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

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A Louisiana Bayou
THE UNDER LAND
WHEN the Chatas looked into the still depths of Bayou Lacombe, Louisiana, they said that the reflection of the sky was the empyrean of the Under Land, whither all good souls were sure to go after death. Their chief, Opaleeta, having fallen into this bayou, was so long beneath the water that he was dead when his fellows found him, but by working over him for hours, and through resort to prayers and incantations of medicine men, his life returned and he stood on his feet once more. Then he grieved that his friends had brought him back, for he had been at the gates of the Under Land, where the air is blithe and balmy, and so nourishing that people live on it; where it is never winter; where the sun shines brightly, but never withers and parches; and where stars dance to the swing of the breezes. There no white man comes to rob the Indian and teach him to do wrong. Gorgeous birds fly through changing skies that borrow the tints of flowers, the fields are spangled with blossoms of red and blue and gold that load each wind with perfume, the grass is as fine as the hair of deer, and the streams are thick with honey.
At sunset those who loved each other in life are gathered to their lodges, and raise songs of joy and thankfulness. Their voices are soft and musical, their faces are young again and beam with smiles, and there is no death. It was only the chiefs who ​heard his story, for, had all the tribe known it, many who were old and ill and weary would have gone to the bayou, and leaped in, to find that restful, happy Under Land. Those who had gone before they sometimes tried to see, when the lake was still and dappled with pictures of sunset clouds, but the dead never came back—they kept away from the margin of the water lest they should be called again to a life of toil and sorrow. And Opaleeta lived for many years and ruled his tribe with wisdom, yet he shared in few of the merrymakings of his people, and when, at last, his lodge was ready in the Under Land, he gave up his life without a sigh.
# Spectacles and Eyeglasses/Preface

Since the publication of the first edition the author has frequently had the pleasure of hearing from students of ophthalmology that they had found in it information of which they had often experienced the need, but which is not usually supplied by works on their special subject. In preparing the present edition the aim has been to add an account of such real and lasting improvements in spectacles as have been introduced since the first edition was published.
The portions relating to prisms have been revised and rewritten in accordance with the now well established reform in the numeration of prisms. Several new tables and a few new cuts have been added. Simplicity of diction has been kept in view, to the end that the book might present its subject, not only fresh, but in a form readily intelligible to the elementary student.
August, 1895.
This little work is the outgrowth of the instruction on the subject of prescribing spectacle frames which has been given to successive classes at the Philadelphia Polyclinic and College for Graduates in Medicine. The book, like the teaching referred to, is intended to supplement studies ​in refraction, and to give the student that knowledge of the correct placing of the glasses before the eyes without which the most painstaking measurement of the refraction will frequently fail of practical result. With the popularization, as one may call it, of ophthalmology in the profession, many physicians who prescribe glasses are compelled, by the lack of skilled opticians in their neighborhood, to themselves furnish the spectacles to the patient. To these, it is believed, the knowledge which I have endeavored to impart in these pages will prove especially useful.
Of late years much advance has been made in the art of making efficient, comfortable, and handsome contrivances for holding glasses before the eyes, and the increased use of prismatic and cylindrical lenses has given the fitting of the frames increased importance. Text-books of refraction remain, however, almost devoid of reference to the subject, the scant literature of which is scattered through opticians' trade publications and a few medical periodicals. Free application has been made to such sources, and the indebtedness incurred duly acknowledged in the text.
My thanks are due to my friend and instructor, Dr. Edward Jackson, for many valuable suggestions in writing this treatise, and, indeed, for directing my attention to the need of a book on spectacles.
Dr. George M. Gould kindly furnished me with some references used in the introduction, and I am indebted to Messrs. Wall & Ochs, Bonschur & Holmes, and J. W. Queen & Co. for a number of cuts.
March, 1892.
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Wha is that at my Bower Door?

WHA IS THAT AT MY BOWER DOOR?
# Wha is that at my Bower Door?

