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# Stewart v. United States (366 U.S. 1)

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## Dissenting Opinion

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United States Supreme Court
366 U.S. 1
Stewart v. United States (366 U.S. 1)
Argued: Feb. 21, 1961. --- Decided: April 24, 1961
Mr. Edward L. Carey, Washington, D.C., for petitioner.
Mr. Carl W. Belcher, Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice BLACK delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Stewart v. United States (58 U.S. 116)

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United States Supreme Court
58 U.S. 116
Stewart v. United States

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# Stewart v. Washington Alaska Steamship Company

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United States Supreme Court
187 U.S. 466
Stewart v. Washington Alaska Steamship Company
Argued: December 8, 1902. --- Decided: January 5, 1903
Messrs. S. M. Stockslager, George C. Heard, John R. Winn, and John G. Heid for appellant.
Solicitor General Richards and Assistant Attorney General Beck for the United States.
No Counsel for appellees.
Mr. Justice Brewer delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Stewart v. United States (316 U.S. 354)

United States Supreme Court
316 U.S. 354
Stewart v. United States (316 U.S. 354)
Argued: April 27, 28, 1942. --- Decided: May 25, 1942
Messrs. Robert L. Lipman, Allan P. Matthew, J. M. Mannon, Jr., and A. Crawford Greene, all of San Francisco, Cal., for petitioners.
Mr. Richard H. Demuth, of Washington, D.C., for respondent.
Mr. Justice ROBERTS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Sklar v. Commissioner of Internal Revenue

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* Court Documents
* Opinion of the Court
* Concurring Opinion Silverman
282 F.3d 610
Michael SKLAR; Marla Sklar, Petitioners-Appellants,
v.
COMMISSIONER OF INTERNAL REVENUE, Respondent-Appellee.
No. 00-70753.
United States Court of Appeals
Ninth Circuit
Argued and Submitted September 7, 2001.
Filed January 29, 2002.
Amended February 27, 2002.
* Jeffrey I. Zuckerman, Curtis, Mallet-Prevost, Colt & Mosle, Washington, DC, for the appellants.
* Thomas J. Sawyer, Attorney, Tax Division, Department of Justice, Washington, DC, for the appellee.
* David Zwiebel, New York, NY, for amicus curiae Agudath Israel of America, in support of the appellants.
* Appeal from the United States Tax Court. Tax Ct. No. 1556-97.
* Before PREGERSON, REINHARDT and SILVERMAN, Circuit Judges.
* Opinion by Judge REINHARDT; Concurrence by Judge SILVERMAN
* AMENDED OPINION
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# Skull-Face/Chapter 1

First published in the pulp magazine Weird Tales, October-December 1929.
The horror first took concrete form amid that most unconcrete of all things--a hashish dream. I was off on a timeless, spaceless journey through the strange lands that belong to this state of being, a million miles away from earth and all things earthly; yet I became cognizant that something was reaching across the unknown voids--something that tore ruthlessly at the separating curtains of my illusions and intruded itself into my visions.
I did not exactly return to ordinary waking life, yet I was conscious of a seeing and a recognizing that was unpleasant and seemed out of keeping with the dream I was at that time enjoying. To one who has never known the delights of hashish, my explanation must seem chaotic and impossible. Still, I was aware of a rending of mists and then the Face intruded itself into my sight. I thought at first it was merely a skull; then I saw that it was a hideous yellow instead of white, and was endowed with some horrid form of life. Eyes glimmered deep in the sockets and the jaws moved as if in speech. The body, except for the high, thin shoulders, was vague and indistinct, but the hands, which floated in the mists before and below the skull, were horribly vivid and filled me with crawling fears. They were like the hands of a mummy, long, lean and yellow, with knobby joints and cruel curving talons.
Then, to complete the vague horror which was swiftly taking possession of me, a voice spoke--imagine a man so long dead that his vocal organ had grown rusty and unaccustomed to speech. This was the thought which struck me and made my flesh crawl as I listened.
"A strong brute and one who might be useful somehow. See that he is given all the hashish he requires."
Then the face began to recede, even as I sensed that I was the subject of conversation, and the mists billowed and began to close again. Yet for a single instant a scene stood out with startling clarity. I gasped--or sought to. For over the high, strange shoulder of the apparition another face stood out clearly for an instant, as if the owner peered at me. Red lips, half-parted, long dark eyelashes, shading vivid eyes, a shimmery cloud of hair. Over the shoulder of Horror, breathtaking beauty for an instant looked at me.
# Skull-Face

