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# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/Were-Wolves of Detroit

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WERE-WOLVES OF DETROIT
LONG were the shores of Detroit vexed by the Snake God of Belle Isle and his children, the witches, for the latter sold enchantments and were the terror of good people. Jacques Morand, the coureur des bois, was in love with Genevieve Parent, but she disliked him and wished only to serve the church. Courting having proved of no avail, he resolved on force when she had decided to enter a convent, and he went to one of the witches, who ​served as devil's agent, to sell his soul. The witch accepted the slight commodity and paid for it with a grant of power to change from a man's form to that of a were-wolf, or loup garou, that he might the easier bear away his victim. Incautiously, he followed her to Grosse Pointe, where an image of the Virgin had been set up, and as Genevieve dropped at the feet of the statue to implore aid, the wolf, as he leaped to her side, was suddenly turned to stone.
Harder was the fate of another maiden, Archange Simonet, for she was seized by a were-wolf at this place and hurried away while dancing at her own wedding. The bridegroom devoted his life to the search for her, and finally lost his reason, but he prosecuted the hunt so vengefully and shrewdly that he always found assistance. One of the neighbors cut off the wolf's tail with a silver bullet, the appendage being for many years preserved by the Indians. The lover finally came upon the creature and chased it to the shore, where its footprint is still seen in one of the bowlders, but it leaped into the water and disappeared. In his crazy fancy the lover declared that it had jumped down the throat of a catfish, and that is why the French Canadians have a prejudice against catfish as an article of diet.
The man-wolf dared as much for gain as for love. On the night that Jean Chiquot got the Indians drunk and bore off their beaver-skins, the wood witches, known as "the white women," fell upon him and tore a part of his treasure from him, while ​a were-wolf pounced so hard on his back that he lost more. He drove the creatures to a little distance, but was glad to be safe inside of the fort again, though the officers laughed at him and called him a coward. When they went back over the route with him they were astonished to find the grass scorched where the women had fled before him, and little springs in the turf showed where they had been swallowed up. Sulphur-water was bubbling from the spot where the wolf dived into the earth when the trader's rosary fell out of his jacket. Belle Fontaine, the spot was called, long afterward.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/Table of Contents

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Contents of Volume II
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/Illustrations

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Illustrations Volume II
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/Tales of Puritan Land

"Tales of Puritan Land" continues from Myths and Legends of Our Own Land, Volume I.
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Tales of Puritan Land Continued
* Harry Main; the Treasure and the Cats
* The Wessaguscus Hanging
* Goody Cole
* General Moulton and the Devil
* The Skeleton in Armor
* Martha's Vineyard and Nantucket
* Love and Treason
* The Headless Skeleton of Swamptown
* The Crow and Cat of Hopkins Hill
* The Old Stone Mill
* Origin of a Name
* Micah Rood Apples
* A Dinner and its Consequences
* The New Haven Storm Ship
* The Windham Frogs
* The Lamb of Sacrifice
* Moodus Noises
* Haddam Enchantments
* Block Island and the Palatine
* The Buccaneer
* Robert Lockwood's Fate
* Love and Rum
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/Harry Main

A version of this tale appears in Samuel Adams Drake's New England Legends and Folk-Lore
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HARRY MAIN; THE TREASURE AND THE CATS
IPSWICH had a very Old Harry in the person of Harry Main, a dark-souled being, who, after a career of piracy, smuggling, blasphemy, and dissipation, became a wrecker, and lured vessels to destruction with false lights. For his crimes he was sent, after death, to do penance on Ipswich bar, where he had sent many a ship ashore, his doom being to twine ropes of sand, though some believe it was to shovel back the sea. Whenever his rope broke he would roar with rage and anguish, so that he was heard for miles, whereon the children would run to their trembling mothers and men would look troubled and shake their heads. After a good bit of cable had been coiled, Harry had a short respite that he enjoyed on Plum Island, to the terror of the populace. When the tide and a gale are rising to-gether people say, as they catch the sound of moaning from the bar, "Old Harry's grumbling again."
Now, Harry Main—to say nothing of Captain Kidd—was believed to have buried his ill-gotten wealth in Ipswich, and one man dreamed for three ​successive nights that it had been interred in a mill. Believing that a revelation had been made to him he set off with spade, lantern, and Bible, on the first murky night—for he wanted no partner in the discovery—and found a spot which he recognized as the one that had been pictured to his sleeping senses. He set to work with alacrity and a shovel, and soon he unearthed a flat stone and an iron bar. He was about to pry up the stone when an army of black cats encircled the pit and glared into it with eyes of fire.
The poor man, in an access both of alarm and courage, whirled the bar about his head and shouted "Scat!" The uncanny guards of the treasure disappeared instanter, and at the same moment the digger found himself up to his middle in icy water that had poured into the hole as he spoke.
The moral is that you should never talk when you are hunting for treasure. Wet, scared, and disheartened, the man crawled out and made homeward, carrying with him, as proof of his adventure, a case of influenza and the iron bar. The latter trophy he fashioned into a latch, in which shape it still does service on one of the doors of Ipswich.
# The Job (Lewis)