* "Wha is that at my Bower Door?", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
* "Wha is that at my Bower Door", in The Merry Muses of Caledonia (1911)
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/I do confess thou art sae fair

I DO CONFESS THOU ART SAE FAIR.
# Out Over the Forth

"The first stanza by Burns, the second and third by an Amateur. The first stanza was originally adapted to the air entitled 'Charles Gordon's Welcome Home.'"—Alexander Whitelaw, The Book of Scottish Song (1843)
* "The Campbell's Pibroch" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843)
* "Out over the Forth", in The Poetical Works of Robert Burns (1887), edited by Alexander Smith
* "Out over the Forth" in The Hundred Best Poems (lyrical) in the English language - second series (1904)
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Out over the Forth

OUT OVER THE FORTH.
# The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Tho' cruel Fate

THO' CRUEL FATE.
# 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Perth (Australia)

See also Perth, Western Australia on Wikipedia; and our 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica disclaimer.
​PERTH, the capital of Western Australia, situated on the Swan River, 12 m. by rail from the sea at Fremantle, and about 1700 m. W.N.W. of Melbourne. It is the seat of both Anglican and Roman Catholic bishops, and has two cathedrals. The fashionable street is St George’s Terrace; in it are situated the public library, the government boys’ school, the stock exchange, the town-hall, the government offices and the parliament buildings. Between it and the broad reach of the river known as Perth Water lie the governor’s residence and domain. The ​town-hall, built entirely by convict labour, stands on an eminence in the very heart of the city; opposite to it are the government offices, housed in a four-storeyed structure in the style of the French Renaissance. The mint, opened in 1899, is a massive freestone building. There are a public library, built as a memorial of Queen Victoria’s Jubilee in 1887, a Scots college, two good theatres, a mechanics’ institute, a museum, and a fine Wesleyan church-house, known as Queen’s Hall. The Perth Park, containing about 1200 acres, is connected by tram with the city, and in it is a well-equipped observatory. There are several smaller parks and squares in the city, while the esplanade gardens are a feature of the place, being thrown out like a pier into Perth Water. There is a good cricket ground, and three race-courses are in easy reach. South Perth, on the other side of the river, is connected by bridges and steam ferry; and adjoining the city on the north-west are the suburban municipalities of Leederville and Subiaco. Outlying suburbs are Belmont, Victoria Park, Burswood, Claremont, Cottesloe, Peppermint Grove and Bayswater. The city is lighted by electricity, and has a good service of electric trams. Perth has an agreeable climate, the mean temperature is 64·9° F., and the average rainfall 33 in. Perth was founded in 1829, received its municipal charter in 1856, and was created a city in 1880. Between 1891 and 1901 the growth of the city was remarkedly rapid; in 1891 the population was only 8447, but in 1901 it had grown to 27,471 in the city proper, and to 36,199 including the suburbs.
# The Moon Maid

THE MOON MAID
The Moon Maid
THE MOONMAID
BY
EDGARRICEBURROUGHS
AUTHOR OF
THE TARZAN BOOKS, THE MARTIAN STORIES, THE CAVE GIRL, THE BANDIT OF HELL’S BEND, Etc.
NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS
Copyright Edgar Rice Burroughs Inc. 1926
Published February, 1926
Copyrighted in Great Britain
Printed in the United States of America
CONTENTS
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
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# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/11th Congress/1st Session/Chapter 6

Chap. VI.—An Act authorizing the discharge of John Heard from his imprisonment.
Discharged from imprisonment.Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled, That John Heard, late collector of the port of Amboy, in the State of New Jersey, be discharged from his imprisonment, upon a judgment obtained against him in favor of the United States: Provided, however, That he shall first assign and convey all the estate, real and personal, which he may now own, or be entitled to, to some person or persons, for the use and benefit of the United States, under the direction of the Secretary of the Treasury: And provided also, That the said judgment shall remain in full force against any estate which the said John Heard may hereafter acquire, and that process may at any time be thereupon issued against the same.
Approved, June 20, 1809.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 1/The Courtship of Myles Standish

