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# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 1/The Falls at Cohoes

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THE FALLS AT COHOES
WHEN Occuna, a young Seneca, fell in love with a girl whose cabin was near the present town of Cohoes, he behaved very much as Americans of a later date have done. He picked wild flowers for her, he played on the bone pipe and sang sentimental songs in the twilight; he roamed the hills with her, gathering the loose quartz crystals that the Indians believed to be the tears of stricken deer, save on Diamond Rock, in Lansingburgh, where they are the tears of Moneta, a bereaved mother and wife; and in fine weather they went boating on the Mohawk above the rapids. They liked to drift idly on the current, because it gave them time to gaze into each other's eyes, and to build air castles that they would live in in the future. They were suddenly called to a realization of danger one evening, for the stream had been subtly drawing them on and on until it had them in its power. The stroke of the paddle failed and the air castles fell in dismal ruin. Sitting erect they began their death-song in this wise:
Occuna: "Daughter of a mighty warrior, the Manitou calls me hence. I hear the roaring of his voice; I see the lightning of his glance along the river; he walks in clouds and spray upon the waters."
The Maiden: "Thou art thyself a warrior, O Occuna. Hath not thine axe been often bathed in ​blood? Hath the deer ever escaped thine arrow or the beaver avoided thy chase Thou wilt not fear to go into the presence of Manitou."
Occuna: "Manitou, indeed, respects the strong. When I chose thee from the women of our tribe I promised that we should live and die together. The Thunderer calls us now. Welcome, O ghost of Oriska, chief of the invincible Senecas! A warrior and the daughter of a warrior come to join you in the feast of the blessed!"
The boat leaped over the falls, and Occuna, striking on the rocks below, was killed at once; but, as by a miracle, the girl fell clear of them and was whirled on the seething current to shoal water, where she made her escape. For his strength and his virtues the dead man was canonized. His tribe raised him above the regions of the moon, whence he looked down on the scenes of his youth with pleasure, and in times of war gave pleasant dreams and promises to his friends, while he confused the enemy with evil omens. Whenever his tribe passed the falls they halted and with brief ceremonials commemorated the death of Occuna.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 1/Francis Woolcott's Night-Riders

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FRANCIS WOOLCOTT'S NIGHT-RIDERS
IN Copake, New York, among the Berkshire Hills, less than a century ago, lived Francis Woolcott, a dark, tall man, with protruding teeth, whose sinister laugh used to give his neighbors a ​creep along their spines. He had no obvious trade or calling, but the farmers feared him so that he had no trouble in making levies: pork, flour, meal, cider, he could have what he chose for the asking, for had he not halted horses at the plow so that neither blows nor commands could move them for two hours? Had he not set farmer Raught's pigs to walking on their hind legs and trying to talk? When he shouted "Hup! hup! hup!" to farmer Williams's children, had they not leaped to the moulding of the parlor wainscot, a yard above the floor and only an inch wide, and walked around it, afterward skipping like birds from chair-back to chair-back, while the furniture stood as if nailed to the floor? And was he not the chief of thirteen night-riders, whose faces no man had seen, nor wanted to see, and whom he sent about the country on errands of mischief every night when the moon was growing old? As to moons, had he not found a mystic message from our satellite on Mount Riga, graven on a meteor?
Horses' tails were tied, hogs foamed at the mouth and walked like men, cows gave blood for milk. These night-riders met Woolcott in a grove of ash and chestnut trees, each furnished with a stolen bundle of oat straw, and these bundles Woolcott changed to black horses when the night had grown dark enough not to let the way of the change be seen. These horses could not cross streams of water, and on the stroke of midnight they fell to ​pieces and were oaten sheaves once more, but during their time of action they rushed through woods, bearing their riders safely, and tore like hurricanes across the fields, leaping bushes, fences, even trees, without effort. Never could traces be found of them the next day. At last the devil came to claim his own. Woolcott, who was ninety years old, lay sick and helpless in his cabin. Clergymen refused to see him, but two or three of his neighbors stifled their fears and went to the wizard's house to soothe his dying moments. With the night came storm, and with its outbreak the old man's face took on such a strange and horrible look that the watchers fell back in alarm. There was a burst of purple flame at the window, a frightful peal, a smell of sulphur, and Woolcott was dead. When the watchers went out the roads were dry, and none in the village had heard wind, rain, or thunder. It was the coming of the fiend.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 1/Polly's Lover