First published in the pulp magazine Weird Tales, October-December 1929.

## Contents

* The Face in the Mist
* The Hashish Slave
* The Master of Doom
* The Spider and the Fly
* The Man on the Couch
* The Dream Girl
* The Man of the Skull
* Black Wisdom
* Kathulos of Egypt
* The Dark House
* Four Thirty-Four
* The Stroke of Five
* The Blind Beggar Who Rode
* The Black Empire
* The Mark of the Tulwar
* The Mummy Who Laughed
* The Dead Man from the Sea
* The Grip of the Scorpion
* Dark Fury
* Ancient Horror
* The Breaking of the Chain!
# Skull-Face/Chapter 13

First published in the pulp magazine Weird Tales, October-December 1929.
The cold gray dawn was stealing over the river as we stood in the deserted bar of the Temple of Dreams. Gordon was questioning the two men who had remained on guard outside the building while their unfortunate companion, went in to explore the tunnel.
"As soon as we heard the whistle, sir, Leary and Murken rushed the bar and broke into the opium room, while we waited here at the bar door according to orders. Right away several ragged dopers came tumbling out and we grabbed them. But no one else came out and we heard nothing from Leary and Murken; so we just waited until you came, sir."
"You saw nothing of a giant Negro, or of the Chinaman Yun Shatu?"
"No, sir. After a while the patrolmen arrived and we threw a cordon around the house, but no one was seen."
Gordon shrugged his shoulders; a few cursory questions had satisfied him that the captives were harmless addicts and he had them released.
"You are sure no one else came out?"
"Yes, sir--no, wait a moment. A wretched old blind beggar did come out, all rags and dirt and with a ragged girl leading him. We stopped him but didn't hold him--a wretch like that couldn't be harmful."
"No?" Gordon jerked out. "Which way did he go?"
"The girl led him down the street to the next block and then an automobile stopped and they got in and drove off, sir."
Gordon glared at him.
"The stupidity of the London detective has rightfully become an international jest," he said acidly. "No doubt it never occurred to you as being strange that a Limehouse beggar should ride about in his own automobile."
Then impatiently waving aside the man, who sought to speak further, he turned to me and I saw the lines of weariness beneath his eyes.
"Mr. Costigan, if you will come to my apartment we may be able to clear up some new things."
# Tales from the Fjeld/Pork and Honey

