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# Historic Highways of America/Volume 2/Preface

PREFACE
THE brave missionaries in Canada called the Indian trails of the North "Roads of Iron" because they were so difficult to follow. Holland, writing of the famous Bay Path in Massachusetts, gave them the name "Threads of Soil." They were all that these names imply and much more. They opened a new continent to its explorers, conquerors, and pioneers.
This monograph purposes to show the routes of the more important Indian thoroughfares of America, to suggest the importance of study of them, to prove that the courses can be identified and followed today, and to induce readers whom this subject may attract to do some work along these lines. To one who is imaginative the old days will come back: the trail and forest are again peopled, border armies hurry by, and the long stream of immigration floods the land. The subject is of ​additional interest because of the acquaintance one must make with the earliest historical literature of the country—the journals and memoirs of brave men who saw this land as it will never again appear in human history. The field work required demands little or no expense, and is not without pleasure and fresh romance. It is safe to travel the Indian trails today; the poll-tax once collected by red-skinned highwaymen is not collected in these days. Not a lone Indian will be found overlooking "the place where he used to be born." Those who once pushed their horses down the Warriors' Path or went whooping down the Scioto or Mahoning are now hunting the souls of the moose and the beaver in the Land of the Souls, "walking on the souls of their snowshoes on the soul of the snow."
But they have left their trails behind them—and nothing else so interesting, so pregnant with varied memories, so rich in historical suggestion.
A. B. H.
Marietta, O., September 3, 1902.
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# Historic Highways of America/Volume 16/Preface

PREFACE
The fact that the words trace, trail, and road are often used interchangeably has made it necessary in this index to classify them as follows: all buffalo routes are given here as traces, Indian routes as trails, and white men's routes as roads. To know the history of a given road, therefore, it may be necessary to look for it under both its modern and its ancient name.
Of the extraordinary number of taverns on American pioneer roads a large portion went under the name of the landlord, as, Sampey's Tavern. In the following index these are all given under the landlord's name in the possessive case, as, Sampey's. Unimportant as many of these references are, they are genealogically of moment and must be preserved.
A. B. H.
Marietta, Ohio, January 26, 1905.
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# Grimm's Household Tales, Volume 1/The Water-Nix

Tale 79. Notes
79.— THE WATER-NIX.
A little brother and sister were once playing by a well, and while they were thus playing, they both fell in. A water-nix lived down below, who said, "Now I have got you, now you shall work hard for me!" and carried them off with her. She gave the girl dirty tangled flax to spin, and she had to fetch water in a bucket with a hole in it, and the boy had to hew down a tree with a blunt axe, and they got nothing to eat but dumplings as hard as stones. Then at last the children became so impatient, that they waited until one Sunday, when the nix was at church, and ran away. But when church was over, the nix saw that the birds were flown, and followed them with great strides. The children saw her from afar, and the girl threw a brush behind her which formed an immense hill of bristles, with thousands and thousands of spikes, over which the nix was forced to scramble with great difficulty; at last, however, she got over. When the children saw this, the boy threw behind him a comb which made a great hill of combs with a thousand times a thousand teeth, but the nix managed to keep herself steady on them, and at last crossed over that. Then the girl threw behind her a looking-glass which formed a hill of mirrors, and was so slippery that it was impossible for the nix to cross it. Then she thought, "I will go home quickly and fetch my axe, and cut the hill of glass in half." Long before she returned, however, and had hewn through the glass, the children had escaped to a great distance, and the water-nix was obliged to betake herself to her well again.
# Is The Position Of Atheism Growing Stronger?

B-758. (1936)
* Chapter I - The Odds Against The Atheist
* Chapter II - The Atheism Of Scientists
* Chapter III - The Significance Of Soviet Russia
* Chapter IV - Atheism In America And England
* Chapter V - The Spread Of Atheism In Europe
* Chapter VI - Sweeping The World
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# Is Shakespeare Dead?/Front matter

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IS SHAKESPEARE DEAD?
# Grimm Tales Made Gay/Envoi