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POLLY'S LOVER
IN about the middle of this century a withered woman of ninety was buried from a now deserted house in White Plains, New York, Polly Carter the name of her, but "Crazy Polly" was what the neighbors called her, for she was eccentric and not fond of company. Among the belongings of her house was a tall clock, such as relic hunters prize, that ticked solemnly in a landing on the stairs. ​For a time, during the Revolution, the house stood within the British lines, and as her father was a colonel in Washington's army she was left almost alone in it. The British officers respected her sex, but they had an unpleasant way of running in unannounced and demanding entertainment, in the king's name, which she felt forced to grant. One rainy afternoon the door was flung open, then locked on the inside, and she found herself in the arms of a stalwart, handsome lieutenant, who wore the blue. It was her cousin and fiancé. Their glad talk had not been going long when there came a rousing summons at the door. Three English officers were awaiting admittance.
Perhaps they had seen Lawrence Carter go into the house, and if caught he would be killed as a spy. He must be hidden, but in some place where they would not think of looking. The clock! That was the place. With a laugh and a kiss the young man submitted to be shut in this narrow quarter, and throwing his coat and hat behind some furniture the girl admitted the officers, who were wet and surly and demanded dinner. They tramped about the best room in their muddy boots, talking loudly, and in order to break the effect of the chill weather they passed the brandy bottle freely. Polly served them with a dinner as quickly as possible, for the wanted to get them out of the house, but they were in no mood to go, and the bottle passed so often that before the dinner was over they were ​noisy and tipsy and were using language that drove Polly from the room.
At last, to her relief, she heard them preparing to leave the house, but as they were about to go the senior officer, looking up at the landing, now dim in the paling light, said to one of the others, "See what time it is." The officer addressed, who happened to be the drunkest of the party, staggered up the stair and exclaimed, "The d———d thing's stopped." Then, as if he thought it a good joke, he added, "It'll never go again." Drawing his sabre he gave the clock a careless cut and ran the blade through the panel of the door; after this the three passed out. When their voices had died in distant brawling, Polly ran to release her lover. Something thick and dark was creeping from beneath the clock-case. With trembling fingers she pulled open the door, and Lawrence, her lover, fell heavily forward into her arms, dead. The officer was right: the clock never went again.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 1/The First Liberal Church

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THE FIRST LIBERAL CHURCH
IN 1770 the brig Hand-in-Hand went ashore at Good Luck, New Jersey. Among the passengers on board the vessel, that it would perhaps be wrong to call ill fated, was John Murray, founder of Universalism in America. He had left England in despair, for his wife and children were dead, and so broken was he in his power of thought and purpose that he felt as if he should never preach again. In fact, his rescue from the wreck was passive, on his part, and he suffered himself to be carried ashore, recking little whether he reached it or no. After ​he had been for half an hour or so on the soil of the new country, to which he had made his entrance in so unexpected a manner, he began to feel hungry, and set off afoot along the desolate beach. He came to a cabin where an old man stood in a doorway with a basket of fish beside him. "Will you sell me a fish?" asked Murray.
"No. The fish is all yours. I expected you."
"You do not know me."
"You are the man who is to tell us of God."
"I will never preach of Him again."
"I built that log church yonder. Don't say that you will not preach in it. Whenever a clergyman, Presbyterian, Methody, or Baptist, came here, I asked him to preach in my kitchen. I tried to get him to stay, but no he always had work elsewhere. Last night I saw the brig driven on the bar, and a voice said to me, 'In that ship is the man who will teach of God. Not the old God of terrors, but one of love and mercy. He has come through great sorrow to do this work.' I have made ready for you. Do not go away."
The minister felt a strange lifting in his heart. He fell on his knees before the little house and offered up a prayer. Long he staid in that place, preaching gentle doctrines and ministering to the men and women of that lonely village, and when the fisherman apostle, Thomas Potter, died he left the church to Murray, who, in turn, bequeathed it, "free, for the use of all Christian people."
# Rip Van Winkle

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# Jersey Journal/1931/Irish Fiddlers Play at Golden Wedding of James Langan

James Langan (1857-1941) in the The Jersey Journal on May 26, 1931.
Irish Fiddlers Play At Golden Wedding Of James Langan
Old Irish Tunes played by two Irish fiddlers lent added merriment to the celebration of the golden wedding anniversary of Mr. and Mrs. James Lagan, 172 Lexington Avenue, Saturday night at the home of their daughter, Mrs. Thomas Lynch, 174 Lexington Avenue. The rooms were decorated and varied entertainment was provided by the guests. Refreshments were served during the evening. Among those present were Mr. and Mrs. Owen Langan of Arlington, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Lynch, Mr. and Mrs. James Langan, Jr., Mrs. Catherine and Miss Catherine Langan, Mr. and Mrs. Manus Shields, Arlington; Mrs. Hannah Langan, Mrs. Ellen Langan, Miss Catherine Langan and Patrick Langan of Bayonne; Mr. and Mrs. Patrick Cosgrove, Paterson; Mrs. Harry Dugan, Burlington. John Dugan, Burlington; Mrs. Delia Gallagher and Miss Anna McHugh, of Bronxville, New York; Mrs. Boylan, Miss M. Boylan. Mr. and Mrs. John Pesh, Mrs. Joseph St. Pierre, Mrs. Arthur Eames, Mr. and Mrs. John Hopkins, Mr. and Mrs. James Lynch, Mrs. Thomas Doyle, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Moran, Mr. and Mrs. John Taylor, Miss Catherine Fallon, all of Jersey City. Mrs. Mary MacDonald, Miss Margaret Dugan, Miss Frances Dugan, of Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.
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# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Skinner, Charles Montgomery

