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# The Five Nations/Cruisers

CRUISERS
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line; So we, her bold daughters by iron and fire, Accost and decoy to our masters' desire.
Now pray you consider what toils we endure, Night-walking wet sea-lanes, a guard and a lure; Since half of our trade is that same pretty sort As mettlesome wenches do practise in port.
For this is our office: to spy and make room, As hiding yet guiding the foe to their doom; Surrounding, confounding, to bait and betray And tempt them to battle the seas' width away.
The pot-bellied merchant foreboding no wrong With headlight and sidelight he lieth along, Till, lightless and lightfoot and lurking, leap we To force him discover his business by sea.
​And when we have wakened the lust of a foe, To draw him by flight toward our bullies we go, Till, 'ware of strange smoke stealing nearer, he flies— Or our bullies close in for to make him good prize.
So, when we have spied on the path of their host, One flieth to carry that word to the coast; And, lest by false doubling they turn and go free, One lieth behind them to follow and see.
Anon we return, being gathered again, Across the sad valleys all drabbled with rain— Across the grey ridges all crispèd and curled— To join the long dance round the curve of the world.
The bitter salt spindrift: the sun-glare likewise: The moon-track a-quiver bewilders our eyes, Where, linking and lifting, our sisters we hail 'Twixt wrench of cross-surges or plunge of head-gale.
As maidens awaiting the bride to come forth Make play with light jestings and wit of no worth, ​So, widdershins circling the bride-bed of death, Each fleereth her neighbour and signeth and saith:—
"What see ye? Their signals, or levin afar? "What hear ye? God's thunder, or guns of our war? "What mark ye? Their smoke, or the cloud-rack outblown? "What chase ye? Their lights, or the Daystar low down?"
So, times past all number deceived by false shows, Deceiving we cumber the road of our foes, For this is our virtue: to track and betray; Preparing great battles a sea's width away.
Now peace is at end and our peoples take heart, For the laws are clean gone that restrained our art; Up and down the near headlands and against the far wind We are loosed (O be swift!) to the work of our kind!
# The Five Nations/Half-Ballad of Waterval

HALF-BALLAD OF WATERVAL
When by the labour of my 'ands I've 'elped to pack a transport tight With prisoners for foreign lands, I ain't transported with delight. I know it's only just an' right, But yet it somehow sickens me, For I 'ave learned at Waterval The meanin' of captivity.
Be'ind the pegged barb-wire strands, Beneath the tall electric light, We used to walk in bare-'ead bands, Explainin' 'ow we lost our fight. An' that is what they'll do to-night Upon the steamer out at sea, If I 'ave learned at Waterval The meanin' of captivity.
​They'll never know the shame that brands— Black shame no livin' down makes white, The mockin' from the sentry-stands, The women's laugh, the gaoler's spite. We are too bloomin' much polite, But that is 'ow I'd 'ave us be ... Since I 'ave learned at Waterval The meanin' of captivity.
They'll get those draggin' days all right, Spent as a foreigner commands, An' 'orrors of the locked-up night, With 'Ell's own thinkin' on their 'ands. I'd give the gold o' twenty Rands (If it was mine) to set 'em free ... For I 'ave learned at Waterval The meanin' of captivity!
# The Five Nations/Buddha at Kamakura

BUDDHA AT KAMAKURA
"And there is a Japanese idol at Kamakura"
Oh ye who tread the Narrow Way By Tophet-flare to Judgment Day, Be gentle when the "heathen" pray To Buddha at Kamakura!
To him the Way, the Law, Apart, Whom Maya held beneath her heart, Ananda's Lord the Bodhisat, The Buddha of Kamakura.
For though he neither burns nor sees, Nor hears ye thank your Deities, Ye have not sinned with such as these, His children at Kamakura;
Yet spare us still the Western joke When joss-sticks turn to scented smoke The little sins of little folk That worship at Kamakura—
​The grey-robed, gay-sashed butterflies That flit beneath the Master's eyes— He is beyond the Mysteries But loves them at Kamakura.
And whoso will, from Pride released, Contemning neither creed nor priest, May feel the soul of all the East About him at Kamakura.
Yea, every tale Ananda heard, Of birth as fish or beast or bird, While yet in lives the Master stirred, The warm wind brings Kamakura.
Till drowsy eyelids seem to see A-flower 'neath her golden htee The Shwe-Dagon flare easterly From Burmah to Kamakura;
And down the loaded air there comes The thunder of Thibetan drums, And droned—"Om mane padme oms"— A world's width from Kamakura.
​Yet Brahmans rule Benares still, Buddh-Gaya's ruins pit the hill, And beef-fed zealots threaten ill To Buddha and Kamakura.
A tourist-show, a legend told, A rusting bulk of bronze and gold, So much, and scarce so much, ye hold The meaning of Kamakura?
But when the morning prayer is prayed, Think, ere ye pass to strife and trade, Is God in human image made No nearer than Kamakura?
# The Five Nations/Columns

