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# Beecher Manufacturing Company v. Atwater Manufacturing Company/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
114 U.S. 523
Beecher Manufacturing Company v. Atwater Manufacturing Company
This is an appeal from a decree for an injunction and damages for the infringement of a patent issued to Robert R. Miller, on February 22, 1870, and reissued to his assigns on May 6, 1879, for an improvement in dies for forming the clip-arms of king-bolts for wagons. 8 Fed. Rep. 608. According to the descr ption in the specification, such bolts are made by taking an iron rod of suitable length, splitting it for about two inches at one end, and turning the forks or arms outwards; then heating the rod, placing the body in a hole in a block or die grooved to receive the arms, and striking it with a plane-faced upper die, so as to force the arms into and make them take the shape of the grooves; and afterwards placing it between two other dies, which give the arms the proper bend to fit them to the axle-tree of a wagon. With the subsequent shaping of the collar and stem of the bolt, this patent has nothing to do.
In the original patent the patentee stated that he did not claim either of the dies separately, and claimed only 'the series of dies' (designating them by letters) 'for forming the clip-arms and wings of the lower ends of king-bolts for wagons, said dies being constructed and operating substantially as herein shown and described.' In the reissue he claimed (1) the first pair of dies, 'constructed and combined substantially as and for the purpose shown;' (2) 'the series of dies' (designated by letters) 'for forming clip king-bolts, substantially as shown and described.'
The first claim of the reissue is bad, not only because it was for something the patentee had expressly disclaimed in the original patent, but because, as the evidence clearly shows, there was nothing new in the dies themselves. The second claim of the reissue, like the single claim of the original patent, for the use in succession, or, in the patentee's phrase, 'the series,' of the two pairs of old dies, the one pair to shape the arms of the bolt, and the other to give those arms the requisite curve, does not show any patentable invention. The two pairs of dies were not combined in one machine, and did not co-operate to one result. Each pair was used by itself, and might be so used at any distance of time or place from the other; and if the two were used at the same place and in immediate succession of time, the result of the action of each was separate and distinct, and was in no way influenced or affected by the action of the other. This was no combination that would sustain a patent. Hailes v. Van Wormer, 20 Wall. 353; Pickering v. McCullough, 104 U.S. 310; Stephenson v. Brooklyn Railroad, 114 U.S. 149; S.C.., ante, 777.
Decree reversed, and case remanded, with directions to dismiss the bill.

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# Atharva-Veda Samhita/Book V/Hymn 10

10. For defense from all quarters.
[Brahman.—aṣṭakam. vāstoṣpatyam. 1-6. yavamadhyā 3-p. gāyatrī; 7. yavamadhyā kakubh; 8. purodhṛtidvyanuṣṭubgarbhā parāṣṭi 3-av. 4-p. atijagatī.]
⌊This piece is prose.⌋ This piece, like the preceding, is wanting in Pāipp. Parts of vss. 1-7 are apparently used by Kāuç. in a magic rite (49. 7-9); and certainly those verses are quoted in a ceremony (51. 14) for the welfare of the house with burying ⌊five⌋ stones in its corners ⌊and middle and putting a sixth above it⌋; and the hymn is reckoned (8. 23, note) to the vāstu gaṇa; while vs. 8 appears, with vi. 53 and vii. 67, in the savayajñas (66. 2). In Vāit. (29. 11) the verses are addressed to the stones of enclosure in the agnicayana.
Translated: Griffith, i. 202; Weber, xviii. 200.
1. My stone-defense art thou; whoever from the eastern quarter, malicious, shall assail me, this may he come upon (ṛch).
2. My stone-defense art thou; whoever from the southern quarter etc. etc.
3. My stone-defense art thou; whoever from the western quarter etc. etc.
4. My stone-defense art thou; whoever from the northern quarter etc. etc.
5. My stone-defense art thou; whoever from the fixed quarter etc. etc.
6. My stone-defense art thou; whoever from the upward quarter etc. etc.
It is possible to read these verses as 7 + 12 (or 13 ⌊or 14⌋): 5 = 24 (or 25 ⌊or 26, vs. 2⌋).
7. My stone-defense art thou; whoever from the intermediate quarters of the quarters etc. etc.
O. is the only ms. that fills out the paragraphs between 1 and 7; and it leaves aghāyúr unelided in all the verses. In paragraph 7 of our edition the accent-mark has dropped out under the va of açmavarmá. The Anukr. reads 7 + 16: 5 = 28 syllables.
8. By the great one (bṛhát) I call unto mind; by Mātariçvan, unto breath and expiration; from the sun [I call] sight, from the atmosphere hearing, from the earth body; by Sarasvatī, mind-yoked, we call unto speech.
The verse divides most naturally as 9 + 9: 16: 16 = 50; the metrical definition of the Anukr. fits it very ill. ⌊For c, cf. v. 7. 5.⌋
The second anuvāka ends here, and contains 5 hymns and 49 verses; the old Anukr. says ādyāt para ekādaçahīnaṣaṣṭiḥ.
# Atharva-Veda Samhita/Book V