​SKINNER, Charles Montgomery, author, was born in Victor, N.Y., March 13, 1852; son of Charles A. and Cornelia (Bartholomew) Skinner; grandson of Warren and Nancy (Farnworth) Skinner and of Oliver and Mary (Everett) Bartholomew, and a descendant of the Skinner and Bartholomew families that settled in New England about 1630. He removed to Cambridge, Mass., 1853, and to Hartford, Conn., 1866, attending the common schools of both places. He was married in 1876 to Ada, daughter of James and Harriet Blanchard, of Washington, D.C. In 1884 he became associated with the editorial staff of the Daily Eagle, Brooklyn, N.Y. He lectured on musical and geographical topics, and syndicated series of articles on labor conditions; the U.S. army; prison methods; and American communities. He is the author of: Myths and Legends of Our Own Land (1896); Nature in a City Yard (1897); With Feet to the Earth (1897); Villon, the Vagabond (1898), a drama played by his brother, Otis Skinner; Myths and Legends Beyond Our Borders (1898); Do-nothing Days (1899); Myths and Legends of Our New Possessions (1899), and Flowers in the Pave (1900).
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Hahn, Michael

​HAHN, Michael, governor of Louisiana, was born in Bavaria, Nov. 24, 1830. His widowed mother removed to America when he was a child, landing in New York, and after a few years there and in Texas settled in New Orleans. He was graduated at the New Orleans high school, and at the University of Louisiana LL.B. in 1851, his diploma admitting him to practice in all the courts of the state. He was elected school director in 1852, serving several years, and was president of the board for a time. He advocated the candidacy of Stephen A. Douglas for president in 1860, and canvassed the state, 1860–61, against secession. He acted under the Confederate government as a notary and when General Butler took military possession of New Orleans, he took the oath of allegiance to the United States and was elected a representative in the 37th congress, taking his seat in that body Feb. 17, 1863. On his return to New Orleans after March 3, 1863, ​he was made prize commissioner and advocated the reopening of the U.S. courts and in January, 1864, purchased and conducted the New Orleans True Delta in the interest of emancipation. He was elected and inaugurated the first free state governor of Louisiana March 4, 1864. and was recognized by the U.S. congress. He was appointed military governor by President Lincoln March 15, 1864. Henry F. Allen exercised authority as governor over the portions of the state under Confederate control, and Governor Hahn continued in office till January, 1865, when he was elected U.S. senator, and he resigned the governorship, but did not press his claim to a seat in the senate, and B. F. Flanders was appointed military governor. In 1867 Hahn became editor of the New Orleans Republican and was made administrator of the charity hospital of New Orleans. In 1871 he removed to a sugar plantation in St. Charles parish where he founded the village of Hahnville. He was a representative in the state legislature. 1872–76; superintendent of the U.S. mint at New Orleans, 1878; U.S. district judge, 1879–85, and representative from the second district in the 49th congress, 1885–86. He died in Washington, D.C., March 15, 1886.
# The Story of Jos. Francl

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Extracts of Joseph Francl's diary, published in series Bratrský Věstník (Fraternal Herald), volume 31, from March to July 1928
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# 2024 Hollister Tornado Finalized Report

