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# Aviation Accident Report: 1935 Lockheed Orion 9E crash

for the Bureau of Air Commerce
DEPARTMENT OF COMMERCE BUREAU OF AIR COMMERCE Washington
REPORT OF THE ACCIDENT BOARD BUREAU OF AIR COMMERCE
Statement of probable cause concerning an aircraft accident which occurred to a privately owned plane on August 15, 1935 At Walakpi, Alaska
To the Director of Air Commerce
On August 15, 1935 at about 6:00 p.m. at Walakpi, Alaska, about 15 miles south of Point Barrow, Alaska, an airplane, owned and piloted by Wiley Post and carrying Will Rogers, fell out of control while taking off which resultant death to both men and the complete destruction of the aircraft.
The airplane, at the time of purchase by Mr. Post, was a Lockheed Orion, model 9E, and bore a Department of Commerce license. Prior to the flight, however, the airplane was completely rebuilt and several major changes incorporated which changed it from the original model. This remodeling was inspected and approved for workmanship by the Department of Commerce and the remodeled airplane was issued Department of Commerce restricted license number NR-12283, which limited its use to long distance and special test flights. The pilot, Wiley Post, held a Department of Commerce transport pilot's license.
At Seattle, Washington, pontoons were substituted for the wheel landing gear. No inspection of the airplane was requested after this change. Mr. Rogers joined the flight at this point. At Fairbanks, Alaska, the airplane was partially refueled and flown to Lake Harding, about 40 miles away, to be completely refueled for the Point Barrow flight.
The take-off for Point Barrow was accomplished at some time between 1:30 and 2:30 p.m. When next heard of, the airplane had landed on a small lagoon about 15 miles south of Point Barrow where Mr. Post inquired the direction of Point Barrow.
Having obtained this information, he proceeded to take off from the lagoon and when an altitude of approximately 50 feet had been reached, the engine was heard to stop and the airplane fell to the water out of control. Both occupants were killed instantly.
A study of the effect of the various changes made on the airplane indicated that it was decidedly nose-heavy and must have been extremely difficult, if not impossible, to properly control without the aid of the engine. A statement made by the pilot after the change to pontoons confirms this conclusion.
The exact cause of the engine failure cannot be determined. The temperature at the time was about 40° and the failure could have been due to the engine having become cool while standing on the lagoon or to ice or water condensate forming in the carburetor.
It is the opinion of the Accident Board that the probable cause of this accident was loss of control of the aircraft at a low altitude after sudden engine failure, due to the extreme nose-heaviness of the aircraft.
ACCIDENT BOARD
Jesse W. Lankford, Secretary
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# Aviation Accident Report: 1935 Mayflower Transit Co crash

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DEPARTMENT OF COMMERCE BUREAU OF AIR COMMERCE Washington
REPORT OF THE ACCIDENT BOARD, BUREAU OF AIR COMMERCE
Statement of Probable Cause Concerning an Accident Which Occurred to a
Commercially Owned Airplane Near Glendo, Wyoming, on August 15, 1935
To the Director of Air Commerce
On August 15, 1935, at approximately 8 05 p.m., at a point about 43 miles west of Glendo, Wyoming, a commercially owned airplane, while on a cross-country flight, flew into a mountain with resultant death to all on board and the complete destruction of the aircraft.
The airplane, a Waco, model YKC, was owned by the Aero Mayflower Transit Co., Indianapolis, Ind., and bore Department of Commerce license No. NC-14140. The pilot, Richard A. Arnett, held a Department of Commerce transport pilot's license. The passengers were Mr. Burnside Smith and Mrs. Richard Arnett.
The airplane, en route from Helena to Denver, Colo., left Helena at approximately 4 00 p.m. The pilot, against advice to the contrary, decided to fly a direct route to Denver rather than go around, following the valleys and airways used by other pilots. The direct route took him across some of the most dangerous flying country in the west.
The airplane was next heard by a rancher in the vicinity of Lamario Peak, which is 10,000 feet high. Weather conditions were bad, there being fog and rain. The rancher states that the airplane circled several times and then proceeded in the direction of the Peak. From the wreckage, it is evident that the airplane, flying at an altitude of about 8,500 feet and blinded by fog around the mountain top, flew directly into the side of the mountain. Fire followed the impact.
It is the opinion of the Accident Board that the probable cause of this accident was poor judgment on the part of the pilot for attempting to unnecessarily fly over a hazardous route.
Respectfully submitted,
ACCIDENT BOARD
/s/ Jesse W. Lankford, Chief Safety Section (Secretary)
/s/ Richard C. Gazley, Chief Engineer Manufacturing Inspection Service
/s/ Joe T. Shumato, Jr., Chief General Inspection Service
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# Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/The Ferryman