Book V.
⌊The fifth book is made up of thirty-one hymns, divided into six anuvāka-groups, with five hymns in each group save the fourth, which has six hymns. The Old Anukramaṇī appears to take 60 verses as the norm of an anuvāka. The number of verses in each hymn ranges from 8 to 18. The Major Anukramaṇī assumes 8 verses as the normal length of a hymn of this book (see p. 142); but there are only two such hymns ("hymns" 9 and 10, both prose!). In fact,
| There are in this book, | 2 | 4 | 2 | 6 | 5 | 3 | 3 | 3 | 2 | 1 | hymns, |
| Containing respectively | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 17 | 18 | verses. |
The entire book has been translated by Weber, Indische Studien, vol. xviii. (1898), pages 154-288. This is the first book to which the native commentary is missing.⌋
| Hymn- number | | Page |
| V. Book the fifth |||
| 1 | Mystic | 220 |
| 2 | Mystic | 223 |
| 3 | To various gods : for protection and blessings | 224 |
| 4 | To the plant kúṣṭha: against tahmán ⌊fever⌋ | 227 |
| 5 | To a healing plant, lāhṣā | 228 |
| 6 | ? ⌊Disconnected verses⌋ | 230 |
| 7 | Against niggardliness and its effects | 232 |
| 8 | Against enemies: to Indra and other gods | 233 |
| 9 | For protection: to various gods | 235 |
| 10 | For defense from all quarters | 236 |
| 11 | ⌊Dialogue between⌋ Varuṇa and Atharvan | 236 |
| 12 | Āprī-hymn: to various divinities | 239 |
| 13 | Against snakes' poison | 242 |
| 14 | Against witchcraft: with a plant | 244 |
| 15 | For exorcism: to a plant | 246 |
| 16 | Exorcism | 247 |
| 17 | The Brahman's wife | 247 |
| 18 | The Brahman's cow | 250 |
| 19 | The Brahman's cow | 252 |
| 20 | To the war-drum | 254 |
| 21 | To the war-drum | 257 |
| 22 | Against fever (takmán) | 259 |
| 23 | Against worms | 261 |
| 24 | To various gods as overlords | 263 |
| 25 | For successful conception | 265 |
| 26 | Accompanying a sacrifice | 267 |
| 27 | Āprī-hymn: to various divinities | 269 |
| 28 | With an amulet of three metals: for safety etc | 272 |
| 29 | To Agni: against demons | 274 |
| 30 | To lengthen out some one's life | 276 |
| 31 | Against witchcraft | 278 |
# Atharva-Veda Samhita/Book V/Hymn 15

