail-tree
As ony ither man.
But now 'tis waxen auld, John,
And it waggles to and fro;
And it never stands its lane now,
John Anderson my jo.
John Anderson my jo, John,
You can f—k where'er you please,
Either in our warm bed,
Or else aboon the claise;
Or you shall have the horns, John,
Upon your head to grow;
That is a cuckold's malison,
John Anderson my jo.   So when you want to f—k, John,
See that you do your best, When you begin to sh—g me, See that you grip me fast;
See that you grip me fast, John,
Until that I cry Oh!
Your back shall crack, e'er I cry slack,
John Anderson my jo.
Oh! but it is a fine thing To keek out o'er the dyke. But 'tis a muckle finer thing, When I see your hurdies fyke; When I see your hurdies fyke, John, And wriggle to and fro; 'Tis then I like your chaunter-pipe, John Anderson my jo.
I'm backit like a salmon, I'm breasted like a swan, My wame it is a down cod, My middle you may span; From my crown until my tae, John, I'm like the new-fa'n snow; And 'tis a' for your conveniency, John Anderson my jo.
# The Merry Muses of Caledonia/Johnie Scott

JOHNIE SCOTT.
Tune—"O the broom."
An old fragment.
Where will we get a coat to Johnie Scott,
Amang us maidens a'?
Whare will we get a coat to Johnie Scott,
To mak' the laddie braw;
There's your c—t hair, and there's my c—t hair,
An' we'll twine it wondrous sma';
An' if waft be scarce, we'll cow our a—e,
To mak' him kilt an' a'.
# The Merry Muses of Caledonia/Logan Water

LOGAN WATER.
"An old song which appears in Herd's Collection. Referring to it, Burns writes to Thomson (April 7, 1793)—"I remember two ending lines of a verse in some of the old songs of 'Logan Water' (for I know a good many different ones) which I think pretty—
"'Now my dear lad maun face his faes, Far, far frae me and Logan Braes.'"
The Logan burn, the Logan braes, I helped a bonie lassie on wi' her claes; First wi' her stockings an' syne wi' her shoon, But she gied me the glaiks when a' was done.
But an I had ken'd what I ken now, I wad a' bang'd her belly fu'; Her belly fu' and her apron up, An' shew'd her the road to the Logan Kirk,
# The Merry Muses of Caledonia/Muirland Meg

MUIRLAND MEG.
Tune—"Eppy Macnab."
An old song, a copy of which exists in Burns's handwriting.
Amang our young lasses there's Muirland Meg,
She'll beg or she work, and she'll play or she beg;
At thretteen her maidenhead flew to the gate,
An' the door o' her cage stands open yet.
And for a sheep-cloot she'll do't, she'll do't,
And for a sheep-cloot she'll do't;
And for a toop-horn she'll do't to the morn,
And merrily turn and do't, and do't.
Her kittle black een they wad thirl ye thro',
Her rosebud lips cry kiss me just now;
The curls and links o' her bonny black hair,
Wad put you in mind that the lassie has mair.
And for, etc.
An armfu' o' love is her bosom sae plump;
A span o' delight is her middle sae jimp,
A taper white leg, and a thumpin' thie.
And a fiddle near by ye can play a wee.
And for, etc.
Love's her delight and kissing's her treasure.
She'll stick at nae price an ye gie her good measure;
As lang's a sheep-fit an' as girt's a goose egg,
O, that's the measure o' Muirland Meg.
And for, etc.
# The Merry Muses of Caledonia/Jenny Macraw

JENNY MACRAW.
Tune—"The bonny moorhen."
An old song.
Jenny Macraw was a bird o' the game,
An' mony a shot had been lows'd at her wame;
Be't a lang bearing arrow, or the sharp-rattlin' hail,
Still, whirr! she flew off wi' the shot in her tail.
Jenny Macraw to the mountains she's gane,
Their leagues and their covenants a' she has ta'en;
"My head now, and heart now," quo she, "are at rest,
An' for my poor c—t, let the deil do his best."
  Jenny Macraw on a midsummer morn,
She cut off her c—t and she hung't on a thorn;
There she loot it hing for a year and a day,
But oh! how looked her a—e when her c—t was away?
# The Merry Muses of Caledonia/My Ain Kind Deary

