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# Sunset Gun/Wisdom

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Wisdom
THIS I say, and this I know: Love has seen the last of me. Love’s a trodden lane to woe, Love’s a path to misery.
This I know, and knew before, This I tell you, of my years: Hide your heart, and lock your door. Hell’s afloat in lovers’ tears.
Give your heart, and toss and moan, What a pretty fool you look! I am sage, who sit alone; Here’s my wool, and here’s my book.
Look! A lad’s a-waiting there, Tall he is and bold, and gay. What the devil do I care What I know, and what I say?
# Sunset Gun/Verses in the Night

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VERSES IN THE NIGHT
(After an Evening Spent in Reading the Big Boys)
Honeymoon
“ponder, darling, these busted statues of yon moth-eaten forum be aware.” —E. E. Cummings.
PONDER, darling, these busted statues, Be aware of the forum, sweet; Feel the centuries tearing at youse— Don’t keep asking me when we eat!
Look, my love, where the hills hang drowsy; Cæsar watched them, a-wondering, here. Get yon goddesses, chipped and lousy— Don’t be trying to bite my ear!
Child, consider the clouds above you, Soft and silly, like baby goats— Don’t keep asking me don’t I love you! Judas! When will you know your oats?
Triolet
“Her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad drill.” —T. S. Eliot.
HER teeth were accidental stars With a talent for squad drill; The Pleiades, Orion, Mars— Her teeth were accidental stars, Assured celestial corporal’s bars, So straight they stood, and still. Her teeth were accidental stars With a talent for squad drill.
Mélange for the Unknown George
“George is a lion. . . . There is no pope.” —Gertrude Stein.
GEORGE is a lion; There is no pope; Death is the scion Of the house of Hope. George is a gazelle; There is no Freud; Charles Parnell Looked like Ernest Boyd. George is a llama; There is no stork; Papa loves Mama Like Jews love pork. There’s no Frances Newman— In a pig’s right eye! Death is as human As a mandrake’s cry. George is a racoon; he Insists there is art. Little Annie Rooney Is my sweetheart.
# The Blue Book/The Gallowstree Mystery

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As serialized in The Blue Book magazine, Vol 39, May 1924, pp. 1–29. Accompanying title illustration omitted. Only Part I & II of III. Published in book form as The Kang-He Vase (1924)
The Gallowstree Mystery
   That prince of story-tellers J. S. Fletcher, who wrote those delightful novels “Black Money” and “The Great Marquenmore Case,” here gives us his greatest achievement thus far—a veritably captivating mystery novel.
By J. S. Fletcher
* Part I May 1924
* Part II June 1924
* Part III July 1924
Copyright, 1924, by The Consolidated Magazines Corporation (The Blue Book Magazine). All rights reserved.
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# The Blue Book Magazine

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20th-century American magazine under various titles from 1905 to 1975. It was a sibling magazine to The Red Book Magazine and The Green Book Magazine.

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# The Blue Bonnets o'er the Border/The Heaving of the Lead

THE HEAVING OF THE LEAD.
For England, when, with fav'ring gale, Our gallant ship up channel steer'd—
And, scudding under easy sail, The high blue western land appear'd; To heave the lead, the seamen sprung, And to the Pilot cheerly sung, "By the deep—Nine.
And, bearing up—to gain the port. Some well-known object kept in viewy; At Abbey-tow'r, an Harbour-fort, Or Beacon, to the vessel true; While oft the lead the seaman dung, And to the pilot cheerly sung, "By the mark—Seven.
And as the much lov'd shore we near— With transport we behold the roof, Where dwelt a friend or partner friend, Of faith and love a matchless proof: The lead once more the seaman slung, And to the watchful Pilot sung, "Quarter less—Five!
Now to her birth the ship draws nigh, We take in sail—she feels the tide; "Stand clear the cable,—is the cry, The anchor's gone, we safely ride. The watch is set, and thro' the night, We hear the seamen with delight, Proclaim—"All's Well!
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Court de Gébelin, Antoine