Pork and Honey
AT dawn the other day, when Bruin came tramping over the bog with a fat pig, Reynard sat up on a stone by the moorside.
"Good day, grandsire," said the fox; "what's that so nice that you have there?"
"Pork," said Bruin.
"Well, I have got a dainty bit too," said Reynard.
"What is that?" asked the bear.
"The biggest wild bee's comb I ever saw in my life," said Reynard.
"Indeed, you don't say so," said Bruin, who grinned and licked his lips. He thought it would be so nice to taste a little honey. At last he said, "Shall we swop our fare?"
"Nay, nay!" said Reynard, "I can't do that."
The end was that they made a bet, and agreed to name three trees. If the fox could say them off faster than the bear, he was to have leave to take one bite of the bacon; but if the bear could say them faster, he was to have leave to take one sup out of the comb. Greedy Bruin thought he was sure to sup out all the honey at one breath.
"Well," said Reynard, "it's all fair and right, no ​doubt, but all I say is, if I win, you shall be bound to tear off the bristles where I am to bite."
"Of course," said Bruin, "I'll help you, as you can't help yourself."
So they were to begin and name the trees.
"Fir, Scotch Fir, Spruce," growled out Bruin, for he was gruff in his tongue, that he was. But for all that he only named two trees, for Fir and Scotch Fir are both the same.
"Ash, Aspen, Oak," screamed Reynard, so that the wood rang again.
So he had won the wager, and down he ran and took the heart out of the pig at one bite, and was just running off with it. But Bruin was angry because he had taken the best bit out of the whole pig, and so he laid hold of his tail and held him fast.
"Stop a bit, stop a bit," he said, and was wild with rage.
"Never mind," said the fox, "it's all right; let me go, grandsire, and I'll give you a taste of my honey."
When Bruin heard that, he let go his hold, and away went Reynard after the honey.
"Here, on this honeycomb," said Reynard, "lies a leaf, and under this leaf is a hole, and that hole you are to suck."
As he said this he held up the comb under the bear's nose, took off the leaf, jumped up on a stone, and began to gibber and laugh, for there was neither honey nor honeycomb, but a wasp's nest, as big as a man's head, full of wasps, and out swarmed the wasps and settled on Bruin's head, and stung him in his eyes and ears, and mouth and snout. And he had such ​hard work to rid himself of them that he had no time to think of Reynard.
And that's why, ever since that day, Bruin is so afraid of wasps.
# Tales from the Fjeld/Reynard and Chanticleer

Reynard and Chanticleer
ONCE on a time there was a cock who stood on a dung-heap and crew and flapped his wings. Then the fox came by.
"Good day," said Reynard. "I heard you crowing so nicely; but can you stand on one leg and crow, and wink your eyes?"
"Oh, yes," said Chanticleer, "I can do that very well." So he stood on one leg and crew; but he winked only with one eye, and when he had done that he made himself big and flapped his wings, as though he had done a great thing.
"Very pretty, to be sure," said Reynard. "Almost as pretty as when the parson preaches in church; but can you stand on one leg and wink both your eyes at once? I hardly think you can."
"Can't I, though!" said Chanticleer, and stood on one leg, and winked both his eyes, and crew. But ​Reynard caught hold of him, took him by the throat, and threw him over his back, so that he was off to the wood before he had crowed his crow out, as fast as Reynard could lay legs to the ground.
When they had come under an old spruce fir, Reynard threw Chanticleer on the ground, and set his paw on his breast, and was going to take a bite!
"You are a heathen, Reynard!" said Chanticleer. "Good Christians say grace, and ask a blessing before they eat."
But Reynard would be no heathen. God forbid it! So he let go his hold, and was about to fold his paws over his breast and say grace—but pop! up flew Chanticleer into a tree.
"You shan't get off for all that," said Reynard to himself. So he went away, and came again with a few chips which the woodcutters had left. Chanticleer peeped and peered to see what they could be.
"Whatever have you got there?" he asked.
"These are letters I have just got," said Reynard; "won't you help me to read them, for I don't know how to read writing?"
"I'd be so happy, but I dare not read them now," said Chanticleer, "for here comes a hunter; ​I see him, I see him, as I sit by the tree trunk."
When Reynard heard Chanticleer chattering about a hunter, he took to his heels as quick as he could.
This time it was Reynard who was made game of.
# Tales from the Fjeld/Reynard wants to Taste Horse-flesh