2. THE FERRYMAN.
The Sava 'mid fastnesses roars, In billows it mightily pours, To its clutches the Danube it harries. A skiff scuds away from the side, With naught but a fisher as guide, At the oar he in weariness tarries. . .
"Old man, ho, the oars to thy hand, And swift to yon opposite land Shalt thou steer us through Sava's dark thunder!
Lo, glittering gold of the Turk Shall richly requite thee thy work. . . An thou wilt not,—thy head we will sunder!"
"Now silent are woodland and plain. The Slavs in yon stronghold have lain, Serene amid slumber abiding, Enwrapped in the mantle of night, We are sent to lay bare to our sight Whereabouts here our foes are in hiding. . ."
"For your gold I have never a thought! Doth it profit a fisherman aught? Unbribed will I steer o'er the river! My head, though 'tis verily grey, This night I'll not yield to your sway, But my will to your hests I deliver!"
Now streamward the ferryman fares, And swift the three watchers he bears. . . Rowing forth he with grimness then gazes On the waters to whom it were joy With the skiff in their eddies to toy And suck it deep down in their mazes. . .
"Yea, stalwart in sooth, is thy heart, Most meet for our guidance thou art; In these marches there dwelleth none rarer! Our chieftain's acclaim we shall earn, Fair bounty awaits our return, Ne'er yet was vouchsafed us a fairer!"
"Make ready!" the fisherman cried, And his oar he flung forth on the tide. . . "For us both here the payment is tendered!" "Curse thee, giaur!" came a shriek from the wave, From the Sava, their watery grave, Then all to the stillness surrendered. . . .
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# Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/The Impotence of Death

3. THE IMPOTENCE OF DEATH.
He, from whom death his life hath taken away Hath suffered naught, for it was ne'er his own: Who keeps his spirit's strength concealed, unknown, His whole life long in death's dominion lay.
But before death I like a spring shall stay, Whence unto rivers potency hath flown; Dread obstacles that in its course are sown, Hold it not back,—o'er lands and towns its sway
It casts around with undiminished might: And when the hour of my last breath is near, To gaze upon my end I shall not fear.
I shall dissolve, and many a stainless tear Shall be aquiver in that deathless light With whose array my spirit is bedight.
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# Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/The Goblet of my Heart

2. THE GOBLET OF MY HEART.
O, in how anxious wise my peaceful heart I bear, O, with what boundless dread I bear it on through life! I shun the road whereon fierce battle has its lair, I shun the sloping path, where jeopardy is rife. But for such care as this I gave it soothing calm, And for its sake I gaired a shelter from such care, A haven from all torment, silence, peaceful balm. O, in how anxious wise my peaceful heart I bear.
How anxiously I bear my goblet, crystal wrought, With it how fearfully my peaceful way I go, Far from carouses, where in burning pangs distraught, Revellers pledge a health from cups that overflow, Sadness has gnawed therein a rent for evermore, But for such care I slowly, patiently have brought The wine of tears, my heart's-blood, which therein I pour. . . How anxiously I bear my goblet crystal-wrought!
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# Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/The Greatest Joy

2. THE GREATEST JOY.
Can there, O soul, a joy more wondrous be, Than, when is drawing near the hour to die, And with the jaws of boorish death hard by, To tell the world : All have I given thee.
'Tis only cravens fear mortality. But I am strong, nor have a bondsman's eye: Nay, proud as monarch o'er his realms, this cry My lips shall utter, when no more I see.
And I shall tell to death, what in my heart Of Hamlet's nature I became aware, When by a swarm of sorrows I was riven:
—Naught from me hast thou power to rend apart: For in this world my body hath no share, And to the next my spirit has been given.
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# Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/The Demigod