MY AIN KIND DEARY.
An old song on which Burns modelled his beautiful lyric with the same title.
I'll lay thee o'er the lee-rig,
Lovely Mary, dearie, O;
I'll lay thee o'er the lee-rig,
My lovely Mary, dearie, O.
Altho' the night were ne'er so wet,
An' I were ne'er so weary O;
I'd lay thee o'er the lee-rig
My lovely Mary, dearie, O.   Altho' the night, &c.
Look down ye gods from yonder sky,
An' see how blest a man am I;
No envy my fond heart alarms,
Encircled in my Mary's arms.
Lyin' across the lee-rig,
Wi' lovely Mary, dearie, O;
Lyin' across the lee-rig
Wi' my ain kind deary, O.   Altho' the night, &c.
# The Merry Muses of Caledonia/My Auntie Jean

MY AUNTIE JEAN.
Tune—"John Anderson, my jo."
* This fragment is attributed to Burns. In a letter to Samuel Brown, Ballochneil, Kirkoswald (his mother's half-brother), dated May, 1788, he refers to the "Ailsa fowling season," and asks him to procure for him "three or four stones of feathers."
My auntie Jean held to the shore, As Ailsa boats cam' back; And she has coft a feather bed For twenty and a plack; And in it she wan fifty mark, Before a towmond sped; O! what a noble bargain Was auntie Jeanie's bed.
# The Merry Muses of Caledonia/Jockey was a Bonny Lad

JOCKEY WAS A BONNY LAD.
Tune—"John Roy Stewart's Strathspey."
An old song which appears in the Appendix to Herd's collection.
My Jockey is a bonny lad,
A dainty lad, a merry lad,
A neat, sweet, pretty little lad,
An' just the lad for me.
For when we o'er the meadows stray,
He's ay sae lively, ay sae gae,
An' aft right canty does he say,
There's nane he lo'es like me.
An' he's ay huggin', ay dawtin',
Ay clappin', ay pressin', Ay squeezin', ay kissin',
An' winna let me be.
I met my lad the ither day,
Friskin' thro' a field o' hay;
Says he, dear Jenny, will ye stay,
An' crack a while wi' me.
No, Jockey lad, I darena stay,
My mither she'd miss me away;
Syne she'll flyte an' scauld a' day,
An' play the deil wi' me.   But Jockey still continued
Ay huggin', &c.
Hoot! Jockey, see my hair is down,
An' look ye've torn a' my gown,
An' how will I gae thro' the town,
Dear laddie tell to me.
He never minded what I said,
But wi' my neck an' bosom play'd;
Tho' I entreated, begg'd, an' pray'd
Him no to touzle me.
But Jockey still continued
Huggin', dawtin', clappin', squeezin',
An' aye kissin', kissin', kissin'.
Till down cam we.
As breathless an' fatigued I lay,
In his arms among the hay,
My blood fast thro' my veins did play
As he lay huggin' me;
I thought my breath would never last,
For Jockey danc'd sae devilish fast;
But what cam o'er, I trow, at last,
There's deil ane kens but me.   But soon he wearied o' his dance,
O' a' his jumpin' an' his prance,
An' confess'd without romance,
He was fain to let me be.
# The Merry Muses of Caledonia/Ken ye na our Lass Bess

KEN YE NA OUR LASS BESS.
Tune—"Auld Sir Symon."
An old song.
O, ken ye na our lass, Bess?
An' ken ye na our lass, Bess?
Between her lily white thies
She's biggit a magpie's nest.   An' ken ye na our lad, Tam?
An' ken ye na our lad, Tam?
He's on a three-fitted stool,
An' up to the nest he clamb.   An' what did he there, think ye?
An' what did he there, think ye?
He brak a' the eggs o' the nest,
An' the white's ran down her thie.
# The Merry Muses of Caledonia/Madgie cam to my Bedstock

MADGIE CAM TO MY BEDSTOCK.
Tune—"Clout the Cauldron."
An old fragment.
Madgie cam to my bedstock,
To see gif I was waukin;
I pat my han' atweesh her feet,
An' fand her wee bit maukin.
Fal, lal, &c.
C—t it was the sowen-pat.
An' p—t—e was the ladle;
B—l—ks were the serving men
That waited at the table.
Fal, lal, &c.
# The Isle of Voices

* "The Isle of Voices" Island nights' entertainments … with illustrations by Gordon Brown and William Hatherell. New York: Scribner. 1901.
* "The Isle of Voices" [without source]
# The Isles of Greece