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# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/The Wessaguscus Hanging

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THE WESSAGUSCUS HANGING
AMONG the Puritans who settled in Wessaguscus, now Weymouth, Massachusetts, was brash young fellow, of remarkable size and strength, who, roaming the woods one day, came on a store of ​corn concealed in the ground, in the fashion of the Indians. As anybody might have done, he filled his hat from the granary and went his way. When the red man who had dug the pit came back to it he saw that his cache had been levied on, and as the foot-prints showed the marauder to be an Englishman he went to the colonists and demanded justice. The matter could have been settled by giving a penny-worth of trinkets to the Indian, but, as the moral law had been broken, the Puritans deemed it right that the pilferer should suffer.
They held a court and a proposition was made and seriously considered that, as the culprit was young, hardy, and useful to the colony, his clothes should be stripped off and put on the body of a bed-ridden weaver, who would be hanged in his stead in sight of the offended savages. Still, it was feared that if they learned the truth about that execution the Indians would learn a harmful lessson in deceit, and it was, therefore, resolved to punish the true offender. He, thinking they were in jest, submitted to be bound, though before doing so he could have "cleaned out" the court-room, and ere he was really aware of the purpose of his judges he was kicking at vacancy.
Butler, in "Hudibras," quotes the story, but makes the offence more serious:
But the Puritans, having considered that the offender was a teacher and a cobbler,
The whole circumstance is cloudy, and the reader may accept either version that touches his fancy.
# Poems (Lambert)/I am Fashion's Toy

LINES WRITTEN UPON SEEING A FASHIONABLY-DRESSED LADY ASK A SERVANT FOR A FEW BLADES OF GRASS, WHICH SHE PLACED UPON HER BOSOM.
# Poems (Lambert)/The Old Crib

"Sell that crib? Indeed! indeed I cannot, for I see in it the faces of my children. I will starve before I sell that crib."
Confederate Lady, 1864.
# Poems (Lambert)/"Did you call me, Father?"

She opened the door, and said in an alarmed tone: "Father, was that you calling me?" And again, "Father!" And once again, after listening, "Father! I thought I heard you call me twice before!" No response.
Dickens' "Mutual Friend."
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/The Snake God of Belle Isle

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THE SNAKE GOD OF BELLE ISLE
THE Indian demi-god, Sleeping Bear, had a daughter so beautiful that he kept her out of the sight of men in a covered boat that swung on Detroit River, tied to a tree on shore; but the Winds, having seen her when her father had visited her with food, contended so fiercely to possess her ​that the little cable was snapped and the boat danced on to the keeper of the water-gates, who lived at the outlet of Lake Huron. The keeper, filled with admiration for the girl's beauty, claimed the boat and its charming freight, but he had barely received her into his lodge when the angry Winds fell upon him, buffeting him so sorely that he died, and was buried on Peach Island (properly Isle au Peche), where his spirit remained for generations—an oracle sought by Indians before emprise in war. His voice had the sound of wind among the reeds and its meanings could not be told except by those who had prepared themselves by fasting and meditation to receive them. Before planning his campaign against the English, Pontiac fasted here for seven days to "clear his ear" and hear the wisdom of the sighing voice.
But the Winds were not satisfied with the slaying of the keeper. They tore away his meadows and swept them out as islands. They smashed the damsel's boat and the little bark became Belle Isle. Here Manitou placed the girl, and set a girdle of vicious snakes around the shore to guard her and to put a stop to further contests. These islands in the straits seem to have been favorite places of exile and theatres of transformation. The Three Sisters are so called because of three Indian women who so scolded and wrangled that their father was obliged to separate them and put one on each of the islands for the sake of peace.
​It was at Belle Isle that the red men had put up and worshipped a natural stone image. Hearing of this idol, on reaching Detroit, Dollier and De Galinee crossed over to it, tore it down, smashed it, flung the bigger piece of it into the river, and erected a cross in its place. The sunken portion of the idol called aloud to the faithful, who had assembled to wonder at the audacity of the white men and witness their expected punishment by Manitou, and told them to cast in the other portions. They did so, and all the fragments united and became a monster serpent that kept the place from further intrusion. Later, when La Salle ascended the straits in his ship, the Griffin, the Indians on shore invoked the help of this, their Manitou, and strange forms arose from the water that pushed the ship into the north, her crew vainly singing hymns with a hope of staying the demoniac power.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/The Origin of White Fish

