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# Argus Leader/1945/T-Sgt. Ray C. Gill Back From Overseas

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Raymond Cleo Gill (1866-1926) in Argus Leader on September 9, 1945.
T-Sgt. Ray C. Gill Back From Overseas
Former Argus-Leader Employee in Foreign Service 2½ Years.
After two and one-half years of overseas service which took him around the world, T-Sgt. Ray C. Gill, former Argus-Leader employee, is home for the first time in three years on a 21-day furlough. He is the son of Mr. and Mrs. James H. Gill, 715 West Third St. Sgt. Gill, in personnel work with a headquarters office, left New York in July, 1942, and landed in Egypt the following month, three months previous to the African invasion and arrived at a California port this month. "The reception that we got upon arriving in this country is the greatest ovation a serviceman could be given," Sgt. Gill said. "I never appreciated the good old U.S.A. like I do now - just took it for granted before." Gill wears ribbons crediting him with participation in the Egyptian-Libyan, Tunisian, Sicilian, and Italian campaigns; Distinguished Unit Citation; and the Asiatic-Pacific and pre-Pearl Harbor ribbons. He has been stationed in India since February, 1944. He entered the service in June, 1941.
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# New York Post/1849

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# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation

Written on occasion of the Union between England and Scotland.
# Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/I hae nae Kith

I hae nae Kith.
I hae nae kith, I hae nae kin, Nor ane that's dear to me; For the bonnie lad that I lo'e best, He's far ayont the sea. He's gane wi' ane that was our ain, And we may rue the day When our king's ae daughter came here To play sic foul play.
Oh, gin I were a bonnie bird Wi' wings, that I might flee! Then would I travel o'er the main, My ae true-love to see. Then I wad tell a joyfu' tale To ane that's dear to me, And sit upon a king's window And sing my melody.
The adder lies i' the corbie's nest Aneath the corbie's wing, And the blast that reaves the corbie's brood Will soon blaw hame our king. Then blaw ye east, or blaw ye west, Oi' blaw ye o'er the faeiri, Oh, bring the lad that I lo'e best, And ane I darena name.
# Jersey Journal/1941/James Langan, Contractor, Dies

James Langan (1857-1941) in the The Jersey Journal on April 8, 1941.
James Langan, Contractor, Dies
James Langan, 85, father of the famous runner, Owen Langan, died yesterday afternoon at about 2:30, on the stoop of his home, 172 Lexington Avenue, where he had sat down to rest after a walk to the corner drug store. Wallie Eames, well known Jersey City singer and entertainer, who knew the aged gentleman, saw him sitting on the stoop and went over to him. Seeing that he was unable to respond, Eames called help and assisted Mr. Langan into his home, and then summoned Dr. Thomas Keegan, the family physician. When the doctor arrived a few minutes he declared Mr. Langan dead, and the body was claimed by members of the family. Mr. Langan, who was 85 years old on February 5 last, was born in Allentown, Pennsylvania, and came to Jersey City between 55 and 60 years ago. He was a general contractor and for many years conducted a thriving business. He is survived by his wife, Mrs. Mary McHugh Langan, one son, Owen Langan, whose record as a runner is internationally known, and one daughter, Mrs. Thomas Lynch.
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# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/The Spider Tower

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THE SPIDER TOWER
IN Dead Man's Canyon—a deep gorge that is lateral to the once populated valley of the Rio de Chelly, Arizona—standa a stark spire of weathered sandstone, its top rising eight hundred feet above its base in a sheer uplift. Centuries ago an inhabitant of one of the cave villages was surprised by hostiles while hunting in this region, and was chased by them into this canyon. As he ran he looked vainly from side to side in the hope of securing a hiding-place, but succor came from a source that was least expected, for on approaching this enormous obelisk, with strength well-nigh exhausted, he saw a silken cord hanging from a notch at its top. Hastily knotting the end about his waist, that it might not fall within reach of his pursuers, he climbed up, setting his feet into roughnesses of the stone, and advancing, hand over hand, until he had reached the summit, where he stayed, drinking dew and feeding on eagle's eggs, until his enemies went away, for they could not reach him with their arrows, defended as he was by points of rock. The foemen having gone he safely descended ​by the cord and reached his home. This help had come from a friendly spider who saw his plight from her perch at the top of the spire, and, weaving a web of extra thickness, she made one end fast to a jog of rock while the other fell within his grasp—for she, like all other of the brute tribe, liked the gentle cave-dwellers better than the remorseless hunters. Hence the name of the Spider Tower.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/The Lost Trail