Now don’t go and say you’d a dim  Idea of these stories before, For I’ve frankly confessed them from Grimm,  The monarch of magical lore: And if, by repeating, I took  Your time, I will candidly vow This moral (the last in the book)  Has never been published till now!
The Moral: The skeleton’s Grimm,  But I have supplied the apparel, So it’s fifty per cent. of it Him,  And it’s fifty per cent. of it Carryl. But still (from the personal severing,  For it isn’t my nature to grump,) I acknowledge a measure of Levering  Levering-ed the whole of the lump!
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# Grimm Tales Made Gay/How Jack Found That Beans May Go Back on a Chap

Without the slightest basis For hypochondriasis  A widow had forebodings  which a cloud around her flung, And with expression cynical For half the day a clinical  Thermometer she held  beneath her tongue.
Whene’er she read the papers She suffered from the vapors,  At every tale of malady  or accident she’d groan; In every new and smart disease, From housemaid’s knee to heart disease,  She recognized the symptoms  as her own!
She had a yearning chronic To try each novel tonic,  Elixir, panacea, lotion,  opiate, and balm; And from a homeopathist Would change to an hydropathist,  And back again,  with stupefying calm!
She was nervous, cataleptic, And anemic, and dyspeptic:  Though not convinced of apoplexy,  yet she had her fears. She dwelt with force fanatical Upon a twinge rheumatical,  And said she had a  buzzing in her ears!
Now all of this bemoaning And this grumbling and this groaning  The mind of Jack, her son and heir,  unconscionably bored. His heart completely hardening, He gave his time to gardening,  For raising beans was  something he adored.
Each hour in accents morbid This limp maternal bore bid  Her callous son affectionate  and lachrymose good-bys. She never granted Jack a day Without some long “Alackaday!”  Accompanied by  rolling of the eyes.
But Jack, no panic showing, Just watched his beanstalk growing,  And twined with tender fingers  the tendrils up the pole. At all her words funereal He smiled a smile ethereal,  Or sighed an absent-minded  “Bless my soul!”
That hollow-hearted creature Would never change a feature:  No tear bedimmed his eye, however  touching was her talk. She never fussed or flurried him, The only thing that worried him  Was when no bean-pods  grew upon the stalk!
But then he wabbled loosely His head, and wept profusely,  And, taking out his handkerchief  to mop away his tears, Exclaimed: “It hasn’t got any!” He found this blow to botany  Was sadder than were all  his mother’s fears.
 The Moral is that gardeners pine  Whene’er no pods adorn the vine.  Of all sad words experience gleans  The saddest are: “It might have beans.”  (I did not make this up myself:  ’Twas in a book upon my shelf.  It’s witty, but I don’t deny  It’s rather Whittier than I!)
# Grimm Tales Made Gay

This anthology of Carryl’s humorous light verse was published in October 1902 by Houghton, Mifflin & Co., Boston and New York. The volume was illustrated with drawings by Albert Levering. The book was dedicated “To Charles Walton Ogden”. The author included this foreword:
   NOTE I have pleasure in acknowledging the courteous permission of the editors to reprint in this form such of these verses as were originally published in Harper’s Magazine, The Century, Life, The Smart Set, The Saturday Evening Post, The Home Magazine, and The London Tattler. G. W. C.
The poems are parodies of Grimm's Fairy Tales.

## Contents

* How the Babes in the Wood Showed They Couldn't Be Beaten
* How Fair Cinderella Disposed of Her Shoe
* How Little Red Riding Hood Came to Be Eaten
* How the Fatuous Wish of a Peasant Came True
* How Hop O' My Thumb Got Rid of an Onus
* How the Helpmate of Blue-Beard Made Free with a Door
* How Rumplestilz Held Out in Vain for a Bonus
* How Jack Made the Giants Uncommonly Sore
* How Rudeness and Kindness Were Justly Rewarded
* How Beauty Contrived to Get Square with the Beast
* How a Fair One No Hope to His Highness Accorded
* How Thomas a Maid from a Dragon Released
* How a Beauty Was Waked and Her Suitor Was Suited
* How Jack Found That Beans May Go Back on a Chap
* How a Cat Was Annoyed and a Poet Was Booted
* How Much Fortunatus Could Do with a Cap
* How a Princess Was Wooed from Habitual Sadness
* How a Girl Was Too Reckless of Grammar by Far
* How the Peaceful Aladdin Gave Way to His Madness
* How a Fisherman Corked up His Foe in a Jar
* Envoi
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# Grimm Tales Made Gay/How Beauty Contrived to Get Square with the Beast

