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# Johnson v. Waters

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* Johnson v. Waters (108 U.S. 4)
* Johnson v. Waters (111 U.S. 640)
# Johnson v. Waters (108 U.S. 4)/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
108 U.S. 4
Johnson v. Waters
This motion is denied. It does not appear from the motion papers that the decree appealed from is collectible under ordinary execution. The fair inference from the statements in the papers is that the suit was instituted to subject the lands in dispute to the payment of a debt, and that no personal decree for money can be given against the appellants. The controversy seems to be as to the rights of the appellee in the lands. The present bond is sufficient in amount to protect him against loss pending the suit from sales for taxes, if he avails himself of the remedies by redemption and subrogation which the law affords. At any rate, the circumstances of the parties do not appear to have changed in this particular since the security was taken originally.

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# Johnson v. Wilkins

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# Johnson v. Wilkins (116 U.S. 392)

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United States Supreme Court
116 U.S. 392
Johnson v. Wilkins
Argued: January 11, 1886. ---
J. D. Thompson, for plaintiffs in error.
C. C. Yonge, Sr., for defendant in error.
WAITE, C. J.

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# Johnson v. Waters (108 U.S. 4)

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United States Supreme Court
108 U.S. 4
Johnson v. Waters
Henry B. Kelly and Julius Aroni, for the motion.
John A. Campbell, contra.
WAITE, C. J.

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# Johnson v. Waters (111 U.S. 640)

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United States Supreme Court
111 U.S. 640
Johnson v. Waters
John A. Campbell, for appellants.
Henry B. Kelly, Julius Aroni, and John G. Simrall, for appellee.
BRADLEY, J.

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# Johnson v. Wells Fargo & Company

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United States Supreme Court
239 U.S. 234
Johnson v. Wells Fargo & Company
Argued: October 12 and 13, 1915. --- Decided: November 29, 1915
Mr. Clarence C. Caldwell, Attorney General of South Dakota, and Messrs. L. T. Boucher, M. H. O'Brien, and Mr. Royal C. Johnson, former Attorney General, for appellant.
[Argument of Counsel from page 235 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Charles O. Bailey, Charles W. Stockton, John G. Milburn, and John H. Voorhees for appellees.
Mr. Justice Day delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Johnson v. Wilkins (116 U.S. 392)/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
116 U.S. 392
Johnson v. Wilkins
Argued: January 11, 1886. ---
There is nothing in this record from which it can fairly be inferred that the value of the matter in dispute exceeds $5,000. The suit was ejectment, begun in a state court and removed to the circuit court of the United States, for a lot in Pensacola, and the profits thereof since January 1, 1880, of the yearly value of $500. The value of the lot is not stated in any of the pleadings, but in the petition for the removal of the suit it is put at 'more than five hundred dollars.' The recovery was of the lot and rent at $15 per month from January 1, 1880, until March 1, 1883, or $570 in all. If this rental is to be taken as an indication of the value of the property, it certainly must be less than our jurisdictional limit. As it rests on the plaintiffs in error to show our jurisdiction either from the record or by affidavits, and this has not been done, the writ of efror is dismissed for want of jurisdiction.

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# In the Harbor/Chimes

Sweet chimes! that in the loneliness of night Salute the passing hour, and in the dark And silent chambers of the household mark The movements of the myriad orbs of light! Through my closed eyelids, by the inner sight, I see the constellations in the arc Of their great circles moving on, and hark! I almost hear them singing in their flight. Better than sleep it is to lie awake O'er-canopied by the vast starry dome Of the immeasurable sky; to feel The slumbering world sink under us, and make Hardly an eddy,--a mere rush of foam On the great sea beneath a sinking keel.
# In the Harbor/Elegiac Verse

