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# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/The New Haven Storm Ship

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THE NEW HAVEN STORM SHIP
IN 1647 the New Haven colonists, who even at that early day exhibited the enterprise that has been a distinguishing feature of the Yankee, sent a ship to Ireland to try to develop a commerce, their trading posts on the Delaware having been broken up by the Swedes. When their agent, Captain Lamberton, sailed—in January—the harbor was so beset with ice that a track had to be cut through the floes to open water, five miles distant. She had, ​moreover, to be dragged out stern foremost—an ill omen, the sailors thought—and as she swung before the wind a passing drift of fog concealed her, for a moment, from the gaze of those on shore, who, from this, foretold things of evil. Though large and new, the ship was so "walty"—inclined to roll—that the captain set off with misgiving, and as she moved away the crew heard this solemn and disheartening invocation from a clergyman on the wharf: "Lord, if it be thy pleasure to bury these, our friends, in the bottom of the sea, take them; they are thine save them."
Winter passed; so did spring; still the ship came not; but one afternoon in June, just as a rain had passed, some children cried, "There's a brave ship!" for, flying up the harbor, with all sail set and flaunting colors, was a vessel—"the very mould of our ship," the clergyman said.
Strange to tell, she was going flat against the wind; no sailors were on her deck; she did not toss with the fling of the waves; there was no ripple at her bow. As she came close to land a single figure appeared on the quarter, pointing seaward with a cutlass; then suddenly her main-top fell, her masts toppled from their holdings, the dismantled hulk careened and went down. A cloud dropped from heaven and brooded for a time above the place where it had vanished, and when it lifted the surface of the sea was empty and still. The good folk of New Haven believed that the fate of the absent ship had ​been revealed, at last, for she never came back and Captain Lamberton was never heard from.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/The Windham Frogs

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THE WINDHAM FROGS
ON a cloudy night in July, 1758, the people of Windham, Connecticut, were awakened by screams and shrill voices. Some sprang up and looked to the priming of their muskets, for they were sure that the Indians were coming; others vowed that the voices were those of witches or devils, flying overhead; a few ran into the streets with knives and fire-arms, while others fastened their windows and prayerfully shrank under the bed-clothes. A notorious reprobate was heard blubbering for a Bible, and a lawyer offered half of all the money that he had made dishonestly to any charity if his neighbors would guarantee to preserve his life until morning.
All night the greatest alarm prevailed. At early dawn an armed party climbed the hill to the east-ward, and seeing no sign of Indians, or other invaders, returned to give comfort to their friends. A contest for office was waging at that period between two lawyers, Colonel Dyer and Mr. Elderkin, and sundry of the people vowed that they had heard a challenging yell of "Colonel Dyer! Colonel Dyer!" answered by a guttural defiance of "Elderkin, too! Elderkin, too!" Next day the reason of it all came out: A pond having been emptied by ​drought, the frogs that had lived there emigrated by common consent to a ditch nearer the town, and on arriving there had apparently fought for its possession, for many lay dead on the bank. The night was still and the voices of the contestants sounded clearly into the village, the piping of the smaller being construed into "Colonel Dyer," and the grumble of the bull-frogs into "Elderkin, too." The "frog scare" was a subject of pleasantry directed against Windham for years afterward.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/The Lamb of Sacrifice

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THE LAMB OF SACRIFICE
THE Revolution was beginning, homes were empty, farms were deserted, industries were checked, and the levies of a foreign army had consumed the stores of the people. A messenger rode into the Connecticut Valley with tidings of the distress that was in the coast towns, and begged the farmer folk to spare some of their cattle and the millers some of their flour for the relief of Boston. On reaching Windham he was received with good will by Parson White, who summoned his flock by peal of bell, and from the steps of his church urged the needs of his brethren with such eloquence that by nightfall the messenger had in his charge a flock of sheep, a herd of cattle, and a load of grain, with which he was to set off in the morning. The parson's daughter, a shy maid of nine or ten, went to her father, with her pet lamb, and said to him, "I ​must give this, too, for there are little children who are crying for bread and meat."
"No, no," answered the pastor, patting her head and smiling upon her. "They do not ask help from babes. Run to bed and you shall play with your lamb to-morrow."
But in the red of the morning, as he drove his herd through the village street, the messenger turned at the hail of a childish voice, and looking over a stone wall he saw the little one with her snow-white lamb beside her.
"Wait," she cried, "for my lamb must go to the hungry children of Boston. It is so small, please to carry it for some of the way, and let it have fresh grass and water. It is all I have."
So saying, she kissed the innocent face of her pet, gave it into the arms of the young man, and ran away, her cheeks shining with tears. Folding the little creature to his breast, the messenger looked admiringly after the girl: he felt a glow of pride and hope for the country whose very children responded to the call of patriotism. "Now, God help me, I will carry this lamb to the city as a sacrifice." So saying, he set his face to the east and vigorously strode forward.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/Haddam Enchantments