N. S. SERGEYEV-TSENSKY: THE DEMIGOD.
At wealthy Corinth, in the house of Megacles, the highly revered, the minstrels stood and chanted their melodies.
There were two of them—a youth and an old man.
At first the old man sang in a quavering and feeble voice, and the youth accompanied him sadly upon a seven-stringed lyre.
What can the old man be singing about? He sang about the olden time when the sun glowed more ardently, when fruits grew more amply, when wine was more intoxicating. He sang about the olden time, when heroes lived whose places none had come to take. He sang how in the gloomy chasms of Hades rove the mournful shadows of mortals.
A feast was being held in the house of Megacles. On the long couch behind the table the guests reclined and drank thick Cyprus wine from costly goblets.
And none listened to the old man.
But he ceased, and the youthful minstrel began to sing. In a sonorous and powerful voice he sang melodies which no man had hitherto heard. ​The melodies had been fashioned by a mighty master, and they celebrated the praises of the proud mind of man.
"Man is a demigod," ran the words of them, "but the time will come when he shall be a god.”
"Man is plunged in dreams," ran the words of them, "but the time will come when the dreams shall be reality."
"Yonder, amid the glimmering depths of future ages, his gaze is fixed, as if it were riveted there."
"The time will come when even the young men shall not stammer about what has been."
"Utterly filled with the present, utterly the creator of the future, unsubmissive and holding sway over all, man shall stand upon earth vanquished by him."
"And when he has gained sway over all, he shall be a god."
The final cadences of his voice and the strains of the lyre were just resounding, when the guests of Megacles rose up from the table to gaze upon the minstrel.
And he stood there youthful and comely, with black tresses and a proud glance.
"Who fashioned these melodies?" the guests inquired.
"I heard them," replied the minstrel, "when I was yet a lad, in my native Eanthus, from Demades, an exile from Athens."
​On the next day, three rich youths journeyed across the Gulf of Corinth to tiny Eanthus, that they might reverence Demades, even as a demigod.
"He must be tall as this mast!" said one of them, with eyes flashing.
"He must be mighty as this sea during a tempest!" said the second.
"He must be beautiful as the evening star in yonder sky!" said the third dreamily.
In tiny Eanthur, Demades the exile from Athens, was pointed out to them.
On a dirty mat in a courtyard sat a decrepit cripple. His head was grey with the remains of dishevelled, matted hair.
With lean and grimy hands he was intently and eagerly searching for vermin in his tattered tunic.
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# Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/The Hideous Spectre

2. THE HIDEOUS SPECTRE.
Ugh. . . 'tis a hideous phantom! So say the justices of the golden city, So says the sage leader of the people, Patriot ladies shake their dainty heads, So says Rothschild and Gutman, Count Laryš and Vlček, And his Lordship Marquis Géro,— When from the throng of the seventy thousand I rose up aloft. So did they smite me with a whip! Like to the Vitkovice furnaces blazed my single eye, A bloodstained gown fluttered from my shoulders, Upon one I bore the German school, Upon the other I bore the Polish church, In my right hand the heavy hammer I bore (My left was struck off by a boulder of coal, My eye was scorched out by the plaze of a flame)
And in my heart were the curses and hatred of seventy thousand. God knows, I am hideous! From me the stench of a corpse is wafted, Upon hand, upon foot, my flesh is bursting; Knowest thou the forges at Baška? So my eye blazes, A bloodstained gown flutters from my shoulders, In my right hand the pitman's hammer I bear, My left was struck off by a boulder of coal, My eye was scorched out by the blaze of a flame— Upon my back squat a hundred murderers from Modrá (Like savage rats they gnaw into my neck) Upon my hips squat a hundred Jews from Polská— Jeer ye, my God, jeer ye! Such my array, I, Petr Bezruč, Bezruč of Těšín, Bard of an enslaved nation. Why are the youth of Vltava becomes as a captive flittermouse? Did not the Romans upraise Spartacus as leader. So shall I stand,—long since have perished my nation,— A hundred years shall I stand with my brow upraised to the skyline, With my smitten neck shall I touch the azure, I, Petr Bezruč, Ahasuerus of the Czech conscience, Hideous phantom and bard of a bygone nation.
* ↑ Galicia.
* ↑ The Moldau, on which Prague is situated.
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# Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/The City Afar

NIKOLAI MAXIMOVITCH MINSKY.
*THE CITY AFAR.
Down yonder, 'mid hills in a shimmering bend Lo, the city afar. Pale village and woodland before it extend, Where tintings of meadow and pasturage blend, The city gleams faintly afar.
Nor dwelling, nor yard—but in shadows of night, Something glides through the mist. As if listless o'er many a goul in its plight, As if weary o'er many a vision of might, O'er the city lies dimly the mist.
Live vapours of toiling and passionate cries Weave a darkening pall. Dust and smoke and the specks and the shadows that rise, And numberless hearts with their throbbings and sighs, Aloft weave a darkening pall.
'Twixt the din of the city's unrest and my gaze It is spread evermore. And its load nor the morn nor the noon can upraise, Gaols, churches and courtyards, meseems, are but haze,— In the farness they merge evermore.
But sometimes at sunset an arrowy ray Stabs the mist for a flash. And amid the night's darkness, then fading away, The city afar with its dreams of dismay Is revealed to the gaze for a flash.
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# Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/The Deserted Shrine

MILAN RAKIĆ.
THE DESERTED SHRINE.
Christ upon His cross lies in the ancient shrine. Down His riven limbs blood leaves its clotted trace; Dead His eyes and pale and lulled, Death's very sign; Welded silver weaves a halo o'er His face.
Gift of old-time lords and pious populace, Ducats on His throat, linked as a necklet, shine; On the frame the purest silver meshes twine, And the frame was carved by smith of Debar's race.
Thus, amid the lonely church, doth Christ abide, And while gradual darkness falls on every side, With a swarm of night-birds, on their prey intent,
In the lonely shrine, where vampires wheel around, Christ with hands outstretched, benumbed and horror-bound, Endlessly awaits the flock that ne'er is sent.
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# Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/The Dream