I
Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands, Walking alone by the sea, hearing the wash of the waves, Learned the secret from them of the beautiful verse elegiac, Breathing into his song motion and sound of the sea.
For as the wave of the sea, upheaving in long undulations, Plunges loud on the sands, pauses, and turns, and retreats, So the Hexameter, rising and singing, with cadence sonorous, Falls; and in refluent rhythm back the Pentameter flows?
II
Not in his youth alone, but in age, may the heart of the poet Bloom into song, as the gorse blossoms in autumn and spring.
III
Not in tenderness wanting, yet rough are the rhymes of our poet; Though it be Jacob's voice, Esau's, alas! are the hands.
IV
Let us be grateful to writers for what is left in the inkstand; When to leave off is an art only attained by the few.
V
How can the Three be One? you ask me; I answer by asking, Hail and snow and rain, are they not three, and yet one?
VI
By the mirage uplifted the land floats vague in the ether, Ships and the shadows of ships hang in the motionless air; So by the art of the poet our common life is uplifted, So, transfigured, the world floats in a luminous haze.
VII
Like a French poem is Life; being only perfect in structure When with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
VIII
Down from the mountain descends the brooklet, rejoicing in freedom; Little it dreams of the mill hid in the valley below; Glad with the joy of existence, the child goes singing and laughing, Little dreaming what toils lie in the future concealed.
IX
As the ink from our pen, so flow our thoughts and our feelings When we begin to write, however sluggish before.
X
Like the Kingdom of Heaven, the Fountain of Youth is within us; If we seek it elsewhere, old shall we grow in the search.
XI
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.
XII
Wisely the Hebrews admit no Present tense in their language; While we are speaking the word, it is is already the Past.
XIII
In the twilight of age all things seem strange and phantasmal, As between daylight and dark ghost-like the landscape appears.
XIV
Great is the art of beginning, but greater the art is of ending; Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.
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# In the Harbor/Mad River

IN THE WHITE MOUNTAINS
TRAVELLER Why dost thou wildly rush and roar, Mad River, O Mad River? Wilt thou not pause and cease to pour Thy hurrying, headlong waters o'er This rocky shelf forever?
What secret trouble stirs thy breast? Why all this fret and flurry? Dost thou not know that what is best In this too restless world is rest From over-work and worry?
THE RIVER What wouldst thou in these mountains seek, O stranger from the city? Is it perhaps some foolish freak Of thine, to put the words I speak Into a plaintive ditty?
TRAVELLER Yes; I would learn of thee thy song, With all its flowing number; And in a voice as fresh and strong As thine is, sing it all day long, And hear it in my slumbers.
THE RIVER A brooklet nameless and unknown Was I at first, resembling A little child, that all alone Comes venturing down the stairs of stone, Irresolute and trembling.
Later, by wayward fancies led, For the wide world I panted; Out of the forest dark and dread Across the open fields I fled, Like one pursued and haunted.
I tossed my arms, I sang aloud, My voice exultant blending With thunder from the passing cloud, The wind, the forest bent and bowed, The rush of rain descending.
I heard the distant ocean call, Imploring and entreating; Drawn onward, o'er this rocky wall I plunged, and the loud waterfall Made answer to the greeting.
And now, beset with many ills, A toilsome life I follow; Compelled to carry from the hills These logs to the impatient mills Below there in the hollow.
Yet something ever cheers and charms The rudeness of my labors; Daily I water with these arms The cattle of a hundred farms, And have the birds for neighbors.
Men call me Mad, and well they may, When, full of rage and trouble, I burst my banks of sand and clay, And sweep their wooden bridge away, Like withered reeds or stubble.
Now go and write thy little rhyme, As of thine own creating. Thou seest the day is past its prime; I can no longer waste my time; The mills are tired of waiting.
# In the Harbor/Moonlight

As a pale phantom with a lamp Ascends some ruin's haunted stair, So glides the moon along the damp Mysterious chambers of the air.
Now hidden in cloud, and now revealed, As if this phantom, full of pain, Were by the crumbling walls concealed, And at the windows seen again.
Until at last, serene and proud In all the splendor of her light, She walks the terraces of cloud, Supreme as Empress of the Night.
I look, but recognize no more Objects familiar to my view; The very pathway to my door Is an enchanted avenue.
All things are changed. One mass of shade, The elm-trees drop their curtains down; By palace, park, and colonnade I walk as in a foreign town.
The very ground beneath my feet Is clothed with a diviner air; White marble paves the silent street And glimmers in the empty square.
Illusion! Underneath there lies The common life of every day; Only the spirit glorifies With its own tints the sober gray.
In vain we look, in vain uplift Our eyes to heaven, if we are blind, We see but what we have the gift Of seeing; what we bring we find.
# In the Harbor/Hermes Trismegistus