Miss Guinevere Platt Was so beautiful that  She couldn’t remember the day When one of her swains Hadn’t taken the pains  To send her a mammoth bouquet. And the postman had found, On the whole of his round,  That no one received such a lot Of bulky epistles As, waiting his whistles,  The beautiful Guinevere got!
A significant sign That her charm was divine  Was seen in society, when The chaperons sniffed With their eyebrows alift:  “Whatever’s got into the men?” There was always a man Who was holding her fan,  And twenty that danced in details, And a couple of mourners, Who brooded in corners,  And gnawed their mustaches and nails.
John Jeremy Platt Wouldn’t stay in the flat,  For his beautiful daughter he missed: When he’d taken his tub, He would hie to his club,  And dally with poker or whist. At the end of a year It was perfectly clear  That he’d never computed the cost, For he hadn’t a penny To settle the many  Ten thousands of dollars he’d lost!
F. Ferdinand Fife Was a student of life:  He was coarse, and excessively fat, With a beard like a goat’s, But he held all the notes  Of ruined John Jeremy Platt! With an adamant smile That was brimming with guile,  He said: “I am took with the face Of your beautiful daughter, And wed me she ought ter,  To save you from utter disgrace!”
Miss Guinevere Platt Didn’t hesitate at  Her duty’s imperative call. When they looked at the bride All the chaperons cried:  “She isn’t so bad, after all!” Of the desolate men There were something like ten  Who took up political lives, And the flower of the flock Went and fell off a dock,  And the rest married hideous wives!
But the beautiful wife Of F. Ferdinand Fife  Was the wildest that ever was known: She’d grumble and glare, Till the man didn’t dare  To say that his soul was his own. She sneered at his ills, And quadrupled his bills,  And spent nearly twice what he earned; Her husband deserted, And frivoled, and flirted,  Till Ferdinand’s reason was turned.
He repented too late, And his terrible fate  Upon him so heavily sat, That he swore at the day When he sat down to play  At cards with John Jeremy Platt. He was dead in a year, And the fair Guinevere  In society sparkled again, While the chaperons fluttered Their fans, as they muttered:  “She’s getting exceedingly plain!”
The Moral: Predicaments often are found  That beautiful duty is apt to get round: But greedy extortioners better beware  For dutiful beauty is apt to get square!
# Grimm Tales Made Gay/How Fair Cinderella Disposed of Her Shoe

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The vainest girls in forty states Were Gwendolyn and Gladys Gates; They warbled slightly off the air,  Romantic German songs, And each of them upon her hair  Employed the curling tongs, And each with ardor most intense  Her buxom figure laced, Until her wilful want of sense  Procured a woeful waist: For bound to marry titled mates Were Gwendolyn and Gladys Gates.
Yet, truth to tell, the swains were few Of Gwendolyn (and Gladys, too). So morning, afternoon, and night  Upon their sister they Were wont to vent their selfish spite,  And in the rudest way: For though her name was Leonore,  That’s neither there nor here, They called her Cinderella, for  The kitchen was her sphere, Save when the hair she had to do Of Gwendolyn (and Gladys, too).
Each night to dances and to fetes Went Gwendolyn and Gladys Gates, And Cinderella watched them go  In silks and satins clad: A prince invited them, and so  They put on all they had! But one fine night, as all alone  She watched the flames leap higher, A small and stooping fairy crone  Stept nimbly from the fire. Said she: “The pride upon me grates Of Gwendolyn and Gladys Gates.”
“I’ll now,” she added, with a frown, “Call Gwendolyn and Gladys down!” And, ere your fingers you could snap,  There stood before the door No paltry hired horse and trap,  Oh, no! —a coach and four! And Cinderella, fitted out  Regardless of expense, Made both her sisters look about  Like thirty-seven cents! The prince, with one look at her gown, Turned Gwendolyn and Gladys down!
Wall-flowers, when thus compared with her, Both Gwendolyn and Gladys were. The prince but gave them glances hard,  No gracious word he said; He scratched their names from off his card,  And wrote hers down instead: And where he would bestow his hand  He showed them in a trice By handing her the kisses, and  To each of them an ice! In sudden need of fire and fur Both Gwendolyn and Gladys were.
At ten o’clock, in discontent, Both Gwendolyn and Gladys went. Their sister stayed till after two,  And, with a joy sincere, The prince obtained her crystal shoe  By way of souvenir. “Upon the bridal path,” he cried,  “We’ll reign together! Since I love you, you must be my bride!”  (He was no slouch, that prince!) And into sudden languishment Both Gwendolyn and Gladys went.
The Moral: All the girls on earth  Exaggerate their proper worth. They think the very shoes they wear  Are worth the average millionaire; Whereas few pairs in any town  Can be half-sold for half a crown!
# Grimm Tales Made Gay/How Hop O' My Thumb Got Rid of an Onus