Edition of 1879. See also Antoine Court de Gébelin on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​COURT DE GÉBELIN, Antoine, a French author, born in Nîmes in 1725, died in Paris, May 10, 1784. He was the son of Antoine Court, and early in life officiated for a short time as a Protestant preacher. Subsequently he devoted himself to the study of ancient mythology, in which, as in many other branches of knowledge, he was deeply learned. He established himself in Paris in 1763, and between 1775 and 1784 published his great work entitled Le monde primitif (9 vols.), in which he traces the history of the moral and intellectual world. The work was the fruit of 20 years' severe labor, and was to have embraced several additional volumes, the preparation of which was prevented by the author's death. The most valuable part of it, L'histoire naturelle de la parole, was republished separately in 1816. He sympathized deeply with the American struggle for independence, and in 1776 coöpeerated with Franklin and others in the publication of a work advocating the American cause, entitled Affaires de l'Angleterre et de l'Amérique. He early established in Paris a bureau for the collection and dissemination of facts and arguments in favor of Protestantism and liberty of conscience; and in later life he became president of a literary business association which involved him in financial ruin. He was the author of a defence of animal magnetism, and of a variety of works, historical, philosophical, and political.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Covington (counties)

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COVINGTON. I. A S. county of Alabama, bordering on Florida, drained by Conecuh and Yellowwater rivers; former area, 1,240 sq. m., but a portion has recently been taken to form Crenshaw county; pop. in 1870, 4,868, of whom 599 were colored. The surface is uneven, and mostly occupied by pine forests, the lumber obtained from which is the principal article of export. The soil is sandy and poor. The chief productions in 1870 were 63,389 bushels of Indian corn, 16,264 of sweet potatoes, 689 bales of cotton, and 9,646 gallons of molasses. There were 462 horses, 1,796 milch cows, 3,900 other cattle, 4,250 sheep, and 7,077 swine. Capital, Andalusia. II. A S. county of Mississippi, drained by affluents of Leaf river; area, 680 sq. m.; pop. in 1870, 4,753, of whom 1,647 were colored. Pine timber occupies portions of the surface, but it is not abundant. The soil is light and sandy. The chief productions in 1870 were 109,813 bushels of Indian corn, 28,042 of sweet potatoes, and 1,605 bales of cotton. There were 965 horses, 1,979 milch cows, 3,683 other cattle, 3,766 sheep, and 8,965 swine. Capital, Williamsburg.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Crow Wing

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CROW WING, a central county of Minnesota, bounded N. W. by the Mississippi river; area, about 590 sq. m.; pop. in 1870, 200. The Northern Pacific railroad crosses it, and the St. Paul and Pacific railroad is to be extended
through the S. W. part. The estimated value of farm productions in 1870 was $6,362; of live stock, $9,075. Capital, Crow Wing.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Cumberland River

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CUMBERLAND RIVER, a stream which rises in the Cumberland mountains near the S. E. boundary of Kentucky, flows W. and S. W., and enters Tennessee between Jackson and Overton counties. After a circuit of nearly 250 m. through the middle of Tennessee, it makes a bend to the N. W., recrosses the Kentucky border about 10 m. from the Tennessee river, and runs nearly parallel with that stream until it joins the Ohio at Smithland. Its whole course is estimated at over 600 m. At high water it is navigable by steamboats to Nashville, 200 m. from its mouth, and by small boats for nearly 500 m. Not far from Williamsburg, Ky., it has a remarkable vertical fall of 60 ft. It drains an area of about 17,000 sq. m.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Crediton

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CREDITON, a town of Devonshire, England, on the Creedy river, 7½ m. N. W. of Exeter; pop. in 1871, 6,565. Besides the parish church, an elegant Gothic structure with a beautiful altarpiece, there are several chapels for dissenters, and many schools, including a free grammar school founded by Edward VI. Flour mills and an extensive flax mill are near the town, but the once flourishing manufactures of serge and woollen have greatly declined.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Paterculus, Caius Velleius

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​PATERCULUS, Caius Velleius, a Roman historian, born about 19 B. C. He attended C. Cæsar in his eastern expedition in A. D. 2, and subsequently served under Tiberius in Germany, Pannonia, and Dalmatia. He was quæstor in 7, and prætor in 15. His Roman history, a brief compendium, of which a part is lost, appears to have been written in A. D. 30, and bears the title of C. Velleii Paterculi Historiæ Romanæ, ad M. Vinicium Cos. Libri II. It is chiefly remarkable for its excellent style. The manuscript was discovered in the monastery of Murbach in Alsace by Beatus Rhenanus, who printed it at Basel in 1520.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Patella