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THE LOST TRAIL
THE canyon of Oak Creek is choked by a mass of rock, shaped like a keystone, and wedged into the jaws of the defile. An elderly Ute tells this story of it. Acantow, one of the chiefs of his tribe, usually placed his lodge beside the spring that bubbled from a thicket of wild roses in the place where Rosita, Colorado, stands to-day. He left his wife—Manetabee (Rosebud)—in the lodge while he went across the mountains to attend a council, and was gone four sleeps. On his return he found neither wife nor lodge, but footprints and hoof- prints in the ground showed to his keen eye that it was the Arapahoes who had been there.
Getting on their trail he rode over it furiously, and at night had reached Oak Canyon, along which he travelled until he saw the gleam of a small fire ahead. A squall was coming up, and the noise of it might have enabled him to gallop fairly into the group that he saw huddled about the glow; but it ​is not in the nature of an Indian to do that, and, tying his horse, he crawled forward.
There were fifteen of the Arapahoes and they were gambling to decide the ownership of Manetabee, who sat bound beneath a willow near them. So engrossed were the savages in the contest that the snake-like approach of Acantow was unnoticed until he had cut the thongs that bound Manetabee's wrists and ankles—she did not cry out, for she had expected rescue—and both had imperceptibly slid away from them. Then, with a yell, one of the gamblers pointed to the receding forms, and straightway the fifteen made an onset.
Swinging his wife lightly to his shoulders Acantow set off at a run and he had almost reached his horse when his foot caught in a root and he fell headlong. The pursuers were almost upon him when the storm burst in fury. A flood of fire rushed from the clouds and struck the earth with an appalling roar. Trees were snapped, rocks were splintered, and a whirlwind passed. Acantow was nearly insensible for a time—then he felt the touch of the Rosebud's hand on his cheek, and together they arose and looked about them. A huge block of riven granite lay in the canyon, dripping blood. Their enemies were not to be seen.
"The trail is gone," said Acantow. "Manitou has broken it, that the Arapahoes may never cross it more. He would not allow them to take you. Let us thank the Manitou." So they went back to where the spring burst amid the rose-bushes.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/A Battle in the Air

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A BATTLE IN THE AIR
IN the country about Tishomingo, Indian Territory, troubles are foretold by a battle of unseen men in the air. Whenever the sound of conflict is heard it is an indication that many dead will lie in the fields, for it heralds battle, starvation, or pestilence. The powerful nation that lived here once was completely annihilated by an opposing tribe, and in the valley in the western part of the Territory there are mounds where hundreds of men lie buried. Spirits occupy the valley, and to the eyes of the red men they are still seen, at times, continuing the fight.
In May, 1892, the last demonstration was made in the hearing of John Willis, a United States marshal, who was hunting horse-thieves. He was belated one night and entered the vale of mounds, for he had no scruples against sleeping there. He had not, in fact, ever heard that the region was haunted. The snorting of his horse in the middle of the night awoke him and he sprang to his feet, thinking that savages, outlaws, or, at least, coyotes had disturbed the animal. Although there was a good moon, he could see nothing moving on the plain. Yet the sounds that filled the air were like the noise of an army, only a trifle subdued, as if they were borne on the passing of a wind. The rush of hoofs and of feet, the striking of blows, the fall of bodies could be heard, and for nearly an hour these fell ​rumors went across the earth. At last the horse became so frantic that Willis saddled him and rode away, and as he reached the edge of the valley the sounds were heard going into the distance. Not until he reached a settlement did he learn of the spell that rested on the place.
# 'Way Down East (Parker)
## Adaptations

* 'Way Down East (1900), a novelized version by Joseph R. Grismer (external scan)
* Way Down East (1920), a film adaptation directed by D. W. Griffith
# The Standard Union/1931/Christmas Tree Airman's Beacon