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HADDAM ENCHANTMENTS
WHEN witchcraft went rampant through New England the Connecticut town of Haddam owned its share of ugly old women, whom it tried to reform by lectures and ducking, instead of killing. It was averred that Goody So-and-So had a black cat ​for a familiar, that Dame Thus-and-Thus rode on a broomstick on stormy nights and screeched and gibbered down the farm-house chimneys, and there were dances of old crones at Devils' Hop Yard, Witch Woods, Witch Meadows, Giant's Chair, Devil's Footprint, and Dragon's Rock. Farmers were especially fearful of a bent old hag in a red hood, who seldom appeared before dusk, but who was apt to be found crouched on their door-steps if they reached home late, her mole-covered cheeks wrinkled with a grin, two yellow fangs projecting between her lips, and a light shining from her eyes that numbed all on whom she looked. On stormy nights she would drum and rattle at windows, and by firelight and candle-light her face was seen peering through the panes.
At Chapman Falls, where the attrition of a stream had worn pot-holes in the rocks, there were meetings of Haddam witches, to the number of a dozen. They brewed poisons in those holes, cast, spells, and talked in harsh tongues with the arch fiend, who sat on the brink of the ravine with his tail laid against his shoulder, like a sceptre, and a red glow emanating from his body.
In Devils' Hop Yard was a massive oak that never bears leaves or acorns, for it has been enchanted since the time that one of the witches, in the form of a crow, perched on the topmost branch, looked to the four points of the compass, and flew away. That night the leaves fell off, the twigs shrivelled, ​sap ceased to run, and moss began to beard its skeleton limbs.
The appearance of witches in the guise of birds was no unusual thing, indeed, and a farmer named Blakesley shot one of them in that form. He was hunting in a meadow when a rush of wings was heard and he saw pass overhead a bird with long neck, blue feathers, and feet like scrawny hands. It uttered a cry so weird, so shrill, so like mocking laughter that it made him shudder. This bird alighted on a dead tree and he shot at it. With another laughing yell it circled around his head. Three times he fired with the same result. Then he resolved to see if it were uncanny, for nothing evil can withstand silver—except Congress. Having no bullets of that metal he cut two silver buttons from his shirt and rammed them home with a piece of cloth and a prayer. This time the bird screamed in terror, and tried, but vainly, to rise from the limb. He fired. The creature dropped, with a button in its body, and fell on its right side. At that moment an old woman living in a cabin five miles distant arose from her spinning-wheel, gasped, and fell on her right side—dead.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/Love and Rum

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LOVE AND RUM
BACK in the seventeenth century a number of Yankee traders arrived in Naugatuck to barter blankets, beads, buttons, Bibles, and brandy for skins, and there they met chief Toby and his daughter. Toby was not a pleasing person, but his daughter was well favored, and one of the traders told the chief that if he would allow the girl to go to Boston with him he would give to him—Toby—a quart of rum. Toby was willing enough. He would give a good deal for rum. But the daughter declined to be sold off in such a fashion unless—she coyly admitted—she could have half of the rum herself. Loth as he was to do so, Toby was brought to agree to this proposition, for he knew that rum was rare and good and girls were common and perverse, so the gentle forest lily took her mug of liquor and tossed it off. Now, it is not clear whether she wished to nerve herself for the deed that followed or whether the deed was a result of the tonic, but she made off from the paternal wigwam and was presently seen on the ledge of Squaw Rock, locally known also as High Rock, from which in another moment she had fallen. Toby had pursued her, and on finding her dead he vented a howl of grief and anger and flung the now empty rum-jug after her. A huge bowlder arose from the earth where it struck, and there it remains—a monument to the girl and a warning to Tobies.
Another version of the story is that the girl sprang ​from the rock to escape the pursuit of a lover who was hateful to her, and who had her almost in his grasp when she made the fatal leap. In the crevice half-way up the cliff her spirit has often been seen looking regretfully into the rich valley that was her home, and on the 20th of March and 20th of September, in every year, it is imposed on her to take the form of a seven-headed snake, the large centre head adorned with a splendid carbuncle. Many have tried to capture the snake and secure this precious stone, for an old prophecy promises wealth to whoever shall wrest it from the serpent. But thus far the people of Connecticut have found more wealth in clocks and tobacco than in snakes and carbuncles.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/The Swim at Indian Head