15. For exorcism: to a plant.
[Viçvāmitra.—ekādaçakam. vānasfatyam. ānuṣṭubham: 4. purastādbṛhatī; 5, 7, 8, 9. bhurij.]
Found also in Pāipp. viii. Used by Kāuç. (19. 1), with several other hymns, for the healing of distempered cattle; and its verses and those of hymn 16 are referred to as madhulāvṛṣalin̄gāḥ again in 29. 15, following the use of hymn 13.
Translated: Griffith, i. 211; Weber, xviii. 220.
1. Both one of me and ten of me [are] the exorcisers (apavaktár), O herb; thou born of right (ṛtá), thou rich in right, mayest thou, honeyed (madhulā́), make honey for me.
Ppp. omits throughout the second me in a, and reads for d madhu tvā madhulā karat. The Anukr. says madhulām oṣadhīm astāut.
2. Both two of me and twenty of me [are] etc. etc.
3. Both three of me and thirty of me [are] etc. etc.
4. Both four of me and forty of me [are] etc. etc.
5. Both five of me and fifty of me [are] etc. etc.
O.D. accent páñca; the rest, against the usual way, pañcá, and our edition follows the latter.
6. Both six of me and sixty of me [are] etc. etc.
This verse ought to be reckoned by the Anukr. as nicṛt, not less than 5 etc. as bhurij.
7. Both seven of me and seventy of me [are] etc. etc.
8. Both eight of me and eighty of me [are] etc. etc.
The reckoning of this verse as bhurij implies the (improper) restoration of the elided a of açītís.
​ 9. Both nine of me and ninety of me [are] etc. etc.
10. Both ten of me and a hundred of me [are] etc. etc.
11. Both a hundred of me and a thousand [are] the exorcisers, O herb; etc. etc.
Without any regard to the connection between this hymn and the next, the third anuvāka is made to end here, containing 5 hymns and 57 verses; the quoted Anukr. says accordingly tisṛbhis tṛtīyaḥ.
Here ends also the eleventh prapāṭhaka.
# Boar's Head Carol

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"The 'Boar's Head Carol' is a macaronic 15th century English Christmas carol that describes the ancient tradition of sacrificing a boar and presenting its head at a Yuletide feast. Of the several extant versions of the carol, the one most usually performed today is based on a version published in 1521 in Wynkyn de Worde's Christmasse Carolles."Warning: template has been deprecated.
* "A Caroll Bringyng in the Bores Heed," in Christmas Carols, Ancient and Modern, (ed.) by William Sandys (1833).
* "The Boar's Head Carol," in Our American Holidays - Christmas, (ed.) by Robert Haven Schauffler (1949).
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# Board County Comissioners of the County of Cherokee v. Wilson

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United States Supreme Court
109 U.S. 621
Board County Comissioners of the County of Cherokee v. Wilson
Wallace Pratt, for plaintiff in error.
Jas. S. Botsford and Jos. Shippen, for defendant in error.
WAITE, C. J.

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# Ben King's Verse/De Clouds Am Gwine Ter Pass

De wedder's mighty waum,  An' I gase it's gwine ter staum, Doan yo' see de swaller flyin' to de thatch?  Black clouds a-sweepin' by,  Jes' a-skimmin' long de sky, Dar's a -hustlin' in de huckleberry patch.
 Dar's Zeke and Hezekiah,  Jane Ann an' ole Maria, Mighty skeery when dey see de lightnin' flash.  How dey hustle to de cabbin,  Whar ole Dinah am a-blabbin' An de hoe cake am a-bakin' in de ash.
 I tole yo' kase I know,  Jes' what make it thundah so, Dat's de way Gord shake de rain out ob de sky;  An' when yo' hyar de soun'  Like a shubbin' tables roun' Yo' can see de pigs a-runnin' to de sty.
 But de clouds am gwine ter pass,  An' de sun shine out at las', While de pickaninnies play aroun' de do';  An' froo de windah blinds,  Hid by mornin' glory vines, Hit's er gwine to flicker down upon de flo'.
 Gord moves in many a way,  So de ole Bible say, Fo' He counts de drops and all de grains ob san';  An' when de darkness falls  'Pon dese hyar cabin walls Hit am jes' de break ob day in uddah lands.
Den hurry, chillun, hustle while you may, Kase yo' know dar's gwine ter come a rainy day.  But de gloomerin' will pass,  An' de sun shine out at las', An' de darkies' clouds ob sorrer pass away.
# Ben King's Verse/De Eyarfquake

De eyarfquake a-shakin'
 Jes' a short time ago
Was Belzabub a-pullin'
 Out de clinkers down below.
So yo' bettah drap yo' sinnin',
Kase ol' Satan he 's a-grinnin',
Bime-by de big saxafhone
 Am shuahly gwine to blow.
Cose yo's laffin now,
 Bekase it's mighty still.
Bime-by she gwine ter shake
 Wid a pow'ful heavy chill;
An' de ole bell in de towah
'S gwine to fall down wid de powah,
An' de millstones go dancin'
 Roun' de bottom ob de mill.
Some day dar's gwine ter open
 De bigges' kin' ob crack,
An' dis hyar coon's a-hopin'
 Dat de Lord won't hol' yo' back,
'Speshly Jaspah Jones McClellan,
'Yo's de one I'se bin a-tellin'
'But de use of bad profanity
 An' also plug terbac.
'Fore de debbil shake
 De furnace down agin,
Yo' bettah ask de Lord
 To rid yo' ob yo' sin,
Kase when Satan wants some fuel
To warm up his brimstone gruel
He'11 ope de furnace do'
 An' de draf'll suck yo' in.
Doan be loafin' now
An' shootin' craps aroun';
Yo' bettah be a-tryin' on
 De white probashion gown;
Fus' yo' know all ob a sudden
Mos' yo' coons'll take to scuddin'
An' dose cushun feet
Dey'll nevah tech de groun'.
# Ben King's Verse/De Spring-house