Carl Henry Schneider (1899-1976) in The Standard Union on December 22, 1931.
Christmas Tree Airman's Beacon
A new type of airplane "beacon" was placed in operation at Roosevelt Field last night. It is an eight-foot Christmas tree illuminated with vari-colored lights and visible to aviators at a distance of several miles. It was erected atop the airplane hangar of John Hay Whitney by Carl Schneider, mechanic, and Louis Gower, a pilot.
# The Standard Union

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# Arizona Republic

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The Arizona Republic is a daily newspaper based in Phoenix, Arizona. The periodical did not renew copyrights for issues.
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# Des Moines Tribune

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The Des Moines Tribune is a daily newspaper based in Des Moines, Iowa. The periodical did not renew copyrights for issues.
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# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/The River of Lost Souls

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THE RIVER OF LOST SOULS
IN the days when Spain ruled the Western country an infantry regiment was ordered out from Santa Fé to open communication with Florida and to carry a chest of gold for the payment of the soldiers in St. Augustine. The men wintered on the ​site of Trinidad, comforted by the society of their wives and families, and in the spring the women and camp-followers were directed to remain, while the troops set forward along the canyon of the Purgatoire—neither to reach their destination nor to return. Did they attempt to descend the stream in boats and go to wreck among the rapids? Were they swept into eternity by a freshet? Did they lose their provisions and starve in the desert? Did the Indians revenge themselves for brutality and selfishness by slaying them at night or from an ambush? Were they killed by banditti? Did they sink in the quicksands that led the river into subterranean canals? None will ever know, perhaps; but many years afterward a savage told a priest in Santa Fé that the regiment had been surrounded by Indians, as Custer's command was in Montana, and slain, to a man. Seeing that escape was hopeless the colonel—so said the narrator—had buried the gold that he was transporting. Thousands of doubloons are believed to be hidden in the canyon, and thousands of dollars have been spent in searching for them.
After weeks had lapsed into months and months into years, and no word came of the missing regiment, the priests named the river El Rio de las Animas Perdidas—the River of Lost Souls. The echoing of the flood as it tumbled through the canyon was said to be the lamentation of the troopers. French trappers softened the suggestion of the Spanish title when they renamed it Purgatoire, and ​"bullwhackers" teaming across the plains twisted the French title into the unmeaning "Picketwire." But Americo-Spaniards keep alive the tradition, and the prayers of many have ascended and do ascend for the succor of those who vanished so strangely in the valley of Las Animas.
# Washington Missourian

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# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/Over the Divide

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OVER THE DIVIDE
THE hope of finding El Dorado, that animated the adventurous Spaniards who made the earlier recorded voyages to America, lived in the souls of Western mountaineers as late as the first half of this century. Ample discoveries of gold in California and Colorado gave color to the belief in this land of riches, and hunger, illness, privation, the persecutions of savages, and death itself were braved in the effort to reach and unlock the treasure caves of earth. Until mining became a systematic business, prospectors were dissatisfied with the smaller deposits of precious metal and dreamed of golden hills farther away. The unknown regions beyond the Rocky Mountains were filled by imagination with magnificent possibilities, and it was the hope of the miner to penetrate the wilderness, "strike it rich," and "make his pile."
Thus, the region indicated as "over the divide"—meaning the continental water-shed—or "over the range" came to signify not a delectable land alone, but a sum of delectable conditions, and, ultimately, ​the goal of posthumous delights. Hence the phrase in use to-day: "Poor Bill! He's gone over the divide."
The Indian's name of heaven"—the happy hunting ground"—is of similar significance, and among many of the tribes it had a definite place in the far Southwest, to which their souls were carried on cobweb floats. Just before reaching it they came to a dark river that had to be crossed on a log. If they had been good in the world of the living they suffered no harm from the rocks and surges, but if their lives had been evil they never reached the farther shore, for they were swept into a place of whirlpools, where, forever and ever, they were tossed on the torrent amid thousands of clinging, stinging snakes and shoals of putrid fish. From the far North and East the Milky Way was the star-path across the divide.
# Deutsch–Französische Jahrbücher