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THE ORIGIN OF WHITE FISH
AN Indian who lived far in the north was so devoted to the chase that he was never at home for the whole of a day, to the sorrow of his two boys, who liked nothing so much as to sport with him and to be allowed to practise with his weapons. Their mother told them that on no account were they to speak to him of the young man who visited the lodge while their father was away, and it was not until they were well grown and knew what the duty of wives should be that they resolved to disobey her. The hunter struck the woman dead when he learned of her perfidy. So greatly did her spirit trouble them, however, that they could no longer abide in their old house in peace and comfort, and they left the country and journeyed southward until they came to the Sault Sainte Marie.
As they stood beside the falls a head came rolling toward them on the earth—the head of the dead woman. At that moment, too, a crane was seen riding on the surface of the water, whirling about in its strongest eddies, and when one of the boys called to it, "Grandfather, we are persecuted by a spirit; take us across the falls," the crane flew to them. "Cling to my back and do not touch my head," it said to them, and landed them safely on the farther shore.
But now the head screamed, "Come, grandfather, ​and carry me over, for I have lost my children and am sorely distressed," and the bird few to her like-wise. "Be careful not to touch my head," it said. The head promised obedience, but succumbed to curiosity when half-way over and touched the bird's head to see what was the matter with him. With a lurch the crane flung off his burden and it fell into the rapids. As it swept down, bumping against the rocks, the brains were pounded out and strewn over the water. "You were useless in life," cried the crane. "You shall not be so in death. Become fish!" And the bits of brain changed to roe that presently hatched to a delicate white fish, the flesh whereof is esteemed by Indians of the lakes, and white men, likewise. The family pitched a lodge near the spot and took the crane as their totem or name-mark. Many of their descendants bear it to this day.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/The Spirit of Cloudy

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THE SPIRIT OF CLOUDY
AMONG the lumbermen of Alger, Michigan, A was William Cloud, an Indian, usually called Cloudy, who was much employed on a chute a mile and a half out of the village. The rains were heavy one spring, and a large raft of logs had been floated down to the chute, where they were held back by a gate until it was time to send them through in a mass. When the creek had reached its maximum height the foreman gave word to the log-drivers to lower the gate and let the timber down. This order came ​on a chilly April night, and, as it was pitchy dark and rain was falling in sheets, the lumbermen agreed to draw cuts to decide which of them should venture out and start the logs. Cloudy drew the fatal slip. He was a quiet fellow, and without a word he opened the door, bent against the storm, and passed into the darkness. An hour went by, and the men in the cabin laughed as they described the probable appearance of their comrade when he should return, soaked through and through, and they wondered if he was waiting in some shelter beside the path for the middle of the night to pass, for the Indians believed that an evil spirit left the stream every night and was abroad until that hour.
As time lengthened the jest and talk subsided and a moody silence supervened. At length one of the number resolved to sally out and see if any mishap had fallen to the Indian. He was joined by three others, and the party repaired to the creek. Above the chute it was seen that the gate—which was released by the withdrawal of iron pins and sank of its own weight—had not quite settled into place, and by light of a lantern held near the surface of the rushing current an obstruction could be dimly seen. The gate was slightly raised and the object drawn up with pike-poles. It was the mangled body of Cloudy. He was buried beside the creek; but the camp was soon abandoned and the chute is in decay, for between the hours of ten and twelve each night the wraith of the Indian, accompanied by the bad ​spirit of the stream, ranges through the wood, his form shining blue in the gloom, his groans sounding above the swish and lap of the waters.
# Robinson v. Hanrahan