Down to de spring-house am whar I long to wandah—
De ole do' a-creakin' as hit swings to en fro,
Down to de spring-house standin' ovah yondah,
Standin' ovah yondah in de long time ago.
Down by de spring-house de lilacs am a-bloomin';
Hollyhocks a-noddin' an' honeysuckles thick.
Down by de spring-house I listen to de lowin',
An' reckon de ole brindle cow am wadin' up de creek.
Down by de spring-house once again I'm walkin';
Yellah cream 'pon de shef, kain't let it be.
Down in de spring-house no use in talkin'—
Col' greens an' hog-jole's good enuff fo' me.
Down to de spring-house missus comes a-callin',
Ol' hound's a-bahkin an' massa 'gins ter shout.
Down in de spring-house what a caterwaulin'—
Jais sort a-waitin' fo' de niggah to come out.
Down by de spring-house blackbirds eat de cherry,
Wasp suck de honeysuckle, clovah feed de bee.
Down in de spring-house niggah nevah worry—
Down in de spring-house am good enuff fo' me.
# Ben King's Verse/De Sun's Comin' Back

Hush! chillun, hush!  Kase de sun's done come back agin, Back agin a-shinin' on de ole cypress tree;  Hush! chillun, hush!  Hit shuahly am a fac' agin,  De sun's done come back agin, Back agin to me.
 Hush! chillun, hush!  Foh de sun's done come back agin, Pushin' yaller glory roun' in ebbery spot it finds,  Dancin' on de cradle  An' old Chloe wid de ladle,  An' coaxin' out de blossoms on De honeysuckly vines.
 Hush! chillun, hush!  Kase de sof' winds come back agin, Back agin, a-bringin' all de glory ob de spring;  My heart's jes' a-throbbin'  For off yondah is de robin,  An' de blackbird am a-cluckin' An' I 'low I heerd 'im sing.
 Hush! chillun, hush!  Kase de sun's done come back agin, Bringin' back de fac' agin I'se gittin' mighty old;  I often sit and pondah,  An' I wondah, an' I wondah,  How many times it's comin' back Befo' I reach de fold.
# Ben King's Verse/De Blackbird Fetched De Spring

But he notice dat de yellerin'  Was a-comin' on de leabes, An' de win was so't o' whinin', too,  Jes' like a dog day grebes, An' wid nuffin' in de cherry tree,  Exceptin' wintah's bref, One day in fall he 'lowed he'd go  En jes' skip out himself.
Hi kain't persarsely blame 'im.  Kase I'd went ef I was him; 'Low he knew de wintah wedder  Would done freeze 'im to de limb, Kase he couldn't ha'dly navigate,  Er couln't cluck er sing, En so he said: "Good-bye, ole man,  I'se comin' back in spring."
Dis mohnin', honey, 'deed I heerd,  When ebberyt'ing was calm, A song dat tetched mah po' ole heart  Like oil of gladdest balm. An' who should I see settin' dar  Upon de ole hay rack, But mah blackbird, shuah, mah blackbird,  An' 'e said, "I'se jes' got back."
Den he opened up his warble,  When de gentle winds so soft Came dancin' from de hill-tops dar,  An' o'er de meddah croft. An' down hyar by mah cabin do'  He sang an' flashed his wing, An' I praised de Lo'd of glory,  Kase my blackbird fetched de spring.
# Ben King's Verse/De Bugle On De Hill