Reynard wants to Taste Horse-flesh
ONE day as Bruin lay by a horse which he had slain, and was hard at work eating it, Reynard was out that day too, and came up spying about and licking his lips, if he might get a taste of the horse-flesh. So he doubled and turned till he got just behind Bruin's back, and then he jumped on the other side of the carcass and snapped a mouthful as he ran by. Bruin was not slow either, for he made a grab at Reynard and caught the tip of his red brush in his paw; and ever since then Reynard's brush is white at the tip, as any one may see.
But that day Bruin was merry, and called out—
"Bide a bit, Reynard; and come hither, and I'll tell you how to catch a horse for yourself."
Yes, Reynard was ready enough to learn, but he did not for all that trust himself to go very close to Bruin.
"Listen," said Bruin, "when you see a horse asleep, sunning himself in the sunshine, you must mind and bind yourself fast by the hair of his tail to your brush, and then you must make your teeth meet in the flesh of his thigh."
As you may fancy, it was not long before Reynard ​found out a horse that lay asleep in the sunshine, and then he did as Bruin had told him; for he knotted and bound himself well into the hair of his tail, and made his teeth meet in the horse's thigh.
Up sprang the horse, and began to kick and rear and gallop, so that Reynard was dashed against stock and stone, and got battered black and blue, so that he was not far off losing both wit and sense. And while the horse galloped, they passed Jack Longears, the hare.
"Whither away so fast, Reynard?" cried Jack Longears.
"Post-haste, on business of life and death, dear Jack," cried Reynard.
And with that Jack stood up on his hind-legs, and laughed till his sides ached and his jaws split right up to his ears. It was so funny to see Reynard ride post-haste.
But you must know, since that ride Reynard has never thought of catching a horse for himself. For that once at least it was Bruin who had the best of it in wit, though they do say he is most often as simple-minded as the Trolls.
# Southern Pacific Company v. California (162 U.S. 167)

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United States Supreme Court
162 U.S. 167
Southern Pacific Company v. California
J. Hubley Ashton, for plaintiff in error.
J. P. Langhorne and J. H. Miller, for the People of State of California.
Mr. Chief Justice FULLER delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Southern Pacific Company v. Darnelltaenzer Lumber Company

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United States Supreme Court
245 U.S. 531
Southern Pacific Company v. Darnelltaenzer Lumber Company
Argued: Jan. 8 and 9, 1918. --- Decided: Jan 21, 1918
[Syllabus from 531-532 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Charles N. Burch and H. D. Minor, both of Memphis, Tenn., for plaintiffs in error.
Messrs. Francis B. James, of Washington, D. C., and Allen Hughes, of Memphis, Tenn., for defendants in error.
Mr. Justice HOLMES delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Southern Pacific Company v. Campbell

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United States Supreme Court
230 U.S. 537
Southern Pacific Company v. Campbell
Argued: April 9, 1912. --- Decided: June 16, 1913
Messrs. Maxwell Evarts, William F. Herrin, William D. Fenton, and James E. Fenton for appellants.
Messrs. Joseph N. Teal and Clyde B. Aitchison, and Mr. A. M. Crawford, Attorney General of Oregon, for appellees.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 538-547 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Hughes delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Southern Pacific Company v. California (118 U.S. 109)

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United States Supreme Court
118 U.S. 109
Southern Pacific Company v. California
Argued: April 26, 1886. ---
Geo. H. Smith and S. W. Sanderson, for plaintiff in error.
R. M. Widney, for defendant in error.
WAITE, C. J.

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# Stories of the Sea

Stories of the Sea
"Books that you may carry to the fire, and hold readily in your hand, are the most useful after all"
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STORIES OF THE SEA
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STORIES FROM SCRIBNER
STORIES OF THE SEA
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1893
Copyright, 1893, by Charles Scribner's Sons
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STORIES OF THE SEA
The Port of Missing Ships
BY JOHN R. SPEARS
The Fate of the Georgiana
BY MARIA BLUNT
Captain Black
BY CHARLES E. CARRYL
The Last Slave Ship
BY GEORGE HOWE, M.D.
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# Songs of Innocence and of Experience (1826)/Songs of Innocence/A Cradle Song