See also The Courtship of Miles Standish by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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THE COURTSHIP OF MYLES STANDISH
MYLES STANDISH, compact, hard-headed little captain of the Puritan guard at Plymouth, never knew the meaning of fear until he went a-courting Priscilla Mullins—or was she a Molines, as some say? He had fought white men and red men and never recked of danger in the doing it, but his courage sank to his boots whenever this demure maiden glanced at him, as he thought, with approval. Odd, too, for he had been married once, and Rose was not so long dead that he had forgotten the ways and likings of women; but he made no progress in his suit, and finally chose John Alden to urge it for him. John—who divides with Mary Chilton the honor of being first to land on Plymouth Rock—was a well-favored lad of twenty-two. Until he could build a house for himself he shared Standish's cottage and looked up to that worthy as a guardian, but it was a hard task ​that was set for him now. He went to goodman Mullins with a slow step and sober countenance and asked leave to plead his protector's cause. The father gave it, called his daughter in, and left them together; then, with noble faith to his mission, the young man begged the maiden's hand for the captain, dwelling on his valor, strength, wisdom, his military greatness, his certainty of promotion, his noble lineage, and all good attributes he could endow him with.
Priscilla kept at her spinning while this harangue went on, but the drone of the wheel did not prevent her noting a sigh and a catch of the breath that interrupted the discourse now and then. She flushed as she replied, "Why does not Captain Standish come to me himself? If I am worth the winning I ought to be worth the wooing."
But John Alden seemed not to notice the girl's confusion until, in a pause in his eloquence, Priscilla bent her head a little, as if to mend a break in the flax, and said, "Prithee, John, why don't you speak for yourself?"
Then a great light broke on the understanding of John Alden, and a great warmth welled up in his heart, and they were married. Myles Standish—well, some say that he walked in the wedding procession, while one narrator holds that the sturdy Roundhead tramped away to the woods, where he sat for a day, hating himself, and that he never forgave his protégé nor the maiden who took advantage ​of leap year. However that may be, the wedding was a happy one, and the Aldens of all America claim John and Priscilla for their ancestors.
# United States Statutes at Large/Volume 6/11th Congress/1st Session/Chapter 13

Chap. XIII.—An Act authorizing the discharge of Joseph Wilkinson, junior, from his imprisonment.
Be it enacted, &c., That Joseph Wilkinson, junior, late collector of the port of Detroit, in the Michigan territory, be discharged from his imprisonment, upon a judgment obtained against him in favor of the United States: Provided, however, That he shall first assign and convey all the estate, real and personal, which he may now own, or be entitled to, to some person or persons, for the use and benefit of the United States, under the direction of the Secretary of the Treasury: And provided also, That the said judgment shall remain in full force against any estate which the said Joseph Wilkinson, junior, may hereafter acquire, and that process may, at any time, be thereupon issued against the same.
Approved, June 28, 1809.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/Horned Toad and Giants