COLUMNS
(MOBILE COLUMNS OF THE LATER WAR)
Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry (Time, an' 'igh time to be trekkin' again!) 'Oo is it 'eads to the Detail Supply? (A section, a pompom, an' six 'undred men).
'Ere comes the clerk with 'is lantern an' keys (Time, an' 'igh time to be trekkin' again!) "Surplus of everything—draw what you please "For the section, the pompom, an' six 'undred men."
"What are our orders an' where do we lay?" (Time, an' 'igh time to be trekkin' again!) "You came after dark—you will leave before day, "You section, you pompom, an' six 'undred men!"
Down the tin street, 'alf awake an' unfed, 'Ark to 'em blessin' the Gen'ral in bed! ​Now by the church an' the outspan they wind— Over the ridge an' it's all lef' be'ind For the section, etc.
Soon they will camp as the dawn's growin' grey, Roll up for coffee an' sleep while they may— The section, etc.
Read their 'ome letters, their papers an' such, For they'll move after dark to astonish the Dutch With a section, etc.
'Untin' for shade as the long hours pass, Blankets on rifles or burrows in grass, Lies the section, etc.
Dossin' or beatin' a shirt in the sun, Watching chameleons or cleanin' a gun, Waits the section, etc.
With nothin' but stillness as far as you please, An' the silly mirage stringin' islands an' seas Round the section, etc.
​So they strips off their hide an' they grills in their bones, Till the shadows crawl out from beneath the pore stones Towards the section, etc.
An' the Mauser-bird stops an' the jackals begin, An' the 'orse-guard comes up and the Gunners 'ook in As a 'int to the pompom an' six 'undred men. .
Off through the dark with the stars to rely on— (Alpha Centauri an' somethin' Orion) Moves the section, etc.
Same bloomin' 'ole which the ant-bear 'as broke, Same bloomin' stumble an' same bloomin' joke Down the section, etc.
Same "which is right?" where the cart-tracks divide, Same "give it up" from the same clever guide To the section, etc.
​Same tumble-down on the same 'idden farm, Same white-eyed Kaffir 'oo gives the alarm Of the section, etc.
Same shootin' wild at the end o' the night, Same flyin' tackle an' same messy fight By the section, etc.
Same ugly 'iccup an' same 'orrid squeal, When it's too dark to see an' it's too late to feel In the section, etc.
(Same batch of prisoners, 'airy an' still, Watchin' their comrades bolt over the 'ill From the section, etc.)
Same chilly glare in the eye of the sun As 'e gets up displeasured to see what was done By the section, etc.
Same splash o' pink on the stoep or the kraal, An' the same quiet face which 'as finished with all In the section, the pompom, an' six 'undred men.
​Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry (Time, an' 'igh time to be trekkin' again!) 'Oo is it 'eads to the Detail Supply? (A section, a pompom, an' six 'undred men).
# The Five Nations/General Joubert

GENERAL JOUBERT
(Died March 27th, 1900)
With those that bred, with those that loosed the strife, He had no part whose hands were clear of gain; But subtle, strong, and stubborn, gave his life To a lost cause, and knew the gift was vain.
Later shall rise a people, sane and great, Forged in strong fires, by equal war made one; Telling old battles over without hate— Not least his name shall pass from sire to son.
He may not meet the onsweep of our van In the doomed city when we close the score. Yet o'er his grave—his grave that holds a man— Our deep-tongued guns shall answer his once more!
# The Five Nations/Lichtenberg