J. KARÁSEK ZE LVOVIC
1. THE DREAM.
Was it yesterday? Was it a hundred years since? I know not, but very weary and infirm I was, And my steps were the steps of a man who walks in a dream. And I went through darksome causeways And vacant and empty they were, and in them the wind moaned. So grievously moaned . . . And from a turret the hour chimed. . . And meseemed, That this voice summoned me into the vault of a temple, Where beneath heavy slabs with knightly ecutcheons Slumber my ancestors . . . Am I living or dead? I know not, but meseems, That although these causeways are strange and unknown to me, I have wandered therein of old,— Was it yesterday or a hundred years since? In this or in that life? I know not, but my gait is firm and unwavering As the gait of a man who wanders a wonted path.
And I hear the creaking of door-posts, And hands unseen are opening Heavy portals of a gloomy palace. And I tread the stair-way of black marble And my steps call into the darkness And dead spaces answer unto them— And I stride so firmly through darkness of passages And pace the emptiness of ancient halls, Ancestral halls, At the sides of which I forebode pictures of grandsires And tatters of captured banners And rusted weapons from old-time combats, Which savour of murder. . . And I feel the mildew that bedecks all, And the air, that the dead inhale. And I see flickering in the darkness Shadows of alarm and sorrowful crape. And I feel how my heart is beating vehemently, And my temples, how they are moistened with sweat And anguish clutches me for what I have endured, And what long is no more.
"Conversations with Death" (1904).
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# Bayne v. Wiggins

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United States Supreme Court
139 U.S. 210
Bayne v. Wiggins
R. Brown and M. F. Elliott, for plaintiffs in error.
S. A. Davenport, for defendants in error.
GRAY, J.

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# Bayou Folk

1894 one or more chapters are available in a spoken word format.
Bayou Folk
by
Kate Chopin
Table of Contents
A No-Account Creole In and Out of Old Natchitoches In Sabine A Very Fine Fiddle Beyond the Bayou
Old Aunt Peggy The Return of Alcibiade A Rude Awakening The Bênitous' Slave Désirée's Baby
A Turkey Hunt Madame Célestin's Divorce Love on the Bon-Dieu Loka Boulôt and Boulotte For Marse Chouchoute A Visit to Avoyelles A Wizard from Gettysburg Ma'ame Pélagie At the 'Cadian Ball La Belle Zoraïde A Gentleman of Bayou Têche A Lady of Bayou St. John
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# Bayne v. United States

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93 U.S. 642
Bayne v. United States
APPEAL from the Circuit Court of the United States for the District of Maryland.
Argued by Mr. S. Teakle Wallis and Mr. Thomas W. Hall, Jr., for the appellants, and by Mr. R. T. Merrick for the appellee.
MR. JUSTICE DAVIS delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Bayou Folk/A No-Account Creole

A No-Account Creole
by
Kate Chopin
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# Articles of Religion

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** The Ten Articles (1536)
** The Six Articles (1539)
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** The Thirty-Nine Articles (1563)
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# Artillery

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# Appletons' Cyclopædia of American Biography/Fitzpatrick, John Bernard

Edition of 1900.
​FITZPATRICK, John Bernard, R. C. bishop, b. in Boston, Mass., 1 Nov., 1812; d. there, 13 Feb., 1866. He studied in the Boston Latin-school in 1828-'9, and in the latter year was sent to Montreal college, where he was appointed professor of rhetoric and belles-lettres while still a pupil. He completed his course of study in Montreal in 1837, and then took a course in the Grand seminary of St. Sulpice, Paris. He returned in 1839, and was ordained in 1840. His first mission was at the Boston cathedral. He was afterward appointed pastor of East Cambridge, where he succeeded in composing dissensions of long standing. He was nominated coadjutor bishop of Boston in 1844, and in 1846 succeeded Bishop Fenwick. His administration was signaled by many lamentable occurrences. In 1854 the Roman Catholic church of Dorchester was blown up by unknown persons, and the “Ellsworth outrage” took place, in which a priest was inhumanly treated by his fellow-citizens. He visited Rome in 1854, and on his return had a remarkable controversy with the Boston school board, which resulted in the repeal of rules that were obnoxious to the Roman Catholic pupils. The Roman Catholic population increased so rapidly under his administration that in 1853 two new dioceses were created out of that of Boston. When he entered on his episcopate there were forty priests and forty churches in his diocese; at its close there were three hundred priests and three hundred churches. He had also erected one of the finest orphan asylums in the country, a large reformatory, a hospital, a college, and had increased the number of religious communities and orders fivefold.