A worthy couple, man and wife, Dragged on a discontented life:  The reason, I should state, That it was destitute of joys, Was that they had a dozen boys  To feed and educate, And nothing such patience demands As having twelve boys on your hands!
For twenty years they tried their best To keep those urchins neatly dressed  And teach them to be good, But so much labor it involved That, in the end, they both resolved  To lose them in a wood, Though nothing a parent annoys Like heartlessly losing his boys!
So when their sons had gone to bed, Though bitter tears the couple shed,  They laid their little plan. “Faut b’en que ça sfasse. Quand meme,” The woman said, “J’en suis tout’ blème.  “Ca colle!” observed the man, “Mais ça coute, que ces gosses fichus! B’en, quoi! Faut qu’i’s soient perdus!”
(I’ve quite omitted to explain That they were natives of Touraine;  I see I must translate.) “Of course it must be done, and still,” The wife remarked, “it makes me ill.”  “You bet!” replied her mate: “But we’ve both of us counted the cost, And the kids simply have to be lost!”
But, while they plotted, every word The youngest of the urchins heard,  And winked the other eye; His height was only two feet three. (I might remark, in passing, he  Was little, but O My!) He added: “I’d better keep mum.” (He was foxy, was Hop O’ My Thumb!)
They took the boys into the wood, And lost them, as they said they should,  And came in silence back. Alas for them! Hop O’ My Thumb At every step had dropped a crumb,  And so retraced the track. While the parents sat mourning their fate He led the boys in at the gate!
He placed his hand upon his heart, And said: “You think you’re awful smart,  But I have foiled you thus!” His parents humbly bent the knee, And meekly said: “H. O. M. T.,  You’re one too much for us!” And both of them solemnly swore “We won’t never do so no more!”
The Moral is: While I do not Endeavor to condone the plot,  I still maintain that one Should have no chance of being foiled, And having one’s arrangements spoiled  By one’s ingenious son. If you turn down your children, with pain, Take care they don’t turn up again!
# Ives The Essays of Montaigne/Volume 1/To the Reader

ESSAYS OF MONTAIGNE
THE FIRST BOOK
TO THE READER
THIS is an honest book, reader. It gives you to know, at the outset, that I have proposed to myself only an intimate and private end; I have not considered what would be serviceable for you or for my renown; my powers are not equal to such a design. I have devoted these pages to the particular pleasure of my kinsmen and friends; to the end that, when they have lost me (which they must do ere long), they may find herein some touches of my qualities and moods, and that, by this means, they may cherish more completely and more vividly the knowledge they have had of me. Had I purposed to seek public favour, I should have better adorned myself, and presented myself in a studied attitude. I desire to be seen in my simple, natural, everyday guise, without effort and artifice; for it is my own self that I portray. My imperfections will be seen herein to the life, and my personal nature, so far as respect for the public has permitted this. I assure you that, had I been living among those nations which are said still to dwell under the benign license of the primal laws of nature, I should very readily have painted myself quite completely, and quite naked. Since, reader, I am thus, myself, the subject of my book, it is not reasonable that you should employ your leisure on so trivial and empty a matter.
So, farewell. From Montaigne, this first March, 1580.
* ↑ Ma forme naifve.
* ↑ Other dates are affixed to different editions.
# Jersey Journal/1930/Junior Yell

The poem, Junior Yell, by Naida Muriel Freudenberg (1915-1998) published in The Jersey Journal on February 11, 1930.
Junior Yell By Naida Freudenberg, Age 14,
9 Claremont Avenue, Jersey City, New Jersey.
Contributions large and small, Jersey Journal welcomes all. Members short, members tall, Jersey Journal be your call.
Members aid me in this cheer, Members do not try to sneer. Jersey Journal let us yell, Juniors, ain't club just swell?
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