It is an interesting fact to note that this is the first poem by a Chicago author to be printed in "The Century Magazine."
I doan like de noise ob de marchin' ob de boys,  An' I 'low doan s'pose I evah will; Er de trampin' ob de feet to de drum's wild beat,  Er de sound ob de bugle on de hill. Hit 'minds me ob de day when Gabe marched away  En ole missus stood beside de cabin do'; Somepin' whispahed in my ear 'bout my little vol-  unteer,  An' said he nevah will come back no mo'.
I 'membah now de day jes' how he marched away,  Wid de bright sun er climbin' up de sky, Marched out en down de street to de drum's wild  beat,  Den dey fotched him home to die. Oh, de sad en moanful way, po' old missus kneeled  ter pray,  When Gabe said: "Hit's gittin' mighty still." But I rise en jine de boys when I hear de cannon's  noise,  Er de blowin' ob de bugle on de hill.
Hit 'pears es if I seen de ole plantation green,  En sometimes I sho'ly think I hear De regiment pars by, en 'low I hear de cry  En de moan ob my little volunteer. En I see de moanful way po' ole missus kneel to pray,  En sometimes when all aroun' is still, I kin hear de tread ob feet to de drum's wild beat  En de blowin' ob de bugle on de hill.
Dar's a spot mighty dear to dis ole darky here,  Whar de sunlight is peepin' froo de palms, Wid his hands 'pon his breast, dar my soldier's gone  to rest,  Jes' peacefully er sleepin' in de calms. En de drum's wild beat er de tread ob marchin' feet  No mo' kain't disturb 'im now until De Lord gibs command, den I know he'll rise en  stand  At de sound ob de bugle on de hill.
# Ben King's Verse/De Good Ship

I'se bin watchin' long fer de Good Ship,  De Good Ship de Lo'd sent ter me; An' it 'pears dat hit's had a long voyage  Crossin' life's troublesome sea.
I'se sepected it 'long in de moh'nin',  When nary a sail was in sight, An' I'se looked fer it 'long about noonday,  'N watched fer it way in de night.
Till I cast my eye ovah de boun'less  Ole ocean, an' what did I see? Off der in de hush ob de distance  De Good Ship a-comin' to me.
So I laid my haid down on my pillow,  Fo'gettin' life's worry an' sin; An' when I awoke in de moh'nin',  My Good Ship had done got in.
# Ben King's Verse/De Ribber Ob Life

I dreamt dat I saw de ribber ob life  Dat flows to de Jaspah Sea. De angels war wadin' to an' fro,  But none ob 'em spoke to me. Some dipped dere winds in de silb'ry tide; Some war alone an' some side by side. Nary a one dat I knew could I see  In dat ribber ob life,  De ribber ob life  Dat flows to de Jaspah Sea.
De ribber was wide, dat ribber ob life;  De bottom I plainly could see. De stones layin' dar was whiter dan snow;  De sands looked like gold to me. De angels kep' wadin' to an' fro; Whar did dey com from? Whar did dey go? None ob 'em sinnahs like me, I kno',  In dat ribber ob life,  De ribber ob life  Dat flows to de Jaspah Sea.
De watah was clear as de "well by de gate,"  Whar Jesus de light frist see. De sofes' ob music f'om angel bands Come ober dat ribber ob golden sands,  Come ober dat ribber to me. An' den I saw de clouds break away, Revealin' de pearly gates ob day, De beautiful day dat nebber shall cease, Where all is joy, an' lub, an' peace. An' ovah dem gates was written so clear: "Peace to all who entah here." De angels was gedderin' 'roun' de frone, De gates done closed, I was lef' alone, Alone on de banks ob a darkenin' stream, But when I awoke I foun' 'twas a dream.
I'se gwine to ford dat ribber ob life  An' see de eternal day. I'se gwine to hear dem heaven'y bands, An' feel de tech ob ole-time hands  Dat long hab passed away. Dar's crowns ob glory for all, I'm told, An' lubly harps wid strings ob gold. An' I know ef dar's peace beyond dat sea, Wid res' fo' de weary, dar 's res' for' me-- Beyond dat ribber, dat ribber ob life,  Dat flows to de Jaspah Sea.
# Ben King's Verse/Didn't We, Jim?