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​PATELLA (Lat., a kind of dish), the knee-pan, a chestnut-shaped bone placed in front of the knee joint, the cavity of which it protects from external violence. It is attached above to the tendon of the extensor muscles on the front of the thigh, and below, by means of a strong and broad ligament, to the tuberosity on the upper and front part of the tibia or leg bone. Its anterior surface is convex and rough, while its back part presents a double articular surface, invested with a thin layer of cartilage, corresponding with the articular surface of the front part of the lower extremity of the femur. The patella thus takes part in the formation of the knee joint. It is liable to fracture and to lateral dislocation; but neither of these accidents is very frequent.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Penn, Sir William

Edition of 1879. See also William Penn (Royal Navy officer) on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​PENN, Sir William, an English admiral, born in Bristol in 1621, died in Wanstead, Essex, Sept. 16, 1670. He early entered the naval service, and before he was 32 years old had become vice admiral of England and general. He was one of the commanders in the expedition that took Jamaica from the Spaniards in 1655, and on his return in the same year was elected to parliament. In 1660 he was made commissioner of the navy, governor of Kinsale, vice admiral of Munster, and a member of the council of that province. He was also knighted. Entering the naval service again in 1664, he was captain-commander under the duke of York in the victory gained over the Dutch off Lowestoft in 1665. He left the naval service in 1666, but retained his other offices till 1669.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Paté de Foie Gras

Edition of 1879. See also Foie gras on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​PATÉ DE FOIE GRAS (Fr.), literally, a pie of fat liver, made generally of the liver of the goose, and in Nérac, France, of the liver of the musk duck. Strasburg and Toulouse are famous for goose-liver pasty tureens. The method of producing the abnormally large liver is to take a young bird in autumn, confine it in a close cage which permits but little movement, generally in a dark place, and feed the bird with beans, or more commonly with maize. During the last three or four weeks the bird is “crammed” twice or three times a day with parboiled maize seasoned with salt, the crammer forcing the food down its throat. Under this unnatural treatment the liver swells and attains a weight of from one to two pounds, and in exceptional cases even three pounds. The bird's throat is cut, and after being drawn the body is hung in a cold, airy place till the liver acquires sufficient firmness to be taken out. The pastry cook seasons and spices it, adds truffles and other ingredients, bakes the contents of the tureen, and pours over the mass a layer of fresh hog's lard to keep it from contact with the air. It is estimated that the trade of the Strasburg pastry cooks alone in these tureens amounts to $500,000 a year.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Penn, Granville

Edition of 1879. See also Granville Penn on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​PENN, Granville, an English author, born in Philadelphia, Pa., Dec. 9, 1761, died at Stoke Park, Buckinghamshire, Sept. 28, 1844. He was the grandson of William Penn, served for a time as clerk in the British war office, and in 1834 came into possession of the family estates. He wrote "Critical Remarks on Isaiah vii. 18" (1799); "Remarks on the Eastern Origination of Mankind, and of the Arts of Cultivated Life" (1799); "A Comparative Estimate of the Mineral and Mosaic Genealogies" (1822); "Memorials of the Professional Life and Times of Admiral Sir William Penn" (2 vols., 1833); and many other works, the most important being a translation of the New Testament with annotations, entitled "The Book of the New Covenant" (3 vols., London, 1836-'8).
# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/The Foreigner

Have at you, you Devils!  My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice  That the hind-side of me Would escape your assault.  Come on now, all three!
Here's a dandified gentleman,  Rapier at point, And a wrist which whirls round  Like a circular joint. A spatter of blood, man!  That's just to anoint
And make supple your limbs.  'Tis a pity the silk Of your waistcoat is stained.  Why! Your heart's full of milk, And so full, it spills over!  I'm not of your ilk.
You said so, and laughed  At my old-fashioned hose, At the cut of my hair,  At the length of my nose. To carve it to pattern  I think you propose.
Your pardon, young Sir,  But my nose and my sword Are proving themselves  In quite perfect accord. I grieve to have spotted  Your shirt. On my word!
And hullo! You Bully!  That blade's not a stick To slash right and left,  And my skull is too thick To be cleft with such cuffs  Of a sword. Now a lick
Down the side of your face.  What a pretty, red line! Tell the taverns that scar  Was an honour. Don't whine That a stranger has marked you.
. . . . .  The tree's there, You Swine!
Did you think to get in  At the back, while your friends Made a little diversion  In front? So it ends, With your sword clattering down  On the ground. 'Tis amends
I make for your courteous  Reception of me, A foreigner, landed  From over the sea. Your welcome was fervent  I think you'll agree.
My shoes are not buckled  With gold, nor my hair Oiled and scented, my jacket's  Not satin, I wear Corded breeches, wide hats,  And I make people stare!
So I do, but my heart  Is the heart of a man, And my thoughts cannot twirl  In the limited span 'Twixt my head and my heels,  As some other men's can.
I have business more strange  Than the shape of my boots, And my interests range  From the sky, to the roots Of this dung-hill you live in,  You half-rotted shoots
Of a mouldering tree!  Here's at you, once more. You Apes! You Jack-fools!  You can show me the door, And jeer at my ways,  But you're pinked to the core.
And before I have done,  I will prick my name in With the front of my steel,  And your lily-white skin Shall be printed with me.  For I've come here to win!
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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/The Precinct. Rochester