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HORNED TOAD AND GIANTS
THE Moquis have a legend that, long ago, when the principal mesa that they occupy was higher than it is now, and when they owned all the country from the mountains to the great river, giants came out of the west and troubled them, going so far as to dine on Moquis. It was hard to get away, for the monsters could see all over the country from the tops of the mesas. The king of the tribe offered the handsomest woman in his country and a thousand horses to any man who would deliver his people from these giants. This king was eaten like the rest, and the citizens declined to elect another, because they were beginning to lose faith in kings. Still, there was one young brave whose single thought was how to defeat the giants and save his people.
As he was walking down the mesa he saw a lizard, of the kind commonly known as a horned toad, lying under a rock in pain. He rolled the stone away and was passing on, when a voice, that seemed to come out of the earth, but that really came from the toad, asked him if he wished to destroy the giants. He desired nothing so much. "Then take my horned crest for a helmet."
Lolomi—that was the name of him—did as he was bid, and found that in a moment the crest had swelled and covered his head so thickly that no club could break through it.
A Moqui Village
​"Now take my breastplate," continued the toad. And though it would not have covered the Indian's thumb-nail, when he put it on it so increased in bulk that it corsleted his body and no arrow could pierce it.
"Now take the scales from my eyes," commanded the toad, and when he had done so Lolomi felt as light as a feather.
"Go up and wait. When you see a giant, go toward him, looking in his eyes, and he will walk backward. Walk around him until he has his back to a precipice, then advance. He will back away until he reaches the edge of the mesa, when he will fall off and be killed."
Lolomi obeyed these instructions, for presently a giant loomed in the distance and came striding across the plains half a mile at a step. As he drew near he flung a spear, but it glanced from the Indian's armor like hail from a rock. Then an arrow followed, and was turned. At this the giant lost courage, for he fancied that Lolomi was a spirit. Fearing a blow if he turned, he kept his face toward Lolomi, who manœuvred so skilfully that when he had the giant's back to the edge of a cliff he sprang at him, and the giant, with a yell of alarm, fell and broke his bones on the rocks below. So Lolomi killed many giants, because they all walked back before him, and after they had fallen the people heaped rocks on their bodies. To this day the place is known as "the giants' fall." Then the tribe ​made Lolomi king and gave him the most beautiful damsel for a wife. As he was the best king they ever had, they treasured his memory after he was dead, and used his name as a term of greeting, so that "Lolomi" is a word of welcome, and will be until the giants come again.
# Stewart v. Massachusetts

Supreme Court of the United States
408 U.S. 845
Stewart v. Massachusetts
Appeal from the Supreme Judicial Court of Massachusetts
No. 71-5446. Argued: N/A --- Decided: June 29, 1972
Imposition and carrying out of death penalty in this case held to constitute cruel and unusual punishment in violation of Eighth and Fourteenth Amendments. Furman v. Georgia, ante, p. 238.
— Mass —, 270 N.E. 2d 811, vacated and remanded.
PER CURIAM.
# Stewart v. Massachusetts/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Per Curiam Opinion of the Court
[p845] PER CURIAM.
The appellant in this case was sentenced to death. The imposition and carrying out of that death penalty constitutes cruel and unusual punishment in violation of the Eighth and Fourteenth Amendments. Furman v. Georgia, ante, p. 238. The motion for leave to proceed in forma pauperis is granted. The judgment is therefore vacated insofar as it leaves undisturbed the death penalty imposed, and the case is remanded for further proceedings.
# People

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## Encyclopedia articles

* "People," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)

## Newspapers

* The People (1881–present), a British newspaper
* The People (1891–present), an American socialist newspaper

## Poems

* "The People" ("'What have I earned for all that work,' I said,"), a poem by William Butler Yeats

## See also

* Masses
# Masses

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* "Masses" (1916), a poem by Carl Sandburg
* The Masses (1911—1917), a socialist periodical
   * "The Masses", an illustration, published in the first issue of this periodical, by Oscar Cesare

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# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/Besieged by Starvation