"The Isles of Greece" is a poem-within-a-poem, appearing in Canto the Third of Byron's Don Juan.
* For versions appearing within the larger poem Don Juan, see Don Juan (Byron)
* "Hymn on Modern Greece" in Modern reciter (1829)
# The Master of Stair/Book 1

BOOK ONE
CHAPTER
* Ronald Macdonald
* The Kiss
* Jock O' Bread Albane's Wife
* Delia Featherstonehaugh
* The Folly Of Delia
* Hate Meets Hate
* The Poison Of The Kiss
* MacCallum More
* On The Road To London
* The King's Messenger
* The Master Of Stair
* The Love Of Delia
* The Master's Wife
* The Curse Of The Dalrymples
* The Avowal
* A Lampoon Answered
* The Bitterness Of Death
* An Innocent Betrayal
* The Pact
* On The Verge Of Madness
* William Of Orange
* The Resolution Of Despair
* James Fitzjames
* The Love Of Margaret Campbell
* Glencoe
# The Lavender Cowboy

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The Lavender Cowboy was originally a 1923 poem by Harold Hersey. It was then set to music and appeared in the 1930 Western Oklahoma Cyclone. Several versions have since been recorded and it has been banned from radio airplay due to the suggestive content of its lyrics.Warning: template has been deprecated.
He was only a lavender cowboy, The hairs on his chest were two, But he wished to follow the heroes And fight like the he-men do.
But he was inwardly troubled By a dream that gave him no rest, That he'd go with his heroes in action With only two hairs on his chest.
First he tried many a hair tonic. 'Twas rubbed in on him each night. But still when he looked in the mirror Those two hairs were ever in sight.
But with a spirit undaunted He wandered out to fight, Just like an old-time knight errant To win combat for the right.
He battled for Red Nellie's honor And cleaned out a holdup's nest He died with his six guns a-smoking With only two hairs on his chest.
# The Law-bringers

The Law-bringers is G. B. Lancaster's first bestseller. It was adapted to a Hollywood feature film, The Eternal Struggle in 1920. The Eternal Struggle was also the name of the abridged version was published in 1924.
THE LAW-BRINGERS
G. B. LANCASTER
THE LAW-BRINGERS
BY G. B. LANCASTER
AUTHOR OF "SONS O' MEN." "THE SPUR," "THE ALTAR STAIR." ETC.
HODDER & STOUGHTON
NEW YORK
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
Copyright, 1913. By George H. Doran Company
TO MY GOOD CANADIAN FRIENDS,
DR. HELEN MACMURCHY AND
MISS MARJORY MACMURCHY,
I DEDICATE THIS, WITH MEMORIES AND HOPES
G. B. L.
* chapterpage
* I."Two Who Were Friends"11
* II."We All Exert Our Pull"29
* III."I Know What I'm At"52
* IV."Grange's Andree"70
* V."We Generally Don't"94
* VI."The Young God Frey"114
* VII."The Return Of Ogilvie"139
* VIII."On The Athabaska"169
* IX."You Understand"198
* X."The Force Isn't a Nursery"228
* XI."Il M'aime, Je Vous Dis"254
* XII."The Thief On The Left"276
* XIII."I Want the West Again"298
* XIV."On The Long Trail"322
* XV."The Barren Grounds"346
* XVI."The Law Is Powerless There"365
* XVII."But That Can't Be"377
* XVIII."The Epitome of Life"396
* XIX."The Lone Patrol"417
* XX."You Mean to Do It?"435
* XXI."This Psychological Adventure"454
* XXII."What Eternal Children We Are"470
THE LAW-BRINGERS
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# The Laura Pollock v. Bridgeport Steam-Boat Company

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United States Supreme Court
114 U.S. 411
The Laura Pollock v. Bridgeport Steam-Boat Company
H. G. Atwater, for appellant.
Dennis McMahon, for appellee.
HARLAN, J.