As Seleucus narrates, Hermes describes the principles that rank as wholes in two myriads of books; or, as we are informed by Manetho, he perfectly unfolded these principles in three myriads six thousand five hundred and twenty-five volumes. . . . . . . Our ancestors dedicated the inventions of their wisdom to this deity, inscribing all their own writings with the name of Hermes.--IAMBLICUS.
Still through Egypt's desert places Flows the lordly Nile, From its banks the great stone faces Gaze with patient smile. Still the pyramids imperious Pierce the cloudless skies, And the Sphinx stares with mysterious, Solemn, stony eyes.
But where are the old Egyptian Demi-gods and kings? Nothing left but an inscription Graven on stones and rings. Where are Helios and Hephaestus, Gods of eldest eld? Where is Hermes Trismegistus, Who their secrets held?
Where are now the many hundred Thousand books he wrote? By the Thaumaturgists plundered, Lost in lands remote; In oblivion sunk forever, As when o'er the land Blows a storm-wind, in the river Sinks the scattered sand.
Something unsubstantial, ghostly, Seems this Theurgist, In deep meditation mostly Wrapped, as in a mist. Vague, phantasmal, and unreal To our thought he seems, Walking in a world ideal, In a land of dreams.
Was he one, or many, merging Name and fame in one, Like a stream, to which, converging Many streamlets run? Till, with gathered power proceeding, Ampler sweep it takes, Downward the sweet waters leading From unnumbered lakes.
By the Nile I see him wandering, Pausing now and then, On the mystic union pondering Between gods and men; Half believing, wholly feeling, With supreme delight, How the gods, themselves concealing, Lift men to their height.
Or in Thebes, the hundred-gated, In the thoroughfare Breathing, as if consecrated, A diviner air; And amid discordant noises, In the jostling throng, Hearing far, celestial voices Of Olympian song.
Who shall call his dreams fallacious? Who has searched or sought All the unexplored and spacious Universe of thought? Who, in his own skill confiding, Shall with rule and line Mark the border-land dividing Human and divine?
Trismegistus! three times greatest! How thy name sublime Has descended to this latest Progeny of time! Happy they whose written pages Perish with their lives, If amid the crumbling ages Still their name survives!
Thine, O priest of Egypt, lately Found I in the vast, Weed-encumbered sombre, stately, Grave-yard of the Past; And a presence moved before me On that gloomy shore, As a waft of wind, that o'er me Breathed, and was no more.
# In the Harbor/Loss and Gain

When I compare What I have lost with what I have gained, What I have missed with what attained, Little room do I find for pride.
I am aware How many days have been idly spent; How like an arrow the good intent Has fallen short or been turned aside.
But who shall dare To measure loss and gain in this wise? Defeat may be victory in disguise; The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
# In the Harbor/Memories

Oft I remember those whom I have known In other days, to whom my heart was led As by a magnet, and who are not dead, But absent, and their memories overgrown With other thoughts and troubles of my own, As graves with grasses are, and at their head The stone with moss and lichens so o'erspread, Nothing is legible but the name alone. And is it so with them? After long years, Do they remember me in the same way, And is the memory pleasant as to me? I fear to ask; yet wherefore are my fears? Pleasures, like flowers, may wither and decay, And yet the root perennial may be.
# In the Harbor/Decoration Day

Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest On this Field of the Grounded Arms, Where foes no more molest, Nor sentry's shot alarms!
Ye have slept on the ground before, And started to your feet At the cannon's sudden roar, Or the drum's redoubling beat.
But in this camp of Death No sound your slumber breaks; Here is no fevered breath, No wound that bleeds and aches.
All is repose and peace, Untrampled lies the sod; The shouts of battle cease, It is the Truce of God!
Rest, comrades, rest and sleep! The thoughts of men shall be As sentinels to keep Your rest from danger free.
Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers; Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours.
# In the Harbor/Four by the Clock

"NAHANT, September 8, 1880, Four o'clock in the morning."
Four by the clock! and yet not day; But the great world rolls and wheels away, With its cities on land, and its ships at sea, Into the dawn that is to be!
Only the lamp in the anchored bark Sends its glimmer across the dark, And the heavy breathing of the sea Is the only sound that comes to me.
# In the Harbor/Inscription on the Shanklin Fountain

O traveller, stay thy weary feet; Drink of this fountain, pure and sweet; It flows for rich and poor the same. Then go thy way, remembering still The wayside well beneath the hill, The cup of water in His name.
# Jones’s Private Argyment