LICHTENBERG
(N. S. W. CONTINGENT)
Smells are surer than sounds or sights To make your heart-strings crack— They start those awful voices o' nights That whisper, "Old man, come back." That must be why the big things pass And the little things remain, Like the smell of the wattle by Lichtenberg, Riding in, in the rain.
There was some silly fire on the flank And the small wet drizzling down— There were the sold-out shops and the bank And the wet, wide-open town; And we were doing escort-duty To somebody's baggage-train, And I smelt wattle by Lichtenberg— Riding in, in the rain.
​It was all Australia to me— All I had found or missed: Every face I was crazy to see, And every woman I'd kissed: All that I shouldn't ha' done, God knows! (As He knows I'll do it again), That smell of the wattle round Lichtenberg, Riding in, in the rain!
I saw Sydney the same as ever, The picnics and brass-bands; And the little homestead on Hunter River And my new vines joining hands. It all came over me in one act Quick as a shot through the brain— With the smell of the wattle round Lichtenberg, Riding in, in the rain!
I have forgotten a hundred fights, But one I shall not forget— With the raindrops bunging up my sights And my eyes bunged up with wet; ​And through the crack and the stink of the cordite (Ah Christ! My country again!) The smell of the wattle by Lichtenberg, Riding in, in the rain!
# The Five Nations/Dedication

DEDICATION
Before a midnight breaks in storm, Or herded sea in wrath, Ye know what wavering gusts inform The greater tempest's path; Till the loosed wind Drive all from mind, Except Distress, which, so will prophets cry, O'ercame them, houseless, from the unhinting sky.
Ere rivers league against the land In piratry of flood, Ye know what waters slip and stand Where seldom water stood. Yet who will note, Till fields afloat, And washen carcass and the returning well, Trumpet what these poor heralds strove to tell?
Ye know who use the Crystal Ball (To peer by stealth on Doom), ​The Shade that, shaping first of all, Prepares an empty room. Then doth It pass Like breath from glass, But, on the extorted vision bowed intent, No man considers why It came or went.
Before the years reborn behold Themselves with stranger eye, And the sport-making Gods of old, Like Samson slaying, die, Many shall hear The all-pregnant sphere, Bow to the birth and sweat, but—speech denied— Sit dumb or—dealt in part—fall weak and wide.
Yet instant to fore-shadowed need The eternal balance swings; That winged men the Fates may breed So soon as Fate hath wings. These shall possess Our littleness, And in the imperial task (as worthy) lay Up our lives' all to piece one giant day.
# The Golden Bough/Subject Index

CONTENTS
# The Folk-Lore Journal/Volume 6/Notices and News (December)

NOTICES AND NEWS.
The Japan Weekly Mail says, that the only calm and wholly undisturbed view of the late volcanic eruption of Bandai-San obtained by a human being was due to a fox. The Japanese believe that foxes bewitch good folks, and cause them to see all sorts of appalling unrealities. This was quite understood by a resident of the neighbourhood who happened to be ascending a hill opposite Bandai-San at the moment of the eruption. It appeared to him a much more probable and natural event that he should be bewitched by a fox than that a hitherto peaceful mountain should belch forth mud and fire. Accordingly, when the first explosion took place, he instantly recollected that he had seen a fox a short time previously, and concluded that all the commotion was a hallucination prepared for his special annoyance by reynard. Determined not to be overcome by such an agent of wanton mischief, he quietly sat down and watched the whole outburst, convinced that what he saw was an impalpable, intangible picture. It was only when he descended from his perch into the valley that he found what had really happened.
In an interesting paper on ancient tide-lore, which appears in The Transactions of the New Zealand Institute, Mr. W. Colenso, F.R.S., describes the old belief of the Maories as to the ebbing and flowing of the sea. These phenomena, it seems, they attributed to a huge ocean monster, whose home was low down in the depths beyond the ​horizon. It was supposed to do its work by powerful and regular respiration, or ingurgitation and regurgitation of the water. The monster's name was Parata; and any one overtaken by great misfortune is said to have fallen into Parata's throat. In a myth relating to the first peopling of New Zealand, one of the chief canoes, named the Arawa, is represented as being carried into the enormous mouth of the monster, and as being with difficulty extricated by Ngatoroirangi, the courageous and cunning tohunga (= priest, or wise man) on board, who recited his powerful charm for the purpose. The words of this charm or spell are still preserved.
# The Duel (Chekhov)

English-language translations of Дуэль include:
# The Duel (Field)

* "The Duel in Poems That Every Child Should Know, 1904.
* "The Duel in Poems of Childhood, 1904.
# The Duel (Conrad)

* The Duel, included in the collection A Set of Six
* The Point of Honor, published in US under this title
# The Duel