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THE SWIM AT INDIAN HEAD
AT Indian Head, Maryland, are the government proving-grounds, where the racket of great guns and splintering of targets are a deterrent to the miscellaneous visitations of picnics. Trouble has been frequently associated with this neighborhood, as it is now suggested in the noisy symbolry of war. In prehistoric days it was the site of an aboriginal town, whose denizens were like other Indians in their love for fight and their willingness to shed blood. Great was the joy of all these citizens when a scouting party came in, one day, bringing with them the daughter of one of their toughest old hunters and a young buck, from another faction, who had come a-courting her in the neighboring shades.
Capture meant death, usually, and he knew it, but he held himself proudly and refused to ask for mercy. It was resolved that he should die. The father's scorn for his daughter, that she should thus consort with an enemy, was so great that he was on the point of offering her as a joint sacrifice with her lover, when she fell on her knees before him and began a ​fervent appeal, not for herself, but for the prisoner. She would do anything to prove her strength, her duty, her obedience, if they would set him free. He had done injury to none. What justice lay in putting him to the torture?
Half in earnest, half in humor, the chief answered, "Suppose we were to set him on the farther shore of the Potomac, do you love him well enough to swim to him?"
"I do."
"The river is wide and deep."
"I would drown in it rather than that harm should come to him."
The old chief ordered the captive, still bound, to be taken to a point on the Virginia shore, full two miles away, in one of their canoes, and when the boat was on the water he gave the word to the girl, who instantly plunged in and followed it. The chief and the father embarked in another birch—ostensibly to see that the task was honestly fulfilled; really, perhaps, to see that the damsel did not drown. It was a long course, but the maid was not as many of our city misses are, and she reached the bank, tired, but happy, for she had saved her lover and gained him for a husband.
# Port Chester Daily Item/1921/Charles F. Lindauer

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Charles Frederick Lindauer I (1836-1921) in the Port Chester Daily Item on March 3, 1921.
Charles F. Lindauer.
Charles F. Lindauer, a resident of Rye for thirty years or more, died at his home on Locust Avenue at 3:40 yesterday afternoon. Deceased was in his eighty-eighth year and had been a sufferer from a complication of diseases. His confinement to bed had been quite brief, however, inasmuch as he was quite active only a few weeks ago, when he and his wife celebrated the sixty-fourth anniversary of their marriage. Of a retiring disposition, Mr. Lindauer had never taken active part or interest in public affairs of any kind. He and his family had occupied the old Halsted place at the corner of Maple and Locust avenues during the entire period of their residence in the village. Mr. Lindauer having been the head of a flourishing business in New York for a number of years after coming here. Deceased is survived by his widow and five children: Mrs. Anna Lowe, Arthur, LeBaron and Harry Lindauer, all of Rye, and Mrs. Eloise Freudenberg of Jersey City Heights, New Jersey. The funeral and interment will be private.
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# How to Read/Chapter 2

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CHAPTER II
MUCKRAKING THE DICTIONARY I
Looking up at my calendar as I begin this chapter, I notice that I have an engagement to-night. I am going to the theater.
I also notice that it is the first of April. And I wonder, in passing, whether this is a coincidence, or whether there is also a divinity that guides our beginnings, rough-hew them as we will. At any rate, the day is well lit upon. To talk of the dictionary on April Fools' Day is as appropriate as to wear green on the seventeenth of March.
However, let us get back to my engagement.
The play we are going to see has made a great hit. We had to get tickets weeks in advance. The house will be packed to the roof.
Suppose I jump up on my seat in the middle of the third act and shout "Fire!!"
What does your imagination suggest as the result?
Panic?
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And you will find, finally, that each of these ideas is a generalization made from your own stored-up experience.
# New Departure

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* A New Departure (1895), a book by W. K. M. (external scan)
* "The New Departure" (1871), a speech by John Sherman (external scan)