Sidney Lanier composed this poem in 1870 in Macon, Georgia. It is one of his Dialect Poems, which were written in various dialects of the rural 19th-century American South. The same man named Jones is the subject of Lanier’s poem “Thar’s more in the Man than thar is in the Land”.
That air same Jones, which lived in Jones,  He had this pint about him: He’d swear with a hundred sighs and groans, That farmers must stop gittin’ loans,  And git along without ’em:
That bankers, warehousemen, and sich  Was fatt’nin’ on the planter, And Tennessy was rotten-rich A-raisin’ meat and corn, all which  Draw’d money to Atlanta:
And the only thing (says Jones) to do  Is, eat no meat that’s boughten: ‘But tear up every I, O, U, And plant all corn and swear for true  To quit a-raisin’ cotton!’
Thus spouted Jones (whar folks could hear,  —At Court and other gatherin’s), And thus kep’ spoutin’ many a year, Proclaimin’ loudly far and near  Sich fiddlesticks and blatherin’s.
But, one all-fired sweatin’ day,  It happened I was hoein’ My lower corn-field, which it lay ‘Longside the road that runs my way  Whar I can see what’s goin’.
And a’ter twelve o’clock had come  I felt a kinder faggin’, And laid myself un’neath a plum To let my dinner settle sum,  When ‘long come Jones’s waggin,
And Jones was settin’ in it, SO:  A-readin’ of a paper. His mules was goin’ powerful slow, Fur he had tied the lines onto  The staple of the scraper.
The mules they stopped about a rod  From me, and went to feedin’ ‘Longside the road, upon the sod, But Jones (which he had tuck a tod)  Not knowin’, kept a-readin’.
And presently says he: “Hit’s true;  That Clisby’s head is level. Thar’s one thing farmers all must do, To keep themselves from goin’ tew  Bankruptcy and the devil!
“More corn! more corn! Must plant less ground,  And mustn’t eat what’s boughten! Next year they’ll do it: reasonin’s sound: (And, cotton will fetch ’bout a dollar a pound),  Tharfore, I’ll plant all cotton!”
# Joplin Tornado - May 22nd, 2011/Photos & Video

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# Joplin Tornado - May 22nd, 2011/Storm Reports

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# Joplin Mercantile Company v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
236 U.S. 531
Joplin Mercantile Company v. United States
Argued: January 11, 1915. --- Decided: February 23, 1915
Mr. Paul A. Ewert for petitioners.
Assistant Attorney General Wallace for respondent.
Messrs. E. G. McAdams, Norman R. Haskell, C. B. Stuart, A. C. Cruce, and M. K. Cruce as amici curioe.
[Amicus Curiae Information from pages 532-534 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Pitney delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Joplin Tornado - May 22nd, 2011/Radar

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# Joplin Tornado - May 22nd, 2011

A webpage by the United States National Weather Service Springfield, Missouri on the 2011 Joplin tornado.
​Joplin Tornado - May 22nd, 2011 Springfield, MO Weather.gov > Springfield, MO > Joplin Tornado - May 22nd, 2011 Weather Forecast Office
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Overview
On a hot and humid Sunday afternoon on May 22, 2011, a supercell thunderstorm tracked from extreme southeast Kansas into far southwest Missouri (NWS Springfield, County Warning Area). This storm produced an EF-5 tornado over Joplin, Missouri causing incredible devastation and a tragic loss of life. This storm along with others generated additional tornadoes, wind damage and flash flooding across far southwest Missouri.
A large portion of Joplin, Missouri was devastated by an EF-5 (greater than 200 mph) tornado resulting in 158 fatalities and over 1000 injured in the Joplin MO area. The Joplin tornado is the deadliest since modern record keeping began in 1950 and is ranked 7th among the deadliest tornadoes in U.S. history.
The tornado surpassed the June 8, 1953, tornado that claimed 116 lives in Flint, Mich., as the deadliest single tornado to strike the U.S. since modern tornado recordkeeping began in 1950. The deadliest tornado on record in the U.S. was on March 18, 1925. The Tri-State Tornado (MO, IL, IN) had a 291-mile path, was rated F5 based on a historic assessment, and caused 695 fatalities.
More information on 2011 Tornado statistics can be found at the following web site: http://www.noaanews.noaa.gov/2011_tornado_information.html
NOAA High Resolution Imagery of Joplin Tornado Damage
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The NWS Springfield, Mo., Weather Forecast Office issued a tornado warning at 5:17 p.m. (local time), with 17 minutes of lead time for touchdown and 19 minutes lead time before entering Joplin. The damage path began at South Black Cat Road and Newton Road.
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