The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still is the old Roman wall, Rough with jagged bits of flint, And jutting stones, Old and cragged, Quite still in its antiquity. The pear-trees press their branches against it, And feeling it warm and kindly, The little pears ripen to yellow and red. They hang heavy, bursting with juice, Against the wall. So old, so still!
The sky is still. The clouds make no sound As they slide away Beyond the Cathedral Tower, To the river, And the sea. It is very quiet, Very sunny. The myrtle flowers stretch themselves in the sunshine, But make no sound. The roses push their little tendrils up, And climb higher and higher. In spots they have climbed over the wall. But they are very still, They do not seem to move. And the old wall carries them Without effort, and quietly Ripens and shields the vines and blossoms.
A bird in a plane-tree Sings a few notes, Cadenced and perfect They weave into the silence. The Cathedral bell knocks, One, two, three, and again, And then again. It is a quiet sound, Calling to prayer, Hardly scattering the stillness, Only making it close in more densely. The gardener picks ripe gooseberries For the Dean's supper to-night. It is very quiet, Very regulated and mellow. But the wall is old, It has known many days. It is a Roman wall, Left-over and forgotten.
Beyond the Cathedral Close Yelp and mutter the discontents of people not mellow, Not well-regulated. People who care more for bread than for beauty, Who would break the tombs of saints, And give the painted windows of churches To their children for toys. People who say: "They are dead, we live! The world is for the living."
Fools! It is always the dead who breed. Crush the ripe fruit, and cast it aside, Yet its seeds shall fructify, And trees rise where your huts were standing. But the little people are ignorant, They chaffer, and swarm. They gnaw like rats, And the foundations of the Cathedral are honeycombed.
The Dean is in the Chapter House; He is reading the architect's bill For the completed restoration of the Cathedral. He will have ripe gooseberries for supper, And then he will walk up and down the path By the wall, And admire the snapdragons and dahlias, Thinking how quiet and peaceful The garden is. The old wall will watch him, Very quietly and patiently it will watch. For the wall is old, It is a Roman wall.
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# Sword Blades and Poppy Seed/The Coal Picker

He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a peacock's eyes, And half-submerged tomato-cans Shine scaly, as leviathans Oozily crawling through the mud. The ground is here and there bestud With lumps of only part-burned coal. His duty is to glean the whole, To pick them from the filth, each one, To hoard them for the hidden sun Which glows within each fiery core And waits to be made free once more. Their sharp and glistening edges cut His stiffened fingers. Through the smut Gleam red the wounds which will not shut. Wet through and shivering he kneels And digs the slippery coals; like eels They slide about. His force all spent, He counts his small accomplishment. A half-a-dozen clinker-coals Which still have fire in their souls. Fire! And in his thought there burns The topaz fire of votive urns. He sees it fling from hill to hill, And still consumed, is burning still. Higher and higher leaps the flame, The smoke an ever-shifting frame. He sees a Spanish Castle old, With silver steps and paths of gold. From myrtle bowers comes the plash Of fountains, and the emerald flash Of parrots in the orange trees, Whose blossoms pasture humming bees. He knows he feeds the urns whose smoke Bears visions, that his master-stroke Is out of dirt and misery To light the fire of poesy. He sees the glory, yet he knows That others cannot see his shows. To them his smoke is sightless, black, His votive vessels but a pack Of old discarded shards, his fire A peddler's; still to him the pyre Is incensed, an enduring goal! He sighs and grubs another coal.
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# Swords of the Red Brotherhood

Howard created Swords of the Red Brotherhood by re-writing the unsold Conan story The Black Stranger.

## Contents

* Chapter 1: The Painted Men
* Chapter 2: Men from the Sea
* Chapter 3: The Coming of the Black Man
* Chapter 4: A Black Drum Droning
* Chapter 5: A Man from the Wilderness
* Chapter 6: The Plunder of the Dead
* Chapter 7: Men of the Woods