## Notes

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# The Law

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* Law, a poem by Richard Watson Gilder
* The Law by Hippocrates
* The Law by Frédéric Bastiat (1850)

## See also

* Laws
# The Laurel in the Generalife Garden

From the French Le Laurier du Generalife.
In the Generalife a lovely laurel,
 Gay as victory and glad as love,
Bathes its boughs in fountain mists auroral,
Hides a pearl within each bloom of coral.
 And the green earth smiles to heaven above.
Like a blushing girl elate and slender,
 Tint of flesh it taketh with the spring;
Like an odalisk in her nude splendour,
Waiting by the water, flushed and tender,
 Ready for her fair apparelling.
Beauteous laurel! Many a mystic hour
 Have I rested me beside its form,
Sealed my lips upon its precious flower —
Sweet red mouth! — and, thrilling to its power,
 Felt it give me back my kisses warm.
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# The Laxdaela Saga/Chapter II

In the latter days of Ketill arose the power of King Harald the Fairhaired, in such a way that no folkland king or other great men could thrive in the land unless he alone ruled what title should be theirs. When Ketill heard that King Harald was minded to put to him the same choice as to other men of might -- namely, not only to put up with his kinsmen being left unatoned, but to be made himself a hireling to boot -- he calls together a meeting of his kinsmen, and began his speech in this wise: "You all know what dealings there have been between me and King Harald, the which there is no need of setting forth; for a greater need besets us, to wit, to take counsel as to the troubles that now are in store for us. I have true news of King Harald's enmity towards us, and to me it seems that we may abide no trust from that quarter. It seems to me that there are two choices left us, either to fly the land or to be slaughtered each in his own seat. Now, as for me, my will is rather to abide the same death that my kinsmen suffer, but I would not lead you by my wilfulness into so great a trouble, for I know the temper of my kinsmen and friends, that ye would not desert me, even though it would be some trial of manhood to follow me."
Bjorn, the son of Ketill, answered: "I will make known my wishes at once. I will follow the example of noble men, and fly this land. For I deem myself no greater a man by abiding at home the thralls of King Harald, that they may chase me away from my own possessions, or that else I may have to come by utter death at their hands."
At this there was made a good cheer, and they all thought it was spoken bravely. This counsel then was settled, that they should leave the country, for the sons of Ketill urged it much, and no one spoke against it. Bjorn and Helgi wished to go to Iceland, for they said they had heard many pleasing news thereof. They had been told that there was good land to be had there, and no need to pay money for it; they said there was plenty of whale and salmon and other fishing all the year round there. But Ketill said, "Into that fishing place I shall never come in my old age." So Ketill then told his mind, saying his desire was rather to go west over the sea, for there there was a chance of getting a good livelihood. He knew lands there wide about, for there he had harried far and wide.
# The Laxdaela Saga/Chapter IV

Ketill Flatnose brought his ship to Scotland, and was well received by the great men there; for he was a renowned man, and of high birth. They offered him there such station as he would like to take, and Ketill and his company of kinsfolk settled down there all except Thorstein, his daughter's son, who forthwith betook himself to warring, and harried Scotland far and wide, and was always victorious. Later on he made peace with the Scotch, and got for his own one-half of Scotland. He had for wife Thurid, daughter of Eyvind, and sister of Helgi the Lean. The Scotch did not keep the peace long, but treacherously murdered him. Ari Thorgils' son the Wise, writing of his death, says that he fell in Caithness. Unn the Deepminded was in Caithness when her son Thorstein fell. When she heard that Thorstein was dead, and her father had breathed his last, she deemed she would have no prospering in store there. So she had a ship built secretly in a wood, and when it was ready built she arrayed it, and had great wealth withal; and she took with her all her kinsfolk who were left alive; and men deem that scarce may an example be found that any one, a woman only, has ever got out of such a state of war with so much wealth and so great a following. From this it may be seen how peerless among women she was. Unn had with her many men of great worth and high birth. A man named Koll was one of the worthiest amongst her followers, chiefly owing to his descent, he being by title a "Hersir". There was also in the journey with Unn a man named Hord, and he too was also a man of high birth and of great worth. When she was ready, Unn took her ship to the Orkneys; there she stayed a little while, and there she married off Gro, the daughter of Thorstein the Red. She was the mother of Greilad, who married Earl Thorfinn, the son of Earl Turf-Einar, son of Rognvald Mere-Earl. Their son was Hlodvir, the father of Earl Sigurd, the father of Earl Thorfinn, and from them come all the kin of the Orkney Earls. After that Unn steered her ship to the Faroe Isles, and stayed there for some time. There she married off another daughter of Thorstein, named Olof, and from her sprung the noblest race of that land, who are called the Gate-Beards.