## See also

* Departure
* Our New Departure
# News from Nowhere

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News from Nowhere (1890) is a classic work combining utopian socialism and soft science fiction written by the artist, designer and socialist pioneer William Morris. In the book, the narrator falls asleep after returning from a meeting of the Socialist League and awakes to find himself in a future society based on common ownership and democratic control of the means of production. The remainder of the book explores a number of aspects of this society, including its organisation and the relationships which it engenders between people. The book offers Morris' answers to a number of frequent objections to socialism, and underlines his belief that socialism will entail not only the abolishment of private property but also of the divisions between art, life, and work.
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NEWS FROM NOWHERE
NEWS FROM NOWHERE
OR
AN EPOCH OF REST,
BEING SOME CHAPTERS FROM
A UTOPIAN ROMANCE.
BY
WILLIAM MORRIS, AUTHOR OF 'THE EARTHLY PARADISE.'
ELEVENTH IMPRESSION
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO. 39 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON NEW YORK, BOMBAY, AND CALCUTTA 1910
All rights reserved
CONTENTS
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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# The New York Times/1867/05/14/Court of General Sessions

Charles Frederick Lindauer I (1836-1921) in the The New York Times on May 14, 1867.
Court of General Sessions
Before Judge Russel.
The Court of General Sessions yesterday, disposed of six cases. Three prisoners were sent to the State Prison, and three were remanded for sentence. Mr. Robert C. Hutchings, Assistant District Attorney, appeared for the people.
Remanded For Sentence.
Harry Vohner pleaded guilty of an attempt at grand larceny. On the 7th of April he stole from 8m le Baylor, No. 27 East Houston-street, clothing and jewelry of the value of $455. John Burk pleaded guilty of burglary in the third degree. On the 25th of April he broke into the promises of Nathan Lovi, No. 307 Ninth-avenue and carried away therefrom wearing apparel and a watch of the value of $100. Peter McCarthy, indicted for burglary in the second degree and grand larceny, was tried and convicted. It was proven beyond a doubt that on the night of the 22d of April he entered the lodging room of Ellen Haley, No. 9 Mulberry-street, from which he stole money, and articles of jewelry of the value of $511.
Sentenced To The State Prison.
Thomas Smith pleaded guilty to burglary in the third degree. On the night of the 4th of May he broke into the premises of Albert Karel, No 100 Prince-street, and stole wearing apparel of the value of $1,100. He was sentenced to the State Prison for five years. James Brady pleaded guilty of gran-1 larceny, having on the 7th of May met Robert McKinley, of No. 51 Oak-street, and knocked him down, and robbed him of a watch worth $45. The abundance of evidence admonished the prisoner that it would be dangerous for him to go to trial on an indictment of robbery in the first degree, hence his pleading guilty of grand larceny. He was sentenced to the State Prison for five years. Frank Gregory pleaded guilty of grand larceny, having, on the 6th of April last, stolen from Charles R. Schulz, of No. 333 Bowery, a watch and chain of the value of $145. He was sentenced to the State Prison for two years. The following is the
Calendar For To-day.
* The People vs. Charles A. Hamilton, grand larсеnу.
* The People vs. William Wilson, grand larceny.
* The People vs. Edward Merceran, forgery in the third degree.
* The People vs. Charles Frederico, felonious assault and battery.
* The People vs. John Rogers, disorderly house and assault and battery.
* The People vs. Charles Lindauer, grand larceny.
* The People vs. Anna Stevens, grand larceny.
* The People vs. John Harrison, burglary and grand larceny.
* The People vs. Charles Petrie, robbery in the first degree.
# How to Read/Chapter 4

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CHAPTER IV
WHAT'S THE USE? I
We have now completed the first portion of our inquiry. We have found out what reading really is. We have found out how we do it. And from this knowledge we have drawn our preliminary conclusions as to the true nature of "learning to read" and as to the first steps necessary for setting about this endlessly interesting self-enhancement.
We have satisfied ourselves that this learning is not a dull, two-year task in a primary school, as usually assumed. We know, indeed, that it is no once-for-all acquirement (like learning the Greek alphabet or learning to extract cube roots) in any educational curriculum. We see, on the contrary, that it is a till-death-us-do-part sort of learning. For we see that it consists in a lifelong, year-by-year, progressive learning to put the constantly accumulating store of our own personal experience into fuller and fuller order, by using it for the "producing," on the stage of our own ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/99 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/100 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/101 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/102 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/103 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/104 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/105 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/106 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/107 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/108 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/109 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/110 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/111 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/112 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/113 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/114 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/115 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/116 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/117 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/118 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/119 ​Page:How To Read (Kerfoot).djvu/120 ​play, and of what forms of these activities we will elect to employ for purposes of relief and relaxation.
Later on, in the chapter on "A Sense of Direction," we shall return to this matter of intelligent choice. But before doing this it is necessary for us to gain, at first-hand, a more vivid realization and a more intimate understanding of the many-sidedness that we have above referred to. We must find out exactly what we mean by calling reading an exploration of two worlds—the world outside us and the world within.