A CRADLE SONG
Sweet dreams form a shade O'er my lovely infants head, Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy silent moony beams.
Sweet sleep with soft down, Weave thy brows an infant crown. Sweet sleep, Angel mild, Hover o'er my happy child.
Sweet smiles in the night, Hover over my delight, Sweet smiles Mothers smiles All the livelong night beguiles.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs, Chase not slumber from thy eyes. Sweet moans, sweeter smiles, All the dovelike moans beguiles.
Sleep sleep happy child, All creation slept and smil'd, Sleep sleep, happy sleep, While o'er thee thy mother weep
Sweet babe in thy face, Holy image I can trace. Sweet babe once like thee, Thy maker lay and wept for me
​Wept for me for thee for all, When he was an infant small. Thou his image ever see, Heavenly face that smiles on thee.
Smiles on thee on me on all, Who became an infant small, Infant smiles are his own smiles, Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.
# Songs of Innocence and of Experience (1826)/Songs of Innocence/Holy Thursday

HOLY THURSDAY
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean The children walking two & two in red & blue & green Grey-headed beadles walkd before with wands as white as snow Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow
O what a multitude they seemd these flowers of London town Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands
Now like a mighty wind they raise to Heaven the voice of song Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor Then cherish pity lest you drive an angel from your door
# Songs of Innocence and of Experience (1826)/Songs of Innocence/Infant Joy

Infant Joy
I have no name I am but two days old,— What shall I call thee? I happy am Joy is my name,— Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy! Sweet joy but two days old, Sweet joy I call thee: Thou dost smile, I sing the while Sweet joy befall thee.
# Songs of Innocence and of Experience (1826)/Songs of Innocence/A Dream

A Dream
Once a dream did weave a shade, O'er my Angel-guarded bed, That an Emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay.
Troubled wilderd and forlorn Dark benighted travel-worn, Over many a tangled spray, All heart-broke I heard her say,
O my children! do they cry, Do they hear their father sigh, Now they look abroad to see, Now return and weep for me.
Pitying I drop'd a tear; But I saw a glow-worm near: Who replied, What wailing wight, Calls the watchman of the night.
I am set to light the ground, While the beetle goes his round: Follow now the beetles hum, Little wanderer hie thee home.
# Songs of Innocence and of Experience (1826)/Songs of Innocence/Laughing Song

Laughing Song,
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy And the dimpling stream runs laughing by, When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
When the meadows laugh with lively green And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene, When Mary and Susan and Emily, With their sweet round mouths sing Ha, Ha, He.
When the painted birds laugh in the shade Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread Come live & be merry and join with me, To sing the sweet chorus of Ha, Ha, He.
# Songs of Innocence and of Experience (1826)/Songs of Innocence/Night

Night
The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine, The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine, The moon like a flower, In heavens high bower; With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night.
Farewell green fields and happy groves, Where flocks have took delight; Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves The feet of angels bright; Unseen they pour blessing, And joy without ceasing, On each bud and blossom, And each sleeping bosom.
They look in every thoughtless nest, Where birds are covered warm; They visit caves of every beast, To keep them all from harm; If they see any weeping, That should have been sleeping, They pour sleep on their head And sit down by their bed.
​When wolves and tygers howl for prey They pitying stand and weep; Seeking to drive their thirst away, And keep them from the sheep. But if they rush dreadful; The angels most heedful, Receive each mild spirit, New worlds to inherit.
And there the lions ruddy eyes, Shall flow with tears of gold; And pitying the tender cries, And walking round the fold; Saying: wrath by his meekness And by his health, sickness, Is driven away, From our immortal day.
And now beside thee bleating lamb, I can lie down and sleep; Or think on him who bore thy name Graze after thee and weep. For wash'd in lifes river, My bright mane for ever, Shall shine like the gold As I guard o'er the fold
# Songs of Innocence and of Experience (1826)/Songs of Innocence/Spring

Spring
Sound the Flute! Now it's mute. Birds delight Day and Night. Nightingale In the dale Lark in Sky Merrily Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year.
Little Boy Full of joy, ​Little Girl Sweet and small, Cock does crow So do you, Merry voice Infant noise Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year
Little Lamb Here I am Come and lick My white neck, Let me pull Your soft Wool, Let me kiss Your soft face, Merrily Merrily we welcome in the Year