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* The Duel, a poem by George Gordon Byron
* The Duel (Дуэль, 1891), a short story by Anton Chekhov
* The Duel, a short story by Joseph Conrad (1908)
* The Duel, a poem by Emily Dickinson
* The Duel, a poem by Eugene Field
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Old Creole Days

Edition of 1920. See also Old Creole Days on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
OLD CREOLE DAYS, a collection of short stories published in 1879 by George W. Cable, then a young man living in New Orleans. The setting of the stories is that of the picturesque old French and Spanish city in the early years of the 19th century just as it was merging into the American city of later years. Against the background of the Rue Royale with its balconies, cafés and gardens, or the historic mansions on the bayous and the Mississippi, charming types of Creole men and women, with now and then picturesque backwoodsmen or more practical Americans, are portrayed in these stories, that may challenge comparison with the best short stories of modern literature. Mr. Cable is as supreme a master of style as he is of delicate characterization and romantic incidents. One cannot praise too highly the atmosphere of charm and distinction that he has thrown about one of the outstanding human situations in American history. While the author now and then reveals a tendency, so marked in his later writings, to suggest his own interpretation of social problems engendered by certain caste feelings, these stories have the freshness and the charm of a master artist. While it is difficult to speak too highly of the ‘Cafe des Exiles,’ ‘Tite Poulette,’ or ‘Madame Delicieuse,’ there is something more elemental in ‘Posson Jone’ and ‘Jean-Ah Poquelin.’ The last-named story, in its revelation of the hero's resistance to the American invasion and of a brotherly love that knows no limit in its self-sacrifice, is one of the moving tragic stories of modern times.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Old Curiosity Shop

Edition of 1920. See also Old Curiosity Shop on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
OLD CURIOSITY SHOP, a novel by Charles Dickens, written in 1840-41, as a serial for Master Humphrey's Clock, a weekly periodical based on the model of Addison's Spectator, to publish short stories, essays and miscellaneous papers. In the fourth number, acceding to the public request for another “long story,” Dickens commenced the ‘Old Curiosity Shop.’ It is a novel of a difficult trend with an involved plot. The character of Little Nell stands out as that of a precocious child of inherited tendencies in a somewhat overdrawn exhibition of pious seriousness and long submissive suffering, which plays upon the sympathy and emotions of sentimental readers. Jeffrey and Landor, however, compared the delineation of this character to that of Cordelia. The story is relieved by the lively wit of Dick Swiveler, the Marchioness, Quilp and the description of the wandering Bohemians which maintain the best characteristics of the humor Dickens had originated in the ‘Pickwick Papers’; ‘Nicholas Nickleby,’ etc.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Oliver (brother)

Edition of 1920. See also Oliver Ames, Jr. on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
AMES, Oliver, American manufacturer, brother of Oakes above: b. Plymouth, Mass., 5 Nov. 1807; d. 9 March 1877. His brother's partner, he was a sharer in all his business enterprises; president pro tempore of the Union Pacific Railroad 1866-68, formal president 1868-71; a director in the Credit Mobilier. After his brother's death he became head of the manufacturing firm. He was a member of the State senate, 1852 and 1857.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Ortmann, Arnold Edward

Edition of 1920. See also Arnold Edward Ortmann on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
ORTMANN, Arnold Edward, American Palæontologist: b. Magdeburg, Prussia, 8 April 1863. He studied at the universities of Jena, Kiel and Strassburg, gaining the Ph.D. diploma at Jena in 1885. After doing military service in Germany he was sent to Zanzibar, Africa (1890-91), in search of natural history specimens. He came to the United States in 1894, was made curator of invertebrate palæontology (1894-1903) at Princeton, and became (1903-) curator of invertebrate zoology at Carnegie Museum, Pittsburgh. He was professor of physical geography at the University of Pittsburgh from 1910. In 1911 he was given the degree of Sc.D. by the University of Pittsburgh. He was a member of the Princeton Arctic Expedition in 1899. He has written among numerous other works ‘Grundzüge der Marinen Tiergeographie’ (1886); Continuation of Die Decapodon in Bronn's Klassen und Ordnungen des Tierreiche's (1898-1900); ‘Tertiary Invertebrates of the Princeton Expedition to Patagonia’ (1902). Besides being associate editor of the American Naturalist he has written many articles for the periodicals.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Oliver Twist