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BESIEGED BY STARVATION
A HUNDRED years before the white men set up their trading-posts on the Arkansas and Platte, a band of mountain hunters made a descent on what they took to be a small company of plains-men, but who proved to be the enemy in force, and who, in turn, drove the Utes—for the aggressors were of that tribe—into the hills. Most of them took refuge on a castellated rock on the south side of Bowlder Canyon, where they held their own for several days, rolling down huge rocks whenever an attempt was made to storm the height; wherefore, seeing that the mountain was too secure a stronghold to be taken in that way, the besiegers camped about it, and, by cutting off the access of the beleaguered party to game and to water, starved every one of them to death.
This, too, is the story of Starved Rock, on Illinois River, near Ottawa, Illinois. It is a sandstone bluff, one hundred and fifty feet high, with a slope on one side only. Its summit is of an acre in extent, and at the order of La Salle his Indian lieutenant, Tonti, fortified the place and mounted a small cannon on it. He died there afterward. After the killing of Pontiac at Cahokia, some of his people—the Ottawas—charged the crime against their enemies, the Illinois. The latter, being few in number, entrenched themselves on Starved Rock, where they kept their enemies at bay, but were unable to break their line to ​reach supplies. For a time they secured water by letting down bark vessels into the river at the end of thongs, but the Ottawas came under the bluff in canoes and cut the cords. Unwilling to surrender, the Illinois remained there until all had died of starvation. Bones and relics are found occasionally at the top.
There is yet another place of which a similar narrative is extant—namely, Crow Butte, Nebraska, which is two hundred feet high and vertical on all sides save one, but on that a horseman may ascend in safety. A company of Crows, flying from the Sioux, gained this citadel and defended the path so vigorously that their pursuers gave over all attempts to follow them, but squatted calmly on the plain and proceeded to starve them out. On a dark night the besieged killed some of their ponies and made lariats of their hides, by which they reached the ground on the unguarded side of the rock. They slid down, one at a time, and made off—all but one aged Indian, who stayed to keep the camp-fire burning as a blind. He went down and surrendered on the next day, but the Sioux, respecting his age and loyalty, gave him freedom.
# Myths and Legends of Our Own Land/Volume 2/A Yellowstone Tragedy

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A YELLOWSTONE TRAGEDY
ALTHOUGH the Indians feared the geyser basins of the upper Yellowstone country, believing the hissing and thundering to be voices of evil spirits, they regarded the mountains at the head
The Yellowstone
​of the river as the crest of the world, and whoso gained their summits could see the happy hunting-grounds below, brightened with the homes of the blessed. They loved this land in which their fathers had hunted, and when they were driven back from the settlements the Crows took refuge in what is now Yellowstone Park. Even here the soldiers pursued them, intent on avenging acts that the red men had committed while suffering under the sting of tyranny and wrong. A mere remnant of the fugitive band gathered at the head of that mighty rift in the earth known as the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone—a remnant that had succeeded in escaping the bullets of the soldiery,—and with Spartan courage they resolved to die rather than be taken and carried away to pine in a distant prison. They built a raft and placed it on the river at the foot of the upper fall, and for a few days they enjoyed the plenty and peace that were their privilege in former times. A short-lived peace, however, for one morning they are aroused by the crack of rifles—the troops are upon them.
Boarding their raft they thrust it toward the middle of the stream, perhaps with the idea of gaining the opposite shore, but, if such is their intent, it is thwarted by the rapidity of the current. A few among them have guns, that they discharge with slight effect at the troops, who stand wondering on the shore. The soldiers forbear to fire, and watch, with something like dread, the descent of ​the raft as it passes into the current, and, with many a turn and pitch, whirls on faster and faster. The death-song rises triumphant above the lash of the waves and that distant but awful booming that is to be heard in the canyon. Every red man has his face turned toward the foe with a look of defiance, and the tones of the death-chant have in them something of mockery no less than hate and vaunting.
The raft is now between the jaws of rock that yawn so hungrily. Beyond and below are vast walls, shelving toward the floor of the gulf a thousand feet beneath—their brilliant colors shining in the sun of morning that sheds as peaceful a light on wood and hill as if there were no such thing as brother hunting brother in this free land of ours. The raft is galloping through the foam like a race-horse, and, hardened as the soldiers are, they cannot repress a shudder as they see the fate that the savages have chosen for themselves. Now the brink is reached. The raft tips toward the gulf, and with a cry of triumph the red men are launched over the cataract, into the bellowing chasm, where the mists weep forever on the rocks and mosses.