Supreme Court of the United States
409 U.S. 38
Robinson v. Hanrahan, States Attorney of Cook County
Appeal from the Supreme Court of Illinois
No. 71-6918. Argued: N/A --- Decided: October 24, 1972
Notwithstanding its knowledge that appellant was in the Cook County jail awaiting trial, the State of Illinois mailed notice of automobile forfeiture proceedings to appellant at his home, which he did not receive until his release, when he learned that the car had been forfeited. The circuit court rejected appellant's motion for rehearing. The Illinois Supreme Court affirmed.
Held: The procedure followed here did not comport with due process requirements as the State made no effort to provide appellant with notice "reasonably calculated" to apprise him of the pendency of the forfeiture proceedings.
52 Ill. 2d 37, 284 N.E. 2d 646, reversed and remanded.
PER CURIAM.
# Japanese Peasant Songs/Index to First Lines of Songs

Index of First Lines
# Kindness (Dunbar)

Was he not kind to you, this dead old Year? Did he not give enough of earthly store? Enough of laughter and good cheer? It is not well to hate him for the pain He brought you, and the sorrows manifold.
To pardon him these hurts still I am fain, For in the panting period of his reign, He brought me new wounds, But he healed the old.
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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# Kindness

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# The Mother's Lament

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* "Gone", a poem by Mary Eliza Perine Tucker Lambert
* "Gone", a poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
# Revenge

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* The Revenge, a poem by Alfred Tennyson
# The Tryst

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* The Tryst, a poem by Abbie Farwell Brown (A tryst had I with the bright sun to keep)
* The Tryst, a poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar (De night creep down erlong de lan')
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* The Tryst, a poem by Edmund Clarence Stedman (Sleeping, I dreamed that thou wast mine)
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# A Love-letter

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# The Father's Love

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# The Drunkard's Wife

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# The Art of German Cooking and Baking/Chapter 24

CHAPTER 24.
THE MENU.
Family Dinner. A Menu for one day in a Month.
A FINE SUPPER OR BREAKFAST.
A Menu for each Season.
FINE DINNER.
A Menu for Each Season.
A LARGE BUFFET.
For 30 Persons.
* 1 salmon with lobsters and mayonnaise dressing
* 1 venison roast
* 1 roast beef
* 1 saddle of veal or veal roast
* 1 ham
* 1 chicken, asparagus and crawfish jelly with herb sauce
* 2 chicken pies with champignons
* 1 macaroni pudding with tomato sauce
* 1 goose liver pie garnished with aspic
* Fine fish salad
* Lobster salad
* 2 dishes of vegetables, (asparagus, peas, morels with crabtails
* 12 deviled eggs
* 6 qts. assorted ices
* 2 wine jellies with fruit
* 4 portions of cake
EVERY DAY DINNER.
# The Art of German Cooking and Baking/Sandwiches

SANDWICHES.
Preparation: Slice white or brown bread into thin slices. Spread with butter, mayonnaise and finely chopped eggs; press two slices together and trim into desired shapes.
This is a wonderful improvement over the ordinary rather tasteless sandwiches made with butter alone.
Preparation: Chop celery fine and add mayonnaise to taste. Spread on buttered bread and remove crusts. Cut in narrow strips and serve garnished with celery tips.
Preparation: Mix cream cheese smooth with mayonnaise dressing, add a dozen chopped olives and use as a filling for bread and butter sandwiches.
Preparation: Made the same as veal sandwiches. Always remember to prepare the bread as for bread and butter sandwiches. Put finely chopped cucumbers on top.
Preparation: Spread bread with butter and mayonnaise. Place a layer of chopped meat and a layer of chopped cucumbers or olives between the slices.
Preparation: Use hard boiled eggs. Chop finely and mix with mayonnaise dressing. To this may be added a finely chopped pickle, a little ham, sardines mashed to a paste or shredded lettuce. Spread on bread and butter sandwiches.
Preparation: Spread butter on bread and add peanut butter; put a lettuce leaf between.
Preparation: Chop cold corned beef to a fine paste; mix with a little mayonnaise dressing. Beat the mixture until smooth and well blended and spread evenly on buttered bread.