Edition of 1920. See also Oliver Twist on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
OLIVER TWIST, begun while Dickens was still at work on ‘Pickwick Papers’ and published in 1837-38, was one of the earliest and is still among the best known and widely read of the author's novels. Almost more than any other of his stories, except ‘Pickwick,’ it is modeled upon that loose agglomeration of adventures known as the picaresque novel, most familiar to English readers in such stories as Smollett's ‘Roderick Random’ and ‘Peregrine Pickle,’ and of which the best known examples are ‘Gil Blas’ and ‘Don Quixote.’ It is, however, much more beneficent and moving than most of its prototypes and is full of sympathy and pathos. Oliver Twist, a waif, after being half-starved and ill treated in an orphan asylum, runs away to London, where he falls in with and is exploited by the underworld of the Jew, Fagin; Charlie Bates, the Artful Dodger; Bill Sikes and other disreputable people, but is finally rescued through the providential advent of the kindly disposed people of whose colorless amiability the Cheeryble brothers in ‘Nicholas Nickleby’ are the best known. Oliver finally appears to be a scion of respectable stock and the villains of various descriptions are condignly discomfited by a considerable variety of arrests, terrors, murders and mortal accidents. The story is one of the most rapidly moving and affecting of Dickens' earlier works in its sympathy with oppressed childhood, and the figures of the underworld are usually thought to be among the most interesting in Dickens' great gallery of such characters. Those of Bill Sikes and Nancy are particularly realistic, and though Fagin, Bumble and some of the others are somewhat grotesque, they have become household words. The higher classes are, as usual in Dickens' novels, less convincingly drawn and far less real.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Ogden, Robert Curtis

Edition of 1920. See also Robert Curtis Ogden on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
OGDEN, Robert Curtis, American merchant and philanthropist: b. Philadelphia, Pa., 20 June 1836; d. 1913. From 1885 he was a retail merchant, a member of the John Wanamaker firm. He is best known by his work in behalf of the cause of education in the South. He was president of the board of trustees of Hampton Institute, a trustee of Tuskegee Institute and president of the Southern Educational Board and the Conference for Education in the South. His efforts were directed chiefly toward providing education for both negroes and illiterate whites through Southern agencies and in friendly co-operation between Northerners and Southerners. In 1903 Tulane University gave him the degree of LL.D. in recognition of his services, and Union College and Yale University accorded him like recognition. He published ‘Samuel Chapman Armstrong,’ the Founder's Day address at Hampton Institute (1894); ‘Pew Rents and the New Testament’ (1892)’; ‘Sunday School Teaching’ (1894).
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Old Colony

Edition of 1920. See also Plymouth Colony on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
OLD COLONY, a name applied to the southeast part of Massachusetts, the section occupied by the Plymouth Colony, and later given to the State.
# The Encyclopedia Americana (1920)/Orchard, Harry

Edition of 1920. See also Albert Horsley on Wikipedia, and the disclaimer.
ORCHARD, Harry (real name Alfred E. Horsley), American assassin: b. Northumberland County, Ontario, Canada, 18 March 1866. He killed ex-Governor Steunenberg of Idaho with a bomb in December 1905, was arrested, brought to trial, sentenced to death and later received commutation to life imprisonment. He made what purported to be a complete confession in which he admitted himself a forger, arsonist and professional murderer. He claimed to have been employed by the Western Federation of Miners in the commission of his crimes
and laid definite charges against its leaders, Haywood, Moyer and Pettibone, who were tried for complicity in Orchard's crimes, but were acquitted. Orchard's confession, believed to be sincere by Rev. E. S. Hinks, dean of Saint Michael's Cathedral, Boisé, Idaho, absolved the general membership of the unions from knowledge of the acts of the leaders, but laid the most serious charges against the officers of the unions. The labor leaders denounced the confession as a conspiracy against labor organizations. It was published in serial form in McClure's Magazine and in book form, ‘The Confessions and Autobiography of Harry Orchard’ (1907).
# The Happy Stranger, or, The Fortunate Meeting/The Happy Stranger

THE HAPPY STRANGER.
# The Happy Stranger, or, The Fortunate Meeting/The Humble Beggar

THE HUMBLE BEGGAR.
# The Happy Stranger, or, The Fortunate Meeting/The Patriot Fair

THE PATRIOT FAIR.
# The Happy Stranger, or, The Fortunate Meeting/The Forsaken Nymph

THE FORSAKEN NYMPH.
# The Happy Stranger, or, The Fortunate Meeting/The True Hearted Maiden

THE TRUE HEARTED MAIDEN.