The Deutsch-Französische Jahrbücher (German-French Annals) was a journal published by Arnold Ruge and Karl Marx. The only issue appeared in 1844.
Deutsch-Französische Jahrbücher
Contents.
Page.
    Past and Present by Thomas Carlyle152
    1. Bruno Bauer: The Jewish question. Braunschweig 1843.
    2. The ability of Jews and Christians to become free by Bruno Bauer. (Twenty-one sheets, p. 56-81).182
(Original text in German:)
Inhalts-Verzeichniss.
45
71
86
115
126
149
    Past and Present by Thomas Carlyle
152
    1. Bruno Bauer: Die Judenfrage. Braunschweig 1843.
    2. Die Fähigkeit der Juden und Christen, frei zu werden. Von Bruno Bauer. (Ein und zwanzig Bogen p. 56-81).
182
215
* ↑ German version, completely transcribed, on German Wikisource: s:de:Deutsch-Französische Jahrbücher
* ↑ on German Wikisource: page 239
# Washington Missourian/1960/Max Lindauer To Sell Boars At State Sale

Max Julius Lindauer (1924-2014) in the Washington Missourian on 1 September 1960.
Max Lindauer To Sell Boars At State Sale
Max Lindauer, Washington, has two Yorkshire boars that have qualified and will be sold in the next sale of tested boars of the Missouri Swine Evaluations Station. R. K. Leavitt, supervisor of the station, said that Lindauer boars have have made an outstanding record. In addition to exceeding the necessary records to qualify, the boars have passed inspection of a screening committee of breeders and college personnel, who checked on conformation and quality of the boars. The average requirement of the testing station are average daily gain minimum, 1.7 lbs. per day; feed efficiency maximum, 325 lbs.; backfat probe minimum, 1.4 inches; and index, 100 points or more. Carcass data will be available on littermate or half brother bar rows of all boars offered for sale. All boars that have passed the testing station requirements will be sold in a sale September 2 at 7:30 p.m. in the University of Missouri Livestock Pavilion in Columbia.
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# Ziska: The Problem of a Wicked Soul/Prologue

Ziska. The Problem of a Wicked Soul.
Prologue.
Dark against the sky towered the Great Pyramid, and over its apex hung the moon. Like a wreck cast ashore by some titanic storm, the Sphinx, reposing amid the undulating waves of grayish sand surrounding it, seemed for once to drowse. Its solemn visage that had impassively watched ages come and go, empires rise and fall, and generations of men live and die, appeared for the moment to have lost its usual expression of speculative wisdom and intense disdain—its cold eyes seemed to droop, its stern mouth almost smiled. The air was calm and sultry; and not a human foot disturbed the silence. But towards midnight a Voice suddenly arose as it were like a wind in the desert, crying aloud: "Araxes! ​Araxes!" and wailing past, sank with a profound echo into the deep recesses of the vast Egyptian tomb. Moonlight and the Hour wove their own mystery; the mystery of a Shadow and a Shape that flitted out like a thin vapor from the very portals of Death's ancient temple, and drifting forward a few paces resolved itself into the visionary fairness of a Woman's form—a Woman whose dark hair fell about her heavily, like the black remnants of a long-buried corpse's wrappings; a Woman whose eyes flashed with an unholy fire as she lifted her face to the white moon and waved her ghostly arms upon the air. And again the wild Voice pulsated through the stillness.
"Araxes!...Araxes! Thou art here,—and I pursue thee! Through life into death; through death out into life again! I find thee and I follow! I follow! Araxes!..."
Moonlight and the Hour wove their own mystery, and ere the pate opal dawn flushed the sky with hues of rose and amber the Shadow had vanished; the Voice was heard no more. Slowly the sun lifted the edge of its golden shield above the horizon, and the great Sphinx awaking from its apparent brief slumber, stared in expressive and eter​nal scorn across the tracts of sand and tufted palm-trees towards the glittering dome of El-Hazar—that abode of profound sanctity and learning, where men still knelt and worshipped, praying the Unknown to deliver them from the Unseen. And one would almost have deemed that the sculptured Monster with the enigmatical Woman-face and Lion-form had strange thoughts in its huge granite brain; for when the full day sprang in glory over the desert and illumined its large features with a burning saffron radiance, its cruel lips still smiled as though yearning to speak and propound the terrible riddle of old time; the Problem which killed! *****