Yes, sir; we lived home till our mother died,
An' I'd go a-walkin' with Jim, cause he cried,
Till night time 'ud come, 'nd we'd go up to bed
An' bofe say the prayers 'at she taught us ter said—
 Didn't we, Jim?
An' pa 'ud stay late, an' we uster call,
'Cause we thought we heard 'im downstairs in the hall:
An' when he come home once he fell on the floor,
An' we run'd an' hid behind ma's bedroom door—
 Didn't we, Jim?
She told us, our ma did, when she's sick in bed,
An' out of the Bible some verses read,
To never touch wine, and some more I can't think;
But the last words she said was never to drink—
 Didn't she, Jim?
But our other ma, what our pa brought home there,
She whipped little Jim 'cause he stood on a chair
An' kissed our ma's picture that hung on the wall,
An' struck me fer not doin' nothin' at all—
 Didn't she Jim?
She said 'at we never had no bringin' up,
An' stayed 'round the house an' eat everything up,
An' said 'at we couldn't have no more to eat,
An' all 'at we's fit for was out in the street—
 Didn't she, Jim?
We said 'at we hated her, didn't we, Jim?
But our pa—well, we didn't say nothin' ter him,
But just took ma's picture and bofe run'd away;
An' that's what Jim's cryin' 'bout out here to-day—
 Didn't we, ain't it, Jim?
Mister, don't feel bad—'cause Jim's cryin'—too;
Fer we're goin' ter hunt an' git somethin' ter do; 'Cause our ma 'at died said ter work an' ter pray,
An' we'd all be together in glory some day—
 Didn't she, Jim?
# Ben King's Verse/De Circus Turkey

He's de worst I evah see,
 Dat old turkey up 'n de tree,
I bin pesta'n him 'n punchin' him saince mohnin'.
 I nev' saince I was bo'n
 See de way he do stick on,
En he 'pears to look down at me 's if he scornin'.
 He doesn't seem to 'pear
 Ter hab a bit ob fear,
Kase I'se wasted all mah strength 'n bref upon 'im.
 It may be he 's in fun,
 But I'llo scah 'im wid dis gun,
I'se boun' ter git 'im down some way, dog on 'im.
 I'se fro'd mos' all de sticks
 In de yard, 'n all de bricks;
Ef yo' was me whut under d' sun 'ud yo' do?
 He doesn't seem ter change,  'N' 'pears ter act so strange,
I'd clar he mus' be pestah'd wid a hoodoo.
 I tale yo' hit's er fac'
 I nearly broke mah back
Er histin' shoes 'n brickbats up dar to 'im  Pon dis Tanksgibbin' day.
 I hate ter shoot, but say—
I bleebe a gun's de only thing'll do 'im.
 I 'low I'll make 'im think
 He kaint gib me de wink
An' sait upon dat limb en be secuah.
 Biff!—! Bang!—! I'll make 'im sing;
 Mah goodness, watch 'im swing.
W'y he 's a reg'lah circus turkey, suah.
   Hi see de hull thing now—
 Dat Rasmus boy, I 'low, Has done gone tied 'is feet up dar wid strings.
 No wondah dat he tried
 Ter come off; he was tied
'N' all what he could do was flap 'is wings.
 Come hyar, yo' Rasmus, quick, sah!
 I'se min' ter use dis stick, sah!
Come hyar, from ovah dar, from whar yo' stood.
 I 'low I ought to lay yo'
 Down on dat groun' en flay yo' I'se tempted mos' ter use as stick o' wood.
 Yo' kaint go de meetin',
 An' w'en it comes ter eatin'
Yo' mudder sais yo' kaint come to de table.
 I bet yo'11 sing er tune,
 Kase all dis aftahnoon
We's 'cided dat we'11 lock yo' in de stable.
 Yo' kaint hab none de white meat,
 An' yo' kaint hab none de brown meat,
An' yo' jes' hearn whut yer po' ole mudder sade;
 Yo' kaint hab none de stuffin'
 Er de cranber' sauce er nuffin',
An' 'cisely at six o'clock yo' go ter baid.
# Betty Gordon at Boarding School

Fourth book in the Betty Gordon series.
Betty Gordon at Boarding School
OR
The Treasure of Indian Chasm
BY
ALICE B. EMERSON
Author of "Betty Gordon at Bramble Farm," "Betty Gordon in the Land of Oil," "The Ruth Fielding Series," Etc
ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY PUBLISHERS
THIS IS BETTY GORDON," SAID THE LOYAL BOBBY, INDICATING HER CHUM. "Betty Gordon at Boarding School."Page 87
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