The National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration’s National Centers for Environmental Information finalized report in the Storm Events Database for the 2024 Hollister tornado. This report was published on July 17, 2024, and includes the finalized damage survey (Event Narrative) and statistics for the tornado as well as a meteorological synopsis (Episode Narrative) for the day and storm.
Event Details: :
| Event | Tornado |
| -- Scale | EF1 |
| -- Length | 6.4 Miles |
| -- Width | 1200 Yards |
| State | OKLAHOMA |
| County/Area | TILLMAN |
| WFO | OUN |
| Report Source | NWS Storm Survey |
| NCEI Data Source | CSV |
| Begin Date | 2024-04-30 20:32 CST-6 |
| Begin Location | 3NE HOLLISTER |
| Begin Lat/Lon | 34.362/-98.832 |
| End Date | 2024-04-30 21:12 CST-6 |
| End Location | 5NE HOLLISTER |
| End Lat/Lon | 34.382/-98.801 |
| Deaths Direct/Indirect | 0/0 (fatality details below, when available...) |
| Injuries Direct/Indirect | 0/0 |
| Property Damage | 50.00K |
| Crop Damage | 0.00K |
| Episode Narrative | A rather nebulous upper air pattern existed across the Southern Plains on the 30th, with 30-40 knots of quasi-zonal flow at 500 mb. However, plentiful solar insolation/surface heating in the vicinity of a dryline fostered widely scattered thunderstorm development by the late afternoon. Strong instability and sufficient organizing wind shear lead to a few of these storms displaying supercellular characteristics and producing reports of large hail initially, owing to steep lapse rates and weak low-level shear (among other factors already mentioned). By the mid-evening, as low-level shear and storm-scale interactions began to increase, a few tornadoes occurred across portions of south-central into southwest Oklahoma. The most significant of these was an EF-1 tornado near the community of Hollister (Tillman County). |
| Event Narrative | This tornado was first observed by a storm chaser at 932 pm CDT and likely formed near County Road E1830 just east of County Road N2320. Over the next 40 minutes, the tornado meandered slowly eastward along E1830 Road then turned northeast reaching near N2360 Road and E1820 Road. The tornado then turned and moved west-northwest along EW1820 Road finally dissipating near N2340 Road. The tornado occurred in a very rural area of Tillman County, although two farm homes were damaged near the easternmost point of the tornado path. A few barns were also damaged, otherwise the damage was primarily to trees and a few power poles. Although the damage is rated as EF1, velocity data from the nearby KFDR radar gives strong indication that the tornado may have been much stronger than observed damage would indicate. The maximum observed rotational velocity from KFDR reached 114 knots. |
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# The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld/Volume 1/Epithalamium

EPITHALAMIUM.
{{block center| Virgin, brighter than the morning,
Haste and finish thy adorning!
Hymen claims his promised day,—
Come from thy chamber, come away!
Roses strew, and myrtles bring,
Till you drain the wasted Spring;—
The altars are already drest,
The bower is fitted for its guest,
The scattered rose begins to fade,—
Come away, reluctant maid!
See what a war of blushes breaks
O'er the pure whiteness of her cheeks; ​ The shifting colours prove by turns
The torch of Love unsteady burns.
Pleading now, now lingering, fainting,
Her soft heart with fear is panting;—
Cling not to thy mother so,
Thy mother smiles, and bids thee go.
Mind not what thy maidens say;
Though they chide the cruel day,
Though they weep, and strive to hold thee
From his arms that would enfold thee;
Kiss, and take a short farewell,—
They wish the chance to them befell.
Mighty Love demands his crown
Now for all his sufferings done;
For all Love's tears, for all his sighs,
Thyself must be the sacrifice.
Virgin, brighter than the day,
Haste from thy chamber, come away! }}
# United States v. Google/Findings of Fact/Section 3A

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​III. GOOGLE SEARCH
    A. Product Development
126. Google is widely recognized as the best GSE available in the United States. See, e.g., id. at 2586:1-2 (Cue) (Apple) (“Google still has the best search engine by far[.]”); DX547 at .002 (Mozilla) (“Google is the clear winner when it comes to product experience and what users want.”) (internal quotation marks omitted); Christensen Dep. Tr. at 146:19-23 (Motorola) (“We have a positive opinion about Google Search, as do most consumers I think. It’s—it’s fast. It’s reliable. It performs well for consumers’ intended purchase in our opinion.”); Giard Dep. Tr. at 33:2-3 (T-Mobile) (Google “provides customers with the best overall device experience[.]”); DX385 at 239 (AT&T) (“Google generates more query volume and monetizes search at higher rates than Bing and Yahoo[.]”); accord Tr. at 9429:3 (Rosenberg) (Google) (“[W]e think Search is best in class.”).
127. Although Google significantly outperforms all rivals on mobile devices, Bing’s search quality on desktop measures up to Google’s. See Tr. at 6048:12-15 (Whinston) (Bing’s quality “is very close on desktop” to Google); UPX238 at 667 (“Bing is comparable on desktop . . . and leads in several desktop verticals[.]”); UPX260 at 681 (Bing is comparable to Google for desktop result relevance and outperforms Google on desktop for overall preference).
128. Google’s superior product quality rests in part on its numerous innovations over the years, as depicted below. See Tr. at 9899:21–9900:6 (Murphy) (discussing DXD37 at 140).
​Google Has Made Continual Investments That Expand the Use of Search
DXD37 at 140.
129. “In analyzing potential changes to its Search product, Google considers the needs of users. Google recognizes that it exists in a competitive landscape and if it does not satisfy users’ information needs, users will access information from other search providers (general or otherwise). Google does not, however, consider whether users will go to other specific search providers (general or otherwise) if it introduces a change to its Search product.” UPX6019 at 365–66.